#and I can't help but feel that invisible pull from my mom.. already leaving the room after being there for only 5 minutes

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How I Met Your Father. 18 [Finale, AppleRadio, radioapple]

How We Met Heaven

Lucifer flew over the city, his eyes in red as he was trying to detect the location of the new angelic power that had entered in his realm. All the while trying to hold onto Alastor grabbing to his neck with his ears pulled back and squeezing so hard that would have already crushed someone's else ribs. They were both invisible because of another spell so nobody would have to see the radio demon trembling on his arms.

"Babe" said Lucifer as Alastor was digging his claws on his vest. "You could be going on your own with your own wings, you know."

"No, that is not happening" was the irritated response.

He threw a glance to the ground and grabbed even stronger to Lucifer. The fluffy ears were glued firmly against his head. Lucifer hold him in return, even as he rolled his eyes.

"You were the one who insisted on coming! I told you could stay at home until I was back."

"Concentrate just in finding them!" Alastor growled, burying his head on his shoulder.

Lucifer shook his head and kept searching the area, moving as fast as he could. Truly he didn't had any reason to go through this trouble. Whoever had fallen after him had nothing to do with him nor was his job to receive them. He knew that, and yet, he could't ignore a certain feeling of dread for what he imagined they could find. Neither of them had said it, but he was pretty sure that same feeling was the same reason why Alastor wanted to come along.

At some point, one of the ears of Alastor stand up, following with a sound. Lucifer also heard it and moved towards that point before he could say anything. They landed on an open area in a park near a lake. Alastor immediately took the chance to grab to the soil with his hands, so relieved to not be on the air anymore that he didn't notice Lucifer going forward. The loud whinning noises and sobbing were coming from behind some bushes.

When Lucifer cut them out of the way with his way, a young seraphim lifted her gaze and he instantly recognize her. The seraphim who helped him out to contact Alastor's mom. Her name still needed a second to reach his tongue, thanks to what Alastor told them that morning.

"Emily" finally said.

"No, no, no" was the crying response as Emily retrieves more back. Her normally pristine blue hair was tettered and burns, revealing her naked feet turned into pure black like charcoil. She was grabbing to her shoulder and rocking herself. A pool of golden blood had formed just behind her, most likely dripping from where her wings had just burn to the base. It still smelled like burnt feathers in the air. "No, no, no, this can't be happening. You can't be here, I can't be here."

"Hey, it's okay" said Lucifer, softly.

Emily let out a strangled sob and covered her head with her hands, eyes squeezed so tight as if that somehow was going to stop the pain she was still enduring. Her fingers were blackening too and each portion that devoured her was another mark she was never going to get rid off. His heart broke at the sight. He didn't even need to ask to know that she didn't deserve that.

"Emily" called Alastor, reaching them at last, breathless. He took another step forward, kneeling in front of the angel fallen. He wasn't surprised, but one had to give one look at his eyes to the anger he was containing. His voice still came out soft when talking to her. "My dear, you have to let Lucifer help you."

At hearing his voice, Emily lifted her head for a moment before more tears occupied her eyes.

"It hurts so bad" she cried, curling on herself, almost turning herself into a turtle. "Please, make it stop. Please."

"Coming!" Lucifer jumped in the air, floating right above Emily to evaluate the damage. The fabric of her dress had practically giving out completely to leave her back exposed, six profound wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding. "Okay, I can do this" said to himself, rubbing his hands together. "Don't move a muscle, sweetie. This will help you out, I promise."

Emily sniffled as an answer, shielding herself with her arms. Her body jerked when Lucifer put his hands on her shoulders, his magic expanding for the sound. The effect was almost immediate: she slumped on the ground as if all her strings were cut at once. Alastor took her hand as her sobbing became less violent and Emily gave a weak squeeze in response, going stronger the more magic Lucifer was applying.

"Is this real?" murmured Emily to the ground. "I-I don't remember what happened. I just remember a flash of light and then… then it was fire all over."

Alastor's ears twitched as Lucifer looked up with painful sympathy all over his face.

"I am afraid so, dear" said Alastor, sitting closer to brush at her hair, now even more irregular tan before with the portions that were burned out on her fall. A nice haircut would do her good when she was up for it.

Emily hiccuped a little and didn't say anything more until Lucifer managed to completely close her wounds, leaving smooth areas of scar tissue where her wings used to be. At no point she had let go of Alastor's hand.

"That is it" declared Lucifer a sigh. "Now I am going to put you into another dress, honey, okay? This one is falling apart. Is that fine with you?"

Emily's head nodded slowly and a snap of fingers later, she was wearing a new pale blue dress that looked right out of the store. Sniffling yet, Emily used her hands to sat down slowly, looking at the two beings like a lost sad puppy, without any idea of what to do. The blue of her eyes had been replaced by a vivid red surrounded by yellow, like Lucifer's. Lucifer brow furrowed, as if that was the last undeniable proof that confirmed what happened.

"Ah! You are obviously staying at the hotel with us, sweetie, don't worry about that!" said Lucifer quickly, opening a portal and offering his own hand to help her to stand up.

"But…"

"No buts. I am not leaving you here alone" insisted Lucifer and smiled gently, kneeling sligthy almost as a bow. Fallens had to stick together. "Come on, it will be fine. More comfortable than the ground, that is for sure."

With another sniffle, Emily took his hand finally and stand up. Alastor hold her up with the other, just in case she was feeling dizzy. Her transformation had been seemingly more brutal than his. At least Lucifer was immediately there to take off the worst of it. The puddle of blood they were behind extended beyond the bushes, as if Emily had dragged herself there in agony to be alone. Far behind a smokey cratter must have been her place of landing.

"There we go, good job" encouraged Lucifer, passing through the portal himself before bringing Emily in. It was one of the many new rooms in the hotel, light activated with a gesture of the wrist. He took Emily to the bed and let her sit down, squeezing her hand. "Babe, can you go bring Charlie up? She should know about this."

Alastor frowned until he realized that Lucifer was talking to his shadow on the floor, not him. The shadow nodded it's head, quickly going out. Emily contemplated her own hands now and lifted her feet, turned into demonic white goat legs with black hooves.

"Oh" she said, as it was another stab on her back and then threw a glance to Lucifer, a small blush on her wet cheeks. "Sorry, no offense."

"Hey, it's fine" Lucifer chuckled, rubbing her arm. "It is shocking seeing those changes all of the sudden."

Emily brought both her hands back to whipe her tears, looking around the room.

"Is this the hotel?" She inhaled deeply, her eyebros still low but more calmed than before at least. "It's… it's nice. Really. I like the colors."

"Courtesy of yours truly" Lucifer chuckled a little and Emily managed the smallest of smiles, before lowering her head again. "And… thanks for being kind to Alastor up there. That was really nice of you."

Only then did she seemed to notice Alastor sitting at her side. She blinked and tilted her head.

"Why are you wearing a illusion spell right now?"

Alastor wasn't even surprised. It would only make sense that another seraphim, a rank only one step down Lucifer, would have a good eye to detect magic.

"To try to conceil my new state" explained naturally, lifting his sleeve to press at the sigil two times. When he looked at Emily again, she made a tiny gasp at his bright green eyes. "We are currently going with the narrative that I just came back from the dead with new powers, no further explanation needed. For that, I needed to look like I was before I was dragged to Heaven."

"So… nobody knows about how redemption is possible here?"

"The residents of this hotel will know. I would like to keep it that way for now. We still aren't sure of what made me go to Heaven in the first place, dear" added when Emily didn't seem convinced. "If we go around saying that they accept me, people might understand that as a free card to try to imitate me or hurt themselves thinking is the only way up."

"With one Al we have more than enough" commented Lucifer, as Alastor nodded in agreement, "and people don't need more excuses to hurt each other in Hell."

"I guess that makes sense" Emily sighed, holding her hands on her lap. "I was hoping that it would be a big deal, that is all, but I guess that was too naive."

"For whatever is worth, we don't rule out someday being more open about it" conceded Alastor. "Perhaps when we have more success stories to share."

Lucifer cleared his throat.

"So…" started Lucifer, lifting his legs to the bed to sit over them to look at Emily, "do you maybe want to talk about how this happened, sweetie? If you are comfortable with that, of course! No judgement at all. Nobody here is going to defend Heaven anyway. I am sure it was something very stupid like asking the wrong question or answering it or something like that."

Emily looked down, frowning as if struggling to get the words out.

"I-I don't even know where to start. Alastor's scape has been the only thing everyone was talking about…" She turned to Alastor with an ironic smile. "The winner who voluntarely sold his soul to the devil in order to fall from Heaven. That is no doubt going to put you on the list of notable souls."

Alastor huffed.

"Let's make one thing clear, dear" said, serious but with a softer tone on his voice. "I didn't fall and I didn't just sold my soul. That would imply that Heaven rejected me, but I never gave them the chance. I rejected Heaven first and then gave my soul to a better owner to fix their mistake" He caught a glance of Lucifer staring at him, adoring eyes and a small curvature of his lips that forced him to concentrate on Emily. "Futhermore, we haven't explained not even to the residents about the exact conditions in which I was able to return. Only us and Charlie knows. Since you will be staying here, I will ask you to keep that information locked tight too."

"Oh, sure, no problem" said Emily. It was clear that from her perspective, what Alastor had done didn't have the same implications for her as it did for the rest of hell, but was willing to respect his wish regardless. "Um… did it hurt for you too when…"

"When I returned home?" finished Alastor. That was the only right description for it. "It was unpleasant to say the least. Luckily Lucifer could take care of it on the spot."

Emily turned her gaze to Lucifer, same question on her face, but not daring to make it.

"It hurt for me too" said Lucifer with ease. More than thousands of years from it, he could at least talk about that without grimacing. "I didn't had anyone closing my wounds, though. I had to wait for that one. But hey, it passed, eventually!" added with a cheery note. "You will get used to the temperature and smell in no time too."

"I guess… I don't really have a choice" murmured Emily, looking down again.

"Here you will always have a choice" said Lucifer, coming closer to pet her head. "Nobody is retaining you. If at some point you ever want to get out the hotel or do something else, we will help you out, right, Al?"

"Of course" Emily was surprised to hear him and he chuckled. "We are not like Heaven, my dear. You will find out that soon enough."

There was a knock in the door.

"Um, dad? Are you there?" asked Charlie.

"Oh, gosh" let out Emily, trying to brush her hair, ending up with a few strands on her hand. Her look of utter shame spoke volumes. Alastor made a slight gesture for his husband in her direction.

"Wait a second, duckling!" called Lucifer and then snapped his fingers, the hair of Emily instantly put on a braid over her shoulders as all the dirt and spots of golden blood dissapeared from her.

Emily smiled to him, grateful.

"Okay, now you can come in!" indicated Lucifer.

Charlie did, just in time with Alastor's shadow that went to occupy his place under the demon. She was dressed up on her red pajamas already, but her hair ws tied on a simple ponytail. Vaggie was coming along with her, since the shadow insisted both could come in.

"Papa, what did you need me fo…" Charlie stopped mid sentence when she saw the bed. "Is that… Are you…?"

"Hi, Charlie. Hi, Vaggie" greeted Emily, squeezing her hands together.

"Holy shit" said Vaggie, quickly closing the door behind them.

"No way!" Charlie came closer, her face fighting between being happy to see her or being sad because she knew what it meant her presence there. With a mix of both, she still went to hug her and Emily seemed to appreciate that, giving her a sincere if weaker squeeze. Vaggie frowned at that. "What…" Charlie looked over at her parents. "What are you doing here, Em?"

"Are you okay?" was the first question of Vaggie, still frowning, but now with concern. Her compassion was bigger than her displeasure as seeing that Charlie still hold a hand of Emily. "Do you need anything?"

"No, no, I am fine… I think. Thank you. Lucifer helped out" Emily smiled to the devil. "I am sorry I didn't react as well as I could have when I saw you."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I get it. Who wants to see the devil, right?" Alastor arched an eyebrow at that and Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I mean people who didn't intend for it, babe."

"She will be the new resident of this hotel, dear" said Alastor, ignoring the clarification to see at his daughter.

"Oh, of course, for sure!" Charlie smiled brighter to Emily, taking both her hands. "You can stay as long as you want! If you do ever need anything, no doubt into telling us."

Emily nodded, her shoulder slumping as she seemed to finally relax after everything.

"Thank you. You are all… very kind" said Emily, slumping in place. Her expression turned sad looking to a side. "A lot kinder than what I have seen until now, for sure."

"Tell me about it" commented Vaggie, going up to rub the back of Charlie.

An unspoken understanding went through the two girls before Emily sighed.

"Alright, so I guess I should explain how it happened."

"You don't have to do anything, sweetie" clarified Lucifer, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You can just rest now if you want. Talk only when you feel ready for it."

As Charlie nodded emphatically to his words, Emily shook hers.

"No, I feel like you should probably listen" said, looking at Alastor. "It's um kinda related to your mom."

"Is she okay?" was the immediate response of Alastor.

"Yes. Yes, of course, it's just…" Emily groaned, taking her finger to press her temples. "Okay, so. You called Lucifer and caused a bunch of fires in Heaven and killed a cherub. Nobody liked that so they started looking into how it could be. They were talking about maybe vanishing your mom too from Heaven because they thought that she had anything to do with how you pulled it off."

"She didn't. I specifically did everything behind her back."

"I know! I mean, she told me herself and I believed her. But they were so insistent on it that… it got me so mad!" From Emily's head two small horn started to sprout as she remembered. The more she spoke, the more her new horns grew without her noticing or paying any attention to it. "I have been telling them for months that they should let you go, that it was easier for everyone that way if you really didn't want to be there. That Heaven did not have a point at all if we are just going to act like a prison for any soul. And no matter how much I insisted, they kept saying the same thing, over and over and over again!"

"It's against the rules" said Lucifer and Vaggie on the same tired tone.

"That!" With her exclamation, a little poof of fire came out of Emily's mouth that made left stunted for a second. But she quickly moved past it. "So when it finally happened, finally there was some consequences for imprisioning someone, they immediately went looking for anyone else to blame. They even put a truth spell on Evelyn to make sure that she wasn't lying and she wasn't, so it didn't do anything for her, but it was still so… Why can't you just listen to what anyone is saying? There are thousands upon thousands of souls in the entire world, million borns everyday! Someone was bound to want another pact sooner or later! Why we couldn't just accept that for what it was? They tried so hard to make it look like it was all about that cherub, but I know very well none of them even knew their name! When Evelyn didn't work for them as a scapegoat, they turned to me and suddenly all my visits to you looked soooo suspicious and oh, suddenly they all remembered how I agreed with Charlie that Heaven should, you know, be virtuous enough to not commit genocide? That is not a high bar to reach! Or at least be open to the possibility souls can be redeemed! And Sera" added, the horn crowing more, "Sera was trying to convince them that I was just confused because I was young and naive and they shouldn't hold against me how I was obviously tricked by an evil soul and I… I just lose it, okay?" She turned to Alastor. "You never tricked me! You were mean sometimes and you were blackmailing to tell you where cherubs went so, you know, that wasn't nice either, but I visited you all those times because I wanted to! Because you needed a friend and nobody else was willing to do that and I actually liked talking to you! I wasn't tricked into doing any of that!"

"I know, dear" said Alastor, but Emily kept going, too entranced in her own words.

"Did I like what you did with what I tell you? No. Did I felt a little used? Yes. But you said you wanted to go for so long, from day one, and they weren't going to let you, so what else were you supposed to do? Just take that as some kind of punishment? We were supposed to give souls eternal rest, not that! So I said, if Heaven is so perfect and knows everything so well, then how come an evil soul ever entered at all! We were responsibles for keeping you there in the first place, not you! They were wrong about redemption, maybe they were wrong about something else! Maybe Heaven shouldn't exist if this is all we are going to do everytime something is different than us! I am not naive because I can see all of this sucks!" Emily panted, her head low. Her fingers over the cover of the bed squeezed tight. "Then… there was a loud sound, like a thunder. I couldn't see anything in front of me. The next thing I knew I… I was here."

Charlie, almost letting out angry tears, reached forward to hug her tight. Emily breath in deeply, her eyes wet too, but let out a small laugh as she blinked it away and patted her arm.

"I never intended that to happen, dear" said Alastor after a while, sincerely. He was assuming that they were going to take it like another normal occurrence, but never expected or wanted to go to that extreme.

"I know" said Emily, sighing again, not meeting his eyes. "It's not your fault. You didn't had a choice. And I did talked far more that I should have so, joke's on me I guess."

"No, no, it wasn't your fault either" said Lucifer, rubbing her back. "Heaven is… it was always like that. You didn't do anything wrong by pointing it out."

"You spoke out of compassion for someone else" added Vaggie, keeping her own arms crossed, but looking at Emily with a familiar uncomfortable pain. "And you were punished for it. I know the feeling, but it wasn't your mistake."

Emily looked over at Vaggie over the shoulder of Charlie.

"You too?" asked with a small voice.

Vaggie nodded. Emily reached her hand out for her and then pulled her closer to wrap her arm around her.

"Sorry I didn't notice before" murmured against her shoulder. "I never met a fallen or sinner before so I wouldn't know the difference then. I am sure you did what you thought was right."

Vaggie tigthen up the arm grabbing her and Charlie kissed her head, the three accomodating to enclose around each other as Lucifer looked them on, as if about to cry. Alastor forced himself to count until 8 to let them have that moment and then cleared his throat to bring their attention back to him.

"Not to spoil the sentiment, but what about my mother?" asked, trying very hard to no sound irritated and barely managing. "What happened after they interrogated her?"

Vaggie and Charlie straighten up, Vaggie keeping an arm at the back of Charlie. She would also want to know about her own grandma. Emily shook her head.

"I don't know exactly. I think they talked about keeping an eye out on her. She had just come out the room when I started speaking."

Alastor did not like that at all. Keeping an eye on her could be as innocuos as letting her come back home with some pesky angel keeping watch on her to verify she was truly just another soul who deserved to be in Heaven, or it could be as malicious as locking her up on the same asylum he was in until they were convinced she wasn't a danger to anyone.

Lucifer understood that, read it on his face as clearly as if spelled out for him, and clapped his hands together. Emily jumped a little.

"Well, that is no good enough" declared Lucifer, standing up from the bed. He conjured up his apple staff to hold on his hand, gracing the floor underneath. "I personally think it's time to have a visit with Heaven to make sure they are treating my mother in law okay. Don't you agree, Al?"

Alastor could, and would have, kissed him if it weren't for Emily in the middle. Until he was able to, he nodded with a bigger smile.

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Saint Peter had another boring day. Very few soul had arrived in the last half hour, so he gave himself a break permitted to start playing on his phone. But as luck would have it, he had just started winning when a portal opened up in front of the golden road and he looked up. That was new. Normally new souls just appeared, seemingly from the cloud, so portals were not common way to get into Heaven. The last time he saw one was well that Morningstar kid appeared, but nothing came out from that one portal before it was closed. Maybe someone made a mistake?

"Ehem" called a voice and he had to look over his book to see a tiny man all dressed in white, with a ridiculous also white top hat that he had to hold to look up. He had no idea who that was. "Good morning! You are Saint Peter, right? The one who welcomes new souls?"

"Yes, yes, I am" said, smiling despite the confusion. "In what can I help you?"

"Ah, I see" said the stranger. "You were after my time."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't feel like it" The tiny man smiled. "It's fine, you are just the doorman. Can you call over Sera here, if you can do me that favor?"

Saint Peter felt his smile tense up, having now a horrible feeling at the back of his neck.

"Who… who wants to see her?" asked as the tiny man's smile widen up, showing a bunch of sharp pointy teeth.

"Tell her that Lucifer Morningstar is paying her a visit. Don't worry, I remember the rules. I won't move from here while you bring her" added, just as about Saint Peter hold up the book against his chest, as if he made any move to burn it, which he didn't it. If anything, his reaction brought on a little chuckle out of him.

"S-sure. One Sera coming right up!" said, pulling out his phone.

Just a moment later, the voice of Sera was heard from the other side. When Saint Peter opened up the gates, Sera's eyes immediately went to Lucifer doing a mockery of a bow for her.

"Lucifer" she said, with a rare tightness on her voice that wasn't usually there. Her carefully constructed composure was cracking or close to it than any other day. Lucifer straighten up even more, not minding at all the massive difference on their sizes. Saint Peter floated close to her. "If you want to communicate with Heaven, you already have a established system in place. You are not allowed here."

"Oh, I know" said Lucifer, casually inclining over his staff. "But since you decided to psychologically torture my family for months and retained my husband against his will, I have decided that your little system can go fuck itself in the ass without lube or condom" said, enjoying the way that Saint Peter violently blushed to the point of almost dropping his book. Sera took a hand to her chest as if that was the most offensive thing she have heard, and that only made it funnier for him. "I don't plan to take much of your time anyway. I have a realm to reign myself, so I will keep this brief. Where is Evelyn Morraine?"

"Why do you need to know?" asked Sera.

"She is my mother in law and the grandma of my child. I want to know if you left her alone after you were interrogating her. Emily told me everything."

At the mention of that name, Sera widened her eyes as if he had just send an attach that went directly to her chest. Her mouth constricted, as if there was a million things she wanted to get out, but finally deiced in one single question.

"Is she okay?"

"What do you care?" Lucifer chuckled at her naked glare. "She is in hell, Sera. With me and my family, staying at my daughter's hotel. How do you think she is?"

"I… I never wanted for her to…"

"The answer is fine, Sera" cut Lucifer, examining his claws. "After I helped her heal from her fall, that is. Again, not that you care. Just tell me how Evelyn Morraine is like and I can go back with her and my husband."

Sera frowned. One of her hands turned into a fist.

"No. Come back to your realm, Lucifer. You have no right to deal with matters that involve Heaven."

"Ah, I knew you would say that" Lucifer sighed dramatically, snapping his finger. "That is why I had to take some drastic measures."

Behind him, another portal opened up. This time a bunch of sinners came in, seemingly commanded by a lady with black eyes and a huge feathery hat on top. At her side, a vision that Sera didn't take long to recognize.

"Well, hello, Sera! Saint Peter" Alastor nodded his head to the Saint, who only let out a squeaky sound as he moved to hide behind Sera. He chuckled at the sight and made his way near to Lucifer, without losing sight of the seraphim or his amused smile. "How things are going, my darling?"

"Pretty bad, love" said Lucifer. "Sera just said that I shouldn't be meddling in matters of Heaven. She won't even tell me how Evelyn is like."

"What a predictable pitty" said Alastor, looking up and narrowing his eyes for a second before he perked up. "Oh! I guess I should make some introductions! Sera, please meet the Cannibal Overlord and my dear friend, Rosie and her loyal group of hungry cannibals. Their help was instrumental into devouring every one of the little angels that you send to destroy the hotel" continued on, as it was the most normal conversation, ignoring the look in utter horror and bewilderment from Saint Peter. The saint was staring between the cannibals and Sera. He did not know about the extermination and that fact had Sera almost pale.

"Some of them didn't even taste that well" commented Lucifer. "Adam tasted just bad, no matter how many spices I used. What were you even feeding the guy up here?"

Saint Peter covered up his mouth, barely hiding his gagging sound. He flew away from them as Sera stood, looking at the group that just arrived with a new sense of dread.

"Oh?" said Alastor, only eyes for Lucifer at those words. "I am sorry to hear that, my love. Did you finished it all?"

"He hurt you. Of course I did" answered Lucifer with a little growl a the back of his throat. "It was the least that asshole deserved. Not even you could have made that garbage better, though."

Alastor reached a hand and passed a finger slowly over the red dot on his cheek. Only then did Lucifer stopped staring at Sera and turned his head to him, blinking.

"I will prepare you something better later to cleanse your pallate, love" said softly and the little happy smile of Lucifer made Sera blush worse than what the devil said could be done to her system of communication.

"None of you can enter heaven" finally reminded them. "What threat do you think you can be here?"

"Oh, well, you see, that is the stupid part of having a gate for your souls instead of just letting them in" Lucifer winked an eye to Alastor before pulling out his wings to fly at her eye level. "Because you have all this pace here that is completely free for the taking! We might not be able to enter and do anything to winners that are inside, but what about the ones to come? Did you know that before the extermination, we had all of them get angelic steel bites so all of them are lethal without needing more weapons?"

Lucifer turned to the group patiently waiting and nodded. The woman with the huge hat smiled first, her sharp smile covered in shiny silver. At her sign, all the others behind her did as well, revealing the same smiles.

"We are a hungry group, madame, see" pointed out the woman. "Our hunger is never ending and bloodshed is our calling. We have tasted angel, but not winner's meat yet. Does it taste any different? Only one way to find out!" She chuckled behind her hand, like she was talking about some tasty pastry.

"You wouldn't dare" was all that Sera could get out as Lucifer suddenly jumped in front of her face.

"Do you want to find out?" The eyes of Lucifer glowed red as they narrowed. "You have messed with me enough, Sera. I am tired of playing your stupid games. Now we are going to do this my way."

"If you are going to insist on doing this, Lucifer, you are forcing me to…"

"Oh, do call my brothers" said Lucifer, fire coming out from between his horns. "Do call everyone. All your winners too. In fact, let me do it for you!" said, making appear a giant mehaphone that he made float in front of him. "Let's tell everyone what you have designed for the souls of Hell, Sera!" said happily, his finger hovering over the on button. "Let's tell them about how your stupid bullshit pushed a soul to give themselves to the devil or how that lead to the fall of the only angel in his place worth a damn. When they start getting discontent, is your little rehabilitation center big enough for them? All because you refused to tell me how my mother in law was? I can't wait to see you try to justify that mess in front of the elders."

Sera's lip twitched. She closed her eyes for a moment. Whatever thoughts crossed through her mind, she sighed at reaching a conclusion.

"Evelyn Morraine is back at her home after the Elders were convinced she didn't participate on the actions of Alastor Morningstar" said emotionless, too tired to keep arguing.

It had been a draining enough day as it was. Lucifer was counting on it.

"Was that so difficult?" Lucifer smiled big. "Oh, I was forgetting something" Sera rubbed her brow between two fingers as Lucifer pulled out a pocket mirror from his pocket. "Alastor accidentally took this from his mom's home when he came back with me. Just make sure that she gets it back, if you don't mind. Or else you would be stealing it from here and that is part of the big nonoes here, isn't it?"

Sera took the object on her hand. She inspected briefly, but ultimately pocketed all the same. If there was any demonic magic on it, she would have known already.

"You can go now. You have no business here."

"No, we don't" agreed Lucifer, making the megaphone dissapear and turning to the group waiting. "Sorry, folks, no recently dead winner's meat for today! Alastor's mom is safe and sound in her own home."

Some of the cannibal groaned and made sounds of protest, but the majority expressed relief and were even happy for Alastor.

"It's okay, dearie. Another day it will be" said the leader, looking directly into Sera with what seemed to be just empty voids and made a small curtsy.

Lucifer opened up another big portal, waving to the cannibals as they passed.

"Thank you all for coming! Take care!"

"See you later, Alastor dear!" said the woman at last, giving Alastor a friendly smile that the man returned before she was gone.

After closing that portal, Lucifer opened another one, a smaller one, as he returned to the golden path.

"A pleasure as always, Sera" said Alastor cheekily.

Sera frowned before realizing those two weren't the only beings that were left. Without the cannibals to distract her, Sera only just noticed a couple of souls that had come in, waiting to be let in.

"Oh, hey, folks!" greeted Lucifer, taking the hand of Alastor. Sera called upon an arrow and bow out of her own magic, ready to break them off if necessary. Alastor directed at her a murderous glare, his growing antlers and crooked neck a sign that he would let out his own magic if he had to. Lucifer hasn't even turned as he kept talking. "You are going to love to be here! Unless you don't, in which case you can always call me!" added, making the gesture of holding a phone against his face. "Tell that tall one over there to look for me if you need me. Have a good day!"

With that, they were both gone. In a single second they were coming out to the lobby of the hotel. Charlie, Vaggie and Emily lifted from the couch where they were waiting. Charlie immediately run to hug her parents, squeezing both of them.

"Everything is good now!" announced Lucifer. "Evelyn is fine at home and Sera will give her the mirror."

Emily got close, wanting but not finding the courage to make the question that was written all over her face. Vaggie went with her with a hand on her shoulder.

"She asked about you" clarified Lucifer, scratching Charlie between her antlers to calm her down. Between Charlie worrying for seeing both of them go so close to Heaven and Emily finding it too painful to even consider the travel, they both needed some reassurance that he had no issue providing. "I told her you were fine and with us. She probably didn't like that, but meh, better than nothing."

Emily nodded, managing a tiny smile before Lucifer brought her closer with a push of magic.

"Vaggie, you too!" invited and how could Vaggie say not to the king of hell? Lucifer squished the three of them and smiled big to Alastor. Just for now, Alastor endured the pile of affection, a hand at the back of Lucifer drawing circles.

-

That night, as promised, Alastor prepared palatte cleanser in the form of a considerable feast with two options of meats for those who didn't want the bull demon meat. Alastor had explained to Emily the difference and he almost didn't care when she said she prefered the vegetarian option. On the head of the table there was an empty plate at the ready with another pocket mirror open, reflecting them.

"Are you sure it's going to work, papa?" asked Charlie, bringing over the drinks for everyone from the kitchen.

"I put the message myself inside to tell her how to use it and only do it when she was sure she was alone" said Alastor, serving big pieces of stake for Lucifer before himself, but keeping his eyes on the mirror. "It won't manifest for anyone else but her own hands and her own eyes. If she has it, she will know what to do."

"And I made it out of angelic steel exactly so they wouldn't notice the spell inside" said Lucifer, patting his lower back. "I got the idea when Alastor told me Emily didn't react to his watch. To you it was just like anything else made out of that stuff, right, sweetie?"

"Yes, I had no idea it had magic. I just thought it looked pretty" confirmed Emily and smiled grateful when Vaggie served her a glass full after Charlie.

On the large table there were some empty chairs. Alastor convinced the other residents to do entirely anything else before joining dinner. If his mom was going to end up joining them, he didn't want too many distractions in the way. Luckily, the good will of Angel was enough for him to promise take everyone to the City for the rest of the night. Lucifer had send them off with a bunch of money.

"Angelic steel is already potent magic. It neutralizes most things. Ergo, they won't find anything" said Lucifer, moving the chair magically to receive Alastor at his side. "It will be okay, babe."

"I know" Alastor sat, taking his hand and kissing it, leaving his lips to linger a moment longer than necessary. It was hard to him to express how much it meant what Lucifer had done.

So instead of saying anything, he tried to make the best meal he could. For the first time in a long time, he even prepared a sweet dessert for everyone, something he haven't done since Charlie lived with them at the palace. Lucifer was the one who usually took care of that, since he was the only one who ate it.

"Everything smells delicious, babe" said Lucifer. He brought Alastor closer with a hand behind his neck to kiss him, a chast brush of lips as he caressed his cheek. When Alastor relaxed against him, he smiled without losing the contact. "I love you, my deer."

Alastor nuzzled his forehead against him, humming happily without opening his mouth. They both froze when they heard a squeal coming from Emily. When they looked at her, she blushed all over and laughed nervously.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! It's just… I never saw Alastor like that in Heaven and I thought it looked cute, but now that I said it at loud sounds kinda creepy so, please, don't mind me" said in a single breath, almost stumbling over his words and glued her eyes at her plate.

"Aww, it's okay!" said Lucifer, letting Alastor to straighten up on his chair. "Alastor is cute when he wants to be, I keep telling him that."

"How about we start eating instead of talking nonsense?" Alastor rolled his eyes and Lucifer snorted, but did dig in into the meal.

They were in the middle of the dessert when the pocket mirror started shacking against the table.

"Al!" called Lucifer and Charlie joined him, jumping in place.

Alastor came back with a fresh cup of burning coffee on his hands. As soon he noticed what everyone else was watching, he left the mug on the table and moved quickly to press a finger on the mirror the parallel to the floor. The small thing closed a second and opened up again, the reflection being replaced by a grey smoke. The half upright stretched from all corners until it was bigger than Alastor's head. The image inside began to clear as they heard a voice coming from there.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

"Yes" said Alastor after swallowing.

The smoke inside the mirror finally clear and they all could see his mom sitting at her own table. The surprise at finding out that this thing had actually worked was quickly changed into delight.

"Alastor, my baby boy."

"Grandma, grandma, I am here too!" said Charlie, bending to put her arms around Alastor's neck as she waved. "Hi! I am so happy to see you!"

Evelyn laughed, a beautiful melody that made the whole room more lively.

"Oh, sweetie, I still don't get used to being called that. You are going to have to call me a lot more often until I do, you hear? Using this… mirror thingie."

"Of course, grandma!" Charlie squealed happily. She loved to use that word. "Oh, Vaggie and Emily are also here! Come, Emily!

Vaggie got closer, waving politely at the woman in the other side. Emily had stayed on her side of the table, willing to let this moment be only for the Morningstars, but when Charlie was encouraging her she didn't had another choice, but appear in front of the mirror.

"Hi, Evelyn" greeted, a sense of relief washing over her at seeing the woman in her own living room. Safe and sound, as she deserved to be.

"Hello, dear" Evelyn smiled with a soft look. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I was really sorry to hear what happened to you, but if you are there with my baby boy then I can rest more easily knowing you are safe. Did you hear that, Alastor honey? You better be taking care of that sweet angel or I am coming for you."

"Certainly, mom" said Alastor and winked an eye when Emily looked at him, making her chuckle.

"She is totally going to be another Morningstar as far I am concerned!" said Lucifer suddenly, hugging both Charlie and Emily. "I can even get the adoption papers signed in a second!"

"Really?!" said Charlie with sparkles on her eyes. "I always wanted a sister!"

"If Emily wants to, of course" added Lucifer, smiling up to Emily, who had been to stunted by his words to say anything.

When both Morningstars looked at her waiting for a reaction, she passed her gaze between them and finally landed on Alastor, who just shrugged like accepting another daughter for him was no big deal. The smile that reached his eyes was enough to convince her. She looked down for a second, blinking repeatedly.

"O-okay" said with a tiny voice, choked up.

Charlie released a high pitch noise, hugging her and Lucifer as she laughed.

"Fuck yeah!" declared Lucifer, lifting a middle finger in the air. "Suck it, Heaven! I have three daughters and they are all fucking awesome!"

"Three?" asked Emily, confused, and Lucifer nodded.

"Well, two and a honorary one. Right, Vaggie?" said the devil, smirking to a blushing Vaggie that didn't know what to do with herself. She brushed her hair in front of her face as if to hide on it.

"I-if you s-said so, s-sir…"

"Aww!" Charlie cooed, going up to her girlfriend and hugging her too.

Evelyn, from her side, was contemplating the whole scene with a perpetual smile full of fondness, very similar to the one that Alastor was sporting.

"We should raise a glass to celebrate then" proposed the woman, lifting a glass full of the juice she was drinking. "With anything you have, it doesn't matter!"

Lucifer conjured up a bunch of glasses, bringing the cup of Alastor back into his hand. Following the lead of Evelyn they all clinked them together.

"For family!"

"For family!"

[alwaysteveswife]

Hi!! I loved your steve harrington fic, and I wanted to request a jonathan byers x reader slowburn angst to fluff, where they've both love each other but reader thinks he likes nancy and starts pulling away? Thank you :)

To happiness | Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader.

Note: This is my first request, thanks anonymous person, I hope you like it as much as I liked doing it 🥲.

Jonathan and Y/N have been friends since they were 8 years old, both have seen the other suffer and be happy, but all this relationship that they worked so hard to achieve begins to jeopardize after she discovers some photos of Nancy among Jonathan's polaroids.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, a very fluffy Jonathan (sorry, it's unintentional 😞 fluff is my passion next to angst), Y/N being a little bit cruel to Jonathan, bestfriends to lovers, mention of Nancy's photos at Steve's house.

Number of characters: 10,609 (It's the longest thing I've ever written in my life lmao).

1975

"What are you doing?" muttered Y/N, staring at the small, thin boy crouched in front of a pile of dirt.

"I'm watching the bugs" it took a moment for Y/N to understand what he said, the boy was speaking too softly.

"Why?" she crouched down to be at his level, looking at the pile of dirt and the little ants that were coming out and going in and out in a row.

"Because it's interesting" he pointed to the little insects, showing how they were helping each other to carry food to the anthill "They're like one big family."

"You don't have a family?" She patted his back gently when she heard no answer "It's okay, mommy says family can't always be blood" she smiled, looking at the boy happily "your friends can be your family too."

"I don't have any friends" he looked at Y/N sheepishly, a small blush peeking through his chubby cheeks.

"Then I'll be your first friend" a childish giggle came from her as she stood up energetically. "I'm Y/N."

"Jonathan" a small smile peeked on his face, almost invisible, but it was enough to make Y/N's inexperienced and innocent heart feel warm.

1980

"What do you think of this one?" Jonathan stretched out a polaroid of Will's birthday. The picture showed the boy's friends and the gifts each had given them, they were smiling with excitement, it was too cute.

"I like it, he looks happy" he smiled, setting the photo apart from the others "Did you take more?" She knew the answer, but she enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was as passionate about as he was about photography.

"That's right" he nodded, leaving a small stack on top "I took a lot, I wanted to record their happiness, and what better than a photograph?"

Y/N looked at it intently, feeling a churning in her stomach and a pang in her chest. She had never paid much attention to that feeling that was slowly growing, but lately it was getting harder and harder to ignore it.

She shook her head, hoping that this would erase those useless and meaningless thoughts. She picked up the stack, going through them one by one. They were all beautiful, that was a fact, her favorites were where the kids were out playing with Will's new gifts, or the ones where Jonathan's mom was smiling at the sight of her son, highlighting his already existing beauty.

"I took some pictures of you" Jonathan cleared his throat, Y/N wondered if it was because of the tremor in his voice "I thought your parents might like to have them."

"That's very nice of you" she smiled sweetly, that kind of smile she only shared with Jonathan "Can I see them?"

He nodded, still nervous. He got up from the floor, rearranging his pants and walking over to his nightstand. Y/N took to watching every move he made in that small period of time, wondering why Jonathan's strange attitude.

"There aren't many, but I think they're okay" he took a breath, returning with it along with a small metal box. Inside it were four photographs. The first one was a picture of her when she arrived at the birthday, she was a little disheveled, since she had arrived by bike, but she still looked good, it gave her a youthful and boyish touch, as she was; the second one made her let out a laugh, it was her next to one of her favorite kids, Dustin, both of them were out playing making strange and funny faces; the third was one where she was eating cake, she had some on her nose, but it didn't seem to matter at that moment, although if she had known Jonathan would take that picture she would have definitely wiped it right away; and lastly there was the fourth one.

"Oh," Y/N muttered, staring at the polaroid.

"Is that a good 'Oh' or a bad 'Oh'?" He asked uncertainly, drumming his fingers on the bedside table.

"A good one" her cheeks flared quickly, trying to remember when she had taken that picture "I didn't know I looked so good sleeping."

"You always look good" they both looked at each other in embarrassment. Jonathan hadn't thought long before blurting out the answer, and Y/N definitely hadn't expected to hear that.

"Thanks" was all she could say, averting her gaze from the embarrassment that covered her, "I think I'll take all four, I'm sure my parents will love the first three."

"Just the three?" He frowned in confusion.

"The last one I'll keep, as a souvenir" they both smiled, almost as if they were accomplices. "It'll be a souvenir just of us, okay?".

1983

Things in Hawkins were getting stranger and stranger. Kids and teenagers were disappearing, Will had disappeared. When she heard the news, Y/N ran in the direction of Jonathan's house, held him, comforted him and helped him understand that none of this was his fault, played her part as his best friend, and would do it a thousand and one more times if it would help Jonathan.

And that's why she was now standing up to Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, because she knew her friend would never do something like take pictures of a girl without her permission, at least not in her underwear.

"Jonathan wouldn't be able to do that, much less now" Y/N growled, glaring at Steve.

"Never say never" Steve muttered, tossing a stack of torn photos at Y/N, pictures of Nancy almost unclothed in Steve's room.

Jonathan and Nancy hurried to pick up the photos, before she had to leave along with her idiot boyfriend.

"Why?" she muttered clenching her fists, watching Jonathan from above.

"It's not what it looks like, I promise" he hastened to reply, getting up and putting the pieces of the pictures away.

"Jonathan, that's harassment, what explanation do you have for that?" her voice began to rise in pitch, as did her anger, "your brother is missing and the first thing you do is take pictures of the great Nancy Wheeler?" She ran her hands through her hair, feeling her eyes water, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry" He muttered, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed his broken camera, "I'm really sorry."

"I'm sorry too" she replied with a coldness Jonathan had never heard in her before, "looks like I was wrong about you."

1984

It had been almost a year since her fight with Jonathan, it was months of torture where she discovered many things, some good and some not so good.

Will had shown up, they had a funeral for him, buried the coffin and had a talk at Hawkins High about it, all so that, some time later, he would appear out of nowhere, alive and kicking.

Nancy was still with Steve, but she had become extremely close to Jonathan, and Y/N didn't like that at all, especially when she had discovered how immensely in love she had been with Jonathan for years.

Her selfishness insisted on getting close to him and stop ignoring him, as she had been doing since the pictures, tell him how she felt and let it be what god wanted, if god existed. But, on the other hand, that side of her, a much bigger one, was telling her that she should stay away, that she should let him be happy, because he looked happy with Nancy, and that was the only thing she wanted, his happiness.

"Y/N..." he startled, turning quickly towards the voice calling her name.

"Jonathan" She murmured, tightening the chains of the swing she was sitting on.

"Do you think we could talk?" He stood in front of her, looking like a wet puppy. When he noticed that she didn't seem to want to answer, he went on with what he wanted to say "I know it's been a long time since we last talked."

"I'm pretty sure we didn't talk, you stayed down, I yelled" Y/N corrected, swaying her feet nervously.

"The point is" she changed the subject quickly, clenching her fists at her sides, "this year I had a lot of time to think about me, about you and.... about us."

Y/N brought her feet down to the ground hard, staring at Jonathan intently.

"We?" She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue with his speech.

"You were my first friend, one of the people I've trusted the most" she tried to ignore the pain it caused her to hear him say all that in the past tense, paying attention to every word that came out of his mouth, "and I hadn't realized how much I cared about you until you left."

"Well, I don't want to be anymore" She muttered, lowering her gaze. She missed that time together with him, her best and worst days were by his side, but she couldn't see herself being able to go through with it when she was aware of how she felt.

"I haven't either" he crouched down in front of her, taking her hands, "I haven't wanted it for a long time."

An involuntary sob came from Y/N, feeling her heart breaking into tiny pieces and being stepped on by Jonathan's ugly shoes that he had never cleaned.

"What...were you lying to me all this time? Were you just standing by my side out of pity?"

"No!" he rushed to answer, suddenly sounding more nervous than he had in the beginning "I'm sorry if I made it sound like that, that's not what I meant" she just squinted skeptically, trying to see any trace of lies through his eyes. "What I meant was..." she paused for a moment to take a big breath of air, leaving Y/N even more confused, "I like you, I like you a lot, for so long, and I-"

"What?" she frowned, confusion on every one of her features "But.... What didn't you like Nancy?"

"Why would you think that?" They both looked at each other in confusion now, Jonathan bringing his hand up to Y/N's cheek warily, wiping away a tear.

"Ah, I don't know, maybe why you took a half-naked picture of her?"

"Oh."

"Was that a good 'Oh' or a bad 'Oh'?" she murmured with a hint of grace in her voice.

"A good one" he nodded, a small smile forming on his lips, "those pictures didn't mean anything sentimental, it's a style called boudoir. I know I should have asked your permission, but I didn't want to ruin the moment, it was more of an impulse."

"What about this year? They've been talking a lot" Y/N's nerves began to flood her, that their love would be reciprocated was never in her plans.

"She had been advising me what to do so I could confess" they both looked at each other incredulously for a few seconds, exploding into laughter at the same time.

"I can't believe it" she replied between laughs, wiping the tears from her eyes "You really are an idiot".

"You're not one to say" he shook his head, looking into her eyes with a big smile, "Does this mean you liked it too?"

"You should have known from the moment I kept that picture for myself" she smiled, grabbing Jonathan's jacket with both hands and pulling him to her to kiss him.

Masterlist

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Meeting the Family

Bang Chan x gn! reader; 0.85k words

Mellow speaks: My baby turns a year older today, and I'm just very soft for him these days, so here's a little something about meeting his "family" for the first time! Hope you enjoy reading this! Also, if you liked this, requests are open, and I'd love to see some SKZ requests too! PS. The word "mom" doesn't refer to a female, it just refers to a motherly figure.

"What if they don't like me?," you ask your boyfriend for the umpteenth time, making him let out a sigh as he looks up from his phone. "Babe, I've told you like, a bazillion times already. You don't have anything to worry about, because they are absolutely gonna love you," he says, smiling as he gets up from the bed, walking over to you.

"They're your family, Chan. Of course I'm worried. I need them to approve of me," you pout, feeling your heart beating faster as the evening draws on, your dinner plans with Chan's "family" drawing closer. Placing his hands on your shoulders, you boyfriend of two months leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Much like everything else about him, his kisses too, have a calming effect on you, making your nerves dissolve in an instant, and causing a smile to grace your lips as you pull away. He returns your smile, his voice dropping to a whisper as he says, "And because they're my family, I know they'll like you. Cuz you're my family now too."

His words leave you speechless, considering as how the two of you had only been going out for a short while, and are still awkward making such deep proclamations. At the same time, your heart swells with love at how vulnerable Chan sounded, and you can't help but catch his lips in another kiss, making him let out a soft gasp.

Pulling away, you attach your forehead to his, whispering, "I'm ready." He takes your hand in his, leading you to his car, the smile never leaving his face. As soon as he gets into the car, he takes your hand in his over the center console, placing his other hand on the steering wheel as he presses down on the accelerator. The ride to your destination is short and comfortably silent, interspersed with Chan throwing in a few jokes and little things to help calm you down.

In a gesture to appreciate the effort, you bring your hand which is intertwined with his up to your lips, placing a soft kiss on his fingers. It catches him off-guard, making him stop mid-sentence as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes. You arrive soon enough, and, getting out of the car, you straighten out the invisible creases in your clothes, smiling up at Chan as he unlocks the door.

The moment you step inside the house, you notice a whole group of boys running towards you, until a certain blue-haired one manages to tackle you into a hug, much to the dismay of the rest. "No fair Felix. You had a head start" pouts a tall guy whom you know to be Hyunjin, crossing his arms over his chest. Just then, the person standing to his right, who you know is Minho, glares at him, saying, "And you pushed me. Want payback?," making the former practically cower in fear, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips.

"Hyung, I knew Y/N was cute from all the photos, but I didn't know cute meant being this adorable!," screams the one with the cutest cheeks, smiling sheepishly at your flustered expression. "Real smooth, Jisungie," Seungmin says, coming up to you and giving you another hug. As he pulls away, you notice someone (whom you later make out to be Changbin), come up to your boyfriend and pat him on the back, making him blush as he whispers something in his ear, before pulling away and beckoning you inside. "Welcome to our humble abode, mom," he says, causing Chan and your heads to whip in his direction, even as Felix facepalms next to you.

"What? Chan's our dad, so it only makes sense for you to be a mother figure," Changbin says, shrugging. "Just ignore these clowns, Y/N," Jeongin says, walking up to you with a definite swagger in his step. "Their single asses don't know how to interact with someone's s/o." His words cause a lot of commotion among the boys, and before you know it, you feel right at home with them, making fun of how old and boring Chan is, and cracking jokes with them through dinner, as if you've known them your entire life.

When it's time to go back home, the boys almost don't let you go, clinging to your legs and whining about how amazing you are. "Please just stay here Y/N!," Hyunjin fake cries, adding, "You can take Chan hyung's room, he'll just sleep on the couch." This elicits a pained "Hey," from your boyfriend, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

Once you finally manage to hit the road back home, you turn to Chan, softly saying, "Thank you for today, Channie. The boys are so amazing I almost felt they're my family too." Smiling, he replies, "I had told you they'd love you, just like I love do," biting his tongue when he realizes what he just said, and notices the flabbergasted expression on your face. "I-I mean," he starts, but you cut him off with an "I love you too."

[anystalker707]

Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "��how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."

[yoonieboonie]

The Substitute Lover (6)

word count: 2.5k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you’ve been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you’re really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is part 6 !!! Thank you for the feedback from last chapter!  The vote for updates was split so I updated on the weekends and weekdays! :> If you can, please please please leave me a feedback after reading this chapter. :> Thank you!!!

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"Joonie, you promised." You groan into your phone. You are pacing back and forth in your apartment as you talk to Namjoon who decided to do a raincheck on your plans today. You were supposed to buy a gift for your Mom as her birthday was near. If you can't be there physically, you at least wanted to send something.

"I know, Y/N." he sighed on the other line. "I was pulled in by Mijin saying Mrs. Lee needs me for rehearsals. No one else in our batch can play flute but me." you can hear in his voice that he wasn't fond of the circumstances too, so you decided to let it go. You can just go alone.

"I contacted Hoba, he can take you."

You found yourself roaming the mall alone for a good hour when you receive a message, asking where you are. Assuming that it was Hoseok's new number, you respond with your location and saved it under the name "Hobi" as you pocketed it to continue your stroll.

You turn to a corner and your mouth opened to gape like a fish. Yoongi is walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. He finally reaches you as you close your mouth.

"I'm assuming Joon didn't tell you that I was coming?" He mused. I shook my head mutely.

"Does Eujin know about this?" you asked. You didn't mean to impose. Yoongi nodded his head. Why was he lying about something as simple as this?

He doesn't know. He doesn't even know why he said yes to this at all. All he knows is that he intends to enjoy today. He's having too much on his plate. You shrugged and cleared your throat.

"I want to buy a shark charm." you said, not looking at him.

"Shark?" he repeated. You put your hands together and placed it above your head as if to act like fins. "Sharks. Jaws. Fish are friends, not food?" you mused.

This made him smile to himself. You really are a peculiar one. "That's my favourite animal to exist, I'm giving that to my mom as something to remember me by."

He nods in understanding. He then leads you to what you assumed were a jewelry store. You trail behind him quietly. This was the start of your friendship and you didn't want to jinx it by doing or saying anything stupid.

You two walk around the store quietly. Charms of different sizes and figures displayed in a glass case, sparkling in the lights that illuminated the whole store. You try to focus on looking for the charm you intend to buy, momentarily forgetting about Yoongi.

You hear a throat cleared beside you and you turn thinking it was Yoongi, rushing you to hurry and pick already. To your surprise, you were faced with a handsome, handsome young man. Confused, you moved to the side, thinking that you may have blocked his way.

"Anything I can help you with, ma'am?" the man asked politely. You then realised that he was a clerk at the store. You feel heat creep up your cheeks just as you failed to answer immediately. You were too busy being flustered to even open your mouth.

Yoongi was quickly beside you, making you recollect yourself.

"I-I'm looking for a shark charm." You said, and awkwardly doing the fin thing you did for Yoongi earlier. The man in front of you chuckled heartily, revealing a dimple on his cheek. You found yourself blushing again.

Yoongi clicked his tongue in annoyance and lifted his hands to bring your "fins" down. Once your hands are back to your sides, he spoke up.

"He knows what a shark is, Y/N. You don't have to do the hands." You nod, and subtly glance at the nametag of the man in front of you that read "Jeongguk".

"Follow me, sir." Jeongguk paused for a while. "Ma’am." he warmly smiled again.

Jeongguk showed you all types of charms and pendants available in the store and in the end, you bought a bracelet charm. It was beautiful.

"Thank you, Jeongguk. My mother would love this, I'm sure." You thanked him one last time. He bowed slightly.

Yoongi was itching to leave and you are honestly sorry to take up so much of his time. So you both head to the exit but before you reach the door, you hear a soft "wait" behind you.

Yoongi was the one to turn first, and then you did. It was Jeongguk. You assumed you have forgotten something but he handed you a piece of paper.

"I wasn't going to since it was unethical," he explained. "But I don't want to have met you and not shoot my shot."

Yoongi snatched the piece of paper from Jeongguk before you could get it. Was he fucking invisible? What was this guy's deal?

"What's your deal, man? Don't you see that we came in together?" Yoongi asked, trying to stay calm.

"I didn't think you would mind, sir." Jeongguk explains. Yoongi shot a brow at this.

"The ring on your finger." Jeongguk answers. "She doesn't have one."

You try and keep a straight face and act unaffected with the statement. Before you can even reply, Yoongi was dragging you out of the mall and into the parking space, not even bothering to stop. He was pissed beyond words. Why was everyone endeared by you? This was a mystery to him.

And you? Blushing furiously at everything that boy said. He scoffed beside you, while you are still oblivious to why he got angry. You assumed it was because you inconvenienced him. You are already thinking of ways to apologise but you were busy not tripping. He wasn't as tall as Namjoon but he was relatively taller than you and you had to jog in order to catch up to his pace as he continue to drag you by your cardigan sleeve.

He was mumbling angrily as he dragged you to his car. You stayed quiet beside him, he must've felt humiliated to be with you. Had you not been with him, he wouldn't be mad right now.

"Yoongi." you call out. His head snapped to your direction. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and fixed your glasses.

"I'm sorry," you start. This made Yoongi's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I should've just waited for Namjoon to be free and not have you come with me." you spoke up.

"Stop." He replied. "I told you before and I'm telling you now. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to."

You look up at him, you felt your entire emotions surge and you are fed up with everything Yoongi does and says. You sigh as you ran your hand through your hair.

"Yoongi, why are you here?” you asked. “Have you figured it out?” “Figured what out, Y/N?” He returned. Your mind flashed back to last week’s events.

You were on your way to Mr. Do, your professor’s office, when you heard a female voice that made you stop in your tracks. You start hiding at a corner while at the Business Administration building..

There you found Eujin and Mr. Do hugging tightly. You didn’t really know how to react. After all, it was just a hug. You would like to put a little faith into the love of Yoongi’s life. She would never do this to him, you thought. But when he attempted to kiss Eujin you were quick to react. With your small frame, you pushed the two away from each other. Your chest heaving with every breath that you took.

"Eujin. Mr. Do." You cleared your throat. This made them jump away from each other. Like a fire was lit and burned the two of them. "I-I will pretend to have not seen whatever this is" You start.

Mr. Do, as you addressed him to be, seemed to relax at your statement.. After all, he will not only lose his job but also his dignity once this gets out of the three of them.

"But" you continued. "This has to stop, please."

The way you begged confused the fuck out of Eujin. Why were you begging? Weren’t you supposed to be happy that you caught her and can finally be with Yoongi?

"Y-Yoongi. He loves you so much, Eujin." You faced Eujin who has no emotion in her face but shock. "Please don't hurt him, please." You continued to beg.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok followed you to the building for you have left your apartment keys on the chair you sat on. He watched the whole ordeal as you started to beg. He wanted to zoom into the picture and take you away. You were lowering yourself to beg for Yoongi? He was infuriated with whom? He no longer knows.

"Mr. Do, please know that if this continues, I will report to the Dean immediately." You threaten and with that, you grab Eujin's arm and drag her to the restroom nearby.

"Don't fucking touch me, Y/N." Eujin takes her arm back as soon as you both arrive at the restroom. She made sure no one was around when she turned to face you. You can see clear as day that she is terrified with what you saw. She didn't want to lose Yoongi.

"I-I won't tell." you promised as you fixed your glasses.

"Why not? Wouldn't that benefit you? You can finally have Yoongi." Her voice was shaky as she said this.

"I'm not selfish, Eujin. I want him to be happy." You smile. "So please, while you haven't done anything you'd regret yet, stop now. I can guarantee that I won't tell him." you urge.

She closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair and looked in the mirror. She was still shaken but better. Without saying a word, she turned and left.

You had no choice but to watch her figure leave.

“Nevermind. I can go home from here.” You fake a smile. You bowed your head and turned to leave. Yoongi has had enough of you leaving and grabbed your arm. The contact sending shivers down your spine. You were quick to remove his hand and something flashed in his eyes. It was gone before you could even decipher what it was. “I’ll take you home. You accept these offers from Hobi and Joon, why am I any different?” He was going to start dragging you but you spoke up again. “Yoongi. we're friends, right?" you asked, as you removed the paper bag of the charm from his hand.

"Of course, we are." He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Then don't act more than that. I asked you to give me a chance and you didn't." you face him tiredly. "I had to endure seeing you with Eujin for months and you didn't hear anything from me. The least you can do to is to not confuse me with all these halfass comments. I like you but I will never be a substitute lover."

With that, you turned to leave. Everything is crashing down on you. With the stress of having to hide what you saw, to your studies, and now with Yoongi confusing the fuck out of you. You just cannot catch a break.

Yoongi was too shocked to react, he wanted to follow you but what would he say to actually appease you? You were right, after all. Spending time with you honestly confused his feelings for Eujin. Hoseok and Namjoon knew this but didn't say anything. They took matters into their own hands and set you two up.

You sat at a bus stop as you rummage through your bag for your phone. Dialing Namjoon's number, he picked up after a few rings.

"Y/N?" He had a teasing tilt to his voice. "How was it?" As you expected, he wasn't in practice as it was quiet around him. You sigh into the receiver.

"W-What do you t-take me for, Namjoon?" You try to make your voice as stable as you can but it cracked in the end. The humiliation and exhaustion with the whole narrative is making your head spin.

"Did something happen, Y/N? What did Yoongi do?!" He grew alarmed as you cried. You heard shuffling as another voice spoke into the phone.

"Y/N? Are you alright? Where are you, I'll pick you up." Hoseok spoke.

"You were in this too?" You gritted your teeth. Anger and disappontment bubbled in your stomach, no matter how you tried to push it back down, trying to be rational.

"I am not a toy for your trio to play with." You finally spoke coldly. "I have feelings too. I'm not a charity case, Hoseok."

Hoseok winced at the lack of nickname and familiarity to your tone. He and Namjoon only wanted to make you happy, hence the setup of the date.

"Please, I'll pick you up." Hoseok sounds panicked already. "Y/N, love, tell me where you are." On his side, Namjoon watched shocked with how he addressed you. Hoseok was shocked too.

"Don't bother showing your face to me," You breathed. "I don't want anything to do with the three of you.” You were about to drop the call as a bus approached the station but you stopped as soon as Hoseok spoke again. “I saw you last week, Y/N.” You didn’t reply. You both knew what he was talking about. “It was none of your business. That was up to Eujin and Yoongi to fix—“ “Come on, Y/N! Do you hear yourself? She was cheating on him and you know it.” His voice was cold, you barely recognized it. “Even if Eujin did cheat on Yoongi, even if they break up,” You pause. “It still wouldn’t be me. Yoongi will never choose me.” “And how sure are you of that?” A voice spoke but it was not Hoseok. You glanced to your right and saw Yoongi who must’ve followed you. He was panting as his chest heaved up and down. He ran. The bus finally stopped in front of you. You gave him a final look. Yoongi’s eyes were begging you to not get in. But you did. ------------------------------------

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[fuckingfuckityfuck]

Confirmation

Pairing : Negan x reader

Warning : angst

Plot : Negan had done a mistake by treating you like you're nothing to him.You were tired from the constant fights you had with him everyday.You finally decided to leave him and now he wants you back.

I loudly shut my door close,not wanting to hear his empty promises and reasons.

It has been days since I broke up with Negan,being tired as one of his wives.Yeah sure,sex is great and the perks are awesome but if you really love him,like really really love him,you'd not want to be one of his wives.

He treated his wives like toys.Once he's done,he's gone.He'll surely toy with your emotions,always making you feel like it's your damn fault.

He is the master manipulator and he fucking knows it.

"Open the fucking door,y/n!" Negan shouted at the other side of the door.I rolled my eyes,not even moving from my chair.

Minutes passed when I hear the lock click.He is mad as hell.His eyes are furious,burning through me like fire.

"You don't fucking listen to me,do you?You always do these damn things like a teen fucking queen." He roared loudly,each step he took was loud enough for everyone to know that he is mad.

"Well fuck you too,Negan.I sure as hell am not your fucking wife anymore.There's that and who the fuck cares if I dump you?It's not like you like me or you have feelings for me,right?So fuck you" I screamed and signalled him to not move close to me.

He shook his head and glared at me.

"You're not done with me unless i fucking say so,doll.I fucking own you,you are under my damn rule" He said.

I crossed my arms and tried to tell myself to not cry in front of him,not wanting to look weak and him taking advantage of that.

"You know what?I am so done with you,Negan.I am so tired with all of these.I can't spend another day with you or living here if that's what you're saying.I don't owe you anything.If there's anything,you owe me.You owe me everything.I fucking made you the king,the ruler of the saviors.I fucking gave you everything and after that,here I am." I screamed,hitting his chest as he tried to hold me close.

I wiped away my tears and shook my head.

"Not anymore.You can't continue treating me like this,goddamn it,I'm your fucking wife before all of this.You treat me like I'm an invisible rag just for you to use and spit on.You never look at me the same way before.Fuck you.I regret wasting my life here.You sure as hell don't fucking need me anymore so just let me go" I said,trying to calm myself before having a panic attack.

Negan just looked at me.Analyzing what I had just said.His face gave out no emotion.No sadness.No fear.

No nothing.Just staring at me like.

Then he looked down.

"This is a mistake,I-" Negan started and I laughed.

"Hell fucking yeah it is.You made sure to show me how much of a mistake I made by marrying an asshole like you" I laughed and he didn't even move.Just looking down and massaging his jaw.

A thing he does when he's stressed out.Good for him.

"You don't understand my point here,y/n.You really want to know why I did what I did?You want to know everything?Because it feels like you're telling me that you know everything when you clearly don't." He gave out a loud sigh and looked at me again.

Tears are threatening to spill from his eyes.Before,it was red with fury and anger.

But now,his eyes are red from sorrow and sadness.

"I never wanted us to be like this.I made a promise to myself to never let the same thing happen again.You know how it went with Lucille.I was a bastard sleeping around while my wife was sick." He started to cry,softly.

Tears are already streaming down my face.

"When I met you,I knew that I had to protect you.I had to keep you safe,I had to have you.So I did.You put up these walls around you so high.You lost your mother and that was the hardest part for you.I made sure to be there by your side always.I pursued you.I wanted to have you so fucking bad." Negan said as he looked at me.

He gave out a small,sad smile.

"Then I had you.You said the damn word too.You love me.You cared for me.Slowly,your walls are gone.You let me in.And then someone saw.Someone knew that you're my weakness.They blackmailed me.They wanted me out of the top.I didn't know what to do or what to choose,y/n.But I know,I should've chosen you like you've chosen me multiple damn times."He touched my cheek and I flinched away from his cold touch.He cried.

"I don't hate you,doll.I don't resent you.I don't want you to be gone.You are the only thing that keeps me going with everything that's been going on with Rick and his people.I did this to protect you.Or that's what I thought I was doing.I didn't know I was breaking you apart.Maybe I should just let you go and give you a chance to be free again." He murmured as he cried.

Can I still be with this man?Everything he said made sense now.But can I trust him enough to be with him again?

"I left you because I don't feel your love for me.You always scream at me,telling me how useless I am infront of everyone.I felt like shit,Negan.I just wanted you.You promised me that I will be your only one.You have 4 other wives.You can go on without me.I love you but I don't think this is going to work for us.Not anymore." I said while staring back at him.His eyes are pleading,telling me to stay.

Suddenly,I felt his arms around me.Holding me close to his chest,feeling his heart beat against my face.We are both crying now.

"Promise me you'll stay alive?That you'll carry on with your life and not look back?If you think that I don't love you anymore,this is me letting you go.Fuck,I love you so damn fucking much that I will let you go.I will give you what you want." He cried as he softly touch my hair.

We both cried our eyes out that night.Our last night.

I remember him touching my face,telling me how much he loves me.

I remember pulling his face and kissing him.

He kissed me back and I remember that night,we were both calling out each other's name.

I turned off the stove,pouring down the hot water on my mug.I opened my tea packet and put it in my mug.

I smiled as I felt arms around my waist.

"Good morning,sweetheart.You seem so happy today?" He asked,swaying us both side to side.

Then I heard the little footsteps around the house.We both turned around to see Hope carrying her bunny toy.

"Mom-mommy?Dadd-y-y?" Hope croaked out while rubbing her sleepy eyes.

I looked up at Negan and smiled.She looks so much like him.

"You want some cereals,baby?With fruits on it?" Negan asked Hope as he walked towards her.She nodded and put her arms out for him to carry her.

Hope giggled as Negan playfully tried to throw her up in the air.

"Ye-yes dad-dy.What about mom-mmy?" Hope asked and looked at me.They both look at me with the same face.

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Mommy can take care of herself,darling.You change your clothes first and we'll go out and play with Judith outside,that okay with you?" I said.

Hope pouted but signalled for Negan to put her down.She kissed him on the cheek before walking away to get dressed.

"She may look like me but she does have your attitude and sassiness.Also the pouting." Negan chuckled as he walked towards me again.

"Yeah right.I forgot,Rick came by earlier.He said he needed some help fixing the gate." I said as I put his face between my hands.

"You know I love you,right?" Negan asked while looking me in the eyes.

I smiled.

I smiled like a chesire cat.

"I do and I love you so fucking much too." I said and kissed him happily

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[bigskydreaming]

I can't quit thinking about potential Noshiko Yukimura and Diana Prince friendship because... they've definitely met. They have gone on adventures and quests together.

At some point in the past, in a dark cave, Diana wields her sword against a veritable army of the undead. Meanwhile, Noshiko sits perched on a large rock, delicately sipping at a drink she’s conjured while shouting out ‘helpful tips’ to her err, comrade in arms.

“You could actually help,” Diana shouts back eventually. Noshiko purses her lips, tilts her head contemplatively, and then with a shrug she snaps her fingers and summons a dozen shadow warriors who wade into battle alongside Diana. 

“Not quite what I meant,” Diana says. “You’re pretty good with a blade yourself. Is there any particular reason you’re averse to picking one up and lending a hand here?”

“Couldn’t possibly, I’m afraid. I pulled a hamstring the other day. Its terribly painful.”

“I can tell. Especially in that position you’re sitting in. I would think that would be excruciating, given that particular injury.”

“Oh. Right.” The faint rustle of cloth as Noshiko rearranges herself into another position. “Ow.”

Diana rolls her eyes.

Some time later, almost all their foes have been defeated, with Noshiko’s magical warriors finishing off the last of them. Diana sheathes her sword and stalks over to a nearby doorway, planting herself right in the center of it and proceeding to just wait there with arms crossed. Behind her, Noshiko continues to just sip at her drink.

Minutes pass.

Finally, the empty air in front of Diana emits a sigh. 

“You’re prepared to stand there all day just to make a point here, aren’t you?” It pouts. The corner of Diana’s lip ticks ever so slightly upwards in response.

The air shimmers and the illusion of invisibility falls away, revealing a second Noshiko in front of Diana, arms similarly crossed, but with a sulk in counterpart to Diana’s smirk.

“Well, this is awkward. Just out of curiosity, how did you know that was just an illusion of me in there? What gave me away?”

“I’ve met you,” Diana says dryly.

Noshiko frowns.

“How delightfully glib. It doesn’t give me much to work with though. Was there anything in specific that clued you in?”

“Are you seriously asking me for notes right now?”

“Well you’re the one always going on about bettering ourselves!”

“As people! As in, existentially! Not in terms of being better at deceiving people!”

Noshiko throws up her hands. “Oh so noooooow all of a sudden there are qualifiers! How convenient of you to leave out that only specific parameters of self-improvement need apply!”

“You are a truly ridiculous person,” Diana tells her. “Now would you care to tell me what you were off doing while I was fighting for my life in here?”

Noshiko scoffs. “Don’t be so dramatic. You didn’t even break a sweat. Look at you, you’re glowing.”

“That glow is sweat.”

The kitsune waves a hand negligently. “Semantics.”

Diana narrows her eyes. “Are you seriously not going to tell me where you went and what you were doing just now?”

“I don’t want to,” Noshiko says loftily. “You’re only going to lecture me more, and I’m already bored enough by this as it is. And do you really want to continue down that road? You know what happens when I get bored, or have you forgotten Barcelona?”

“We’ve been over this. What happened in Barcelona was totally uncalled for. Boredom doesn’t count as provocation.”

“I don’t see how that’s your call to make.”

“You’re six hundred years older than me,” Diana says with exasperation. “How am I the adult in this dynamic?”

Noshiko shrugs and plays with her hair. “Time is relative. At the moment, I’m feeling a mere one hundredth of the person I might be given a hundred more centuries to live, and whose to say I won’t get them? Ergo, its entirely appropriate to act the child that makes me in the grand scheme of how much life I could have left to live.”

“And yet it was just the other day you were lecturing me about what I was doing or not doing with my life, as well as a dozen other things, including my fashion choices.”

“First off, that tunic wasn’t a fashion choice, it was a cry for help. Secondly, that day I was feeling every single one of my several centuries of age and life experience, and thus it was totally appropriate for me to act as such, and impart the wisdom all of that has given me. It was a totally different situation. I don’t see how it has anything to do with today.”

“How convenient for you,” Diana drawls, her tone once again as parched as desert sands. 

“Yes, well, I do like convenience,” Noshiko shrugs again. “Oh no, what a terrible brute am I.”

“Fine,” Diana sighs. “Is it at least safe to assume that the fate of the world is not actually hanging in the balance, as I was led to believe before undertaking this journey with you?”

The shape-shifter shifted her eyes shiftily. “Creative liberties may have been taken, its true. But it was only in order to get you to come along with me. I missed you, we hardly ever do anything together anymore!”

“You do know you could have just said that from the start, right?”

Noshiko wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Ewww, no. Do you not hear how needy that would have sounded? I would rather die.”

“Now who’s being the dramatic one?”

“Yes, well, I’m a trickster, darling. Its my prerogative. You have no such excuse.”

Centuries later, an amused Diana Prince lounges against the wall of Noshiko Yukimura’s living room, as the latter grounds her daughter Kira.

“The fate of the world was at stake, Mom,” Kira yells in frustration. “Or does that not matter?”

“Stop changing the subject young lady. The issue here is that you lied to your father and I! If you had explained what was going on, we could have helped in some way, but instead we were sitting at home in total ignorance of the danger our daughter was in, because we were led to believe that rather than being out battling some demon of world-threatening proportions, she was at her friend Malia’s house, studying for her chemistry final!”

“I never said that,” Kira cuts in then, with a lofty expression so reminiscent of smug half-truths of centuries past, Diana can barely keep back a chuckle.

Noshiko pauses. “Excuse me?”

Kira shrugs. “I never said I was going to Malia’s to study for our chemistry final. I just said I was going to her place to study. Which I did. We studied up on the demon and how to defeat it, and then we left her place with the rest of the pack and went and defeated it.”

“Hmm,” Diana muses from her place against the wall, startling both Yukimuras with the reminder of her presence. “It does sound to me like she didn’t actually lie, and so punishing her for that seems a little unwarranted. Some creative liberties were taken, its true. But we all agree that’s not the same thing as lying, don’t we?”

Noshiko levels a supremely unimpressed glare on her friend of countless decades. “You’ve been waiting two hundred years for this moment, haven’t you.”

Diana smiles serenely.

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Strawberry Cheesecake 🍰; Han Jisung

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Reuploading this one cause it had too many mistakes!

She tasted the saltiness of the caramel Frappuccino she ordered next to her a strawberry cake her ultimate favorite.

"So tell me Y/N how's school" Chan asked with a smile while he sipped his iced americano.

You where sitting at table in a vintage local coffee shop surrounded by aesthetically pleasing neon signs and flowers.

"You know being a college freshman is way harder than I thought" You sighed looking at him. Discomfort written all over your face.

“I know that face you make when something is troubling you, what it is exactly? I truly doubt is school related" He spoke softly.

" I swore I wasn't going to fall for him Chan, then tell me why I can't take him off my mind" You almost banged your head on the table as a sign of frustration.

You just couldn't understand why he made you feel that particular way and why exactly had to be him the one who everyone wanted the one you absolutely just couldn't have.

“He just has that effect on people Y/N"- Chan laughed showing his cute dimples.

" He truly does but that's not the point Chan you are supposed to be my friend and tell me to stay away from him before I fall in deeper"

Chan knew him they're weren't exactly close but they both shared American literature and that means they have talked here and then. Also they share a lot of things in common for example they were majoring on the same career.

" I can't do that sweetheart because indeed I'm your friend and if you like him I guess I support it"- He raised his shoulders innocently.

" Christopher Bang Chan! I never said I liked him to begin with and second of all you are such a bad friend this is why Woojin will always be my favorite"- You replied to him with annoyance raising your voice a little. Causing some customers to look at you.

Yes, you had the guy on your mind 24/7 but you just couldn't afford to like him. It was not safe, there were a million reasons why you couldn’t fall on that trap and mainly because you didn't wanted to become another one of the so called “fans” he has too many of those already.

" I feel disrespected but let me remind you woojin is still mad at you because you ate his precious chicken" He snapped back.

"What part of I was drunk both of you don't understand I was about to passed out and that chicken was the only thing that was on the fridge it was totally not my fault in fact you guys should do the groceries more often just saying" you responded with a sassy tone.

You were too busy fighting with Chan to noticed that a group of guys entered the coffee shop. And in that small crowd of young boys the protagonist of your chaotic nonexistent love life.

" Y/N I think we are missing the point here" He said trying to go back to the initial conversation.

" And that is..." You said waiting impatiently for him to answer.

" To admit that you do like him" a grin spread across his face.

You wanted to beat him so hard for being such a cheeky bastard.

"Fuck you Christopher I'm just going to pretend I didn't heard you assume my feelings like that" You scoffed in disbelief.

" What are you so afraid of though" he questioned raising an eyebrow at you.

" I already told you. First of all he's never going to like me back we only talked like twice and that's only because my clumsy ass bumped into him in the library"

" Don't you guys share a clase together" Chan asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

" Yes economics, but you know Mr. popular sits in the back surrounded by girls who are staring at him all day admiring his beauty while on the contrary I have to sit on the front so I can actually listen to Wilson talk about Adam Smith and his invisible hand of capitalism for an hour straight"

" Sounds like fun" he repeated mocking you.

" Today you are acting like a real asshole and I'm questioning why I'm still friends with you"- You said sending him a dead stare.

"I guess someone not in the mood for jokes" He said grinning.

"I'm just stressed out okay!"- You growled.

" Well I'm just going to say, you can keep denying it all you want I know you better than anyone else and unfortunately I can tell you are already in love with the poor man"

Mental note never talk about your love life with Christopher Bang because he has no fucking clue about anything else but music.

" When did you gotten so wise ? clearly never because all you are saying is nothing but bullshit" You crossed my arms in denial.

" Whatever you say Y/N. Why haven't you eaten your strawberry cake yet this matter must be really affecting you today because you tend to devore that thing in seconds"

The straberry cheesecake was just there sitting lonely on the table dripping the red syrup while the big chunk of straberry on top was slowly melting. You stared at it lost on your own thoughts.

There are too many reason why is even risky to think You were to like him but You couldn’t help to suppress a smile when You thought about him laughing or just walking confidently along with his friends through the hallways. You felt like a high schooler all over again having this secret crush on someone who can be seen as unreachable.

To you he was a like a shinning star in a sky, someone I wished upon up every night knowing that even with my extended hands I was never going to be able to touch because he felt too high for a simple mortal like yourself.

" HEY BANG CHAN"- a voice called for my best friend who rapidly turn his head looking for the owner.

You stayed there frozen In your place you could recognize that voice anywhere Seo Changbin one of the richest and most admired guys in school and of course for my misfortune his best friend.

“Hey Seo how you been?"  He asked while greeting the boy with a typical handshake.

There was no surprised that Changbin was talking to Chan they're both Music Majors, talented creative, self producers who were extremely passionate about their career unlike you who selected probably the most boring and time consuming career it could possible exist.

That's correct You were a Med student. Exciting knowing You’ll probably die before I get the chance to graduate.

"I've been well but actually I wanted to talk to you about a song I've been working on, do you maybe want to help me with some tracks ?” He asked directly and I could've sworn I heard Chris gasp.

" Of course mate I would love to" He replied with that beautiful smile showing off his dimples once again.

" I'm actually not that busy right now do you mind if we go to my place and work on it I barely started the beat" Changbin suggested.

" I don't mind I'm not busy either" Chan said immediately.

" Then let's go! can't wait for you to hear it" Changbin said turning around quickly.

You turned to face him for the first time since he got here, they were just talking comfortably as they pretended You wasn't even there but honestly You didn't mind at all, that's what happens when people with similar interests get together also nor You wanted to interrupt their personal conversation.

" I'm leaving Baby! I'll see you tomorrow I'm sorry we couldn't finish talking about you know what but I'll treat you to dinner next time"- Channie said while taking his jacket from the chair and standing up to follow Changbin.

" Don't worry about me, have fun with your new friend" You gave him a smile before he disappeared through the crystal doors of the coffee shop.

And then you came back to your thoughts while you kept on staring at my favorite dessert that didn't look as appetizing as before when you purchased it about 30 minutes ago.

As you was having this mental battle of trying to figure out my feeling for the dark haired boy you didn't even noticed that someone approached your table and stand there looking directly at you.

" Y/N" A sweet voice called out your name taking me out of your trance.

"Huh"- You said looking up confused.

That the minute your heart stopped for a couple of seconds and suddenly You forgot how to properly breathe. The most beautiful man was standing right there next to you with his hands on his pockets and his beautiful brown hair styled to the side. He was wearing sweatpants and a red hoodie but he still looked like a model.

"Can I sit here or are you waiting for someone" He asked offering that smile you always end up falling for.

Was he actually talking to you? You questioned mentally. You don't even know each other like that You wonder how is it possible that he even knows your name maybe he has a good memory and remembers you as the girl who tripped with the books on him on the library.

“God why did my mom had to made me uncoordinated” you said unaudible feeling your ears burn in embarrassment.

Your hands were sweating and You couldn't get the words out of your mouth you was suffocating on them.

" You can sit" you said rushing your words as you could spitted fire. If Chan ever needed a back up rapper you think you could do the job.

He proceeded to pull the chair in front of you and plopped himself on it while putting his elbows on the table and resting his cheeks on his hand his eyes looking directly at me. You instantly broke the eye contact and focused your gaze on that strawberry cheesecake again.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes were neither of you made a sound until he decided to end it.

" Y/N i need to ask you something" His sweet voice sounded a little preoccupied.

" What is it" It was so hard for you to pretend to play it cool in front of him. The one who haunted you even on your own sleep a place where you thought it was safe. But not anymore.

"I know we haven't talked much but I found you really interesting" He scratched the back of his head nervously. "what I'm trying to say is that I would really like to get to know you I mean if that's okay with you of course" He said so fast no wonder why he's actually a rapper.

The red of your cheeks were just as the color of the strawberry syrup from that cake. How was you supposed to answer that while not long ago you was rejecting any possibility of liking him.

" I know this question might sound stupid to you but why me? You know there's absolutely no one in this one who hasn't fallen for you yet" I questioned still unable to believe on his words.

" Oh I know there's one, You are the only one who hasn't" He said obviously.

" So you are saying you find me challenging because I can resist to your charming face " you raised an eyebrow starting to feel offended you clearly wasn't going to be a game to him.

" Not quite I'm saying you are different and I like that maybe you don't realize it but even if the whole world liked me I would still only look at you, I mean I have been since you came in late the first day to Wilson's trying to fix yourself because you looked like you ran a marathon to get there" His laugh overflowed the whole room.

"Excuse me but my alarm didn't worked that morning and I didn't even got to eat breakfast so yes I ran my way all over there sorry I didn't looked presentable to your eyes but some people don't want to be late on their first day" You snapped back messing with him a little.

It was comfortable being with him like this right now. Something told me you was going to cherish this moment forever.

"I never said you looked bad in that moment I thought wow that messy girl is the prettiest one I've ever seen" A smirk spreading across his face.

"Are you just trying to cover up the fact that you literally just roasted me" You said laughing.

" Hey I didn't!” He said puffing outhis cheeks and You must admit he looks adorable every time he does that.

“By the way I was also meaning to ask is strawberry cheesecake your favorite as well?” He asked looking at the almost melted dessert.

" Yes it is. I have tried many variations but I always come back to this old friend, trust me I can eat strawberry cheesecakes for life I just haven't eaten this one because I was too distracted"

"Mine too! I love all kinds of cheesecakes to be honest with you, but no other flavor can surpass the deliciousness of the strawberry one. I must say it's my favorite because in some way it reminds me of you"

"How so" You asked curiously trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

" It's really sweet but not to the point my teeth would hurt and the juicy texture of the strawberry just melts with the cheese and the cookie crust that's kinda how you are Sweet enough for me to like you with a twist personality that makes it even more fun"

You grabbed the fork and cut a piece of the cake while You shoved it on his mouth.

"Just be quiet for a moment you are being cheesier than the cheesecake" You said pointing at the plate while laughing at his sudden confession.

“Mmm this is delicious” He said savoring the taste on his lips. Liking them slowly in a teasing way.

“By the way, just for the record I was the one who purposely bumped into you at the library I'm sorry I had to grabbed your attention somehow" He winked at you with a smirk.

"JISUNG" You yelled at him.

You both talked about many things that afternoon but one thing you would never be able to forget is how his lips also tasted sweet like that strawberry cheesecake you shared.