#anyways I’m already planning another 💀

[keebokuun]

I gave up on page 2 but hope you enjoy anyways <33

[imaginesig]

The Y/l’s

Logan Sargent x journalist!reader smau

Similar to Allison and Issac Rochelle Kutch, the internet decided that you are not a Sargent, but rather Logan is a Y/l. I imagine this takes place years in the future (Logan isn't 22 and in his rookie season but a little older)

logansargent

Liked by: Alex_albon, daltonsargent, y/nsargent, and 369,298 others

logansargent: I recommend marrying your childhood crush. Y/n, this past year of being your husband has been incredible, every year I get to count as being yours is better than the last. It's always been you -Your husband ❤️

Tagged y/nsargent

y/nsargent from friends to “friends” to dating to married, who wouldn’t thunk it! Love you so much Lo❤️

logansargent love you more ❤️

alex_albon “friends” is crazy

daltonsargent those teen years were something

user1 my standards aren’t high, I just want a man who will openly declare himself mine on main

Williamsracing our fav bride💙

y/nsargent Williams admin 🔛🔝

user2 I cant decide if I love or hate the idea of wrecking the dress at the end of the reception 🫠

oscarpiastri I can’t believe I’ve had to deal with y’all for so long

logansargent do you want compensation or something??

y/nsargent here’s a cookie for your troubles 🍪

user3 "its always been you" SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

y/nsargent

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y/nsargent been making Sargent look good for a whole year 💪💪 Logan, it’s been a fairytale with you!! Thank you for being here for everything and showing me that long distance is worth it❤️

Tagged logansargent

logansargent you make Sargent look damn good baby❤️

y/nsargent 🥰

lilymhe absolutely stunning- one of my favorite days ever!!

y/nsargent best maid of honor ever (even though you showed me up at my own wedding)

lilymhe i couldn’t never show you up (you can get payback at mine promise)

y/nsargent can’t wait!! @/alex_albon tick tick

alex_albon you’re either flirting with her or encouraging a proposal

user1 uugh the wedding collage is such a vibe 😫

user2 literal goals

y/nsargent

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y/nsargent: the grind>>>

Tagged: no one

user1 full time journalist AND full time wag

user2 what can’t she do

logansargent it don’t stop 💪😎

landonorris ok frat boy

user3 Logan is the real trophy husband here

oscarpiastri real

user4 OSCAR?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

lilymhe I’m still in awe of your ability to work on a plane

y/nsargent it’s less of my ability to and more of that Coke next to me in the first pic 💀

user5 LMAO

user6 I love how she never misses watching a race

user7 especially bc her schedule is already so crazy

user8 fr she’s constantly flying from one place to another writing for a million companies

user9 She's everything and he's just Ken

logansargent

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logansargent Podium in my home race for my good luck charm- it'll always be you 🍀🏆

Tagged williamsracing, y/nsargent

y/nsargent when he dedicated his home race to you >>>

landonorris he talks like a frat dude and you talk like you’re chronically on tik tok…

oscarpiastri match made in heaven

y/nsargent I don’t remember inviting this energy into my comment thread

user1 screaming crying throwing up

user2 “my good luck charm” 🤸🏼‍♀️🚊

user3 sleeping on the Highway

user4 toaster bath bomb fr fr

user5 Logan making it on the podium and still bringing up his wife is literal trophy husband behavior

user6 Logan Y/l fr fr

user7 who’s Logan Sargent anyway? Ew

y/nsargent 👀 @/lilymhe

lilymhe well when you bring Taylor into the convo…

Williamsracing on three everyone say thank you y/n

y/nsargent thank you y/n

Alex_albon girlie bffr

user8 why am I crying? no reason just Logan always telling it is or it always will be her

y/nsargent

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y/nsargent wreck my plans that’s my man 🇺🇸🦅

Tagged logansargent, Williamsracing

logansargent and what did I do to deserve a T Swift caption??

y/nsargent just by being the trophy husband you are ❤️

logansargent proudly ❤️

user1 y/n always delivers 10/10 Logan content

user2 the emojis💀

lilymhe that pic is literal goals

y/nsargent we're literal goals

lilymhe love you bae

logansargent do we have any defense here

Alex_albon none mate

Y/nsargent with spokeswomen

liked by taylorswift, lilymhe, Serenawilliams, and 960,483 others

y/nsargent: no one is gonna tell you this kid, but I can now. You are gonna have so many sleepless nights, so many long plane rides across the world, so many abandoned relationships, and so so many tears. You're gonna cover more sports games, fashion shows, and political events than you ever thought possible. You will hit the very rock bottom of it all multiple times, but you’ll keep going. Thank God that you did, because now you have multiple awards under your belt as well as your own news provider, @/spokeswomen!

I don't know what the future will look like other than more busy, busy days but thank you to everyone who has supported me on this journey and will continue to 🫶🫶

Tagged: spokeswomen

lilymhe your journey has been so so inspirational to women in all fields! I am so excited that because of you and your connections the world now has another safe space for female based news!! 💖

y/nsargent love you lil!! You are as much as an inspiration to me💖

logansargent I'll be your coffee runner forever if it means shit like this gets done 👏

y/nsargent you're gonna regret saying that user6 we love a supportive husband user7 Mr. Y/l raising standards everywhere

taylorswift such a incredible creation!! So many wonderful stories are gonna be shared and many necessary actions will be kicked started here-- you have a loyal follower

y/nsargent ahh thank you so much!! It is such an honor to read this, especially after all the hype sessions to "The Man" and "Mad Women"

user1 if @/spokeswomen has a hundred followers I'm one, if they have 1 its me, and if they have 0 I'm dead

user2 I love the idea of all women based and written articles on a wide range of topics-- they website/media pages are so aesthetic too😫

user3 so Logan goes vroom vroom for a job while Y/n created an entire news company to share women's voices??

user4 official petition to have their last names changed to Y/l

liked by y/nsargent and lilymhe

user5 live, laugh, love Y/n Y/l

serenawilliams it's people like you who make the world a better place

y/nsargent likewise- you've been one of my biggest inspirations

logansargent

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logansargent: the setup v.s the view 😍

tagged: y/nsargent

y/nsargent is this a thirst trap for our marriage??

lilymhe you can take the boy away from the frat boy mentality, but you can't take the mentality out of the boy...

user1 men<< women fr fr

y/nsargent Logan Y/l energy

user2 LMAO Y/N 💀

user3 SHE KNOWS

logansargent how does that equate to Kenergy

williamsracing room with a view 🫶

User4 his hands???

User5 foaming at the mouth

User6 what does she use to do her hair? It looks great

Williamsracing

Liked by y/nsargent, user4, logansargent

Williamsracing: the air smells like a podium for Mr. Y/l this weekend‼️

Tagged logansargent

User1 Babe wake up Williams called Logan Y/l

Y/nsargent Williams gets it

Lilymhe the word is spreading

Logansargent I’m still just as confused as in Y/n’s comment section

Y/nsargent don’t worry babe

oscarpiastri it’s your true form

user2 *eagle screech*

user3 the last name was the final factor to becoming the ultimate trophy husband

user4 lmao he's about to ascend

Y/nsargent

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Y/nsargent vacation with the Y/n’s

Tagged Logansargent

Logansargent I feel like I’m losing my manly man cred with this new trend

Alex_albon don’t worry man you can’t lose what you never had

Lilymhe Alex you're one to talk

y/nsargent BAHAHAHAH

user1 not Logan losing his mind over this 😭

User2 “my manly man cred” ROLLING

oscarpiastri he called me to complain about this

User3 not Dalton telling on him

Logansargent if you’ve spent the amount of time I have talking with her abt being a SARGENT and then spend over a year with the name SARGENT you’d be concerned too

Y/nsargent awww lo 🥺

logansargent

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Logansargent can’t here y'all up here

Tagged y/nsargent

Y/nsargent get them with the clap back baby!!

Lilymhe we’re rooting for you!!

Logansargent y’all are both assholes

User1 Leia ate

logansargent golden hour goddess

user2 oh to travel to the mountains with my husband and our dog

y/nsargent I'd also like to add Leia has my last name at the vet...

logansargent too bad I don't go to the vet as well

user3 LMAO

user4 we love the middle school comebacks

user5 this entire family has pretty privilege

lilymhe

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lilymhe dinner with the He's and Y/l's

tagged: y/nsargent, logansargent, Alex_albon

y/nsargent I missed our dinners

lilymhe same!! screw adult life with adult responsibilities

user1 that looks so good

user2 oh to be invited to a dinner with Y/n and Lily

user3 why does that salad look so plain💀

Alex_albon wondeful night darling ❤️ thank you to everyone involved for trusting mine and Logan's cooking

logansargent a very big thank you

user4 he's just building the resume, soon all Y/n will need to do is work and be pretty

logansargent that's the goal

y/nsargent

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y/nsargent we've hit 1 million followers on @/spokeswomen!! This project has meant so much to me and to see it grow has been unreal!! Thank you to the wonderful group of women who stand beside me and help keep this dream afloat- I love y'all more than words💖

Logan (and Leia), thank you for all the nights you've held me together when I wanted to fall apart and quit this project. You saw the vision that was so much bigger than me. I love you so much ❤️

tagged: spokeswomen, logansargent, partner1, partner2, partner3, partner4

user1 since they adopted Leia she's been in every post of theirs 😭

user2 they're so real for it

partner2 I'm forever in awe of your hard work and how you made a dream your reality!!

logansargent you have always and will always be the one for me, wether or not 7 y/o me knew it. You are such an inspiration to me always. I will always pick you up when you fall, because you've always been the wind beneath me to keep me soaring high ❤️

y/nsargent now I'm crying at work, I love you so much Lo❤️

user3 that office in an introverts nightmare

y/nsargent don't worry! Everyone's preference and comfort was taken into account when designing- we have plenty of support for all kinds of social types. Plus we've all grown close so it feels more casual than cold and business-y

user4 that's so considerate

partner3 she's the best boss ever

partner1 I'm in debt to you everyday for bring me onto this amazing project- I cannot wait to see what the future holds

user5 aww Logan and Leia

Alex_albon top tier dog dad right there

lilymhe when can we get one

Alex_albon with what time?

y/nsargent you're so right, y'all are too busy for a dog. Now a specific diamond ring however...

lilymhe you heard the lady

logansargent

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logansargent cheers to 2 whole years of marriage! I never want to imagine a reality where we aren't together- thank you so much for all the support and love. The only girl you could ever come second to is Leia. I promise to forever bring you coffee, make sure you rest, and mostly importantly love you. Its always been you- Mr. Y/l

tagged: Y/nsargent

y/nsargent ALERT THE PUBLIC HE SAID MR. Y/L

user6 "its always been you- Mr. Y/n" I can't handle this rn

user7 Logan finally used Y/l

user8 as much as I hated the wait, this was the best time for him to do it

y/nsargent I love you so much Lo, I'm holding you up to your promises- specially the last one

logansargent yes ma'am

user1 YOURE TELLING ME HER WEDDING RING IS ENGRAVED WITH WHAT HE ALWAYS TOLD/TELLS HER

user2 the childhood friends to lovers trope is truly magical

user3 God it's me again

user4 I just want a man who will openly admit his love, as well as say it's always been me

user5 Y/n just lives in a romance novel

lilymhe my absolute favorites 🫶 many years of happiness and adventures to you three

y/nsargent 🫶

Alex_albon congrats on the big 2!! Love you both

logansargent thank you man

williamsracing we're not crying over the Y/l's, you are🥹

f1 in this house we support the Sargent's/Y/l's

[heartlesscorpse]

Ghostface HCs ⋆｡°✩👻🔪

Wahoo, more Ghostfaceeee. Ghostface brainrot be really taking over tho gadayum, Danny gonna drill a hole into my fucking brain; unlike Pyramid Head as he pretty much made a crater. Smh, I’m rambling too much and Imma move on from that now — yeah slightly busy week but pushing through in the mean time and having Ghostface for some fuckin’ motivation. Some nsfw shit will be mentioned and possibly some gore but nonetheless, this’ll be a fun one boys. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

OKAY getting this shit out of the way first but Slipknot do be hitting hard for me atm and I gotta say it’s either Vermilion or Prosthetics that give me massive brainrot and Ghostface vibes.

It’s a possibility I might even write a mini fic based off of Prosthetics ngl, now there’s a fuckin’ thought.

It’s either some dumbass banter or flirting between you and Ghostface, never an in between. Most of the time 90% of whatever flirtatious remarks comes out of Danny’s mouth is a joke, but at the same time he’s also not fuckin’ kidding.

“Baby what that tongue do?” “Lick my fingers. To turn the pages of the Bible for sinners like you.”

Get ready for some nightly fucking shenanigans because Ghostface is going to drop in when you least expect it.

Despite being the flirtatious bastard he is, Danny can get clingy at times.

Like this man could demand cuddles and if you refuse he will just tie you up and have his cuddles anyways because he doesn’t give a shit if you say no. He does what he wants anyways.

He’ll have you lying there tied up and helpless on your bed, listening to whatever fuckin’ rants he’s going on about, probably something about his night or maybe shit talking about another resident in Roseville he plans to kill in some few days. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

By the time he’s leaving he might’ve took something small of yours for keeping, not like you were gonna notice much of a difference anyways. And you’re definitely not gonna get it back.

Besides stalking his chosen targets for his next kill, Ghostface still keeps his tabs on you whenever he doesn’t happen to show up inside your home or phone in. Either he’d take some photos on random occasions while you’re in public, keeping lost items of yours, might’ve ended up building a small shrine out of that shit ngl.

It’s almost hilarious but at the same time it isn’t, because Ghostface swore to himself he would never build some sort of attachment towards his victims or anybody in general but then you came along and somehow changed that shit. 💀💀

Might’ve found out your text tbh so he could annoy you for endless hours during the day when he’s not around and playing himself as Jed and working at the Gazette.

Did I forget to mention how possessive he is??? Man’s honestly lucky to have some restraint and composure seeing some other people talking to you and breathing the same fuckin’ air otherwise he would’ve killed them already by the next night, this shit don’t apply to that drunkard who was harassing you the one Saturday night you went out to the bar with friends though. That shit was justified in his opinion.

There’s either two reasons and two reasons only why Ghostface would’ve made a drop inside your house, either this man is wanting attention from you and to talk, or this mfer is horny as shit. There’s no in-between.

Dude’s into kinky shit you name it, stuff like: bondage, blood play, knife play, things like that. Blood play might’ve been off the table for the first half however he might’ve brought it up some time around when you got comfy enough where you weren’t constantly having to get into some cat fight with the guy.

Might I add, the first time he met you and he was picking you off as one of his victims he got a fuckin’ hard-on from your fear and seeing the bit of blood smeared on your arms or cheeks while you were fighting for your life.

Mirror sex, semi-public sex, a quickie, phone sex, dude’s up for some small bit of risks and that mainly goes with semi-public ofc because he finds it fun and adds more spice to the situation.

He’s still paying close in mind wherever he does it so he himself isn’t getting caught in that position with you and shit would somehow escalate. He doesn’t do it often a lot but maybe to some rare occasion or something like that.

He likes hearing you beg and looking like an absolute flustered mess under him. 😌

Rough sex is also a big yes, he doesn’t do it gentle much but it might’ve happened in some rare chances even if you didn’t ask for it.

Mask stays on babes he’s not taking it off during sex.

He’s also pushing you to overstimulation because he can and will, and he takes fuckin’ joy out of it >:))

Gets a small power trip out of it too, knowing he’s the one driving you insane this way and making you plead for his cock.

Shhh that’s just his way of showing how much he loves you.

He’s pretty good with aftercare, cuddles in bed afterwards and a short nap in the mean time before morning where he’ll have to bounce by then and get to work.

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[blue-jisungs]

childish honesty

author's note. okay phew this has been rotting in my drafts since JULY??? the main reason of not posting was literally no idea for the title bye. anyways i hope you enjoy, esp you @l3visbby since this is the chan work i’ve been talking about 💀

big shout out to my beloved @planetkiimchi for proofreading, ilysm and thank you so so much <3 i really appreciate it 🥹

summary. there’s a cute guy who’s literally perfect. everything starts to work out when your little secret comes out // or in which you always adored children’s honesty but fail to do the same

summary. 7894

warnings. swearing, alcohol consumption + one scene in a club but nothing too wild, mention of cheating. a bit angsty :) chan is a bit of an ass but then again, he kind of has a reason….. + some cameos <3

biting the inside of your cheek deep in thought, your friend – jeongyeon – noticed you’re drifting away. tapping the back of your hand gently, warm smile on her lips. your other friend, jihyo, scoffed.

“and you’re gone again… don’t tell me he’s on your mind” she sighed dramatically. a blush crept on your face since you were caught.

“girl, you were supposed to relax! clear your head! go wild!” jeongyeon grunted and broke into a mischievous giggle “well, the last one is for later”

“we know you love him but please, stop thinking about him. for once…” jihyo pouted “i’ll get jealous!”

“okay, you know i love you both” you smiled, grabbing their hands “i’m sorry. you know how it is”

“well… we don’t. but we understand, we know what you’ve been through. that’s why you need a break” jeongyeon said and jihyo nodded in agreement “aaaand we need to find you a new man”

“huh?” you blinked, reaching for your coffee cup.

“oh come on, don’t act like you don’t understand” jihyo winked and you almost choked on the hot beverage. the action made your friends laugh “what?! that’s not what i meant…” you grunted but your reaction spoke for yourself.

“now that i think about it… jihyo, do you remember chan? from our company? he’s in another department but he’s the manager, you should know him” jeongyeon hummed, tapping her fingers against her coffee cup. you stole a glance at your phone. no one texted you.

“of course i do! i love chan, he’s so cute and good in what he does… wait” the corners of jihyo’s lips curled into a mischievous smile “oh…”

“oh indeed” jeongyeon smirked, both of them slowly looking at you.

“what?” you asked and your attention was quickly dismissed when your phone buzzed. the girls in front of you exchanged sly looks with each other and nodded in agreement.

“okay! let’s go to my place and change up, hm? it’s friday night, i already thought of a party plan” jihyo smacked the table energetically and stood up from the seat, going over to pay for the coffee.

“where does she get this energy from…” you murmured as you texted back. jeongyeon smiled and stood up too, waiting for you.

“yeah… no…” you grunted, swirling the drink in your hand. squeezing your phone between your cheek and your arm, you looked for your lipgloss hidden somewhere in the bag.

you wanted to finish talking before your friends come back with even more drinks. it was hard to hear jooyeon’s rambles due to the loud music booming in the club.

“‘m sorry, can you speak a bit louder?” you asked and managed to find your lipgloss “or just…”

“y/n!” you heard jihyo’s shouts

“sorry, baby, i need to go!” you said

“but…” jooyeon whined and you sighed apologetically.

“i’ll call you in the morning, okay?” you hummed and were met with a soft, sad hmpf. quickly hanging up, you pretended to use your phone as a mirror while holding the lipgloss.

“we’re back, ta-dam!” jeongyeon put the drinks on the table and shot you a suspicious glance “do you even see anything?”

“no… not really” you giggled and put your phone down, gulping down your previous drink “i’ll be right back!”

entering the bathroom you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. you really shouldn’t have hung up so early. what if it was important? what if he needed help… what if he needed you?

quickly fixing your lipgloss, you shook your head. you shouldn’t think about it so much. the girls went out with you to have fun so just for a night you could forget about him, right?

after hiding the lipgloss in your mini bag; zipping it so the small electric guitar keychain dingled gently, you left the bathroom.

right away you felt your legs tripping or just the impact of someone bumping into you, you weren’t sure. before you could fall, a surprised yelp reached your ears and two hands held you sturdily by your waist.

“i’m sorry, i should have watched where i was going” a male voice rung in your ears, causing you to squirm away from his hold. he let go, shaking his head “sorry”

“that’s okay, it was my fault too” you nodded and looked at his face. the red neon lights in the club didn’t help you in analysing his features but from what you saw now, he was handsome. his mouth opened and you could sense he’d apologise again but suddenly jihyo’s favourite song came on.

you just nodded for the second time and turned around, the man’s gaze following you – unbeknownst to you.

quickly joining your friends you went to the dance floor, finally starting to relax and temporarily forget about your worries.

arriving at your place, head pumping like crazy, you slowly opened the front door. it was around 10am, saturday morning. quietly entering the kitchen and painfully slowly opening the upper cabinet so it doesn’t creak—

“mom is back!”

you sighed. mission failed.

turning around with a smile you were met with jooyeon’s body launching at you.

“easy there” you giggled and last minute kneeled down, so he could hug you properly. his small hands wrapped around your neck, lips smooching your cheek “missed me that much?”

“duh! it’s boring without you!” jooyeon grinned cheekily and leaned away. then you registered someone leaning over the kitchen counter.

“jooyeonnie, could you maybe pick up the toys in the living room? quick, so mom won’t see the mess” the feminine voice was gentle and soft, as always.

“oh shoot, the toys!” jooyeon yelled out, causing you to scrunch your face. as he ran out of the room, you stood up and sent yuna a warm smile.

“thank you…” you sighed, grabbing a glass of water

“i can see the party was nice” she giggled, observing you “do you need me to stay longer? it’s not…”

“no, absolutely not. i already asked you for too much… but thank you so much” you shook your head as a no, putting the mini bag on the countertop.

yuna was jooyeon’s babysitter. she was a first year university student so the deal was great for three of you: jooyeon loved her (and vice versa), she got to earn some money and you had the opportunity to spend your time with friends or stay overtime without any stress. but hey! it was friday, today it’s saturday and yuna, such a young and lovely girl, definitely shouldn’t miss out on her free time on you two. plus your hangover.

“i’ve got this” you nodded and handed her the cash. she looked at you worried, then stealing a glance at jooyeon who already got distracted with something else.

“if you need anything please let me know…” yuna smiled politely.

“i need you to rest now” you chuckled and patted her arm “i’ve got this, really. have a nice day, yuna. jooyeon, say bye to aunt yuna!”

“bye bye!” he yelled out and ran up to her, grinning and reaching his hand out. they did a high five and yuna left, a sweet smile on her lips. to think she was one year younger than you when jooyeon— “where were you?” jooyeon crossed his hands and cocked an eyebrow, watching you. finishing your water you started looking for some medicine.

“with auntie jihyo and jeongyeon…” you started slowly, trying to focus and figure out what to say “… having a fun time. girls’ night out, you know?”

“mhm…” he hummed, dark irises glued to you “then why do you smell so… gross?”

you scoffed, the package with painkillers dropping from some hidden spot behind glasses.

“we were dancing and having drinks… and when i left, aunties were still sleeping so i didn’t want to wake them up with the loud shower” you explained, taking the meds “is it that bad?”

“yeah. take a shower, you stink” jooyeon ordered and turned around, happily going back to the living room and whatever he was doing with the play-dooh. kids are so honest, don’t you just love them?

following his orders you showered, fighting your eyelids. oh a nap… nap would be great right now.

leaving the bathroom, already in your comfy clothes, you shuffled slowly to find jooyeon. he was scribbling something in a colouring book.

“i think i’ll take a nap, joo. wanna go with me?” you asked quietly. his eyes lit up and he dropped the crayons, grabbing your hand instead

“of course, let’s go!” he exclaimed, leading you to your bedroom. jooyeon was old enough to sleep in his own bed but if he had the chance to sleep with you… on the biiiig bed… there’s no way he’d miss it for the world.

soon enough you were falling asleep with mr wolfy, jooyeon’s plushie, by your side.. and nugget, his another plushie. and five other plushies. and, above all, with your son snuggled comfortably next to you.

chan typed furiously, engrossed in his task. he didn’t even realise when felix walked into the room.

“hey, chan?”

he looked up, taken aback.

“what’s up?” chan asked, smiling softly. his features softened, looking at felix’s pensive face.

“see, i was talking to jihyo… you know, the other manager…” felix started. chan nodded — obviously he knew her. they meet once a month at the monthly evaluation “do you happen to be willing to go on a blind date?”

chan froze, eyes widening. he let out a nervous laugh, scratching his head.

“what is this about?” he asked, felix breaking into a smile.

“well you’re single, right? and apparently jihyo has a friend… so we just thought…” felix drifted off and took a deep breath “listen, i know i’m in no place to say it. but you’re my friend, we’ve known each other for years. and i feel like you should give it a shot. just once”

“but…” chan started, still not fully realising what’s going on

“don’t worry about it, i’m sure you’ll do well. literally everyone likes you, you know? me and jihyo can set up the date, just let me know if… that’s okay” felix breathed out, smiling softly. chan looked down and shook his head, shrugging.

“okay. just this once and only because you’re so kind about it” he scoffed. felix’s face lit up, eyes sparkling with joy.

“really?” he asked in shock. chan looked back at him and smiled

“really. but while you’re so euphoric, don’t forget to send me those audio files of the songs, okay?” chan dead serious. his friend nodded enthusiastically, leaving the room.

what the hell did he just agree to…?

fidgeting with his fingers chan stared at the people in the café. it was cozy, cutely decorated and full of plants. it’s not like he wasn’t here before, it was his friend’s cafe – seungmin’s. he knew all the staff, he was there to help with the decor and all. hell, he often worked there on his laptop with headphones in, in his own world (even though seungmin hated when he did that, apparently he scared the customers away)

he took a deep sigh and looked over at the counter. seungmin along with his two workers, momo and minho sent him thumbs up. of course, they knew about the date, felix had told them.

the door opened and he looked up, excited and nervous at the same time. his features dropped once he noticed it was an elder lady. letting out a scoff he checked the time. well, he was the one who was a bit earlier. would you be on time? or show up at all? he was thinking about–

“excuse me? are you chan?”

he looked up, blinking slowly. oh wow. you… you looked stunning.

“oh. yeah. yeah, that’s me” he nodded and stood up, reaching his hand out “y/n, i assume? jihyo’s friend?”

“yes” you smiled and shook his hand, sitting down “did you wait long?”

“oh, no… not really” he scratched his neck, glancing at his friends. they all sent him thumbs up “here’s the menu…”

“thank you. oh wow, the choices are…” you giggled nervously, reading all the drink and dessert descriptions. jooyeon would definitely like strawberry boom, whatever that was.

“i know, right?” chan tilted his head and adored your features. when jihyo said you’re pretty, he didn’t give it a much thought. he’d say the same thing about felix or his other friends too. but you… you were really angelic. and your smile was so sweet, he never wanted to see it disappear– “hm?”

“i’ll just go for an americano for now” you said and looked up “what about you?”

“i’ll get the strawberry cake, it’s really good. well, actually my friend owns the cafe so…” chan mumbled “… um, yeah. depends what you like, the lemon muffin is good too!”

“okay, if you recommend it then i’ll take it” you shot him a smile and before you could walk up to the counter, someone arrived at the table. your eyes widened upon seeing momo, a friend of jeongyeon’s. you talked a couple of times, she’s really nice but you didn’t know she worked here. in fact, didn’t she work at some dance studio…?

“hi, can i take your order?” she asked sweetly. chan’s gaze was focused on you. it warmed your heart because, well… momo was gorgeous. and he chose to look at you? a small thing but still…

“yes, i’ll take the strawberry cake and espresso. and for this beautiful lady, americano and lemon muffin” chan said, sending you a boyish smile. momo nodded

“iced or warm?” she asked you, winking.

“iced, please” you hummed and realised you still have your purse hung over your arm. momo walked away and you took the purse off, hanging it on the back of the chair.

“sorry if i’m awkward, i haven’t been on a date in a while” you chuckled and noticed chan’s gazed glued to your purse.

“the keychain” he hummed, pointing at it. you grabbed your purse and showed him the electric guitar keychain that was attached to the zipper “it’s cute”

“thank you. it’s a gift from a family member, i carry it everywhere” you hummed and watched chan’s eyes widen.

“were you perhaps at a party last week?” he asked, giggling when your face turned into shock while nodding “oh! so this is the mystery person i bumped into”

“what?!” you laughed loudly, uncontrollable grin plastered on your face “no way! i didn’t see your face then…”

“well me too but i remembered the guitar chain. i’m kind of a music freak… well, i do music for passion and work so it just… it just caught my eye” chan hummed, pointing at the item again “do you play?”

“oh, i used to when i was younger. and then boom, adult life, work, uni… i had to sell it to make ends meet. so, sadly, not anymore” you explained and nodded your head slowly. it was true.

however, a fact was that jooyeon gave it to you. well, he bought it somewhere when he was on a trip with his kindergarten. music ran in his veins ever since he was little. you still have those cute videos when he was younger and used pot lids as drum plates–

“–for a living?” chan’s question brought you back to life. momo arrived and placed your orders. letting out a small, amazed gasp you took out your phone to snap a picture. you’d show it later to jooyeon. maybe one day you could visit the café with him.

“i work in corpo. numbers, numbers and numbers. i wanna change my job but eh… is it worth the risk?” you answer and your life flashes in front of your eyes when your wallpaper appears on your phone.

obviously, it’s your son but you hoped chan didn’t see it. so you try to act like nothing happened: “this muffin is so cute i need to take a picture”

“honestly, understandable. if it wasn’t my millionth time here, i’d snap pics too” he hummed and realised that ever since you exchanged greetings, he would not stop smiling.

“done! ah, yours looks appetising too” you nod, the big strawberry on his cake as red as the guitar on your keychain.

as you two dive into the desserts, you continue your conversation. you’re surprised to come to a conclusion that after such a long time of not having dates, you weren’t stressed. and… you’re having fun?

jooyeon was doodling something next to you with his tongue stuck out while you were in the phone with jihyo and jeongyeon.

“so?! how was it?!” the former practically yelled, causing your son to look up curiously. he twirled his small pointer finger next to his temple and muttered “she’s crazy”, causing you to scoff and pat his head.

“weeell… it was nice. chan himself is veery handsome but also, so kind? it is a little suspicious now that i think about it” you hummed, subconsciously smiling at your son

“noo, please! we’ve known him for a while and trust me, this man doesn’t have a single bad bone in his body. a green flag, if you will” jengyeon whined “tell us more though!”

“well, we talked… had a nice dessert… and talked more. oh and also, we were at the café momo works at!” you said and stood up, going somewhere distant so jooyeon wouldn’t hear your next words

“we know, we did this on purpose so she could tell us the truth in case you ran away or something…” jihyo laughed, causing you to scoff “and girl! she told us you two just wouldn’t shut up! she said she could feel the chemistry from all the way over there”

a blush crept at your cheeks. was is that visible? he’s just… so cute. and smart. and funny. and–

“did you tell him?” jeongyeon cut in, long silence meeting her question. you could hear the heavy sigh she left “y/n–“

“i know but i panicked! it’s like a biggest turn off for a guy, no? like personally, i’d run away” you mumbled looking over at joo engrossed in his task, swinging his feet and humming happily “i’ll tell him next time, i promise”

“you better. WAIT, NEXT TIME?!” jihyo yelled out and all you could hear were squeals and screams. jooyeon jumped off the chair and grabbed the paper sheet he was drawing on

“yes, next time. we’re having a second date next week and he gave me his number” you squealed too, unable to control the excitement. jooyeon grinned and run up to you, handing you the paper with anticipation.

he drew both of you with guitars in your hands. well, you were also holding hands. a lot of hearts and something that looked like a wolf in the corner. there was also a big, crooked but colourful ‘for my beatifull mommy’.

you leaned down and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

“thank you, my little rockstar. i love you” you hummed, deciding to ignore the typo he made. it’s the gesture that counts.

the next date was a surprise. chan texted you to meet at their company, and because you work close, you agreed. he told you you two would drive for an hour, but he promised it’d be worth the wait.

leaving jooyeon with yuna (who complimented your outfit from head to toe, as if she was the one taking you on said date), you were off.

you arrived at the jyp building, almost pretty sure that jeongyeon and jihyo were watching you somewhere from their offices.

chan was standing there, in his suit and tie loosened a bit with a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand. you gasped and that caught his attention, turning around.

“oh, you’re here!” he smiled brightly. approaching him, you noticed the flowers were probably a picked set; petals mostly white and in pink shades “this is for you~”

“oh… oh wow. i’m… woah, thank you” you smiled widely, warmth spreading across your body. you couldn’t remember the last time a man gave you flowers (except jooyeon, every year on mother’s day… and literally every time he saw a pretty flower and picked it) “they’re are really beautiful”

“i know, right? i thought about you when i saw them but… you’re prettier” chan smiled cheekily and blood rushed to your cheeks. mumbling a quiet, almost incoherent ‘thank you’ he giggled, pointing at something “my car is parked over there. i didn’t think this through though because there’s no water. hopefully the flowers won’t dry out”

“even if they do, i’ll keep them. dried petals really have their own charm” you hummed, smelling them. you followed chan to his car and he opened the door for you with a charming smile. the vehicle itself was way bigger and more expensive than your own. and way more comfortable. and clean. well, chan probably didn’t have a messy five year old to begin with so maybe that’s why. or maybe he’s just a neat man who likes his environment clean and squeaky? that would be nice but then again, with jooyeon nothing ever is clean.

the drive went fast, way too fast. maybe because there was not a moment of dull conversation with chan and you were truly enjoying yourself. in fact, you didn’t even notice when you arrived at a parking. it was surrounded by tall grass, preventing you to see what’s around.

you left the car, leaving the flowers on your seat and chan joined your side.

“so… how’d you meet jihyo and jeongyeon?” he asked, genuinely curious. you followed him and noticed a beach. letting out a small gasp you took off your shoes, grabbing them in your free hand. chan did the same, leaving your left hand and his right one free.

“well… i had a boyfriend in high school. and one day a girl came up to me and gently explained that she thinks my boyfriend is dating someone else. i was surprised, to say at least and i didn’t even want to believe her. but she was like “girl, you need to believe me! let’s talk to his other girlfriend”… so we did. we realised it makes sense, the girl even showed us pictures she took” you giggled at the memory, suddenly – for a brief moment – feeling how his hand brushes against yours “the girl was jihyo, the other girlfriend was jeongyeon. we decided we want to expose him. in the meantime we asked jihyo why she’s helping us and she told us that he asked her out! can you believe it?”

“what a dickhead” chan grunted, amused smile dancing on his lips. he was listening to you, eyes adoring your face.

“i know, right?” you chuckled and when your hands brushed again, you noticed how the tips of his ears turned pink. cute. “so we exposed him, when he was on a ‘date’ with jihyo. we were sixteen so we just, you know… publicly said this and that. i think jihyo told her friends and the word spread he’s a pathetic liar. but our friendship stayed”

“oh woah. i thought it was just like, clicking after working on a project together but this was way more than i could imagine” he laughed and you joined him.

“yeah, it’s an unusual story. how about you? i’m guessing you met her through work stuff?” you tilted your head.

“mhm, exactly. when i was picked as a manager she congratulated me. then we just started meeting at the monthly meetings for managers and chatted during the breaks” he said and then shook his head “with all due respect, enough about jihyo. i wanna know something about you”

“well, what would you like to know?” you hummed.

while you took a walk, chatting about his career, your passions and his travels, the sun set beautifully at the horizon. once the pastel pinks and oranges morphed into navy sky, stars peeking one by one, you decided to return back to the car.

and that’s when you realised chan lost the shoes he was holding. trying to look for it, which was hard not only due to the darkness but also the uncontrollable laughter you two couldn’t contain, you still chatted. that’s when you found out he’s from australia (“oh woah, i always wanted to go there!”) and that he has a dog, berry. just when you said that you were thinking of getting a dog too (well, more like jooyeon wanted a puppy), chan found his shoes.

they were in the sand, waves moving them around. just as he was about to take them, water came. chan yelped, giggling and backing off. you followed him but then realised the shoes were being taken away by the sea. since you had on a sundress and he was in pants, you decided to walk into the water to grab them.

“no, y/n!” chan called but you were already almost knee deep, taking his shoes. you showed them to him and walked up, scratching your head.

“uhm… i don’t think they’ll be useful anymore” you grunted and before you gave him the shoes, chan took off his blazer. placing it slowly on your arms, he took the wet shoes.

“we’ll see. thank you though, you didn’t have to” he laughed.

only when you entered the car, did you realise how late it had gotten. you texted yuna that you’d be back in an hour and offered for her to sleep at your place. she didn’t read the message, so you assumed she might be already asleep.

chan was so kind as to drop you off right at your doorstep. stepping out of the car, he walked you to the door with a shy smile. the flowers in your hand dried a bit but maybe, hopefully, you’d be able to save them.

“thank you for today” you said with a soft smile, slowly walking up to the door “i had a really fun time”

“me too. seriously, i enjoy spending time with you” chan hummed, his hands behind his back. you had a feeling he wanted to say something else

“the beach was really pretty as well. and thank you for the flowers, i’ll try to bring them back to life” a chuckle left your lips and he grinned “if… uhm…”

“we can do this again sometime” he caught on and smiled boyishly “i’m open to suggestions what fo you want to do next time”

“well, i’ll think about it. and… good night, chan. drive safe and sleep well” you said slowly and took a deep breath before quickly pecking his cheek. chan’s ears turned red as you put in the code to the staircase.

“g-good night, y/n!” he stuttered quickly as you walked in. sending him a warm smile before you went to the elevator, off you were.

chan checked if you’re really gone and started giggling like crazy, fingers gently caressing the spot you placed a kiss on.

during your third date with chan, after texting him all the time you decided to go to the cinema. you paid in advance for the tickets when you decided to see oppenheimer (only because you’ve already seen barbie with your friends). laughing at chan’s reaction when he realised, he promised to pay next time.

but in the middle of the movie you got a phone call. you’d decline it but as soon as you noticed it’s jihyo (because she was staying with jooyeon today), you rushed out of the room telling chan you’re going to the bathroom.

“yes? what’s happening?” you asked as soon as you left, going to sit at the nearby bench.

“pfff… one phone call and you already assume something is happening. well, actually right now…” jihyo started and your heart dropped when you heard jooyeon crying in the background.

“jihyo. what happened?” you hissed, anxiously gripping your knee.

“well, i don’t really know. i was watching the news and doing some paperwork while he was jooyeoning in the background, when suddenly he started crying. i checked if he hurt himself, nothing. he won’t tell me why, he won’t hug me… i don’t know what to do. he told me not to call you but i’m getting nervous” jihyo said and you could tell by the speed of her speech. taking a deep breath, you nodded.

“hand the phone to joo, please” you breathed out and soon you heard your son’s choked sobs. “jooyeonnie?”

“mom…” he sniffled and suddenly started yelling “you’re a liar! you’re gonna leave me just like daddy did! you– you–! i hate you–!”

“hey, hey… calm down, joo. what’s going on? mommy is never going to leave you” you whispered, heart shattering. what is going on?

“you will! you’re a liar! and you’ll leave auntie yuna and auntie jihyo and– and auntie jeongyeon too! you’re a bad, ugly liar” jooyeon started hyperventilating, sobs and cries only audible on the other side of the phone

“jooyeonnie… i’d never leave you, i promise! mommy will be back in a second, alright? do you want me to buy you a snack on my way home? anything you want, my precious baby” you cooed, heart thumping in your chest. did someone say something in the kindergarten?

silence. long silence.

“dino nuggets…” jooyeonnie murmured, sniffling again.

“got it. i’ll be back in ten minutes, dear” you gulped, standing up “love you so much. i’ll be back soon, hold on okay?”

you hung up and hid your phone back in your bag. running your hands through your hair as your mind raced. what happened? who made joo think this way? why–

“y/n?”

you looked up and saw chan walking your way. great.

“are you okay? i got worried, you…” he stopped, smile dropping “you’re pale, did something happen?”

yes. your son – about who you didn’t tell him yet – is bawling his eyes out at home, god knows why. and you’re terrified. parenting books didn’t prepare you for any of this.

“i… i don’t feel too good. i’m sorry, i think i’ll go home” you mumbled, sending him a sad look “i’d love to stay but…”

“hey, hey. i understand. absolutely don’t worry. do you want me to drive you home?” he asked, voice genuinely filled with worry. it made your stomach flip, it was something truly heartwarming.

“no, no it’s okay. i’ll take a painkiller and go to sleep but i’ll let you know once i feel better. again, i’m sorry for ruining our date” you mumbled. chan took your hands in his and caressed it with his thumbs.

“please don’t worry about anything, okay?” he hummed and squeezed your hands “are you sure you’ll go home on your own?”

“yes, i am. i’ll keep you updated. again, i’m so–“ you started but chan shook his head.

“don’t be” he said softly and let you go. you sent him an apologetic smile and walked away. chan observed you until you were gone from his sight.

you were home quickly, with dino nuggets and some other necessities (gummy bears and ice cream). swinging the door open you almost dropped the groceries, running up to jooyeon. he wasn’t crying anymore, which was good but now he was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. pouting. ah. he’s more angry than sad now.

“jooyeonnie, i’m here” you breathed out, giving jihyo a look. she nodded and took the groceries, preparing to heat up the nuggets for jooyeon “will you talk to me? please. did someone say something bad?”

he put his lips into a right line, looking away.

“you’re a liar. you’ll leave me, just like daddy. even auntie jihyo said she’s scared of you leaving” he huffed, lower lip trembling. you sent jihyo a piercing look to which she only mouthed ‘it was a joke’.

you sat up and wrapped an arm around him. joo slapped your hand, wriggling away.

“i won’t leave, baby. what made you think that way, sweetie?” you asked quietly.

jooyeon sighed deeply.

“the guy”

you looked at jihyo, frowning. she shrugged.

“what guy?” you asked. jooyeon puffed his cheeks.

“auntie jihyo said you’re seeing a guy and in a blink of an eye you’ll leave them. and if you’ll leave them, you’ll leave me” he grunted.

oh.

“baby…” you whined, pouting “that’s not…”

“and– and you will disappear, just like dad! the guy will take you away!” jooyeon whined and finally looked at you, cheeks and lashes still wet from tears.

“he will not. your dad was a pu– scaredy cat. he was scared, that’s why he left. i will never… ever, ever leave you, joo!” you smiled and squished his small cheeks “yes, i am seeing a guy. but even if i like him and i’d like him to be my boyfriend, i won’t leave you. we’re a pack, you know? whoever would want me, has to want you too, hm?”

“was dad scared of me?” jooyeon asked, eyes tearing up again.

“oh no no no! he was… how to say it… he was scared of the responsibilities” you sighed. well, technically joo’s dad was scared of him but that’s not a conversation for now, with a five year old “you’re not the reason, okay? if anyone said anything to you…”

he shook his head slowly. so this was the case. poor jooyeon was just scared and… in fact, you did neglect him lately. you didn’t… you didn’t even ask him about his day. after picking him up from kindergarten you went straight away to dress up for the date–

“if that would make you feel better… if there’s a guy i’m seeing, you’ll have to accept him. or not. if you don’t like him, you tell me. we have a deal?” you cocked your head and reached your hand out.

“m’kay…” he murmured and his smaller hand squeezed yours. you pulled him into a hug, hiding your nose in his hair.

“i’m sorry i made you feel that way” you mumbled. jihyo came over, sniffling. sending her a shocked look you realised she’s… crying.

“i have dino nuggets!” she said cheerfully despite her voice trembling. jooyeon leaned away and pecked your cheek before aiming for the nuggets. you let him eat and looked at jihyo.

“what? you made me emotional. can we approve the guy too?” your friend mumbled. you nodded and scoffing, you hugged her too.

during your fourth date with chan – and yet another one during which you didn’t tell him about jooyeon – you were currently strolling down the street, coffee in your hands. well, you drank yours. having a small chat you couldn’t help but giggle when he told you about the time he mistakenly took wrong pendrive to work. resulting in showing his boss a presentation he made for a powerpoint night with his friends, titled: “why felix eating chicken is cannibalism”. you were about to ask him how on earth he didn’t get fired when–

suddenly your heart dropped and everything started happening in slow motion.

jeongyeon and jooyeon walking from around the corner, holding hands. jeongyeon was talking to him, smiling and your son was engrossed in the conversation. he was holding a small flower. his ebony eyes noticed you and widened, sparks of joy. his lips opening, a tiny hand of his letting go jeongyeon’s. and then you heard it.

“mommy!”

joo ran your way, almost dropping the flower. chan was still clueless, eyes laser focused on your features. once he realised something’s wrong, jooyeon was close. your instinct told you to squat and open your arms to hug him, so you did. joo’s body hit yours, tiny hands wrapping around your neck.

“hiya mommy!”

you hugged jooyeon back and leaned away, tucking a strand of his longish hair that stuck to his forehead. was that paint–?

“hi baby” you whispered, barely audible. jeongyeon walked up, panting. finally you looked at chan, heart pounding against your rib cage as if it was about to break any second. you couldn’t read him. sure, his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were widened but…

only when you picked up jooyeon and came back to chan’s eye level, there it was. the reaction you knew too damn well. features dropping, shock morphing into realisation. next was…

“that’s… that’s your kid?” chan spat out. jeongyeon squinted, jaw tensing. she liked chan, sure. he was a nice guy and a hardworking manager. but what he was about to say could completely change her point of view.

“yes” you mumbled faintly, sending him a weak smile “it’s my son–“

“you didn’t tell me. i get it, not saying anything about– i don’t fuc… know, a goldfish when you were nine but a child“ anger. anger was next and now there will be– “y/n… i’m disappointed”

your heart dropped. you had a small flame of hope that he won’t be like the other guys. he won’t run away, he won’t judge. but no. despite all the fun time and genuine softness of his character chan was like every single man you’ve met before.

“i can explain–!” a pathetic whine ripped out of your throat, making jooyeon tilt his head.

“i don’t… i need to go. we’ll talk later” was all he said before walking away.

jeongyeon quickly came over and took jooyeon from your hands. truly, you were thankful for that. as your heart shattered into pieces, your knees went weak. you wanted to lay down on the sidewalk and cry; no, wail.

looking at jooyeon and then jeongyeon, you took a deep breath. no. you’ll have to wait until later. you don’t want him to see you cry. your friend’s face was saying ‘told you so, you should’ve have told him sooner’ but her hand met yours and gave it a small squeeze.

“i’m sorry” she whispered and nudged your arm. jooyeon poked you and gave you the flower he was holding “let’s go home, hm?”

the next two weeks were tough. chan left you on read, so you gave up on texting him. the worst part was that you knew it’s your fault. you should’ve told him earlier. but… you really thought he’s different. he really was, so caring and soft; he didn’t want just to hop in your bed. but in the end, he’s just like others.

jihyo and jeongyeon wanted to kill him. yuna too, even though she didn’t know him. the girls told you that he’s off ever since that day. jihyo didn’t talk to him, only sending cold looks his way. chan seemed… ashamed every time they met. especially jeongyeon. in fact, he seemed to avoid them.

jooyeon was a sweetheart, though. you weren’t sure if he understood but he knew something was wrong. he tried to cheer you up and it worked. how could it not? he’s adorable himself. bringing drawings and flowers from kindergarten or just watching him experiment on the garage band with a huge smile on his face. just having joo around was enough.

one day, he invited his friends over. it was quite a challenge: five other boys running around in your living room. but their laughs were contagious. while most of them, including junhan’s. he was the most shy one, clinging to you and peeking at the boys. joo though, being the happy virus he is, dragged him away from you and they ran to his room. when you wanted to take a look what’s going on, the oldest and the boldest pushed you out.

so you decided to do some paperwork, a sitcom playing in the background. from time to time you heard shouts and sounds of footsteps… and metal lids smashing against each other. guess they were playing the band game.

smiling upon remembering the times you used to do that with jooyeon while you still had your guitar, there was a doorbell ring.

gaon, one of the boys run out.

“if that’s my mom tell her i’m not here!” he yelled and ran away back to joo’s room. scoffing, you walked closer to the door. how would that even work? if you were to say that, his mom would lose her mind. it was the whole purpose of inviting them so they’re here–

“hi”

your eyes widened. opening the door, you were met with chan. he was holding a huge bouquet of flowers, biting his lower lip anxiously. you were so stunned, you couldn’t mutter a word.

“i’m… can we talk?” he asked, sparks of hope in his ebony eyes. he was dressed like usual, black from head to toe. you on the other hand… already in your pyjamas–

“i, uh… sure, i guess. come in. or no… see… joo has friends over and–“ you started and got interrupted by a loud metal noise. ah yes, the drums. sending chan an apologetic smile, you sighed “yup. that’s exactly what i was going to say”

chan smiled, nodding.

“it’s fine. those are for you. i know this isn’t enough to make up for how i reacted but…” he handed you the flowers. while you rushed to put them in a vase, chan stepped in and closed the door.

his lips subconsciously curled into a smile while he looked around your place. tiny shoes all over the floor, crayons and papers laying around, cars and legos splattered everywhere. there were plenty of pictures too. most of them were just your son. some of them were jihyo, jeongyeon and you. and your son, again. or some pictures with your parents, like on your graduation day. and another one: your parents, you and your son.

“okay, come in. take your shoes off, it’s already a mess. do you, uhm… want some coffee?” you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. he shook his head as a no.

“no, thank you. listen y/n… i’m sorry” chan said, looking into your eyes. you were shocked, mouth slightly parting. he let out a nervous laugh “i’ve been acting like a total idiot since then but i needed some time to think, i’m sorry”

“yeah, i mean– it was kind of a bomb, wasn’t it?” you scoff. chan noticed a glint of bitterness on your face.

“can we sit down? i feel like–“ he started. you led him to the couch, quickly moving away the small, plastic plates boys left after dinner.

when you were settled down, you turned off the tv. there was comfortable silence, only filled with background noises of faint music coming from joo’s room.

“again, i’m so fucking sorry. y/n, i just… you are really the girl of my dreams. i don’t think i’ve ever met someone who understood me so well, who i just had this flow with. and i truly like you, i really do. i… i know the way i reacted was shitty. but… maybe if you told me…” chan finished hesistantly, scanning your face to see your reaction “truth be told, i needed to think it through. i had so many thoughts but… why, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

you let out a deep sigh, looking down. at his neat black pants and your messy pyjama ones.

“because i did it before. and each time i was met with the same reaction. either a nasty comment or a weird look, and all of them ended up in eventually leaving me without word. or a word as in “listen, you’re cute but the kid”–“ you took a deep breath, feeling yourself bubble up. chan grabbed your hand and squeezed it “and, and i was so tired of that. it was so selfish of me and unfair for you and even jooyeon but… for a moment i wanted to feel loved. wanted to have fun. i wanted to cherish those moments because i knew you’d leave too and–“

crystal tears started running down your cheeks. chan pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. one hand at the back of your head, caressing your hair soothingly.

“and it’s awful; i’m awful. joo thought i’d leave him for you and i knew you’d leave me because of him. it’s never ending circle and i’ll be alone forever and joo will think it’s his fault and–“ you hiccuped, not realising you’re rambling “and- and i really liked you and your reaction hurt me but it was fully my fault…”

“hey. hey, y/n. calm down, it’s okay” chan whispered, lulling you in his arms. you gradually calmed down, the feeling was full of comfort. comfort and closeness you needed. such a simple move, yet it had soothing effect. this made you realise why joo loved to be out to sleep this way.

leaning away from chan when you finally gained the strength to, he wiped your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, from the bottom of my heart. neither of us didn’t handle it properly. we’re human, we make mistakes. but then we learn. i understand now why… why you were scared. and i’m so… pissed. because listen, y/n” he said, voice stern but not in a disturbing way. his calloused hands took your smaller in his “despite the way i reacted i realised i like you. and… if there’s… joo… then– then it is a bit of a challenge. but when i was thinking about it and did the math… you were 20. alone, young. during studies, during work. you were so brave. you still are. and you handled it on your own. so why i, a man, should be scared of helping you?”

your eyes teared up again, heart beating against your rib cage unusually hard.

“well, i am. because i don’t know how you’ll react, or if he’ll like me, or maybe because simply i’m new to this. but… as i said… i like you. and i really want to spend more time with you. if that means taking care of your son, i’m willing to do so to” chan smiled, dimples showing “especially if he’s as funny as his mom”

suddenly you heard footsteps and giggles, followed by a sudden gasp.

“no mrs lee! i’ll save you!” the oldest boy, gunil, shouted. before you could react, chan was getting beaten up with pillows by six kids. even the shy junhan.

he started laughing and fought back, gently of course.

“does anyone here have tickles?!” chan hummed and the boys squealed, backing away.

“who’s that?” jooyeon asked, tugging your t-shirt.

“he’s a friend of mine. chan. can he watch your performance too?” you asked. chan’s ears perked up.

“performance?” he repeated. jooyeon nodded proudly.

“yes! but our music is for vips only!” seungmin added and just now you realised they grabbed the keyboard from joo’s room. jungsu, seated next to him, nodded shyly.

“okay! i’m a music producer so if you guys want i can give you some tips…?” chan asked, sending you a smile.

“pft! auntie jeongyeon and jihyo are music producers too, they gave us tips already!” joo grunted, walking away “anyway… is the audience ready?”

chan nodded enthusiastically and scooted closer to you. watching the six boys perform, chan sneaked his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. with a squeeze of his hand your heart skipped a beat; you finally met the right person.

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[inmyicyworld]

I trust you

Summary: when Bucky comes back from a mission with a knife wound there is one person who can convince him to get help.

Words count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, blood, injury, self-hate talk from Bucky, he's an insecure baby, reader takes care of him, fluff

Author’s note: hey guys! hope you all have a great day or night. wanted to say thank you to everyone who liked my first work. It means a lot to me, I really didn't expect to get more than 200 notes that fast. (I was hoping for at least 10💀). And special thanks to the anonymous person who told me about the “read more” feature. i’m still trying to figure out how everything works here lmao. anyway, hope you'll like this one too🩷

*English is not my first language. Sorry if you find any mistakes*

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It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when FRIDAY reported that the guys' quinjet should arrive at the compound within an hour.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky went on another mission to destroy HYDRA almost two weeks ago. As usual, none of you could get any news from them because they couldn't risk giving away their whereabouts.

It was foolish to assume that you weren't worried about them. Especially for one person. Bucky.

You and the former Winter Soldier met about six months ago when Steve and Sam first brought him to the tower. Steve was really worried about his old best friend, so before bringing Bucky to the tower, he talked with the team and asked all of you to give Bucky space.

Of course, you knew who he was from the day Steve found out that Bucky was alive. You have seen hundreds of reports and photographs on TV and on the Internet about The Winter Soldier, a ruthless killer who was always invisible but too damn good at his missions. He is the man who was turned into a weapon against his will.

When Steve introduced him, the whole team just nodded and shared awkward smiles, and Bucky himself kept his eyes on the ground. The whole situation was too intense, and no one, not even the loathsome and sarcastic Tony Stark, knew what to do or say. You actually thought that it might be rude to just stand there and look at him, as if he was a wild animal. Looking at this shy and uncomfortable-looking man before you, you know that the smallest thing you can get him is to show that he is welcomed in this tower and that everyone is on his side. So, pushing away your own shyness and nerves, you stepped forward, holding out your right hand.

"Hi, my name is Y/N.  It's nice to meet you. I hope you’ll feel comfortable around here." You offered your warmest and most sincere smile, trying not to show nervousness.

Bucky slowly raised his head, genuinely surprised that anyone else had actually spoken to him besides Steve. It's nice to meet you. When had he heard those words for the last time?

Your eyes met, and you could have sworn all the air was out of your lungs. His eyes were even more beautiful than in those rare, high-quality photographs. He looked truly beautiful, with long hair and blue eyes, even though you could see that he was tired—physically and even more emotionally. You stood for what seemed like an eternity, looking at each other's faces, until Bucky got a little nudge from Steve on the arm.

Only then did his gaze move to your still outstretched arm. He hesitated a bit, unsure if he wanted to be touched or feel someone’s warm skin. It’s been too long since another person wanted to touch him without causing any harm. Even Steve gave him minimal physical contact. Always through the gloves or thick jacket, and Bucky didn’t know the true reason for this—whether it was because Steve cared about his feelings or he just didn't want to do that. But then Bucky looked at you again, and he already knew that you would be his death.

You were so beautiful. Probably the most attractive person he has ever seen. It was still morning, and he assumed that you planned to have a day for yourself because you had no makeup, your hair was a little bit messy, and you looked really comfy in a big sweater and a pair of black leggings. Oh, and he definitely noticed your cute, fluffy pink socks. Your eyes were full of friendliness and comfort, so it made him want to trust you. Your lips curled into a warm smile, and he had no doubt that you wanted to make him feel comfortable on the team.

Bucky lifted the corners of his lips slightly, meeting your eyes again, and held out his right hand to you, still feeling awkward. Especially when the whole team around you watches your interaction too closely.

 "Hi."

When the Quinjet landed on the territory, you couldn't calm your pounding heart. Natasha, who was standing a couple of steps away from you, of course, noticed your condition but didn’t say anything and just sent you a reassuring smile. She knew you'd calm down when Bucky was by your side.

Sam got out first. He looked tired, had a couple of scratches and bruises, but was generally fine.

"Sam!  God, I'm glad you're okay." You said, running closer to him. "How is Bucky? And Steve? Are they okay?" Your worried eyes ran across his face, trying to find answers, but he only pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to the ground.

"Steve’s fine, and Bucky, um... I think you should see it yourself. And I think you need to have a serious talk with this idiot because he doesn't listen to us." Your brows furrowed, but before you could ask anything else, footsteps and stifled moans were heard behind Sam.

It felt like your heart stopped as soon as you saw him. Blood flowed from his temple and lip, and an already darkening bruise adorned his right cheekbone. Your eyes rushed down, trying to find all the damage, and then you saw it. Bucky kept his right hand on his left side. His entire palm was scarlet red as the blood passed through his thick suit and soaked through his fingers. Your mouth opened involuntarily, and your eyes instantly filled with tears.

Of course, this was not his first mission, but he always returned almost without any injuries or with something that quickly healed because of his supersoldier serum. It has never been so bad.

Before you knew it, you were already standing next to him. Tears flowed freely down your face, and you raised your hands up, wanting to touch him, but they froze in the air.

 "Bucky…" You sobbed, looking straight into his eyes.

 "Hello, doll" He smiled reassuringly at you, but you saw how he pressed his teeth together to ease the pain. He didn’t want to scare you.

"Bucky, God, wh-what happened? You need to go to the hospital wing. You’re losing a lot of blood!" You gently took his metal hand, but before you could lead him away, he removed it and moved away a little.

"It's all right, doll.  Nothing that I can't handle on my own. Trust me, I’ve experienced worse."

"Buck, Y/N is right." You notice Steve for the first time because all your attention has been focused on Bucky since he appeared. "That punk cut you pretty deep; it needs to be stitched up."

"You know, I never go to the hospital wing." He purses his lips awkwardly, looking down.

Of course. Of course you knew it. Everyone in the tower knew that the Winter Soldier didn't like being touched or visiting doctors, and he had never asked for any kind of help. He always limited himself to a short handshake or a pat on the back from his best friend.

But you also knew that Bucky couldn't take off his clothes in front of anyone. Too many scars from bullets, knives, and other things that HYDRA used to torture him He confessed this to you one evening when you were sitting in the dark in the common room after his nightmare.

In those six months, you got close enough to him that he trusted you to sit with him in the stillness of the night and share his fears. But he still avoided touching and, of course, did not want to show his body to anyone. Even you. Especially to you.

You were one of the few good things in his life. Someone who genuinely wanted to spend time with him, who wasn’t afraid of him, and who was always kind and supportive. Bucky didn't want to lose you. And he knew that if you ever saw him with those ugly marks all over his body, you would run away without looking back. Because who would like it?

The hand that took hundreds of lives. The hand that was forever connected to his body left a big reminder that he was, in fact, just an experiment that went too well. He often looked at his shoulder in the mirror with anger and despair, wanting to get rid of this mixture of scars and torn skin. Obviously, when HYDRA put that prosthetic on him, they didn't care much about looks or pain, so they just hooked it on the way they did.

"Bucky, please listen to me." You sobbed, moving closer to him again. "I know you're afraid to go there, but please, you have to do it, otherwise, you'll lose too much blood or just get an infection." You hugged yourself with your hands as your body began to tremble with concern for the person in front of you. "It can leave a big scar." You whispered and saw that Bucky’s jaw clenched again. You didn’t want him to think that there was something wrong with having scars, but you knew that it was emotionally too hard for him to deal with them.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I can't," he pursed his lips, shaking his head, "you know I can't do it."

"Bucky…" you whispered as more tears started flooding your face. You were so focused on Bucky that you didn't even pay attention to your friends, who stood aside and pretended not to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Don't cry because of me, doll, please, you don't have to cry." Bucky's voice lowered to a whisper as he worked up the courage to use his thumb to wipe a tear from your right cheek with a metal finger.

You took advantage of the opportunity, grabbing his metal wrist and pressing his hand closer against your cheek.

 "Please, Bucky. Then let's go to your room. I can help you if you don't want to undress there.

"I don't think it's a good idea either, doll.  You don't need to see it."

"James," you focused on his eyes, rubbing small circles with your thumb into his wrist, "it'll be alright, I promise. I'm not afraid of you. I won’t leave. I'll take care of you. Please do it for me."

You were hurt by his gaze. You've seen a thousand thoughts go through that head. Doubt, fear, uncertainty, and pain. He couldn't lose you. Couldn't lose what you had. Even if he wanted so much more, he was content just being around you. He couldn't lose you to a damn ugly piece of metal attached to him.

But you looked at him like your life depended on it. Tears were still running down your cheeks. You were hurt because of him. But you refused to give up and let his self-doubt win this fight. You continued to gently massage his metal wrist as you placed a light kiss on it. And he could no longer resist you.

"Fine."

"It's better if we do this in the bathroom," you said as you closed the door to Bucky's room behind you. You quickly walked past him, going into the bathroom and pulling out the first aid kit you knew was in the bottom drawer. You felt comfortable being a little bit bossy here, and Bucky didn’t mind it.

He quietly followed you, watching you with an unsure face. His blood was still soaking through his arm, but that didn't bother him as much as the fact that he'd have to undress in front of you and that at some point you would touch him.

Once all the necessary things were ready, you turned to face Bucky, already preparing to help him out. But as soon as your hands went up to help him unbuckle his suit, he staggered back, and you froze with your hands in the air. For a few seconds, you silently looked into each other's eyes, then you moved, trying to understand his reaction, and what you saw made your heart ache.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips were turned down. His eyes always told you everything that he tried to hide, and right now they told you how scared and insecure Bucky actually was.

"I don't think I can do it." Bucky whispered softly, casting his eyes down in shame.

"Hey James, look at me," you said, taking his face in your hands. "I'm your friend, you know? I won't hurt you. I won’t judge you. I won't do anything against your will. But I need to help you because I can see how much pain you're in," you sighed, running your fingers over his cheekbones. "I know it's hard. And I know you're scared or shy, but I'm here for you. None of this scares me, and I'll be as gentle with you as I can, okay? You can tell me if it becomes too much, and I'll stop. I promise."  You could see the tears forming in his eyes, and you couldn't help feeling the pain that this beautiful man in front of you had been without care and affection for so long.

Bucky nodded slightly, giving you permission to continue.

"I’ll clean up your wound on the ribs, and then we can take care of your face." You carefully removed your hands from his, now placing them on the clasps of his suit. You opened them one by one, and when you finally got to the last one, you helped Bucky carefully remove that piece of clothing. Next on the way was a stretchy long-sleeve shirt, and by glancing at the wound, you could see that all the tissue around it was completely covered in blood.

"So, now I'm going to carefully lift up the shirt so you can take it off and not bother your wound too much, okay?" you asked, running your eyes over Bucky's face to understand his emotions. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for the worst, but nodded anyway.

You started to slowly lift up his shirt, helping Bucky pull his hands out one by one, and then tossed that no longer needed rag into the bathtub.

"Oh god," you muttered softly, looking at the wound that seemed to be even bigger now.

Bucky thought that you said it about his appearance in general, so he lifted his head up to the ceiling to stop angry tears from falling.

Come on, Buck, we need to sew this up so it doesn't leave a scar. Do you think you can sit on the counter next to the sink?" You looked at Bucky, but you couldn't meet his eyes. You knew that he was at the edge, his body trembled a little bit, but he still listened to you and silently jumped up on the free space near the sink.

"Bucky," you said quietly, trying to be as gentle as you could. "I see you right now, and I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?" You put your hand back on his face, making him meet your eyes. Before you could think, you placed your right hand on his chest, causing his eyes to instantly widen in surprise. His skin was very warm and silky, even though there were a lot of scars from different conditions. You gently moved your hand, showing Bucky that you’re not afraid, that you’re not a threat, and that he can trust you. "You're doing well, it’s okay," you said as you started rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder.

You backed off a little, finally picking up all the necessary things, and began to sanitize and then stitch up the wound. Every time you needed to put your hand on his skin, you felt Bucky instantly tense under your touch, but you tried to send him quiet words of encouragement and praise. Bucky was very quiet, not making a sound even when the needle pierced his skin. His face wasn’t in bad condition, and Super Soldier serum almost healed them, so you decided to only sanitize and clean his skin.

"Well, you did a great job, James. I'm proud of you." About twenty minutes later, you finally tied the bandage and began to put everything back in the drawer, but then felt a touch on your arm.

You looked back at Bucky, only to meet tear-filled eyes.

"No one has ever taken care of me in a long time, Y/N." You stepped closer to Bucky again, unconsciously placing your hands on his shoulders. "I feel ashamed of my body. Of that arm. I didn't want you to see those ugly scars. God, this is so pathetic—"

"Don't say that," you interrupted him. "That's not pathetic. I understand how you feel. That you have so many negative thoughts about yourself. But Bucky… God, I don't know how to properly say it." You paused for a moment, considering the words. "You're one of the most amazing people I know. And even if many people in the tower are scared or intimidated by you, for me, you are the sweetest, most caring, and most generous person. You remember every little thing I say, make me coffee and food when I'm too busy, pretend to like those shitty movies that I make you watch with me. I'm so sorry that so many bad things happened to such a good person that you feel unworthy of good things."

Suddenly, strong arms surrounded you, and you realized that Bucky was hugging you with arms wrapped around your waist. He nuzzled up to your neck, and you could feel light sobs. Gently, you entangled your fingers in his hair, massaging the scalp with calming movements.

"I don't deserve you, doll." Bucky pulled back a little, still keeping his hands on your waist. "I wish I could be normal for you. Be who I was back in the 40s. I would’ve asked you out and given you everything that you deserved. But that person is not here any more, and I'm not worthy of you."

He wanted to ask you out on a date?  Your heart stopped as soon as the words left his mouth, and you stared at Bucky in surprise. "Bucky—"

"I know…fuck—I shouldn't have said that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to mess anything up between us, I promise. I know you don't feel the same— it's okay, really. Just forget about—"

You didn't let Bucky finish by leaning forward and brushing your lips against his. His flesh hand automatically tangled in the hair at the back of your neck as the metal one tightened his grip on your waist. For the first few seconds, Bucky was in shock, not kissing you back, but just as you wanted to pull away, his lips began to move, taking over you immediately.

It was the best kiss you’ve ever had. He was gentle yet so passionate. There were a lot of unsaid feelings that Bucky kept to himself for too long. All thoughts seemed to have left your head as the feeling of him filled your whole body.

When there was not enough air, you moved away from each other, touching your foreheads with your eyes closed.

"Fuck" was the first thing he said.

"Yeah," you laughed, finally meeting Bucky's eyes. He looked at you with such adoration that you felt butterflies in your stomach. You just noticed how much skin-to-skin contact you had. "Are you okay with that? Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?" You tilted your head as your hands squeezed his shoulders.

"That's... that's weird. I'm not used to that kind of contact," Bucky said, studying your face. "But I trust you, doll. You are the only person I trust completely." You felt him begin to gently run his hand along your back. "I'd like to ask you out on a date. I mean, if you want to. If not, I totally understand—"

You interrupted him again, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. "I'd like to go on a date with you, James. You know, you’re so cute when you’re shy?"

You've never seen his face so lit up with happiness, with a little bit of pink on his cheeks. Butterflies began to beat in your stomach again, and you realized that it was you who made him feel that way.

"Do you want to go to bed, put on some shitty comedy, and grab some food? I still have to watch over your injury."

"Sounds like a perfect plan, doll." Bucky kissed you on the forehead, interlacing his fingers with you, and led you to his room.

Even if it still required a lot of work, cuddling with Bucky, you knew it was the best place you could be.

[azurevi]

wild roses

pairing: leona x gn!reader, heavy jack & reader (reader = prefect)

summary: ace and deuce’s matchmaking plan for valentine’s day goes wrong, and both you and leona realize that something needs to be changed in your relationship. (fluff, secret relationship, bad matchmaking, possibly ooc leona 😔) 9k (chonky)

note: HAPPY VALENTINE’s DAY!!! ok. first of all, jack is there for like, a majority of the fic because i felt bad just using him as a plot device and decided to write more about his interaction with reader. but it’s still somehow centered around leona and reader. secondly, this is like really messy but i didn’t have time to flesh out everything i already had to cut down on what i originally planned 💀 hope y’all enjoy it anyways ^^

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Ace.” Deuce rubbed his chin, looking between the redhead and the wrinkled paper titled ‘ The Foolproof Matchmaking Plan: 2023 ’. He wasn’t sure if he should be more concerned about the content or the implication that this could become an annual thing.

“No, no, you don’t understand,” Ace was pacing and gesticulating. “This will work for sure, because we already know for a fact that there’s something going on between the prefect and Jack. All they need is a little push!”

“Do we though? I mean, we could’ve misinterpreted everything. Not to mention how much trouble we’ll be in if the plan falls through.”

“Sure, both of them are going to whoop our asses if it fails, but if it works, we will appear in their wedding speeches. It’s a risk I’m willing to take. If you really need concrete evidence, turn to the back of the paper.”

Deuce did as told, and found another list scribbled on the page.

Undeniable signs that they are into each other (in case Deuce acts like an idiot and doubts my plan) 

The prefect is always spending time at the Savanaclaw dorm. There must be a reason they choose it over Heartslabyul, where TWO of their best friends reside.

Last time we went over, we literally found a Savanaclaw uniform mixed in the prefect’s laundry. They're already dating in all but name!

Asked the prefect last time what their type was: tall, strong, has a secret soft side. Who else fits all the criteria if not Jack?

They're always talking among themselves when we’re hanging out as a group. 

They always have this stupid lovesick look on their faces whenever they get a notification. I bet my lunch money they're texting each other.

T

“T?” 

“Trein confiscated it before I could finish writing that line.” He scratched his head. “The point is, the signs are right in front of us! Or are you so blind that you can’t see it?”

“I'm not blind-”

Ace sighed. “I know that you don’t have a lot of experiences when it comes to romance, but still-”

“Wrong! I had a whole group of admirers back when I was… ugh. Nevermind, it's not something I'm proud of. I am capable of picking up signs of romantic interest, and my expertise tells me… that you are right. They are interested in each other!”

How gullible. Ace had to stifle his urge to laugh. “I am honored that you deem my opinion valid, oh great romance expert. So are you on board or not?”

Success was pretty much in the bag, but he asked nonetheless, watching as Deuce struggled with his conscience. Finally, with a stern look, he nodded. “I’m in, for the happiness of my friends. When do we carry this out?”

Ace straightened his spine, snatching the paper out of his hands and straightening it. With a sly smirk, he said, “Tomorrow, Valentine’s Day.”

———

The school had this ‘candy delivery’ thing going on for Valentine’s Day, and you happened to have garnered enough secret admirers that the organizers had to pack your sweets into a basket. As soon as you'd gotten it from your locker, you hugged it close to yourself and rushed into the room owned by the Gargoyle Research Society. Malleus was the only one who used it anyway, and he’d long ago given you the permission to enter as you pleased.

Anticipation coursed through your veins as you rummaged through the pile, looking for one specific note. You weren’t sure whether Leona had participated in something like this— chances were he would've considered it ‘an asinine way to help cowards confess their feelings’— but it didn’t stop you from hoping.

After putting aside a few chocolates and their atrocious pick up lines, you finally found the one you’d been looking for. It was a single candy wrapped in a yellow wrapper, and it looked like the kind of stuff teachers gave out to kindergarteners who answered questions in class. 

A note was stapled around it. You unrolled it to find a familiar handwriting. 

Happy Valentine’s Day. Although this event appears to be an asinine way to help pathetic cowards confess their feelings, I reckon that I should still give you something since you mentioned looking forward to it. I will meet you at Ramshackle tonight, 8pm sharp. — Leona 

With a smile curling your lips, you ripped the wrapper and popped the candy into your mouth. The fruity sweetness coated your tongue as you pulled your phone out.

The line rang for a few seconds before it got through. “Hello?” He husked.

“Good morning, is this Mr. Kingscholar?”

“Cut it out.” It sounded like he was shuffling in bed. “I take it that you’ve received the candy thing?”

“Yup. And the invitation. Have you just woken up?”

“Thanks to you, yes.” 

Rapid knocks appeared in the background, and he cussed under his breath.

“Is that Ruggie?” You chuckled.

“Yea. He’s about to break the door. I’ll see you tonight, ‘kay? Don’t forget about it.”

“As if I would. I’ll make sure the coast is clear when you arrive.”

“Yea,” he said with a hint of hesitation, as if he was taken aback by your words. “Okay. Bye.”

Having to sneak around and meet up was nothing new to you. From the very beginning, you’d agreed to keep your relationship under wraps. 

While his brother was usually preoccupied with more crucial matters, Leona was still a royalty, and words spread like wildfire in this school. People were bound to talk if he were to be seen with a romantic partner, and they were probably going to tell their mothers, who would tell the other mothers, on and on until the media caught wind. Then the chamberlains would get involved, eventually alerting his brother.

Knowing Farena, he'd probably make a fuss of you, demanding a dinner and a private audience. On top of that, all kinds of reporters would be knocking on the door, trying to get a candid photo of you two. If that happened, his chances of getting a good sleep would drop to zero. Or worse, they would bring unnecessary burdens to you.

As for you, your reasons were simple: your friends would never leave you alone if they knew of your love life. Ever since they'd noticed the different air around you, they'd been not-so-subtly trying to figure out whether you were seeing someone. They were definitely going to tease the living hell out of you once they figured it out, so you’d rather dodge all the troubles.

Plus, it was pretty nice to have this quiet little thing going on between you, just that it's hard to pretend like you didn’t want to throw yourself at him in the corridor sometimes.

Really, it’s nice.

Despite your intention to maintain discretion, so far two people had already blown your cover. The first was Ruggie, no surprises there. The second was Jack, who walked in on your napping session at the botanical garden. (That one’s on you, you’d totally forgotten to be discreet.) 

Both of them were trustworthy friends, so it didn’t bother you. But if someone like Ace or Deuce was to find out…

A chill crawled down your spine.

As if on cue, you heard their voices outside and hurriedly stuffed the note into your pocket.

“Where did they go?” Deuce asked.

“I don’t know, man. Maybe they went back already?”

“Let’s just call them.”

You scrambled to mute your phone, but Deuce was faster. The ringtone penetrated the silence in the hallway, and not a second later, the door was opened.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled innocently.

“What are you doing here?” Ace poked his head in, a knowing look dawning on his face. “Ahhhh, I see. Are you perhaps looking for candies from a special someone?”

“Nope.” You stood up and hung the basket around your elbow. “I was just checking to see if one of you guys would give me something. The result is heartbreaking, by the way.”

They shared a suspicious look. 

“Allow us to piece your heart back together then. We have a mission from Sam.” Deuce fished out a piece of folded paper from his jacket. “Gotta pick up something from town.”

“Great. Let’s go.” You wiped the invisible dust from your pants. It was always a treat to be able to leave the campus, and the trip might give you an opportunity to buy some flowers for tonight's date.

“Nuh-uh, not so fast.” Ace threw his arm around your shoulder. “We are going to make a stop at Savanaclaw.”

———

Ruggie was the first to greet you as you stepped out of the mirror, a large sack swung over his shoulder. He looked like Santa Claus. “Morning! Are you looking for Leona?”

“Nah, we’re here for Jack.” Ace said.

“Then he should be in his room.” Ruggie pointed vaguely behind himself, and your friends headed over, leaving you two alone.

“You’re quite the popular hyena, aren’t you?” You jutted your jaw at the bag.

“This? Nah. I just collected them from people who don’t like sweets.” He eyed your basket. “Any chance you’re one of them?”

“I mean, I’ve already got the one I want, so…” you handed him the whole thing, and his grin grew wider. Grim would've whined about it if he'd been here, but he was too busy getting his fill at Kalim’s.

“Touche. Between you and me, Leona actually spent days ruminating on what to do for Valentine’s Day. You didn’t hear it from me though.”

Thank the heavens no one was around to catch your lovestruck expression.

Speaking of the devils, Ace and Deuce promptly returned with Jack. Trailing behind by a few steps was a grumpy Leona. His eyes spotted you first, softened around the edges, before returning to drill holes in the back of Ace’s head.

Jack greeted you as soon as you were all standing together. “We’re running errands for Sam right? Let’s get to it.”

“Yes-”

“Not so fast.” Leona spoke over Deuce. “I’m coming. Jack can stay.”

“Woah, Sam’s permit only says our names, so technically you can't be off schoolground.” Ace waves the paper in the air, passing him a pointed look.

“I don’t care. There's no way I'll let you trouble magnets go out on your own.” 

“Relax, we’re not that unruly. Plus Jack's here, he’s our voice of reason.” 

Jack nodded firmly. “That’s right, I’ll make sure they don’t fall out of line.”

The irritation on Leona’s face was indisputable. Something was definitely going on in his head. 

“Be real here, why would you even want to come with us? You don’t care if we got into trouble.” Ace scrunched his face into a frown.

Leona stared down at your red-haired friend before his gaze moved to you, unreadable yet solemn. Perhaps he was anxious that you couldn’t make it back in time for the date.

“Don’t worry, we will be back before it gets dark.” Your addition seemed to be making things worse for him. He clicked his tongue and swiveled around, tearing himself away from this mess. 

After some contemplation, he bit out, “Fine, go have your fun.” 

With that finally settled, Ace and Deuce ecstatically looped their arms around Jack’s and your elbows, as if preventing you from running away, and hopped into the mirror. The last thing you saw was Leona mumbling something to Ruggie and the drop of the hyena’s jaw.

———

The townspeople took Valentine’s Day a lot more seriously than you’d expected. Bakeries had all kinds of pastries displayed readily to the lengthening queue, and customers swarmed into flower shops in hope of grabbing the last bouquets available. Even booksellers decided to join in on the fun, slapping discounts on all romance novels and comics alike. Just around the corner, a few buskers were playing some sappy love songs on their guitars in front of a thin audience.

“It’s like a whole festival here.” You commented as you weaved through the crowd with Jack. He was tall enough that you didn’t have to worry about losing him in the waves. Meanwhile, Ace and Deuce were keeping up from behind, engrossed in their own conversation. 

“I agree. I didn’t expect Valentine’s Day to be such a big deal.” He said.

“You’re not the kind of people who think it unnecessary, are you?”

“Not really. You can express your love any other day, so it’s kind of pointless from that point of view, but I guess it’s a good opportunity for people to confess their feelings.”

“I also like to think of it as a reminder for people to show their love more bravely.” You caught sight of a heart-shaped chocolate the size of a cauldron through a shop window. “...Though it can also become an unfortunate tool for capitalism.”

“I assume that you will be celebrating?”

You sensed what he was hinting at. “Yup, after some convincing. By the way, is it just me or are Ace and Deuce acting a bit weird today?”

“I thought I was the only one.” He looked back briefly, though he couldn't spot anyone with their distinctive hair colors. They were probably just distracted somewhere. “They barged into my room and told me to dress up. Who dresses up to run errands?”

Evidently he went along, seeing as how he was wearing a white dress shirt instead of his usual comfy t-shirts. 

“You don’t think they’re pranking us, are they?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past them.”

Just then, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You tugged at Jack's sleeve to pull him to the side of the road. It was a rare text from Leona.

Leona: where are you?

You: just got into town

You: good thing you didn't come along, you would've gagged at the amount of lovey-dovey stuff here

Leona: so you don't know

You: ?

He spent a few seconds typing and re-typing. In your wait, you looked up and found your two friends still missing.

Leona: they're trying to set you up with jack.

What.

What the heck.

Your thoughts sped up. The picture started coming together in your head. No, it made sense. Them insisting that Jack came instead of Leona, literally telling him to dress up? 'Allow us to piece your heart back together'? All of their actions verified Leona's words. 

You: damn, ur right

You: wait, how did you figure it out?

Leona: they told me in my face when they ran into me just now. said that they were going to be matchmakers and put an end to your 'endless pining'

You: -_-

So that's why he was acting all frustrated back there. You stole a glance at Jack, who was trying to call your friends, albeit to no avail. He was definitely not going to like what he was about to hear.

You: at least we now know of their absurd plan. i'll tell jack

Leona: k

You: are you upset?

Leona: no. even if i were, i would only be upset with your nosy friends

Leona: just make sure to come back on time. you were the one who wanted to celebrate vday after all

You: roger that :)

"Was that one of them?" Jack asked as you pocketed your phone.

"Nope. You can stop calling, by the way. They're not going to answer."

He frowned as you pulled the shopping list out of his hand. "Why?"

"Because they left us alone on purpose. They're trying to play cupid." You waved the unfolded paper in front of his face. He read the content carefully before sputtering. In his head, he tried to put two and two together. The moment it all clicked, his shoulders tensed. "No way."

It was an actual shopping list from Sam, stamped by him and all, but the items were absolutely ludicrous, not to mention obvious. Roses, jewelry, plushies… and the definite proof that he was in on it, or was at least held at gunpoint as he drafted the list: the line ‘Treat yourself, little imps! Everything’s on me’ at the bottom of the page. Despite its absurdity, it was also a binding term. If you failed to get everything as instructed, he had the right to report you for leaving the campus and skipping some classes without a justified cause.

Not that he would, right?

As much as you hated to admit, there didn't seem to be a way you could get out of this mess.

"What do we do?" He shook his head. "I don't even know how they got the idea of bringing us together. And you were supposed to spend the day with Leona, not me. This is so messed up-"

"Hey, it's okay. Leona already knows. He was the one who told me."

He blinked at you blankly. "Is he going to come after me?"

You let out a laugh. "Not on my watch. Look, how about we just go along with it and get everything on the list? Then we will head back on time and I can have my date with Leona. After that we can dangle Ace and Deuce upside down outside Ramshackle."

Jack turned to the crowd, donning his deep-in-thought look. You could almost see the cogwheels moving in his brain, trying to find a way to avoid this. There was none. He shook his head at last, "Alright, let's get the stuff as soon as possible."

———

After deciding that you would buy the roses first, the two of you ventured through the streets to find a less packed flower shop. As you strayed farther from the center of the town, the number of pedestrians dwindled, and soon you could walk side by side without being bumped into and feeling your shoulder dislocate.

The silence between you was not awkward, but it was stretched, begging to be filled. Jack had always had the habit of using his words sparingly, believing that actions spoke louder, but this was different. You could tell that he was on edge, eyes darting around as if trying to catch every passing shadow, hands stuffed in his pockets, tail swishing stiffly. 

He was uncomfortable. And he was acting like he wasn't, because that's what he'd been saying for the past thirty minutes. Eventually you gave up, opting to protect that tense little bubble surrounding you.

As much as you'd like to argue that this wasn't how you usually interacted, you realized that you couldn't. Truth was, you seldom hung out outside of a group setting, and even when you were alone, it was usually for matters like how he could help cover you up as you left the group to find your favorite lion, and homework. 

To be frank, you didn't know that much about Jack.

A humble little shop was chosen at last, but even it had quite the amount of customers loitering around, most of them attempting to conceal their last-minute anxiousness. You assumed that they must've forgotten to buy something beforehand. 

"How may I help you, lovebirds?" A tall woman with baby-blue glasses greeted you enthusiastically. Jack tensed up like someone had just stepped on his tail.

"Would you happen to have red roses?" You asked instead.

"Oh, of course. How many would you like? A lot of couples go for a hundred, but the really earnest ones go for as much as two. You two look quite sweet together, perhaps you would–"

"We're not," Jack rushed to say. "We're not a couple."

"Oh," the shopkeeper squinted at you. "Ohhh… it's like that, huh? In that case, you should take a look at this guide," she pulled out a laminated sheet and slid it across the wooden counter.

It was a comprehensive guide to the number of roses and all of their meanings, from one to twenty, then skipping to hundreds and thousands. 

"Who would buy three thousand roses?" You whispered to Jack.

"I don't know," he said. "How many should we get?"

Most of the numbers carried love declarations, but there was one that fit. "How about thirteen?" 'Friends forever'.

"Looks good."

"Alright, we'll get thirteen," you gave the sheet back to the lady. She checked your choice briefly, looked up, lifted her glasses with her index finger, then nodded meaningfully. 

"Alright, thirteen red roses coming right up. You can fill this up while you're waiting." She handed you another white card and a black marker to be put together with the bouquet. The vaguely printed words instructed you to write some 'sweet words for your beloved'.

When you turned to Jack for help, he looked like he was going to run out of the shop at any given moment.

"Hey, is everything alright?" You questioned. "And don't lie to me, I can tell."

He ruffled his snowy hair, averting his eyes. "I apologize. It's just… I'm not very comfortable with all this coupley stuff."

You nodded slowly, contemplating his words. 

"It's not you, don't worry, it's just…" he shut his eyes, trying to escape the embarrassment. "You're Leona's partner, and I'm just a friend. It feels wrong to do all this with you."

Oh. Oh. 

Shit. You almost felt bad for not figuring that out by yourself. Jack, even after everything, still looked up to Leona as an accomplished role model. Not to mention he was his dorm leader and a literal force to be reckoned with. He probably thought that he was crossing some lines. 

Maybe he was. Perhaps there were unspoken rules among beastmen. And lions were known to be protective of their own pride…

When you thought about it this way, it wasn’t hard to see why he felt like a fish out of water at all. 

You tapped the marker against the counter. You never imagined that dating Leona would inadvertently cause Jack to be extra careful around you, but now that you knew, you were determined to thaw the ice. “How about we treat this as a normal, friendly hangout?” 

He arched his brow, clearly finding the idea of pretending you weren't surrounded by romance-centric decorations all around you unrealistic.

"Valentine's Day is just an excuse to promote love anyways, and love is not limited to romance, you know?" You took off the cap on the marker and started scribbling. "I can write some sweet words for you as a friend too. For one, I admire your unerring determination and your strong morals. There you go."

There was still uncertainty shimmering in his eyes as he took in your written words, but eventually he nodded. "Fine, I'll give it a try. I admire your bravery and courage."

"Aw, thank you, my dear friend." You elbowed him playfully, and he stifled a grin. 

"Here's your order, darlings!" The shopkeeper came back with the roses hugged by a pink wrapping paper. It looked like she was trying very hard not to peek at what you'd written down on the card.  You paid for the flowers and passed your thanks before heading out to the next mission.

“The best pastries in town… should we go to the pâtisserie Vil mentioned before?” Jack suggested. You agreed in a blink; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to crown it the best among its competitors in the world.

Though on second thought, it didn't seem like a feasible idea after all. A dense group of exasperated customers had blocked the front of the shop, so much so that you could only see the boss' hands waving in the air like a drowning man's. Everyone's voices overlapped, but you could make out some common protests: not enough, waited for a long time, unfair, et cetera. 

"-ys. GUYS!" The boss' squeaky voice somehow managed to calm the ocean of complaints. The whole street dropped to silence at his command. "We are really sorry, but this is the only one we have left!"

"Then you should've baked more!' A gruff voice yelled.

"Maybe you should've ordered earlier!" The boss countered. "Anyways, I know y'all aren't going to leave me alone anyways, so to be fair," he made an air quote. "I'll let y'all fight for it. Whoever is the best at arm wrestling gets the last piece."

You turned to Jack. He bobbed his head knowingly.

Immediately, people got into groups and looked for any kind of flat surfaces– the outdoor seats of a nearby restaurant, the top of the pâtisserie's empty display case. Two men were laying on their stomachs on the gritty pavement. The crowd dispersed like ants under a rock, desperate to get that final piece of cake.

Jack grimaced. "I fear Valentine's Day is driving people insane."

"Hopefully not us." Bowing forward, you tried to take a look at the pâtisserie's sole survivor. An opening between two struggling contestants revealed that it was a piece of fruit cake.

"Pear compote." Jack blurted out.

"What?"

"That's pear compote dripped on top."

There was a distant… longing in his eyes. "Is that what you like?"

"It's my favorite. It's just the right amount of sweet, it's versatile, and my mum used to make it all the time. Everyone in my family likes it, in fact. I wish I'd brought a few more jars with me."

"Well, I'm sure we can get you the cake. I don't think there's anyone who can beat you in arm wrestling."

"No. There's one."

You crooked your brow.

He tipped his head back, staring at the sky as he relieved the memory. "Back then, Leona beat me effortlessly even after I used my unique magic."

"Whaaat." You dragged out the word. "For real?"

"I couldn't believe it at first too. It was humbling, to say the least."

"I bet I can beat him though." You mused. 

He exhaled sharply. "This is a battle of physical strength, not running head first into troubles."

"Unprovoked. But it's also a battle of wits. There's quite a few of his weaknesses I can use." The random theory took a contemplative turn as you started counting the cards up your sleeves: Leona might look like he had a rock for a heart, but you pulled a rare reaction from him the first time you called him your king. Caressing the back of his ears always elicited honest shivers. Would a smothering look or a wink catch him off guard? Hopefully he wouldn't mind you experimenting on him.

"You're probably one of the very few people who can say that." Jack shifted his weight to his other foot, briefly scanning the progress of the contestants before adopting a low voice. "I hope you don't mind me asking, it's been on my mind for some time now. How did you actually end up together? I'm aware that you got close after the Magift tournament, but the rest was a mystery… Nah, forget it. I shouldn't violate your privacy."

"I don't mind sharing," you reassured him. "Obviously it wasn't easy. He barely cared about me at first, even after the tournament, but I was determined to get to know him. There's no shell I can't crack, after all. He's strong and fierce and self-assured, but I also sensed that there was a brightness inside him that got snuffed out over time. I'm sure you're aware too. 

Anyways, the more we opened up to each other, the more I realized that he's not who he seemed to be on the surface. He's caring in his own way, and he's unfaltering when he has his mind set on a goal. His words may appear sharp, but he's not unsympathetic. Despite his arrogance, he's not so full of himself that he can't admit his faults. Where no one noticed, he was the one who found out that I was feeling out of place here… I got to know so many new sides to him. To be honest, I wasn't planning to fall in love, but this kind of thing just happens, like soft knocks on the door."

A tall woman marched past you, cursing loudly after losing her game. You stepped aside, realizing now that Jack had gone quiet. "Sorry for rambling, I got caught up in myself."

"Don't apologize. I think that it's sweet," there was a hint of a smile on his face. "You looked like my sister whenever she sees a pink morning sky just now. It's great to have someone you can rely on wholeheartedly. I'm sure he feels the same about you."

You were certain of that too. "Aw, stop. You're making me embarrassed." You punched his arm without a concern for your force; he probably didn't even feel it. 

The various battles seemed to have narrowed down to a few. The boss was standing in front of two straining men, faces red with blood, veins bulging on their necks. A battle cry forced its way out of one of them, only for him to be overwhelmed immediately. His body was loose as his boyfriend dragged him off the ground.

"Jeez. Alright, is there anyone else?" The boss asked. The victorious guy smashed his fists together, shooting silent warnings at anyone who was bold enough to even consider challenging him. No one moved.

"Me." Jack stepped forward, and you did a small, encouraging whoop from behind. The man glared into his eyes. He wasn't a lot shorter than Jack, and their physiques were similar, but you had faith in your friend.

"Start whenever you want, I'm getting sick of this." The boss mumbled.

Jack bowed his head respectfully before positioning his elbow on top of the counter, flexing his fingers. His rival mirrored him, assuming a strong grip on his hand. 

It started without a countdown, like they managed to communicate with facial expressions alone. All around you were held breaths as they struggled against each other–

–for one second. Jack immediately slammed the man's arm down like he was flipping a book.

"What the hell?" He cried out, holding his wrist in disbelief before making a run for it, as though in shame. 

"Congrats, you've won the cake!" The boss feigned enthusiasm. When the bystanders booed, he resumed his annoyed scowl, "Go home! It was a fair game!"

"That didn't go as expected," Jack told you as you watched the cake enter the safe protection of the corrugated box. "But I'm glad we won."

"All thanks to you. I didn't even get to chant my slogan. We will, we will, rock you-"

"Please stop."

"Okay." 

Laughter bubbled out of you a second later. Even he failed to hold in the titters that slipped past his lips as he shook his head. The ice was melting away already.

Jack volunteered to hold both the bouquet and the cake, so you took on the role of navigation. "Next up, we need to buy jewelry. I know a place."

It was a chain store of a brand Vil had not only done promotion for, but also personally approved of, so the quality was sure to be high. But so was the price. 

The two of you stood silently in front of the suited employee who went by Eris, staring unblinkingly at the silvery chains in the vitrine. The price tags glared back at you, who looked like you'd wandered in by accident.

"I was going to propose getting an expensive one since it's not our money anyways, but even the cheapest earring is worth ten times my life." You whispered.

"I wouldn't compare you with an earring, but I agree with the prices." 

"May I help you?" Eris asked for the third time since you'd entered the shop. 'We'll have a look around' probably wasn't going to work anymore. "Any particular kinds of accessories you're looking for?"

The thing was, neither of you wore that much jewelry anyways. It would only get in the way of his training, and you could barely spare money for your friends' birthdays, let alone luxury like this. But throwing it into your drawer with other miscellaneous trinkets was just sinister. 

"How about rings? We have promise rings for couples–"

"No, thanks."

"How about necklaces?" You suggested, which earned a satisfied look from Eris as she left to find you some styles.

"Why necklaces?" Jack asked.

"Well, neither of us is going to wear it, so I thought, why not give it to your cacti? You can put it around the pot. It'll be like dressing them up."

“A designer necklace for my cacti?” His brows knitted into a disapproving frown. “I mean, they deserve nothing less, but still-”

“Then it’s settled.” You replied. Eris arrived just then and ended any argument that might be forming in his head.

Most of the necklaces came in pairs, and each pair held no significant differences between one another. Sure, the charms varied in shapes and colors, but they were all just… argent.

Your attention landed on the pair on the fair right. Each half had a hand-shaped ornament that fit into each other when put together. The rest were pretty much the same: two halves of a heart, two halves of a cat, the same design but flipped over.

Your mind wandered. Adjacent to you was another couple admiring the opal bracelets hugging their wrists. Streaks of azure swirled within each crystal, as if there was a vast sea contained in every single one.

You really weren’t a jewelry person, yet once in a while, this kind of thing still had you indulging in daydreams. And only daydreams. It would be stupid to wear matching accessories anyways. It defeated the purpose of the whole secret relationship thing.

"In that case, I'll have this one." Jack referred to the pendant with a leaf-shaped charm. "Just one, thank you."

Eris looked bewildered, but she shrugged it off, picking up the chain and shelving the others away. It still hurt when you had to fish out all the money you had and then borrow some from Jack, but the knowledge that you could claim it all back gave a little relief to your throbbing wallet.

Jack pocketed the velvety box. "I hope it looks good with my cacti."

"Of course it will, I have immaculate taste." You wiped the tip of your nose with your thumb. 

Time flew past without a sound. You'd left school mid-afternoon, and now the blue sky had already been painted over with an amalgamation of warm hues. Your phone showed that it was already six. "We're kind of against the clock. Let's grab the last item and head back."

Your last stop was the local gift store, where a bunch of plushies and toys were displayed. As expected, the dolls were all related to love in all kinds of ways. There was a pink bear holding a love letter, two frogs with their hands sewn together, an elephant hugging a pillow in the shape of a heart. The only ones exempt from the influence of Valentine's Day were at the back of the shop. They were graduation plush toys and one that specifically said 'Happy Mother's Day'.

"Once again, this isn't my thing. I feel like you would be more interested…" he trailed off, spinning around to look for you. "Prefect?"

"Jack! Look at this! It's adorable!" You waved him over. In your hands were two avocado dolls, one with the seed in the middle and the other without. "Oh my goodness. And this!"

You picked up two monkeys that had their arms wrapped around each other. The fluffy fur seemed to melt away under your touch, and their hands could reach all the way around your waist. 

Truth was you'd already made something for Leona, but these monkeys? It was love at first sight. He was always complaining about your inability to stay over in his room anyways, so this could work as the perfect substitute. Even though he wasn't the type to hug plushies as he slept (it would probably end up on the floor), it would still remind you of each other. No one would even notice. It's not like people could just wander into his room. And yours–

Your dorm was basically a public area by now. There were times when Sebek and Epel invited themselves over and scared the living hell out of you because you'd left your phone inside with Leona's contact on the screen. Every time you had an impromptu sleepover, they made a competition out of stealing your plushies, except Sebek who had his own Malleus cushion. Deuce might not take note of the new plush member, but Ace was observant to a fault. You could already hear his voice yelling 'why do you have this monkey plush and where is the other one' in your ears.

"Then let's buy it." Jack said. 

You shook your head ruefully. "Ehh, maybe not. Now that I think about it, I don't really have that much space left on my bed."

"I thought you'd started invading Grim's?"

"Yea, but still." Returning the monkeys to the shelf, you turned around and started searching around again. 

If Ace was observant, then Jack was eagle-eyed, always detecting details in the most unlikely places. It wasn't difficult for him to notice where your attention had drifted off to back at the jewelry shop either. 

He cleared his throat. "So, about you and Leona. Have you decided how long the secrecy will go on for?"

You petted each plush you walked past, ruffling their heads. "Not yet. We'll see."

"Right," he turned the words over in his head, looking for a more natural approach. "But you’re both fine with the arrangement, obviously.”

“Of course.” You had to be. After all, you had your own reasons for keeping up the confidentiality, and you’d hate to be involved in any royal scandal Leona had mentioned. Even if the rules weighed on you at times, it was still better than attracting attention, right? “I think so.”

All this time you’d been walking on tip-toes believing that it could do more good than harm, but a short trip down memory lane proved otherwise: That one time you'd had to hide Leona in the closet, his legs had gotten so sore that you'd spent the whole light massaging the stiffness away. Your forehead was swollen for days after running into a tree while staying out of Rook’s watchful eyes. All those times you’d had to swallow the words you wanted to say to each other in public, a much needed embrace reduced to a pat on the shoulder.

It was supposed to get Ace and his naive accomplice off your back, but look where you were now: entangled in a web of misunderstandings, not only did it not work as intended, but you also got Jack into this predicament.

“...Back home, my brother always picks fights with my sister,” Jack started. “He’s at the age where he feels the need to act like an ass in any given situation. He’s stubborn about it too. Never apologizes to her afterwards. They could spend days ignoring each other.

Any time it happens when I’m around, I try to figure out how they feel. My sister thinks that he probably hates her, that’s why they never see eye to eye. Meanwhile he does feel sorry, but he doesn't know how to get over his ego."

"Typical siblings." 

"That's right. And then I sit them down and make them talk to each other."

"And it works?"

"Like a charm. Effective communication can pretty much solve half of the conflicts in the world, but it's hard to take the first step, especially when you don't know what the other person is thinking."

You let his words sink in, turning them over in your head. If you were to lay your heart completely bare, it would certainly be singing a different tune. Perhaps a chat would really make things better instead of pretending that nothing was out of place.

"You have a point there." It wasn't hard to grasp what he was trying to say, but if he wanted to be roundabout about it, then you weren't going to bring it to light. 

The two of you came to a stop in front of a felt box holding five keychains, a sweet rendition of a puppy family. He picked it up carefully. "Would you mind if I got this? My sister has always liked collecting keyrings like these."

"Sure. You're never beating the best big brother allegation, are you?"

A proud smile dawned on his face. "Hopefully not."

By the time you’d ticked off the very last item on the shopping list, night had already fallen. 

“I just realized something awful.” Jack said from behind. He was still holding the roses and cake, while you had the rest. “You didn’t get anything at all. I mean, the cake and the necklace, and even the recipient of this bouquet-”

“Hey, don’t worry. I was the one who ‘invited’ you to hang out, wasn’t I? It’s only fair that I treat you to something nice. Even though it’s Sam’s money. It’s the sentiment that counts.”

His face faltered for a second, then he assumed an earnest expression. “In that case, I promise to make it up to you, not just for the gifts, but also for the amazing company.”

"You're not so bad yourself, Jack."

The mirror portal was situated on a nearby hill, giving you the perfect view of the town under your feet. Streams of people weaved through the streets, the uniform structures and red roofs now adorned by pink banners and decorations. 

A strange sense of satisfaction filled your chest knowing that you’d completely defied what Ace and Deuce had planned for you guys. Although this wasn’t planned, you still had an amazing time roaming around town.

“Let’s head back now.” Jack said. You sent him a nod before stepping through the mirror together.

———

It was 7:45, and you were pacing around your room.

After returning to the campus and claiming the sweet thaumarks from Sam, Jack bid you goodbye and returned to his room trying to juggle all the rewards in his arms, earning envious glares from passing students.

That was half an hour ago. In that time you’d managed to rush back to Ramshackle, got dressed in the most formal outfit you could find in your humble wardrobe, and walked ten laps around the house trying to practice what to say to Leona when he got here. 

Hey, remember when we agreed to keep all of this under wraps? I kind of don’t want to do that anymore. Yea, the press could be after us. Yea, my friends are going to be a pain in the ass. No, I still want to go public with this. 

What if he felt that it was not worth the trouble? You trusted that he would respect your choices, but still-

Rapid knocks on the door pulled you back to reality. You all but stormed down the stairs and rushed to the foyer, swinging open the door.

There he was, clad in a simple black button down shirt and pants, his hair gathered in a high ponytail. In his left hand was a bouquet of roses, and in his right, for some reason, was his broom.

How did he even manage to look perfect in everything he wore? 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kipenzi,” he stepped in and met you half-way with a kiss, trying to lean in for another when you pulled away. You almost forgot that you’d been anxious just a while ago. 

“Happy Valentine’s to you too, mpenzi,” The nickname never failed to make his tail swish in contentment. You beamed as he handed you the roses. The card indicated that there were 33 in total, and if your memory served you right, it symbolized ‘I love you’ with affection. 

“How was your day with Jack?”

“It was great.” You answered briefly, pulling him into the lounge by his hand.

“Just great?” 

“If you must know, we walked around town and bought tons of stuff. We decided to treat it as a friendly hangout.” 

“I see.” He said tersely, willing his jaw to unclench before you could see it.

“You/re not getting green-eyed, are you?”

“They’ve been green my whole life, sweetheart,” he smirked as you rolled your eyes. 

“Touche.” You headed to the sofa and picked up a huge paper bag. “Ta-da! Here’s something I made you.”

Placing his broom against the wall, he reached inside, expression shifting when he felt the soft fabric. Slowly, he pulled out the content and let it fall to the floor soundlessly.

It was a crocheted blanket big enough to roll both of you into a burrito, the pattern mimicking a chess board. The only detail you’d tweaked were the king pieces, which had been turned into two snoozing lions. 

He spent a good minute observing the blanket, as if trying to take in every single detail. Finally, he asked, “So this is why you couldn’t stay over at my room for the past two months?”

“Yea. It could’ve taken me a month, but I had no prior knowledge about crocheting, so I had to start from the ground up.”

“You could’ve just commissioned someone, you know. Would’ve saved a lot of trouble.” He said mindlessly, running his hand down the smooth yarn. 

“Maybe I should take it back then-”

“Hands off, it’s mine.” His face scrunched up, arms holding the blanket close to himself. During winter, his family had sent him more than enough blankets and duvets, all made with the most exquisite of fabrics, but this might just outshine all of them. “And it’s unique this way. So… thank you.”

If you were going to start the conversation, you reckoned that this was the perfect timing. "There's something I've been-"

"Wait a sec. I have more surprises." He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders so that only your head was uncovered and grabbed his broom. "Close your eyes."

You did as told, pulling the blanket up to shield your face. Some distance away, you heard the light switch flip. "I didn't know you had this many things planned."

It sounded like he was talking from a great height. "You didn't think I was just going to give you roses, did you?" Something cut through the air. "Though it did take me some time to figure out what to do, so you better appreciate it with all your heart."

"Roger that." You paced around in an aimless circle, listening to the faint winds trailing behind him as he flew around the lounge. For a moment you wondered if he was cleaning the place, but it was highly unlikely that he would volunteer doing so. 

"Okay," the next time he spoke, he was right in front of you. "You can look now."

The lights were out, which normally meant the room should be cloaked in darkness, but it was different today. On the roof were densely scattered glow-in-the-dark stickers piercing the dimness, mimicking stars. A few of them extended to the walls, as if the sky was melting. Some were larger in shape, others mere dots, but together, it looked like the whole galaxy had been moved inside.

Your mouth fell open as you took in the constellations spread out in front of you. There was seemingly no word that could encapsulate the feeling welling in your chest.

"I promised that I would show you the night sky of Sunset Savannah before, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself, so this will have to do." He leaned in to observe your face. "Hey. You're not crying, are you?"

"No." You croaked. Half amused and half concerned, he reached for your arm and pulled you into a tight embrace.

Being held by Leona never failed to make you feel like the most treasured person in the world. His fingers threaded in and out of your locks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head as you hid your face in his shoulder. You leaned into him, so close that your hearts might as well melt into one. 

Leona Kingscholar had always shone in every room he was in, but nothing came close to the version of him only you got to see. His love came in both showers and drizzles, both intense and tender. It blew you away and made the lining of your stomach feel warm. He was the island you'd go to when you felt like drowning, the person you could call home in this scarily foreign land. Sometimes it felt like every bad thing would go away so long as he was holding your hand. 

He's undoubtedly the best thing that had ever happened to you, you thought, and you wanted to love him wildly for that. No hushed secrets, no retreating in the dark. You wanted to braid his hair and let the world see. You wanted to let him rest his head on your lap while you worked. You wanted to pass him tooth-rotting notes in class, and you wanted and wanted and wanted. You wanted to liberate all of these hopes and desires.

There was no way you could hide what you felt for him when it was brighter than all the stars in the universe combined.

"I need to talk to you about something." His voice was muffled in your hair. 

"So do I, actually." You tore yourself away, wiping the warm trails on your cheeks.

You followed him and sank onto the floor, shifting closer so you could get under the blanket together. He fixed his gaze on the chair behind you for a second, looking like he was trying to declutter his mind, before returning his attention to you. "What happened with Jack today has got me thinking about things between us."

Your breath hitched. It was like he was reading your mind.

"Most of the blame goes to your dumb friends, obviously. But I believe that some misunderstandings stemmed from us trying to keep everything a secret. And I know I said that it was troublesome to just go public and stuff, which I still agree with, but the truth is…" he ran his hand through his hair and it sprang back into place. "You're worth it. All of it. The press, the nosy halfwits in this school, my family, they are nothing compared to how much I absolutely adore you. Screw the troubles. I want to let everyone know that you're mine, and that I'm yours." A beat later, he added, "Plus, if something like this happens again, I'm not sure I can keep my cool."

He drew a deep breath. "The only question left is, what do you think?"

"I think-" you chuckled, feeling the previous nervousness dissipate. It's funny how effortless it was for you to be on the same page. "I think the absolute same! I've been pondering about how all this secrecy has been keeping us from each other, and I just despise that. Nothing is critical enough that it should be able to make me compromise my feelings..."

His grin grew wider and wider as you rambled on and on, until he had to cut you off with a kiss right there, laced with relief and unbridled joy. You couldn't help but smile into his touch, relishing in the new found solace. It was like your heart had found air again.

Under the starry sky, Leona rested his head against you, hand finding yours and giving it a small squeeze. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Oh yea, you want to make this a competition?" He quirked his brow, and before you knew it, you were going back and forth without a regard for the passing hours.

You might not have been able to spend the entire Valentines' Day with him, but you knew that there was still tomorrow and the days after that, enough for you to tell him all the ways you loved him as much as you wanted. It would always be like this– bathing in each other's presence, letting the love drape over you two like a blanket. 

Only this time, you wouldn't have to hold back anymore.

———

"Hey," Trey walked up to Cater, who was walking to and fro in the middle of the corridor. "What's this emergency you were talking about?"

"Trey! Thank the Queen of Hearts you're here." He pulled the taller man towards one of the dorm rooms, where the door was slightly ajar. A stern voice could be heard from within, though it was too faint for him to string together a coherent sentence.

"Jack asked me to let him in because he had something urgent to say to Ace and Deuce, and it looked like a storm was verging on his face so I complied," Cater moved aside, signaling Trey to take a peek. "He's been in there for a good while, and it doesn't sound like fun."

Trey let out an exasperated sigh. He'd spent the past few days baking cookies and chocolates, and he could frankly use a break. Still, as the vice dorm leader, he couldn't just turn a blind eye when the underclassmen got into trouble. Bending down, he squeezed one eye shut to get a clear view of what was going on inside.

Jack was standing in the middle of the room, arms in front of his chest, tail moving stiffly. The usual seriousness of his expression was mixed with an edge of irritation. 

On the edge of the bed sat Ace and Deuce, who were as still as twin popsicles, hands clenched on their laps and head low. Deuce looked especially guilty, like he'd just done something terrible like eating Riddle's tarts. Ace was mildly annoyed, but unable to utter a retort.

"...totally inconsiderate and disappointing behavior… the result could've been egregious!"

Trey blinked, then backed away from the door. "We'd better give them some more time. They've done something egregious ."

"Wow. That's a big word. I wonder what exactly they've done…" At Trey's disapproving squint, Cater waved his hand dismissively. "Don't look at me like that! Of course I won't use our cute first years as topics for gossip~"

The two made their ways back to their rooms then. Another thirty minutes later, Jack finally ended his speech in resignation, rendering the two culprits and frankly inadequate cupids speechless. In his deep breaths, he picked up the faint fragrance of roses lingering on his clothes, and let out a soft sigh.

Hopefully it was enough to repay all the presents you'd given him today. 

[hypnoneghoul]

piss bukkake anon again (god what a fucking legacy... can I have like one of those anon emojis just so I wont have to say that shit everytime. if yes can I be 🍑 anon? if thats already taken then 💅🏻 or 💀?)

anyway... I was thinking and like if youre not into this dw I totally understand!!

but what if two of the ghouls are fucking and they knot. but the top suddenly realises they have to pee... maybe they pee and have to stay linked together until the knot goes down (having to awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom or get it all over the bed), maybe they Barely make it out but lose control right before the toilet/right as they get up to run to the bathroom. maybe they Almost make it but just as theyre almost deflated enough they lose control, unlocking right as theyre finished... maybe with Swiss and another ghoul? though if its 2 other ghouls I also dont mind!

i haven't stoped thinking about this since you sent it i died ugh. also in case u missed it, you can be 🍑 np heh anyway i chose swissdew to not torture yall with yet another swissalps fic lmao

520 words, anal sex, knotting, cis dew for once, pissing inside (pisspie?), slight degradation, tiny bit of hair pulling

“Ugh, kitten, stop that,” Swiss grunted, digging his claws into Dewdrop’s hips.

“Stop whining,” the fire ghoul snarled and pushed his ass back into Swiss’ stomach once again.

“Fucking hell,” he spat as he wrapped the other’s braid around his hand and pulled, making him moan wantonly. “It’s gonna be your problem, not mine, if I piss in your pretty little hole. Stop. Squirming.”

“Who said it’s gonna be a problem, hm?”

“Oh… oh, you fucking whore,” Swiss gasped, the realization hitting him like a freight train. The realization that Dewdrop wanted him to… “Fuck.”

Dewdrop purred, arching his back further as if in invitation, “Come on. Knot me, get me stuck and fill me up.”

“Shit, fuck, kitten, you– fucking hell,” the multi ghoul moaned and pushed back into Dewdrop again. The idea alone and the fact that he wanted to do that, that they were about to do that threw Swiss right onto the edge, his knot ready to be shoved in.

“Do it.”

“Give me– shit, gimme a minute,” he panted, jack hammering into the fire ghoul with a bruising force. With a moan he bent down over Dewdrop and pressed his face to his back. “Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes, fuck,” he whined at the change in angle that made Swiss ram straight into his prostate. “I’m c– close.”

“Me too,” the multi ghoul muttered into his skin. He straightened back up and clenched his jaw so hard it hurt. Swiss dug his claws into Dewdrop’s skinny hips, holding him with an iron grip and pushed. He pushed and pushed, watching the fire ghoul’s hole stretching around his knot, until it popped in, making Dewdrop shudder and wail as he came untouched onto the mattress below them.

“So fucking tight, kitten,” Swiss growled, grinding it in for a good measure. It took only seconds for the rhythmic clenches of Dewdrop’s ass and the tightness and warmth engulfing Swiss’ cock to make him cum, too. He groaned as his orgasm washed over him, nearly forgetting about their… plan.

“Do it,” the fire ghoul reminded him, nearly sobbing. “Please, Swiss.”

How could he not obey such a pretty plea?

The moment Swiss’ dick stopped leaking cum, he forced himself to relax and let go. It was harder than it should be, considering how he could barely hold it in minutes ago. With a sigh of relief the multi ghoul started to piss, filling Dewdrop up to the very brim as he moaned like a true whore at the feeling of all the warmth inside him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, shit, it’s– it’s so good,” he cried out, limbs shaking.

“So fucking filthy, kitten,” Swiss chuckled above him as he rubbed his hands over the fire ghoul’s back soothingly. “My lovely little piss slut.”

"Shut the fuck up," Dewdrop breathed out. "Lay us down."

He didn't reply, only bent down to kiss the other's spine and obeyed, wrapping his arms around him and laying them down on their sides.

"We're doing this again," Dewdrop announced once Swiss cuddled up to his back.

"Absolutely we are."

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet (Chapter 3—Lesson 2) ||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, cursing, masturbation (f.), fingering (f.), mingyu is hard again, not proofread

Summary: Being close with Mingyu has its up and downs, but mostly its ups

Word Count: 3.8k (the chapters keep getting longer💀)

series masterlist

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‘hey kid are you awake ?’

*no im still sleeping*

‘stop lying, i can see your light is on through your window’

*first of all why are you peeping through my window ?? second why is my light letting you know i'm awake and not the fact that i responded to your text ?*

‘.... anyways i'm taking you to school so be ready in a few’

*okay just text me when you're ready so i can walk over*

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It had hardly been 10 minutes before you heard your doorbell ring. Unfortunately, your mother gets to the door before you can. Oh no.

“Mingyu!” she squeals excitedly. You know she’s smothering him with hugs and kisses right now.

You walk down the stairs slowly, eyeing the interaction between your mother and Mingyu.

“Hi Ms.Y/L/N,” Mingyu replies sweetly.

“Everything okay with your mom? She need something?” your mother asks.

“No, everything’s good. I’m just waiting for Y/n so I can take her to school,” he looks up. “Here she is now.”

Your mom turns around quickly. A bright smile is plastered on her face. “I didn’t know you two were friends again! Gosh it’s been so long since I’ve seen you two together like this!”

“Mom,” you whine. “We’re gonna be late. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Oh but it is! You remember how upset you were when-“

“Mom!” you cut her off. “We’re leaving now, I’ll see you later. Love you, bye.”

You practically push Mingyu out the door as he giggles.

"I thought I told you to text me so I could go to you," you complain.

"You did," Mingyu grins. "I just didn't listen.

You scoff, playfully pushing him. The two of you enter his car, starting the drive to school. The two of you listen to his music most of the way to school. It’s not until you’re nearing the school that he finally speaks up.

“You wanna come over after practice again? I got a lesson planned. My mom won’t be home and you’ll already be with me,” he offers.

“Yeah I’ll come over,” you tell him. “I have homework to do so it can't be too long.”

He nods in understandment, turning his head all the way to you. He takes notice of your attire.

“You’re not hot? It’s not really the weather for turtleneck sweaters is it?” he teases.

“Well if someone didn’t leave a bunch of hickeys all over me, I would be wearing something more weather-friendly,” you scoff.

“You wanted me to mark you up for Wonwoo,” he says.

“Exactly, for Wonwoo,” you smile to yourself. “At practice today he’ll see them. And hopefully this master plan of yours will work.”

The two of you pull up to the school. Mingyu parks his car in his usual spot in the senior parking lot.

“You brought a change of clothes?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No, I have a tank top under the sweater and athletic shorts under the skirt. I’m just gonna take them off.”

“You’re gonna play baseball in a tank top?” he asks.

“Is there a problem with that?” you quirk an eyebrow. “Scared you’ll pop another boner or something?”

“Damn Y/n,” he climbs out of the car. “You make me sound like some sort of pervert.”

You giggle, exiting the door. “You are,”

He locks his car with a beep. There’s a few people staring at you as they make their way toward the entrance of the building.

Some of them whisper amongst themselves while others gives you weird looks. You no longer feel comfortable. “I’m gonna go to class now."

You begin walking toward the building quickly.

“I’ll see you at 3!” he calls from the opposite direction.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The final bells rings and you’re beyond relieved. You’ve never been closely connected to what goes on in your school, but today you learned just how quickly word can spread.

All day, the kids in your classes were mumbling and whispering about you and Mingyu. If you walked into a classroom or bathroom, people’s attention would immediately turn to you. The murmurs would start and the girls would giggle.

You’re not stupid. You know exactly what it is that they’re saying about you. It was either that you were ‘sleeping with him’ or ‘tutoring him’, and people didn’t seem to like that either way.

How come it never crossed their minds that maybe you guys were just... friends? Maybe you two were just too different for people to ever understand.

What really surprises you is that when you go to leave the classroom, you're pulled back in by an arm as the rest of the class clears out.

“Hey girlie!” a familiar voice says.

You can pinpoint the voice anywhere, the girl talking about you in the bathroom. It didn’t take long for you to figure out who she was. Lee Sora was the captain of the dance team and the most popular girl in your grade, and probably the school too. She had dark hair, long lashes, and a body to die for. All the guys wanted her, regardless of if they were in your grade or even at your school.

She was everything you weren’t.

“I was just talking to Sohee,” she motions to the other girl in the classroom. You know Min Sohee, Sora’s best friend as the other voice in the bathroom that day.

You don’t like either of them.

“And we heard something about you and Mingyu,” Sora smiles at you. “We were just wondering if you and Mingyu were like a thing or something. It’s just not really natural to see you guys together, so I was curious.”

You don’t like being in this position. Trapped between two girls you strongly dislike, being asked questions about subject that doesn't concern them. You remember back to Mingyu’s words: “We don't tell them anything," he says as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "What you and I do in our free time is none of their business. If people wanna talk, let them talk. That kind of stuff shouldn't affect you."

“Um,” you shift uncomfortably. “He’s my neighbor, not that it’s really any of your business.”

You swear her eyes turn black for a second. “Well actually it is my business!” she fake laughs. “You probably don’t know this, but Mingyu and I hooked up at a party a little while ago and we’ve been sort of talking ever since. I would hate if something tried to stand int he way of that.”

Is she trying to intimidate you? You could care less about her and Mingyu. He’s not the one you want anyway.

You almost feel kind of bad for Mingyu in this moment. Quite frankly, Sora is kind of a bitch. You're unsure of how Mingyu could possibly deal with someone like her.

“That’s great,” you return the fake smile. “But I have to go meet up with him right now and I'm already late. Bye.”

What the hell just happened? Sora and Sohee talking to you? You dismissing them? You've never been that bold in your life. It feels kind of... nice.

You walk out the classroom, heading to the girl's locker room. You change out of your sweater and skirt, keeping the shorts and tank top you had on underneath.

You're in a hurry, knowing that Mingyu is waiting on you. You rush out of the locker room and into the hallway that leads toward the baseball field. However, you're moving a little too fast and your body meets someone's back with a soft thump. You let out a quiet 'oof' at the contact, stumbling back a little bit.

You regain your balance, quickly apologizing to the figure in front of you. He turns around.

No fucking way.

Wonwoo's eyes meet yours and a soft smile appears on his face. "It's okay," he responds. "I actually have somewhere to be right now, I shouldn't have been walking so slow anyway."

He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.

Admittedly, Wonwoo feels a bit flustered. You're cute.

However, you're panicking. Wonwoo is talking to you, like he's really talking to you. "Uh..."

This is so embarrassing. And Mingyu's not here. Fuck, you need Mingyu here. Where is- oh.

Mingyu's tall figure jogs up the hallway, catching both your and Wonwoo's attention. "Hey!" he shouts. "You're both late!"

"Sorry," Wonwoo apologizes. "I got held up with a teacher."

As Mingyu jogs over, he heads straight toward you. Unexpectedly, he pulls you in for a hug, subtly wiping soe of the intentionally poorly applied makeup off your neck.

That sly fucker.

Mentally, you're thanking him for reacting so quickly and showing up just in time. More surpisingly, he plants a kiss on your cheek that immediately causes you to freeze up. If Wonwoo talking to you didn't make you look scared enough, this definitely did. What the hell?

Mingyu slowly backs away from you, "Y/n, you're never late."

"I uh,' you blink. "Got caught up too... sorry."

You feel dizzy and your brain is scrambled. What is happening right now?

"Okay well I already set everything up," Mingyu informs the both of you. "And I brought my old glove for you Y/n."

"Thanks," you say in a near whisper.

"Mingyu," Wonwoo speaks up. He's eyeing the slightly more visible hickey that paint your skin. "I didn't realize this was Y/n. And you didn't care to tell me you two were... together? It's nice to meet you Y/n."

Together?

You lightly shove Mingyu off of you. "We're not together. I'd rather die than be with him."

Womwoo smiles.

Mingyu chuckles, "You're so harsh Y/n."

"Mingyu you have like... a whole fanclub. You know you don't wanna date me, don't act like you don't feel the same," you eye him.

A cocky smirk forms on Mingyu's face. "Anyways, yeah me and her... not happening. And Wonwoo, you'd be the first to know if I ever did settle down with someone."

Wonwoo chuckles, "Guess I'll be waiting a while. You're allergic to commitment."

Wonwoo wasn't lying. The most Mingyu would consider commitment is sleeping with the same girl more than once. Relationships simply were not his thing. With a guy like Mingyu, he always had so many options, so why bother settling down with one?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You’re now back in Mingyu’s car. Practicing with the boys ended up being much better than you expected. Despite being nerdy, you were actually kind of athletic.

They had you bunt off of Mingyu’s pitches for the first bit of practice. Admittedly, it was hard at first. But after a few of his pitches, you started to get the hang of things.

After that, they played out situations with you on base. It was a bit scary, having them practically target you with the ball because there was no one covering the bases.

Mingyu even taught you how to pitch to Wonwoo. That ended up being your strong suit. Both of the boys were shocked when your second try ended up being a perfect pitch, and it was fast.

For the last bit of time you guys did batting practice. For you, bunting was was easier than actual batting, especially with Mingyu’s pitches. They’re ere impossible to hit and the boys just laughed and reassured you every time you got a strike.

You had a lot of fun with them.

“I think the other guys on the team would like you,” Mingyu says as you guys pull into his driveway. “You should think about managing the team.”

“Managing the team?” you echo.

“Yeah,” he parks the car.

“But I don’t know anything about baseball,” you respond, opening the passenger side door.

“Maybe not yet,” he opens his door. “But you are v helpful, and you’ve got a sick pitch. Think about it, season doesn’t start officially for another couple of weeks. If you keep practicing with me and Wonwoo you’ll know everything in no time.”

The two of you enter his house again, slipping off your shoes and going back to his bedroom. There’s no awkward tension this time.

You didn’t think you and Mingyu would still get along so well after so much time. Everything seems to have fallen back into place easily. You’ve already established the comfort level to joke with him, the same way you used to.

You figured it would take longer to get here with him, but you clicked instantly. That thought makes you happy.

“So,” he smiles. “How was it with Wonwoo today? When I first saw you two together, I was surprised. But jesus christ, you were looking at him like a ghost Y/n.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” you deny.

“I was halfway down the hallway and I could see you stuttering and shaking. Never seen someone that nervous in my life. You’re really down bad for him,” Mingyu laughs.

Is that really how you looked? You hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “No don’t tell me that! Do you think he noticed? Ohymgod he definitely noticed. He probably thinks I’m so weird.”

“Eh,” he plops down on the bed. “Maybe at first considering that initial reaction was… yeah. But after that he seemed to have warmed up to you.”

“You think so?” you perk up. You’re so excited, Mingyu thinks it’s cute.

“Yeah,” Mingyu says. “I think he likes you.”

“Really?”

He nods. “But enough about that, we have another lesson today. And you said we don’t have much time, right?”

You nod in response.

“ ‘S all about you,” he says. “Might be a little out of your comfort zone though. It’s kind of a big step from yesterday.”

“It might be,” you breathe out. “But I trust you.”

“Yeah?” He smiles. “You ever had an orgasm before?”

He’s so blunt. You feel the rush of heat swell in your face.

“No,” you tell him truthfully.

“You’ve never touched yourself before?” he raises an eyebrow.

“I have,” you mumble, again covering your face with your hands.“Just never gotten myself there. Dunno how.”

Mingyu smirks,pulling your hands down do he can see your face. “Can I help?” He places a soft kiss on your finger.

Okay yeah the tension is back. The mood in the room has completely shifted, and now you feel all hot and nervous. But also excited? Are you really gonna let him do this?

“Yeah,” you respond.

He lets out a mental breath of relief. Mingyu was worried you were genuinely going to say no. But you trust him.

He pulls your body close to his. He's laying on his side, you on your back. "Show me what you do and I'll help."

You nod again, letting out a shaky breath.

Your shaky hands slides down into your shorts. You part your legs to give yourself easier access. Your middle finger runs along your slit. To your surprise, you’re already soaked, your own essence coating the tip of your finger.

Your finger finds your clit, it’s sensitive and throbbing with need. You let out a quiet moan at the contact. Mingyu’s eyes are glued to your figure. It’s not enough, he needs to see you.

He lets out a disapproving ‘tsk,’ placing his hand on your upper arm. “Need to see what you’re doing, show me.”

Your eyes find his. His eyes are half lidded and filled with lust. You nod slowly, sliding down your shirts and your panties without breaking eye contact. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire under his gaze.

He lets out a nearly audible ‘fuck’ at the sight of you. Your face feels so hot. Your finger circles your clit slowly, stimulating the bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk slightly at each touch.

Mingyu refuses to atop looking at you, eyes boring into your soul. His face has grown closer, eyes switching between yours and between your thighs. “This is so embarrassing,” you whimper. “Can’t do it when you’re watching.”

Mingyu licks his lips. “Let me do it for you.”

You let out a breathy ‘hah’ at his offer. His hands travels down, grasping your and bringing it up to his lips. He sucks lightly on your fingers, licking them clean.

“Please,” you whimper.

That’s all he needs. He brings his own hand to his mouth, wetting them quickly before bringing it down between your thighs. He aims straight for your clit, taking two of his fingers to circle your sensitive bud quickly. You lift your hips into his touch immediately, squirming around on his bed.

His other hand finds your jaw. He lightly pushes it toward his face, closing the small gap between you. You’re kissing him again. This time it’s messier, lacking any coordination at all.

His fingers rub your clit so fast, circling the most sensitive part of your body. Your wetness gathers on his fingers, making it easier to maintain his pace. You’re moaning into his mouth, kissing him sloppily as you concentrate on the pleasure he’s giving you.

You part your legs for him more, to which he takes advantage of. His fingers move from your clit, skipping inside of you easily.

You tilt your head back, breaking the kiss and sinking into the pillow. You let out a loud moan as he fills you up with one of his digits. It slips in easily, stretching you just enough to get used to the feeling. Your hips push up into his fingers with each movement, only making it easier for him to finger your slippery hole.

You’re moaning into his mouth, whining against his lips. “More,” you beg against his lips.

Gladly.

He pushes another finger in. You feel the burn as he stretches your tight hole. You’re so wet, his fingers slip in and out of you like it’s nothing.

His fingers are long and thick, hardly comparing to your own. Any time you’d touched yourself, it wasn’t enough. It felt good, but it was never enough to get you there. Like a good song building up to a beat drop that never came.

Mingyu however, was more than enough.

He thrusts his fingers inside of you, filling you up perfectly. His thumb finds your clit again, circling the bud again. “Fuck,” you moan.

You’re arching and pushing into his touch desperately. He feels so good. You’re moaning and whimpering, the sinful sounds filling Mingyu’s ears.

He’s beyond hard right now. His stiff cock is poking out of his pants, twitching against your thigh, straining against the fabric. He’s sure he can cum untouched, getting off on your pleasure alone.

But it’s not about him right now.

It’s about you. And how you’re whimpering his name like it’s the only word you know. How you’re being stretched open by his fingers. How you’re so fucking wet, leaking all over his bed sheets and making it easier for him to finger you. How your eyes are screwed shut and you can’t keep still. How sexy you look right now and how Mingyu never wants this to end.

However, it is, and soon. You’re beginning to feel an unfamiliar feeling build up in the pit of your stomach. The pleasure is building up and you’re nearing the edge.

“F-Fuck Mingyu,” you gasp. “I think I’m close- oh fuck.”

Mingyu’s cock twitches against your thigh again. Now he’s really excited. If you didn’t look sexy enough already, image how you’d look when you cum.

He lets out a groan in your ear, “ ‘S okay, cum for me.”

He picks up his pace, curling his fingers inside of you. He presses his fingers deep into your walls, causing you to cry out the fully go over the edge. You’re writing under his touch more, squirming incessantly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hands fly down onto his.

The most sinful sounds slip from between your lips as you enter a state of bliss. The feeling is intense and unfamiliar. A few tears spill from your eyes as you ride out your orgasm. You’re moaning and gasping for breath.

This feels so fucking good.

Mingyu watches you like you’re the only thing left on earth. Watching you cum will be forever engrained in his brain.

You finally come down from your high, panting softly. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his soft gaze. He’s practically drooling, eyes glued to you like you’re the only thing that matters to him.

You are literally glowing.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod softly. “Thank you.”

You don’t know why, but you kiss him again. You move off your back and onto your side, reconnecting your lips. It takes Mingyu by surprise, but he eventually melts into your touch.

He kisses you back softly, cupping your cheek. You caress skin, resting your hand on his jaw. His cock presses against your thigh and you’re suddenly aware of it.

Your hand travels down, ghosting over the stiffness in his pants. Before you can touch him, he grabs your wrist, stopping you. “You don’t want me to?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “ ‘Course I do. But you just went through a lot, you need to rest. And you said we don’t have much time today right?”

Oh yeah.

“Another lesson,” he plants a kiss on your forehead. “You wanna get cleaned up and dressed?”

You look down, remembering that your entire bottom half is completely exposed. “Oh shit I forgot.”

He chuckles. “Here, you can hop in the shower and I’ll throw your clothes and the comforter in the wash.”

He climbs off the bed, your following shortly. You enter the bathroom, ridding yourself of the rest of your clothes and sliding them under the door so Mingyu can wash them before stepping into the shower.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

When you step out of the bathroom, Mingyu is nowhere to be found. Sprawled on his bed is a set of clothes for you, one of his t-shirts, boxers, and sweatpants.

You get dressed before plopping down on his bed. Thankfully the only think you got dirty was the comforter, so he simply replaced the top layer of his bed with an old one.

You pull your laptop out of your bag, finally getting started on your assignments. A few moments later, Mingyu enters the room holding two hot cups of ramen.

“Hey, thought you might be hungry,” he hands you a cup and a pair of chopsticks.

You smile up at him. “I am, thank you. For the food and the clothes.”

“Of course,” he grins. “Anything for you kid.” He ruffles your hair before sitting at his desk.

He turns on his music and the two of you enjoy the comfortable quiet, doing your homework and eating as you wait for your clothes to finish up.

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~Stray Kids reaction to if you asked them to call you daddy~

Summary: Exactly what it says above

A/N: Gender isn’t specified so it can be read as whatever you want it to be. 

Again, my spelling and grammar is not very good so ignore that and I’m always open for feedback, my requests are open but I may take awhile to answer them, sorry to the people who have sent them in and I haven’t gotten around to doing them yet I promise I will soon!

18+, DNI if you are a minor!

Chan:

Poor boy thinks he misheard you

“Umm, what? Can you say that again?”

You repeat yourself

and he flat out short circuits for a minute, lookin at you with the blankest expression

it takes him a minute-to process and comprehend this new information you just dropped on him

Finally, he’ll turn completely red

stuttering over his words ‘n all

nervous and embarrassed and kinda turned on

I don’t think he’d be particularly into it-

no he would be-

but he would much rather call you mommy or smth

definitely would call you daddy if you asked him to

and would find it kind of hot it just wouldn’t be something he’d probably ever think about of you didn’t first

Would be totally shy about it and it probably wouldn’t be a domestic thing at all, just in the heat of the moment or when he’s trying to tease you

But think about how pretty Channie would be, sitting between your legs in front of a mirror as you stroked his cock

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you baby?” you purr, “so so pretty, who do you belong to pretty boy?”

Shivering, he nearly yells “y-you daddy! On-only you!”

Felix:

Felix on the other hand would be super into it

Has most likely fantasized about it before and so when you brought it up he was more than happy to indulge

I think that honestly whether it’s a mommy kink, mistress, master, ma’am, sir, whatever tf you want, he’d be super into it

I think he’s especially into mommy and daddy tho

Idk, smth about the nurturing role you take on really gets him going

he just wants to be taken care of by you

He’d get all blushy and cute when you told him to call you daddy for the first time 

but under that sweet little flush, he’d be planning something

so be ready for this boy to come up to you during the day-whether it be in public or just at home, he’ll innocently lean into you and  whisper “Daddy~” into your ear

I mean, he’s a brat-or at least tries to be-bc the second you fix him with a glare he’s dropping to his knees begging for forgiveness

So be ready for him to tease you a lot and make little plays in attempt to get punished by you

Honestly, I think it would play largely into his manhandling kink, especially if you worked out a lot or were just really strong

just pick him up when your kissing him

he will keen

scream daddy so loud the neighbours would think you’re praying to the heavenly father or some shit if they hadn’t already heard your other escapades

I’m really sorry if you’re religious, but let’s be honest what are you doing reading this if you are?💀

Honestly, RIP to your neighbours 

And rip to anyone who witnessed that time Lixie accidentally moaned out daddy not so quietly, gripping your arm as he came from the vibrator up his ass 

at a very public restaurant

Anyway-what I’m trying to get to the point to here

he’d love it,

be so into it

and have literally zero shame about it

Hyunjin:

Another one that would be really into it

But this time it would be brought up a different way

bc let’s be honest here,

little jinnie was already fantasizing about it

getting his ass wrecked by daddy<3

before you even got around to telling him you already discovered that he was into it

how?

Well, you see

you came home one day, having gotten off early and wanting surprise your boyfriend

and then you heard noises coming from the bedroom

long story short,

you walked in on him touching himself, whimpering out combinations of daddy and your name

begging daddy to touch him<3

wasn’t hard to put two and two together

“want daddy to take care of you jinnie?”

he will freeze in place and is straight up mortified, refusing to talk about it or even acknowledge that it happened

after LOTS of convincing, promising, and having to assure him that he wasn’t any less of a man and that you wouldn’t love him any less he finally told you himself

and then you told him that that was great bc you were going to tell him you wanted him to call you that already

relief set in instantly and all traces of embarrassment are gone 

poor thing gets all red and you notice the bulge in those tight ass pants he always wears as he gets hard again

and whimpers for daddy’s help

banging my head against a wall rn

Especially loves it when you bend him over your leg as a punishment, rubbing the plush skin of his ass, teasing and sensual

before...

SMACK

He whimpers, moaning for more as you whisper filthy things into his ear

“Such a pretty painslut for daddy aren’t you?”

“How is daddy making you feel, bunny?”

“Count each hit for daddy, sweetheart.”

It’s just so fucking hot to him

And to you

So WIN-WIN

Minho:

Okay-

so he’d be into it

but tease you constantly about it

Like-when you told him-

he had to fight to keep composure

definitely took a looong cold shower after

But again, he’s a brat at heart and will take literally any and every chance to piss you off

So you better expect he’s gonna not only make fun of you and lowkey mock you for it but also look at you judgementally when you tell him to call you it

if his eyes aren’t already rolling into the back of his head

Deep down tho

somewhere in there under all that brattiness

Under all of that exterior that tries his very hardest to provoke and rile you up

is a very sweet Lee Know

That just wants to be taken care of by daddy<3

and you better believe that he’s SO into it

and when he falls into subspace (a rare occurrence in itself) he’s whining, whimpering

BEGGING for daddy to wreck him

he just wants to be used like a little toy for your pleasure

as he screams daddy at the top of his lungs

He’d mockingly call you it all the time

but feels so warm inside when he does and maybe, eventually you can get him to say it in a domestic setting unironically 

if you ever get to that point, he will not mutter it outside of the privacy of your own home for anyone other than you

God bless that one time you went to pick him up from dance practice early and decided to watch as they finished up

when they were done you walked up to him, bringing him into a hug despite how sweaty and gross he was

gushing about how good he did, his ears turning red at all of the praise you showered him with

and when you were done, with his whole damn chest he said

“Thank you, Daddy.”

...

NEVER AGAIN

NEVER FUCKING AGAIN

WON’T CALL YOU THAT FOR MONTHS AFTWR

AND STILL GOES THROUGH PATCHES WHERE HE WON’T BC THE OTHERS STILL MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR IT

poor baby

Seungmin:

I think he WOULD if you really wanted him to

Would be lowkey judgemental about it

I don’t think he’s even really into calling you mommy that much, 

more into mistress or master

goes along with the whole wanting to be called puppy thing, yk?

When you sat him down and told him 

bc let’s be real, he’d need to sit down and talk about things before you do them

mans wants to do research and everything before getting into it

Anyway, back to the point

You tell him that you want to experiment with him calling you daddy in the bedroom

he couldn’t even hide the shock and judgement written plainly across his face 

would tell you he was fine with it

we don’t kink-shame in this house

but he couldn’t even lie convincingly

terrible terrible poker face and would actually feel bed when he could see you were bummed at his reaction

and so would at least try to get into it for you

try everything at least once right?

and I think that eventually his head would associate the name with pleasure so he would like it and get some form of pleasure by saying it to a certain level

but at the end of the day just wouldn’t totally vibe with it

will downright refuse to call you it any other time

just in like, the heat of the moment

Again, he will WHOLEHEARTEDLY call you master or mistress 

would probably call you that domestically

and would probably end up calling you that majority of the time instead, whether it’s by accident or on purpose

but it’s fine 

bc he looks just as pretty calling you master as he does calling you daddy

Jisung:

Would he try to call you it?

Absolutely

Will he do it all the time?

Yes

Would he yell it while he’s getting fucked dumb?

Probably not

would call you it EVERYWHERE ELSE

outside the bedroom ‘n all of that

but the second he gets too into it

it’s back to mommy or noona

Boy has an issue

and it’s that he’s a mommy’s boy

no matter what, 

at heart, 

when you’re railing him into the mattress, making him cry from the overwhelming pleasure you give him,

as he drags blunt nails down your back, leaving marks he’ll gaze at lovingly later, sobbing into your neck while begging for more

it’s mommy he’s begging

Lowkey funny

Bc it’s all “Daddy, please!”, “Daddy touch me!**cute pout**”, “Daddy!” 

until you hit his prostate

it’s like a switch, 

there’s no more of that. his brain straight up malfunctions and his body melts 

it’s mommy now

or noona

It’s not that he doesn’t think calling you daddy is hot or anything

Hannie finds it insanely hot

and gets incredibly turned on whenever either you refer to yourself as daddy or he does

just at the end of the day he’s a momma’s boy

and i don’t think it really depends on your gender even, he’s going to end up calling you mommy at some point

and it’s when he’s getting fucked so hard he’s seeing stars

Changbin:

Okay, I can see this man being super into it

I think that it’s less what the title he calls you is, but how it makes him feel

if that makes sense?????

Like, the more humiliating it is, the better

ESPECIALLY

if you called him pretty girl at the same time or something

Just play with his nipples and

“Such pretty tits for daddy~ such a pretty thing, right babygirl?”

JESUS FUCKING CHRI-

“Yes daddy! Just for you, such a pretty girl for you!”

brain exe. has stopped working

HUGE THING FOR FEMINIZATION 

He likes to be roughed up and i think that calling you daddy would play into that largely

I also think that he’d tease you with it 

just a little

Whispering things into your ear in public, smirking at the fact that you can’t do anything to him yet

YET

when you get home just tie him up and tape bullet vibrators to his sensitive nipples

watch as he squirms, whining for his daddy to touch him

but you only watch him, smirking as you call him your slutty little girl, just for you

He just cries and mewls as he comes untouched from that

IMAGINE

taking a sharpie or marker or anything and writing all over his body with it 

Things like ‘Daddy’s toy,”, “Property of daddy”, “Use me daddy″, “Play with my pretty parts<3″, ”Pinch here”, “Rub here”, etc

Then make him get on his knees and circle him, taking pictures of him all covered up in your words

IM REALLY SORRY, I HAVE ISSUES

IN:

Honestly-

honestly 

He’d never even imagine that he ever could like it

whenever he saw a daddy kink in media or porn he’d be cringing, thinking it was weird

that was, until you 

until you leaned down to his ear, mid grind, voice lust-filled and husky, sending shivers down his spine as you whispered into his ear

“You gonna be good for daddy babyboy?”

Straight up loses his shit 

That word became his life-line

repeated it over and over like a broken record

begging for daddy

to ruin him

to touch him

to please, please let him cum

it would be so fucking hot

For both of you

but afterward-

after you’d cleaned him up and everything suddenly he realized what happened

queue extremely confused innie, staring at the wall blankly

like ?????

‘I never though that it could be that hot????’

Still winces whenever he sees a daddy kink anywhere other than when he’s calling you it

saying it to you makes him feel a certain way that porn could never convey properly

Innie would come up to you while you’re sitting on the couch

get on his knees, on the floor, resting his face against your knee or smth

the insides of your thighs if you let him pls do

not even in a sexual way, he’ll leave kisses across your skin and look up at you with hearts in his eyes

‘N say 

‘I love you daddy.”

Then it does become a sexual thing 

as you spend the rest of the night making him scream

just reciprocating that love<3

[hughesmedicine]

announcing her| j. hughes

jack hughes x reader( it’s a normal one for once💀)

also I usually do gender neutral names since they’re my absolute favorite so if you don’t like that then don’t read or imagine a different name:)

jackhughes

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jackhughes: we wanted to wait a while before we announced her but meet sawyer mae hughes❤️

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yourusername: my worlds❤️

_quinnhughes: can’t wait to give her a Canucks jersey, she’s gonna look adorable in it🥹

| lhughes_06: she’s already got a Michigan one on the way so step up your game!

| _quinnhughes: yeah whatever🙄

trevorzegras: when do I get to see her again, like can you guys fly here or something??

| yourusername: no we can’t fly but whenever you and jack play against each other!

| trevorzegras: need that game to come faster

elblue6: she’s so precious, can’t wait till I get to hold her again🥹❤️

| yourusername: please come for a visit again! I’ve missed you

| elblue6: miss you too sweetie! I’ll plan a trip soon

lhughes_06: think she’s in need of another umich game!

| yourusername: we’re planning on going to the next one!

| lhughes_06: awesome can’t wait, also the boys are gonna be happy!

| _quinnhughes: okay but I think she’s in need of a canucks game more

| yourusername: when you play against jack you will🫡

| _quinnhughes: no please come early

| yourusername: fine we’ll try

nicohischier: she’s such a cutie but is she coming to practice?

| jackhughes: yes!

| nicohischier: dibs on holding her when you get here

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yourusername: little mom and daughter time🤍

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jackhughes: I miss my girls so much❤️

| yourusername: please hurry back, we need cuddles

| jackhughes: two more days

_quinnhughes: you should’ve came, I need those sawyer cuddles

| yourusername: I’m already regretting not going but I had to work

| _quinnhughes: just quit and use jack

| jackhughes: she won’t trust me I’ve tried

| yourusername: sorry I like my job!

colecaufield: about to make a special trip just to hold her🥹

| yourusername: please come to jersey! I’ve missed you bestie

| colecaufield: missed you too y/n! I’ll be there next week!

| jackhughes: do you miss me?

| colecaufield: how do I say this um.. im kidding! yes I miss you bud

| jackhughes: okay good or I would have made you sleep on the couch

| colecaufield: I probably have to sleep there anyways

[morallygreyyn]

Please a contuination of 'a rare opportunity' / more drunk illumi / or even a illumi smut😔 AND ADD GOSSIPING WITH HISOKA WE CANNOT FORGET MY BOY👀

jealous confessions pt 2. - (drunk! illumi x reader)

description: having seen what illumi was like a few nights prior, you were desperate to see it again and to know once and for all whether the zoldyck assassin had feelings for you too. so you and your best friend hisoka devise a master plan to get illumi drunk again but this time, make him jealous...

warnings: implied nsfw, implied dubcon, drunk illumi, sober reader, maybe blackmail?, just some really sketchy shit all around

authors note: ahh another request! thanks so much anon! 💗 seems like drunk illumi is quite popular with y'all huh? 👀 well your wish is my command (and i just really love illumi 🥴) so here is part two of a rare occurance (with ofc added gossipy hisoka) ! i tried my hardest not to make this too ooc but it’s illumi and emotions so what can you expect really 💀maybe i should make this a series haha 🫢 implied smut happens at the end so lemme know if y'all want another part where the reader gets to do the diddly doo with you know who 👀 anyway that's all from me! enjoy!

read part one here!

read part three here!

word count: 2.1k

requests are open!

“What happened next?”

“He couldn’t stop kissing me.” You mused, reminiscing on that glorious night you had with your favourite Zoldyck. 

It had been a couple of days since then and you only now had the chance to spill all the juicy details with your partner in crime and gossip.

“No wonder you were smiling like that.” Hisoka had been thoroughly entertained by the whole ordeal, finding you trying to get Illumi to have emotions wholly amusing.  “I couldn’t get any information out of him when he came out of your room.”

“I’m not sure how much of it he remembers.”

“Oh he remembers, he would’ve said so otherwise.”

“Would he? What if he’s embarrassed?”

“It’s not in his nature.”

“Yeah but trying to squash his feelings is.” You were both all too familiar with how the robot you called a friend dealt with his inner turmoil.

“True.”

The conversation naturally died out, your thoughts too focused on your hopeless crush. Maybe you really should move on and find someone who could actually give you a positive response to your attention.

Hisoka didn’t seem to want to give up however. He turned to face you, the embers of a plan flickering to life in his wicked eyes. “What if we take it a step further?”

“How so?”

“Jealousy is a powerful emotion to play with.” His eyes flashed with mischief. “Which is only amplified when drunk. Surely even the most heartless of us can be affected.”

You couldn’t help but grin once you caught his drift. “That is an interesting idea. Jealous how?”

“Hmm.” Hisoka looked up, putting his devious brain to good use.

“We could kiss in front of him.” You threw the idea out there, what had you to lose?

“Do you mean to kill him?” Hisoka laughed. “Surely that would be too much for him to handle if he does have an interest in you.”

“But if it works?”

The magician tapped his chin. “Then yes, it would be a very powerful weapon to use.”

“I think it’s worth a shot.” You turned to your diabolical friend and he met your eyes in a sidelong glance. “So how are we going to do this?”

Three plans, a couple of shots and a script later and both you and Hisoka had devised a masterful way of seeing whether Illumi had feelings for you once and for all. 

Plan A was already in motion by the time you had finished plotting. Step one was to get Illumi to agree for a night out at the local bar. It wasn’t too difficult to get him on board. He replied to your invitation with a simple, “Ok.” and that was the end of that.

Then it came to the night itself. You arrived at the same time as Hisoka, making sure that when Illumi arrived the idea of you two together would be in his mind for the rest of the evening. 

“It’s time.” You whispered in Hisoka’s ear just as Illumi walked through the front door, trying to make it look as suggestive as possible.

The magician simply laughed, sauntering off to the bar to put the plan in motion. All you had to do now was sit back and put your faith in Hisoka’s very capable hands.

You had found a booth in a quiet part of the bar and settled in, wondering if this plan would go as smoothly as you had hoped. The most difficult part would be getting Illumi to drink the desired amount but you trusted Hisoka would get him there.

There was movement next to you and you turned to see Illumi sit next to you, staring at you with his fathomless eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for Hisoka, it’s drinks on him tonight.”

“Oh.”

Of course, you weren’t drinking. You had to make sure this night went in your favour and you would be damned if you risked another chance with Illumi.

“You’re smiling.” He observed, his light voice cutting through the silence. “Why?”

Thankfully for you, your smile could be read that you were just happy to be spending time with Hisoka rather than the fact that you were quite excited to meet drunk Illumi again.

“Is it illegal to smile?” You teased, knocking his shoulder with your own.

“No.” Ever the man of little words.

Just then, Hisoka returned with a couple of shots, whisky on the rocks for Illumi and what looked to be a neon red cocktail for the magician himself.

“Drink up.” You muttered, one finger under Illumi’s glass guiding it to his lips. You watched closely, perhaps like a predator would watch its prey in the wild, as your crush swallowed the amber liquid. 

You retracted your finger, satisfied that the plan was in motion while Hisoka almost choked on his drink from trying to suppress a laugh. Illumi noticed this too and cocked his head, confused at the magician’s reaction.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He waved his hand, feigning innocence. 

The assassin shrugged and finished his drink. It was nowhere near enough for him to feel a buzz, but you smiled regardless in anticipation.

Nine drinks later and the familiar red flush was creeping its way back onto Illumi’s face. He was definitely feeling some sort of a buzz now. Time to see if he was drunk enough to feel jealousy.

“I wonder if I’ll get lucky tonight?” You pretended to be absent minded, twirling a straw that had come with one of Hisoka’s many cocktails.

“Get lucky?” Illumi questioned, seeming the same as he usually did. Hisoka had gone to the bar to order more so now was your chance.

“Mhm, I wonder if Hisoka would be down to do something fun.”

“Fun how?”

“Oh, you know,” Your grin was positively wicked as you leaned closer to him, as if you were about to spill your darkest secrets. “Like sex.”

As fast as lightning, the boy next to you grabbed your wrist in that familiar way of his whenever the alcohol kicked in. 

“Why him?” His voice was unaffected but his hand never moved.

“Who else would be willing?” You asked innocently, meeting his gaze. “You know Hisoka likes to get frisky with anyone.”

He didn’t respond, you didn’t think he would anyway so it didn’t come as a surprise but it was still very apparent that he didn’t like the sound of your answer.

You stared at him incredulously. Was he actually jealous? The thought was so absurd you had to laugh. No, you shook your head, surely not. You knew that you had set out to make him so but never did you actually think that it would work. In all honesty, you didn’t think Illumi had the capacity to be jealous. That was too advanced in the feelings department for him.

Hisoka returned, grinning ear to ear, having seen the whole thing go down from the bar. “Round two.”

Illumi and Hisoka were fifteen drinks in each by the time anything promising happened. The Zoldyck assassin had seemingly returned to the state he was in that night and both you and Hisoka knew it was time to enact the final stages of the plan.

You promptly stood, attracting the attention of both of your companions.

“Wanna dance?” You offered your hand to Hisoka, blatantly ignoring the boy next to you. It crushed you a little to have to do this but you kept reminding yourself that it would be worth it if the results went in your favour.

The magician accepted with a grin and the two of you made your way to the centre of the room, leaving your crush behind. You didn’t dare spare a glance at him, as much as you wanted to. Hisoka however, was openly staring at Illumi, as if presenting a challenge.

“Is it working?” 

“Just about~” Hisoka sang and leaned in, lips inches away. “One more push should break him.”

Just as you were closing your eyes, there was an ear shattering crash from behind. Whipping your head around in the direction of the noise, your jaw almost hit the floor at what you saw. Illumi was standing upright, hand balled into a fist, and underneath was a table in smithereens. All noise in the bar had stopped, eyes focused solely on the drunk assassin. 

“Congratulations, we have successfully broken him.” Hisoka muttered, you could feel the curve of his lips against your ear.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t really comprehend what you were seeing, and you still couldn’t when the bartender started walking towards the cause of the commotion.

“Um sir, I think you’ve had too much to drink. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” It was quite foolish of the bartender really. For him to approach someone he just witnessed shatter a thick, wooden table with his bare hand. You couldn’t feel too bad for him when Illumi reached out and crushed the man’s neck. You could’ve done without the screaming that followed though.

“Time to go.” You watched the body of the bartender crumple to the floor as you sprinted to Illumi, not wanting to push his unpredictability any further. As you approached, his eyes locked onto you and he reached out again, only instead of meeting the same fate as the bartender, he grabbed your wrist instead.

Was he jealous?

You couldn’t think too hard on the topic as people were screaming, rushing to get out. You were fairly sure you could hear sirens in the distance. Not that the police could do much against you three but you wanted to enjoy Illumi in this state more than you wanted a fight.

“C’mon sunshine, let’s go home.” You looped his arm over your shoulders and began to drag him to the exit. He didn’t put up a fight but that didn’t make it any easier.

“Hisoka, a little help here?” You grunted, forgetting how difficult it was to carry a drunken Illumi and being swiftly reminded at an alarming rate.

“No, no. You’re doing great.” Hisoka’s voice came from behind, clearly amused at your struggling. “You don’t need my assistance.”

“Thanks so much.”

Somehow, you successfully managed to get Illumi out of the building and to your apartment block with little issues. Your body ached with the weight but that was about all you had as far as problems went.

“And this is where I leave you.” The red head announced, bowing with dramatic flair. “My work here is done for the evening.”

Ever grateful to the best wingman, you gave him an appreciative nod. “Whatever would I do without you?”

With that, Hisoka took his leave knowing that you would update him of any and all developments later. Pulling Illumi inside, you were grateful that you decided to live in a place with elevators so getting the useless body to your apartment proved little to no issue.

The door swung closed behind you and suddenly it was just the two of you. Almost as if a switch had been flipped, the second you were alone, Illumi attacked you with as much passion as his lithe, emotionless body could manage. Illumi when intoxicated could never seem to keep his emotions in check. It was quite entertaining to watch him go from an expressionless assassin to a car crash of desperation. You loved every second of it.

It was a struggle to keep up with his feverish kissing, not that you were complaining in the slightest. This was exactly what you wanted.

The first time Illumi was drunk, he didn’t speak unless spoken to. So it shocked you when he pulled away, half lidded eyes boring into yours.

“Don’t ever do this with Hisoka.” 

Ah, so this was jealous drunk Illumi.

His eyes never left yours, as if waiting for your word that you wouldn’t. He was bold in the way he looked at you, long hair mussed and wild from your fingers, cheeks twinged red from the alcohol.

You smirked and leaned in, lips purposefully brushing his ear. “Only with you then, if that is what you want.”

Illumi leaned back in for a kiss but you put your finger to his lips, halting him immediately. “But I want you to do something for me in return.”

“What?”

The very final part of the plan. “Tell me you like me." “Why would I do that?”

“So I know you’re serious. Why would I waste my time on someone who didn’t like me too?” You knew this wasn’t true, you would always fool around with Illumi even if you thought he had absolutely no interest in you whatsoever. He didn’t know that however and you were using that fact to your utmost advantage.

He nodded, your words making sense to him even in his drunken state. You held your breath, waiting for his honest answer.

“I like you.” His voice was heartless, and there was very little emotion in his delivery but you knew Illumi always spoke the truth with you. You smiled at his confession, your plan a huge success. “So don’t ever do this with Hisoka or anyone else.” 

“Only you Illumi, only you.” You barely had time to finish your sentence before he was on you again.

Oh yeah, you could definitely get used to this. 

Promptly deciding that kissing wasn’t enough, you began to lead the assassin to your bedroom. However you managed to shoot Hisoka a quick text first. It only consisted of one word, but it was all he needed.

“Success.”

[jongseongsnudes]

three.

warning; a jealous heeseung 💀 1.2k.

masterlist.

“i can’t come over tonight, i made plans.”

“that’s okay hee,” you reassure him over the phone, “we can do something another time.”

to say you weren’t a little disappointed would’ve been a lie. in fact, you had been looking forward to tonight for a couple of days now, the thought of spending time with heeseung made you giddy over and over. 

ever since you two had become friends with benefits, heeseung had spent a lot of time at your apartment, of course for the benefits part of it. but it was always unplanned, always last minute or out of the blue. but tonight was planned. you had told him you craved of pasta one night after sex and he suggested that he’d cook it for you that weekend. today.

you didn’t want to see it more than it should’ve meant. two friends hanging out. friends, right? outside of sex, heeseung saw you as a friend... right?

but why did he go and make plans even though you and him had plans already?

“yeah. see you.”

and the line goes quiet, indicating that he had hung up. you sigh at the way he suddenly sounded so distant, a stark contrast from when he’d hold you in bed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while leaving trails of soft kisses along your skin.

that seemed like a whole different lee heeseung compared to this cold one.

*ring ring ring*

“eunji?” you pick up your ringing phone to the sound of your friend cheerfully screaming your name on the other end, “please don’t tell me you’re drunk already eunji. it’s only 7pm.”

“excuse me. i am not drunk...” she burps, completely contradicting herself, “but... can you come here to pick me up... i’m kinda tipsy.”

and before you knew it, you found yourself walking through the crowded hallway of a very popular bar about 20 minutes away from your apartment. of course you didn’t want to go but the thought of your best friend being drunk and potentially getting taken advantage of had you right out your front door.

“i’m not drunk,” your friend giggles once you find her along with two guys at the bar, “i just wanted you to come out. you’re always cooped up in that apartment of yours bestie, have some fun.”

imagine if she knew you were sleeping with the campus’ hottest boy...

you shrug and decide to stay, since you were here now anyway. eunji immediately introduces you to one of the guys she was with. yeonjun was his name, a rather handsome boy that was one year older and also attended your uni.

at first you felt a little shy in front of the handsome boy but his easy going personality and million dollar smile had you at ease in no time. to your surprise, the boy kept his entire attention on you for most of the night instead of the many, many beautiful girls that kept approaching him throughout.

you somehow end up on the dance floor with him, the two of you swaying around, having fun with not much thought. you were usually so awkward, never one to be dancing so freely with a stranger but the three alcoholic drinks you had earlier must’ve had its effect on you.

“you’re so pretty,” yeonjun screams out in an attempt to be heard over the music, making you giggle. he then leans in right towards your ear, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you against him and away from dancing strangers. “i’m glad eunji introduced us tonight.”

you were thankful for how dark the club was because knowing you, your cheeks would’ve been as bright as a tomato by now. just as you turn your head away out of embarrassment to his words, your eyes spot a rather familiar face in the crowd.

lee heeseung. and two scantily dressed female friends. the people he ditched you for.

at first you thought maybe you were seeing things until his eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze for several long moments. he then glances over to the tall boy before you, eyes staring daggers into yeonjun’s face before going back to you. unsure of how to react, you pull him back towards the bar where eunji and her date were long gone.

“hey i need to use the bathroom, are you okay to stay here?” yeonjun asks and you quickly nod, “okay. i’ll be quick.”

as you wait at the bar for the man, you can’t help but think of heeseung and his friends. you wanted to say you weren’t the tiniest bothered by it... but you were. 

“what are you doing here?” a deep voice echoed into your ear as you felt an arm go around your waist rather roughly, pulling you into their body with much force. the person’s familiar scent and cologne immediately puts you at ease because you knew exactly who it was. 

“heeseung...”

“why are you here with choi yeonjun?” he asks with rather distaste in his tone, his arms squeezing more at your waist, “how do you know him?”

“he’s my friend’s friend... i only met him tonight. heeseung-”

“so you don’t know him. good. lets go.”

the frustrated, handsome man doesn’t even wait for your response before he takes hold of your wrist and pulls you towards the exit. 

the sudden gush of strong wind was an instant reminder that you had left your coat inside the club. unfortunately, the thin material of your dress was in no way warm enough for this cold, winter night. but what could you do now, especially with such an irritated heeseung leading you straight for his parked car on the side of the curb.

once letting you into the passenger side, heeseung also joins you in the driver’s seat, his face still unpleasant but you’re really unsure why at this point. did you do something wrong?

finally noticing that you were shaking in your seat, heeseung slides off his coat and places it over you, almost covering your entire body.

“i thought you didn’t have plans tonight? what are you doing at the club?” he suddenly asks you after all the silence.

“i only stopped by to help eunji because she said she was drunk... but... why do you seem so angry hee?”

“i’m not angry,” although his tone is much calmer than before, it was still obvious from his dark expression that he was unhappy about something that you just couldn’t pin point. this was a heeseung you were definitely not used to. 

“okay... i can get home myself from here if you’re... you’re busy with your friends.”

with such a lack of response from him, you ultimately decide it was best to leave on your own accord. just as you reach out to open the door, a hand suddenly clasps around your wrist, stopping you.

the sudden silence that fills the car makes you slightly nervous for some reason, especially when the handsome man was now staring directly at you. his mouth is slightly agape, lustful eyes similar to the ones he’d look down at you with in bed... when he’s holding you, kissing you.

“no, lets go home together.”

end.  

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[eneablack]

im what, two days early for ur weekly motivation? who gives a shit i’m doing this bc it makes me happy and i know it makes u happy (THE ENERGY OF UR POSTS LITERALLT IS SO POSITIVE IT MAKES ME WANNA DO A FLIP)

BUT I LOVE U SM!! YOURE SUCH A COOL UNIVERSE TRAVELLER AND I HOPE I CAN MEET U ONE DAY IN PERSON!!!

i wanna personally invite u to a rlly cool wr i have planned (that i haven’t shifted to yet but i will soon LMFAO) AND LIKE GO THERE WHENEVER BC IT IS RLLT COOL!! it’s called the star and i rlly need to make a blog on it but 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ when i decide to it happens lmfao BUR I LOCE UR BLOG I LOVE UR CONTENT I LOCE UR LITTLE STORIES AND I LOVE U

thank u for keeping me and so many other people motivated to shift, and showing that shifting isn’t always something insane — there are things that ground us and keep us feeling like normal, ig is how i would describe it

what i mean is when u tell us abt ur shifting life u make it seem soooo casual, like going on a walk, and that makes it so much more like — real i guess?? like it makes shifting feel like sunscreen (wow weird analogy)

i rlly hope we can stay in contact in so many realities bc it would b so so so so so sooooo fun and ur personality and energy is js AMAZING!! i truly wish and hope the best for you, and it is clear the universe has its eye on you. there are always so many positive energies and spirits surrounding you, and i can feel it rn.

you are protected more than you think, and you’re going down the right path. “don’t be surprised if everything js starts making sense” is what i just heard, and they won’t elaborate so thanks spirit 😭💀💀

ANYWAYS I LOVE U LEMME STOP RAMBLING AND SAVE SOME SHIT FOR NEXT WEEK‼️‼️

no but like receiving these levels of affection is doing something to me.. just know the feelings are reciprocated, even though i might seem too stiff.

you should definitely tell me more about that wr you’re talking about, no if or no buts, i already said that i love waiting rooms, and if i’m invited too.. hell yeah. so please let’s meet there, alright?

i’m so glad my blog is useful in giving you and other people motivation, and i’m happy it is giving the thought that it feels normal, because it is. i don’t know for how much longer i will post on this account, but i hope it will last long together with the people i know here (i don’t have anyone close but i love my mutuals), because not just for you but it gives motivation to myself as well, to remember that i can do anything. and so can you, of course.

i wasn’t prepared for you saying that the universe has its eye on me and that i’m more protected than i think. it’s truly reassuring because lately i’ve been struggling with paranoia (i won’t talk in deep here because its another topic) and i feel like i’m unconsciously attracting bad energies/entities because of my nonsense fears and anxieties. so thank you so much really, i mean it, i’m actually already feeling better.

anyway, i joke and stuff but i really do appreciate all the kind words you always say to me. i don’t have many friends (and the few i have are only online like you) so it means a lot to me to talk and know someone with this kind of positive energy.

[noctilucous-sunni]

29. ❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜

RIP bc smth weird happened with tumblr and the ask disappeared when i answered it but then put it in my drafts. here is a screenshot of the ask. anyways sorry it took so long anon, things have been crazy around here!! lmao i hope that the characterization is alright 💀💀 and i hope you like it!!

100 f. event masterlist

overall masterlist

cw: suggestive themes, light possessiveness, sagau, (not proofread🫠)

You scowl, glaring at the Yashiro Commissioner.

“I’m going and you can’t stop me.”

“I wasn’t planning to. I’m simply concerned for your safety.”

Ayato flips through some paperwork on his desk, before looking up at you sitting on said desk. Nobody would ever dare do something rather disrespectful, but being the All-Creator had its perks. Including that the head of the Kamisato Clan would do anything and everything for you. Yet Ayato was so smug about the fact that out of all your acolytes, he was exclusively given your attention and affections. You’re utterly fond of the entire Kamisato household, he just so happens to be your personal favourite.

Jealousy seems to just spill out of nearly every other clan within Inazuma and even its own Archon looks upon the Kamisato Clan with such envy. (And you don’t even want to get started on the other nations)

Ayato is the one who calms you down after a sudden explosion of provoked rage, who wipes your tears and strokes your hair after a particularly jarring flashback. As long as the Yashiro Commissioner is around, you’re able to be vulnerable enough to fall into an easy sleep, often peacefully dozing on his lap. As long as the Yashiro Commissioner is around, you feel safe and completely at ease.

Your features soften, looking more like the gentle and graceful god of Teyvat you’re said to be.

Ayato stands up and walks over to you, leaning in close to move a strand of hair from your face. You sigh and close your eyes, pressing your head into the crook of his neck.

“I should go. I have to go.” You mumble resignedly into his clothing.

“Stay.” He holds your jaw gently, lifting your head and locking onto your gaze. You pout, enjoying the warmth of his hands.

“It could be dangerous.” He adds on, caressing your cheek.

You scoff at that. “The entirety of Teyvat bows before me. I’ll be fine.”

Ayato sighs. He just wants you all to himself for a little longer. You chuckle, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“This is what you get for not coming home, pretty boy.” You tease, playing with his hair, as he marvels at the fact that you, his beloved god, was here in the flesh.

A punishment?

He thought those in Mondstat certainly deserved one for what they had done to you. For being so blinded in worship they didn’t even recognize their real god.

“My sincere apologies, darling, but it seems like you came home to me instead.” Ayato hums, placing a quick kiss on your lips, relishing in seeing a pink blush bloom across your face.

You slap him on the shoulder lightly. Hearing the mischievous lilt in his voice, you knew he was up to something. Before you even try to speak, his hands drop down to your waist. Pulling you across the desk, to get even closer to you, so that your bodies are pressed together, he smirks.

If your heart rate hadn’t spiked already before, now you were sure it was going crazy.

Ayato starts to place yet another kiss, and then more and more up your jaw, pausing shortly between his words. “I don’t see the urgency in going to Mondstat, sweetheart.” He kisses back down your jaw now, silencing a whimper from your lips as kisses them once more.

“Ayato… There’s around hundreds of letters requesting my return. Some sort of apology… Poor Thoma had to deal with lots of them simply piling up and even resorted to burning some because there were just too many.” You finally speak, your voice breathless and a little shaky.

“I don’t… trust them. They’re dangerous. And what about treasure hoarders?”

They’re dangerous.

You stiffen, and Ayato notices that the ever so bright stars within your eyes have turned dark. He can see a storm brewing, dark clouds and wind blowing harshly with flashes of red electricity in its midst. Any other acolyte would tremble in terror, but Ayato has seen it before and he absolutely admires its beauty, your beauty.

“They’re dangerous?” You repeat, and the wind outside starts to whistle. The storm outside starts to resemble the storm inside of Teyvat’s own god. Lightning strikes loudly outside the estate.

“Well unfortunately, so am I.” You finish, but the more Ayato lays down soft kisses down your jaw, down your neck, the more he hums and utters sweet nothings across your skin, warm breath fanning over your face as he holds your waist tightly, the storm starts to recede and diminish until it goes back to way that it always was. Gone was the red lightning, as it turned back into its natural colour.

The Yashiro Commissioner smiles, a light hearted chuckle escaping him. “I know you are.”

You sigh as you feel his lips on your neck, closing your eyes in pleasure as he starts nibbling and leaving bites all over. Ayato knew that when you went to Monstadt (with him, preferably) they would all see that he was yours, and that you wanted him only, just like how he wanted you all to himself, for eternity.

[semperreformanda]

life update

last june my boss let me go for “not being a good fit”

it didn’t take me long to put two and two together and realize that the big reason was because of my pregnancy. and the biggest support to this theory was he talked negatively about a coworker (who was in the company for 6+ years) who got pregnant, saying stuff like “I don’t want her back … I already know how it goes when employees get pregnant, they’ll start calling out … I don’t want to deal with that” he would say all that stuff to me and others behind her back so I knew I was only gonna stick around to save some $$$ and use the insurance as much as I could

(oh and she was forced to resign bc they literally did not want her there anymore 🙃)

but when it finally happened it drove me in anxiety and anger because I had relied on the insurance especially bc I AM PREGNANT

yes it is illegal yes I should have reported it but I had no energy to do anything

but God reminded me through it all that He provides and He does! and so silly of me to think He could provide for my greatest need (my salvation through Christ) but not provide for our little earthly needs

another reason I was annoyed was I was already planning to quit but they beat me to it 😂 but that was honestly the worst company I’ve ever worked for. I could not deal with the constant disrespect and the yelling and the cussing and their questionable ethics

they stole an engineer’s professional seal and stamp it on their projects WITHOUT HIS APPROVAL meaning all projects are “approved” 🥴 this was the last straw for me bc imagine all the hazards

anyways… that was almost 3 months ago and I honestly feel so relieved to not be working there anymore. I spent too many times feeling so incredibly stressed out and then even more stressed out that I may be hurting the baby from it

speaking of… I am already 27 weeks pregnant today 😭 I remember when I first saw that faint line and thought I was hallucinating things. we tried for months only with a stark white test every month, so seeing a shadow of a line sent chills down my spine. and 27 weeks later my little bubba has gotten so big and active 😭 I love him so much

like it’s so crazy how he’s so close to me but also so far it’s like a long distance relationship 🥴💀

also learned a lot about gestational diabetes bc my hypochondriac brain was convinced I HAD IT

apparently it’s not due to your diet and you can’t even cause it. shocking how this is not widespread knowledge, because so many moms feel guilty for failing their baby when they’re diagnosed but in reality it is mostly your placenta being a jerk 😭

so for the past few days when I got the call that I failed my 1 hour I acted like I had gestational diabetes 😭 became very picky with what I ate, which is hard bc my culture loves rice 😭 and I took 10 min walks after meals

all I could think about was my blood sugars spiking and how I needed to bring it down 💀

also I had to fast for at least 8 hours before I could do my 3 hour glucose test which was honestly so hard bc if you’ve been pregnant you know the pregnancy hunger pangs!!! I cried after my test because I was anxious about having GD and also I felt so bad for my baby 😭😭 like I starved him 😂 even though I know he’s fine in there because placenta n all dat

anyways I just wanted to let you guys in on that bc why not and also I’m bored and drinking chai while my husband works besides me 🙂🤠

[randoms-fandoms]

Hello can I request a Marcy x Shy depressed male reader who is a great singer and is scared of singing in public but Marcy encourages them to sing in the battle of the bands

I first saw this in the early morning when I woke up to check my notifs but thought all day that I dreamed it 💀 anyway im glad this is a real request because it’s such a cute idea!

Warnings: the reader talks negatively about themself :(

Relationships: established Marcy x (male) reader

This is a bad idea, you thought nervously, pacing back and forth backstage. You had agreed to plan your own act so hastily, wanting to help Marcy and Anne ease the tension when Sasha broke off to start her own group with Toady, but now you were regretting it. Everyone is going to see me!

You were taken by surprise when Marcy ran up beside you and engulfed you in a hug. “Hey! You look great in your costume!” She said, holding you at arms length to appreciate it. “Super cute,” she added with a big smile.

You blushed, looking down at yourself. “Really? It’s so… colorful.” You wore a pair of comfortable yellow and pink striped pants, a pale yellow dress shirt, and a hand-sewn fluffy yellow and pink cape— the outfit was modeled after the rosy maple moths in the area.

You personally thought the outfit was too flashy. So many people you didn’t know had complimented it already, it was making you anxious.

“Of course you do!” Marcy said before breaking into giggles. “Look, I got some glitter on you,” she said, still laughing. She brushed her hand across the shoulder of your furry cape, and showed you how some green glitter from her costume had come off on you.

You smiled. “I like it, now we match.”

Marcy grinned wide, and pulled you into another hug. “Thank you so much for doing this; having you perform will definitely chill everyone out!”

You immediately felt your chest tighten, and your face dropped into a frown. “Um… Marcy?” You said, struggling around the lump in your throat. You patted her on the back and she pulled away from you, concern written on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Marcy held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Nothing,” you replied automatically. Pretending to be okay was a bad habit of yours. “I mean— I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You said. Your face felt numb from panic. You sat down on a nearby log, pulling Marcy with you.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.” Marcy said. “I love you.”

You nodded, feeling a little better. Marcy loves me. She knew that you were often in doubt of that, and always knew when she needed to remind you.

“I’m scared.” You admitted, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I don’t want to go on stage.” Just imagining it made you feel sick. “I can’t do it.”

Marcy leaned into your side, providing a comforting weight to ground you, and nodded. “It’s okay to be nervous. Stage fright is totally normal!” She said adjusting her grip on your hand.

“But I don’t want to let you down,” you explained, still staring at the muddy ground.

“You could never disappoint me, even if you tried.” She said firmly. “But anyway, if you really want me to talk you into it…” she stood up and stood in front of you.

You paused a moment and then nodded, looking up at her.

Marcy smiled. “You’re the bravest guy I know. We’ve been in Amphibia for months and you’ve been by my side the whole time!“

“Yeah, I guess—“ you recalled your time in Amphibia, living with Marcy in Newtopia, going on adventures with your whole group of friends.

“But not just that! You’re talented. I know you love to sing, and I know you’ll have a great time if you get up there and do your song.”

You glanced over at the crowd of frogs waiting for your opening act. It’s just for fun. No one will care if I mess up.

“Plus, I’ll be here to cheer you on!” Marcy said, throwing her arms in the air. “Even if it’s a tough crowd, they’ll definitely get into it when I start cheering.” She said with a small laugh. “So, how about it?”

You stood up and took a deep breath. “…I’m gonna do it.”

“Yes! Now let’s get you up there!” Marcy took your hand and pulled you up behind stage. “Ah, I’m so excited, I love hearing you sing!”

You could hear the frogs murmuring behind the curtain, the buzz of gnats and flies all around the swamp, your deafening heartbeat… the night was so quiet, you could hear everything.

Marcy paused a moment, a look of indecision crossing her face. Before you could ask her about it, she leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss. “Just for luck,” she said shyly, blushing. “Not that you need it. You’ll knock ‘em dead!” She rambled, laughing awkwardly before running off stage to pull the curtain up.

You turned to the crowd as the curtain raised, and the music you chose turned on. Heart beating fast, face heated from the kiss, your mind was empty of the negativity that had been so constant the past few years.

Opening your mouth to sing, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Oh, this is it… you had forgotten how good it felt to indulge in something you loved.

You spotted Marcy at the edge of the crowd, standing next to Anne, both of them cheering along with the excitable frogs.

As you sang through each verse and chorus, you felt your smile grow wider, watching everyone in the crowd dance and cheer.

All too soon, it was over, and Anne and Marcy were making their way up to the stage for their song.

You only had a moment with Marcy before she had to sit down at her drum set, but it was enough.

“You were spectacular! Just like I knew you would be,” she nearly jumped into your arms.

You laughed shakily, feeling jittery from leftover nervous energy. “Thanks,”

As you snuck into the crowd to watch Marcy and Anne’s performance, you felt happier than you had in a long time.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed <3 sorry it took so long! I’ve been on vacation