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satisfy 06

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 4.8k genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ none, really. just a few suggestive memories and oc having a crisis 👀 a/n⇢ and now, my dear friends, we finally make it to the epilogue! 🥹 thank you to everyone who has stuck with this fic over the years, and i'm extra grateful to everyone who has dropped in my inbox at any point to scream their feelings about it to me--as well as everyone who has enjoyed it enough to reblog and share! 💜💜 you guys are the ones who really keep me coming back to share my writing on this hellsite, and i truly, truly appreciate you for helping keep fandom fun and alive. i hope you've enjoyed this ride as much as i have enjoyed taking you on it! 🥰😈 mood for this chapter is this song~ thanks again, everyone! 💜

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Just as they were scheduled to, your employers jetted off overseas, leaving you to your own devices for the next three weeks. You weren’t going to lie—it felt bizarre for your calendar to be so open after months of near bursting due to constant activity. But honestly? It was truly refreshing to suddenly have so much downtime. And after your last Kim encounter, you definitely felt your break was well-deserved.

So, you used the sudden breathing room to catch up on other parts of your life that had been suffering. The next few days were spent burrowed beneath the covers and gloriously unconscious, your truly exhausted body ensuring sleep to be your first priority. Initiating the wildest sexual encounter you had ever had—and probably would ever have—on a Thursday meant that you luckily only had to miss one lecture, and you happily did so, knowing the slides would be online for you to look over later. And though you weren’t asleep the entire weekend, even when you were awake, you didn’t part with the comfort of your bed for long—eating takeout in it and watching true crime documentaries in it and actively ignoring the way your skin tingled when your mind strayed to the other activities you had done in it not too long prior.

(And if you were being honest, it was a little hard to not linger on what you had done. On what you so easily allowed the Kims to do.)

When you did allow yourself to linger on it, it almost felt like a fever dream. Some abstract, depraved fantasy that your overactive mind had cooked up. But the ache in your muscles, the tenderness of your pussy—these were tangible proof that it had all been real. That the flashes of hot tongues and gasping breaths and shivering pleasure that kept creeping back, no matter how you tried to distract yourself, were memories, not figments of your imagination. You knew you should probably feel some sort of shame over it, but honestly? Other than astonishment that this was what your life had become, other than the expected fatigue—

You only felt satisfied.

Satisfied that your own needs had been spectacularly met, of course, but also with the knowledge that your employers were even more satiated than you, and that you had done that. You couldn’t help but glow with a sense of pride when your doorbell rang one afternoon and you were handed a gorgeous flower arrangement, the corresponding card detailing that the unexpected, expensive gift was from Kim Seokjin. Months ago, you probably would have felt mortified to receive them—especially with the intimate knowledge of what exactly he was thanking you for—but you had earned those flowers, dammit! Earned that, as well as the absurd amount of money Namjoon unceremoniously wired you in between the texts he sent you every few days to check on you.

You always gave your all to whatever you set out to do, and this was no different. You were a hard worker, period. No one could fault you for being pleased with the successful results of your efforts.

So yes, you spent those next few days relaxing and recuperating and feeling rewarded. And when you finally felt enough like a human to leave your nest of pillows and blankets, you used your newfound freedom from distractions to catch up on other parts of your life you had been inadvertently ignoring—the first being your schoolwork, and the second, Jimin.

You did a double-take when your text thread showed that the last time you had messaged him had been a week and a half ago, unbelieving. Though busy, the two of you never went that long without at least checking in, and for him to not reach out either? You couldn’t help but worry that maybe he had forgotten about you. Found someone much more interesting, someone prettier and much more available to be showered with his attention than you.

But luckily, your slow spiraling was immediately halted when the timid Hey you sent him resulted in his bubbly, smiley face-filled reply barely a second later.

And so now, there you were, meeting him in person for the first time in over a month.

“Sorry I’m late,” you told him as you approached the table, slightly out of breath from your hustle there. “Traffic was crazy and the Uber driver seemed afraid of driving, or something? Like, this probably isn’t the job for you if driving in the city makes you that nervous.” Because yes, when Jimin asked if you could meet him for dinner, you were surprised when he chose a spot downtown. And you were even more surprised when you finally arrived and realized that said restaurant was apparently an upscale hotspot, especially considering the meals you usually shared together consisted of nothing fancier than takeout or something you could grab from the convenience store.

He immediately stood up to wrap you in his arms, giving you a comforting squeeze that reflexively had you melting into the warmth of him before he let go. God, he smelled good. “Glad you made it in one piece,” came his amused reply, eyes twinkling as he reached over and politely pulled your chair out for you.

You did your best to tamp down the familiar delighted butterflies that always sprung up within you when you were near him. There was something more pressing that needed to be addressed. “Jimin,” you hissed out the corner of your mouth, warily looking around. “You didn’t tell me this restaurant was so nice! I would’ve dressed up more.” Because as it was, your simple cocktail dress wasn’t really cutting it. The tables had cloth tablecloths that no doubt were removed and washed between each seating. There were multiple chandeliers sparkling from the ceiling, for fuck’s sake! Jimin had told you to wear something more on the nicer side, but he never told you this nice, and you could tell immediately that you were underdressed. You had been so excited to see him again that you just got in the car without even bothering to google the place first.

Jimin waved a dismissive hand, visibly unbothered as he retook his own seat. For his part, he had actually taken the time to throw on a rather smart blazer over his dress shirt and slacks, his hair carefully styled and slicked back. “You look beautiful, as you always do.”

Your eyes shifted to the table, a shy but pleased smile inching across your lips. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for meeting me. I was worried you’d forgotten about me.”

You couldn’t help the incredulous snort that escaped you. “Me forget about you? No, of course not, Jiminie. I’m sorry for dropping off the face of the earth—I’ve just been so busy—”

Jimin’s raised hand halted your rambling, the gentle crinkle of his eyes calming your frazzled nerves. “Don’t worry,” he smiled. “I totally get it—I was just teasing. I could tell you had a lot going on, and so I just didn’t want to bother you. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Didn’t you, though? Would he feel the same way if he knew just what had been taking up all your time? You reflexively swallowed, sifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Yeah, school has been running me ragged.” And it’s not a lie. Just not the full truth.

“No kidding. I think I got seven hours of sleep total last week, so like I said, I totally get it.” Before it even registered that he was reaching for you, his hand was already enveloping yours, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your palm. “I’m just happy we have the chance to get together now. I missed you.”

You felt yourself immediately soften into putty at his admission. “I’ve missed you too, Jimin,” came your soft reply. Dazedly, you tried your best not to visibly show how much his unexpected touch was making your heartbeat skyrocket, but from the pleased curl of his lips, you weren’t entirely sure you were successful.

It didn’t matter, because just as easily as he had reached into your space, he was now letting go, pulling his appendage back to his side of the table to pick up his menu.

As if waiting for a lull in your conversation, the waiter chose that moment to approach your table. “Welcome to Serendipity. Have the two of you dined with us before?”

“I haven’t,” Jimin replied, expectantly looking your way for your response and finding you scrabbling for your menu instead.

“Me neither,” you squeaked, flustered that you had been too busy making heart eyes at Jimin to even give it a cursory browse. “Is there anything you recommend?”

The waiter reached over a little to direct you a slip of paper on your table that had gone unnoticed until this moment. “You can find our current specials here—I’m a big fan of the salmon, but everything on there is excellent. And we’re actually currently running a dinner for two special, that’s been really popular. One appetizer to share, two entrées, and a dessert to share.”

Yes, it didn’t surprise you that that would be popular—along with how nice the restaurant was, you had noticed immediately when walking in that it was filled with couples who were clearly having romantic nights out.

“I think we’re still deciding on food.” Jimin’s voice cut through your thoughts. “But can we please see a wine list?”

Wine? Your brow raised, not opposed, but surprised. In all the time you’ve known each other, alcohol has certainly never been a stranger—you’ve had late night study sessions together, accompanied by chicken and beer; you’ve gotten shitfaced together at bars after particularly rough exams. But something about this felt…different. In this restaurant, much fancier than you anticipated, surrounded by couples, sitting across a candlelit table from where Jimin was poring over a wine selection that you knew had to be really expensive—this was undoubtedly more intimate.

You idly cleared your throat, not daring to linger too long on the dots your mind couldn’t help but connect. Because it obviously couldn’t be that. It had to be a coincidence.

“_____,” Jimin said, the slight raise in his voice cluing you in that this wasn’t the first time he had tried to get your attention. “How does this one sound?”

You blinked our of your thoughts, finding both him and the waiter looking at you expectantly. “Whatever you choose is fine!” you croaked, slapping on a smile for good measure.

“Excellent choice. I’ll bring it right out,” the waiter said with an affirmative tilt of his head, and then the two of you were alone again.

It was quiet for a bit while you both properly perused your menus, though from the corner of your eye, the curious glances Jimin was sending you didn’t escape your notice. You were acting weird. You were acting weird and he could clearly tell you were acting weird, but ever since you noticed the restaurant’s romantic atmosphere, you couldn’t help it.

“These prices are kinda wild, huh?” came your attempt at normal conversation.

Jimin took it in stride, lips curling in amusement. “Yeah, they’re definitely overcharging for those stuffed mushrooms. But don’t worry about it—I invited you out, so this is my treat.”

You shook your head immediately. “No, no, I can’t let you do that! I was just making a comment. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay.”

He let out a bemused sigh, shaking his head, and if you didn’t happen to be looking directly at him, you might have missed him say under his breath, “You’re not gonna make this date easy for me, huh?”

You immediately choked on your own spit, eyes bugging at what you thought you heard. “D-Date?” you repeated incredulously.

Jimin’s spine went stiff, eyes widening as if he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. You could only watch in amazement as it was his turn to look shy, pointedly averting his gaze to his menu and letting out a chuckle that sounded suspiciously nervous to your bemused ears. When you continued to gape at him, waiting for some sort of explanation, he was forced to continue.

“Yeah,” he hedged cautiously. “That’s what I’d hoped. Would that be a bad thing?”

You couldn’t answer right away, staring him down like he had grown two heads and wondering when he was going to burst out laughing with a Gotcha! You should have seen your face.

Always one for great timing, the waiter chose that moment to come back with your wine, taking his sweet time pouring it into each of your glasses and cheerfully chatting about the region it came from. You didn’t hear a single word, too focused on the way Jimin studiously avoided your stare, on the noticeable flush that had risen up his neck and was fanning across his cheeks. It was only after you apologetically asked for more time for your meal orders—your mind too frazzled to pick something on the spot—that he left again. Jimin took a long swig from his wineglass.

“Sorry,” he murmured, still not looking at you. “I probably should have let you know my intention beforehand, but I was nervous you wouldn’t come, or I’d chicken out of doing it, or—”

“Your intention?” you parroted dazedly.

Another generous swallow of wine, the liquid courage coaxing his eyes to meet yours. “I wanted to take you out somewhere really nice,” he admitted. “Show you a good time and work up the nerve to properly ask you out again.”

“On a. Date?” Your lashes fluttered, an involuntary response to your brain short-circuiting. “With me.”

His lips twitched. “Yes, with you, silly.”

“Why?”

“You’re really going to make me say it? Before our food gets here?” He was fiddling with his napkin, but despite his clear nervousness, his gaze was now unwavering and his voice was clear. “Because I like you, _____. I have for a long time.”

These were words that you had only heard him whisper in your wildest dreams, when your subconscious thoughts were no longer being restrained by your common sense. And as such, you could only gape at him, sure you were about to wake up any second.

Your unintentional silence triggered Jimin’s tongue into overdrive, and you could only struggle to make sense of his rambling as he proceeded to tell you how much your friendship meant to him and how he was afraid confessing how he felt would affect it, but he just couldn’t take it anymore. How his feelings for you were growing by the day, and the recent time spent away from you was maddening and only confirmed to him how much he wanted to be with you. And so he felt he had to at least put it out there and try.

And the longer he talked, the more your eyes welled up with horrified tears, panic gripping you by the throat and squeezing, tight, tight.

This was nothing short of a nightmare.

You would have never agreed to your arrangement with the Kims if you had thought in a million years Jimin would have ever been a serious option for you.

Absolutely not. You would have swallowed your pride, maybe taken that loan from Tae instead. Would have also taken as many odd jobs as you could to pay him back, would have forgone sleep completely and struggled ten times more than you were now just so you could pay off your debts. Hell, you would have even just fucking dropped out. Would have taken the semester off and attempted to come back whenever you could scrounge up the appropriate funds.

But never, never ever, would you have done what you had done.

Because now, not only were you contractually unable to be with the man you’ve—in an attempt at self-preservation—refused to acknowledge you were in love with, but even if you found some legal way to quit now…there was zero chance Jimin would still want you when he knew. Less than zero. And you couldn’t blame him for that, because who would?

Beyond overwhelmed, you did the only sensible thing you could in that moment—you burst into tears.

Your sudden sniveling immediately halted Jimin’s rambling, eyes wide in alarm and looking every bit as distressed as you. “Ah—don’t cry!” He leaned over the table, cradling your face in his hands and swiping your tears with his thumbs. “You don’t have to feel the same way, _____. I’ll get over it, please don’t cry—”

“No,” you blubbered, beyond miserable. He couldn’t be more wrong. “I do! Jimin, I feel exactly the same way, I just…” Your eyes welled up anew, unable to tell him the truth. “I c-can’t.”

“You can’t?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His eyes roved your face for any possible answers, nibbling slightly on his bottom lip in thought. “…Is this…” His thumbs were still caressing your cheeks, gaze gentle and open as he quickly glanced around to see if anyone was paying the two of you any attention. When it was clear no one was giving your table more than a few curious glances, he said quieter, “…Is this about the arrangement you have with Tae?”

Everything froze. Your eyes locked, Jimin patiently waiting for your reply. Hysteria trickled through your veins, held only a bay by the disbelief slamming into you harder than a freight train. “W-What arrangement?” you blurted reflexively, a touch too loudly to be believable.

It was Jimin’s turn be caught off guard, hands slowly dropping from your face and returning to his side of the table, though he was still leaned over it so he could still whisper to you, “You know.” He looked at you pointedly, mouth downturning a bit in his confusion. “With him and his brothers. The arrangement.”

Jesus Christ, this was not happening. There was no way that this was actually happening to you. There was no way that the man who unknowingly held your heart in the palm of his hand was fully aware that you were fucking his best friend for money. Deny, deny! “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, still visibly puzzled. But the two of you only sat in an awkward silence for a few more moments before he snapped his fingers, a light bulb clearly going off. “Ah! You can’t say anything because you signed an NDA, right?”

You swallowed thickly, unable do anything more in that very moment than stupidly stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

“I’m sorry, that was stupid of me,” Jimin chuckled, smacking his forehead for good measure. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize that sooner. Obviously you’re under NDA.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Weren’t sure from the gentle smile he was now sending you if he even expected a response from you. Luckily, Jimin kept talking.

“But it’s okay—I already know everything, so you don’t have to hide it,” he reassured you. You didn’t feel assured. You felt like you were in the Twilight Zone. “Taehyung told me about your agreement when you started it months ago.”

If you were flustered before, that was nothing on what you were feeling now. Now, half-thoughts were ricocheting across your brain too quickly for you to grasp anything of substance but your internal screeching. “You know everything?” you repeated incredulously. This time it was you who leaned over the table, meeting him in the middle. “Taehyung told you?!”

“Of course he did!” Color rebloomed across his cheeks, but he didn’t shy away from the bewildered stare down you were giving him. “He’s my best friend and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be stepping on any toes. He…knows how I feel about you.” When you only continued to stare at him, he nervously added, “Who do you think got me the reservation for this place to begin with? The waitlist is literally a year out.”

“I’m sorry, I just—” You pulled back so you could reach for your wineglass, allowing yourself a few healthy sips to give your mouth something to do other than flap about like an idiot while you stalled. Jimin didn’t call you out on it, just waited patiently and topped off your glass when you set it back down again.

You took a few steadying breaths, ultimately choosing to lean back closer to Jimin. To the casual onlooker, the two of you were just another couple making heart eyes over a romantic dinner. And considering the rather lewd and illegal turn your conversation had just taken in this very public place, that only worked in your favor. “Let me get this straight,” you whispered, carefully choosing your words in case you still managed to garner an unwanted audience. “Taehyung told you the deal he has with me. Months ago.” Jimin nodded. “And you’ve known this entire time about our…arrangement, but never told me you knew.”

“I swear I didn’t at all mean to keep that a secret,” he murmured, expression contrite. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or embarrass you or anything like that, so I’ve just been waiting on you to bring it up at your own pace. But I didn’t take into account that you would never bring it up because you would be under NDA, which, again, now that I say it out loud was an extremely stupid assumption of me not to make. I’m sorry.”

“So. You have feelings for me,” you reiterated, ignoring the delighted shiver that raced up your spine at the words. You had to be sure. “But it didn’t bother you that your best friend…propositioned me? You have no problem with me being…involved with him and his brothers?”

“You were caught between a rock and a hard place and the grind never stops. You know I know that better than anybody,” he replied with a shrug. He swallowed, discreetly ensuring no one was paying the two of you any attention before he added, “You think you’re the only one who’s sucked dick for money?”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping a little before you could catch it. Was he…implying what you thought he was implying? There was no way. You had to be reading into it.

But ultimately, all of this was irrelevant. When the ghost of Seokjin’s mouth on you came to you unbidden—the phantom weight of Taehyung’s body, the haunting reprimand of Namjoon’s stern hand—

You shook your head, unsuccessfully dispelling those unwanted, lingering thoughts. Your gaze skirted to the table, despondent and embarrassed as you finally set free your hushed admission. “Jimin, I’ve done more than suck dick for my money.”

There was a pause, an agonizing one that felt like an eternity, and then he was lifting your chin with a finger and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“Again.” He reached for your hands, thumb tracing patterns over your knuckles. His smile was a soft secret. “You think you’re the only one?”

He held your gaze, not looking away even though your mouth just flapped uselessly as you struggled to regain your bearings. So he did mean—

“Does knowing that bother you?” Jimin asked quietly, expression now carefully neutral. Seriously asking, and giving you the proper space to process and answer. “Does it change anything?”

“No.” The truth, though delayed, left you as easily as a breath. He was still Jimin. “Of course not.”

Jimin’s resulting grin turned his eyes into crescents. “Soooo…what I’m hearing is that we’re clearly on the same page and are both Team Fuck Bitches, Get Money.”

Boy, did you wish you could smile back. Wish you could share in his obvious relief. But while you assumed his exploits were in the past, the same couldn’t be said for you, who was actively under contract. “Jimin, I’m still…employed,” you couldn’t help but point out. “And still will be for a while. That really doesn’t bother you?”

“It really doesn’t,” he insisted. But your continued hesitance had him pulling back from you, hands busying themselves with reaching for his wineglass as he carefully asked, “Should it? Is there something else I should know?” A couple sips of wine to steel himself before a cautious, “Do you have feelings for any of them?”

“No!” you blurted. Despite the amount of time and intimacy you had been spending with the Kims, romantic feelings had never even crossed your mind. Your pussy certainly felt some things when she was getting some action, but your heart had never gotten involved. Your heart was too busy crowding in your throat at that very moment, threatening to fling itself at the man in front of you.

Jimin took your sincerity for what it was, a pleased twist to his lips. “Then it’s all fine with me. And again, Tae’s been aware from the beginning that I’ve been intending to ask you out, so that expectation has been there since the beginning. All three of them agreed to the deal knowing that I might be in the picture if I ever decided to put my big boy pants on and tell you how I feel. They’ve been expecting it, so they’re cool with it.”

“They’re cool with it,” you parroted blankly, completely flabbergasted. This was absolutely not how you foresaw this night going, and you never would have thought your life would ever take a turn like this in a million years. “They’re cool with it, and so are you?”

“I don’t mind sharing your time,” he shrugged. “So long as I’m not sharing you.”

“And you don’t see that as the same thing in this…situation?” you asked incredulously. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Jimin puffed out an amused laugh. “Wow, you really are trying to talk me out of this, huh?”

You waved your hands. “Absolutely not, that is the last thing I want! I just. I come with a lot of baggage, and I don’t want any of it to come as a surprise. As busy as I’ve been the last couple weeks? That’s becoming a reoccurring normal. And Jimin, I just feel really shitty.” You swallowed. “Because I can’t promise you everything that you deserve to be promised right now.”

Jimin’s face softened as he listened to you, visibly much more comfortable now that you had successfully reassured him just how badly you wanted this. And oh, did you want it. You weren’t sure how this could ever work, but god did you want it to.

“Not fair,” he repeated under his breath, eyes glazed over in thought. “Hmmm.”

“Is there anything I could do?” you hedged. You weren’t really sure what that could possibly be, considering the ironclad situation you were in. But now that you had been given a glimmer of your heart’s desire, you couldn’t let it fade away. Not if you could help it.

His reply wasn’t immediate, still lost in thought. But when his eyes finally refocused on you, smoldering and intense, you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in response, the way your heart quickened. “Here’s an idea of what we can do to make it fair. What if you continue to work for them, just as you are now. And then…”

He was thoughtlessly swirling his wineglass, momentum pulling the ruby liquid into slow, circling waves that would be rather hypnotizing if you weren’t already caught in the snare of his gaze. When he leaned across the table again, the way you followed suit was as easy as breathing. A lovesick sailor willingly lured to possible danger by a siren’s song. “Whatever you do for them, you do for me. How does that sound?”

You let out a soft breath, just the thought of it immediately electrifying your every atom. Sparks danced excitedly beneath your skin, his soft, sultry tone curling your toes in their shoes.

“Fair.”

His Adam’s apple dipped excitedly, lips parting.

“So sorry to interrupt,” someone suddenly said from beside you. It was the waiter again. You had completely forgotten about him. Completely forgotten everything other than the restless tap of Jimin’s fingers against the table. “I just wanted to check in to see if you were ready to order?”

“Yes, I think so.” You didn’t look away from Jimin—still hadn’t even glanced at the menu. Your tongue swiped over your lips, and his gaze darkened in response.

“But I think we’d like it to go.”

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crheativity · 10 months

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…YOUR CALL.

SUMMARY: The time has come for you to depart from Twisted Wonderland. Fortunately, it might not need to be forever.

WARNINGS: This is angsty, but with a happy ending!

COMMENTS: asdfjhgh writing via dictation is hard, I can’t think and talk at the same time apparently LOL, enjoy!

(Find part 1 here)

“What are you doing here?” Ace asked, suspicious. “Shouldn’t you be in tutoring sessions with Riddle right now?”

Ace and Grim were standing outside of Crowley’s office. He had been wondering why headmage had suddenly wanted to see him and Grim, and now that Deuce had arrived, he was even more confused. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong — at least, nothing worth talking to the principal about. And now Deuce was here too.

Curiouser and curiouser.

“Well, I should be,” Deuce replied, “ but I suddenly got a summons from Crowley. Riddle agreed to postpone the lesson as this is probably a lot more important.”

“Yeah no kidding.” Ace crossed his arms. “Got any idea what we’re here for?”

“Not unless you’ve done something wrong.” Deuce grumbled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Hey! That was uncalled for. I’ve gotten a lot better lately.” Ace huffed and rolled his eyes.

That was true, Deuce thought. We both have.

In the months you’ve been away, a lot has changed. Deuce had thrown himself into his studies and his track team meets, Ace had started (reluctantly) babysitting Grim and focusing on basketball a lot more and Grim was trying harder than ever to become the best mage he could be.

Yet they never forgot you.

Every day, at least one of them would make the long walk to Ramshackle. They would ensure that the place was neat and tidy and that there were still snacks in the cupboard. After all, you were supposed to be coming back soon, right?

…Right?

No matter how hard they tried to contact you, they never heard anything from you. They never saw you online. You never sent that promised message that you were okay.

None of them wanted to admit it, but they were worried.

“At any rate, we should head inside. It’s just about time.” Deuce said, glancing at his watch.

“Do you guys think this might have something to do with…?” Grim interrupted nervously.

Silence. Ace and Deuce glanced at each other.

“Best not to get our hopes up.” Ace said cheerfully, though neither Deuce nor Grim could miss the strain in his voice. He hastily knocked on the door.

“Come in!” The headmage’s voice called out.

Taking a deep breath, they opened the door.

“Ah, how wonderful it is to see the three of you again!” Crowley exclaimed with a smile. He got up from behind his desk and made his way towards the three of them. “How have your studies been of late?”

“Er, fine, thanks.” Ace replied, awkwardly. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.

“Excellent, excellent! No doubt due in some small part to my excellent guidance, no?” He clapped his hands together. “Ah, my kindness truly knows no bounds!”

“Um, headmage?” Deuce asked, “What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?”

Crowley grinned.

“Ah yes, about that. You see, I am a generous man.” Crowley laced his fingers behind his back and started to pace in front of them. “I care for my students—“

Ace snorted, and Deuce stood on his foot. Crowley shot a glare at the two of them.

“Ahem. As I was saying, I care for my students, and try to make myself aware of their behaviours on campus so that I may reward those who do good deeds and punish those who failed to comply with the rules. Are you following?”

Ace, Deuce and Grim shared a glance.

“Not particularly.” Ace replied.

Crowley groaned. “I am simply trying to express my gratitude for your continuing, and unwavering maintenance of the Ramshackle dorm, and for your continued hope in the magicless Prefect’s return.”

Their hearts sank. Was that all he wanted?

“Of course, such impressive dedication must be rewarded, no?” Crowley nodded, staring at the door to his office behind them.

“We’re getting a reward?” Ace asked, confused,

“Why of course! If you will turn around and look.”

The three of them turned around—

And gasped.

“Hi!” You grinned at the three of them. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t contact you guys sooner, apparently my Wi-Fi is different from your Wi-Fi so the phone didn’t wo—“

Before you could finish your sentence, two pairs of arms had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around them, you held your two best friends close.

“I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too, Prefect.” Deuce mumbled, giving you an extra squeeze.

“Please don’t leave ever again.” Ace muttered, and Deuce nodded vehemently.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it for at least—“

“Henchman!”

Extracting yourself from the hug, you looked around to see Grim standing in front of you. tears sprung up in your eyes at the sight of him.

“Grim!” You began to make your way towards him, planning to scoop him into a hug.

“Not so fast!” Grim exclaimed. He was clearly very happy to see you, but someone had to maintain appearances. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, leaving your master on his own for so long!”

“What do you mean on your own, huh?” Ace retorted. “I’ve had to babysit you this entire time!”

“Yes yes, you’ve been a very good substitute henchman I suppose.” Grim waved Ace’s comments away. “But that does not excuse the fact that my henchman abandoned me!”

Ace scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Grim.” You did your best to appear contrite. “I’ll buy some tuna to make up for it?”

“Better be the best tuna Twisted Wonderland has to offer.” Grim crossed his paws, trying to appear angry, but the smile on his face, and the tears in his eyes, gave him away.

You scooped the cat into a tight squeeze. “Of course it will be.”

“Well then,�� Grim spoke happily, returning the hug. “I suppose I can reinstate you as my henchman.”

“Job’s all yours” Ace grumbled.

“Ah, such a happy reunion! Aren’t I so generous, spending all that time finding a way for the Prefect to return, hm?”

You grinned. You’d almost missed the headmage’s benevolent speeches.

You sighed happily.

“I’m back.”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

#Rhea’s TWST fics~!#Ace Trappola #ace trappola x reader #Deuce Spade #deuce spade x reader #TWST x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #HAPPY ENDING WOO

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sunnie-writes · 6 months

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is loving as good as they say?

pairing: wally darling x reader

tags: romantic fluff, love confessions, reader is a hopeless romantic !!

plot: a hopeless romantic all your life, you dreamed about the love you saw in movies and series, the type you would read in books that left you kicking your feet and giggling. cupid never seemed to be by your side, everyone who you fell in love with ended up not liking you back, so of course you were scared of another heartbreak when you moved to a new neighborhood and ended up falling for your newest neighbor, wally darling. although, it seemed that cupid didn't miss this time.

talk that talk, sunnie !!: so, this has been rotting in my google docs for almost a year already, so i thought i should post it already!! i hope you guys enjoy it, and you're more than welcome to read my other wally fics. thank you, and let's get to it!!

this fic is also available on ao3, you can click here to find it!!

A hopeless romantic, that's what you could call yourself.

You crave the love you would see on TV, those movies and series about romance had a grip on you that no one could explain, and don't get me started on the books. Even while being that amazed by the concept of being loved and cared by someone who you felt the same with, Cupid seemed to always miss his arrows.

Unrequited love was painful, you learned that the hard way. In your high school, you would watch all the high school sweethearts make their ways to classes while holding hands or eating lunch playfully with all the romantic atmosphere that came with it. What was the word you felt? Ah, that's right, you envied them.

Moving away from your town was both a relief and a scare, you would now be open to meeting new people, watching them enter your life. You hoped that they would stay.

And that's how you ended up here, in the lovely and colorful neighborhood that was Welcome Home. The name seemed silly, but you quickly learned that it was because of all the friendly behavior that those who lived there seemed to have. So friendly that they're always welcoming everyone.

All of the stars know that you would be lying if you said you weren't nervous. You never dealt good with talking to new people, you hoped that they could be friendly enough to start introductions first. Even if you were repeating how to introduce yourself like a mantra in your head, you were anxious about meeting so many people in just a day.

"Oooh! Are you the new neighbor?!" And that was your cue to use up all your social skills.

"Uh- yes?" You turned around to see who screamed, eyes meeting with a puppet girl with long blonde hair, and were those candy corn horns?

"Welcome Home! I was so excited to meet you! What is your name? What do you like?" She jumped up and down while popping multiple questions.

"I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you." You smiled, she's like a puppy. "I like reading and... animals, and I would love to be your friend!" There was no need to reveal your secret interest yet.

"That's amazing! You remind me of Frank, he also likes reading and animals! Well, specifically, flutterbies!" She spoke rapidly.

"Julie for the last time, they're called butterflies!" You looked to the side, seeing a gray man coming your way. "Oh, hello, I'm Frank."

You settled for waving at him. Julie, noticing your behavior, told him your name and interests. You're starting to think that Julie was sent from the angels as a way to help you enter this community.Then, you were pulled away from your thoughts as more puppet people started to gather in front of you.

"Oh my, the new neighbor has arrived already?" A girl with a sun head happily said. "My name is Sally Starlet, and you?"

"I'm Y/N L/N... nice to meet you!" You gave your best friendly smile.

Everyone introduced themselves to you, all colorful and adorable. Poppy was a pretty chicken who turned out to be an immediate mother figure to you, we also have Barnaby who is a big blue dog with a chill, kinda laid back personality that made you comfortable with his presence. Eddie Dear was the mailman, who Julie alerted you to not catch feelings for since Frank already had his eyes on him, and Howdy was a sweet man who owned the local market.

Judging by the numbers of houses, only one neighbor was missing. You pondered on how the last person could possibly be like, smiling at the idea of them being just as friendly as everyone in this colorful place that had you looking around nonstop.

"Ah, I see… am I late?" Someone spoke up, you turned around to finally meet your last neighbor.

And at that moment, you knew you were in trouble. He was absurdly pretty, with a blue pompadour and yellow skin, along with colorful clothing and eyes that pierced your soul and sent chills all over your senses. You felt your cheeks burn up, Cupid did it again and you weren't sure on how to stop staring at him.

"Woooow Wally, being late to meet our newest neighbor? How dare you!" Barnaby playfully dramatically gasped.

"I apologize, let me introduce myself." He went in your direction, standing right in front of you, who was currently almost out of breath. "I'm Wally Darling, the artist of the town, it's a pleasure to meet you…?"

"Y/N, Y/N L/N." Your voice almost cracked for a second, making your cheeks heat up even more. "Nice to meet you too…"

"How adorable, surely you're a great addition to our lovely neighborhood." He picked up your hand, giving a kiss on the back of your palm.

Stuttering, you thanked him for the compliment while trying your best to not fall on your knees. Julie came into the scene again and began telling Wally your tastes, he listened carefully while nodding and looking at you with a relaxed smile.

Eventually, everyone began slowly saying their goodbyes and going to their homes or jobs. You waved as Julie was the last one to leave and entered your house, closing the door behind you and holding your heart. It was racing, and you were well acquaintanced with the feeling.

Well, you failed, love followed your way again.

And now, what to do? You couldn't lie to yourself but it was hard to face the truth. It seemed too early for falling in love, you can just call it a crush and try to get over it, maybe this time it'll work!

Yeah, just give it some time and it'll pass, you were sure of it!

—

So, it didn't work.

That was obviously going to happen, and now you had your head in your hands while you walked around your house. On your bed, a pretty bouquet with your favorite color layed prettily there. Wally gave it to you, as a way to celebrate "your first week in the neighborhood", how sweet!

Your heart kept beating faster and faster each time you thought about the way he showed up on your doorstep, with his smug smile and bouquet in hands. He looked so innocent as your insides felt like melting from all the sweetness that gesture had.

And before you could control your feelings, you were already catching yourself humming to cheesy love songs and even singing them while cleaning the house. The radio echoed around your house, romantic tunes that you requested on the telephone to play there were all over the place.

Your once retired love books were now scattered across the floor as you giggled by imagining the scenarios with Wally. You didn't try to make a move and ask him out, your heart already had many bruises from past love delusions, and you really didn't feel like piling up another one for your heartbreak wonderland.

Instead, you just tried to become his friend while also trying to get your feelings to go away. That was, obviously, not a good idea, how could you try to stop falling for someone who you interact with everyday?

Before you could think properly on a better plan, a month had gone by. You still had your late night scenarios to giggle about, along with your hopeless romantic dreaming that pulled you into a cycle of trying to stop loving Wally Darling and learning how to love him all over again because of your weak heart.

Curse the Cupid, curse him and all of his pinkish love arrows who never found your way before. Of course you would be giving up on the first month, he never gave you what you wanted before, what could possibly make you think that now it would all go the right way?

Stupid, selfish Cupid.

—

Three months had passed, and you could say you were tired of waiting for the feelings to suddenly disappear.

You played with a doll's hand, carefully moving the antique treasure in your arms. Currently, you were at Julie's house, who was the only person who was aware of your huge crush on Wally. She giggled as she asked you questions of all the time you and "lover boy" had passed together.

"He just wanted to paint with someone, it's not like he wanted to paint alone with just me and nobody else!" You blushed while looking at the ground.

"I don't know, he never really let me or the other neighbors touch his painting supplies." Julie then whispered in a teasing manner, "Maybe he thinks of you as special, in a like-like way!"

You lowered your head while choking on your water, feelings all over the place. If there was something that Julie liked to do, it was to tease relentlessly. After you calmed down, you both started to ask each other random questions to pass the time.

"Now, as a hopeless romantic, what is your ideal date?" She questioned, looking happy as ever in your direction.

"Hmm, stargazing seems like a great date, picnics look a lot of fun too!" You bashfully chuckled. "Oh, a picnic on a sunset, that turns into a stargazing session! With sweet apple pies and cake, along with refreshing drinks!"

"Ooh, tell me more!" Julie smiled.

"Okay, then a cold wind blows and suddenly I shiver, then Wally puts his cardigan on me and hugs me closer!" You could easily feel your cheeks heating up just from your imagination.

And that earned a screech from Julie.

“Ugh, how are your scenarios always the best?!”

“It’s the prize I get for being a dreamer.” You chuckled lightly.

—

Today was a special day in the neighborhood.

Apparently, everyone was going to the nearest lake, which is gigantic, you can say, and pop up some balloons and light up some fireworks because it was the neighborhood’s anniversary!

You were currently trying to pick your best outfit, and that was because Wally was going to pick you up since you didn’t know the way to the lake. At least that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t freak out at the scenario. Seriously, that sounded like a romantic comedy.

After a while, you ended up settling for one of your favorite outfits, one that had stars on them. Then, a knock on the door was heard. You quickly put on your shoes and ran to open it, coming face to face to an adorable Wally, looking at you while holding a bouquet of red tulips and some amaranth.

“There we go, a bouquet of beautiful flowers for an even prettier one.”

“Oh! Wally, you shouldn’t…” You blushed and took the flowers.

“Nonsense, you deserve only the best!” He chuckled raspily.

You giggled as he gave you his hand, pleading eyes for you to walk with him. You two started walking while holding hands in the direction of the lake, talking about everything that was going on in the neighborhood. It was a nice atmosphere, comfortable enough, and dare you say, romantic.

As you arrived there, Wally smiled and kissed the back of your hand before going to talk to a knowing Barnaby, who stared at you with a big smile and wiggling his eyebrows. Julie, who saw all of that, pulled you towards her and Frank immediately.

"Oh. My. Stars! What was that? Is that a bouquet? Are you two going on a date?" She excitedly spoke while flapping her hands.

"Julie, calm down. Pretty sure she is malfunctioning." Frank told the girl by his side. "But yeah, what exactly happened there?"

"I don't know, and I'm freaking out about it!" You giggled while holding the bouquet close to you, smiling.

"That was absurdly romantic, I think he is head over heels for you!" Julie exclaimed while whispering. "Besides, look at these flowers, they are so pretty!"

"They also have an exquisite meaning, you know?" Frank randomly spoke, dropping the fact like it was nothing.

You proceeded to hint at him to keep going.

"Amaranths mean eternal love, red tulips mean true love." Frank looked at you while raising his eyebrows. "That is literally a confession."

Julie, who was holding her energy back, gave a screech and started shaking your arm. Meanwhile, you had just bluescreened. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt your heartbeat increase rapidly, like it was trying to burst out your ribcage in a desperate manner. At that point, you were checking if you still even had some pulse.

Suddenly, someone started ringing a bell, and so, everyone looked to the front, seeing Poppy there. She smiled before starting to explain that there was food on the foldable table, fireworks and water guns, everything for fun. Poppy then started handing out glasses with juice to everyone before raising a toast for the neighborhood's birthday.

After that, all of you started talking to each other. You looked around, smiling when you saw Eddie talking to Frank, who was trying his best to cover up a blush while Julie looked at him with a knowing smile from across the field, Sally was braiding some of her long hair. Poppy and Howdy were discussing random things while Barnaby just laid down at the picnic blanket and stared at the stars.

And there, from across the room, your eyes met his. Something electrical went through your body, and you could swear you felt your world stop. Suddenly, there were no more friendly neighbors around you, the festivities and candy long forgotten in your mind. No, none of that mattered anymore, did it?

It was just you and him, across a field as he slowly made his way towards you.

Wait.

You were too late to process it, he's already in front of you.

"So, dearest, how are you enjoying the party?" Wally asked, igniting a fire in your belly to light up the butterflies who panicked and fluttered along you.

"Good, I- I think everyone is having fun, what about you?" You responded, trying your best to hide your reaction with the nickname.

“I could say I am.” He looks at you, up and down, down and up. And it sets your skin ablaze.

Icarus wasn’t able to resist the beauty that was the Sun to him, and maybe you wouldn’t survive the flirt that was Wally Darling. Every single thing he does sets you on fire, butterflies infest your stomach, it’s magical and so cheesy, all at the same time.

“Come with me, I wanna show you something.” His honey-laced words get to you, and you comply with a nod.

He holds your hand, and starts going into the trees, between all those primary colored leaves. You can feel your heartbeat increasing, all your muscles about to give up, it’s like dying but not exactly that, living in ecstasy, better than any drug.

You two stop at Swan Lake, where the stars reflect on the water and the feathered bEINGS float elegantly. Your eyes shine as you see them doing their little synchronized dance, until you notice that they end up doing a heart. You sigh, real romantic.

“Darling, could you look at me, please?”

You turn to see Wally, on one knee, his hand holding yours. You might start crying.

“You see, Y/N, ever since the day I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. With your smile, your way of expressing yourself, I knew you were gonna steal my heart, and I knew that I would never have it back. I’ve heard stories in the past about soulmates, loved ones made for you, and I didn’t believe any of that, before I met you. I’m an artist, not a poet, but you make me inspired dear, to dedicate you the most beautiful forms of art out there, paint and frame your face, have millions of words dedicating my love to you, and that still wouldn’t be enough for you to understand how much I desire you. I want to see your resting face every morning, I want to hold you in my arms and sleep for eternity, I want to grow every day by your side. Would you do me the owner, Dearest, and accept my confession? To finally be mine and let me be yours?”

You, unable to hold the feeling, giddily jumped around before throwing yourself on him, both of you falling on the ground. You cried tears of joy as you said yes a million times, while he patted your back and chuckled, kissing your forehead.

—

“You know,” Frank started with crossed arms while looking at you and Wally, happily holding hands while sitting on the picnic blanket, “One could say that you two were perfect for each other.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Julie exclaimed, happy that you and your Darling were together, finally together.

“Ha ha ha, oh well, I knew they were the one for me since day one.” Wally answered, pulling you into another sweet and quick kiss, making you squeak.

“Ugh, don’t leave the picnic all sappy with your love.” Frank rolled his eyes at the sight.

“Don’t be jealous Frank, everyone knows you want to live that with Ed-” He covered Julie’s mouth before she could say anything else.”

“... Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like I just won the lottery.” You proudly stated.

“Oh, they grow up so fast…” Poppy hiccuped for what seemed to be the eleventh time, being real emotional with your fresh new relationship.

“There there, Poppy.” Howdy patted her in the back.

“I’m really happy for you guys!” Said Eddie while sitting down next to Frank.

You smiled at him while Wally thanked the mailman. You grabbed yourself a piece of lemon pie to eat.

“Sooo, when’s the wedding?” Barnaby jokes.

And you proceeded to choke on your lemon pie.

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home self insert #welcome home fanfic #welcome home x you #wally darling #wally darling x you #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #sunnie's fics!!

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sugurufic · 7 months

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What are your thoughts on the reader and teen nanami attending an improv comedy show…

Oh this is so interesting! I am not funny, like at all, so please don't judge my terrible jokes T^T as always, its not proofread

Nanami, Haibara and you had a lot of fun planned for the weekend, but Haibara had to return home to his family. His sister had gotten a bad fever and he was worried sick about her.

So you and Nanami still went about the plans, going to the mall for some shopping and to the city center to eat, and then return to your respective dorms. The two of you hadn't hung out much without Haibara, his absence weighing you down. With Haibara it was easy to ignore how Nanami's presence made you feel, but now it was practically impossible, with him walking beside you in the mall, dressed in normie clothes.

"Hey ma'am, hey sir!" an attendant at the mall greeted you cheerfully. "We have a free of cost improv comedy session going on, would you care to join us?"

You have always loved improv comedy, watching videos on the internet, but you've never seen one in person. Besides, how bad could it get? It's not like you were wasting any money this way.

"Nanami, can we go, please?" you plead, batting your eyelashes at the blond man, who doesn't even argue.

"Thank you for joining us!" the attendant yells behind you.

"I really hope that it doesn't turn out to be a waste of time," Nanami says as you sit beside him. The room still has some empty seats, but it's a great news that there are people to see a new comedian.

"I don't think it will be," you say, scooting a little closer to him as the air conditioning sent a shiver under your skin.

The empty seats fill up quickly, and the lights are dimmed, waiting for the comedian to take the stage. You are unfamiliar with the man who comes on the stage, viewing his audience with a smile on his face. "Hey everyone! Thank you for being here. You really are helping me convince my parents that maybe I can pull this comedy thing off," He starts of with a jolly voice. "You know, after I wasted four years of my life on an engineering degree."

You chuckle, having heard something similar from plenty of comedians. the man looks over his audience, eyes flickering to a stop to someone on the other end of the room. "Oh, I have a young crowd with me. I really hope you don't get influenced by me. it's not my fault if your mum slaps you with a slipper for not wanting to go to college."

"How old even are you?" he asks the same person. "That young! Now I will feel guilty about making the jokes I had planned." The man shakes his head. "Anyways, you know I am not entirely upset that i did college. I now have more things to make jokes about. Anyone who did CS and now everyone is suddenly asking them to fix computers?"

A surprising number of people raise their hands, and you chuckle once again. Nanami fixes his bangs beside you, trying to hide his rolling eyes. But you know him too well to know what he's doing.

"My parents forbade from speaking to the opposite gender all throughout school. And now that I'm an engineer by degree, they want me to get married." He sighs. "You are too young to understand this. How many of you have partners?" a good number of people raised their hands. "And how many of parent's know?" most hands went down.

The comedian's eyes fall on the pair of you and he asks Nanami, "Hey, blond guy! Is that pretty lady your girlfriend?"

Your face heats up and you can barely look at Nanami, who has gone pink. "N-No," he manages to say.

"Your face tells me otherwise," the comedian laughs. "For those of you who cannot see, Mr. Blond Guy has turned red. The lady seems flustered too. You two did come together, right? Or did I just embarrass two strangers sitting next to each other."

"We go to the same school," You manage to say, despite your flustered state. "And we're friends."

"Miss, maybe you should ask blond guy. He seems very shy." the comedian chuckles.

"I don't think I'm her type," Nanami mumbles in a small voice, and you give him the biggest side eye you have ever given to anyone.

"Judging by the lady's reaction, I'd say you are wrong, buddy." the man laughs. "See people, please tell your friends I helped set up a relationship. If any of your friends need a wingman, please join me on my next shows."

When you leave the mall, you walk together in silence, not even getting the courage to look at him. But you bite down your fears and say, "What gave you the impression that you aren't my type?" You still don't look at him, but your hands are in front of you, trying to grasp the air. "Because then I'd have to fix that. You are exactly my type."

Oh no, you think. You may have spoken to much. "Please ignore what I just said if you don't like me back."

"I do," Nanami softy says, and you whip you head towards him, seeing a rare smile on his face. His cheeks are still dusted a light shade of pink and he looks so cute you could kiss him. "I never thought you could like me like that."

"OH you blind man," you sigh, intertwining your fingers when his hand reaches for yours. "Let's just do this again later, okay?"

"Okay," Nanami says, the smile not leaving his face.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader

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taylorkellyreporting · 9 months

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i hope no one minds if i inconsistently liveblog this bitch: doctor who season one from 1x04

1x04

HELLO??

A WHOLE YEAR???

shit

“you’re 900 years old?” “yeah.” “my mum was right, that is one hell of an age gap.” lmfaooo

“i’m the only person who knows it exists.” spoke too soon

damn, he left her. i wonder if the key he gave her was even real.

it was a pig 😭

OH NOOOO

every time they get separated, shit goes off the rails

IS HE GONNA KILL HER MOM?!

1x05

girl, FUCK the emergency protocols

“sorry.” 😭

that shit was intense

“my mother’s cooking.” “good, put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.” CACKLING

i feel so bad for her mom :(

1x06

this episode really is…something.

why the fuck is the doctor just offering up all of this information???

he really should have seen this coming

*pretends to be shocked*

their cockiness is gonna get them killed

i never want rose and the doctor to be separated EVER again

“what use are emotions if you won’t save the woman that you love?” damn

don’t know how i feel about this dude joining them

1x07

“he’s your boyfriend.” “not anymore.” did i miss something???

something’s wrong…

is that guy dead?

i don’t trust adam at all

rose is so stupid. i could understand if it was mickey she was trusting but she doesn’t even know this man

huh, that was unexpected.

what the actual fuck

1x08

this ep’s gonna be so sad

the doctor never should’ve taken her to that day

“alright, i’ll tell him you’re not my boyfriend.” obsessed with her thinking that was the issue 😭

not important but jackie looks really good with her hair like that

well. that was heartbreaking.

1x09

sorry, but if a kid wearing a fucking plague mask was repeatedly saying “mummy” in an eerie voice, i would have turned and walked the other way. r.i.p. to rose but i’m different

what part of “don’t answer it.” is hard to understand? lmao

“excellent bottom.” gross.

i know i sound like a broken record but what the fuck?!

this is one creepy ass episode

this dude is coming on so strong dkgjgks

“finally, a professional.” rose, be serious.

“they’re not dead.” okay.

girl, what the fuck?

1x10

i can’t believe that worked lmfaooo

“those would’ve been terrible last words.” 😭

“half this street thinks your missus must be messing about with mr haverstock, the butcher. but she’s not, is she? you are.” SCREAMING

“i sent it to its room. this is its room.”

that’s fucking terrifying

“the first day i met him, he blew my job up. that’s practically how he communicates.” pls

“okay, so he’s vanished into thin air. why is it always the great- looking ones who do that?” “i’m making an effort to not be insulted.” “i mean…men.” “okay, thanks, that really helped.” fkfhhgdj

i hate jack for interrupting their dance. IT WAS JUST GETTING GOOD.

“carry on with whatever you were…doing.” “we were talking about dancing.” “it didn’t look like talking.” “didn’t feel like dancing.” 😭

these episodes are so fucking creepy but they’re definitely the best of the season

oh my God, he’s her son

THEY’RE DANCING 🥹

1x11

i can’t wait for mickey’s reaction to jack

“trust me, safest place in the universe.” famous last words

i hope the doctor doesn’t trust her

poor mickey

“it’s always the doctor, it’s never me.” buddy you should’ve known you weren’t first choice when she left you in the beginning

she’s an egg 😭

1x12

i almost don’t want to press play.

lmao, what the hell

it always comes back to floor 500

oh shit, the doctor cause all of that?

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

rose can’t be dead

THANK GOD

i can’t believe the daleks actually survived

1x13

i’m not ready to say goodbye to nine

rose is getting a taste of her own medicine with the doctor and lynda djfjgjs

HE KISSED THEM BOTH 😭 I LOVE JACK

i can feel my heart breaking

who the fuck is bad wolf if it isn’t the daleks???

mickey’s really getting on my nerves this ep

HELLO

“there’s nothing left for me here.” ‘nothing?” “no.” she’s RUTHLESS 😭 but honestly he shouldn’t be surprised at this point

JACK ☹️

“i am the bad wolf.” BITCH???? WHAT????

i got my kiss but at what cost

OH SHIT THEY LEFT JACK

all i feel is pain

that’s it??? how am i ever going to move on from eccleston? how the hell are you guys strong enough do this every season? cause i’ll tell you how i’m doing: not well, bitch!!

#long post #doctor who lb #doctor who #doctor x rose #ninerose #rose tyler #mickey smith #jackie tyler #jack harkness #rose x nine #nine x rose

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years

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A not so soft launch (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**@dohmeti suggested I could do a part 2 for Dealing with the enemy where both of them have to be on the red carpet and I thought it was a great idea. So after some brainstorming, this is what I came up with. This can be read on its own but reading part 1 definetely adds nice context for the characters. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the love for part 1 ❤️**

Word count: 1342

Masterlist

Wattpad

"I'm going to follow you on Instagram".

"Why?"

"To kick start our soft launch".

"Our what?"

Your boyfriend's confusion was hilarious.

"A soft launch is when you leave hints on like social media to let people know we are together. And then we do the hard launch".

"Which is?"

"Posting together, Pablo. What else?"

You keep walking around the room, phone in hand, nervous about this moment. While he just lays down in bed not understanding what a big deal this is.

"It sounds like a lot of work".

"Says the guy who spends 90 minutes running around the pitch like a headless chicken. Liking a couple of posts won't be that tiring".

"But why can't we just say we are together?"

"Because that's not how things are done nowadays. We need to do this and maybe mention something in interviews if we are asked. That type of thing".

He shakes his head and keeps scrolling on his phone while you sit on the edge of the bed, index finger hovering over your phone screen.

"Imagine it's a handbag".

"What?"

"Instead of the follow button, imagine it's the buy button for one of those handbags you love so much. You don't hesitate to press that button…at all".

"I hate you".

He reaches to you to grab you by the waist and take you closer to him.

"It'll be fine when people know about us. Stop worrying".

"But what if I lose my Madrid season ticket? Imagine the scandal".

"I'll give you one for the better team. Swapping Madrid for Barça will be an even better decision than dating me".

"Never!"

You take the phone back and press follow.

"Done!"

"So proud of you, baby", he teases, kissing your head.

"Shouldn't you be happy? You were begging me to follow you on Instagram for ages".

"Until you said yes to my offer to be my girlfriend on the first attempt. That's much better than a follow. And I know you stalk my profile anyways".

"I do not stalk your Instagram".

"And my fan accounts".

"I don't even check those. Stop lying".

"How about that time I saw you watching a video from one of them?"

"It was recommended on my explore page, Gavira".

"The explore page that recommends similar content to the one you search…makes sense".

You get up, taking the clothes you had picked before.

"I'm going to take a shower and you're not invited to join me for being an annoying idiot".

"You still love me!"

"I might change my mind about that!"

After your follow, several media outlets posted about why you would follow a Barça player on Instagram and most just assume you had your eye on him. Well, they weren't completely wrong.

There were also comments about it on Gavi's fan pages. You know, those ones you didn't check…while he was around and could see you doing it. They have great photos of him and you liked looking at them when you missed him.

"Maybe you can comment something on my new photo".

"Like what?"

You go to your Instagram to find the photo you posted a couple of hours ago. It was a behind-the-scenes shot of your show.

"I got it", he says. But he doesn't let you look at what he is writing.

A notification on your phone alerts you he had sent it and so you check it to see what he came up with.

Smart. Just a comment about work. It gets people talking without being too obvious.

"You're good at this. Ok, what should I answer?"

"How about the zipper emoji?"

"Wait. You're too good at this. I think I've found you a career for when you retire".

Throwback to when I got to celebrate my birthday on set with my absolute favourite humans!

Pablogavi: when is season 3 out?? I need it now!

Yourusername: 🤐🤐

"There are already comments from people who noticed our interaction. Perfect!", you said, pleased.

"What's next?"

“I have an interview tomorrow. I’ll suggest I might be seeing someone. And I’ll share my location too. So people can wonder why I spend so much time in Barcelona”.

He shakes his head, muttering. “So much work”.

"I've been invited to the movie premiere you are going to".

"Why?"

"I don't know", he shrugs. "I just have. I get invited to a lot of things but refuse to go. I don't want people to think I'm not focused on my career because they see me at parties".

"Makes sense", you say, cuddling to his side. "Why are you telling me about the invitation then?"

"I thought we could go together".

You think about it for a second and yes, it is a good idea. But it also feels too soon. You had only been doing the soft launch for two weeks.

"I don't know…".

"Come on. It's perfect. We show up together on the red carpet and we don't need to do anything else".

"Can I think about it?"

He nods but you could tell he was unhappy you had refused. So you mentally proceed to do a list of pros and cons.

"I don't think it's a good idea".

"Well", says Gavi, getting up and leaving you on the sofa alone. "I'm going anyway. The movie sounds fun".

Saying you feel bad would be an understatement but it is what feels like the right decision at the moment.

There had been some tension in the days prior to the premiere and Gavi uses your not wanting to be seen with him as an excuse to leave in a different car to the event.

So when you get there, you see him already attending the press. He had gone through a couple of groups of journalists and now it is your time to be interviewed by them.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Tell us who you are wearing tonight".

"Valentino. When I saw this dress at the fitting, I didn't need to see more".

Rehearsed answers are always a winner.

"Have you seen who's here at the premiere?"

"A lot of people, I would assume", you laugh nervously, knowing who they meant.

"Well, you see, we noticed you following Gavi on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and now he's here. Maybe you'll have a chat with him? Even if he is the enemy?"

"Maybe".

You move to the next groups of reporters and, of course, there are more questions about the footballer that was getting all the attention tonight.

Too much attention, if you were to be asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a group of women surrounding him. Their flirty giggles were so annoying. Could they be more obvious?

You try not to roll your eyes while you keep talking to the press.

But then, one of them really pushes her luck, offering her arm so your boyfriend can take her to the red carpet to pose with her. And he accepts her offer. Obviously, she doesn't know he has a girlfriend but what the heck?

While you wait your turn to go to the carpet, you see her getting closer to him. And then…she kisses his cheek when the photographers asked her to do it!

"Oh no she didn't!"

You walk to where they are posing and when Gavi sees it is you approaching them, he starts to smirk.

"Excuse me", you tell the girl who is still holding onto his arm. "That's my boyfriend so I would appreciate it if you stopped touching him".

She looks at you, shocked, and does as you told her.

“I think you scared her”.

“Good!”

"But what are you doing here? I thought you didn't want anyone seeing us together".

"Oh shut up!"

You grab his face with your hands and kiss him, causing all photographers to move to where you two are standing so they can get the best photo.

Gavi immediately grabs your waist and deepens the kiss. His plan to make you jealous had worked perfectly.

"There is your hard launch".

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballers angst

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thesevenwondersofawitch · 8 months

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The Brothers Sun ep8

Understandable that the Tea Leaf guy won't talk unless Big Sun is brought down

Aw, they're staying in a motel

Mama Sun is so done that Bruce couldn't get the name for dragon head right 😂

She makes her son drive at night because she gets lost😭

She bought 6 pasta strainers just because they were on sale

"You are not a crime boss. You're my mom." She can be both

I get where she's coming from, but it never sits right to be mad at the kid who didn't

NOOOOOOOOOO Charles nooooooooooooooo

Oh thank god, he shot above his brother's head

The mom's hand on Charles shoulder 😭 I bet she came running

I love that Bruce said that it's going to lead to decades of therapy (that his brother was sent to kill him by their father)😂

Charles don't hurt your brother! He has a point about killing your father

The fact that Bruce said he'd do anything to protect his brother 😭

The way the mom admitted that the chairleg incident was a test and she didn't push back against the father when he forced Charles to kill the first time😭

At least she's showing the remorse and guilt she feels for sacrificing

"Forget dad, you can be Charles -churro baker Sun"😭

The way that the mom has a charger for her son's phone😭

Oh, Charles just realized how he was betrayed

Xing telling the Wang bros that they need to shut up makes me hope she at least feels some guilt for betraying

The dad is such an asshole

Good for you Charles, telling your dad you want to stay. I'm proud of you❤️

The way I cheered when Charles shot those douche bags😂

Oh no, Xing is going to kill the mother and brother 😭

Well fuck indeed, Charles, fuck indeed

Alexis saying that they don't have shrimp chips😂

Him asking for a charger is not permission to track his phone

Alexis is far worse than Charles ever could be

Mama Sun wearing an oversized jersey is so cute

Yeah, Xing sucks and blood boots would never

The fact that the mom is immediately chastising Bruce for getting the wrong milk😂

FUCK YOU ALEXIS. FUCK YOU

Bruce is absolutely playing her😂 the improv classes work!

I love how Charles is just as shocked that the mom can fight 😂😂

Bruce planning to kill their dad😂

I mean, him being good at Laser Tag and also beating his actual assassin brother at a shooting video game is hilarious and actually makes sense

Bruce: "Neither of us are who our parents thought we were."

Charles"Yeah, but both our parents are crazy."

Bruce: "yeah."

Bruce, hugging Charles: "I don't think we've ever hugged before."

Charles: "Well, you're probably gonna die, so might as well get one last one before you go."😂

Bruce: "Right."

Bruce, handing his visitor badge to Alexis: "The Brothers Sun don't work with cops." HA!

Oh no, Bruce don't listen to that serpent of a father who's telling you to join him.

I love that Charles made sure to shoot his dad and missed the internal organs 😂 It definitely pays

The way that Bruce said he'd use his spit to make his taco dumplings 😂

I'm pretty sure that it was Bruce's plan all along to get his brother and mom to cook for him forever😂

FUCK YEAH! THE MAMA INJECTING THE DAD'S IV BAGS WITH INSULIN IS WICKED AND GENIUS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR HER!

Awwwww she bought her son a bakery 😭🥺

Hopefully that other girl isn't

The way she brought gifts to her friends

I love that she wants her kids to have lives and be happy 🥺❤️

Good for Alexis that she got a tower of her snack

The pictures in the mom's room with both her boys🥺😭

I'm crying with Bruce and Mama Sun too😭 nothing bad better happen to her

Oh nooooo, Charles is leaving too😭 I mean I'm happy that he's gonna get some time with his mama and that she's finally getting what she wants

I love that June has dinner reservations already 😂 she's got her priorities straight

The fact that Bruce still struggles to drive his car is hilarious and relatable af😂

I really hope we get another season, just because this was so well written and I enjoyed this show so much. But it also ended on a great note.

Ooooooo I wonder who that guy with the sunglasses sounds like he's being sent after Tea guy

Also still curious about who the man was that Eileen had been dancing with in Taiwan

#TheSevenWondersOfAWitch watches #the brothers sun #Netflix the brothers sun #brothers sun #charles sun #bruce sun #mama sun #big sun #michelle yeoh #eileen sun #Alexis kong #june song #thesevenwondersofawitch

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snowyslytherinowl · 4 days

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Perfect Prefect - Part 2

PAIRING: George Weasley x Reader or George Weasley x OC

SUMMARY: You’re Miss Moore of Ravenclaw, a sixth-year prefect and one of the house’s best and brightest. You don’t know who to go to the Yule Ball with, but luckily for you, George has secretly had a crush on you for a while and charms you into being his date. But there’s one slight problem that’s holding you back from sharing the news of your budding romance: your best friend and Fred Weasley are far from friends.

I'm really sorry for taking so long to update this story. I'm a very busy person and honestly, I struggled to write this part. I kept getting stuck on the plotline and how things sounded. I'm not 100% satisfied with how this chapter turned out, but I hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for your patience! (P.S. I'm not making any promises on when part 3 will be out, but I will eventually publish it).

*Original GIF by @merakiaes, but I cropped it just to have George

Without a word exchanged, Sinclair drags me to a secluded corner of the corridor when class ends. She sweeps her eyes to inspect for onlookers, and her eyes follow the back of a second-year passing by. When no one else is around, she grabs my shoulder with both hands and leans in to intensely gaze into my eyes. I love her, but she creeps me out when she does this.

“Does he treat you well?” she presses.

Well, this isn’t exactly what I expected her to say. I thought she would try to convince me that I have many other options or tell me that George is far from the pick of the litter. I give her a funny look and reply, “Of course he does.”

She nods in approval. “Has he pulled a prank on you?”

“Nothing major,” I answer honestly.

Sinclair’s eyes dart over my face, looking for any sign of deceit. “What do you mean?”

“He hasn’t thrown anything at me or tied my shoelaces together, but he did replace my quill with a confetti-exploding quill. And there was another time he sent a flying note to me, but it would zoom away every time I tried to catch it.” I’ve never dashed across the grounds quite like I did in pursuit of those flying notes, racing from Ravenclaw Tower all the way to the Great Hall.

“Okay.” She nods with approval again, and follows with, “And do you like him?” At that, she quirks her brow and leans in even closer.

I sigh at that question. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t be going to the Yule Ball with him if I didn’t,” I say, as though this is common sense. “Sinclair, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t want you to become overprotective when I told you that I was going with George.”

Sinclair has always been protective of us and has only ever wanted us to be with guys that are, in her words, “worthy of ladies as majestic as ourselves.” When Lloyd caught her now ex-boyfriend cheating on her last year, Sinclair surreptitiously followed him around to deduct House points when he broke even the smallest of rules. In our fourth year, she jinxed a Slytherin boy’s tongue to hiss every time he attempted to speak, all because he called me a “Mudblood” one time.

Sinclair sighs and leans against the wall. “Listen, I am sorry for making you feel that way and not being clearer when we spoke last night. I’ll always love you and be proud of you, even if your date was that foul git, Fred,” she says genuinely.

She looks away briefly and then looks back at me, opens her mouth and then closes it, and chews on her inner cheek. I know exactly what that means.

“What do you want to say?”

She speaks slowly, as though not to stir the waters. “As I just said, I’m happy for you. But… I just thought you would go for someone different. Someone more like… you.”

Oh, there it is. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… he’s talkative and mischievous and careless about his academics. And you’re not shy, per se, but you’re not as overwhelming as he is,” she explains calmly. “Also, you’re diligent with your academics and prefect duties.”

“Honestly, I understand where you’re coming from. If I were someone else, I would never believe that a prefect and a prankster would like each other. But George and I have a lot more in common than you would think.” When she raises her brow, I continue, “We’re both diligent, but with different things. He works tirelessly on his joke shop products and researches charms in the library. And yeah, he’s more outgoing than I am, but he’s not as boisterous as Fred.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” She nods her head, but I know she isn’t convinced just yet. “George really isn’t that bad. He can be, well, immature at times. They’re both immature, but Fred is heartless.”

She waves her hand and we begin walking to the Prefects’ Bathroom. “I’ll take your word for now. But if he missteps up even once, I will set him on fire.” Sinclair says that last sentence with so much conviction that I’m afraid that she’s serious.

“Er, thank you.”

Her features soften and she smirks at me. “One thing I will admit is that I can see some of the appeal of George. He’s not too bad looking.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Okay now. That is not the reason why I’m going to the ball with him.”

Sinclair nudges me. “Oh? What do you like about him?”

“He’s sweet and goofy. Also very easy to talk to. We’ve talked about everything, honestly. Every time we talk, he has this goofy grin on his face and gazes at me as though he can’t get enough of what I have to say,” I respond, a smile also playing on my lips. “I get excited every time I see him. I blush whenever he gets near me or compliments me. It makes me feel like I’m a silly, giddy girl. But then again, I don’t have much experience with boys, so I am a silly, giddy girl.”

“Oh no. You’re becoming just as boy-crazy as Ainsworth.” We both laugh and she follows up with, “Are you planning to share the big news with everyone today?”

“I am.” I can already picture Ainsworth splashing water around as I break the news. “By the way, we need to find you a date. It’s just you and Lloyd now.”

She shrugs. “Actually, I already have a date,” she admits nonchalantly.

I halt in my tracks. “You do?! Who is it? Why haven’t you said anything?” I gasp. I rack my memory for all the boys she’s talked to recently, but none of them stand out as someone worthy of a majestic lady such as herself.

“Rivard.” She shrugs again as we continue walking and climb the steps from the fourth floor to the fifth floor. “Honestly, I just haven’t said anything because I’m not dying to go with him. He was just the best option out of all the guys who asked me.”

“Doesn’t he go to Beauxbatons?” When she nods, I continue, “Why him?”

“He’s ambitious. Top of his class. He has great things going for him. He’ll be interning at the French Ministry of Magic this summer,” she says in an oddly diplomatic tone.

I sigh and look at her, trying to read her face. “Sinclair, why? Why didn’t you pick someone you actually like?”

Her expression stays neutral and she doesn’t look me in the eye. “Don’t worry about me. Let’s just focus on George, okay?” We arrive at the Prefects’ Bathroom. Before I have a chance to pull her aside, she utters “pine fresh” and we’re immediately swarmed by our friends.

XXX

I scan the crowd of students at the front entrance and I spot George waving at me from the corner. When I get close enough, he holds his hand out for me to hold. No matter how many times we’ve held hands, I always feel tingly all over. This time, my giddiness is mixed with slight nervousness. Our Saturday Hogsmeade trip will be our first official date; that is if you don’t count our product-planning meetings or the times we’ve hung out on the Ravenclaw Tower balcony.

Once Filch verifies that we’re authorized to visit Hogsmeade, George and I start walking to the village. I notice that he’s carrying a pouch, so I ask, “Why do you have that? Planning to go on a shopping spree?”

He secures the pouch’s string around his wrist. When I stick my head out to get a closer look at it, he tsks at me and laughs. “Hey, no peeking! It’s a surprise.”

I then try to peek from behind, but George shoves it in his front pocket. I groan. “You’re going to kill me with the anticipation.”

“Remember, patience is a virtue,” he teases, using his best authoritative prefect voice to parrot what I said to him two days ago. George pleaded with me to sneak to Hogsmeade with him for the last few days. I may be willing to get a slap on the wrist for assisting in his pranks, but I won’t risk losing my prefect badge for leaving the school grounds unauthorized.

“Now, where first? The Shrieking Shack?”

“Absolutely not,” I say with a laugh. “I’m thinking Honeydukes. I’m in the mood for Cauldron Cakes.”

By the time we get to Honeydukes, the store is already swarming with other students. I quickly grab Cauldron Cakes, Pink Coconut Ice, and Jelly Slugs for myself and take a scoop of Chunky Chewers for George; he’s never had one and I’m not letting another day go by without him trying it. I head to the counter to pay and notice him tucking his purchased treats away, the corner of an exploding bonbons package peeking out before it disappears in the depths of his pouch. I hope he doesn’t blow anything up while we’re strolling on High Street.

I pull off a portion of a Jelly Slug and pop it into my mouth as we walk out the door. I turn to go to Zonko’s since George couldn’t take his eyes off the displays earlier. But just as I start walking there, he grabs my hand and cocks his head in the opposite direction.

“How about we go off the Hogsmeade beaten path? There’s a place that I bet would tickle your fancy.” George has a mischievous glint in his eye and his voice sounds suspiciously enthusiastic. This is either going to be very good or very bad.

“Where exactly is it? It’s not Hog’s Head Inn, is it?”

“Nope. That’s far too ordinary for my liking.”

I raise a brow at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve been there before.” When he says nothing, I shake my head in disbelief. Actually, I can believe it. “But this place you’re talking about, it’s safe? Right?”

“I hope so.” George grins at me and it’s hard not to smile back. He may be overly adventurous, but his enthusiasm is adorable.

“Okay, I’ll go. But just remember that if I’m eaten alive, you’ll no longer have a date.”

“I have a backup plan for that. If a dragon gobbles you up, I’ll have to take Peanut instead.” We share a laugh, but then he draws circles on my hand with his thumb to reassure me. “Don’t worry. I promise that we’re not going on some wild adventure.”

George leads me off High Street and into the countryside surrounding Hogsmeade. As we get further away from the heart of the village, there are fewer cottages and more wildlife. Squirrels chase each other up trees, hares hop around, birds tweet their songs, and we even see a deer in the distance. I’m relieved that he doesn’t beckon me to climb up the mountains, but the foliage grows thicker wherever we walk. After about ten minutes of walking, I turn behind me and can’t even see the tallest building in Hogsmeade. I’m not so sure if we’re authorized to walk this distance from the village.

“Hey, George? Are we almost there?” I ask nervously.

He seems to sense my anxiety since he wraps his arms around me and comfortingly squeezes my hand. “Just hang on for another three minutes or so, I promise.”

Maybe it was my preoccupation with thoughts of suspension, but the time flies by even faster than I thought. George stops in front of a wall of snow-covered trees and then slithers between a break in the branches, his arm sticking out to beckon me through.

I’m met with the sound of roaring water and then the source of it: a waterfall rushing down from an imposing formation of rocks. The entire sight takes my breath away, and I have to stand there in silence to absorb its full beauty. The area radiates the essence of winter: snow-capped mountains in the distance, leafless trees cloaked in snow, and sparkling icicles dangling from the rocks. Yet the waterfall rages on, its cascading waters misting and plummeting into the vast lake below, where only the edges of the lake are partially frozen.

“George, this is amazing!” I may have been apprehensive on our walk here, but now it’s my turn to pull him closer to the waterfall. “How’d you find a place like this?”

“Fred and I were sprinting for dear life from the owner of Dervish and Banges since we accidentally let off a Dungbomb in his shop. We bolted into the countryside and even after we lost him, we figured, why not explore deeper? That’s how we found this place. But the beauty of it isn’t nearly the best part of it all.”

George points towards the side of the waterfall. There’s a hole in the rocks that’s conveniently large enough for us both to crouch down and slither through. Even though I should be more skeptical, I get down on my knees and pull myself forward.

The waterfall and the winter wonderland may have been beautiful, but the cavernous room hidden behind the hole is stunning. Jagged blue and white crystals line the walls and the center of the room’s ceiling, as though we’re standing in a ginormous geode. Blue rock decorated with white lines surrounds the crystals on the ceiling. I wish I could take out my wand and carve a piece to take back to my dormitory.

My fascination with the crystals and marble almost makes me forget about the waterfall. Mist from the flowing water has left puddles on the smooth grey floor and has dampened the nearby crystal walls. I try to look through the waterfall, but the water is completely opaque. I stick my frozen hand into the falling water and am met with something I never could’ve expected: the water that passes through my fingers turns into tiny blue and white crystals once they touch the ground.

I bend down and take a crystal, which feels exactly like the crystals along the wall. When I turn them over in my hand, they shine and refract on the ground. Wow, Sinclair would love these to make jewelry.

I repeatedly dip my hand into the water, each time drawing out more crystals that I can collect for her. As I gather all of them into my palm, I become even more amazed at how shiny they are. Wait, how are they shining if there’s no light source in the cave? I look back up at the ceilings and nearby walls and don’t spot any clues.

“George, are you seeing this? How can any of this even be possible?” I mutter, mostly to myself even though I direct the question to him. I rotate one crystal around to search for the angle where it catches the light and then look in the direction where the shine is coming from. No, no light there.

And then I realize that there’s been no response from George.

“George?” I call out louder. Maybe he didn’t hear me the first time. Silence. My voice rises with a touch of fear, “George?”

My eyes frantically dart around the room until I hear a voice from the entrance hole. “Hey, can you lend a hand?” George asks, nervously chuckling.

I spin around and spot George’s head and torso protruding from the entrance hole. As our gazes meet, his lips curl into a lop-sided bashful smile and his cheeks flush red. “I’m a bit stuck,” he admits sheepishly.

I immediately rush over to pull him out of the hole and help him onto his feet. “George! Why didn’t you say something sooner!?” I ask, incredulously. Honestly, I feel more ashamed of myself for not noticing his absence sooner than surprised by his silence.

Even after George stands stably on his feet, dirt patted off his jeans, his hands still grasp mine. He pulls me closer to him, one hand on my waist and the other brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You were so caught up with that cave, I didn’t want to interrupt you. You have this twinkle in your eye whenever you’re in the zone. I think you look gorgeous whenever you’re hyperfocused like that.”

“Oh, I…” My cheeks, already flushed from embarrassment at forgetting about him, become a deeper shade of red. No boy has said something so sweet or genuine to me before, and I don’t know how to respond. Especially not when he looks down at me with such a sweet grin and speaks to me with undeniable sincerity in his tone. I settle for the simplest response, a quiet “thank you.”

George seems pleased at himself for turning me into a speechless mess, his smile growing wider. “You’ve uncovered every secret of this waterfall, except one.”

He lets go of my hands and takes a step back. “Check this out!” He flashes me a cheeky wink and then jumps in the air. Rather than immediately landing on his feet, he’s suspended a foot or two above the ground. He stays there for several seconds until he slowly drifts down like a feather would. Looks like I’ll be adding another mystery to my research list.

I rake my eyes over the walls for any special attribute, but it doesn’t seem like anything here would make the place lose gravity. Neither does the energy from the walls feel any different here. This place seems to be nothing more than an unassuming cave. Well, as long as you ignore how it looks like a giant geode. “I really don’t understand how to explain any of this…”

“I think it’s magic,” George says as he winks.

“Of course it is, silly. But I’m just confused. I’ve never been in a place like this before.”

“When I was little, my mum and dad took us to this magical forest full of colorful, curious-looking birds. Funniest part was that they couldn’t fly; they could only hop. It was brilliant. They hopped about just like this.” The sight of George bouncing around in slow-motion, wildly batting his arms to pretend like he’s a bird, sends me into a fit of laughter. I can’t resist his antics.

He motions me toward him. “You should give it a go!”

“You want me to hop around like those birds?”

“I meant that you should be floating around too!”

I jump up and as expected, I float in the air. Panic briefly washes over me since nothing visible is keeping me stable. But when I don’t abruptly fall flat on my face, I relax and allow myself to gracefully float to the ground.

George closely observes my movements, timing his jumps to match mine. We end up in a silent game where I try to outsmart him by making him jump before I do, but George is hard to trick.

“Ha! I got you!” he exclaims, even though he clearly jumped after I did.

“Hey! Don’t lie!”

Even as I drift groundwards before he does, he puffs his chest and smirks at me. “Don’t even try to deny that I’m the winner here.”

“I am not easily fooled, Mr. Weasley.” I muster the strictest prefect voice I possibly can, though a hint of playfulness still slips through.

I suppress a smile as he gives me puppy-dog eyes and sticks his hands in his pockets like a guilty schoolboy. “Forgive me, Ms. Moore.” A smile threatens to grace his lips as he adds, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re absolutely gorgeous?”

I let out an exaggerated huff. “George!”

“Maybe this’ll cheer you up.” He pulls out the pouch from his pocket, which I’ve completely forgotten about considering all the events of this outing.

He sits down near the falling water and pats the ground beside him. “I packed us snacks.”

My eyes widen as he lays everything out on the floor before us, the pile seeming like it will never end. Fizzing Whizzbees, Pumpkin Pasties, Liquorice Wands, chocolate éclairs, sandwiches, and beef pasties.

“These are not snacks. This is a feast!” George must’ve really charmed the house elves into giving him extra treats.

“Ah! I found it!” He sticks his hand into a crevice of the pouch and pulls out two more things. One candy from Honeydukes I don’t recognize, and the bets part: a wrapped chocolate trifle and a spoon.

“George… How’d you know this is my favorite?” I look at the wrapping, which is a little messy, but clearly done with care and effort. I glance back up at him and catch a huge grin on his face, elated to see me happy.

“It was quite easy to put together, actually. It’s always the first dessert you go for at lunch and dinner.”

My heart flutters at how attentive and thoughtful he is, even when our House tables are far apart. Honestly, I’m touched. “Thank you, George.”

He then drops the Honeydukes candy I don’t recognize into my lap. “These are Singing Sours. I can’t believe you’ve never heard of it until yesterday.”

Based on what he told me after dinner last night, this box contains both predictabilities and surprises. He claims the main surprise will come when I try to eat them, but whether that means when I pour them out of the box or bring them to my mouth, I don’t know.

As expected, the sunflower-shaped candies sing a simple “la la la” as I pour a few onto my palm. The soft yellow petals ring around brown seeds, an inviting smile in the center.

“You didn’t tell me how cute they are!” I tickle their leaves, eliciting high-pitched laughter from the Singing Sours.

“Are they too cute to eat?”

“Hm, I don’t know.” When I was on the train going to Hogwarts for my first year, Ainsworth bought a bag of Fizzling Farm. She showed me the adorable pig- and cow-shaped candies before placing them on her tongue, where they fizzled and dissolved before my eyes. I was horrified.

“Well, I don’t believe any candy is too cute to spare.” As he brings a Singing Sour to his open mouth, the unlucky candy shrieks, somehow still sounding melodious. He laughs at it and munches on it nonetheless. Turns out all Gryffindors are merciless.

“Is that the big surprise you were telling me about last night?!” When he nods, I continue, appalled, “That’s horrendous!”

“I think it’s bloody hilarious!” His voice comes out as though he’s singing, and now I have to join in on his laughter.

“All right. I’ll have one.” I pop the candy into my mouth and wince when it screams bloody murder. But when the simultaneously sour and sweet flavor bursts in my mouth, I relax my face.

“Actually, you’re not wrong. This is delicious,” I admit.

We eat some more Singing Sours, whose screams I do my best to ignore before, I remember the items I bought from Honeydukes earlier.

“I almost forgot that I brought some stuff, too.” I add the Cauldron Cakes, Pink Coconut Ice, and Jelly Slugs to the pile, as though we don’t already have enough sugar. I hand the Chunky Chewers to him. “I just ate screaming candy because of you, so you have to try this.”

He reads the candy name and gives me a look that tells me that I should know better. “Yuck! I am not eating that!”

“But you’ve never had it before! How do you know you won’t like it?”

“Fred told me it tastes just like squid!”

“I think it tastes more chewy than rubbery! I promise you’ll like it!”

I hold a Chunky Chewer to his mouth, which as the name implies, is larger than most candies. However, like a picky baby refusing food, George turns his head. “Please? Just one. I promise it won’t make you barf.”

He hesitates but finally gives in. “Alright, but ONLY because I like you so much.”

He wrinkles his nose as he squishes the candy, which quickly bounces into its original form. George brings it to his lips, opens his mouth, sticks his tongue out, places it on his tongue…

“George! Just eat it!” I lightly smack his chest. His free hand flies to his chest and he clutches his chest as if he’s suffering from immense pain.

“Ouch!” He keels on his side and dramatically rubs his chest. “I’m in too much pain to possibly eat this!”

“Here, let me help you!” I fish out another Chunky Chewer from the box and sneak it into his mouth as his mouth hangs open from an exaggerated groan.

His eyes widen with genuine surprise and he grimaces. “You’re getting just as sneaky as me,” he grumbles. George throws the candy around in his mouth before giving in and chewing on it.

His expression goes from a scrunched nose to a raised brow to a subtle smile. “Honestly…. this isn’t bad. This tastes loads better than the owl dung Fred dared me to eat when we were kids.” At this point, I’m surprised George is still alive.

We dig into the other sweets and snacks, and George sneaks more Chunky Chewers when he thinks I’m not looking. He even eyes my chocolate trifle, so of course, I give him a spoonful.

I almost forget about the Liquorice Wands since they’re hidden behind the wrapped sandwiches. I carefully pull the wrapping apart to prevent any from flying out, but George has other ideas. He tosses the box, the Liquorice Wands flying out of the package and floating in the air.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, confused yet amused.

“What’s the point of eating if we can’t play with your food a little?” George muses, his tone mischievous. He stands and stretches his body to reach the lowest-floating candy wands, raising his arms as high as he possibly can; yet, the candies evade his grasp.

“Eh, you want to be tricky, don’t you?” he chastises at the wands. George leaps into the air and swipes a handful of Liquorice Wands.

He shoves the Liquorice Wands back into the box and grasps the opening with both his hands, exerting as much of his strength as he can onto it. He even wriggles around, wrangling the wands as though they’re fighting against him.

He turns to me. “What are you doing still sitting there? You have to help me corral these rogue wands!”

Never have I imagined that I would have to jump for my food, but here I am. Even as I stretch my arms more than I’ve ever stretched them before, the wands floating closest to me are completely out of reach.

“Allow me to me assist you, my lady,” George offers. He bows at me, resembling a gentleman aiding a damsel in distress. He flashes me a grin before he bends his knees and flips backward, which sends him floating in the air. With his leg, George is able to push three Liquorice Wands my way.

I crack up from how ridiculous he looks floating on his back and how he ungracefully lands on his bottom after drifting back down. “Are you alright?”

“I am, but only because my arse can withstand a fall,” he says with a laugh.

I hold him back when he tries to go after more wands. “I may not be as inventive as you with doing a backflip, but let me try to figure out how to bring more of them down.”

Oddly enough, the wands have barely budged since they were first thrown into the air. One of them just barely touches the tip of my pointer finger, but when I try to grab it, it floats up higher. Even Liquorice Wands choose the wizard.

When I pull out my wand, George shouts from below, “Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Fine. I’ll put it away.” I move to put my wand back in my pocket, but then several Liquorice Wands in the path of my wand floating down.

I ignore George and wave my wand above me, not uttering any incantation or performing any silent spell. Somehow, the Liquorice Wands are attracted to my wand and naturally make their way toward it.

I collect every wand and place them into the box that George hands me. “What spell did you cheat your way with?” He wags his pointer finger in disapproval.

“I didn’t cheat at all. The Liquorice Wands are attracted to my wand.”

“Uh huh. You’re saying that these candies wanted to buddy up with your wand, but not with my wand?” He puts on his best professor voice to chide me. For a member of the most chaotic prankster duo, he’s certainly enjoying enforcing his created rules.

“Well, it’s not my fault they have taste,” I say smugly.

George bursts out laughing. “I’d be offended, but you’re too clever.”

We go back to munching on the treats, or at least I go back to eating all the food. I eat a little of each to treasure every candy and food he brought for me. My heart feels warm knowing how much effort and attention he put into this.

George, on the other hand, continues to play with the food and sets himself on experimenting how fast each type of candy falls to the ground. He throws Chunky Chewers in the air one at a time, and opens his mouth wide, waiting for them to slowly float back down and fall into his mouth.

Sinclair may not exactly like George, but in moments like these, how can I not like George? I like him when he turns something ordinary into something fun, not caring if what he does is seen as embarrassing. I like him when he laughs and a loose strand of hair falls on his forehead. I like him when he comforts me with a simple joke or prank. It’s impossible for me not to be drawn to George when I’m with someone as endearing as him.

I don’t even realize that I’m staring at him, rather than the Chunky Chewers, until he turns to me with a raised brow.

“I am more enjoyable than the candy, aren’t I?” He puffs his chest and wiggles his brows like the sucker for attention that he is. His eyes crinkle and his lips are pulled upward in a cheeky grin. And as I stare at his lips, my mind suddenly jumps to kissing him.

He scoots closer to me, closing the gap between us, as I stare at him, not saying anything. His proximity certainly isn’t helping to erase my impulsive thoughts. “What? Are you enjoying the view?”

My cheeks flush and my lips grow to match his own grin. My heart begins to beat a mile a minute, nervous that he read my mind. “Of course I am.”

He takes my hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. His grin widens even more and he looks at me, ignoring the candy game he started. Whether or not he knows I want to kiss him, I don’t know; but I push myself to just go for it.

Butterflies fill my stomach as I scoot impossibly closer to George, lean forward, and gently kiss his lips. George freezes out of surprise, but I can feel his lips pull into a satisfied smile. He doesn’t hesitate any longer; he cups my cheeks to bring me closer to him and deepen the kiss. His lips are soft and warm, blanketing me from the cold of winter.

Even with George’s positive response to my kiss, my heart doesn’t stop beating and the butterflies don’t go away. My mind won’t stop racing about how great his lips taste and feel against mine, how warmth radiates from him as he wraps his arms around me, and how this is our first kiss. My very first kiss.

Something suddenly plops on my shoulder, the surprise making me pull away from the kiss. George’s eyes reflect his own confusion, but then they light up. He brushes my hair back to grab whatever fell. He holds his hand out and lo and behold, it’s the Chunky Chewer.

George pops the candy into his mouth and says, mid-chew, “Bloody hell, you made me forget about the candy!”

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New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 7 Season 1

! This is a backstory. There are more chapters to the actual fic. Check my masterlist !

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: The beggining of the story. How did Y/n Henderson get herself into this mess? How did she deal with the loss of a dear friend and how will she survive the bullies and monsters?

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting

Notes: I told you I had the next chapters ready to go. Enjoy! 💕

Gif not mine

Chapter 6 << Masterlist >> Epilogue

Making a sensory deprivation tank wasn’t in your plans today, but here you were with the kids, Jonathan, Nancy, Joyce, and Hopper separating into teams to prepare it. You were paired with Joyce and Eleven to help her prepare for the tank.

“Where can we find goggles in this school?” Joyce asked you and you pointed to a classroom at the end of the hallway.

“That way is where the science classroom is. You will easily find goggles there. I’ll come find you after I get Eleven something to eat to regain some of her strength.”

You left Joyce and Eleven as you headed in the opposite direction towards the kitchen area. Walking through these halls made you almost nostalgic as you remembered your time spent here. It wasn’t any different than high school, kids were mean, and teachers were too strict, but right now you longed for the lost innocence of your old self.

You stepped into the kitchen and tried hard to find something a little edible in this nightmare of a kitchen. You ended up opening a refrigerator to find probably hundreds of puddings in there. You grabbed two of those and the cleanest spoon you could find and made your way back to the classroom where you found Joyce and Eleven sitting on two chairs facing each other. Joyce was busy covering the goggles with tape as you walked in, grabbed another chair, and sat down with them.

“Here, I hope it’s not spoiled.” you joked and opened the pudding for her and held it out for her along with the spoon. She sent you a small smile and started eating it. You turned your attention to Joyce who was just finishing up the goggles.

“You think this will be good enough?” she held them up for you to see.

“Yeah, they should be able to let her concentrate better.”

“Great…” she looked at Eleven for a moment. The girl was eating the dessert fast and before you knew it she was reaching for the other one. You both smiled at her, making you miss Joyce’s eyes now on you “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?” your head whipped in her direction.

“When you guys found her, you should have said something to us.” Joyce’s words were so sincere, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

You smiled and looked at her shaking your head a bit “You were focused on Will… And she looked so scared around me at the beginning, I didn’t want to bring more adults before we had completely gained her trust.” Joyce understood, but she still felt bad that you had to deal with all this before she learned more about this case. It was just her motherly instincts kicking in. Almost losing Will forever made her feel empty, and she didn’t want to feel it again with any of you.

“Just know that you can always come to me for anything.” her smile made your lips turn upwards as well, taking her hand in yours.

“I will.”

“Finished.” Eleven’s words pulled you towards her and you grabbed the empty cups, getting off your seat to go throw them into the bin. In the meantime, Joyce was talking to Eleven about the goggles.

“Okay, great. So, this should keep it dark for you. Just like in your bathtub.” she stopped for a moment to take a good look at the little girl “You’re a very brave girl. You know that don’t you? Everything you’re doing for my boy… for Will… for my family… Thank you.” you returned to your chair and watched as they held hands “Listen. I am gonna be there with you the whole time. We both will. And if it ever gets too scary in that place, just let us know, okay?” you nodded at her words and waited for El’s answer.

“Yes.”

“Ready?” you spoke up.

“Ready.”

The three of you made your way back to the gymnasium where the others had set up the pool. Everything was ready for her. You took your seat in between Dustin and Lucas as you all watched the young girl put on the goggles, enter the pool, and relax her body to float.

You can feel your anxiety kicking in, the silence around the room making it worse while you wait for something, anything to happen.

The lights started flickering above you before turning off completely, darkness surrounding you.

Not much time passed when Eleven’s voice filled the gymnasium and the lights started flickering again. But you didn’t care. Your entire focus was on Eleven and the word she whispered, the name ‘Barbara’.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” Nancy asked, her voice filled with fear, begging for good news. But all of your hopes were let down when the girl before you started repeating the word ‘gone’ each time getting louder and louder. Tears filled your eyes as they fell to the ground. Your friend was gone, you would never see her again.

You could hear Joyce reassuring Eleven, her screaming easing down, but you still couldn’t look up, like a weight keeping your head down. A hand covered yours and squeezed it tight, pulling you out of your trance. Dustin was looking at you with his big eyes and you used your strength to nod, silently telling him ‘thank you’.

Both your heads turned back to Eleven who had now found Will at Castle Byers. The realization that at least Will was okay, allowed you to take a deep breath, blinking away the tears that had gathered underneath your eyes.

“You tell him… Tell him I’m coming. Mom is coming.” Joyce said to her and Eleven repeated the words. The static coming from the radio stopped for a moment when a single word came through.

“Hurry.” you gasped as you heard Will’s voice, weak and small, but it was his.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to- to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, honey.” Joyce was on the peak of tears after hearing her son’s voice.

You could hear Eleven reassuring Will when she suddenly stopped speaking, whimpers now only coming from the radio. El shot up from her lying position, breaking any connection with the Upside Down. She was crying but she was okay. Joyce took her in her arms and tried to calm her down.

The girl ended up cuddling in a blanket, sitting with the rest of the kids, while Hopper and Joyce started making plans, Jonathan helping them, when you realized that Nancy wasn’t in here with you, you silently made your way outside.

You found her outside the room, sitting on the ground and leaning her back on the wall, her knees brought up to her chest. She looked sad and lonely. You knew all you could offer her right now was just your presence. You couldn’t make her happy or less worried or angry at herself because you were in the same situation. You had both lost a friend, a best friend in Nancy’s case.

But the brunette didn’t care about words of empathy, she just didn’t want to be alone, so as soon as you sat beside her she hugged your form as tight as she could, praying that nothing else bad would happen to any of you.

Being in Nancy’s arms brought back all the emotions you felt when you heard the word ‘gone’ from Eleven’s mouth “I’m so sorry, Nance.” you fought back the tears in your eyes as you hugged her tighter.

“I’m sorry too.” her voice whispered in your ear.

You spent a good while just holding each other, your head ending up on her shoulder when Jonathan walked out of the gymnasium and spotted you. You watched as he made his way towards you and sat next to Nancy, the comfortable silence lasting for only a moment longer before Nancy spoke up.

“We have to go back to the station.”

“What?” you and Jonathan said in unison, your own head leaving the comfort of her shoulder as you sat up straight.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there. We can’t just sit here and let it get them too. We can’t.” you all knew she was right. Hopper and Joyce haven’t seen this thing and for all you could know more of these monsters could be down there. The least you could do was distract one of them, possibly, hopefully, even kill it.

“So, the plan’s still on?” you knew what the answer was going to be, but you had to make sure you were all on the same page.

“I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.” Nancy answered you.

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You left without saying a word to the kids. You knew if you had gone back to the gymnasium, they would have wanted to join your task and there was no way in hell you were even having that conversation. So, you didn’t say goodbye to Dustin, which meant you also couldn’t die during this madness of a plan, because you really couldn’t leave without telling him a final goodbye.

Your first stop was at the station, taking back the stuff Hopper had taken out of Jonathan’s car. Then you headed straight to his house. The first thing on the plan was to put back on the bulbs of the hundred little Christmas lights Joyce had put up. After that, you had to take care of the weapon equipment. Nancy had her gun with her, but unfortunately for you, the Byers didn’t have any other weapons inside the house, so you decided to use that and help Jonathan get creative with the baseball bat they had, putting nails all over it. For your protection, you had a couple of knives that you carried with you. Sure, they were small, but you had good aim.

You watched Jonathan carefully place the bear trap in the hallway, helping him when he needed it. The final step was to pour gasoline all over the hallway, stopping just at the living room’s entrance where you placed a chair and the yo-yo that was connected all the way to Will’s room. After all the preparations, the three of you gathered around in a circle, each of you holding a knife.

“Remember.”

“Straight into Will’s room. And-” Nancy said before Jonathan spoke again.

“Don’t step on the trap.” your friend’s eyes fell on you.

“Wait for the yo-yo to move.” you finished and held his gaze.

“Then…” he lights up his lighter for just a second, before bringing his focus back on the task at hand “All right. You ready?”

“Ready.” you and Nancy say, holding up your blades, a small hint of apprehension rising inside you.

“On three. One. Two… You don’t have to do this.” Jonathan must have noticed your shaking hand closing in on your free palm.

“Jonathan, stop talking.” Nancy told him.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to-”

“Three.” you said determined and you grazed your palm as much as you had to draw out blood, to draw the monster to you. Nancy and Jonathan followed along, and the room filled with your gasps of pain. You dropped the blade on the table next to you and rushed to grab the bandages, tightening them around your hand to stop the bleeding. Nancy came over to help you tighten the fabric around your hand, waiting for her own turn.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your thoughts were interrupted by a creaking sound.

“Did you hear that?” Nancy asked the three of you. She and Jonathan were sitting together on the couch as she was helping him with his cut. You were sitting on the opposite side of the room, playing with your blade after cleaning it, and calming yourself down before everything happened.

“It’s just the wind. Don’t worry.” he said to the both of you with a soft voice “My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?” Nancy questioned.

“Blink. Think of them as alarms.” he explained.

“Like when El uses her powers.” you thought out loud. Your eyes connected with Jonathan’s and his look made you stare back down on your hands. Mentioning Eleven’s name right now reminded you of everything you kept from them, from your friend who was so desperately trying to find his brother, oblivious to the fact that you knew the entire time. You felt guilty and embarrassed, but you swallowed down any unwanted feelings for now. The sudden knocking on the door certainly helped get your mind off of things as it startled all of you.

“Shit…” the curse left your lips while your heartbeat peaked up.

“Jonathan! Are you there, man? It’s… It’s Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!” Harrington’s voice was clearly heard through the door, only making you question whether it was true, or the gasoline had messed up with your head.

You turned to look at your friends, silently asking them what the hell are you gonna do now. His knocking wasn’t stopping, his voice was getting louder, and you couldn’t believe you were worrying about Steve’s well-being right now, but if you didn’t stop him right now there was a high chance your high school was going to have to find a new ‘King’.

So, Nancy quickly opened the door and tried to make him leave, keeping her answers short, which wasn’t making her dear Steve any less concerned. You and Jonathan kept quiet just waiting for this to be resolved, when Steve’s worried question made you pay more attention to the conversation happening by the door.

“Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?”

“Nothing. It- It was an accident.” Nancy tried to dismiss him, but he wasn’t bulging.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?”

“No.”

“Let me in.” Steve pushed past her and stopped in his tracks as you and Jonathan came into view, as well as the hundreds of lights and the weapons lying around. Yeah, it didn’t look good on any of you “What is…”

“Get out of here.” Jonathan tried to push him back out, but Steve was strong enough to hold his position.

“Whoa. What is all-” he pointed around, but you really didn’t have time for his questions.

“Get out, Harrington.” you pointed towards the door.

“Listen to me, I’m asking you. I’m telling you, get out of here!” Jonathan was still pushing him back, but still to no avail.

“What is that smell? Is that gasoline?” you and Jonathan continued your yelling, failing to make the famous jock leave, when Nancy’s voice grabbed your attention from behind.

“Steve, get out!” you turned around only to find the end of Nancy’s gun pointed to Steve. You took a step back letting her handle the situation.

“Wait, what? What is going on?” the guy looked startled as he watched the high school sweetheart with a gun.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.” Nancy told him.

You watched the scene unfold before you, Nancy starting her countdown when the flickering of light caught your attention, your eyes widening with realization.

“Guys.” you called out, slightly hitting Jonathan’s arm to get his attention, pointing up at the lights.

“Nancy.” he tells her, but she’s too focused to hear you.

“Wait. What- what is this?” Steve asked, terrified over what was happening before him.

“Nancy!” you screamed.

“Nancy, the lights!” Jonathan finally managed to get her attention “It’s here.”

“Wait, what’s here?” Steve said.

“Where is it?” Nancy completely forgot about Steve as she walked next to the two of you. Your backs faced each other, creating a circle so you could have a clear view of the room before you.

“Where is what? Whoa! Easy with these!” Steve exclaimed when he saw you use your weapons out for defense. He was watching everything happen before him and did not understand a thing. Why were you all here? Why were you all hurt? Why did you have weapons? And what were you looking for?

“Where is it?” Nancy asked again, getting impatient.

“I don’t know. I don’t see it.” Jonathan said.

While your eyes were moving everywhere at once, trying to find a glimpse of the monster and ignoring Steve’s cry for an explanation, you saw specks of dust falling in front of you, making you look up. Suddenly, with a loud thud, the creature appeared from the ceiling “There!” you pointed.

Nancy started firing at the creature but Jonathan was already grabbing her, yelling for all of you to start running. With quick breaths, you began walking backward following your friends, but Steve’s still body made you stop. You grabbed his hand, tagging him along with you. You both started running, quickly telling him to jump over the bear trap, only letting go of each other when you entered the room and Jonathan closed the door.

“Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?” Steve was panicking and yelling at the three of you, but right now it wasn’t the time to draw any more attention to you, so you collectively decided to tell him to ‘shut up’ while you waited to see what the monster was going to do.

You could hear shrieking from outside so you took your position with your blade out before the door next to Nancy and Jonathan, who had the lighter ready, waiting for the yo-yo to give him the signal to drop it. The plan was for the Demogorgon to trap itself in the bear trap and then light up the hallway, so it would burn up.

So, you stood there, hearing it walk around the house, panting as you prayed to hear the trap go off, but nothing was happening.

“What’s it doing?” Nancy asked you.

“I don’t know.” Jonathan answered.

The flickering lights returned to normal when you noticed that the house was now too quiet.

“Can you hear it?” your voice was small, dreading any type of answer you would receive.

Jonathan just muttered no. He put his lighter back in his pocket and carefully opened the door, each of you going out one by one. You looked around the house, expecting to find it hidden in a corner, ready to sneak up on you, but it was nowhere to be found.

You let yourself relax for a moment, your knees almost giving up as you crouched down in exhaustion. But, of course, you couldn’t even have a moment to yourself since Steve had started panicking again, yelling how this was all crazy. You stood up when you saw him grab the phone to call for help, but Nancy was quick to stop him, throwing it on the floor.

“What are you- What are you doing? Are you insane?”

“It’s going to come back. So, you need to leave. Right now.” she instructed him.

The guy was frozen for a moment, looking around the trashed living room and glancing at Jonathan and you for confirmation. It didn’t take long for him to understand how serious all of this was, scrambling to take his car keys out when he fled to the door.

A few moments after the door closed behind him, the lights started acting up again “Get ready.”

You held the same position as before, looking around the room to spot it. Nancy’s adrenaline was making her ramble about where the hell it was, while Jonathan’s impatience was getting the best of him as he was now ordering the creature to show itself. You just stayed silent, trying to realize where it was going to appear.

Suddenly the lights went out and a growl was heard from behind you.

“Jonathan!” Nancy screamed for the boy’s name as the Demogorgon attacked him, sending him to the floor, the bat falling from his grasp, leaving him helpless as the creature climbed on top of him.

“Nancy, shoot it!” you yelled, and she responded quickly, the sound of shots filling your ears.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

The Demogorgon rose from the ground, the bullets doing little to no damage as it began closing in on Nancy. You just watched in horror for just a moment, watched as Nancy continued firing at it, but when she ran out of bullets, you took it as your cue to help her out. You take a deep breath and aim the blade at it. Luckily for you, it successfully landed on its back, making it shriek in pain. Unluckily for you, it didn’t do enough damage to stop it from coming towards you.

It felt like time was moving in slow motion when the abandoned bat caught the corner. The adrenaline inside you told you, you could make it, you could grab it and beat the creature with it. But your fate was decided for you when it clawed the carpet from under your feet, sending you to the floor.

You thought this was it. You hopelessly laid on the floor watching the monster approach. Its petal-shaped mouth opening up, revealing hundreds of teeth ready to demolish you. Your eyes closed waiting for the impact, and it did come, it just wasn’t for you.

You opened your eyes to see none other than Steve Harrington swinging Jonathan’s bar effortlessly, avoiding any contact the Demogorgon tried to make and in return landing every swing he made. You watched him in awe, tears prickling in your eyes as the realization of not dying caught up to you.

Nancy was helping you get back on your feet when a snapping sound caught your attention.

“He’s in the trap! He’s stuck!” Steve yelled and Nancy screamed for Jonathan to do it now.

He goes over to the poured liquid on the carpet and drops his lighter, fire igniting in the hallway, the monster screeching in pain. The heat burned your face, so you shielded it with your arm. You saw Jonathan grab the fire extinguisher as he instructed you to get back before firing it.

After a few seconds, the fire was out, smoke filling your lungs and making you cough. As it cleared out, the four of you started walking forward to see the damage, Steve next to you still holding the bat ready to defend all of you. But you quickly realized that once again, it had disappeared.

“What…” you mumbled under your breath.

“Where did it go?” Nancy asked.

“No. It has to be dead. It has to be…” Jonathan was panting, frustration filling his entire body.

You put a comforting hand on his shoulder when you notice the Christmas lights before you light up one by one. In fear you all backed away slowly, nearing the end of the hallway when they stopped approaching you and started lighting up in the opposite direction. Steve, who was now shielding the rest of you with his body and the bat, began following after them, which made you all follow after him slowly.

The lights lead you back to the living room and you all look at them nearing the front door. Jonathan moves a bit ahead of the rest of you, muttering something before you all follow the lights outside of the house.

You stand on the porch watching the streetlamp flicker for just a moment, then return back to its normal state.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t think that’s the monster.” Jonathan simply answered as you all stood in silence catching your breath and hoping you did enough to help Joyce and Hopper out.

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katyspersonal · 2 months

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(Responding remaining asks for the ask post in a bundle)

Thank you 🥺 But hey, you only won't have more Soulsborne knowledge than me with THIS attitude!! You gotta believe in yourself! XD

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THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Also I feel like I know who you are XD

That guy, honestly.. I remember giving him some thoughts and analysis that I am still proud of even back in time before I was aware of finer details and translation errors. He felt like someone very real and full of nuances even in my "sounds like creep" era, and then first character I wrote a good analysis on! I take credit for popularising the knowledge about English localisation completely skewing him, because despite LP's document being in access for years nobody fished out THOSE details from it until me!! It took deliberate searching with the purpose of learning THE character!!!! 😎

I miss my more "unalloyed" version of Gehrman though, such a real cold dead-inside man, saved and adopted from abusive house but with the demons inside left forever, whose lack of empathy made him perfect hunter and whose sole true positive emotion in life was meeting Maria but then he took a massive L fsdhdsh I blame @fantomette22 for softening my general perception of him though by just standing there!!! You and your soft ass! GET OVER HERE-

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^ This one was sent during me typing this post! Thank you very much, this is a lot of praise.. т.т I am self-conscious about my art and feel like the only way to improve is to get a teacher, which can't be organised any time soon, but I am happy you enjoy it as it is still!

(and I am sure your personality is great as well <:3 )

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Which 'hot' takes? My takes at cooking that chicken @heraldofcrow JUST right? Well this makes sense I guess dfshhsd

fdjhshdsf okay seriously, thank you XD I am not good at dignified, intelligent way of describing my theories that sounds like telling a sad tale or a scary legend that I see some people do both in text and podcasts.. Hell, some of such posts sound like small fanfics! And I sure as hell don't want to accidentally slip into the unapproachable, humourless "let me educate you peasants" tone (it is hard to not even notice)! So the only option left for me as a wordy kind of loredigger was to unleash my inner clown!! I heard people say that adding jokes and cursed memes in the middle of sharing a theory is actually relaxing, so I am glad I am this way <:3

Also really not tryna become a "contrarian" kind of user, we do NOT have a shortage of blogs that throw a shade at the fandom trust me! But what do I do when I also have a lot to say... 🙄 Aren't we all just people who desperately try to not be Hunters until beasts come at OUR doorstep?

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This is what you see in a Petri dish you've put me in after 2 minutes:

Yes I know I used this image today already you just made it VERY hard to not do it again sdhhfsdsd Anyways, thank you!!

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Thank you! I hope you still like them!!

I'd actually say that anyone can make really unique headcanons and interpretations! My secret is actually to minimise exposure to the takes in the fandom until I've came up with my idea to offer! It helps me to jump into a metaphorical pillowfort with @val-of-the-north when a character or a question interests us and brainstorm the ideas; I do the suggestions, intuition, right questions and imagination part, whereas he does finding the most obscure gameplay consequences, finds obscure images from the furthest corners of the internet and remembers literally every detail that could help or debunk like a supercomputer! *sets the 'days since praising Val on public' counter back to 0 AGAIN fhsdhds*

THEN I hop on Tumblr and offer my idea and look what other people say (with rare exceptions about smaller things). Key word is, 'THEN'! I've met many people who were shocked when I informed them that what they assumed was canon in fact was just a popular fanon! Many people make the same mistake: they see many people doing [thing] and just assume it has to be legit then and never double check for selves! This ensures less variety of interpretations with all (designs, ships, story, portrayals and takes) which is a bit disheartening! Just remember to 1) look at the source material with clear eyes, only consulting wikis and reference videos, for example to know about questline or item you've missed 2) communicate with the fandom about a topic when you DO have your own idea already, this will me mutually enriching for both and 3) never simply take majority's word as canon! And then you will be like me! x)

You will ALSO be like me if you add Spongebob meme within a serious theory and organise dash wars with your mutuals but that's for another story fdshfhsd

#ask replies #shitposting #thank you guys ;-;

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neobubz · 2 years

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✖ Quiet Down EPILOGUE (M)✖

☆ well it’s finally done! thank you so much for everyone who has read this story and who has sent me messages, comments in regards to it. i hope you enjoyed the ride and I’m sorry this epilogue took so long to finish. once again thank you to everyone who has read this you guys mean the world to me! bye and i hope to see you in my other stories 💜☆

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9

Word Count: approx. 9.3k Warnings (based on each part): explicit language, sexual situations (skip over if you don't like it)

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But today is the day you’re going to talk her. If she wanted to spit at you, then so be it. If she wanted to snarl, so be it. All you want is just an minute of her time.

Looking at Sasha since your blow up with Charlotte you’ve felt this unbearable weight on your back. Sasha’s exhausted. On a few occasions she’s become short with you. Last Saturday when the two of you got together to go shopping you noticed how tense she was. Little did you know that Charlotte was in the mall with Richard — eyes dead set on the two of you, nose scrunched up with a look that would curdle milk on the spot. The fatigue Sasha showcased as she yanked you away gave you the nudge of courage you’re now trying to reassure yourself that you have. Because Sasha’s suffering has got to end, today!

So, as Charlotte starts to fill up her bottle you make a beeline straight for her. As you move forward like a woman on a mission you notice Sasha’s head springing up. Dread evident on her face. Just as you pass her, she slides away from her desk most likely getting prepared to intervene.

Blocking Charlotte’s escape you take a deep breath, “Charlotte,” you whisper just loud enough for her to hear.

Turning around she comes face to face with you. Her eyes go from startled to angry in a matter of seconds. Brows knitting together and the roll of her eyes so big they completely disappear for a second. Even after five months of not talking to each other, not sitting with each other, she is still clearly angry with you. And for what?! Trying to create some kind of relationship with someone…well two people. Your own blood starts to boil as one single thought comes to mind,

didn’t she miss me…at all?!

“Move.” She hisses.

“Not until you listen to me.”

“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. Now move!”

“Charlotte!” You shout her name louder than what you wanted. A few heads close by turning — bodies leaning in to hear your conversation.

Turning your back to the eavesdroppers you bring your voice down, “we need to talk. I’m tired of using Sasha as a homing pigeon. This isn’t fair to her. We need to work things out between us before we lose her as a friend. So please, can’t we just talk?”

“There is nothing to say.”

“What do you mean? There is so much to say! We haven’t talked in months!”

“You said everything you needed to say at the hotel.”

“No. That’s not true.” Shocked she crosses her arms waiting for the next blow you can give her but what you have up your sleeve was something you should have said while you were at the hotel.

“I’m sorry.”

Shoulders slumping forward you pray for the tears you felt coming along to stay away. “I never told you I’m sorry for all of those nasty things I said about you. I know your feelings for Haechan are just a silly crush. You have Richard and he’s amazing and treats you like the queen you are. I was just angry about what you said about me so I sunk to a place I never wanted to sink to. For that, I’m truly sorry, Charlotte. From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry.”

Staring at you with the same dark emotionless eyes she’s been giving you for the last five months you wait for her response. One minute passes. Two minutes. Three minutes. Your heart pounds in your ears as you wait for her to say something. To do something! But she just stares you down. Little by little your hope for reconciliation grows dimmer. This couldn’t be the end of your friendship. There had to be something you can do to mend what was broken.

Pushing past you Charlotte walks away. Your heart that was crumbling shatters into a million pieces. This was it. You just lost your best friend. The tears you managed to keep from falling threaten to paint your face in glistening streaks. Turning away from her you rush to the bathrooms.

How could she do that? You’ve known her for years and yet after one fight she turns her back on you! To your friendship! Rushing into the hallway to where the bathrooms are you bump into someone. Through glassy eyes you see Renjun’s face go from shock to worry. Quickly before he utters a single word you run into the bathroom; find a stall and lock yourself in.

Finally letting the tears you’ve been holding back for months cascade down onto your cheeks.

Things were officially over. Your friendship with Charlotte was over. What you had with Renjun and Haechan was over. Gripping your chest you recall the following day when you were packing up your belongings…

"Are you just going to walk away," Haechan follows you around the hotel room.

"Haechan, please," you let out a tired sigh.

For the past thirty minutes since you woke up he’s been trying to get you to change your mind. Telling you for the umpteenth time that Renjun is an idiot and he’ll soon come around to your side.

"No! I won’t lose you! I can’t lose you!" He wraps his arms around you tightly. "If he won’t be with you then I will! I will love you enough for the both of us."

"So you’re a hundred percent okay with me having feelings for someone else and thinking about someone else, longing for another person when I’m with you?"

His arms tighten around you. "No, I’m not okay with that. Not even in the slightest. I never wanted to share you with anyone. Frankly, I hate that I was to much of a coward to approach you sooner. But even if you still like Renjun right now I know overtime you’ll forget about him and you’ll be able to love us. Please, I promise I won’t give up on us at all. I won’t just walk away. Give me a chance, please…"

"Time isn’t the problem,’ grabbing his wrists you try to pry him off of you. He wasn’t backing down. ‘Haechan!"

"You don’t want to be with just me do you? You won’t even try to love just me, will you?"

"Just stop."

“No! I want to know why you can’t try to be in a relationship with me! Here I am,” he turns you around to face him. “I’m right in front of you, saying how much I love you.” His hands cup your cheeks. Eyes trembling with fear. Tears at the ready to fall onto his cheeks. Looking away from him you can feel your heart starting to break.

“Look at me!” He draws your attention back to him. “I love you so fucking much! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be with you! How all I want to do is to make you the happiest woman in the world. So, why can’t it just be me? Why does it have to be Renjun as well? If he doesn’t want to love you then I will!”

“He does love me that’s the problem.”

“And you love him...”

“And I love you too,” feeling a massive weight being lifted off your chest you revel in the feeling of finally telling Haechan how you felt.

It’s true. You love him. You know you do. Every time your eyes meet you don’t want to look away. Every time he touches you, your skin burns with desire. And when he was inside you, that was the glue that sealed your souls together. You love Haechan, honestly and truly, but you also love Renjun…

Placing his forehead down to yours you wrap him in a warm embrace. His hands rest on your hips, gripping tightly. His body trembling in your hold. “I don’t want to be without you! I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. You can’t leave me…” he whispers softly the sound of a sniff drawing your attention.

“You know I don’t want this. I want all of us to be together like how it was here these past four days. But,” you pull back from him far enough to look at his face. “All of us need to think long and hard about this. Renjun was right, Haechan. This isn’t something you jump into. We each need to make sure that we’re doing this for the right reasons and are ready, willing, and able to deal with any blow up because of this.”

“If we don’t walk out of here hand in hand then I don’t want a relationship! I know what I want. I want you!”

Pulling away from him you see the dark determination in his eyes. His furrowed brows, tight lips that disappear. Heavy breathing from what you can only assume is anger, anxiety, but most of all resolve.

He’s dead serious.

“Haechan, I…” shaking your head he turns from you.

“Goodbye.”

“Haechan!”

Ripping open the door, it slams against the wall. Not bothering to look back despite your cries for him to stay, Haechan dashes to the stairwell and disappears before your eyes.

He wasn’t joking when he said goodbye. Time and time again after you went back to work you tried to talk to him. Sending message after message. Slipping notes onto his desk as you passed by him but to no avail.

And Renjun, more tears spring to your eyes. After some time he was willing to talk to you, to smile, to greet you, but you were the one giving him the cold shoulder. Feeling a secret resentment towards him for ruining everything that you had going with both he and Haechan. It was a childish resentment which you’ve managed to all but distinguish — still a spark flickers whenever you think about what could have been, but will never be.

Renjun was right. The type of relationship you craved would be something you’d need to keep secret. No one could know. All the giggling you would normally do with Sasha and Charlotte about the sweet gestures, romantic evenings — talking about how amazing the sex is, would never happen. Because what you wanted is not something everyone can handle.

If word got out in the office, hell, when word got out in the office, it might just jeopardize everything you’ve worked hard to achieve. Co-workers looking at you differently, whispering under their breaths. It was bad enough with your past relationships — especially when you were being cheated on.

The amount of times you heard co-workers saying how stupid and blind you were, had you crying night after night. If they knew you were in a relationship with not one but two men — those two being best friends, your co-workers, and Haechan and Renjun, the whispering would not only happen it would quadruple in size.

Wiping your eyes you sit and wait till you’ve calmed down. It was your own fault. Entertaining Haechan on the bus was a dumb idea. Letting him seduce you in the bathroom even worse, but what you did with Renjun — sweet Renjun who loves you so much, that was truly wicked. You fucked with your own heart and the hearts of two men because you wanted to have fun.

“Some fun,” you laugh pathetically as another tear slides down your cheek.

Coming out of the bathroom, after dabbing your face gently with a wet paper towel — reducing as much redness as possible, you see Haechan walking towards the office. His hair getting longer these days. Dark locks swaying gently as he carries a box of files in his arms.

“H-Hae…Chan…” you whisper softly but he doesn’t hear you.

Shaking your head you gather up the little dignity you have and walk into the office a few steps behind him. Not wanting anyone to get any ideas, but especially Renjun who you can already feel is watching your movements. Heading straight for your desk you see a sticky note stuck to your laptop screen.

‘After work, Neo Lounge.’ -C

Doing a double, triple, quadruple take you look up to see her hard at work. Glancing down to where Sasha is, she gives you a thumbs up. Another wave of tears threatens you but the soaring feeling of your heart pushes that feeling aside.

“Hey!” Mia claps her hand onto your shoulder starling you.

“Oh, hi,” you lean into her touch.

Since the company trip Mia has now entered your small little friendship circle, along with Jeno and Jaemin. Aside from Sasha they were the ones who would greet you everyday and ask how you were doing. Well, Renjun attempted but…

“Can you do me a solid? I need you to go to the copy room for me,” she sighs holding up a few sheets of paper. “I have to head down and talk to the people below us about a missing file.”

“Yeah, sure. How many copies?”

“Twenty for each. Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

“No problem, remember to give them hell.”

Showing you her bicep she giggles and takes her leave. Sifting through the papers you see the flyer for the next company trip. Your heart starts beating faster. This time the trip was to go up to a ski resort in the snowy mountains just after the Christmas holidays. The company trip right after Christmas holiday are nothing like the summer trips. There are no games, no competition, it was all about relaxing and having a good time. A few years back everyone went to an ice hotel which was pretty nice if you didn’t mind freezing your ass off — this ski trip however, seems a million times better.

Snuggling up by a fire. Drinking hot chocolate. Snowball fights, building snow men, snuggling in nice cozy beds with thick blankets. Yeah, this was going to be an amazing trip.

Heading for the copy room you spot Jeno, Jaemin, and Haechan talking amongst each other. Keeping your head down you try to make yourself invisible but Jaemin calls out your name making you spring up like a Jack-in-the-box. The moment your name comes from his lips is the moment Haechan turns back.

Meeting his gaze your heart sinks when you see the sneer and eye roll. Taking his leave just as you approach them you watch him head back to his desk.

“Damn, at least he could do is try to be nice to you. It’s been five months.” Jeno shakes his head.

“Are you okay, with everything?” Jaemin eyes you closely.

“It is what it is. I tried talking to him but he doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I get that he’s pissed that you didn’t want to date him but after that morning with the three of you —”

“Jeno!” Jaemin stops him. “Don’t talk about it.”

“Oh, s-sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or make you feel bad or —”

Putting a hand over Jeno’s mouth Jaemin smiles his charming handsome smile at you. “Where are you headed off to?”

“Copy room,” you hold up the papers. “Also, you didn’t hear it from me and I will deny everything but…” you show them the flyer for the company trip.

“Eh?! Really?!” Jaemin snatches the paper eyes scanning over the details.

“Thank God!” Jeno reads along with his friend. “That ice hotel was cool but only for a couple of hours. I was almost going to bail after the first night.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“He ended up fucking the boss’ old secretary.” Jaemin hands you back the paper.

“Chris-Christine?!” You ask quietly. “No way!!!”

Jaemin rolls his eyes his happy mood dissipating. “Yeah I had to bunk with Haechan. Fuck! Wait! We’re going to have to figure out who will be with Haechan and Renjun, won’t we?”

“Let them stay with each other. They’ve been fighting long enough. They need to grow the fuck up.”

Shocked you look out to where both Haechan and Renjun are seated in the office. “Fighting?!”

“Yeah. Renjun and Haechan have been in a stale mate for the past two months. They aren’t talking to each other, hanging out with each other and if one of them is around us the other won’t come near.”

“What are they fighting about?”

“You.” Jeno sits down at his desk. “Do us all a favor and kick their asses so they’ll at least stop tugging us back and forth, okay?”

Staring between Jeno and Jaemin your heart starts to sink even lower. Why exactly were Haechan and Renjun fighting and why was this the first time you’ve heard about it. Granted you were still getting used to hanging around Jeno and Jaemin and they didn’t owe you an explanation or information regarding their friends but still, if Haechan and Renjun are fighting and it’s because of you, you have a right to know.

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Standing in the elevator you get out your phone ready to send your roommate a quick text. Tonight is movie night and though you were ready to watch a horror flick, the meeting with Charlotte is top priority. Just as you were starting to type out the message, the doors started to close shut when they spring open. Glancing up you see Renjun huffing as he enters.

Both of you shocked to see each other, you duck your head low and shimmy to the far corner opposite of him. The doors start to close again when someone shouted to hold the elevator. As luck would have it, or more like bad luck, Haechan rushes inside.

He pauses for a second as if his mind is reeling over whether or not he wants to bail now or suffer.

He’s chosen to suffer…

The elevator is dead silent. The only sound you can hear is the beating of your own heart. Lungs trying desperately to fill your body with air. Suffocating by the heavy atmosphere. Wanting to apologize to Renjun. Wanting to ask Haechan why he’s been ignoring you, you open your mouth but it closes soon after. There’s no point. They’ve made their peace.

The elevator reaches the ground floor and dings as the door opens. Simultaneously Renjun and Haechan glance over their shoulders, eyes casted down and say, ‘good work.’

Leaving in opposite directions you gasp for air that you weren’t getting the ride down. Making up your mind you were going to figure out how to abolish this awkwardness and resentment between the three of you, as soon as you fix things with Charlotte.

Driving over to Neo Lounge, a small bar and grill where Sasha, Charlotte and yourself frequented plenty after work on Friday’s — memories of the past start flooding back. The first time Charlotte brought you here a waitress spilled all of your drinks on you, chilling you to the bone.

Another occasion when Richard proposed to Charlotte on a Saturday night where he rented the place out for just close family and friends, disguising the proposal as a congratulations to your team — which Charlotte was a huge asset to, for landing a big client.

Sasha getting drunk on Karaoke Friday’s and doing a damn good rendition of Kelis’ Milkshake, that had everyone cheering for more to which she followed up with Lipgloss by Lil Mama — she was on fire that night!

Pulling up to the bar, you shoot your roommate the text that you never sent and shortly after you get a sad reply.

What about the movie? Don’t worry it’s still on! Pizza and some beers, okay? Yes please!!!! Love ya! Have fun and I hope you fix things with Charlotte. Love you too

Peeking inside through the front windows you see Charlotte waiting at the bar, a drink already in front of her. Telling the hostess your meeting someone who is already at the bar she escorts you.

“Took you long enough,” she mumbles. “Didn’t think you’d show.”

“And miss the opportunity to grovel at your feet, never!”

“Hi, Miss.” The bartender leans on the counter in front of you. “What can I get you?”

“A Sprite please.”

“Coming right up,” he winks before leaving.

“I think he likes you.”

“No, thank you. I’m swearing off the relationship thing for a while.”

“Yeah, I heard what happened from Sasha. For what it’s worth I’m truly sorry. I know you liked both of them a lot.”

“It is what it is. Stupid idea anyway.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. I know I blew up about you wanting to date both Haechan and Renjun but there’s a reason. I don’t want you to get hurt at all. I know how much you loved Nicholas so I just didn’t want you to get hurt again. Renjun just seemed like the better choice. I thought for sure you would choose him and only him, not Haechan the office flirt.

“I thought you were out of your mind. Bat shit crazy! But Sasha has talked my ear off about how you felt about them and why. I’ve also noticed how Renjun looks at you. He looks devastated all the time and Haechan, he’s not his normal self. I can’t possibly fathom what happened between you guys but I’m sorry. I never wanted you to be miserable. I never wanted anyone to be left heart broken. I just didn’t want you to get yourself into another relationship that would make you depressed like Nicholas did.”

“Why didn’t you say that from the beginning? I would have listened to you and heard you out. You’re my best friend Charlotte!”

“I’m sorry. I was just…I don’t know maybe I was jealous that you were getting attention from Haechan. I mean here I’ve been for years thirsting over him like a hoe and you waltz in with your fine ass self and snatch him. Then again, here I am a married woman so all those thirty thoughts were just that thoughts. You aren’t tied down and you can live and be with whomever you want to be with. In a way I was and wanted to live vicariously through you,” she lets out a pathetic laugh.

“Do you really want to know what it was like?” You lean into her nudging her with your shoulder.

Smirking she sips her drink, “more than anything!”

“He’s a beast! Completely insatiable! Doesn’t mind going down on a woman either. I mean seriously I’ve never come so many times in my life. It’s like he couldn’t get enough, or more that he didn’t want to get enough.”

“And the dick,” she leans into you intrigued.

Licking your lips you lean to her ear smirking. “Best I’ve ever had.” You give her just enough but keep all the details for yourself.

“What about Renjun. How was he?”

The bartender places your drink in front of you with a napkin that clearly has his name and number on it. Winking he goes to his next customer.

“Damn, looks like Mr. Bartender isn’t giving up on you yet.”

“He should quit while he’s ahead.” Putting the napkin in your pocket you get back to your conversation. “Renjun…” you sigh like a lovesick school girl. “He was so attentive. Asking if I was okay, if he was hurting me, even asking if I was sure that this is what I wanted. There was so much love with Renjun. I mean don’t get me wrong, when he was close to coming he got crazier which I loved, but he was more love making — Haechan, fucking.”

“No wonder you wanted both. If only there was a perfect guy for all of us. One who knows how to fuck the shit out of us when we want it and can instantly make us feel like a delicate princess the next.”

“If only…”

“So what happened between the three of you. Sasha didn’t elaborate for obvious reasons. But, since we’re talking now I think it’s best to ask you.”

“On the last night we talked about the situation. Haechan was already good to go. He told me that he’s wanted to be with me for years. Even said if he has to share me with Renjun he doesn’t care as long as he can still be with me. Charlotte, he seemed so desperate and I felt terrible. I didn’t want Haechan to do anything that he didn’t really want to do.

“Plus, Renjun was bringing up excellent points. Our jobs, family, friends, society, and even jealousy. I couldn’t help but side with him and want to take things slow. They started to fight with each other and it was like I was seeing two beasts chomping at the bit to get to me. Renjun suddenly shouts ‘who’s it gonna be, me or him?’ and I lost it. I just told them we needed to give this a break for now and come back later after some time had passed and our minds were clearer.”

“Wait, I knew Haechan was developing feelings I didn’t know he already had them!!” She shakes her head. “Why the hell did he wait this long?”

“Well, I did kind of go from boyfriend to boyfriend.”

“So, the three of you are?”

“Keeping our distance as I’m sure you can tell.”

“I think the whole office can feel the iciness between the three of you.”

“It’s for the best I guess. Some things aren’t meant to work out.”

“And the guys are okay with this?”

“Renjun tries to talk to me every blue moon. I admit I’ve been a real bitch to him. I was angry for a while because I thought if only he just went along with it things would be different. If only he took that chance and didn’t overthink things we’d be getting our brains fucked out,” you snort before taking a long swig of your soda to cool you off. “I need to apologize to him for my behavior. It’s not his fault and I’m glad he stood up for himself and his principles.”

“And Haechan?”

“Ignoring me like I’ve never even existed in the first place. He took it extremely hard and personal. I’ve tried to speak to him in the hall. Tried to call him, text him. Hell, I was thinking of finding a pigeon to deliver a message to him.” Charlotte starts laughing before slapping her hand on your back.

“Should get a boom box and serenade him outside of his window.”

“This isn’t a cheesy 80’s movie Charlotte…” you grimace at the idea.

“So he’s completely given up on you?”

“I don’t know. If only I could talk to him and hear what he has to say I’d be better equipped to answer but at this point I don’t know if he’s pissed and blowing off steam or if he’s completely done with me.” Tears start to spring to your eyes as memories of Haechan’s face resurface.

The coldness of his eyes when you tried to talk to him a week after you came back from the trip. How he brushed past you almost knocking you down and not even caring to see if you were okay. How he leaves whenever you come within a small distance of him. Every gesture makes your heart crumble little by little.

“Babe,” Charlotte wraps you in a tight hug. “Don’t cry. He’s an ass, okay? We’ve always thought so.”

“He’s an ass who got his heart broken by me.”

“Yeah and he’ll get over you. As soon as he finds another woman to get under. Trust me...”

Completely done with the conversation you just nod in agreement. The truth is that you didn’t want to think about Haechan or Renjun with someone else. Not yet, at least.

“Well let’s get off this dreary topic. I haven’t seen you in forever! What are you up to? What’s going on with your roommate, your family, life!”

“Well, let’s just say my roommate found someone new,” you giggle.

“Eh?! A new girlfriend?!”

“Yep!”

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Driving back home the smile on your face doesn’t leave no matter how hard you try. Finally! After five months of not talking to Charlotte, of letting her cool down, and both of you realizing how much your friendship truly means to one another your back to being friends. Even making plans to go to Sasha’s house for a sleepover next weekend.

Squealing with glee you slide into the pizza shop parking lot you’ve been frequenting lately and place your order. Also sending a quick message to your roommate.

Will be home in about twenty minutes! Pick out a good movie, okay? Will do! Anything in particular? Scary!!!! You hate scary movies lol I’m feeling like a little slumber party tonight! We have lots to talk about. Also, Charlotte wishes you well! Shit. Forgot about Charlotte. Hope everything went well. We’ll talk all about it when I get home. Looks like I’ll be back sooner than I thought. Paul’s waving me inside. Got to go! See you soon! Drive safely.

“Two large pizzas with all the fixings,” Paul hands you the pizza as you walk into the door. “Another movie night?”

“You know us well, Paul.”

“Well it’s my job to know our customers, especially when a customer comes in with their hunger depraved roomie and orders half the menu.”

“Yeah thanks for that ‘discount.’ I think I would have gone broke if it weren’t for you.”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his neck. “I was hoping if you don’t mind, maybe we can hang out? Not like a date or anything but like a friendship. Not that I don’t want to date you. I mean I don’t but I mean you’re beautiful it’s just I’m into guys so…wait…shit… I mean is that, okay? I hope you don’t mind. I’d understand if you do mind but I hope you don’t. Fuck, what am I even saying? What I mean is —”

“I’ll text you one day after work this coming week and we can schedule a time. I’d love to hang out with you!”

“R-Really?!”

“Of course!”

Exchanging numbers with Paul you wave goodbye and head home. Feeling a sense that good things were starting to rain down on you, the smile that was plastered on your face from when you hung out with Charlotte is now back after talking to Paul.

He seems like a nice guy. New to town, he just moved from the countryside to the city a month ago. His grandfather running the pizzeria you now declare you’re a devoted patron of.

Pulling up into the driveway the porch light is on waiting your arrival. Taking a second to look over your new home. For the past month you have called this little house your home. Saving up over the years really paid off. Of course with the help of your roommate to pick up the slack on the bills you’re now able to callyourselves homeowners.

Turning off your car, you grab your purse, work bag, and the pizzas. Your stomach grumbling like crazy. Springing for the door you knock with your elbow hoping your roomie doesn’t have their music playing to loud, but when the door opens and you’re yanked forward you let out both a squeal of surprise and happiness. Taking the pizzas from you and setting them on a small table where you’ve designated for your shoes, bags, and other small belongings — you’re freed of your possessions and pressed against the wall.

“Took you long enough,” your roommate whispers against your neck.

“Miss me?”

“All day,” they start smothering your neck in kisses.

Wrapping your arms around their waist you give into the familiar feeling. Smooth soft lips kissing a line from your neck to your jaw and finally to your lips. Tender and sweet you give into the sensuous rhythm of their kiss. Hands gripping onto your waist tightly. Lips smacking against each other’s you feel their nails digging into your skin.

Wanting the kiss to continue you’re left disappointed when they pull away from you. Their short black hair getting a bit longer these days, you giggle at their glasses that have become lopsided.

“I guess you did miss me,” you fix them.

“Of course I did! I always do!”

“Are the two of you finished making out? I’m starving over here!”

“Coming Haechan!”

Taking your hand into his, Renjun laces your fingers together — not forgetting to grab the pizzas.

“So, what are we watching tonight?” You plop down on the couch.

“We thought we’d watch Thirteen Ghosts.”

“That’s not scary!”

“It’s scary enough!” Haechan sticks his tongue out. “Coke or Sprite?”

“Coke.”

“Salad this time or not?” Renjun asks.

“I want to eat my weight in pizza so ace the salad.”

“I wonder exactly how much pizza someone has to eat in order to eat their weight in it,” Haechan sits next to you after placing your drinks down on the coffee table.

Moving next to him, you lay your head on his shoulder. His arm falling naturally at your waist. “A shit ton. Definitely not worth the money you’d have to pay out for it.”

“Would you do it if someone paid for the pizza?”

“Would you?!”

“Yep,” he laughs.

“Don’t make me sick.”

“What?! You wouldn’t like me anymore if I got fat?”

“I’ll love you the same even if you got as big as an elephant! What I’m saying is that you’d be puking your guts out after the sixth slice. No way you could eat your weight in it. Plus, you know I hate the smell of puke, the sound of puking, and the mere thought of it.”

“My fragile princess,” he kisses the top of your head. “What are you going to do when you get morning sickness.”

“Hell with morning sickness I’ll adopt!”

“And deny me a child of my own flesh and blood?! You cruel woman!”

“Eh?!” You spring up eyes bulging out of your head. “What kind of lunacy are you spewing out?”

“He saw a family taking a walk today when we got home. So he’s in his, ‘I want a son or daughter’ mood right now. Don’t worry it’ll blow over. Always does,” Renjun brings over a plate with a couple slices of pizza on it. “But it is a nice thought.”

“What’s a nice thought? Being a parent? Of course it is. To hear someone calling you mommy or daddy. Their laughs, the tiny little shoes. Their tiny little hands, and how their butt can fit in the palm of your hand!” The room goes silent as both eye you strangely. “What?! That’s what my mom said about me when I was a baby.”

Haechan snorts taking a slice of pizza. “That your butt was so small it fit in the palm of her hand?”

“Yep! She said I had a cute butt!”

“Still do,” Renjun kisses your cheek.

“Dude, ew, I’m eating.”

“Like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

“Might have been thinking it but I still respect the sanctity of food!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Renjun rolls his eyes. “Would be nice though, to be a parent. Especially if a certain someone was the mother.”

“I thought Haechan was the only one with baby fever.”

“He was staring down the family more than me. I could see the cogs in his head turning. I can imagine what was going on in his head. Him fucking the shit out of you every day all day. Even at work,” Haechan snickers. “Back to the bathroom you go!” He starts cracking up. “Just praying one of those times he’d knock you up.”

Renjun shoves another slice of pizza into Haechan’s mouth. “And we’re done talking! I wasn’t thinking that intently. It was more like, it would be nice to be a parent with the person I love.”

“Lucky girl.” You smirk.

Leaning into you Renjun kisses you gently. “No,” he pulls back gazing into your eyes. “Lucky man…”

“For fucks sake…should I leave and give you two the room?”

“Why? I’m sure you’d just join in anyway.” Renjun settles back down next to you.

Smirking Haechan wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you to him. Almost knocking the pizza out of your hands and onto your skirt. “Holy shit! Dude! We’d probably have to go through paternity tests! Okay new deal! When we’re trying to have kids only one person can fuck her without a condom. The other must use protection!”

“ENOUGH!!!” You snatch the remote and start the movie. “No more baby talk. Neither of you are going to be a dad any time soon. And I’m certainly not going to be a mother any time soon. So chill!”

“You have to admit that his idea is a good one.”

“Yes, I get it, Renjun.”

“Are you that against having kids with us?”

“No I’m not against it. It’s far too early to even think about that stuff. We did just get back together and we’re still trying to figure everything out. Not to mention no one knows we’re together! I had to lie to Charlotte, Jeno, and Jaemin about us!”

It’s true. For the past month you’ve pretended to still be heartbroken about the fling breaking up between yourself, Haechan and Renjun.

While working the three of you ignore each other, barely make eye contact, and certainly avoid conversation — fearing people would start rumors about you and one of the guys or both of them. Today, when Haechan walked away from you the hurt in his eyes and the sting of pain in your heart was real.

Wanting to only hold each other, kiss each other — to act like a normal couple in front of everyone is not a luxury you can afford. When Renjun passed you in the hall the shock in his eyes was real. Many times you’ve had to give him ‘the look’ so he wouldn’t forget the deal.

After your little cry fest over thinking your friendship with Charlotte was dead and gone you found several messages from both Renjun and Haechan. Apparently Renjun informing him that he had seen you upset.

The elevator behavior is one that was new today. Trying mostly to leave at separate times. About five to ten minutes apart each you’ve avoided being caught in the elevator with each other. Doing your best to keep up your charade for the cameras in the elevator was the hardest thing to do. Memories of Renjun and Haechan kissing you and promising to fuck you resurfaced so fast you could barely breathe.

Thankfully both of the guys sought you out after four months of not speaking to you, but in the beginning things were very bad…

When you left the hotel on Monday morning. Renjun was nowhere to be found until you got on the bus and saw him sitting with Jaemin. As you made your way back to where everyone was sitting he ducked his head low turning away from you.

Your heart sank. Just the day before you were kissing and about to fool around in the woods and by the next morning he was avoiding you like you were some kind of plague.

Haechan was no different. Headphones plugged into his ears, tipping the visor part of his baseball hat down when for a split second your eyes met. Jeno who was sitting next to him gave you a look of sympathy. Obviously both Jeno and Jaemin understanding that something big went down. To this very day you don’t know how much they know but they still haven’t lost the look of pity in their eyes when they look at you.

Regretting immediately that you didn’t take Sasha up on her offer to hitch a ride back with her, you made your way to the back seat sitting alone curled up in a ball. Charlotte sitting with Mia and chatting away as if they’ve been besties this entire time.

The months after were no different. Haechan ignored you no matter how many times you tried to reach out to him. Even when you cornered him one day in the elevator going as far as pressing the button to stop the elevator — you tried to get him to talk, but he refused to give you the time of day.

Note after note, phone call after phone call, text after text — trying to reach him to let him know you still cared and didn’t want whatever relationship that sparked between the two of you to fade away, you were ignored. By the second month you gave up and accepted your fate. Haechan no longer cared and certainly didn’t want to have anything more to do with you.

But, there was a silver lining. During the third month Renjun started to look at you. He would smile and greet you politely like he would anyone at the office. Passing each other in the hall he would try to stop you to talk, but you were furious with him. Because as much as you were trying to talk to Haechan you were trying to talk to him too, but even Renjun ignored you.

And now suddenly he wanted to talk to you? Suddenly he would give you the time of day? If he was planning to speak to you again he should have just said to give him some time, but no! He ignored you just the same as Haechan did. So, you gave him a taste of his own medicine — though every time a little piece of your heart broke.

What you didn’t know was at the end of the third month Haechan and Renjun got together for a ‘talk.’ Shortly after, you received a note from both of them telling you to stay after work and meet them by your car in the parking garage.

Thirty minutes after the work day ended and everyone left to go home you entered the parking garage to find both Haechan and Renjun waiting for you. And that’s when they hit you with something you weren’t expecting…

“We miss you…”

Scoffing you stared dumbfounded. They missed you? Like hell they did! Why would someone who misses you treat you like shit?! Why would they act like children around you after everything you did with them?! There was no way in hell you were going to let them back in.

Haechan was the one who started off the confessional.

“I know I was a dick! A mega ultra dick, but I was pissed! I told you I wanted to be with you. I confessed that I’ve loved you for a long time and yet you didn’t even want to try dating just me! I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, but you just pushed me away!”

“That’s because Renjun was right, Haechan. We shouldn’t rush into anything. That’s what I was trying to say that night outside. I wasn’t saying no! I wasn’t saying never! I was just agreeing that maybe we should get to know each other as friends!”

“We’ve worked together for years! Not to mention what happened on that trip exceeded anything I would ever do with a friend. Why couldn’t you just be with me?”

“I want to know the same,” Renjun chimes in. “You said no to the idea of being with us individually, why?”

Already feeling a migraine coming on you walk up to your car to discard your belongings. “Look, I know it might be hard to understand but I don’t want to be with just one of you. I want to be with both of you or no one. I loved being with both of you. I love spending time with both of you — individually and together, I love it both. That’s why. I have strong feels for both of you. I would only long for the other if I chose just one person and that isn’t fair to either of you.

“What Renjun was saying wasn’t no to the idea either Haechan. He was just saying ‘not now.’ It was rude of myself and you to give him a deadline to catch feelings and make a decision like that. And for that,” you face Renjun and now your head. “I’m sorry, Renjun.”

Shocked Renjun stares between you and Haechan. Eyes trembling. Lip snagged by his top teeth. As if he wanted to say something but the moment he looked down you knew that’s wasn’t going to happen.

“So you were willing to overlook what happened between us?”

“How can I overlook that?! Haechan we fooled around on the bus with our co-workers just a few feet away. In the bathroom! You brought Renjun into that one too, and then up in our room! I can’t just forget all of that!”

“What Haechan is trying to say is that he’s sorry,” Renjun says coming forward. “We’re sorry. I should have made myself clearer from the very beginning. I knew what I was getting myself into when I joined the two of you in the bathroom. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to say no to you when it was just the two of us,” Renjun moves in front of you.

“When we were taking our hike and overlooking the clearing I knew exactly what I wanted then. I wanted to be with you more than anything in the world.”

“Please, give us a second chance,” Haechan takes your hands into his. “We talked it over between us. Time and time again and we both reached the same conclusion…”

“We can’t lose you…”

Snuggling up to Haechan you reach your arm out gesturing for Renjun to lean into you. Taking the hint he wraps his arm around your waist laying his head on your shoulder.

“While I’m not prepared to be a mom at all,” you bring up the topic you expelled. “I do think if I were to be a mom I’d be happy with both of you as the children’s fathers.”

“Really?” Renjun looks up at you eyes sparkling.

“Of course,” you place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“I mean, we could always get some practice in for this baby making thing, what do you think, Renjun?” Haechan shifts making both you and Renjun sit up.

Getting the hint Renjun wraps his arms around your waist laying his head on your shoulder from behind. “Practice does make perfect.”

Trembling you try to move away from Renjun but he keeps a firm hold on you. “Practice?! Wh-What?! Look we’re talking years from now! Years! There’s no reason to start now!”

Pausing the movie Haechan taps the remote under his chin. “It’s been far too long since we’ve gotten to taste her, hasn’t it?”

“Five months to be exact,” Renjun’s hands start traveling down to your thighs, your body already coming alive. “It’s long overdue.”

“Long overdue?! You’re both nuts!” Haechan tries to shut you up by placing gentle kisses onto your cheeks and nose. “We agreed that we would take things slow.” You whimper when Renjun’s hands graze over your breasts. “Plus, I’m still hungry and we barely made a dent into the movie.”

“We’re hungry too,” Haechan kisses you gently. Every fiber in your body coming alive.

They are both right, it’s been over five months since you last had the pleasure of being plowed by them. But this is what you all agreed to. To start things out slow and build a strong foundation first and then start a more physical relationship.

Kissing down along your neck, Haechan glances up at you. “You have a choice, couch or bedroom.”

“I choose watching the movie and eating pizza.”

“Couch it is,” Renjun chuckles behind you.

“No, pizza and a movie it is. We promised we’d take things slow you guys.”

Renjun’s delicate soft fingers guide your head to look back towards him. “We’ll take things very slow if you want,” he places a gentle kiss on your lips.”

“Ren…jun…” your mind starts to drift far away from you.

“We’ve been struggling this entire time,” he whispers against your lips. “We don’t know how much longer we can last. It was stupid to make that kind of deal. All we’ve wanted to do since the moment we’ve moved in together is taste you...”

“And fuck you…” Haechan slides his hands down your thighs.

“Wh-Why didn’t you tell me? We said we’d be honest.”

Moving you back with him, Renjun rests his back against the arm rest. Your body laying on top of his between his legs. Taking off his shirt, Haechan unzips the side of your skirt and with your help, no longer able to deny the pulsing of your core you allow him to take off your skirt.

“Someone seems more willing to participate,” Renjun starts unbuttoning your shirt.

“How can she say no to us?” Haechan stares down at you as your breasts though still covered by your bra are revealed to him. “Man I’ve missed seeing your body.”

“What’s the game plan here? Who gets to be inside her first?” Renjun asks.

“What the hell?! You’ve corrupted my sweet Renjun!” You glare at Haechan a small pout on your face.

“I haven’t done a thing,” Haechan holds up his hands a twinkle in his eyes. “Mans been horny as fuck lately. I can’t blame him,” he leans into you taking hold of one of your breasts. A moan escapes you causing Haechan’s eyes to grow dark with lust. “Living under this roof with you is both a blessing and a curse.”

“Why a curse?” You whisper eyes closing as you let both men take you to the heaven only they can create.

“All we want is to touch you,” Renjun kisses your neck his hands gripping your waist. “And taste you,” his tongue grazes your neck before nipping a rather sensitive spot that has you jerking up to Haechan’s palm that is still massaging your breast.

“But most of all,” Renjun’s hands leave your waist and move to your inner thighs. “We want to be buried deep inside you,” he slides a hand between your legs making you moan loudly.

“Fuck, dude we can’t do this here,” Haechan growls. “Let’s take her back to the bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

Laying next to Renjun, his eyes closed shut, his breathing slow and steady you reach over smoothing down a bit of hair that is sticking up. The moment your hand touches him, he moves closer to you. Arm wrapping around your body, holding you tightly.

“So cute,” you whisper.

Walking back into the room Haechan sees Renjun sound asleep next to you. “Wow, he’s out quicker than I thought,” Haechan hands you a plate with two slices of pizza he went and warmed up for you.

Taking his spot next to you with a plate of his own you both chow down savoring the delicious saltiness of your favorite pizza.

“He did get off like three times,” you giggle.

“We need to help build up his stamina.”

“That could be a lot of fun.”

“Who’s the corrupted one now?”

“Still you Haechan. But you are rubbing off on us.” A comfortable quiet surrounds the two of you as you eat your food.

Last month you were alone in your shared apartment with your roommate Jen. Her new girlfriend taking up most of her time. The movie nights you used to have where you would pig out on your favorite foods was no longer a thing for the two of you since she found Emma. While happy for her, you wished every night for someone to call your own. For someone you can hold and snuggle with. Little did you know you’d be blessed with two people.

“Haechan,” you call to him as you finish your last slice of pizza.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for our last moments in the hotel. I should have been clearer. I just want you to know that everything you said I understood and heard you. Nothing went unnoticed.”

Wrapping his hand around your neck he pulls your face to him. Lips moving across yours so lightly it starts to make you giggle. Smiling himself he kissing you gently. Taking your very breath away Haechan shows you the sweeter, gentler side of himself.

“Thank you for telling me, but I shouldn’t have left you there. The whole way down the stairs a voice in the back of my mind was yelling to go back, but I didn’t listen to it. And the four months without you killed me. Every text you sent, all the notes, the messages, I listened and read everything. I kept kicking myself in the ass for not running back to you but I couldn’t push away my pride. All those years wanting you finally came true during those four days and it was the best four days of my life. But then it was gone. And I was part to blame for it.

“I’m sorry I was so stubborn. I promise, I’ll listen to what you have to say from now on and try my best to understand you.”

Again, Haechan kisses you gently. Lips moving seamlessly over your own, the two of you move lower onto the bed. Lips not separating for a second.

“I love you, Haechan.” You whisper against his lips.

“I love you too,” crashing his lips onto yours you’re almost pulled out of Renjun’s embrace, but when you feel a tug pulling you back you start moving away from Haechan.

“What about me?” Renjun asks sleepily. “Do you love me?”

Growling lowly, Haechan tries to keep you in his arms. “No she hates you. Should have heard all the shit she said about you while you were asleep.”

Smacking Haechan’s bare chest he winces giving you a deep pout. “Stop being an instigator. And of course I love you, Renjun.”

Smiling he yanks you back to him snuggling you tightly. “Good, because I’m in love with you.”

“Really?! In love with her?!” Haechan growls moving closer to the two of you. “And stop hogging her!”

“What? To scared to admit you’re in love with her?”

“No! I’ve been in love with her longer than you have! So I win!”

“You can’t call a win if you never said it to her!”

“I have! Tell him!”

Once again Haechan and Renjun start to argue. Making yourself as comfortable as can, you settle down between the two men you’re absolutely irrevocably insanely in love with. A small smirk coming to your face as your eyes grow heavy.

Though you would have liked a few aspects of your relationship to go differently you’re glad you listened to your heart, mind, Charlotte and your libido because they led you to these two amazing men.

“Come on! Tell him!” Haechan whines burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“QUIET DOWN! I’m trying to get some sleep.”

“But! But!”

“Haechan!!!!”

“Fine, but I said it first,” he places small kisses against your skin.

“Still won,” Renjun mutters behind you.

“GOOD NIGHT!” You shout so they’d get the hint.

“Good night,” the whisper snuggling up to you.

“I love you both.”

“We love you too.”

Yeah these are the two men who’ve stolen your heart, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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darkstar225 · 1 year

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Twice's 10th member is dating ITZY's Yeji

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but the end of the semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend AlexHarris661 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I really like your book and want to request where y/n is dating yeji from itzy and they saw how playful y/n is towards yeji (since y/n is just like a kid) and the j-line gave her tips how to play with you, maknae line gave tips how to make you happy and 3mix gave tips how to get you to sleep when y/n don't want to and they saw yeji taking care of y/n. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the bustling city of Seoul, a unique love story unfolded between Y/N, the adorable and playful youngest member of TWICE, and Yeji, the charismatic and talented member of ITZY. Their relationship was a delightful mix of fun and affection, which brought joy not only to themselves but also to those around them. One sunny afternoon, as the maknae and Yeji were strolling hand in hand through a lively park, they bumped into the members of TWICE and ITZY. Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement, and she rushed over to greet her friends, who were more like family.

Y/N - Momo unnie, Sana unnie, Mina unnie! I've missed you all so much!

Momo - Honey, you're always like a little sister to us. It's good to see you!

Sana - Yeah, and you're dating our Yeji now, right? That's so cute!

Y/N - Yes, we are. She's the best! *blushing*

Mina - Well, we can see that you two get along well. But you know, sometimes you need to add a little more spice to your playfulness. Let us show you how!

The J-line members shared some tips on how to be even more playful and mischievous, creating fun and unforgettable moments for both their kiddo and Yeji.

Meanwhile, the maknae line of TWICE, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu, were observing from a distance. They adored the younger girl for her childlike innocence and knew just the right way to make her happy.

Chaeyoung - Dahyun, look at them. Our sunshine seems so carefree with Yeji.

Dahyun - We should help Yeji know how to bring out the brightest smiles from our bro. She deserves all the happiness in the world.

Tzuyu - I'll help too. Y/N is like our little sister, and Yeji is so special to her. We should support them both.

The maknae line came together and shared their secrets with Yeji on how to make their dongsang feel loved, cherished, and delighted. They knew that their heartfelt advice would strengthen the bond between the couple.

Later that day, the couple found themselves in the company of Jihyo, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon. These three members, affectionately known as the 3mix or moms of the group, they were likewise guardians to the younger members.

Nayeon - Baby, Yeji, we're glad to see you two together. It's wonderful that you have each other's backs.

Jihyo - That's right. Angel, you're like our baby sister, and we want to make sure Yeji takes good care of you.

Jeongyeon - And sometimes, our baby sister has trouble falling asleep. Isn't that right?

Y/N - Yeah, sometimes my mind is too active, and I can't sleep. *rubbing her neck*

Yeji - Is there anything I can do to help?

The 3mix members chuckled, exchanging knowing glances.

Nayeon - We've dealt with this before. We'll share some tips on how to lull our child to sleep.

As the sun began to set, TWICE and ITZY spent the rest of the day together, sharing laughter and creating unforgettable memories. Yeji, armed with advice from the J-line, maknae line, and 3mix, effortlessly played with Y/N, made her happy, and even managed to lull her to sleep later that night when her mind was buzzing with excitement.

As weeks turned into months, their relationship grew stronger, and their love blossomed like a beautiful flower. TWICE and ITZY members often came together to spend time as one big family, knowing that they were always welcome in each other's arms. In time, Y/N's playful spirit rubbed off on Yeji, and she, too, began to let her guard down and embrace the fun-loving side of life. Their love was built on understanding, respect, and the freedom to be themselves entirely.

The playful heart of the maknae and the tender care of Yeji proved to be a perfect match. Their journey together was filled with joy, laughter, and love, and it inspired everyone around them to cherish the beautiful moments life had to offer. And so, the playful hearts of TWICE and ITZY continued to dance and sing, brightening the lives of those they touched with their love and laughter. They were proof that sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of playfulness and affection to make the world a happier and more loving place. With this, both groups looked at each other as they thought:

We are proud of our dear family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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komoreibi · 2 years

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Can you do some fluff long distance headcanons with ran, rindou and kazutora pretty please?👉👈

sure!! i hope they’re alright, i feel a bit eh. about these hcs ngl ;w;

note: they are from different timelines as requested after chatting with requester~ // gn!reader

．・LDR with kazutora, ran, and rindou (hcs)

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hanemiya kazutora (post bloody halloween timeline)

kazutora is kind of used to talking to people long distance - he’s been in juvie twice where he was only allowed the occasional visit and basically lived off of letters from his closest friends

so when you told him that you were moving away and how anxious you were about your relationship, he was a sad that he wouldn’t be able to see you everyday, but he was also quick to reassure you that things would be fine

“you know, now we both have smartphones, so i’ll send you messages everyday. it’ll be like we’re right next to each other all the time.”

tora would probably buy you two matching keychains for your phones, like... a cute tiger thing but in slightly different colours for the two of you.

“so you’ll think of me everyday.”

“kazutora... you know i would already...”

but once in a while, he does also send a handwritten letter to you with a polaroid to keep!

he gives small presents, but they’re always well thought of and full of love <3

the best was a handkerchief which he sprayed with his cologne.

generally, he’s probably the calmest if he were put in an ldr situation ><

and when you two finally get to meet again, he would be running over and hugging you real real tight~

haitani rindou (tenjiku)

side note but i ALWAYS want to make rindou look good because 2nd best bf in tenjiku but ANYWAYS

rindou is a man that loves you very very much and he wants that to be known, even if you’re miles apart.

and it’s also partly because he can’t stand being away from you for so long :(

since we’re talking tenjiku, i do believe smartphones weren’t that big yet so... he also has to write letters and EMAILS OMGGGG EMAILS

he’ll attach photos and videos of what he’s doing throughout the day

and the thing he looks forward to the most every week is getting to read your letters or emails!!

he has a box where he stores all your letters and sometimes on days he really misses you, he’ll open them up and start reading them all over again…

umm assuming you two shared an apartment before you moved away, he would always hug your pillow at night to sleep :,(

he got used to cuddling you to sleep and now you’re not there so :((( it feels empty…

obvs hes not gonna tell u tho

thank GOD ran lives with him

rin is Down Bad i tell u

last thing omg.

rindou once sent you a CD in the mail and it was all just your favourite songs and remixes he made to suit your preferences

and at the end was an original song he wrote for you??!?!?!

you can practically hear his voice cracking nervously and him clearing his throat, but it’s so endearing you absolutely love it.

and at the end is “i love you. we’ll see each other soon.”

haitani ran (bonten)

i have a hc that ran is a bit of a bad texter

like. u know people who read ur message on the lockscreen and think of a reply, so they thought they replied but actually they didn’t?

yeah that’s ran

HOWEVER !

he changes a little when you move and you two can’t see each other so often.

mainly because he’s itching to text you all the time

will randomly send “this reminded me of you” pictures and it’s some weird ass meme that rindou sent to him but also some are those like

“this could be us but you’re halfway across the world :(” memes

he also likes to send voice messages telling you he loves you <3

hitn ran asmr pls

and on that note

nsfw just for ran below the cut <3 (minors do not read pls!)

some of the audio he sends is him moaning ur name while jerking off like my GUY CALM DOWN IT IS 2 IN THE AFTERNOON FOR U!!!

ran also sends dick pics or like a picture of him grabbing his bulge through his pants and it’s always captioned something

“fuck i miss you so much”

also sometimes sends a video of him jerking off to you and a message after like “a little gift for you <3”

he’s so horny someone stop him

at this point you’ve received more porn attachments from him than non-porn attachments.

ran also likes mailing you stuff (read lingerie) and asks you to send pictures of you wearing it.

cue another picture of his hard-on

honestly he thinks this is really fun and makes finally being able to meet you again all the better with all the pent up tension <3

#kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora #haitani ran #haitani ran x reader #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #gn!reader #tokyo revengers smut #haitani ran smut #rei.writes

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gadriezmannsgirl · 8 months

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So im the anon who asked when you'll publish again cuz I missed it and I just wanna say sorry im so late but i jus saw ur post. BESTIE i dont even know where to begin. so first im gonna say i just read the new fermin fic and it was INCREDIBLE. SO CUTE. AND I LOVED IT. second, i want to give you my complete understanding. of course im not a writer but it takes very little empathy to understand why a lack of engagement would make you demotivated to write. im so sorry and im sure others here too that we dont give u the appreciation u deserve. for me personally, its the fact that im afraid to come off on anon and comment with my account, but i realize even i can give feedback through anon. whenever you are ready to come back, even sporadically, i will talk to u more here because u deserve to hear what we think of the fics u so cutely write for us to enjoy. let me just tell you for now that i have never found someone that does non smut in such a mature way. i cant even explain what i am thinking so bare with me i hope you get this. often i just want to read reality and what a real relationship with these boys are like. that's the stuff that makes me kick my feet and giggle fr. but you are one of the only ones that can do that in a way which is perfectly descriptive and realistic. your fic with Gavi for the fight after he waves a sandwich in your face??? BBG. i cant believe i never told u how much i loved that detail. of course it was a shit thing for his character to do but that is the kind of stuff that realistically happens in a relationship fight and leads to a silent treatment and argument -> discussion -> solution like in ur fic. i was reading it with my mouth covered like damn she got it JUST RIGHT. i legit read ur fics over and over they are so SO good and SO well crafted. i really feel like i am in these stories. and i know it wasn't your intent so please dont feel bad for your well deserved post to my anon note, but i feel so embarrassed that i never gave u the credit u deserve. please dont look at this anon and let it pressure u into writing again because that is nowhere near my intention. i just want to say take your time, relax and also GET READY. cz im gonna talk to u more and more like i should and all ur followers should. te queremos!!!!!!!!!!! i even learned some slang from ur culture clash fics

Hello dear anon! I hope you're doing great! :) First of all, I'm truly glad you liked the fermín fic and thank you for taking your time to write this lovely message, it means a lot💖

Thank you for also understanding my point of view, I don't really want to come off as rude or ungrateful, that's not my intention and it will never be. It's just really hard to come, write for hours, wanting to do something enjoyable for others and not get any feedback (I know it is not mandatory but it would be very nice for me and I can take constructive criticism to improve in new writings), but it's also something that it's going to the point where I reblog any ask game or tell you guys that I'm bored and wanna chat with any of you and only two or three asks pop up in my inbox (And I don't even know if those two-three asks are from the same person😭🤷🏻‍♀️) however when I post that my requests are open, I can assure you that my inbox can be 0 but once I come back +20 asks are in there and it makes me kinda feel like I'm just here to write. write. write. write and write😭

I also understand you, if I wasn't a writer here I would also go to my favorite writers inbox and tell them my thoughts as anon but like you said you're writing on anon, which means I don't know your account (or anyone who writes on anon) you could be also commenting on my post/reblogging/etc and I wouldn't even know it's you! Either way I respect that🙏🏻and I appreciate the fact you'll be on my inbox more often either if it's to rant about your day, talk about a fic or anything, even if I'm not as active with writing as I used to be, you can still sent me an ask and I will gladly answer you!🌻✨

I try my best to do the fics as realistic as possible, obviously I don't know the guys (sadly😭) but I try my best to imagine how they can be outside the pitch and insert that into a real life couple with ups and downs but gurrrllll you even made me go back and read the sandwich fic 😂lol. Anywho, I'm really glad you like my fics and go back to read them again when I'm away for a bit. Slang🇻🇪 is very chevere, hopefully I get to do once again Latina!reader😌 Once again thank you for your message and once more I don't want to be rude or ungrateful. 💜 yu guys too, hope you're having a great day/evening/night!

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Love's thorny grip - Chapter 7

Incredible banner by @ladycheesington <3 I adore it so much. She's so incredibly talented. Go follow her! I wonder what he's thinking...

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, romance, falling in love, soft yandere Levi, plot development, fluff, rough Levi, oral (fem reviewing), slight public oral sex.

Concept: You confront the traders of the country and enforce fairer laws for workers and pay. You go with Kuchel to a shop where she surprises you with a dress for your engagement party. You and Levi enjoy yourselves at the party and let people know when the wedding will be. Ji-Woo confronts you and Levi before being sent away. Levi and you go to a balcony alone where he has you as his meal.

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The room was full of shouting men with you sat at the head of it all. Your father gazed at you with a concerned but caring look. You smiled softly back at him before continuing your paperwork as the men settled down. Luna poured you a cup of tea and smiled at you. You winked at her and sipped your tea.

Your mother, Tia, pushed over more papers to you. “I think these will help.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks, mum. This is perfect.”

Tia placed her hand on yours. “I am so proud of you. We all are.”

“Thank you. I just hope these lot won’t drag their heels.” You nibbled your lip. “I want to do this without Levi’s help. I don’t want to pull the Prince card or the engagement one. I’m going to be the princess and then Queen. I have to do this on my own.”

“We’re right with you.”

You sat up straight and looked out at the arguing men. “Gentlemen, I suggest you quiet down or you’ll miss what I’m talking about. I refuse to raise my voice. So, you either hear this or not.” You shifted your papers. “I’m applying new trading laws that will change a lot o things for you all.”

Harold smiled with pride as you started talking about the law changes. One by one the room went quiet as you spoke. Some started protesting, but you never paused and never stopped for them. You maintained your power and authority by continuing to talk about the changes.

You pushed a paper to Luna. “Those who disagree with fairer trading, increased wages, health and safety regulations, mandatory breaks and a set amount of holidays for workers to be increased. Those who agree…” you slid another paper to your mother “sign this one. I need you to write out your full name and the company you represent.”

One glared at you as Luna waited for him to sign. “What happens to us who disagree?”

You smiled at him. “If you’re worried about being hurt, you are misled in your thinking. No harm will come to you. Trust me.” You glanced over at your father. “I was raised by two wonderful parents in trading, so I respect the process, the laws and the difficulties.”

Luna handed you the list. “Here you are, my lady.”

You blushed and took the paper. “Thank you.”

Your mother presented you with the other, which thankfully had more names on it. “Looking good, my little bird.”

You felt your heart flutter at doing so well. “Thank you.” You checked both papers and nodded. “Perfect. Now, Luna? Could you take this paper and lead all these gentlemen into the assigned room we have for them?”

Luna bowed. “Of course, my lady.”

You handed Tia the other. “Mother? Could you take these to the room we discussed for them? I will be with you all in a moment.” You waited for the room to clear before releasing a long shaky sigh. You placed your hand on your chest. “Fuck, calm down. You’re okay, everything is okay.” You got up and went to Luna’s room of guys to see them terrified as Levi held back his rage. You walked over to your lover and rubbed his chest. “Breathe.”

Levi sighed. “Sorry, it’s just these men rejected your ideas and it’s pissed me off. Did a lot say yes?”

You nodded. “Yes. My mother has taken them to Erwin for further talks and to enjoy the treats we got them.”

He kissed your neck. “Good. Now, may I talk to these men?”

You smirked at him. “Let me break the news, okay? Then you can do your whole thing.”

He hugged you from behind as soon as you turned around. He nuzzled your back and whined at you. “Fine.”

You smiled at the room of men as Levi held you. “Gentlemen. I know you’re all thinking this is the good room, but you’re wrong. I’m here to inform you that your businesses have been removed from your care.”

You felt amazing that you had so much more power compared to normal. Levi was giving you opportunities, loving you and cheering you on. You felt like you could make a difference. You couldn’t help but smile at how angry these men were. You knew it was going to take a while for people to adjust to the fact that you were going to marry Levi and be a ruler. You knew very well it could put your parents at risk as well, but you wanted to do better and be better for this country.

You patted Levi’s arm. “Your turn.”

Levi released you and let out a long sigh. “Gentlemen, let’s talk.” He pushed you along. “Go with Luna and have a cup of tea.”

You pouted. “But I want to do this with you.”

“Love, I am going to do something very naughty. So, please don’t be here when I do.”

You kissed him. “See you soon.” You walked to the door and paused. “Try not to get too much blood on everything!” You smirked at how terrified people looked. “Come on, Luna.”

Luna left with you. “Do you really think he’ll beat them?”

You shrugged. “Possibly. I mean, he’s very protective of me.”

“So, is there anywhere special you wish to go?”

You nodded as you walked through the halls. “I need to talk to Kuchel. I think she’s in the grand hall planning the engagement ball.”

Luna clapped her hands. “I’m so excited! I can’t wait to celebrate it with you and everyone. You and his highness are perfect for each other.”

You blushed a little in thought. “I suppose we are.” You fiddled with your dress. “There’s a lot of love between me and him.”

Luna hugged your arm. “I can’t wait for the wedding day.”

You smiled softly as you thought about saying I do to Levi. “I can’t wait either.”

Luna opened the double doors. “Lady Kuchel? I have a guest for you.”

Kuchel waved at you. “Hello, future daughter-in-law!” She ran over to you and gave you a big hug. “How did your meeting go?”

You hummed. “Good, but your son is having his time with them.”

She giggled. “I’ve got a feeling there’s going to be some very terrified men.”

“You’re right about that.” You walked with her around the hall and gazed at the decorations up already. “This looks beautiful. I’m looking forward to the event. You’ve done a perfect job.”

Kuchel grinned as she felt proud of her work. “Thank you, dear.” She clasped her hands together in excitement. “I have somewhere to take you.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded and led you to the door. “Yes. It involves us going into the city to see a friend of mine.”

You smiled a little. “Sure. Let’s head out, but I need to let Levi know so he doesn’t panic.”

Luna bowed. “I will do that, my lady.”

You gazed at Luna. “Oh, thank you so much.”

“I’m offering because you know what his highness is like. He will either demand to go with you, or hold onto you and not let you leave.”

You giggled at the thought. “You’re right. I’ll see you soon.”

Kuchel guided you outside to the carriage waiting. She told the driver where to go before helping you inside. “I’m so excited to show you this.”

“What do you have planned?”

She blushed a little. “Just something small to show you how much I love you. You’re becoming part of my family. You mean a lot to me.”

You blushed as well. “I love you too. You’re like a second mother to me.”

Kuchel hugged you. “We’re going to be a perfect family.” She pulled back as she fiddled with her dress as nerves seeped in. “I can’t wait to be a grandmother. I know you are Levi are waiting. Levi has told me that’s your plan, but I just can’t wait.”

You hummed a laugh. “Well, we’re both still young, so we want to give it a bit of time. I know Levi wants many babies, but we’re giving it plenty of time.”

“That’s so cute.” She gasped. “Are you both having a honeymoon?”

You blushed in thought. “I don’t know. I don’t even think Levi knows what one is. So, if you mention it to him he’ll want it.”

“Oh, highly likely.” She opened the carriage door and slipped out. “Come, my sweet.”

You joined her and walked into a shop. “What do you have planned?”

She grinned. “Something important for you.” She waved to the shop owner. “Hello, my dear. Here she is!”

The owner held your hands. “Welcome, my lady. You are a vision. You’ll be a perfect Queen.” She winked at you. “I have a gift for you. I made it under Lady Kuchel’s orders.”

You walked with the woman. “That’s so kind of you, both of you.”

Kuchel giggled. “It’s going to be perfect!”

The woman released your hands before approaching a red curtain. She grinned at you. “Ready?”

You shrugged a little. “I guess, yeah?”

She yanked back the curtain to reveal a black lace dress that was off the shoulders with long sleeves and looked magical. “What do you think? I made the skirt part big, but not too much. You’ll look stunning when you twirl in it.”

You welled up. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, both of you.”

“I need to see you in it, just in case I have to make alterations.”

You nodded and walked to the changing area. “Of course.” You removed your dress and stepped into your new one. “This is the perfect engagement dress. I’ll match Levi.”

Kuchel smiled. “You will! You’ll look so cute together.” She gasped in delight when she saw you in the dress. “So beautiful.”

You welled up a little. “This is an incredible engagement gift. Thank you.”

“You deserve it all, my dear.”

The designer pushed you along. “Go see.”

You walked over to the mirror and gazed at yourself. Your cheeks burned at how the dress hugged you. It looked like the whole thing had been painted on your skin. “This is incredible. Thank you so much.” You welled up. “Sorry, I’m all emotional, but it truly is beautiful. I’ve never had a dress this stunning before.”

Kuchel wiped your tears away. “You deserve it all.”

You sniffed a little. “Levi says the same thing. Now I know where he gets it from.”

“He is a bit like me.” She winked at you. “He’ll love this.”

You adjusted the top part of your dress and smiled in pride. “What do you think, Luna?”

Luna welled up. “You look like a Queen.”

You bowed to her. “Thank you.”

She held your hand and walked with you out of the room. “Let’s take you to the Prince.”

You smiled as you walked with Luna to Levi’s office. You opened the door as Levi paced a bit while he shifted his papers. You admired his black suit with a royal cape, along with his medals pinned to his blazer. “Levi?”

Levi looked over at you to show his hair was slicked back. His cheeks burned as he took you in. He tossed his papers on his desk before he approached you. “You are a goddess.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you. You look like a King.” You gazed at his small and simple crown. “I love your Prince crown.”

“Thank you.” He took it off and placed it on your head. “You wear it better.”

You gasped and grabbed the crown. “I shouldn’t wear this. This is yours.”

“Well, I’m Prince and I can do what I want.”

You placed it onto his head making him blush. “I know, but I want you to wear this crown for now.” You pulled back and smiled. “I will get mine when we marry.”

He wrapped his gloved hand around your neck and tugged you close making you gasp. He slipped his hand over your waist as his eyes traced over your features. He leaned closer and kissed you. “You are so beautiful and perfect. I want you to be my wife so badly.”

You gripped his waist a little. “I want to marry you too, but we have to do this whole engagement celebration.”

He let out a long sigh. “You’re right.” He kissed you before releasing you. “We have a party to go to.”

You hugged Levi’s arm and walked with him. “Levi?”

He looked down at you. “Yes?”

You gazed up at him. “I love you.”

He blushed at your words. “I love you too.” He stopped in the hall and kissed you. “I love you so much.”

You kissed him and moaned against his lips. “Levi, we have a party to go to.”

He moaned. “Boo.”

You let him go and walked to the grand doors. “Stop pouting. You get to show me off as yours.” You showed him your engagement ring. “Remember?”

He growled and yanked you close. “You’re right.” He pushed the double doors open. He smiled with pride when you were both announced to a round of applause. “You know, I’m happy to have a ball. I’ve never been one for parties and events, but this is my chance to show you off. I get to tell people that you are mine and mine alone.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re right.”

Levi growled a little. “Tch, that shit.”

You frowned a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Lord William Rider is here. I fired him from parliament due to his old-fashioned views.” Levi gritted his teeth. “I don’t know why he is here. I did not invite him.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “Just ignore him, okay?”

He let out a long sigh. “Fine, fine.”

You grabbed two drinks and handed one to Levi. “Focus on your speech, okay?”

He downed his drink and huffed. “Yeah.”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “Take your time, my love.”

He purred at you. “You have the best kisses.”

“Thank you.” You linked your arms around his neck and let out a long sigh. “Marriage, huh?”

Levi wrapped an arm around you. “Yeah, me and you becoming husband and wife. Do you want to take my name?”

You nodded. “Mrs Ackerman. Princess Ackerman.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Queen Ackerman.”

You hummed a laugh. “I need my King though.”

“I’m your King, now and forever.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “So divine.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you.”

He led you to the thrones and climbed up onto the platform with you. He turned to the room and held his head high. “Ladies and gentlemen! I brought you all here today to announce my engagement to this wonderful creature here.” He gazed at you as he said your name “is the most beautiful, smart, kind, caring and sweet woman I know. I am truly a better man and a leader because of her. The changes I have made to this country to make us better was all inspired by her. We are to marry first before I take my title of King.”

You leaned over and kissed Levi’s cheek making him blush. “I’m honoured to marry you.”

Levi smiled softly. “The wedding will be in one week. I’ve already set plans in motion.”

You blushed hard. “Really?”

Levi nodded. “Yeah, surprise.”

“It’s lovely. I can’t wait.”

Levi rubbed your cheek affectionately. “I can’t wait either. I just want us to be together.”

Your father climbed up next to Levi and placed his hand on his shoulder. He smiled softly at Levi before raising his glass to the room. “Three cheers for the engaged couple!” He cheered with everyone before turning to Levi. “I, and many, underestimated you but you truly are a great prince and will be a wonderful King.”

“Thief!” The crowd parted as Ji-Woo gracefully walked forwards with his long royal robes dragging on the floor. “You are a thief, Prince Levi.”

Levi pushed you behind him. “Please, enlighten me Prince Ji-Woo on what I have stolen.”

He pointed to you. “She was promised to me.”

“There was a potential marriage between you two. You went on a few dates together, but your marriage offer was rejected.”

Ji-Woo moved closer. “She rejected me because you stalked her and manipulated her views and desires. She was perfect for me. We were a dream couple, but you ripped that away.”

Levi held his head high. “You pushed her away. You took her to your ship and tried to sleep with her while distracting her with talks. You lied to her. You led her on. You made her think she was safe with you, but instead, you were just like every other man out there.” Levi clenched his fist as he fought his rage. “You wanted to curb her intellect. You wanted her to just give you babies and that’s it. You wanted to reduce this wonderful incredible woman into this breeding doll. You’re the reason she rejected you.”

Ji-Woo clenched his jaw as he felt humiliated by Levi. He had never felt this way before. He had always been handed everything. He was treated as a god by his people and a perfect son by his father. He had every woman in his land want him, yet you didn’t.

Ji-Woo glared at you and shouted your name. “How dare you humiliate me like this!? You are of low birth! You are scum! You are nothing compared to the other women who’ve asked to marry me! You should be begging me to marry you!”

You walked forwards and saw him blushing hard when he saw you in your dress. “If I’m so below you, then drop this all and walk away. You clearly deserve someone of higher standing than me.” You bowed deeply to him. “I am sorry that you were humiliated. I thought we cut this tie we have, but it seems I did not do a good enough job. Please forgive me.”

Ji-Woo stared at you for a while before grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. He glared down at you as soon as your chest bumped his. “I don’t know what you are, but you do things to me. I want to move on, but I cannot.”

You looked behind him over his shoulder. “Levi? Put your sword away. I don’t want blood to be spilt here.”

Ji-Woo slowly looked down to see Levi’s sword at his neck. He gulped hard and felt a shiver of fear run through him. He slowly turned his head to see a psychotic look in Levi’s eyes. He looked back at you as his eyes widened. He watched you place your hand on Levi’s before smiling softly. Ji-Woo felt this magnetic pull towards you that Levi had felt in the moment he pinned you against the wall the first night you met. He felt this obsession seeping into his very being.

You pulled Levi’s arm and carefully removed the sword from Ji-Woo’s neck. “Calm, my love.”

Levi shook a little as the rage bubbled inside him. “But.”

“Calm.”

Levi put his sword back on his hip before walking away from Ji-Woo with you. He stopped a moment and turned to the Prince. “Find another person to marry. You lost this one.” He released you and walked up to Ji-Woo. He lowered his voice so no one could hear. “If you come after her, I won’t hesitate in ending your life. I have done a lot of things to men who have wanted her. A high-status title will not stop me.”

Ji-Woo gritted his teeth. “I will come back and I will be stronger next time to face a beast like you.”

Levi raised his head high and his voice. “Thank you, Prince Ji-Woo for gracing my country with your presence. I do hope you enjoyed your stay here. I am sorry you are leaving without a bride, but I am sure there will be another out there for you.” Levi turned and walked up to you. “Do you want to dance?”

You nodded as a sparkle filled your eyes. “Yes, please! I want to dance.”

Levi kissed the back of your hand before leading you to the dancefloor. He held you close as you both slowly drifted together along to the soothing music. “Forgive me for what happened earlier.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry. You did what you felt was right at the time. Instinct told you to attack because he grabbed me. I am thankful to you. You were quick to defend my honour. I’m touched by it. However, you have to be careful. You can’t just go around doing things due to your emotions pushing you. I know you feel very strongly about me and I know what you’ve done before, but he is different.”

Levi felt a prick of jealousy. “Tch, do you care for him?”

“No, I don’t.” You let out a long sigh. “I’m simply warning you. He is a Prince of a large land. If you two start a fight over me, you could end up with a war on your hands. No one wins in war, Levi and the people who suffer most are the people. War ravages lands and rebuilding takes years upon years to make it better. It’ll be a gaping wound on this land and your people will not forgive you.” You stopped dancing. “I love you with all my heart and soul, and I know very well you love me with everything you have. We must be careful.”

He lowered his head. “I understand.”

You smiled and cupped his face. “You are cute when you acted like a told-off puppy.” You hummed a laugh before kissing him. “I love you deeply. I’m just worried about you. Can’t I worry about my sweet fiancé? I want to keep you for life.”

Levi smiled at your words when he pushed aside his deep possessive feelings and looked at the reality of the situation. “You’re right. We have to be careful with Ji-Woo. No wars.”

You took Levi’s hands and kissed them. “Thank you.” You released a relieved sigh. “Well, I’m going to sit down and eat something. Once I have, I will get some fresh air.”

Levi hummed a little. “I love you.”

“Love you too. I always have and always will.”

Levi let your hands go and watched you walk off to the dinner table to chat with friends. He smiled a little before turning to his friends. “Erwin? Mike? I want a close eye kept on that prince. I recognised a look in his eyes as one I’ve had. He will come back for her at some point. I want his monitored.”

Mike smirked. “On it. I’ll put my best spy on him. We’ll watch him leave.”

Erwin sighed. “I will communicate with his father the emperor and mention in our monthly letters that you and engaged. The Emperor pushes for peace. If your engagement is clear in the Emperor’s mind, then he will enforce that fact with Ji-Woo.”

Levi turned to his friends. “thank you, both of you. I know you are doing this because she will be your Queen.”

Mike shook his head. “We do this because you’re both our friends. This guy threatens your bond.”

Erwin hummed in thought. “We’re dedicated to you both because we care about you. Your titles are not involved in this, only your bond with us. We’ll help you both in whatever way we can.”

Levi bowed to the two of them. “Thank you.” He sighed. “Now, I will try and enjoy my evening with my fiancée.” Levi ran up to you from behind and grabbed you making you giggle. “Mine.”

You turned in his arms and smiled. “Do you want something to eat?”

“I do.”

You rubbed his back. “Well, there’s a lot to eat.”

He growled at you. “Nothing here I want.”

You frowned. “Well, we can go to the kitchen.”

He leaned closer and softly kissed your neck. “Can we go somewhere? I want to be alone with you for a moment.”

You nodded and held his hand. “Sure.” You pulled him out of the hall, upstairs and then out onto a private balcony. “Is here okay?”

Levi looked out at the view of the palace gardens. “Hmm…perfect. We’re alone.”

You leaned your arms on the balcony and looked out at the garden. “It’s pretty.” You gazed up at the stars. “So many stars.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “So beautiful.” He kissed and nipped your exposed neck. “You should be made illegal.”

You moaned at your lover’s wandering hands. “I was talking about the stars.”

“I was talking about you.”

You looked back at Levi. “Thought you were hungry?”

“I am.”

You frowned as Levi dropped to the floor before lifting your dress and getting under. “Wait, what are you doing?” You gasped as he moved your legs apart and sat on the floor with his back to the balcony and his face against your pelvis. “Le-Levi?”

He slowly slipped your bloomers down and spoke against you. “May I?”

You whined a little as you looked around. “Y-Yes.”

Levi slipped your bloomers down and helped you carefully step out of them. He shoved them into his inside pocket before shifting your legs open. “You’re dripping, my love.”

You blushed hard as you gripped the banister. “You’re lucky the bottom of my dress is so big.”

Levi’s gloved hands gripped your asscheeks. “You’re so beautiful. I wish I could see more under here.” He raised his head and kissed your clit before speaking against it. “Such a delicious treat for me.”

You leaned your head back and moaned as Levi took your clit into his mouth and sucked softly. You shivered and moved your hips a little as Levi’s tongue massaged your clit. You panted and mewled in delight as he explored your clit. You gazed up at the stars and felt the heat of pleasure consume you as the cold night hair caressed your exposed skin. You gripped the banister as your legs started to shake a little. You whimpered and moaned as you felt your coil tighten inside you.

Levi gripped your buttcheeks hard as he moaned against your clit. He smiled as a vibration of his moan moved through you. He felt you wiggle and move above him as pleasure seeped into your bones. He licked from your clit to your pussy causing your slit to part for him. He coated his tongue in your delicious juices and moaned at your sweet taste. He lapped up everything you gave him before dragging his tongue along to your clit.

You panted as your coil tightened up harder and threatened to snap. A strong blush spread on your cheeks when you heard someone say your name behind you. You looked over your shoulder at Lord Rider. “L-Lord Rider?”

Rider bowed. “I am sorry to disturb you, but I am looking for your fiancé, the prince. I want to talk to him about my job termination.”

You bucked against Levi’s face as he sucked your clit harder as if he enjoyed eating you out in secret while you spoke to a man he hated. “I-I haven’t s-seen him.”

Rider leaned against the doorway. “Really?”

You gulped hard. “H-He is umm…” You shivered in delight. “Ah, he’s probably v-very deep in something.”

“Working as always.” He shook his head. “Leaving a wonderful woman like you alone.”

You doubled over and bit your hard as you held back a moan. “I-I’m okay!” You heard Rider shift. “D-Don’t come over here! I-I think I have the uhh…flu! Yeah. Y-You might get infected.” You groaned. “Oh fuck.”

Rider backed up a bit. “I can talk to a maid for you.”

“N-No!” You nervously laughed. “I ju-just need a moment!”

He hummed as he studied you. “Are you sure?”

Your legs shook as you felt the urge to cum hard, but you were resisting it as best as you could. “Yes.” You looked back at him and grinned. “All good.” You clenched Levi’s face with your thighs. “You can go now. Thank you for coming to our party.”

He bowed to you. “May I say, you are the best thing to happen to that stupid prince.”

You smiled at him. “Sure.” You watched him leave before collapsing against the banister and moaning against your arm as your coil snapped hard. You came against Levi’s lips and tongue as he lovingly lapped up your honey. You panted heavily and slipped backwards as your legs gave up. “Fuck.”

Levi caught you before you hurt yourself, but his head was still under your dress. He lowered you down before pulling your dress off his head. He licked his lips and purred at you. “Delicious.”

You slapped your dress down and huffed. “You are a naughty boy!”

Levi chuckled. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

You sat up and glared at him. “You should be spanked.”

“I should so do it.”

You blushed hard before crawling over to him. “I love you, but you were a bit naughty to keep that up while someone talked to me.”

He dragged you into his arms and kissed you. “Forgive me for being hungry.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. “You’re lucky that it felt incredible.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

You pouted a bit. “There’s just one problem.”

He frowned before looking down at you. “What’s that?”

You looked up at him. “My pussy aches for your big thick cock now.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “You know, ever since I saw you in that dress I wanted to fuck you hard in it. How does being bent over my desk sound?”

You gripped his blazer and moaned. “Promise you’ll keep on these clothes. I want Prince Levi to fuck me.”

Levi kissed you roughly. “Yes.”

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