#HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL MY FRIEND <3 CARE YOU HEAPS!!!

[jeoseungsaja]

A ball of fog expands into the air after a trembling breath takes place; long fingers of one hand latched onto tubes painted aquamarine. The other hand is busy fiddling with what rests in his breast pocket, making sure, for the nth time, that the small box is still there, ever so present to the point that it's left a temporal dent on the fabric of his shirt. Teeth bite on his bottom lip --- once, twice; enough to leave an edge of mouth with a small peel which represents nervousness.

He doesn't even remember the last time he was with these many knots in his stomach; a collection of butterflies and twists alike, finding a home in the ever so chaotic depths of the detective. Hyuk takes another deep breath; grabbing his cellphone and glancing at the last text message received from his dear friend ('I'll be there').

It hasn't even been that long since the last time they saw each other; his brain still replaying that last meeting at the beach, when the calendar marked his birthday and his best friend etched a new feeling into his heart. It was brief but undeniably dulcet (and unconsciously wanted, too, that he figured out with time) moment; where time sweetly froze and he was able to decipher, with surprise and warmth, how well the lines of Patrick's lips matched his.

Oh, boy. Just thinking about it sends spirals of temperature up his neck. He truly hasn't been the same ever since --- in a good way. Even his co-workers wonder why he's been more lenient than usual. And, well...whatever this might be, he likes it. Just as much as he likes him. Patrick.

Regardless of feelings bubbling up, this isn't much about putting those puzzle pieces together (they will fall into place with time, won't they?), but about a special occasion; a special day: His best friend's birthday; a mark Hyuk never misses, no matter where he might be or what he's doing. It's why he's decided to take, once again, a plane all the way to Europe --- because a videocall won't do, nor a text message with those exasperating emojis that the detective can't even use properly. Patrick deserves more than that, and he can argue all he wants; Hyuk will not be convinced otherwise.

And so he's here, asking Patrick to see him at the London Bridge, at the time where is dark enough for the towers and rails to lit up and reflect their lights upon the dancing waters. It's a way to reminisce the past, about those days where they'd escape social events just for them to walk all the way here; about those days where Patrick would talk about the stories written behind the bridge and Hyuk would listen intently; about those days where they'd laugh and chat whilst living their adventures of youth.

It's a way to reminisce the past. And connect the present. Much like the bridge links one point to the other.

He waits, patiently so, actually. Knows that Patrick barely gives time for himself even when being a special occasion; prefers to carry on with his endless duties as a responsible professor and doting father. That's Patrick Myungdae Grace for you: A gentleman who often puts loved ones first before even thinking about his own self.

After a few minutes, Hyuk hears hurried steps on the humid ground; such a sound making him turn at once. There he is; the tall man with the kind face and soft eyes, a few strands of hair being blown by the biting, Londoner wind. He looks beautiful as ever, especially when his eyes crinkle due to a smile pulling his lips.

The detective's heart is singing. Loudly. He almost feels his rib-cage is going to explode.

Before Patrick could possibly voice any kind of apology about being a few minutes late (Hyuk doesn't care --- he just cares that he made it in one piece), an impulse makes Hyuk throw his arms around his best friend to wrap him into a tight, affectionate hug; the type only Patrick gets (otherwise Hyuk is too emotionally stiff, as some say). When he pulls away, his fingers remain clasped onto his dear friend's forearms, thumbs unconsciously rubbing the space there as a grin stretches his mouth.

"You look tired. Have you eaten anything? Don't tell me you're only running on tea and the birthday breakfast Hiro and Elise made you--" He scowls, before his features slowly turn softer. "I...wanted us to meet here because I thought...maybe we could, walk a little and..uh...eat at that place we used to go to...when we were younger. The one with fish and chips? I checked and they close until late---"

Since when is he a rambler? He stops himself, awkwardly clearing his throat whilst hands slip away from Patrick's body. "Oh," he quickly goes to fetch the box he's been guarding all this time and hands it to his dear friend. It's small, long; dark green. "For you. I also...wanted to see if they fit you right, could you...open it to check?" Hyuk tries to not rush Patrick into opening the gift, his fuse very short in comparison to his dear friend's. Once it's open, a pair of Rubik's cube cuff links is found inside. The little cubes even twist some, in case Patrick needs a distraction while wearing them. Of course Hyuk had to get them for him.

"Let me," Hyuk grabs one of the cuff links and then takes a careful hold of Patrick's wrist; turning it so his palm is exposed. At first, the detective's focused on putting it on, eyes even narrowing as to look at the shirt's hole under the shadow of artificial lights. But then, he realizes how close he is, how Patrick's wrist is exposed to him even if the rest of his shirt hugs his arm effortlessly. Suddenly, he can feel his heart in his throat and there's the need to---

Just do it, Lee Hyuk. For once, follow that voice. And he does it. He gently kisses the center of Patrick's wrist.

Even if heat crawls all the way to his cheeks, he pretends that what he did is casual; fingers stumbling a little but finally managing to keep the cuff link on place. "There. It--It looks nice. Let's see the other---" And he does the same thing: grabs the cuff link from the box, and then his dear friend's wrist.

He kisses that one, too. The mark tender. A honeyed whisper of utter affection. I'm here. I'll always be here. For you. Just for you.

A clear of his throat; a little, bashful side-smile as the detective attempts to gain his usual composure and peeks to see Patrick. He doesn't apologize for what he did, nor does he try to quickly change the subject. There's no ounce of regret in that body of his and, besides...at this point, that wall where the awkwardness of sentiment was stored is slowly but surely crumbling down, isn't it?

Slow but steady steps.

"I--also got you another thing, but I'll...give it to you until we get to eat." A rainbow fountain pen, that's neatly wrapped in the oh so famous newspaper wrapper he uses. It's saved in the pocket of his trousers; awaiting for the right time to fall onto Patrick's hands.

Hyuk's hands, which rested right under Patrick's wrists, move so they can meet his dear friend's shoulders. He pats them, then pretends to accommodate the lapel of his shirt, when in reality he's getting his palms ready to climb up. And they do, rise and a little timidly; fingertips daring to reach his dear friend's face. The detective's fingers are calloused, but his touch tries to be soft; caring --- loving.

He gives him a smile. One that, he hopes, tells Patrick how proud he is. Of him, his best friend (and something more). Of who he is, who he's become. And how he still holds gentleness and mercy by his hand, despite it all.

"Happy birthday, Dae-yah."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST WONDROUS PROFESSOR @ofgentleresolve 🥺🎂

[faithfromanewperspective]

Okay, darling, I know you've already described yourself (and I've been mentally editing my image of you since meeting you as new facts crop up) but here's what I've got: I already picture you as pretty young, you're about the age of at least half my friends at uni, so I can easily imagine the ambiguous age (I swear no one in their early 20s looks like they're in their early 20s). This makes me think you have a little softness to parts of your face still, probably clear skin, and mentally I can never decide if you have blonde or black/very dark hair. I reckon you take good care of your nails (comes with being a musician usually) or they're at least short. You seem like you'd be rather small height-wise, but probably still taller than me (I'm 5'1). Considering this lovely state we live in, I imagine you have quite tan skin. I want to say dark eyes? Maybe?

One final thing: I imagine you look really friendly and approachable. I can't explain it, you just feel like you have the warmest soul and would probably bake food for your friends.

I could be entirely wrong on all accounts (or most) but I think that's half the fun of this.

you're actually mostly correct!! do I bake food for my friends? when I'm doing well, which means I've got a new life goal I'd forgotten as an indicator I'm feeling better! and you mentioned my nails that is so detailed (and weirdly correct but maybe it is the musician thing)!! also dark eyes and hair is correct (actually I consider going blonde every weekend or so in case it'll help keep me cooler in the heat!!) and tan skin all comes with being half asian. I'm 165cm (5'5 I think roughly but I don't know imperial) so fairly average height though I was one of the shorter ones at my (very white) high school. Just tall enough to play a decently sized/sounding viola! I have been told I'm friendly/ approachable though I feel like that only applies when I'm not overwhelmed/on the edge of a breakdown and I should probably take better care of myself so that happens less often. I hope I look friendly because honestly seeming a snob is one of my biggest fears (comes with the weird kind of body insecurity I have)! my skin's clearer when I've been working out regularly and overall pretty normal I think? and don't really know where the line is for 'a little softness to parts of [my] face still' so I can't answer you there except for I'm a little underweight but I don't think you'd be able to tell just from my face?

overall this is actually the sweetest description and the fact that it's mostly right really has made me feel good about my appearance, and it's not something I think about heaps but it helps to feel good when I do so thank you <3 I feel like you got a bit of a head start though

[ino3zi]

ⓘ Intro ; Beckett being chaotic so you don’t have too! 🥲 And here we thought he was normal!! 😭

##2021 FANSIGN!!

*beckett casually talking to a fan.* *fans leaves and the others start chanting out they love him.* “Beckett-ah We love you!” *grimaces playfully.*

*Wish I could say the same!” He playfully joked as both he and them continued doing it through the entire fansign.”

“Beckett-ah marry me please.’ Someone in the crowd had yelled getting his attention. *raises eyebrow* ‘Ummm..No thanks.’ He chuckled.

##I’M BORED V-LIVE !!

*was fiddling with his phone until he decided to change his voicemail for no reason.* ‘Beckett-ah what are you doing?’

*he didn't say anything and continued to fiddle with his phone.* ‘I think I got it set. Want to hear it?’ He asked the viewers who agreed to hear the nonsense they knew he came with.

‘Hello.........*screams*.’ *He looked at the phone to see everyone’s reactions.* ‘Umm...you're weird. You know that right?’

‘One day you’re going to give somebody a heart attack.’ *he couldn't help but chuckle.* ‘And when that days come I'll be right there to save them. Just so I can do it again.‘ 

*fans thought he was legit going crazy but nope he was just being his usual chaotic neutral self. someone get him help pls- 😭*

##WEVERSE VOICE MESSAGE!!

‘Yah pabo are you guys sleeping?’

*crickets*

‘Aish-here I thought we could have a lovely conversation but nope, you guys are sleepy.’

‘I feel as though our relationship is deteriorating. But you guys don’t seem to care. You know, I think this might be the end of our relationship.’ 

*crickets*

‘I hope all your orders for my new album gets lost in the mail. But that’s all from me. Good night.’

*then mans has the audacity to comment on somebody’s weverse post when they had asked what was wrong with him last night, and which he replied. Mans chose violence.....😭

‘You. Why don't you get pabo? Don't ask pabo questions?! Do you want to fight? You'll lose and that's a promise.’

*why does he want fight everyone? why is he like this?!*

##ISAC!!

Euphony; Beckett-ah?!

Beckett; 🤨

Euphony; Beckett-ah?! 🤭

Beckett; 👀🤨

Euphony; Beckett-ah?! 🤨

Beckett; 🏃🏻

*Context; Euphony were basically trying to get Beckett’s attention, but he was basically ignoring them. Each time he would look towards them he would wear a look of confusion. Again, they called his name and he would look at them the same way again before looking away. The third time they had called him he had a ran away as they were the ones confused*

##MY FRIENDS NOÉ-LOG!!

*he decided to hang out with his two close friends blair and romeo. he treated them both to lunch at this local korean barbecue place he knew.* *let’s just say he had some interesting conversation starters.*

‘So what are your views on politics?’ *pls- the way they looked at him like he was crazy. 😭. But that was just the start of it.*

‘So I guess you guys don't have any? Well....this awkward but awkward is the funniest so let's keep it this way.’ *there's no one quite like him.* ‘I really do love our friendship even if we don't hang out that much. But let's not make it an everyday thing, ok?’

*the moment the bill came he pretended not see it.*

Beckett; 👀

Romeson; 🤨

*in the end he did pay for it tho like the good friend he is. or did he? jk he did.*

##ALBUM UNPACKAGING!!

*this was during his cassette single promotions. and it was so chaotic!!*

‘Let’s open the album, shall we?’

*he basically shook all the contents out of the album leaving it a heap on the table.*

‘I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to open an album but it’s my album so I don’t care.’ *each time he would show the viewers a photo or poster he would show them it for like 3 seconds before moving on to the next one.*

*after he was done showing off the album. he sat there staring into space before sighing.* ‘that was stressful. You know if you guys are going to buy the album just to go through all that then don’t buy it.’ *legit told us fans to not buy the album. what?! 😭*

*yes that's how he ended the vlive. like what?! mans took a great nap after that I bet. He needed it with his weird self.*

ⓘ outro; overall beckett is a weird and chaotic neutral npc who just wants to live as a rock. but we still love him anyway no matter how weird he is. appreciate him!! 🤭😭

layout by @skz-bibi

[taetaespeaches]

Liv! How’ve you been?? It’s been a hot minute since I’ve dropped into your asks but I still really wanted to do my Taehyung and Jungkook lists (that no one asked for 😂) so here I am 🤍🤍 Been in a little depressive spiral since losing my job and am only just now starting to feel better, but thought it was worth mentioning I’ve been reading a heap of your fics and they’ve been a big help, so thank you for that!

Ok, so, Tae and Peaches. Their dynamic is so similar to that of my best friend and I, except I’m still in the ‘I have no clue how they feel, maybe we are just really really close friends’ phase, and I’m Tae and he’s Peaches in this instance lol. He’s almost always got some sort of romantic company, but there’s never come a time where our friendship hasn’t been the priority… We’ve also had several conversation that resemble the It’s everything to lose chat, but nothings ever come of it. So honestly, will we get together one day? Maybe. Will we just stay friends while we go on to both find our partners? Also maybe? I just love him so dearly that as long as I have him in my life, I don’t really mind what the dynamic is…. so naturally I love reading Tae and Peaches because I 100% understand their confused pre relationship mindsets 😂

So anyways… I tend to have a habit of getting into a mood where I read a little collection of Tae and Peaches fics in one sitting, where I’ll pic a fic on their list and then chronologically read down their master for a bit… if that makes any sense??

My first little collection starts with We’ve already taken it slow for six years and ends with I know this breaks the rules but I don’t want to go home tonight. This little collection of fics (+ the lead up to them getting together too tbh) is everything…. the way Tae says ‘Of course I am’ in Wake up I have a question… I screamed.

My second little collection starts with You benefit from this just as much as I do and ends with To me, he’s everything. I feel like this little collection is just such a good fluff + smut + angst balance that shows their dynamic perfectly. What an amazing little section of their amazing little universe. I read this part all the time!

Honourable mentioned solo fics:

- You two are like a goddamn romance film! I couldn’t peel my eyes away!

- Put the Santa hat on and be a good boy

- Let me hold you. Let me take care of you.

Lots of love to you darling Liv!

- Drunk anon x

Liv you always writing the cutest fics right after I’ve sent you my list for that couple….. Adding the skinny dipping love birds to my Tae and Peaches list! Hecking adorable!

- Drunk anon x

Hi my lovely!!! I've been ok I guess? Lol I think I've been dissociating a lot tbh but I don't really know. Anyways! I missed you and also 'that no one asked for' my ass, I ASKED FOR THESE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR CONTINUING THEM! <3 <3 <3 I'm just going to put a keep reading thing in here just in case people don't want to scroll through a few more paragraphs lol

I'm sorry you haven't been doing so well but it's definitely understandable :( how are things going now? Have you found another job or are you trying to just take it easy? How's life overall?? I'm glad that the fics have been there for you :(( that truly does make me so happy. Please know that every little bit of comfort you get from the fics comes with a big ass hug from me with a kiss on the forehead.

Ok you and your best friend 👀 I would watch this movie, just saying. Also not that I'm necessarily glad that you have a very similar situation to Tae and Peaches bc I know that shit can be very confusing and painful at times... I'm glad that you get the dynamic. I've had people be confused about how they stayed friends for so long and like when you love someone so much, it makes sense. You're not going to fuck around and lose them. So yeah, I'm just glad that you get it. But I hope you and your friend are doing well <3

I love these collections of fics so much :(( I would say Tae and Peaches are the most natural couple for me to write, and they have more of myself in them than most of the other fics, so idk I just love anytime they get some appreciation. Thank you for sharing your favs :( this made me happy. And I'm glad you liked the newest one! I wasn't so sure about it when I posted it but knowing you enjoyed it makes me feel a lot better about it <3

So much love to you! 🧡

[tahdashi]

omg :o sayu ? sayu ?? wait it's been such a long time that i don't even know if you remember me 😭😭😭 it's ele ur childhood best friend

i stopped being active for like a year because of uni and heaps of work but i've decided to procrastinate by spending my time periodically here on tumblr because it reminds me so much of :(( of you guys and haikyuu which i don't think is v popular now :((((

but procrastination is not a good idea 😓 i still love my hq boys tho sjsjsj

anyway i hope you're doing okay, and i'm so so glad you're alive and still on my hectic feed ily sm<3333 i missed u sm<333 it's sad that a lot of my other moots and favorite users have archived their accounts but it makes sense you know? i think tumblr is that one app where you get all excited and post every day for half a year or so until you realize you're super busy so u say bye :')

alright i'm prob not going to pop up in your inbox for another few weeks/months/year :cccc but pls know i rly love you</33 mwah

HI MY LOVE sorry i'm answering this so late! OFC I REMEMBER YOU !!! how could i forget :( i totally get you w being inactive bc of uni. i haven't been on here much either (or as much as i used to be hhdsjhfk)

I MISSED YOU TOO and i'm glad you're alive and well <3 i hope you've been taking care of yourself i love you i love you i love you

[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (2/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This is the second half of the request, featuring Rosé and Lisa. If you want to see the first part, with Jisoo and Jennie, click the link below. I hope you enjoy!

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Rosé

Park Chaeyoung: The girl who hung with the wrong crowd.

Your problem lied more so with the people she associated with than her herself. You couldn't wrap your head around why such a kind person like her would spend time with the class clowns and bullies, and to make matters worse, she would stick up for them as well.

She spent most of her days in either the art or music room, creating the masterpieces that her brain came up with.

But as soon as school was over, she'd be hanging out with them again and getting into trouble. For instance, because of her talents, they would invite her to go with them and graffiti various hot spots around town. She never vandalized any monuments or landmarks of importance -- she typically stuck to bridges or abandoned buildings -- but after getting caught with them multiple times, it was inevitable for her to be held accountable.

She was given a week's detention to make up for her actions

You, coincidentally, had a teacher that absolutely loathed you for no reason at all. No matter how good of a student you were for him, he didn't care; he had a vendetta against you for some reason, and he patiently waited for the opportunity to ruin your day.

You came in literally 10 seconds after the bell rang, putting the breakfast sandwich you stopped to get on the way into your mouth so you could open the door. He was standing at the front with a smug grin on his face, and you already knew what was coming.

You were also given an ungodly sentence of a week's detention.

Turning Point

"If I see you on your phones, I'm taking them." The monitor informs before sitting at the desk, reclining in the chair and putting his feet up soon after. You sigh and lean back in your seat, attempting to find a way to pass the next two hours without getting in trouble. Your eyes scan across the room, eventually landing on Rosé, where she sits a couple rows away from you. Sunlight is streaming in through the window next to her, its golden rays peeking through the breaks in the clouds above to shine on her. She looks gorgeous as she doodles away in her notebook, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear when it falls in front of her face.

After waiting on the monitor to fall asleep and sending one last glance to double check, you quietly stand from your seat and go sit next to her.

You barely know each other, but she's your only hope of remaining sane and occupied.

"Hi," you greet, looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she copies, a tiny smile forming on her lips when she notices your impressed expression upon gazing down at her paper. You have to hand it to her -- she's really talented.

"You're really good," you compliment, still admiring the artistry. Seeing as how you're looking down, you fail to notice the blush that works its way to her cheeks. Coming from you, the simple remark meant a lot to her.

You spend the rest of the day making small talk and getting used to one another, leaving detention later with the hopes of sitting together again.

----

The Next Day

"Hi again," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to ensure that the coast is clear. The monitor is out like a light, with his mouth hanging open and an obnoxiously loud snore coming out.

"Hi," she giggles, watching as you dive into the floor for cover when the man shifts in his sleep. You thought he was waking up, and if he finds out you moved seats, he'll definitely have something to say about it.

"The coast is clear, cadet," she nods like a soldier, assuring you that it's okay to move back after a minute.

"That was close," you breathe out in relief, glad to live to see another day.

You share a laugh, though it has to be hidden behind your hands and kept a minimum. It's cute though -- like a little secret between the two of you, only for you to know.

"What're you drawing today?" You ask later, laying your chin in your palm as you gaze down at her work. Her reply comes out stuttered at first when she feels your leg innocently brush against hers under the table.

"D-dalgom. My friend's dog." She manages out, mentally smacking herself for looking like a fool.

You smile, thinking she's adorable. "I bet it'll be great," you encourage. She grins back as her eyes scan over your face, committing the memory of you to heart. She's always had a thing for you, ever since the time you were paired up in Biology last semester, so she's been enjoying detention more than she thought she would. Seeing you makes the time go by faster, though ironically, she wishes it would slow down a bit.

You make her feel appreciated for more than just what she's capable of producing, and the divide between you and her friend group is blaringly obvious. They like her because of the rush she can help them achieve; you like her because of her.

That thought persists in her mind for the rest of detention, and before she knows it, the monitor is releasing you again. She bends down to put her notebook in her bag when a thought pops into her mind: she wants to ask if you want to go to the park with her. When she's done zipping her bag up, she looks back up at you, only to find you on your phone, talking to someone.

"Yeah, mom. I'll stop by on the way home. So milk, cereal, ramen, and paper towels, right?"

She watches as you wait for a reply, tucking the phone into the crook of your neck as you move to write the list down on a spare piece of paper.

"Alright, love you, too. See you later." You hang up before looking back at Rosie. She looks a little down, and you have no idea why.

You pause for a moment, silently psyching yourself up for what you're about to ask. "This is gonna sound really strange, but do you want to come with me to the store?"

Her heart's pace increases at that, happy to know that you want to spend more time with her, just as she does with you.

"Actually, yeah. That sounds like fun."

You grin at her before spinning around and doing a little celebratory dance, which wins you a strange look from the monitor. You stick your tongue out at him before grabbing her hand and rushing out of the room, hearing his disapproval shouted after you.

--

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Ramen?"

"Check."

"Cereal?"

"Nope."

You nod at her words, now reminded of what you were forgetting. You push the buggy towards the aisle of cereals, gazing around in wonder at the huge selection. Rosé is just the same, eyeing all of the options like a kid in a candy store. After grabbing your mom's favorite kind, you decide on one for yourself and bring it back to the cart. Rosie scoots her leg over, making room for them beside where she sits, reclined in the cart.

You grin when you see her eyeing a box of fruit loops. Huh; fruity. Go figure.

You wordlessly grab the box and hand it to her, feeling your heart melt when she looks up at you like you hold the key to the universe.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Rosie." You say, putting your hands on the bar as you begin pushing the buggy again. "Now, I say we see how long it takes to get to the paper towel aisle. My last record was 30 seconds."

She looks at you, clearly impressed, with her eyebrows raised. Without question, she pulls her phone out and gets the stop watch feature ready to go.

"3...2...1... GO!" She shouts, commanding your legs to start pumping as you race down the long strip of store before you. A couple kids dart out of the way just before getting smacked into, quickly turning around and cheering you on as you charge forward.

Her giggles fill the air as you drift around a corner, shouting apologies to the lady you almost bumped into.

"Sorry ma'am!"

A few seconds later, chest heaving and legs sore, you come to a stop in the aisle, dramatically collapsing in a heap next to the buggy. Rosé checks her phone as she reaches down to poke you.

"22.18 seconds, champ," she declares victoriously, smiling when you magically regain enough energy to stand up and celebrate.

"Woohoo! Team Y/S/N (Your Ship Name) for the win!"

She laughs along at that, joining in on your celebration, but she's blushing like crazy on the inside.

-----

The Last Day Of Detention

Ever since your trip to the store, you and Rosé have grown closer and closer. You traded numbers and text occasionally, though nothing beats having her all to yourself for 2 hours straight with no distractions. She feels the same; when she's in class, she can't wait for the bell to ring and signal your reunion. Part of her wants to get in trouble again, just to see you more often.

So, as you'd expect, it's really no surprise that you're sat right in front of her again, telling jokes and asking about her day. You've grown a bit more bold with every step closer you've taken towards her heart, and now you reach down to intertwine your fingers with hers.

She happily accepts, even bringing your hand up to her lips to press a kiss to the back of it. She smiles against your skin after it, making butterflies take flight in your stomach. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and you don't even try to fight it anymore.

The sound of the classroom door opening alerts you, making her lower your hand. She doesn't let go of you, though, and that fact warms your heart for some reason. The squeaky hinges groan out again as the door opens wider, revealing about 4 or 5 people from the friend group that she hangs out with. They motion for her to sneak out with them, but she just shakes her head.

"Come on, Rosé!" They whisper-scream, offering her a way to freedom. Little do they know that she'd take this imprisonment over freedom any day, so long as you're by her side.

"No! Get out before he wakes up!" She whisper-shouts back, eventually convincing them to leave.

"Why didn't you go?" You ask once they're gone, toying with her fingers as your hands rest on the desk.

"Because I like spending time with you." She admits, letting her defenses down.

"I was hoping you'd say that," you smile, letting her know that you feel the same.

The Fallout

After detention, the two of you walked out of the school, hand in hand

"Would you maybe, I don't know... wanna go to the park with me?" She asks nervously, glancing up at you.

"You read my mind, Rosie." You smile at each other and head towards the parking lot.

You started hanging out more, and she distanced herself from her old crowd

You encouraged her to enroll in your school's art program and show her work that way

"You're really talented; it deserves to be seen."

Your support meant the world to her, and she never failed to let you know

"Thank you, Y/N. Having you behind me means the world to me."

At one of her art shows, where she was tasked with unveiling a new piece that she'd been working on for months, you got the biggest surprise of your life.

She created a mural of you, all decked out with every color of the rainbow, utterly gorgeous

She lit up when she saw your reaction

"This piece is titled 'Mine', which I hope the girl in it will soon be." She says into the microphone, looking at you with hope shining in her eyes.

You nod your head with a smile and walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was long-overdue. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer with her sweater-padded hands and kissing you again and again.

The crowd claps for you, happy to see such an ending.

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Lisa

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Lisa Manoban: Cocky, smug, and self-assured. The dancer knew she was hot shit, and she wasn't afraid to show off.

You're all for people being confident and happy with themselves, especially when they're talented, but something about Lisa always seemed to rub you the wrong way.

Whether it be her lack of a filter or the arrogant swagger that she naturally exuded, you weren't sure. People wanted to either be her or be with her, but you fell into neither of those categories.

She always left you frustrated in one way or another, whether it be from her teasing or her witty comebacks

The teachers loved her, as did the students. She was the class clown, so her position was pretty sacred in the grand scheme of things

You, on the other hand, irritated her for other reasons. You were the only person she couldn't get to crack; you never gave into her charms, and it infuriated her to no end. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted (as childish as that may seem) and having you, one of the most attractive girls at school, turn her down? Well that was a massive blow to her ego.

You weren't afraid to say your piece, and that both pleasantly surprised and upset her.

She constantly tried to flirt with you in class, but you knew it was all for the attention. She just wanted to make her friends laugh, which they always did.

"Y/N, come here babe. There's an empty seat next to me," she coos, batting her eyelashes as you walk in the door. It's a free day, so everyone is sitting with their friends, wherever they like.

"I'm good," you decline, deciding to sit against the wall beneath the large window of the classroom.

"Oooo, denied," Lisa's friends laugh at her this time, chuckling harder when she sticks her middle finger up at them.

"Yah, shut up," she says, nursing her bruised ego as she turns around and opens her phone.

You smile as you continue working on the homework you cracked open, scribbling an answer down onto the notebook paper in front of you. Your fingers glide over your textbook in search of the definition of the term you're on, and Lisa secretly watches from afar. Without realizing it, she grins when you light up upon spotting the answer.

Sometimes her flirting does work, though, and you turn into a blushing mess

*whistle* "Damn, Y/N. You're looking fine today," she exclaims, fanning herself. You worry that she doesn't really mean it, but when her eyes remain on you a second too long to just be friendly, you blush. She's taking in all of you, looking impressed all the while.

"Right back at you, Manoban." You wink, sitting down in your seat across the room. She lightly blushes back, though she does a good job of concealing it.

Considering you share a couple classes and the class sizes are relatively small, it was pretty likely that you'd end up paired together eventually

You weren't happy about it, especially not after the way she had acted that week. Her cockiness had been at an all time high as of late, leaving you frustrated and upset. She was so full of herself; all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off her face.

"Y/N, you'll be paired with Lisa," your photography teacher informs, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose.

"But Mrs. Ta--"

"Pairings are final," she cocks her head at you, persuading you to give in. With a sigh, you respond, "Yes ma'am," and attempt to ignore the sound of Lisa's friends high fiving each other in celebration.

The Turning Point

"My parents are gone for the rest of the week..." she says, holding the door open for you as you carry in your equipment. A hint of suggestiveness lies in it; she's alluding to exactly what you think she is, and you push her shoulder upon realizing it.

"Knock it off, Manoban."

"Okay, okay," she chuckles, listening to you for once. The surprise is clear on your face.

She leads you towards the backyard, where you set up one of your highest power cameras and turn it on. You have to create a gallery of different photos, all under the same theme. You both agreed to do a time-lapse of the sunset, and take pictures of the stars after.

Once she makes sure that the timer is set correctly and that the auto shut-off feature is enabled, she motions for you to follow her back into the house. You do, and she leads you into the kitchen.

"Do you want a snack?"

"Sure, do you have any ramen?"

She nods, quickly busying herself by bending down and searching through the cabinets. After she finds it, exclaiming a pleased, "Aha!", she tells you to go get comfortable in the living room.

Three minutes later, from your place on the couch, you begin to smell something burning. You scramble up and rush to the kitchen, only to find Lisa running around like a headless chicken, attempting to put out the small fire she started.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO BURN RAMEN?" You shout, though your tone isn't angry. You're just very shocked, and loud about it. You push her away from the pot, albeit gently, and get the flames to go down relatively quickly. You turn the burners off and put the pot in the sink, leaning against the counter to recover from the adrenaline rush.

"Oops?" She asks more so that says, with a growing smile evident in her voice.

You shake your head and chuckle despite yourself, turning around to face her. "You can order a pizza now to make up for that." You point a finger at her, grinning stupidly when she presses the tip of hers to it.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Thankfully you're already walking away as she says that, so she doesn't get the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

---

"Lisa, I can't keep going." You groan out, sweat dripping down your face. The pizza you ate earlier is giving you a stomache ache, paired with the physical activity you're doing.

"Y/N, just a little longer, we're almost there," she huffs out, keeping her movements steady somehow. You're a mess by now, so you don't understand how she's still going.

A couple minutes later, the TV in front of you lights up, saying, "Awesome moves! You win!" as you collapse to the ground in a heap.

Why you agreed to play Just Dance with her after eating is beyond you.

"Good job," she compliments, grabbing your hand to high five herself with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll over, catching your breath.

She lays down beside you as you recover, telling jokes to hear that laugh that she loves so much. She prefers yours over anyone elses, so it's always such a reward when she gets you to crack up.

"We should probably head up now," she notes, realizing that the stars will be coming out soon. You agree, and she carefully helps you up.

"Here, I'll carry you," she turns, bending down so you can get on her back.

"Lisa, you can't carry me," you brush off, feeling insecurity bubble up again like it always does when you're offered a piggyback ride.

"Y/N, I promise that I can. Trust me," she reassures, looking into your eyes sincerely.

"Alright," you sigh, standing onto the couch to get on easier.

"See?" She asks, sliding her warm hands up your thighs to keep you secured against her. "I've got you, babe."

You tuck your head into the space between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm gonna punch you if you drop me," you whisper, feeling her laugh against you.

"Fair enough."

-----

Later, On The Rooftop

"Careful," she instructs, outstretching a hand to help you climb out the window. Her camera hangs around her neck, and she takes the cap off of the lense once you're both safely sitting on the roof.

"Wow," you sigh, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Her house is far enough away from the city that you're rewarded with a gorgeous view of the stars, unburdened by the industrial fog that hangs over the cosmopolis.

"It's beautiful out here," you say, looking back at her. You tense up a bit, not expecting her to already be looking at you.

"Sorry," she laughs at herself, looking away once she gets caught admiring you.

"It's okay," you reach down and gently squeeze her hand, making her blush lightly.

"Let's get started," you conclude, pointing at the camera. She nods, knowing that she'd never get the assignment done if you didn't step in to tell her to (considering she'd rather admire you), and she points the device to the sky.

After snapping a few pictures, she lays back in order to get a better vantage point of one of the star systems. She hands it to you after she's satisfied with her work, and you take your turn with it.

She notices that you keep brushing your hair out of the way when it falls in your face, so she decides to help you.

"Here," she says, saddling up behind you. She gathers your hair up, running her fingers through it to neatly pull it up for you. Thankfully she always keeps a spare tie on her wrist.

"Thanks," you smile, snapping another picture. The simple act warms your heart; she's being selfless for once, and helping you without even being asked. It's a refreshing change of pace.

"You're welcome." She chirps, sitting back down beside you.

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Later, In Her Bedroom

"Oh, I really like that one!" She says excitedly, pointing at the TV. Her phone, which is connected via Bluetooth and automatically receives pictures of her choosing from the camera, is displaying some of your best shots.

"Yeah, you did really well with that. I think we might beat everyone else if we use that as our cover piece."

Your compliment makes her momentarily shy, and she quickly realizes how much she loves your praise.

The two of you continue like that, reviewing the different pictures and choosing your favorites. She always finds ways to compliment yours, noting your technique or the filter you used, and it always makes you smile. She's different than you're used to, and it's throwing you for a loop, pleasantly surprising.

---

Lisa steps out of the room to go to the bathroom a few minutes later, leaving her phone connected to the TV. A ding sounds out across the space, pulling your attention away from the stack of notes laid out before you. Your eyes dart up to the screen, reading the text message that appeared at the top of it.

Austin ⛓: "Dude, did you get into her pants yet? We're literally betting over here 😂"

You blink a few times as their words sink in, making your chest hurt. You were really beginning to believe that you had been wrong about Lisa; clearly, though, your instincts were right.

Feeling betrayed, you shove your folders back into your bag and stand from the chair, willing yourself not to cry. The sound of the sink turning on lets you know that she's almost done, so you hurry your movements and make your way towards the door. She steps out into the hall just as you exit her room, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's going on?" She asks with furrowed brows, approaching you. One of her hands lands on your arm, and you shrug it off as you brush past her without another word.

"Y/N, did I do something wrong?" She asks from the top of her staircase, watching as you walk towards her foyer.

"Why don't you ask Austin?" You bitterly call over your shoulder as you turn the knob, slipping out the front door. She hangs her head upon registering your words, realizing what must've happened. She makes a mental note to give him hell when she sees him again.

Tears sting your eyes as you exit the house, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself. You should've known something like this would happen. The chilly night air bites at your skin, stealing more of its warmth away with every step you take. The temperature doesn't change your mind, though; you're upset, and you'd rather freeze out here than be face to face with her right now.

"Y/N, wait!" She calls after you, blasting out the front foor. Her footfalls sound off behind you, announcing her rapid approach, but you don't turn around. Realizing this, she darts in front of you, keeping you from walking any further.

"Please, don't go. He's an idiot, Y/N."

"He might he an idiot, but that doesn't take away what he said," you scowl, clenching your jaw. "Betting? Really, Lisa?" You ask quietly, hurt evident in your voice.

"It was a stupid thing they tried to convince me to do. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop them from talking once you and I were paired up. That's not what I want, though. I'm not just in it for that."

"How am I supposed to believe that? This is your M.O., Lisa."

"It's different with you, I don't know why." That's a lie; she knows exactly why you're different than anyone else she's flirted with in the past.

You stand there before her, silently weighing your options. After seeing the pleading look in her eye, her dark orbs full of sincerity, you relent. "Just take me home. We'll work on it another day," you compromise, allowing her in just enough to take you home, but not enough to stay at her place any longer. You're still weary after a text like that, and you will be for a while.

"Thank you," she breaths a sigh of relief, clasping her hands behind herself as you begin walking back to her house. She notices you shiver on the way, and she slips her jacket off without hesitation to cover you. Neither of you have to say anything; one glance from you is enough for her, and she's content knowing you're warm.

The Fallout

From there on out she was always honest with you and actually spoke out when her friends tried to do something stupid

She still remained the charming class clown that she naturally is, just getting rid of the not-so-nice parts of herself

You slowly let her regain your trust, little by little

She did nice things for you on the daily, whether it be holding the door, carrying your books, or offering to buy you some lunch

"Morning, Y/N. Wanna grab some breakfast?" She asks, moving her head to the side towards the café at the center of campus.

"Sure," you smile, laughing when she celebrates.

She invites you to her dance perfomances

When she goes to championships, you're always first on her list of invites

"I want you there." She declares, handing you the flyer.

"You've got it," you decide, knowing there's no where you'd rather be. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

At said championship, she won the highest title and claimed victory for your school

You joined the rest of the team on the stage to celebrate, congratulating the solo dancer on her achievement.

"I'm so proud of you, Lis--"

She suddenly kisses you, clearly high off her win. She pulls back when she realizes what she just did, a worried look on her face.

"Shit, I'm sorry." She looks between your eyes, attempting to gauge your reaction.

"Get your ass back here," you order, feeling butterflies take flight when she eagerly presses her lips to yours again, wrapping her arms around you to spin you.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" She mumbles against your lips.

You squint, pretending to think about it. "Maybe... or maybe not."

Her subsequent gasp is quickly muffled by your kiss, which she can't seem to get enough of.

[lovestrucked-again]

Only You | L.Mark

Summary: When your childhood friend finally comes home on tour, he confesses something he never would’ve before.

Pairing: idol!Mark X female reader Word count: 4.7k Warning: okay more smut than storyline. oral sex (reader/Mark receiving), virgin, cum licking/swallowing, marking, biting, hair pulling, unprotected sex, rooftop sex, 18+ 

Genre: fluff, smut - first time

Hi! I love the way you write so much! Are you open for requests? If yes, I hope you could make another first time with mark lee but this time he’s an idol. I hope its slow fucking and intense as the one you did first. I think out of all the smut fic that I’ve read yours are the best and detailed! Gosh I loved it so much!

a/n: I hope this is it.. <3 _____

“Should we come here some other time, then?” you ask innocently, spreading your arms out to the open scenery as you turn to look at him.

He laughs, “That’s a great way to ask me out,”

“That’s because I know you’re not going to,” you counter back.

“I’d love to ask you out.”

“Then ask.” You watch as he hesitates, parting his mouth to form a word before he shuts it quickly, deciding not to. “See what I mean?”

The two of you climb down from the rocks and he offers you a hand, guiding you down carefully. As you land your last foot down, steadying yourself Mark clears his throat, turning to face you, a question on his tongue.

“So, Y/N…I was wondering if you’d like to, you know, go out on a…date?”

You can’t help but burst into another fit of giggles feeling guilty as an embarrassing blush creeps over his ears and cheeks.

“What are you so afraid of?” you ask, “You’re so confident on stage, but balk at the prospect of asking a girl out on a date.”

“I guess I need some more practice,” he replies cheekily. “So?”

You step closer, wrapping your arm around his neck and pull him until your faces are centremetres apart. Up this close in the dark, his soft brown eyes are spellbinding, determined, yet scared. As your lips inch close, the realization strikes him.

Before you know it, he moves first, your lips meeting, soft and hesitant. On an instinct, he pulls you closer against him, mashing your mouths together. You lose yourself in the soft, warm feeling. He pulls gently at your lower lip, sucking on it and you let out a moan, winding your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

His hands, with a will of their own, roam over your back, sighing contently as your body rubs gently against his, your breasts soft against his chest through the fabric of your shirt and the warm scent of his light musky cologne infusing your senses.

Unfortunately, the kiss goes on for so long that you never notice your lungs begging for precious air. You part reluctantly, your lips producing a soft ‘pop’ as they separate and you bury your face in his chest.

“How’s that for a yes?” you ask, voice muffled against him.

He takes in a deep breath, your body rising with his as he speaks, “Wow.”

The two of you remain like that, just holding each other, basking in the warmth and quiet companionship.

“So, that’s what it’s like to kiss someone?” he asks after some time.

“I…it was a first for me.” You whisper.

He looks down at you and smiles. “We’re on the same boat, then.”

***

The two of you kiss for a good fifteen minutes, each round growing more fierce and desperate than the last. It’s good, but it’s not enough. You want more.

“It’s getting late,” he whispers reluctantly. “My manager will raise hell if he finds out about my nocturnal activities.”

“Let’s go to your house then.” you propose, craving for more of his touch. “You can tell your manager you’re staying home for the night since you're here.”

He gulps. “Are you sure?”

“Well,” you trail, running a hand lightly over the obvious bulge in his jeans “someone wants to play,” He lurches back from the illicit contact.

He regains his composure very quickly. “Okay, call someone from your house and say that you’re staying over and…whatever else you need to say.”

Oblivious to him who seems to be stuttering all over the place, you’re already done texting a message before he can complete his words. You grab his hand and race towards his car leaving him a stumbling mess as he rushes to keep up.

The drive back to his house is full of anticipation. As if time has slowed down, making the short journey incredibly torturous. You kiss some more during the red signals, not even noticing the light turn green until the driver honks angrily behind you.

He opens his garage doors long before you’re in sight of the house and parks the car with squealing tires. You don’t know how you navigate through the house, but somehow, you end up on his bed in a tangled heap of intertwined arms and legs. Your hands are everywhere at once, as if it’s the end of the world with far too little time to spend.

“I have a crazy idea,” you say, pulling back from the kiss.

“What?”

You give him a cheeky smile, “Let’s go to the roof.”

He smirks, “I like the way you think.”

The two of you rush up the stairs, careful not to make much noise. He settles the blankets and pillows on the roof and you push him onto his back as soon as he’s done.

“Easy,” he laughs, but you swallow his next words with a kiss.

You’ve never felt so…daring, so eager for someone’s touch. As if a dam has broken somewhere inside you, carrying you away with its tide. It’s the one thing that you’ll never regret doing in life. He rolls over on top of you and holds your hands above your head, controlling you effectively.

“Slow down, we’re not going anywhere,” he says, grinning down at you. You try to think up an excuse, but you realize he’s right. You’re both panting like dogs in heat. “Nice and slow,” he says and buries his head in the crook of your neck, sending tingles of shock as he nuzzles into your skin.

His warm body is a comfortable weight atop of yours; allowing you to wrap your legs around his hips and hold him closer to you, sighing in contentment as he kisses your neck and shoulders. Your heart feels full, almost to the point of bursting out of your chest with sheer joy.

He kisses your cheek, your jaw and descends down to your throat. A startled gasp escapes you when he kisses a particularly sensitive region. His lips quirk into a devilish grin as he spends more time on that place, licking and nibbling and eliciting small gasps from you. He nibbles at your neckline as his fingers search for the zip of your dress.

Your heart jumps when he finds it, holds it and pulls it down slowly. The sound, instead of arousal, brings panic. He stops. Holding your chin, he makes you look up at him. His eyes are sincere, full of love and understanding.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Y/N,” he says simply, and just like that, a sense of peace and calm replaces the panic. He leans down and kisses you once more, your lips molding with each other’s. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

You nod gratefully. He pulls the zip down to your waist. Threading a finger to each of the straps holding your dress, he pushes it aside and brings it down to your waist. His eyes remain glued to your skin, revealed inch by inch, as a piece of your dignity is carefully pried apart. You raise your hips as he pulls the material down to your legs. I’m out of it, finally, clad only in my bra and panties.

You wonder if anyone can see you on the roof, with you laid flat in your underwear. Maybe doing it in such a romantic setting was a bad idea.

“No one can see us,” he says, reading your thoughts. “It’s just you and me.”

Just you and Mark. It sounds like music to your ears.

He draws another lingering kiss from your lips and then kisses your sternum, down to your cleavage. He reaches behind your back and unhooks your bra…or tries his best to. You giggle uncontrollably as he fumbles with it and curses under his breath.

“I hate this thing,” he says, mock-anger in his voice.

“Maybe you need some more practice.” you smile and reach behind yourself, unhooking the bra and holding the cups with one hand.

He watches you with barely contained lust. You feel like a virgin deflowered by the meanest wolf around. The panic begins to resurface, but a sudden kiss on your lips surprises you, making you open your eyes. The sight of his face so unexpectedly close to yours brings you to realise that you closed them out of fear.

“I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are to me, Y/N,” he says, a faint smile on his lips. “You don’t have anything to hide.”

You bite down on your tongue, trying to keep the laugh that’s trying to escape, “You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?”

“Yes, I think…” he trails off as you let the bra fall.

Your breasts, though not the biggest, are well-formed – teardrop shaped topped with light pink areolas and nipples. Many times a day you would stand in front of the mirror, wishing them to somehow grow bigger; but not today.

“Like what you see?” you ask, even though his expression of sheer awe says it all.

“Love it.”

His warm hands make your breath catch as they caress the sensitive underside, hefting your breasts and worshipping them slowly. Your insides clench with pleasure as he rubs your hardened nubs, rubbing and rolling them over. His touch, so foreign, make your nerves tingle with an electric shock as he gently lowers his head and takes one of your pink nubs inside his hot mouth.

“Oh,” you gasp, as his wet tongue flicks over your flesh.

Your eyelids shut down as you take in the sensory overload of two nipples being stimulated simultaneously. You never notice his other hand moving down onto the crotch of your panties so when his tentative fingers rub your slit through your moist panties you jerk beneath him.

It’s only a matter of a few moments before a small wave of contractions grip your body in its throes of orgasm. Everything falls apart and you clamp your thighs closed, nearly crushing his hand.

You barely hear his grunt of pain as you familiarize yourself with the foreign feelings coursing through your veins, stimulating you to a limit far beyond your imagination. Slowly, the muscles of your legs relax and Mark pries his hands away.

He lies down beside you, draping an arm over you, embracing you sideways, as you stare at the stars above.

“You look adorable with your eyes shut.”

“Really?” you ask. It feels like an out-of-the-body experience for you, as if someone else had asked it.

He laughs softly. “Having my hand crushed for that cute scrunched up face was definitely worth it.”

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, reaching for his hand.

“It’s the other one,” he says, amused. You reach for it, but he holds it away. “It’s alright, Y/N. You didn’t break any bones.”

As you lie there, doing nothing and basking in the comfortable silence of the twinkling stars, a realization hits you.

“Hey, how come I’m the only one naked?” you ask.

He grins as you get up and straddle him. You open his buttons one by one, following each with the softest kiss. After you throw the offending piece of clothing away, you start kissing back again from his neck, biting particularly hard at a spot near the junction where his throat meets his chest.

“Ouch,” he yelps. That bite will bruise proudly on his neck for everyone to see. “I’ll have a hard time covering that up,” he says.

“I’m marking my territory,” you say a little more harshly than you had intended.

"Always yours," he replies sincerely, taking your hand and kissing it softly.

You respond with a sweet kiss to his cheek. You unbuckle the belt and pull his jeans and shorts down his legs in one go before he can protest. His cock jumps up, freed at last. You hold the warm throbbing flesh with your hand, marvelling at its warmth and inherent pulsating beat.

Mark looks at you apprehensively. “Look, Y/N, you don’t really have to…OH SHIT!”

The next few words are drowned by his moans of pleasure as you envelope the sensitive head with your mouth and lap it gently with your tongue. While you are a virgin, you were no stranger to blowjobs, but you never thought that you’d actually enjoy giving one.

“You were saying?” you ask innocently.

He grunts his denial, and you happily go back to your mission of keeping him in touch with pleasure. You take your time, marvelling at the way his thick shaft hardens further inside your mouth. A strange taste invades your senses as his precum oozes out, lubricating him further. You pump him rhythmically, swirling your tongue and sucking over his glans.

“You know what?” he asks mirthfully.

“Hmm?” you hum, sending vibrations straight to his cock. He moans and clutches a handful of blankets as the gratification scatters his train of thoughts. You want to giggle, but it’d ruin the effect.

“Masturbating with my hands will never be the s-same.”

This time, you have to pause and laugh. The little remaining tension in your gut dissipates as you laugh together.

You dive straight back to your homework after that. His hands reach for your hair as his back arches off the makeshift bed. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you gag. Thankfully, it doesn’t last long and he pulls back, letting you take control once more.

“Y/N, I’m going to cum,” he gasps after a minute.

You look into his eyes and renew your efforts, watching his eyes lose focus and then roll back as he ejaculates inside your mouth. The first spurt hits the back of your throat, and you swallow it quickly, making sure not to let it leak over and make a mess.

Mark tastes somewhat like peach, a sweet-salty peach at that. Your instant reflex was to spit it out, but you bear it quietly, knowing that you’d do this for him. He calms down after a few moments, and shudders sporadically as you lick him clean. His semi-limp manhood pops out of your mouth apparently satisfied for the moment.

He hooks his hands under your arms and drags you upward until you’re lying on top of him. You half-squeal in fear but calm down as your common sense takes over. He kisses you hard, possessiveness evident through the act, like never before.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Thank you too,” you whisper back.

He catches his breath, while you acquaint yourself with the turn of events. Never in your wildest dreams did you think about having sex with Mark, on a rooftop at that. It seemed like such a foreign idea. Now? Well, your compromising position speaks for itself.

The sensitivity in your body dwindles somewhat, renewed slightly by the friction as your nipples rub against his chest. You feel him with your hands, slowly this time, wondering if it’s a dream.

“I’m real, Y/N,” he says, “Everything is happening for real.”

“Will you regret it in the morning?” you ask quietly, “will you regret it when you’re back in Korea next week.”

You don’t know why, but your insecurities always crop up as mood spoilers just when you feel most vulnerable.

“Never,” he says without hesitating, “tomorrow morning or the next ones after that.”

you just hold him tight, afraid to think what would happen if he ever chooses to leave you. It would be too much to bear.

Mark kisses you again, his touch gentle and reassuring. He rubs your nipple and pinches it, sending a sudden jolt to your senses. He leaves behind a trail of wet kisses as his lips trace a path from your lips to your shoulders and down to your breasts. The attention goes back to your nipples again, this time more roughly. He suckles on one nipple, and then bites on the sensitive nub.

You’re just a wet, shivering mess. You’re sure that your panties are thoroughly soaked with your juices as he kisses your stomach. More than a source of arousal, his tongue is ticklish on your skin and you end up serving him an accidental kick towards his groin area, luckily just skimming past his most sensitive spot.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” he wheezes.

Carefully avoiding your tummy, Mark skips down towards your feet, planting soft smooches all the way. Lingering on your mound, he peels off the last remnant of your clothing, leaving you completely naked. You raise your hips and watch the soggy cloth being carefully ditched to the side with your dress.

Each kiss sends a thrill from your legs to your spine and straight to your head. You nearly faint as you feel his wet lips on your inner thighs. Your scent must be overpowering him as he stops just short of your sex.

“Do you want me to kiss down there?” he murmurs, afraid to do anything that you didn't want. You nod, fearful that your voice would be too weak for an answer. “I can’t hear you,” he teases.

“P-please kiss me down there,” you beg, voice stuttering out the words.

Your legs part and you feel a gentle touch of his warm lips against your inner thigh, just an inch away from your pussy. A groan of frustration is all you can manage.

“Not there,” you whine.

“Here?” he asks, placing another kiss on your outer lips, centremetres away from your throbbing clit.

“Please kiss it.”

“Kiss what?”

“My pussy,” you cry exasperatedly.

He runs a slow tongue on your slit, from the perineum to your clit that’s aching to get out from underneath its hood. He wraps it up with his lips and sucks it gently. Your back arches and your thighs jerk to close instinctively, but he holds them apart.

There’s no escape. The assault is slow but relentless. The pressure builds up as he licks your warm folds, almost exploding as he sucks on your clit. Your legs, held roughly apart by him are of no use so you use your hands instead, clawing at the soft sheets and grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

You explode when he firmly wedges his tongue inside you and begins to explore. Breathing is a foreign idea, as is seeing. It’s not a tidal wave, but a storm that sweeps away everything in its path. The cry that escapes is hoarse, deep throated and guttural as the joyous feelings course through your veins.

Another storm sweeps, unexpected and sudden as he reaches up and pinches your nipples rhythmically, suckling on your clit hungrily at the same time. Your thighs clamp shut on his head, your hands on his trying to stop and augment his touch at the same time. You take a deep breath and cry out in joy, uncaring of the judgmental world that can hear you.

Your vision darkens around the edges, and soon, you see nothing but blackness as your thighs lose their strength and rest lazily on his shoulders. He licks some more, feeling you quiver with each stroke of his tongue before you finally collapse.

“Stop,” you whisper, exhausted

“Don’t you like it?” he asks, sucking your clit to emphasize his point.

You groan and pull away. “It gets sensitive.”

“Oh.”

He sits up, kneeling between your legs. With your hair askew and skin visibly flushed, you look magnificent to him. Lying by your side again, he holds you close, feeling your breathing slow down to a normal pace.

“Where did you learn to do this?” you ask, still twitching occasionally as you try to relax.

He grins, “That’s a secret.”

"Here!" Haechan says as he dumps a freakishly thick book on Mark’s bed.

"Guide to a Woman's Body," Mark reads the title out loud, incredulous, then looks up at him. "When did you get the time to buy this piece of crap?"

"Hey! It's not a piece of crap." Haechan holds up the book with an expression of sheer reverence. "This is my gift, in advance, for your birthday."

"I don't get it.” Mark slaps his head in dismay.

"You are going out on a date with Y/N."

"Sooo…?”

"You are in the ‘Friends' zone of her brain. Nothing more than a male acquaintance she can freely talk to without getting hit upon, you get my drift?" He starts pacing back and forth. "If SHE has asked you out for a date, then I believe the day is not far away when she wants to take things a step further. The last thing I want you to do is to perform a two-second squirt and go your different ways singing Sayonara.”

Mark flips through the first few pages, grudgingly admitting that the younger boy is probably right.

"Just read it. You won't regret it, I promise.”

***

“Well?” he asks. “Now what?”

“That’s a rhetorical question right?” You ask, confused at his use of tone; sounding like it’s time to wrap up and go home after a long day. He chuckles quietly as you both stare up at the night sky.

“I’m scared,” he admits.

You roll over on your side, shuffling around to get on top of him. “Would you like to know a secret?”

He grins, holding you at your waist to help you balance, “Gladly.”

“I’m scared too,” you whisper, your breath hot in his ear.

Slowly rising until you straddle him, you place your hands on his chest for support as you adjust your position. You grind on his cock slowly, just like the last time, lubricating with your juices, preparing it for the inevitable.

“I’m safe; on the pill,” you tell him, rising and positioning the mushroom tip to your opening, grazing the sensitive head along the entire length of your slit. “Let me do it.”

You don't move as you prepare yourself. Taking a deep breath, you plunge down on his length. The barrier inside your walls resists as his cock pushes against it, and then it gives away. Barely half of his shaft is inside when you stop, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Fuck,” you mutter shakily, “that hurts.”

Your hands tremble as you fight against the pain, trying your best to accommodate the intruder. Your slick wall pulsates around his cock’s head, making him want to push further inside and take you completely.

It’s a terrible way of testing his self-control, but somehow he does it. He sits up and holds you tight against himself, running a gentle hand on your back, soothing you as you sniffle quietly against his chest. Ever so slowly, you calm down and he slides down along the rest of his shaft, feeling your walls stretch as you accommodate a cock inside for the first time in your life. Your groins meet as you hold each other in an embrace, each of you trying your best not to lose control.

Mark stays silent for a few minutes, waiting for you to adjust, “It hurts, but not as much as I expected,” you admit. He hums in response, focused on his breathing and trying to push out the fact that he’s actually inside you.

You stay like that for a few moments, just you and him in your own embrace. You push him back again until his lying down on his back and start moving tentatively. He lets you do the work as you grind your hips in slow, tight circles, bouncing a little and trying to adjust to his size. Your insides are like a hot, velvety glove that wraps tightly around his shaft and milks it gently.

Your breathing gets faster and more ragged as you grind against him. He traces a path from your thigh to your clit with his thumb and rubs it gently. your eyes fly open and you hump faster as your own climax approaches.

Mark spurts of semen coat your insides as his control caves in. He squeezes the soft flesh of your breasts with the other hand as the pleasure mounts to dizzying heights. The pleasure rises as you keep thrusting down on his length until you remain still, but your insides are a different matter altogether. Your insides pulsate erratically, your slick channel’s warmth providing a giddy pleasure. You bite down on your lip and attempt to stifle your moans. Your breathing becomes hard as your nails dig into his chest, making him grit his teeth as the pain combines with pleasure.

As the tide fades, you lie down on top of him with your forehead resting on his chest. His dick slides out of you and electric tingles shoot lazily from your over stimulated nerves as the head slides against your skin.

“Mark?” you ask after some time.

“Hmm?”

You trace a finger on his chest, drawing abstract patterns of circles and triangles. “Do you love me?”

He stares up at the dotted lights, wondering what you’re up to. “I think I do.”

“You think?” you laugh.

“I don't know what it’s like to be in love.”

“What about your family?”

“That’s a different kind of love. Certainly different than this,” he emphasizes squeezing a palm over your breasts.

You smile. “Sometimes I wish you’d stop making this much sense.”

“Me too.”

***

The first rays of the sun hit your face, waking you up. You swear you had only closed your eyes to rest them for a while, but somehow you ended up sleeping the entire night.

Mark’s asleep too, this time to your side with an arm draped over you.

“Good Morning.” You whisper, intertwining your fingers with his.

He mumbles something back and scoots closer. You contend yourself by studying him. His hair is astray, and his face radiant. He looks peaceful, serene and ethereal. And its nerve wrecking to think, he’s yours.

You know you can’t live without him. When time comes for him to leave once again, a part of you will hate yourself for falling into this that brings nothing but pain for the two of you. A part of you hates his profession as much as you know you shouldn't. You don’t want to let go.

“What are you thinking?” He’s barely awake, but alert enough to have sensed your inner turmoil.

“About you,” you say. “About us.”

“I love you."

You stare at him, the question evident in your eyes. After all, he had claimed to be unaware about love just the night before.

“This is the most I’ve felt and cared about someone else,” he confesses. “If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.”

You kiss him, a soft lingering touch. “I thought you’d never say that.”

“I know you’ve been hurt before,” he continues. “I’m not the perfect guy, but I’ll try my best to give you whatever I have.”

You kiss him again. There’s no urgency to it, just a gentle reminder of what you are. It grows fierce, but you pull back.

“I need you.” He whispers, breaking away. You roll over obediently until you’re face to face. You pump his shaft until it’s rock hard and wraps your legs around his hips.

“I’m all yours.”

He slides against your silken lips, finding your opening and pushing inside. You groan as he sheaths himself inside you slowly, inch by inch. He expects a bit of dryness as you had cleaned up last night, but to his surprise, your channel is slick and ready. As your hips merge, he pumps the last inch inside you quickly, mashing against your clit and taking your breath out.

There’s more control this time. He keeps a steady rhythm of pumping inside and grinding against your clit at a few intervals. He wraps his lips around an erect nipple, suckling on it and making you gasp.

You shudder unexpectedly as he thrusts harder, feeling his own orgasm approach. He buries himself to your hilt and lets loose spurts of semen inside you. The two of you mold into one. He stays there, taking his weight on his arms and knees instead of crushing you beneath.

“I love you too,” you whisper softly, the smile lingering on your lips.

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

The kids pt 2

BB: we're back all you weirdos that enjoy senpai's blog! Here again to show you the kiddos with this convoluted lore dump of post Chaldea life for senpai and his family!

Mari: please, stop talking in such a stupid way...

BB, ignoring her: a lots happen since the last time we did this! We even learned where lovely lil Maria's name came from. And daaaaww, wasn't that a sweet story?

Ed: BB, can we please get started? Sis is eyeing that water bottle and I'm afraid of what she'll do with it and our computer if you don't hurry.

BB: fine fine! Dang Mari you are just no fun huh? Anyways, just like before we're discussing the others who got a second chance at life and how they're viewed through the eyes of these two! So who first? How about, my lil darlings! The first 3 members of the Sakura 5!

Mari: why only the first 3?

BB: spoilers!

Mari: stupid. Well we've seen that Melt became a famous ice skating performer. We don't see her much but the few times we do it's pretty nice.

Ed: sometimes she acts like a big shot celebrity out in the open, but she seems more humble around us.

BB: yeah, that's melty for ya. I gave her a good amount of tsun! Have you seen the picture of her before this tho?

Mari: yeah... pretty weird. Why did you give her huge blades for legs and no hands?

BB: I guess it's just a part of my twisted lil personality!

Ed: and you wonder why Mom wants you gone from our computers.

Mari: and Lip seems happy, she's found love with someone, and her partner seems to truly love her. So that's nice.

Ed: and she's changed even more from before. No huge metal claws and a slimmer body.

Mari: again, wtf BB?

BB: pls stop asking me questions.

Ed: and Protea is also happily in a more normal body then before. But for her it was just too big.

Mari: she still acts like a Kaiju sometimes.

BB: yes, those three are in such happy lives. As their mother I'm so happy for them.

Mari: stop lying or I'm pouring root beer all over the computer.

BB: do not! Moving devices is a pain in the ass!

BB: *sigh* anyways, whose next? Hmmm... what about lil miss Gorgon?

Mari: we don't see her much, the only times we do she's forcefully dragged by mom and her friends.

Ed: and she's always hiding her face and such. She has self esteem issues for some reason.

BB: yeah, and those reasons are called "Stheno" and "Euryale"

Mari: such shitty sisters. Where do they get off messing with 'Dusa about her height?

BB: who knows?

Ed: she isn't even that tall... mom's taller and she's never self conscious.

BB: have you not heard the heaps of praise your father gives her about that?! It's so much I get sick hearing it!

Mari: oh be quiet! What I wouldn't give to have such a beautiful relationship!

Ed: woah! This is the first time hearing you say something like that!

Mari: ...well yeah... when I was young I kinda did that silly kid thing of being grossed out by their affection. It was so much I honestly thought they overdid it in front of us just to mess with us. But growing up... and seeing them still like that and the old videos from Chaldea and how everyone else talks about them... that's real genuine love! I hope one day to find a partner like that.

Ed: yeah, I'm so happy we were born into a genuinely loving family! Sometimes I hear stories of kids born because their parents thought it'd save their relatives, when they should've gone to therapy or something instead!

BB: this conversations nice and all but can we get back on topic? It's almost time for you to walk the lil mutts.

Mari: right... now who?

BB: well speaking of mutts, what about that lil dog Lobo?

Ed: lil!? He's huge! Biggest wolf I've ever seen!

Mari: and they said he was bigger back in chaldea too! Like holy crap!

BB: yeah, he got huge.

Mari: now he's at this wolf sanctuary and seems to be fine with humans now.

Ed: yeah, and he's found a nice mate again. White just like La Blanca!

Mari: you think he used his grail wish to be reunited with her? And she's the same wolf?

BB: why wouldn't that be cute? Anyways, let's do one last servant. Hmmm... actually! Why don't you talk about your dear 'ol mother?

Mari: mom? OK, I guess technically that'd fit.

Ed: well after she reincarnated she became a famous luchadora! She was an unstoppable force in the ring!

Mari: yeah, she was unbeatable! Never suffering a single defeat for her whole career!

BB: buuuuut! She retired! Care to say why?

Ed: well... after she became pregnant with us... she had to leave the ring.

Mari: and... the responsibility of taking care of us didn't allow for time to return to fighting... so she hasn't come back since.

BB: yeah, that's the thing about childcare, it can get in the way of other things.

???: BB, you better not be messing with the children!

Mari: oh hey mom!

Ed: what's going on?

Quetz: it's time to walk the dogs, come on your father's already outside!

Mari: crap! Sorry!

Ed: we're going now!

After the kids went out, Quetz had more words for the ai.

Quetz: you just can't help but try to mess around huh?!

BB: all I did was tell the truth! Can't control their reactions!

Quetz: do this again and I'm burning every device you've been in! I don't care if we lose some data, you're gone if you go too far!

BB: fine! Don't need to take it that far!

Quetz: this is you were dealing with here

Rex, from outside: mi corazon! Come on!

Quetz: coming!

Quetz then goes outside to join the family

A/N: more of the kiddos. Along with what Quetz got up to in between this and Chaldea. BB can get a bit too Mischievous at times.

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[pdxbeerandmystery]

La Vida Loca Low Carb Vegan Borscht

The thing I don't want to talk about yet is my friend dying. So I made soup. Soup is something you do when you don't feel well. This is like the anti-online recipe, where instead of hearing about my kids, dog, and DIY flower pantry, you will read about gloomy angst. Also, I only took one photo and its really bad. Kind of gorey looking, really.

My friend had a disease that required a careful diet and lifestyle. But that was not in her personality. "You are only here once, so enjoy it. La vida loca."

Still, I found myself gagging at the thought of alcohol and foods that I knew had contributed to my friends early death.

Thus, La Vida Loca Low Carb Vegan Borscht was born. I took out the potatoes, so maybe I took out all the fun.

Is it weird that Russian soup remade by an American Indian has a Spanish name? I hope so.

La Vida Loca Low Carb Vegan Borscht

5 cups water (may need to add more as it cooks out)

2 heaping tbsps red miso

Optional: 2 tsp browning liquid

1 yellow onion, roughly chopped

4 cloves garlic

3 large celery sticks, diced

2-3 cups cabbage, shredded or thinly sliced

1 tomato, cubed

235g or 1 to 1 1/2 cups shredded or finely chopped beets

1-2 tsps dried dill

2 tsps paprika

1/4 cup apple cider vinegar

Salt and pepper to taste

Plain, unsweetened cashew yogurt

Begin to heat the water on medium-high heat. Add the miso. Use a hand blender to mix in the miso, or with some stirring, it will dissolve. Add the onion, garlic, and celery, dill and paprika. Bring to a boil, and then reduce to rolling simmer. Let simmer until onion becomes translucent. Add the tomato, cabbage and beets. Continue at a rolling simmer until vegetables are tender. You may need to add some water. Add apple cider vinegar. Use a handblender to partially blend soup, or use a masher, or just keep it chunky, if that's your vibe. Simmer for another 5-10 minutes until the vinegar has infused the beets. It's Borscht -you're *supposed* to cook the hell out of it. Salt and pepper to taste.

Serve, adding a nice big dollap of cashew yogurt to each bowl. This is not a garnish, it is part of the total experience.

~~~Notes~~~

*I used a package of precut beet "zoodles" and highly suggest going this route

* I used more seasonings and vinegar than listed, but some of us are just extra like that. And you aren't supposed to just say, "put whatever tastes good to you," down when you write a recipe.

*What the hell is browning liquid? Well, its a weird niche product that my mother's generstion swore by for just 1 or 2 recipes they'd prepare a couple of times a year. As far as I can tell, its a sort of concentrated vegetable broth. Its been confirmed vegan, but does contain nitrates, so I'm open to hearing about results if you try alternatives. I'm considering vegan Worcester sauce, or blackstrap molasses.

*Thanks for sticking with me. Damn your eyes.

[hoopdiddies]

I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: I was on vacay for a while and I had a hard time thinking the plot through but this could work. If you want to be tagged, just ask me uwu

Summary (for the entire series Ofc) : You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Word count: 2148

Tags: None

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. And some angst, yet again *sigh*

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Parallel to the nature of the grimace present on your face shrouded by the umbra of the umbrella, the thunderclouds become bleaker and unwelcoming, complimenting the harsh pour of the rain on the city. In your mind, it could just get worse.

You tighten your grasp on the stem of your umbrella, the pressure of your grip making the veins in your wrist visible. To think you were enthused to spill the news to him, only to end up feigning the real one because you couldn't bring yourself to accept what must be.

You know he loves you, he loves you so much. He tells you 24/7. But that love is purely limited to hugs, small arguments, spontaneous fits of laughter, gentle pats on the back and forehead kisses. Compared to the almost spiritual connection he has with his fiancee. You've known and been around him longer than you could remember and yet, you're always several steps behind.

Well how else does platonic love compare to something romantic and sexual?

You stop in your tracks just half way through the wet sidewalk and stare at your reflection on a puddle beneath you. The tears dripping from your cheeks making bigger ripples on the puddle in contrast to the ones made by the rain. You sniffle, wiping your eyes quickly with your sleeve.

You hear a faint ring from your pocket and pull out your phone, seeing Lucy's name flash on the screen. You swipe the answer button and go on walking along the moist pavements.

"Hey Luce!" You blurt to hide the cracks in your voice.

"Y/N! Where are you right now? I just got back from a photoshoot and I want to hang out with you!" She giggles through the line and you keep your eyes ahead.

"Well I'm walking back home-"

"In the rain? You could get sick!"

"Lucy, relax. I'm covered up."

She sighs in relief, chuckling at her little mistake. "Sorry there. But mind if I stop by at your place?"

You don't think twice before answering, feeling the need to have some company. "Of course. Hurry up, I'm almost home." You aren't though, you're a dozen blocks away from your destination but you kind of want her to be there just in time for you to...vent.

You hear an audible slam echo from the line, almost coming off as a car door slammed close. "I'm on the road, I'll see you, Y/N!" You hum in response, your mouth curving slightly to the side. "You too, Lucy. Drive safely."

She bids you adieu for the meantime and you pick up your pace along the streets, careful not to glide recklessly over moist surfaces. The rain is not going to lighten very soon, you're sure of it.

As soon as you step foot into your living room after drying off, you are welcomed by a laid-back version of Lucy seated on the couch with a can of Mountain Dew in hand. You chuckle softly at how mellow she's positioned during such a weather, even more so at her choice of beverage.

"You're late." She shakes her head at you, pretending to be upset.

You shrug out of your coat and drape it over your shoulder, trudging to her and crouching down to hug her. "I am so sorry I left almost too quickly last night though."

She pats your back, letting a 'tsk' slip past her lips. "You are lucky Gwilym was there to accompany me."

"Hmm, he's not mad at Joe and me, is he? " Pulling away, you joke a little to cheer yourself up.

"No," she takes a sip of her can and puts it on the table, "in fact he's furious." This could be a little enlightening, a chat with Lucy to shed a beam of light on your mood. You take a seat next to her and begin your conversation. It's not much except that it's full of what happened at her photoshoot, the promotions she is required to attend, a few people she's had a little beef with and apparently her planned getaway with Rami to France. The topic is almost unilateral but you always take genuine interest in everything she says. Notwithstanding the fact that she constantly groans at the mention of the situations she underwent, you both still take a laugh out of it.

It's Lucy, she's a fascinating person with a fascinating life. You sometimes even wish you had her glam and eye for fashion.

She moves a lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead and looks at you curiosly. "Okay enough about me, what went on with you this week?"

You shrug, in an attempt to recall anything at all. "Not much. New Year's was a blast and last night's party was another thing," you turn your glance to your shoes, a frail smirk ghosting on your lips, eventually turning into a hopeful beam as your acceptance into the medical school flashes in your mind, "and... I got accepted into the medical school I applied for."

Lucy's eyes snap wide open at the news. "Shut up," she grabs you by the shoulders and gapes at you with eyes sparkling like they just found a heap of treasure, "you applied for medical school?" The slight disbelief and utter amazement can never be any clearer in her voice.

You nod happily and without warning, Lucy pulls you in for a tight hug, squealing at your success. "Oh my god, that's amazing! When did you get the letter? Have you told anyone?"

"I was sent an email from the institution this morning and told my parents and Joe about it soon after."

Lucy shifts on the couch, sliding her hands over her lap. "Which medical school though?"

"It's outside the country."

"Have you told Ben? "

With her question still hanging in thin air, you pause for a while before turning your head to her, shaking it slowly.

"Why?"

You stand up and head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your action confusing Lucy. "Y/N, are you okay?" She asks and you return on cue with your glass in hand. You let out a soft exhale and descend onto the couch. "I just...dont want to make him worry."

"Worry and Ben aren't exactly two words that mingle well. Solely in the context of a great news such as your acceptance."

"Of course, but I don't know how long I'll be gone." You notice your voice dwindle down to a whisper with the cast of your gaze to the side. The look on your face is deciphered by Lucy who's somehow adept at reading expressions, the blank that is your face making it easier for her.

And she suddenly knows what those furrowed brows mean. "There's something you're not telling me, Y/N. Just say it. I mean...even if you don't say it, I already hinted at it." She slides a hand over yours and you slowly turn to her, your expression becoming mildly stark. Of course she'd have a guess and it's only fair that she knows, she could help you get over it.

Your lips part but quiver as you try to find the right words. "I love him."

Lucy's gentle hold turns into a light squeeze, an indication of her comforting you. Her lips curve into a tender yet sad smile as she draws you in close again.

No matter how hard you're trying to let the tears fall, it just doesn't. It hurts but your tears aren't present to highlight that churning burn. Against all the odds to have them resurface in your eyes, you dip your head onto her shoulder and just squeeze your eyes shut. You mumble languidly on how it was an impulse to lie about your acceptance to Ben after he had broken the news about his engagement to you and soon after you had the thought that he would slowly forget about you once he and Rosy marry, and that your friendship wouldn't matter in the long run. As the decision that it'd be best if you go without him knowing, thinking it would make it easier for you to move on.

Lucy clears your face of your hair strands, staring at this once hidden,broken side of you. "I'm so sorry. I know this might not change a thing but you must tell him. He would never forget you, you're like the first person on his mind when he needs someone to talk to."

"Rosy's his life-"

"Y/N, don't demote yourself to a third party. You're more than what she is in his life," a brief pause from Lucy followed by a heartwarming emphasis, "you're his soulmate."

That word always meant something different to you. It involved a deep,romantic relationship but with how Lucy uttered it, it now means something entirely new. But you can't bring yourself to believe it. It's not a concept that can suture the gaping cut left in you.

With the little emotional strength left in you, you smile, launching at her with another hug as a requital to her presence during a time as this.

"I know it hurts...but- bloody, that's what love does to everyone."

--- (Apparent time skip 👀)

Amidst the hectic schedule your job has burdened you with throughout another week, never once have you faltered in between. You've gotten tons of invites to get-togethers during your weekend from friends yet out of the fear of losing all concentration on your duties, you turned them down politely. The second week of a new year means a new batch of spine-cracking, workload for everyone with jobs.

You're doing all this to save up for med school and it's something you tend to prioritize first and foremost. And regarding med school, you are to leave a month before enrollment to ensure your documents are in tacked and get served first. Since a few days before first semester arrives, enrollees would be lining up from different backgrounds and classes would be heavily filled. You have weeks left before your departure...and still, you haven't told Ben the truth...or talked to him in days, at least. For all you know, he could be on a tour, at a conference, an awards ceremony that you don't know of- certainly not the Oscars since you've been told that it's scheduled on February. He's probably busy enough to have other things in mind.

You discard the distraction and go about your business in your work area, with the intention of letting it purposefully distract you.

Minutes close to your dismissal, one of your co-workers strut in to invite you to have a drink with them. You could do no more than turn her down politely but with regards to the strain you've put yourself in with work, she insists and demands that you don't hesitate.

"But-" You try to protest, only to fail as she cuts you off. "I beg of you. Just for tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

You lightly clap your hands on the desk, springing from your chair with your head lightly tilted to one side. You turn your head to the wall clock on your far left and bob your head. "Do we leave now?"

"Most certainly. Come on!"

You haven't sped out of the building that fast with your colleagues before, not that it's not the first time but it certainly feels like it with how relieved you feel to go out. You needed a distraction from your personal ordeal and you got it, in the form of a night out for a drink.

You hit the pub that's just right across the street for the sake of convenience, half expecting your night to turn out eventful. A light buzz from your pocket stops you halfway into the entrance and slightly indisposed, you fish your phone out from your pocket, holding up your index finger at one of your colleagues to take the message you've received. They stride in ahead of you as you read the message, a little surprised to know Joe's back in London in the favor of Lucy who had asked him to come back. He's asked you out for a dinner with his friend but you tell him you're out for a drink with your colleagues, to which he replies with, "Mind if we join you then?"

And of course, you invite him over. Traipsing through the near rayless place to find your friends, hilariously realizing you're walking to the beat of the music coming from the speakers, you do a double-take at the table to your near left, quickly covering your face and speeding away to continue your search as the sight of Ben with his mates and Rosy ruins the first half of your evening.

What a distraction from a distraction.

[kyunsies]

hey mädch! how are you? sorry for taking so long to reply. i got a bit sick from overwork and my whole body kind of shut down? it got to the point where i couldn't eat or sleep and i ended up having panic attacks even just thinking about sleeping... like, no matter how well i was doing i just ended up feeling like i'd failed and idk i think i imploded. that big global launch i told you about reached thousands of people but it was like one of four jobs i'm also doing and with those stats idk i got myself so so pressured to keep it up (i'm really scared it'll end up failing tbh) and i think i went overboard with everything until my body decided stopping was the only way for me to stop - so i ended up having to take a week off to just kind to be healthy and alive?

thank you for being so kind as always, because i took time off i guess i ended up replying to my friends to just apologise for being so absent. i'm sure you understand how when you get overworked you can kind of end up just cutting things off and cutting everyone off and i think that happened with me a lot too? idk i think i just want to find a place that's healthier in general?

how is your job going? is it still going well? i hope you've been able to treat yourself with the money you're making as well what new albums did you buy? what shoes? i'm like you though! i get a bit obsessed with saving and i hate seeing my bank balance get too low as well.

i thought my favourite song was heaven but i'm really loving rotate more and more these days. but then i really like secrets... ah, there's no point picking haha! idk how i feel about eshy still working so much with them though. i'm so excited for their next english record cause aal was so good but... eshy? sigh.

i understand you very much - i was feeling like i deserved to be stressed all the time as well but i think that was me and that was kind of why i ended up a bit dead i think. you are so kind and aware and good and i am sure you will do amazing things. like, the fact you have doubts means that you're aware and considerate, and able to really push yourself as opposed to not thinking. one of my teachers used to say that the fact i was doubting meant that i was able to move up as opposed to just stand still so i believe it is the same for you and i am sure you will be able to do things that you want to do. i mean, you think far too well of me but you are so compassionate that i just think it's impossible for you to now succeed in your field! i had an ex who's dad was big in medicine and he used to say the best people in the field weren't like the most flashy or smart (though you are smart for sure) or academic etc but actually the best with people. so i believe in you!

omg ok that has been a whole ass essay!! ahhhhhhhh (sorry!) but <3 i hope you're super good. love you!!

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HELLO LOVE !!!!! <3 it's been a little while hasn't it ?? it's okay !!! i know u are heaps busy, i'm just happy when i'm able to finally hear from u again <3

oh god hun are u feeling better at least? u overwork urself so much ;____; you are doing so many amazing things, you will never be anything less than a fantastic person u know that right? i know i can't sit here and tell u otherwise bc i feel like we have similar tendencies, like no matter how hard we work or if we get good results we won't settle for it bc we are always looking at a flaw . but i really am proud of all that u do :( i could only dream to be as hard working at u are , i look up to ur work ethic . i hope the panic attacks have gotten a little better tho bc that's not healthy :( you are doing more than enough :( i am so happy u have decided to take a week off tho love really u deserve it after your hours and hours of hard work ;___; truly!! <3 i think everything will go well bc i know u gave it everything, with your dedication i'm sure the project will be just fine okay?

and pls i totally understand what u mean bub .... when things get a lot or even when things aren't so busy sometimes it's just hard you know? there are still ppl i need to message to make sure they know i think about them all the time but like i said last time i want to make sure that all the responses i give to ppl are genuine and not half-assed so i usually dedicate a message for them when i know i'm in a good headspace to answer ;____; but i don't think theres anything wrong with that :( as long as u eventually get back to ppl who care about u i don't think they care about how long it takes for u to get back to them as long as u do it at some point so they know u are still thinking of them :( ppl know ur busy love (hopefully) and they shouldn't look down on u or think of u badly if they understand ur situation <3

my job is going okay love they're re-organizing all of our files tho and i've just been trying to get everything all nice for them bc we're kinda getting rid of the old system and i want everything to be nice and in it's place before i leave to back to my final year of uni :') i've been making good money for me tho and yesterday i treally treated myself with some much needed nice clothes .... i might have dropped $200 hhh which isn't really much but when i buy clothes i tend to splurge on better quality stuff ,,, it's why i don't buy a lot of clothes in the first place LDKFJ bc i know it's going to be expensive whatever i buy :') i ended up only getting version 2 + 4 of the one of a kind albums !!!!!!!! i think i'll order the other ones later, i didn't think i should spend about $100 in one sitting sdlkfskd it just didn't feel right . and i did end up getting the shoes !! i got some nice white leather platform tennis shoes, i'm very happy about the purchase, i've been wearing them everyday :D we really are the same when it comes to spending money i see HHSDLFJLSKDFJ <3

also u are SO VALID about one of a kind lol in the beginning i was like omg rotate rotate rotate but like i said last time my fav is definitely heaven ;____; it is so dang comforting for me idk what it is but i have deemed it my top 3 emotional support mx songs so for me they are now amen, gravity, and heaven <3 AND OH MY GOD i agree with this so hard ...... i'm actually really excited about what mx has in store next ....... i dislike eshy with every fiber of my being but !!!!!! idk i'm always excited what mx has i really don't even care as long as they give them free range that's all i ask ;____; and i know ppl are concerned about them going overboard with working but ...... if they didn't want to do it they don't have to !!! i think they crave making music and i think the more opportunities they get the happier they are . they only get this life once u know !!! why not make the absolute most of it <3 just without eshy lol

and lastly ....... this last part got me right here ;_____; how are u so understanding ...... u know exactly what to say all the time :( i've really have been dreading this last year of uni, i don't feel like i'm ready for this . i'm scared to look for a job, i'm scared no one will want me, i'm scared that i won't be able to work int he NICU like how i want to ;____; i'm scared i'm going to screw everything up . i just want to be a good nurse, i want to finally have some confidence in what i do :( i always get so anxious about this stuff, i have so many classmates telling me just to calm down and that i worry too much so i often think something is wrong with me ..... but i worry bc i care about what i do and i want to do it correctly .. i don't know how to say this but u have given me so much comfort just reading this :( i put u in such high regard bc u work really hard and i can tell u are good at what u do for work !! it's crazy that YOU think I am something to be proud of when u are already out there in the working world, being a really damn good adult and being responsible when i'm just me being so insecure about everything i do and i'm not even graduated yet . i just blows my mind u think of me this way and that in it of itself is just ........................ u are so kind ;____; i hope u realize how good of a person u are and you are just one of those ppl i don't even hav to meet and i just naturally look up to u :( so thank u so much .... i really hope u are able to take care of yourself on this break . and remember i am here any time okay !!!!! no matter how many days pass i am always here happy to hear from u okay?? pls take care, i love u angel !!!!!!!! <3