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[kingmaker-a]

Troublemaker | Kim Jungeun

Hogwarts AU

Related: Ecdysis, You're a Keeper

Slytherin Prefect Reader x Gryffindor Troublemaker Kim Lip

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers(?), Reader is a stickler for the rules, Jungeun is usually up to something, references to other fics

Premise: Jungeun has been a pain in your side ever since you became a prefect. You've lost count of how much time you've lost holding her through detention. However, as the year slowly draws to a close, one routine patrol has you questioning why she causes trouble.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I was originally supposed to get this out on her birthday but life ended up happening, so happy valentines instead!

It’s hard to find the truth through tasseled moonlight, wooden oak creaks under every footfall. 

You know what you see. 

Sunset orange fades to luscious black waves, it clicks like a puzzle piece, a reminder of her haunt, the boathouse afloat Black Lake. 

So why was she here? 

Wind howls through every nook and cranny of the astronomy tower, creeping through the gaps in your cloak. 

Still, she's unceasing in the biting, uncaring cold, much like the orrery that calls the tower home. 

Much like you. 

“Tch,” your tongue clicks at the roof of your mouth, frustration boils below the surface as you roll your neck. 

She doesn't shift, doesn't budge an inch in the face of your restrained frustration. 

A subtle kindness given your history. 

Your thumb runs over the cold metal of your badge. Too many detentions to count. 

At least half of them could've been avoided, if she didn’t look so smug, beaming with an almost arrogant pride. 

Like she wanted to be caught. 

Yet, there’s none of that, here in this moment. 

“Kim,” you beckon, foot bouncing. At least you didn’t have to deal with her much longer. 

Her head slinks between her shoulders, leaning deeper against the railing. 

You roll your eyes, why your safe haven of all places?

She sighs and you hate the way it tugs, pulls you closer. If she hears your approach, she makes no acknowledgement, her eyes linger on the courtyard far below. 

Your ears prickle against the sound of metal against metal, slight and faint. Your eyes remain focused, diligent, plucking out the distant paired silhouettes, one Gryffindor, one Slytherin. 

She scoffs when you take your spot next to her, elbows resting against the railing. You can't help the scowl that burns across your lips as you lean forward, too preoccupied with your prefect duties. 

It’s a brief glance at her that paints the picture, melancholic and lost. 

Your eyes trace back over the figures, you can practically feel the pulse of animosity and conflict, it burns in the Slytherin’s veins. 

Hyeju and Keeper. 

“You know if it bothers you so much, they are breaking curfew.” It’s unlike you to offer a kindle of warmth, unlike you at least, when it comes to her. 

That's why you're not surprised when she laughs, unable to reel it in as she keels against the railing. 

Her hair ripples with sunlight for the briefest moments, her laughter waters her eyes as her fingers stem the flow. 

“You know,” her words are like the first bite into decadent chocolate. “No one would believe me if I told them you were funny.” 

There’s a wistfulness to her smile as her eyes languish back to the courtyard, it’s frail, drought with something unspoken. There’s a slight gleam to her eyes as she settles, tentatively, on you. 

“It’s fine, really.” She falters underneath your serious gaze, choosing to focus on the night sky. You catch the slightest glint of something metallic in her hand, red and gold. It catches against the moonlight before she finally palms it. “If anything it’s my fault.”

Her eyes crinkle as she offers another smile, another attempt in reassurance. 

This wasn’t your dynamic, it’s always been an accustomed silence in detention. Aside from the brief arguments she paints in her defense, it’s never been more than that.

Yet, something shifts, under the shade of her melancholy. Perhaps, the night brings with it, its own sort of magic.

You take a deep breath, eyes cast asunder through the dark crevices of the night. 

“What’s on your mind Kim?”

The wind howls in those few silent, fraught seconds. You miss the luster of moonlight that flashes through her hair.

She scoffs, reality crashes against her in a gigantic wave. It’s an odd comfort to have you of all people check up on her. You don’t notice the way her eyes linger on you with a shaky edge.

Her eyes trail yours, gliding against speckled fairy dust. 

Her breath grows shaky, wheezing with a poor attempt at a laugh. 

“A lot.”

Her words weigh heavy with the black that mars her hair. She almost sinks lower under your gaze.

Orange has always been one of your favorite colors, even in spite of Jungeun’s insipid antics. 

Somehow, part of you misses the flare of orange. Even if it often spelt the loss of your own free time.

Metal grinds against the railing, a nervous twitch. 

“Run me through it, Jungeun.” It’s not often that your voice is painted with a soft velvet, even more so in her company. 

You can’t help but arch an eyebrow as she whines, shrinking against the railing. Her hair runs adrift with waves of moonlight.

It’s hard to pick out, against the moonlight. But part of you swears there’s the slightest hint of rosy pink.

She steadies herself, tugged ashore by a deep breath as her hair returns to a deep obsidian black. 

You two have never been particularly close.

But there’s something held in the cloisters of the astronomy tower, that almost makes it feel otherwise.

“Do you like Keeper?” 

Her eyebrows scrunch, pulled together at the ends by a rough indignance. It slowly softens, lingering like a fading wave.

Her voice is small, soft like flakes of snow. 

“No.” 

Her lips scrunch, almost wincing as she says it. 

“Not romantically at least…”

There’s something that catches on her breath as she looks at you, forlorn and lost. Her eyes shimmer like glass as her lips quiver.

It’s odd to see her offer a smile to you of all people, caught in the dust of those frail, heart aching moments.

It falters and slips, crashing against the ground like a glass of wine. 

For the first time you’re hesitant.

If she was any of your other peers, you’d pull her close like a held breath.

Perhaps it is the house of the lion that holds her strong as she offers a weak laugh. Her teeth flare into an almost ironic smile.

“I said, I’d always have their back.” Her grip tightens against the railing, knuckles twisting into a bone white. “...and I didn’t-”

You can’t help the smile that burns across your lips, settling into a soft smirk.

“You told Yoongi about the tea shop.”

It’s hard to ignore the enjoyment you feel as she deflates, eyes pointed like a dagger.

“You know you’re ruining the fun.”

“Isn’t that my job?”

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed knowing groan. In spite of it all, her lips curve into a soft, curious smile.

She offers you her hand, the moment is soft and almost poignant. 

If not for the object held in her palm.

It glimmers softly in the moonlight.

A Gryffindor prefect badge.

“It might be my job soon,” her hair brims with the slightest hint of life, the darkest shade of orange you can imagine.

The details aren’t lost on you, as irrelevant as they might be. The badge in its own way, being a weird, twisted sort of inheritance, set forth by Kim ‘Sua’ Bora.

She had always been brash and confident almost arrogantly so, but you never expected her to end up bedridden in St. Mungo’s.

There is something to be said about lions not being ravens.

“You don’t sound too enthused,” your voice clings to the eves, between the sparkle held between distant stars.

Her smile falters, scraped off like flaking paint. “I-... yeah.”

The orrery ticks away, unceasing in its ministrations. You can taste the cold edge of the night air, it creeps in, snuffing the flame of any words that burn at your throat.

She turns to you, eyes soft like sugar glass. 

“...You really don’t have anything to say huh?” It’s hard to notice that which goes unsaid in her voice, it’s a spattering of paints, messy and troublesome. It tastes of melancholy, yet it burns with the poison of something else entirely.

She laughs with an almost throaty derision, the punchline to an unspoken joke.

“You really don’t care huh?” She scoffs, her voice echoing with wounds and scars, her hair burns an almost violent shade of orange. “I’ve been a pain in your ass since you became a prefect.”

Her teeth grit together like sandstone and gravel. It’s hard to ignore the way her eyebrows twitch and tense as it all slowly fades under a shaky breath.

So too does the orange, fading into the familiar shade of sunset orange, that you’d come to know. 

The exact same shade that was your favorite.

She laughs weakly, as if it should be obvious. 

But you don’t see the joke.

“...Fuck,” she wheezes, there’s a dreary fatigue that clings to every syllable. “I know we’re not close, but nothing? Not even a hint of annoyance? Frustration at whoever was stupid enough to sign off on this mess?”

She was right… That is a lot.

Her hand presses into her face, fingers eventually settling on the bridge of her nose. Her breathing, seethes, boiling with a frothing edge.

There’s something that lingers on the tip of her tongue, a snake ready to pounce, violent and eager.

“Are you done Jungeun?” 

Despite all that brims below the surface, she pulls back, lips settling into the slightest scowl. Her eyes burn with a defiant heat, even if nothing else leaves her lips.

She’s ready to jump at any mistake or sign of weakness. Sadly for her, there will be no such moment.

“Who,” It’s felt in your tone, rigid and cold like the harshest winter. You push forward prodding with an annoyed arch of a brow.

“Do you think Headmistress Kwon,” each word pushes her back as her feet stumble desperately to keep pace. The blood of the snake salivates at the surprise that echoes in her eyes. “Went to first?”

Her back catches against ancient stone, her hands holding her steady. 

… She’s beautiful, painted lovingly by the moonlight. It’s hard not to smile, it really is. 

She gulps nervously as she looks up at you, the fire of trouble and rebellion snuffed under your gaze. 

You place a hand just shy of her face, the ancient stone of Hogwarts is cool to the touch. 

She twitches anxiously, gaze turning away from you, cast out towards the pale moonlight. 

She's a far cry from the girl who stood before you mere moments before, even further still from the troublemaker you had come to know. 

A memory sticks out to you, a question from Minji on the eve of your fifth year. It’s odd the way you can trace the anxiety, inch by inch. 

“What's your favorite color?”

It’s hard to miss the way she squirms under your prolonged gaze, much like she did back then. 

You smile, fingers trailing through the strands that frame her face. She can't help the way she nuzzles into your touch, her lips curving into the smallest smile. 

Your thumb caresses her cheek, tugging ever so softly,“you really are trouble, you know?”

Her smile deepens as she loses herself in your eyes. Her hand clasps over yours pulling your touch deeper. 

“You finally noticed huh?” her voice reduced to a soft velveteen. Part of you still hates the cocky, coy smile that blooms across her lips. 

But you’re too focused on the fingers that linger against your chin, coaxing you forward with her half lidded eyes. 

She kisses you. 

Her lips ache with tentative softness, an anxious worry that you can taste in those chaste moments between two. 

A smile licks its way across her lips, eyes lingering with a rosy hue. 

“Only for you.”

[ryujenini]

Kinktober Day 31 (NSFW🔞)

PS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

Kim Lip x AFAB!Reader- Be A Good Girl And Take It

"you are so fucking sexy, baby" Kim Lip said coming up behind you in the changing room, you were trying on some lingerie sets for her since she was treating you for your anniversary

Her words making you blush before you turned to kiss her, maybe in hindsight this was a bad idea because 5 minutes later she had you naked, legs spread out in front off her, her head between your legs, eating you out on the changing room bench , she was knelt on the floor devouring your pussy, eyes never leaving yours, the eye contact making the whole situation even hotter

Just then Kim Lip stood up, pulling you up with her and turning you around before whispering in your ear "I want you to watch me fuck you in the mirror" you just nodded as she started biting your neck before her hand made its way to you throat while her other one spanked you and then she made her way to your hole instantly entering 2 of her long fingers inside you

You tried not to moan but you couldn't help it so Kim Lip placed her hand that was previously around your neck to your mouth muffling the noises you were making while still thrusting her fingers into you before adding another one making you gasp at the feeling of her spreading you out

"Be a good girl a take it" Kim Lip said before speeding up her pace and thrusting into you harder, you could see yourself in the mirror and you looked like a hot mess, legs dripping with your juices, lips swollen from biting them too hard, hair all over the place and legs shaking as you came all over Kim Lip's hand, quickly bringing her hand to her mouth wanting to taste you "you taste so good babe" she said before she dropped to her knees again cleaning you up with her tongue, making sure to avoid your most sensitive spots

You left the shop with so many outfits and toys , you were sure this was going to be your most memorable anniversary so far and if Kim Lip's smirk was anything to go by you wouldn't have much time to recover

[gaypeople4itzy]

Rest bubble

with Loona’s Jinsoul

wordcount : about 0,7k

warnings : None :o pure fluffy fluff !!

Your eyes opened softly as you began recognizing where you were. Finals were coming next week and you had spent the last few days craming your brain with loads of information it struggled to remember. Absolutely stressed out, you had been barely talking to your desr girlfriend, who was growing worried of you. Being the understanding person she is, she waited for a little while before deciding you needed an official break

At your door yesterday evening, she had somehow managed to convince your parents to let you sleep over at her place, them too thought you needed to rest, at least for a night. So you left the house with barely anything, as Jinsoul happily carried your stuff she had packed previously, while you were too focused on studying to notice her roaming around the room

After walking and talking for a while, she suddenly stopped. Putting your stuff carefully on the ground, she turned to you and took you in her arms. Patting your back gently, she spoke

“I’ve been so worried about you, you know that my love ? I’ve missed you a lot”

You let out a small laugh, it was only a few days after all. You leaned in to kiss her, not before apologizing to her of course, letting her know that your mind had been wandering about her that wholeeeee time !!

Happily taking one of your hands in hers, she took your stuff with the other, and continued moving towards her apartment. Her parents had been out on vacation for about a week, so you two would have the place to yourselves that night !

Bringing you inside, she offered you dinner as you thanked her a thousand times, grateful to get to spend time off with her

It wasn’t very late when you began feeling tired, your eyes closing by themselves when you felt her reassuring arms around you. You were put to sleep in no time

Now you were laying down, the bed empty. You were wondering where Jinsoul had gone, though you felt like you needed to rest more. You barely had energy left as you had not has a proper night of sleep since the weekend

You fell asleep once more

Woken up by the smell of donuts, you were met with a platter of sweets and the beautiful face of your girlfriend, a wide smile all over her face. Still barely awake, you leaned in to kiss her, feeling at ease whenever her lips were on yours

Curious about how long you had slept, you asked her what time it was. You were a little surprise to realize it was already the afternoon, you had needed this nap more than anything

In an attempt to get out of the bed, you shifted to your side and put your feet on the ground. Though quickly enough, you were stopped by Jinsoul, insisting on having you spend a day in bed. There was no time to work, just time to take care of yourself today. And how were you supposed to say no to such an offer ?

Jumping back in bed, you let her take you in her embrace while she peppered kisses all over you. Feeling just so warm despite the cold outside, you decided to let yourself relax for a bit. Time went by fast as she fed you the breakfast she had prepared and played games with you, letting you win just to see your pretty smile (her words). The evening came by fast and you found yourself asking Jinsoul if you could stay just one more night, to which she responded

“If it were up to me, you would never be leaving this place again.. Of course you can stay my love !”

Resting in her arms as she ordered your favourite food and put on a movie you liked, tonight sounded like much more fun than technical studies

[heeberry]

Jo Haseul | lt’s Not Stealing If I Asked

Request: hi! can u do fluff 20 with twice mina? if u don't write for twice then loona haseul pls! tq!

Prompt: "Can I wear your sweater? It smells like you, I can't promise to give it back though."

Gender Neutral Reader!!

A/n: I don’t write for twice at the moment sorry 😭 so yay first haseul fic on this blog who else cheered

This kinda short btw

“Haseul~” you sung, skipping toward your shared room to find the singer flopped on the bed, “woah what happened to you?” You questioned. Your girlfriend rolled off her stomach and laid onto her back, “nothing just exhausted from busting a leg at practice today.” She nonchalantly replied, you simply let out a small giggle.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go outside on a date but crashing in bed works too” you smiled, jumping on top of her, “ow y/n a warning of you doing that would’ve been nice” she whined, wrapping her arms around your torso securely.

“Is a warning really necessary?” You asked causing a nod from the girl under you. You ran your fingers through her hair comfortably, “whatever, anyways wanna tell me what you did at practice that caused you to be dead on the bed?”

She sighed, “well we barely got a break the whole time we practiced then Jiwoo dragged us to the mall, I was gonna get you a bracelet only but because you and Yeojin have a strange addiction toward collecting stuffed animals she urged me to get the same one she was getting for you.”

You laughed sitting up, “it is not a strange addition! now what animal is it?”

“A frog, so you could not only think of Haseul unnie but me as well.” She mimicked Yeojin’s words from the mall several hours ago.

You looked skeins and saw a blue bag near the dresser that suddenly caught your eye, how did you not notice it?

Getting off of your girlfriend you picked the bag off the dresser and smiled at the frog, picking it off the bag along with the bracelet she had brought for you. “Aw babe this is cute, thank you” you blushed wrapping it around your wrist, “gonna wear it like my life depends on it.”

Haseul chuckled at your response, “you don’t have to wear it like that.”

You smiled, setting the frog near the collection of stuffed animals you had, not without noticing a sweatshirt sprawled out on the floor from your girlfriend coming back home an hour ago. “Haseul I’m surprised you threw your sweatshirt on the floor, usually your all about cleaning up after yourself.” You picked the sweatshirt off the floor.

“Must’ve been really tired huh?” You slipped the sweater through your wrists with a huge smile plastered on your face, looking at the mirror, “it’s cute.”

“It is, but it’s not yours” Haseul grinned, “you didn’t even ask if you could wear it.”

You hugged yourself, "well, can I wear your sweater? It smells like you, I can't promise to give it back though."

You watched Haseul fall back into the mattress, “there goes my next sweater.” “Hey!” You frowned, crashing onto the bed again, “your acting like I hold your sweaters hostage or something.”

“That’s because you do darling” she said caressing your cheek with her thumb lovingly, “you steal every sweater of mine that you see.”

“Someone else’s sweater is more comfortable than wearing your own, especially if it’s your girlfriends.” You protested.

“Plus it’s not stealing if I asked!”

Haseul laughed, “I never said yes though.”

[wonik1ss]

dating jinsoul hcs — ji.l

- since she doesn’t get to see you a lot because of idol life anytime she gets with you she treats like it needs to be the best time ever

- for example : it was a few weeks in to ptt promotions and Jinsoul had finally gotten a day of with you

- but instead of just eating some take out at her or your place she built a whole pillow fort in her dorm at bbc

- “ do you think it was to much ?”

- “ naw it was just enough soul “

- constantly just staring at you

- and if you ask her why she’ll either say

- “ I just zoned out it’s nothing !! “ or something like you trapped her with your beauty

- always trying to make you laugh wether it’s in person or through text

- three words BIG ASS FLIRT

- any time your eyes stay a little to long on her face of figure she has to comment with

- “ my eyes are up here “ or “ i guess your really are in love with me “

- also likes to occasionally prank you time to time

- sometimes it’s harsh and sometimes it’s not

- but rest assured that if it is to harsh on you you’ll have a baby blue fish batting her eyes at you

- saying sorry over and over again

- back to the flirting

- LOVES to just randomly show her a fancam of her and watch you blush like crazy

- she also has to make little comments too like

- “ I did that move for you “ or “ that wink was for you and only you “

- not really possessive.. unless it’s with her members

- which is why anytime you come over she asks you to wear a hoodie so she can sneak you in or this will happen

- “ OMG Y/N WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN “. followed by 11 other girls dragging you around the dorm

- so in all Jinsoul is a big heart, goofy, girlfriend who would literally do anything for you <3

[loonamblr]

Sunsets and secrets

LOONA Kim Lip x reader

One girl, one secret, one phrase

author’s note: I would like to thank all of my followers and the blogs who liked my previous stories. also, credits to my friend who helped me in some parts and pushed me to write this story. I TRIED to shorten this but still ended up having 6k words...i’m sorry

Part Two here

warnings: angst??? mention of anxiety

A new academic year has begun means your school will select in senior-level to participate in an exchange program in Korea for 3 months. They held this event every year, and this time they picked you.

Sincerely, it doesn't surprise you that they choose you. You are the best student at your level and also a citizen of Korea. However, it was your first trip to Korea that wasn’t for vacation. You look forward to returning to that country to visit your relatives who live there and to experience studying there. Your mother frequently provided suggestions and lists of things she hoped you would do while you were there.

This certain school is somehow you know. It is your parent's and your other relatives' alma mater

You anticipated that it would be difficult for you to make friends, yet it appears that everyone is more kind than you expected.

Sooyoung, mostly known as Yves, was the first one you met on this campus. She was the one who was tasked with keeping you company during your first week of classes. Because of her aura, you initially assumed she had an attitude and was mean, but it turns out that she is really silly, compassionate, and one of the group's mood setters.

It was lunchtime when the two of you met in the teacher's room. She thought that it was a good time for you to meet her circle of friends. You also got to know Haseul, Vivi, Jungeun, and her girlfriend Jiwoo there. They gave you a very warm welcome that you weren't expecting when you joined their group.

You discovered at that time that you are all classmates. Every time you have a vacant, they always end up showing you about the campus; if not, you all gather in the garden where they sit and they enlighten you with stories, typically about other students and teachers. Being around them is a lot of fun and entertaining.

After a month and a half of your stay in Korea, your teacher announced the upcoming midterms which will happen exactly 2 weeks from now. The six of you decided to hang out in your apartment before everyone went busy.

Have I told you that, Haseul and Vivi are the leading students in your batch, thus they're also part of the student government council? They always study and prepare earlier for any exams influencing the other three.

You are in your kitchen preparing some kimchi fried rice when you felt someone approaching you.

You didn't have to turn your head to know who is it. By the smell of her perfume, it is for sure her.

"It's almost finished, Kim," you said to her.

"Well, I was about to ask.." her tone was surprised. She placed her right elbow on your left shoulder and slightly leaned on it.

Not expecting to become this close with her, to be completely honest. She seemed all snobby when you first met her, but she soon developed a talkative side that you weren't expecting. Additionally, since the other two pairs were couples, You two eventually ended up together.

You and Jungeun get along despite having different personal preferences for various aspects. When the two of you had to decide on particular issues, she decides the majority of the time. You weren't sure why you so carelessly let her make those choices. Maybe it's because you like watching her smile when she won arguments between the two of you. Or perhaps you're starting to like her and only thinking about making her happy.

It was not hard for you to confirm that you are slowly falling for her. You have been honest and patient with yourself in your entire life. You experience both enthusiasm and comfort at the same moment as you acknowledge your feelings for her. Still, many things remain to be discovered. So, you should take your time to completely learn and discover the unique pieces that build her up as a whole.

Jungeun hears you mumble, "Say ahh," as you place the spoon with the right portion of the fried rice in front of her mouth after gently blowing it.

She took a bite of the dish and nodded, "Delicious. I should let the others know so we can have the table cleared." You agreed to her and turned off the stove.

To Jungeun, these humble acts of kindness matter a lot. Since you two became friends, you have been taking care of her, which she cherishes. Her heart is so filled with gratefulness.

You take enough bowls and plates for everyone from the cabinet while you wait for assistance, then you place them on the kitchen counter.

While Jungeun was in the kitchen, someone secretly observed you mischievously. She keeps silent as she watches the two of you, preparing to tease you later.

Your apartment's living room quickly fell into silence, save for the occasional sound of the spoon striking the ceramic. You're all concentrating on eating the food. It was quiet until Haseul asked, "It's Saturday tomorrow. What are your plans?"

Yves and Jiwoo, the couple, said they have a date because it is their anniversary. While Vivi makes plans with her Chinese pals, Haseul would attend a family reunion. You simply gave them a shrug as a sign that you were uncertain. While Jungeun just said, "Probably napping. This week drained my energy,"

Yves cheekily said, "How about you and y/n go out tomorrow." She suggested, and her girlfriend grinned and said, "She's right! Have a date too." Sooyoung and Jiwoo turned to face each other and gave each other a high-five. In comparison to their date, they appear more enthusiastic about their suggestion.

"I agree with them, how about Jungeun tour her around the city", said Vivi.

These recommendations force your blood to start rushing to your face. Even so, you didn't have high expectations because she had previously stated that she only wanted to spend the day in bed.

"Why don't you just date each other? You'll make a cute couple together." Haseul said out of nowhere.

You think that every minute their suggestions are getting out of hand.

Jungeun muttered, "Seul." she is currently quite shy. Even though she made an effort to conceal it, her face is flushed.

"LOL, looks like our Lippie hasn't moved on yet..." Jiwoo playfully rolled her eyes to Jungeun, "Oops, sorry." she said regretting that she brought up that topic.

Oh? She was in a relationship?

you murmured to your mind.

In any case, Jungeun's love life hasn't been a topic in recent weeks. They might be avoiding it because it's a sensitive subject to them.

"It's not that easy, Jiwoo, you know," Jungeun said with a hushed tone.

All of a sudden, the room was silent. Nobody is willing to talk.

Vivi asked to lighten the mood, "Are you guys finished eating?" Everyone nods as everyone assists Vivi in cleaning the table.

After some time, when you all decided to play some games you had, your apartment was once more filled with yells and laughs. Jiwoo and Yves are responsible for the noise that is possibly audible outside.

//

You were awakened by your doorbell on Saturday morning. You checked the digital clock on your nightstand and saw it showed "11:15 am.".

While putting on your glasses and yawning, you headed to the door to check your morning's disturbance.

Opening your door, you immediately regret thinking of her as a disruption.

Jungeun is waiting patiently and waving at you, "Good Morning!"

You responded with a smile and added, "Good morning! You should come in. That looks heavy." as soon as you saw the bags she was carrying. You flung the door open and reached for the bags.

"Oh yeah, I got some food from our house. I informed my Mom that I'm visiting you today. Sorry, I think I made you woke up." She apologized, feeling bad for her unexpected visit.

"It's okay." laying the lunchbox on top of your coffee table in the living room and saying, "Have a seat, Do you want to watch Netflix? I'm just gonna take a quick shower." you get the remote control and turned the tv on.

Jungeun entered the living room and took a seat on the sofa. She said softly and grinned at you, "Take your time."

Not long after, you went out of your room in your baggy t-shirt and cotton shorts. Jungeun briefly glanced at you while seeking an interesting movie before returning her focus to the television.

"You should eat your brunch first before we watch some movies or drama."

Following her order, you sat beside her and opened the lunch boxes that Jungeun brought for you.

The food was neatly organized and very appetizing for you. It is also obvious from the smell that it is indeed delicious. There's even a bunch of side dishes that are authentically made. The meal has meats, veggies, and of course, rice. You assume that the food she gave you will last for three days.

"Omg, This looks amazing." you said, "Please tell Auntie Kim that I'm so grateful for this food. I appreciate you bringing this as well."

Jungeun informs you, "She said that you might be missing some authentic homemade foods so she packed you some when I told her that I'm going here." She is glad that you appreciate it so much.

To begin eating, you went to your kitchen to grab some utensils.

"Oh, and why did you come today, by the way? I thought you were too tired to leave your house."

Jungeun stopped browsing Netflix and her face starts to become red. She was baffled for a second, thinking of a great excuse to use.

"W-well, u-uhh...I-i got...I realized that I want to hang out, and you're the only one that is free so yeah." She nodded, trying to convince herself that it was a solid explanation.

She was relieved when you seem to buy her excuse. You hummed and just nodded too.

Jungeun noticed your glasses getting moist from the steam of the food she brought.

Cute

You keep eating until you are so full that you can’t breathe. After that, you immediately clean the table so that you two can watch a film or a drama. You exit the kitchen with sodas and chips for the two of you.

Jungeun slightly leaning on the arm of the couch saw you and suggested, "Is it okay if we watch some web drama?"

"Sure," you agreed softly before giving her some chips and placing the drinks on the table.

The two of you soon feel completely comfortable. Jungeun is curled up on the sofa, her head resting on your leg. However, because you just ate, you are unable to lie down.

When your back started to become tired of the position, you tried to recline on the other end of the sofa without bothering Jungeun. Naturally, this won't work, and when she realized this, she stood up from lying down and slightly leaned on your shoulder instead to share the blanket you had given her because she started to be cold.

You immediately felt the warmth of her body and blanket. Additionally the warmth she has given you in your heart.

It feels domestic.

You begin to believe that the universe is conspiring in your favor. This day is a special one, and no matter how it ends, you're very delighted.

The two of you were so engrossed in the drama's storyline that you were unaware of the passing of time. You learned that Jungeun is the type of girl that leaves side comments in almost every scene. She always has something to say, like she's also part of it.

Which you find so adorable.

You two decided to go for a stroll. No specific places to go.

The first stop was in the ice cream shop. Jungeun complained that she needs her daily sugar intake. Which caused you to respond, "But sugar is present in almost all food."

"You don't get it", she said, rolling her eyes at you. Which you replied with a chuckle.

Your mind began to wander off. For the past month with Jungeun, you felt a lot of things. You experienced being her seatmate, partner in crime, cafe buddy, and many more. Especially, on what it feels like to fall in love with her. She could be a great girlfriend.

Then, without realizing it, you began to picture her as your girlfriend. Creating all of these scenarios wherein you'll never star in.

You ask, "Should we watch the sunset?" since you're both headed to Hangang Park anyway. Sunset plus with Jungeun? It makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach

Jungeun nodded and slightly grinned, "U-uhh s-sure, I think it will be great."

Jungeun is honest enough to admit that she's not sure if she was okay with this.

The place will just remind her of memories from her past. She always went back there, only for her to end up going home with a heavy heart. But now that she has a companion, things might be different.

I'll be fine…I hope so

She thought to herself

You two continued to tease and argue with one another the entire time you were heading to the park. Both of you decided to sit on the grass, so you went out and purchased a mat to sit on and some food because she keeps complaining about being hungry.

The colors of the sky as the sun sets draw the attention of both you and Jungeun. Orange and slightly pink hues were beginning to fill the sky.

"So gorgeous." You have loved sunsets for as long as you can remember. You're not sure why, but it always makes you feel comfortable.

Its colors, which made the sky entrancing, change constantly.

Sunsets are like days every week; each one is special in and of itself.

On the other hand, there's Jungeun, lost in her thoughts. Someone who enjoys the opposite of sunsets comes to her mind. Despite leaving her broken, the person she misses dearly.

Her expressions were reflected in her eyes, which simply conveyed sadness.

You questioned Jungeun, "Heyy, are you alright?" but all she did was gaze at your worried expression.

"Can I tell you a secret?", She spoke abruptly before returning her attention to the sky.

You mumbled your response, "Uhmm sure."

"This park is our very special place." She opened up.

"with your ex?"

"Technically, she left before we became official so I don't know if it is counted as ex, but yeah..", "Sorry, I shouldn't saying and ranting this to you." She replied, unsure of if she will continue to let her feelings out.

Her tone of uncertainty caught your attention. "It's fine, Jungeun. I'm your friend you can vent out your emotions with me right now."

Setting your feelings aside. You are willing to spend some time with her to soothe her heartache and comfort her.

The most important matter for Jungeun right now is letting her emotions out. She needs a friend, and you are that friend. Jungeun doesn't need a response. She simply requires someone to listen.

She breathes heavily, "Well, I want to tell the others about what's going on in my mind and about what I feel, but doing so could make them dislike her even more, which I don't like because after all, she's still our friend. So, I just keep it to myself...", you nod as she speaks.

"Of course, it was difficult for us, especially me. She disappeared like a bubble. After that, I questioned myself if I did something that made her leave. I overthink so much. Thinking many possible causes of her disappearance."

Jungeun left a big sigh, "Two days before it, we were happy. We even had a sleepover at Vivi's place. Then, She suddenly stopped attending classes which made us worried. We tried everything to contact her but we can't. But like an idiot, I've continued to message her up till now. We even asked her parents also, and they said that Jinsol told them that they should not tell us and she'll be having some break."

"The most upset person was Yves. Despite her being her best buddy, she has no idea what the heck is going on. Since then, Jinsol became a sensitive topic to us."

"At that time, I don't know what to do. I was left broken. For me, she was my greatest love."

"The happiness that I experienced with her is very different. I began to wonder if I would ever feel the same level of happiness that I did while we were together if she didn't return. Because with her, I felt incredibly loved and secure. Will I ever meet someone who can give me those feelings?"

You absorb all of this info from her. The sadness and anxiety they felt are evident, especially to her.

By now, you are sure that Jungeun is really into her. And her feelings are strong enough to the point she's willing to wait for Jinsol's uncertain return. That she's ready to forgive her despite those heartbreaks.

"She's very lucky." Her stares landed on yours as you muttered those words.

Too lucky to have you.

"She'll come back, for sure.", you added.

It's her loss if she didn't.

"Perhaps she's having trouble figuring out some things on her own as well. Because sometimes, there are problems that only yourself can solve."

Jungeun deeply looked into your eyes, understanding your point, "I just really wish right now is for her to come back." She turned to look at the sky, which was getting dimmer by the second.

"Y/n, Thank you so much for listening. I needed that. It lightens the weight of my concerns." She smiled still looking at the sky, too shy to face you.

"You're always welcome, Jungeun. Everything will be fine." You said and gently tapped her back.

"You should share a secret too." She said playfully to you and giggled.

"Maybe, next time" you smirked.

The night had grown entirely dark, and the breeze had grown chilly. The two of you quickly decided to return home. You accompany Jungeun to the bus stop, where you wait until she got a ride.

It was a calm walk.

Everyone is silent, just taking in the chill breeze.

In retrospect, you can see that your day was an emotional rollercoaster. Another rush of experiences and perceptions.

From afar, you saw a bus approaching. Jungeun got up from sitting and then got ready for it.

Both of you take your goodbyes, "goodbye, Y/n. today was a special day." Jungeun said.

"Thank you also," you answer her with a soft smile, "Uhm by the way, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked.

"oh sure, what is it?" she replied waiting for your response.

"Please message me when she returns." This caught her off guard hence she nodded her head.

Before she got on the bus, you two waved and smiled at one another one last time.

// 

Now that a new week has started, everyone is once busier. They are occupied finishing up their backlog and studying for their approaching midterms. Haseul and Vivi are very active on the student council. Since you are an exchange student, you have to do some other assignments from your additional courses. Even though it was simple, there are too many to complete in one sitting.You’ll also take the exams in a different room with a different schedule.

You six can hardly hang around together. Yves, Jiwoo, and Jungeun are left together when you and the other two are busy. Occasionally, it was you and Jungeun who were left when you cannot find the other couples.

After what happened in the park, you and Jungeun became closer than before. Sooyoung once saw you trying to tutor Jungeun in the library, but the latter fell asleep and you were busy staring at her, peacefully sleeping. She thinks that something is going on between the two of you. Well, it was just her assumption since she never asked.

Yves has been shipping the two of you since you and Jungeun became close last month. She keeps teasing both of you. Looking back on what she saw in the library, She thought that her ship is sailing.

Maybe, it is. Her ship is sailing but as a friend.

//

You were attempting to go over all of the notes that were piled up on your study table on a Friday night. You think that time went fast these days. You had just completed and turned in most of your homework earlier that day. Reviewing all the subjects from the previous month and a half is now your responsibility.

Studying was never a problem for you because you enjoy learning new things. Every time you receive a high grade, you feel immensely satisfied.

You were too caught up in your studies that you forgot to check your phone making Jungeun's message left unread.

//

The next day, you woke up on your study table. You cannot remember when did you fall asleep and on what subject you stopped.

Leaning on the backrest of your chair, you felt the pain coming from the back of your neck and this made you hiss. You are sure you have stiffed neck from sleeping on your table.

Your phone vibrated indicating that someone is calling you.

The caller's id shows it was the head of the school.

"Good Morning, Ms. Jung. How may I help you today?" you politely said.

"Good Morning, Ms. Y/n. Can I meet you today at my office? I need to discuss some things regarding your program."

"Sure, Ms. What time should I go there?"

"Around 10 am, will do. Thank you."

"Noted. Thank you."

You wonder what she'll talk about with you later. Since you haven't encountered any problem there since your stay, you are unsure of what the issue will be.

Checking the time on your phone, it shows, "8:56 am"

After that, you checked your inbox and read it one by one.

The first and only caught your attention was Jungeun's message last night.

Despite being brief, it stayed in your head for hours.

She's back.

You tried to shake it off and lay at ease but it was harder than you thought.

Why am I feeling this way? I already know and accept that she'll never be mine. There is nothing to be disappointed in.

You drag yourself grumpily to the restroom. Furious that you're feeling that way. Even though you are still happy that she is back, you find yourself hating the thought of it.

Opening the hot shower to relax. You must proceed since you have a meeting with Ms. Jung.

You have known from the morning that today will be difficult, and after the meeting, that prediction comes true. The school's head of administration notifies you that the exchange program's duration will be shortened. You get a week of preparation before returning to your original school after taking all of the examinations and additional subjects.

Laying down on your bed while taking some soothing music. Your breathing is heavy and slow. You've been trying to use your phone less since morning. You felt like you're gonna pass out from all of the things you had today.

You can't even start studying, too distracted to absorb all the topics.

It's too draining.

Besides that, you are unsure of how to inform others of your departure. They might not comprehend also that she has returned right now. You don't know for sure, though if they are aware of this news.

You heard your doorbell ring in your apartment.

The intercom shows a girl in her jeans and cardigan in front of your doorway.

"What's up?", slightly confused about her sudden visit.

"Can I talk to you? Sorry if it was too late but...I want to talk to you." a hint of persistence is evident in her voice.

"Ohh okay, come in."

Yves went to your living room while you go to the kitchen to find something she can drink.

"Are there any drinks you'd want to have?" You questioned, wishing she wouldn't hear the fatigue in your voice.

"Do you have a beer?" You heard her faint response. Fortunately, you still have the two cans that were extra from the previous day.

While you opened your can, you handed her beer. "So, is there any problem?" You sat down on the sofa across from her and asked calmly.

She has no idea how to express what she wants to say, "Well, Uhhh... I simply want to know if you have heard the news of Jinsol."

You could tell she was worried by the way she spoke. You nod your head in response to her question.

"Have you admitted your feelings to Jungeun yet?" You were somewhat taken off guard by that, but you anticipated it.

You took a sip of your beer, "No, and I don't truly have a plan to."

After hearing your reply, Yves fixed his gaze on you. She attempts to read your facial expressions and feelings, but you are too composed to even say anything. "Why not? Even just a try?" she asked, shrugging, "...you know just to prevent future what-ifs."

"Well, right now my heart just wants to follow where my mind is free," you sigh as you shake your head.

"Why is that so?"

"From the beginning, I can feel how important she is to Jungeun. She always thinks about her and longs for her presence. Jinsoul reminds her of almost everything." You explain.

"But when the two of you are together, she appears to be having fun and looks to be enjoying herself." The latter tries to point out, "When she's with you, it seems like she's with Jinsol."

"She is just distracted, Yves. She might be having a good time with me but her feelings are not the same. There's no point in telling her about my feelings. It will just complicate a lot of things, to be honest. And I know that Jinsoul loves her just as much as she does."

"I'm opposed to that. She even ghosted and left Jungeun without saying anything."

"She has her reasons. I don't know exactly what are those, just trust her, please. Perhaps, she's still your friend. She needs that time to realize things on her own."

"How can you even say that? As far as I've known, you two haven't met yet."

"Jinsoul... She's my cousin," you chuckle a little and smiled bitterly

Yves's loud gasp broke her control. She gives you a bewildered look.

"To be completely honest, Jinsoul frequently likes to tell me about this girl that she finds very endearing. How much she loves her and wants to keep her safe."

You down your beer, "I hope I realized sooner that she was referring to Jungeun. She loves her to the point where she begins to doubt herself. Because Jinsol uses this nickname, I didn't realize it until Jiwoo called Jungeun by that name. I now understand how she felt when she fell in love with her."

When you thought back on how complicated this was, a small pang of sadness arose in your heart.

Yves was left lost in thought. She still finds it hard to believe what she just heard.

What a tiny world

she thought

"But why didn't you tell me that you are related?" She gave you a dissatisfied expression.

"After discovering about her relationship with you guys, I decided it wasn't nice to bring up.”, you tap her shoulder and stare into her eyes, "I am genuinely sorry about my decision that causes your disappointment."

She simply nods while averting your look. She finishes the last of the beer before getting up.

"Okay, I understand." She whispered.

Yves was ready to put her shoes on and walk up to your door, " I'm going now and I'm sorry for crashing this late."

"Sooyoung, I have to tell you something." You speak again causing her to pause and face you

"What?" she mumbled.

"I'm leaving Korea in two weeks." You said giving her a sad smile.

Sooyoung holds both of your shoulders slightly aggressively. "What?!"

Too many revelations in a day. "You're joking, right? you still have like a month.", she says as her head begins to ache and she questions whether she can handle further information

She finds it all difficult to believe. Not expecting you to go earlier than anticipated. You grew to care deeply for them, and vice versa. She is aware of how much they will miss having you there.

"The program's period has shortened due to some circumstances, please don't tell the others, yet" you explained briefly, tapping her hand.

Your heart aches just thinking of leaving them. Even though you have buddies back home, you became fond of them. Their bond was unique. It is a very special one.

"You should go now. The night is getting older," you said goodbye to her, she was brought back to reality by this to which she replied with just a nod.

After your conversation with Yves, you had some relief. That evening, you also begin to consider confessing to Jungeun.

Sooyoung has a point. I should confess. Last chance

Minutes of spacing out, your phone blinked, displaying a message from Yves informing you that she had reached her house safely.

Going through your contacts, you clicked Jungeun's and sent her a message.

Can we meet tomorrow?

After a couple of seconds, she replied.

Jungiiee sent you a message (10:15 pm)

Sure, Where are we going to meet?

You replied, "Hangang park, 5 pm."

That night, you slept shortly after. For someone who has gone through a lot that day, it is a much-needed rest.

//

The color of the sky begins to shift to one that is more serene. The colors pink, yellow, sky blue, and orange collide making the sky even more beautiful than it was. The tranquil hue of the sky reflects on the river, enhancing its beauty.

You were so preoccupied with the sky that you failed to even notice when she arrived.

"Did you wait too long?"

Your head immediately turns to the girl asking. "Hey, sorry. I didn't notice you sooner."

Jungeun laughs because it was obvious that you forgot about your surroundings for being engrossed with the sunset.

She has already seen you from a distance as you were busy grinning and taking in the mellow sky before she ever comes close to you.

Jungeun thought it was an adorable scene.

"It's fine. You look like a kid watching her favorite scene in a cartoon," she said trying to tease you.

You glare at her, "Between the two of us, you know that you are the kid here, Kim."

This statement made you earn a big slap on your arm. Which you just laugh out.

She rolled her eyes and sat beside you.

"Oh yeah, why do you want to meet with me today?" She asked curiously.

Your grin has slightly softened. This simple question made you silent for a moment.

"Wait..let me think." You put your hand on your chin pretending to think. She laughs at your antics thinking you're just being playful.

You chuckled when you notice that she bought your joke. However, the reality is that you don't know the answer.

Why? I'm not sure, though.

Perhaps I just want to be with you?

to spend some time alone with you before I go?

Before you return to her?

or perhaps because I want to confess?

These are the thoughts that are going through your head.

Jungeun then begins to look up at the sky, where the color is beginning to become saturated.

On the other hand, you're also just quietly taking in the breathtaking scenery. The main factor that made you feel sincere happiness while remaining in Korea for the last few weeks was the scenery that you are currently gazing at. She leads you to make choices you never imagined making, such as letting go of something you wish you would have. You grew more mentally and emotionally thanks to Jungeun.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you spoke abruptly not putting away your attention on her.

"Uhmm sure," she replied.

Deja vu

This already happened in the past.

Last week.

Saturday.

The only distinction between you and her is that you are in her position.

In anticipation of your secret, Jungeun gave you a quick look.

She turned to gaze back as you turned to face the sunset with a contented smile.

"The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" You mumbled under your breath.

The latter simply nodded her head in agreement with your claim, and her only reply to you was, "Hmm."

Her response was too short to determine if she understood the phrase or not.

The silence was broken by Jungeun after a little while.

She gave you an impatient look, "You know, I'm still waiting for your secret."

She was still viewing the sunset as you laughed at her. You felt a little more at ease knowing she didn't understand.

I knew she wouldn't get it

"I already said it."

She said, feeling extremely lost, "But you just asked about how lovely the sunset is, which is not a secret, by the way."

Chuckling at her, you ask, "How about let's buy some food? I got hungry waiting for you." trying to annoy her.

"Well, I didn't know you were earlier than expected time. You didn't even bother messaging me, so it's not my fault." She said seriously which made you chuckle again.

The rest of your time in the park was spent having a very typical picnic. You both attempted to ride bikes and explore the park. She then took multiple pictures. Jungeun and you were also amused by the pets there. You two talked about a lot of random stuff and cherished each other's company.

Will she remember everything we did and the places we visited while I was here?

This might be your last quality time being alone together, so you savor this moment 'til it lasts.

You wish again that this day would not end.

When she received a message notification, the moonlight was already reflecting on the two of you.

Her face beams as she read the message, "Oh, it's Jinsol." she said.

"We should go home then." You smiled at her and offered to take her to the bust stop again.

What you hoped earlier was not fulfilled. Everything comes to an end.

Since the moment was too lovely to remember, you didn't even get a chance to inform her about your connection to Jinsol and your departure.

As you make your way back to your room, your thoughts begin to drift once more to all the alternatives.

What if I met her before Jinsol?

What if I am her?

Would Jungeun still love me the same way?

Would she wait for me as well?

You need someone's assistance to bring you back to reality because you are quite lost in thoughts.

You were alone once more on this chilly evening to cope with your agony.

You may have already believed that you were used to it, but deep down you know that what you are feeling is genuine.

So this is how saying goodbye to your first love feels like.

While on the bus, Jungeun seems bothered. There is something that makes her wander through her thoughts. As the bus goes down the highway, Jungeun talks to herself.

The sunset is beautiful, isn't it? wait I must have read it somewhere.

She tries to remember the meaning behind those words.

Suddenly, it's her stop. She walks down the street leading to her home. Still thinking about the phrase that you said.

“I can't think straight, I am not myself at this exact moment. I better be cleaning up and take some rest", she said whispered to herself.

After taking a warm bath, Jungeun jumps straight off her bed.

As she was browsing on her phone. You texted Jungeun. "Did you get home safely?".

The message appeared in her notifications tab. Jungeun was about to answer your message when she saw a video about phrases and the hidden meanings behind them.

" ‘The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?’ means I love you, but I am letting you go...."

She then realizes what you wanted to say to her. Staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, still processing what you said.

Instead of answering your message, she replied.

"Did you mean what you said? If so, why didn't you tell me much earlier?"

You immediately saw her reply, and there are many things that you want to say. But you decided not to express it.

"Things are much better this way. Furthermore, I am leaving in just two weeks. So you weren't able to see me for a while. No, this might be the last time that we can talk. Jinsol is back and I want you to be happy with her, Jungeun. That's all that matters"

[gardenlovebug]

[2:14 PM] the sun is shining and breeze passes by the blooming spring flowers. you and jinsoul walk down the empty streets of Germany, your fingers interlocking. you come across a street piano and encourage her to play something, or anything really. “hmm?” jinsoul responds, her eyebrows jumping. “ah, you want me to play? well...” she nervously touches her neck, her body showing clear signs of embarrassment. you both sit down on the worn out bench—shoulders bumping into one another as you scoot closer. her head doesn't move, but her eyes drift to the side to glance at you. “if i’m being honest...” her hands hesitantly hover over the piano keys. “i’ve been working on something for you, but it’s not finished.” not letting the conversation advance, her fingers dance along the keys sometimes bumping against the wrong ones. jinsoul’s face begins to sparkle with pink blobs spreading along the apple of her cheeks and the curl of her ear. 

[letoasai]

Will work for food

DP x DC An idea that's probably been done before but... here it is again.

~~

It was not an ideal setting for this. Out in the open, debris being their only cover. An unnatural storm closing in. The area had been evacuated but there was still no telling how many civilian eyes could be on them at this very moment. 

The League was scattered, making this current group a touch at odds while away from the majority of their normal teams. 

Batman stood with Red Robin, Flash, Superboy, and Raven. It wasn’t a bad lineup, but things were getting dicy. 

A monster had appeared, a creature foreign to most of them. With it came storms of all kinds, winds, hail, rain. It was a mess but there was nothing natural about it. The hail shattered the pavement. The winds were picking buildings up off their foundations. The blue lightning went without saying. The ice was changing the terrain. The temperature changes were disorienting to most of the heroes.  

Worse was the fact that this creature seemed to be able to duplicate itself, spreading the chaos out to a much wider area. They were having trouble even touching the thing let alone capturing it. 

“Are you sure about this?” Batman asked, a deep frown etched into his face as he watched Raven mark out a summoning circle. 

“It’s the only idea i have.” She said bluntly, shivering from the sudden chill. “That thing is not of this realm. We need something else not of this realm to subdue it.” 

“I hear what you’re saying but summoning a demon to deal with a demon still leaves us with a demon.” Flash said, seeing the flaw in this plan. 

“Unless you know this one personally or something.” Red Robin offered, his voice exhausted. 

“It’s not a demon.” Raven said, tone irritated but it wasn’t like any of them were having a good day. “Depending on how you want to look at it, it’s far worse than a demon. That thing came from the Infinite Realm.” 

Superboy just grunted once, watching her put the finishing touches on her spell circle. “You said that in a tone that said it was in capital letters. What’s the Infinite Realm?” 

“Bad news and something we shouldn’t freaking touch.” Raven answered swiftly. She stood, eyes going over her work. 

“Then what the hell are we doing?” Flash asked quickly, all of them tensed as the wind started to pick up again. If a hurricane was thrown at them, there was little they’d be able to do about it. 

“Raven.” Batman’s voice was serious. “You’re sure?” 

“It’s all i’ve got.” She repeated. “This is not a problem this realm was meant to handle on short notice. We need help.” 

There were several things in that one statement he didn’t like. “Who are you summoning?” 

Raven was looking rather pale herself. “The Ghost King. The King of the Infinite Realm. I’ve heard word that he can be bargained with so… we’re gonna give it a shot.” 

She didn’t wait for permission from anyone else to throw in their two cents on the matter. She threw her hands out, alien words no one else understood on her lips. The chant repeated and the summoning circle began to glow a green that the present Bats didn’t care for. 

It crept up the walls of the summoning circle in oddly pretty patterns before a gaping void opened on the ground. Silently, a figure rose into the circle from that same void. The king was smaller than they’d been imagining the last minute or two. He was human shaped and sized, a black crown floating several inches over his head. He was a wispy figure, face hidden by a large hood but there were strands of white hair floating around their shadowed face. He’d had nothing but a smoky looking tail when he’d first appeared but that had now split into solid looking legs. 

Given his size, he seems like a young adult, but it was hard to say for certain without seeing his face. 

“Woah.” Red Robin muttered, Superboy agreeing with the sentiment. 

“Heroes?” The Ghost King wondered, voice soft and lethargic. “Interesting.” 

Raven bowed her head in a show of respect. “Your Majesty. I apologize for the abrupt summons. We have a dire situation and are willing to make a deal for your help.” 

“A deal…” His voice echoed gently. He spoke as if raising his voice would shatter the very air around them. “That’s not something to choose lightly. What do you want from me?” 

Raven swallowed, her body rigid with nerves. She was almost relieved when Batman took over. 

“As i understand it, we have a being from your realm here in ours. We are underprepared to deal with such destruction and-” 

“Of my realm?” The King interrupted softly, head tipped a little as his attention turned to Batman. “Who?” 

Flash laughed nervously. “We’re not on a first name basis or anything but the guy seems to control the weather.” He pointed up and the sky above them was darkening the longer they spoke. 

The King made a noise like he’d clucked his tongue and it struck all of them as a very human kind of gesture despite his title. 

“I can handle that. Your deal?” 

Raven inhaled again, this obviously being the part she was dreading. “Blood, i have the blood of the Demon Lord Trigon-” 

“Pass.” 

That drew everyone up short. The others didn’t exactly understand the significance of Raven offering her blood but it clearly wasn’t something she’d expected to be declined so quickly. 

“My soul then….” Raven muttered. 

“Raven, no!” Superboy hissed. “The fuck!” 

Batman was also eyeing her unhappily. “Absolutely not. You are not Constantine.” 

Fortunately for the heroes, each of which was ready to revolt for such a barter, the Ghost King waved the thought away. 

“Nah.” He tugged on his hood a little and Batman realized he was likely brushing away one of those white strands of hair from his face. “That’s the thing about being the King of the Infinite Realm. Souls come to me one way or another in time. No need to preorder them.” 

Raven’s shoulders sagged, eyes shifting as she rapidly tried to think of something else she could offer. 

“What do you want?” Red Robin asked before anyone else could say something stupid. “You’re the one that’s going to fight this threat for us. What’s a good deal?” 

The King turned to him and stared. They could only assume he was contemplating his answer when he hummed quietly. “Food.” 

“Wha…” Flash muttered. 

The Ghost King just nodded. “Food from your realm. It’s been…a long time since i’ve eaten.” 

“Really? Like we could go grab you a burger and that would be cool?” Superboy asked, a touch suspicious, but the King just nodded.  

“Deal.” Raven said before anyone would make it worse. “A meal for returning this threat back to your realm.” 

The King nodded again, and each of them backed up several paces when the walls to the summoning circle broke apart and the King stepped out. For the briefest of moments he seemed to nearly stumble under the gravity of actually ‘walking’ but he got over it quickly enough. 

“Can we offer you any assistance?” Batman asked. 

The King shook his head. “No.” He wandered off towards the storm, the floating crown on top of his head seeming a little larger. He moved confidently and with purpose. “Oh Vortex…” He called, walking into the winds. 

He sounded young, but all of them agreed immediately that they never wanted to hear him beckoning them the same way. His tone was dangerous, and he walked right through a car that had been flung in his direction. 

“Cool.” Red Robin muttered. 

“Simmer down, Red.” Superboy muttered. All of them wanted to follow, but with the unstable weather and a literal Ghost King wandering about, staying out of the way felt like the best option. Of course that didn’t mean they weren’t dying of curiosity. 

Flash moved to stand beside Raven, making sure she wasn’t about to topple over because of the power it must have taken to summon a king from another dimension. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” she breathed out a sigh. “Honestly, this was an unforeseen best case scenario. You should really go get that food for him.” 

Batman moved to her otherside, hearing the voices over comms noticing a shift in what was happening. “You think it will be over that fast?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well-” Flash looked up at the sky that was rapidly clearing. “Yep. I’ll be right back.” He was gone in a blur but it was hard to believe a change was happening so quickly. 

“Has it even been a full minute?” Superboy asked. “I mean, damn…” 

“Someone better have been recording visuals.” Red Robin muttered. “We are absolutely missing something amazing.” 

“He’s the King of the infinite Realm.” Raven said. “It’s the realm that connects every other realm and it is as the name implies… infinite. He rules it. I don’t even think Trigon would dare mess with him.” 

Batman had his arms crossed, still listening to the amazed chatter over comms. “Should it be suspicious that all he wants is food?” 

“He made the deal.” Raven shrugged. “He could have asked for anything. Literally.” She stopped speaking when the hooded king returned. He was floating this time though only a foot or two off the ground. He didn’t look tired or dirty or anything. 

Just the same ethereal otherness he’d arrived with. “Done.” He announced. 

“What uh- happened to the guy?” Superboy asked, pointing vaguely at where the storm had been raging. 

The Ghost King just dug into his cape and pulled out…a thermos. “Souped him. He’s gonna have a little time out.” 

“Oh my god, i have so many questions.” Red Robin whispered. 

The thermos was put away and Batman was suppressing his own urge to ask a dozen questions over what just occurred. They’d been struggling with the Infinite creature for hours and countless lives had no doubt been altered. Clean up would take weeks if not months and this Ghost King handled it in minutes. 

“My food?” 

“On the way.” Raven said immediately. “Flash is one of the fastest men on the planet. He’ll be right back.” 

The King nodded and looked around before moving to a pile of bricks that had once been a fence. He sat down and waited, somehow looking regal among the wreckage. 

“So… I’m Red Robin.” Batman looked up again when his son was sliding closer to introduce himself. “Superboy, Raven, Batman.” He gestured and the King’s hood shifted as he followed Red Robin’s introduction of them. “Is there something we can call you or is your Majesty the most appropriate?” 

The Ghost King sat in silence for a moment before reaching up to lower his hood. The shadows that had hidden his face disappeared revealing a young man only a little older than Tim. Maybe around Jason’s age. His hair was indeed white, and was braided down the nape of his neck save for the tufts of hair that floated around his face. 

His skin was pale, and Batman thought it might have been gray or even blue in different light. His ears were pointed and his eyes were a haunting green. 

With the hood out of the way, the crown lowered to sit on his head. 

“Phantom.” He finally answered. “You can call me Phantom.” 

Raven bowed her head again and Red Robin beamed. “Thank you for helping us! We literally couldn’t have done it without you.”

Phantom nodded again but without his hood to shield him there was something shy about the action. 

The Flash reappeared in a cloud of dust, two bags of fast food in one hand and a collection of drinks under the other arm. “I got a little of everything!” He announced. “Got some burgers and some chicken nuggets and fries and onion rings. There’s one of those little apple pies in here somewhere too.

Phantom took the bags with a small smile and set them beside him so he could go through them. Superboy helped with the drinks, setting everything down so Phantom could have his pick. There were three different sodas, a lemonade, and a water. 

It wasn’t fancy and probably wasn’t a fair trade of a meal for his services but he didn’t seem disappointed. 

In a flash of rings made of light, Phantom transformed. The otherness of him was still there, but instead of a noble king of a realm, a young…very living human was in his place. Black hair instead of white was still braided down his neck and the strands around his face hung limp instead of floating. 

Those eerie green eyes were now blue but that– oddly enough– was not the most startling thing about his transformation. He wore a large hoodie and jeans but his feet were bare. 

His hands and feet were almost skeletal, and his face was gaunt and starved looking. His eyes were slightly sunken and his skin was a sickly kind of pale. 

He looked emaciated, but there was the smallest of smiles on his face when he ate one fry and then another. He took a sip from every drink offered to him and then took a bite out of the burger. 

They couldn’t help but stand there and watch, all of them transfixed over what they were seeing. 

Phantom took two more bites before wrapping up the rest of his burger and placing it back in the bag. 

“Not to your liking?” Flash asked, voice small. 

Phantom licked his fingers and shook his head. “No, it was good. I’m just full. I’ll take it with me and eat it later when i’m hungry again.” 

Batman could only imagine the size of his stomach. Stopping now was probably the healthiest thing he could have done if he wanted to keep the food down. He cleared his throat. “Are you alright?” 

“Mhmm.” Phantom nodded, the rings of light appearing again. He was back in his healthier looking ghostly form. That was an oxymoron, wasn’t it? A healthy ghost form… 

“You’re still alive.” Raven whispered, stuck in her shock. “The living shouldn’t… The Infinite Realm isn’t…” 

Phantom’s lips tipped up in a smile. “You’re right, but wrong. I’m both. I’m dead. I’m alive. I’m balance.” He paused for a moment. “I haven’t been in a living realm for a while… guess i’ve been neglecting that side of me. Thanks for the food, it was a good deal.” 

He was gathering up the bags he clearly planned to take with him. 

“You should come back.” Red Robin spat the words out, likely before giving them any real thought. “I’ll take you to lunch. I’ll take you like… all the time. I am not going to pretend to know what you have going on but… shit, Agent A would disown me if i did not offer to feed you.” 

Phantom looked cold briefly. “Agent… A…?” 

Red Robin winced, “Code name for my grandfather. He’s an amazing cook.” 

“Red Robin.” Batman scowled at him. 

“Oh, what? He’s gonna give you the look for you not being the one to offer.” Red Robin said unapologetically, but the explanation had Phantom softening again. “What do you say? Lunch? Do i have to summon you?” 

“Jesus, Red. Let him actually decline or accept.” Superboy was snickering. 

Phantom looked between them, the confusion on his face clearing up after a beat. A piece of paper appeared between his fingers. It had some kind of squiggle on it none of them could read at a glance. He handed it over to Red Robin. 

“Have that on you, say my name. I’ll find you.” Phantom said. “I should…eat again.” 

“We…appreciate you helping us.” Raven added quickly, determined that they make a good impression. 

Phantom’s look grew warmer again. “It was fun.” With his bags and drinks in his arms, he wandered back over to the summoning circle. “I don’t mind helping when the trouble is severe and you were right. This particular problem was mine to clean up. Sorry about him, by the way. Vortex is an asshole.” 

Superboy and Flash both snorted. “Thanks anyway.” 

Phantom nodded at them again, floating in the middle of the circle before his eyes glowed that bright, toxic green again. He slipped inside the void and disappeared as quickly as he arrived, the remains of the summoning circle erasing itself. 

“So… That happened.” Flash muttered, not sure how they were gonna put this in a report to the rest of the League members. Batman wasn’t so sure either. 

“I can’t believe you were just hitting on the Ghost King, Red.” Superboy laughed. “I mean… Lunches?”

“What?” 

Raven was on her phone. “I am already telling Nightwing.” 

“What!? Hey!” Red Robin was looking between them. “I wasn’t hitting on him. You leave Wing out of this!” 

“No way.” 

“You asked him on a date, man!” Superboy grinned. “All the titans are going to know about this in the next hour.” 

“You guys suck!” Red Robin growled, his face a flame. 

Batman just sighed. “There’s clean up to do. Get to work.” 

He definitely did not need to think about his son’s audacity, coming onto a King of an entire realm. Where did he even learn that kind of behavior?

~~

Masterlist

[0cta9on]

Train Ride to Heaven

length: +3k words

Genre: Smut

NewJeans Hanni x Male Reader

(Author's Note: The winner of the first smut poll! I wrote this entire thing in 1.5 sittings, so it's very rough and unedited. Nevertheless, hope you horny sickos enjoy it <3)

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A weary sigh leaves your lips as you rest the back of your head against the trembling glass of the subway. Eight years of college, even more years of brown-nosing just for a sliver of a chance at a promotion, hours of sleep lost from nights working overtime, and where did it land you? A thankless office job that considers you more of a number than a living, breathing human being. After all that, you get to go home to a loveless marriage with a woman you know for a fact is cheating on you with her personal trainer, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. Hooray for you.

You feel the subway slowly creep to a stop. A few more of those and you’ll finally be able to sleep and pretend like you're dead for a couple hours before doing it all over again. A lone girl, at least 18, walks into the car and takes a seat directly across from you - an odd move considering the entire car is completely empty aside from you. You try to ignore her, opting to get some shut-eye before you get to your stop, but you can’t deny the shift in the atmosphere from her presence. She’s a pretty young girl, all alone at this time of night. You could do anything to her and no one would even know. You shake your head at the thought. No good can come from a perverted old man like yourself.

“Psst…”

Although, there’s no fault in thinking like that if it stays in your mind. A cute girl like her could easily be taken advantage of. In fact, she’s lucky that you’re here instead of an actual sicko that would try to put their hands all over her.

“Psst… Ahjussi…”

This shitty marriage has got you all pent up. Not like you would have any energy left in you, especially after a day like this. Lucky you. Maybe if you pray hard enough, whatever god is up there will pity you and summon a woman that’ll throw themselves at you. If only life were that easy.

“Ahjussi!”

Your eyes shoot open from the sudden noise. The girl sitting across from you giggles to herself as she smiles at you. It isn’t immediately obvious due to her innocent features, but you can tell that she’s hiding something behind that smile. Something sinister, even. How exciting.

“What?” You ask. Her sly smile only grows as she subtly raises her skirt. Little by little, she reveals the supple flesh of her thighs, firm and plump. You know in the back of your mind that this is wrong, that she shouldn’t be exposing herself to an old man like this, but the second you see that little bit of white cotton in between her legs, all common sense flies out the window. Suddenly, she lowers her skirt, much to your disappointment. Your emotions must have been obvious as she cackles sweetly, pointing at your face. Embarrassed, you lean back and shut your eyes, hoping she’ll leave you alone for the duration of the ride.

“Ahjussi~” she teases in a sing-songy voice. “Open your eyes~” Like a fool, you follow her orders without a second thought. This time, however, the reward is greater than you could have ever imagined. Her white cotton panties are there in full view for no one else but yourself, drawing you in like a siren. The girl bites her lip as she traces circles around her crotch, more for you rather than herself. Your cock begins to strain in your pants, begging to be set free.

“Come here,” she says, beckoning you with a single finger. You quickly do as she says and sit next to her. Up close, you can see just how deceivingly innocent she is with her big, round eyes and her thick, pouty lips. Anyone would walk by her and assume she’s a classy and upstanding student, not a little slut teasing random old men in a subway (Not that you mind).

“My name is Hanni, what’s your name?” She asks, gripping the sleeve of your blazer while she plays with herself under her skirt.

“I-I, u-um, m-my name is-”

She brings a finger to your lips, silencing you. “Actually, I don’t really care, I’m just gonna call you daddy,” Hanni giggles. You force yourself to take a deep breath in an attempt to remain composed, but inside, you’re cheering like an addicted gambler finally hitting that sweet, sweet jackpot.

“So Daddy, what are you doing riding the train home this late at night?” The lilt she puts on that word is enough to drive you insane, but you try to hold back, not wanting to scare her off if you appear too eager.

“Uh, y’know, just getting home after a long day of work. Boring office job and all that. Nothing you would find any interest in,’ you sigh. Hanni pouts, looking at you with a sympathetic expression.

“Awww poor daddy, you must be so stressed.” She holds onto your arm, pushing her perky breasts into you. Your wife has never given you so much as a glance in your direction whenever you showed up exhausted from work. She’s probably too busy texting her personal trainer. Hell, she’s probably fucking him right at this very moment. It’s only fair if you get to have some fun for yourself, right?

“Yeah, I suppose I am pretty stressed. On top of that, my wife has been cheating on me with this personal trainer guy she met a couple months ago.” As soon as you mention your wife’s adultery, a hint of a smirk appears on Hanni’s lips.

“Oh no~,” she says, feigning pity. “Maybe I can help you… feel better?” She puts your hand on your chest and inches it downwards, all while maintaining eye contact with you. Her face is close enough for you to feel her breath on your chin, but just far enough for her to escape if you try to kiss her. All you can do is wait as you feel her hand getting closer and closer closer to your raging erection. Everything fades away but the pumping of your heart and the gentle brown of her eyes. Finally, a guttural groan escapes your mouth as she grasps onto your cock, stroking it through your pants.

Hanni giggles at your expression. “Does that feel good, Daddy? Do you like it when I play with Daddy’s cock?” All you can do is nod as she continues to toy with you, rubbing and squeezing along your shaft. It’s been so long since another person has touched your penis that you almost finish right then and there, but you continue to hold it in with steely determination.

“Daddy’s cock is so big and thick, I don’t know if it’ll fit in my tiny, little mouth.” Hanni leans into your ear, tickling your skin with her breath as she whispers, “Maybe we should find out.”

“Y-yes, god yes,” you practically beg.

“Then tell me what to do,” she says. “I’m your little whore for the night. Treat me like one.” Those filthy words coming out of her pretty mouth is a memory that you will never forget until the day you die.

“Fucking suck my cock, you slut,” you command her, a little too enthusiastically. Even in the prime of your relationship, your wife would never let you talk to her like this. To have your commands followed by this cute girl is heart-poundingly exhilarating. You feel like a whole new man.

Hanni fiddles with your belt buckle at a snail’s pace. You try to do it yourself to get the ball rolling, but she swats your hand away.

“Let me do it by myself, Daddy~” she pouts. With a nod, you lean back and let her have her way, succumbing to the desires of her cuteness. If she wanted to, she could easily take over the world with her looks alone.

After unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, all that’s left is the fabric of your underwear separating your dick from her glossy lips. Hanni places a few gentle kisses on your bulge, drawing a moan from your belly. Giggling, her fingers hook around the waistband and pull it down at a tantalizingly slow pace, leaving you to wait as your heart threatens to burst from your chest. Finally, your member swings up, almost hitting Hanni in the face. Her jaw drops as she gazes at your length, a look of surprise and a little bit of fear in her eyes.

“Oh shit…” she whispers to herself before shaking her head and putting back the sultry appearance she had before. “I can’t wait to choke on your big, fat cock, Daddy,” she smirks as she begins to stroke your shaft. Hanni’s hands are much softer than your wife’s, and even more skilled as she cups your balls, applying just enough pressure so that it doesn’t hurt. You watch with bated breath as she leans forward, eyeing the tip of your cock for a moment before it disappears into her open mouth. The sound of your moan echoes throughout the subway car as Hanni sucks on your tip, slowly taking in more of your length with each bob of her head. Even your wife’s cocksucking skills pale in comparison to hers, you almost feel bad for the guy that she’s fucking.

“Yes, good girl, Hanni. Suck that dick, you fucking slut,” you encourage. You notice her ass sticking up in the air, and thanks to the rumbling of the train and her bobbing motions, her skirt rides up just enough for you to peek at the white panties covering her ass, giving you the bright idea to reel back and her a good, hard spank. She moans into your cock, heightening the sensation. 

“I bet you like that, you little whore.” You yank her up by the hair, forcing her to look at you, saliva covering her mouth and chin. All the inhibitions and common sense you had before are completely gone, leaving nothing behind but animalistic desire.  “Say it. Say that your daddy’s little fucktoy.”

“I’m daddy’s little fucktoy,” she repeats, giggling at you. Satisfied, you release her hair and sit back, watching as she alternates between deepthroating your shaft and sucking on your balls while she strokes your entire length with her spit. You would happily quit your job and live at the subway instead if it meant you get to have this petite sex doll all to yourself every night.

Suddenly, the train comes to a stop at one of the stations and a man stumbles inside. The two of you scramble to cover up, hiding any semblance that the two of you are doing anything indecent. Much to your dismay, the man sits nearby, making it difficult for even small gestures to go unnoticed. He’s clearly not a student nor is he an office worker, so why the hell would he be riding the subway this late at night!?

“Wait,” Hanni whispers, pointing at the man. “Look.”

Confused, you watch as his body begins to sway with the movements of the train. Upon closer inspection, you notice that his eyes are struggling to stay open and his clothes are disheveled. Clearly, he’s either drunk, faded, or both. Finally, BAM - he knocks out on the seat, completely unconscious.

Hanni stifles as she gives you a knowing look. “He’ll be out for a little while so…” She bends over the seat, shaking her butt at you. “Fuck my little pussy with that cock, Daddy~,” she teases, winking back at you.

Pounding with excitement, you release your cock and stroke it back to life, while your other hand pulls down her white cotton panties, finally revealing her pinky honeypot to you. With Hanni’s saliva as lube, you line up your tip with her cunt, teasing her moist folds.

“Are you ready, baby?” you ask

“I’m so fucking rea- MMPH!” She struggles to stifle a moan as you completely bottom out inside of her, all in one thrust. So slick and so tight, you don't even care about comparing her to your wife anymore. All you want to do is ruin her little pussy and use it as your personal cocksleeve. You sink your fingers into her hips, pulling her into you with each thrust and watching her cute ass jiggle against you.

Fuck that stupid company. Fuck your stupid bitch of a wife. Your entire life you were told what to do, how to act, and what you should look like in order to succeed in life. You followed everyone’s orders to a T, even going above and beyond to obtain that success that was oh so coveted. But look where you are now - eight inches deep into some girl you just met tonight. Fuck the “high-paying job” and fuck the “hot wife”. If this isn’t success, then you don’t know what is.

“O-oh my g-god… Y-you’re so f-fucking h-huge…” Hanni squeaks in between thrusts, desperately trying to control her volume. You’re unsure how much longer you can manage, but it doesn’t matter. Whether she likes it or not, this slut is gonna leave with a gallon of your cum deep inside of her.

Hanni’s body begins to shake violently. “I-I… I’m cumming!” She shrieks wildly.” You pull out of her, watching in astonishment as she squirts all over the seats. And your wife said you could never dream of satisfying a woman - if only she could see this now. 

“H-holy shit…” she says, leaning her head on your shoulder as she gasps for air. “That was… fucking insane.” Both of you laugh as you wait for her to get down from her high. Miraculously, the man didn’t notice her ear-splitting orgasm, still completely out cold.

Suddenly, Hanni straddles your lap, wrapping her arms around your head. “I noticed that you didn’t cum yet, Daddy.” She gyrates your hips, rubbing her wet slit against your tip. You figure she would still be sensitive after the first round, but it’s clear she was built purely to fuck. “Maybe we should change that,” she says, biting her lips.

“Maybe we should,” you smirk. Hanni kisses you as she drops her hips onto your cock, causing her to moan into your mouth. Not wanting to give up dominance completely, you shove your tongue down her throat, filling two of her holes at once. The wet slapping of her bouncing on your cock echoes throughout the car, and at this point, you don’t care if that man wakes up or not. He could be completely conscious and recording you right now, but you still wouldn’t stop plowing this little minx. In fact, you secretly hope that he is recording right now - the whole world should know that this fucktoy named Hanni is yours and yours alone.

You rip open her top, exposing her perky tits. They are on the smaller side, but they’re big enough to jiggle with each bounce and that’s good enough for you. Hanni grabs your head as you latch onto her tits, licking and sucking every inch of her chest. The pressure begins to build in your loins and you know the end is coming soon. Wanting to milk every drop of this experience, you stand up, supporting Hanni by the ass, and begin ramming into her with every ounce of energy you have left. Rather than a 40-something-year-old man, you feel like you’re reborn again into your 20-year-old body. You feel the familiar tightening of Hanni’spussy around your member, and with one final thrust, your body is elevated to Heaven. Shooting rope after rope into her deep cunt, the high is nothing like you’ve ever experienced in your lifetime. Not even your wife- Ah, who cares about her. She’s nothing but dirt under your foot, while Hanni is an angel sent from above.

You gently place her down on the seat before collapsing next to her, shutting your eyes so you can replay this entire experience in your head. Never in your life did you think you would ever get this lucky. The train comes to a halt, and a hand pats your shoulder.

“Sorry Daddy, but this is my stop,” she giggles as she skips towards the open doors. Despite the rough pounding you just gave her, she somehow managed to look presentable in the short time that your eyes were closed. “I’ll see you around, Daddy~”

The last thing you see is her wink before hopping off the train and disappearing into the night. You’re disappointed that you didn’t ask for her contact information before she left, but you’re confident that you’ll cross paths with her again in the future. Surely, whatever god that heard your prayers isn’t that cruel, right?

As you approach your stop, you quickly get yourself sorted, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention from passersby. If your wife asks about any mysterious “stains” on you, you could easily attribute it to being clumsy while drinking. Not that she would care enough to ask anyway. 

Upon exiting the car, a police officer stops you as you approach the stairs.

“Excuse me, sir,” he says. You try to ignore him, hoping that there’s someone behind you that he’s referring to, but unfortunately, nobody else is around. “Sir, I need to talk to you for just a moment.”

“What’s the problem, officer?” You ask, hiding your panic behind a nervous smile. A whirlwind of questions swarm your mind. Is this about Hanni? Did you get caught? Was it that drunk guy that sold you out? Beads of sweat begin to form on your head as the police officer questions you.

“There has been an increase in robberies in the subway recently and I just want to ask if you saw any suspicious individuals lurking around the subway.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that the heat isn’t on you. “Well, no officer, I haven’t seen any suspicious individuals around,” you reply.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “All the victims have described the suspect as being a short Asian girl, about 18 years of age, with big brown eyes and black hair. Does that ring any bells for you?

An alarm blares throughout your head. Surely he’s lying, right? Maybe he’s talking about a different Asian girl. There are probably thousands, no, MILLIONS of people that fit that criteria. Besides, you and Hanni shared a special connection tonight. She’s the answer to everything that ever went wrong in your life, an angel sent from Heaven to cure you of your miseries. Hanni wouldn’t lie to you, right?

You dig through your pockets, frantically scrambling for your wallet and your phone. You feel something in your pocket and pull it out, only to be filled with dread at the sight of it - white cotton panties.

[bluerosefox]

Summoning the Summoner

Another summoning/long lost family au but with twist!

So Damian and his class are at Gotham museum for a small field trip for a school project. Thing is none of them knew until it was too late that the new museum curator was part of a cult that had plans to kidnap and sacrifice this class of kids for some ancient god/deity/spirit.

Damian barely manages to send a message to one of his brothers and to the cave before being knocked out when he sees his classmates dropping from knocknout gas.

When he wakes up the preparations for the sacrifice are almost ready. Damian being the most prominent person in the class is going to be the one chosen first. He is then taken to the alter and it begins after the whole villain speech. Damian does manage to get out of his bindings and tries to fight back, does lead them on a merry little chase to get more time for his family to come, nothing to Robiny though, but is forcibly restrained again.

Just as they bring Damian back to the alter none of them notice, or rather, care that Damian was bleeding from getting hit when they recaptured him. None of them notice when the blood dropped from his chin onto the summoning circle because the Batclan (any) just dropped into the room.

They did notice however when the summoning circle started glowing beneath them however.

And none of the cultists had time to finish the summoning chant.

Meaning the summoning circle was not under their control.

And before any of them could do anything, they are all ripped away from the Mortal Realm and everyone, Damian, his class, the cultists, and the Batfam in the room are pulled into the Infinite Realms.

They are no longer in the warehouse they were about to be sacrificed in but in a throne room. Surrounded by glowing floating people and some don't even look human.

And sitting on the throne was a teenager with a shoulder wrapped cape made of stars and galaxies, a crown of ice, stars, and aurora borealis lights shifting in between them, about Damian's age, with white hair and glowing green eyes who looked rather shocked.

The reason? Both him and Damian shared the same face.

-x-x-

Danny was annoyed as heck.

Ever since his crowning it was like every magic user from legendary to mediocre got a notice that a new Infinite Realms King had been crowned and that gave them the go ahead and try to freaking Summon him!

Luckily refusing a summons was well within Danny's Ghost King rights, he's King now he does what he wants (Sam's wise words), and the only summonings Danny answered were his friends and family (Dani is such a troll with it though, butttttt it does get him out of those annoying meetings sometimes and they get to hang out wherever she decided to stop at), sometimes he'd answer the odd teenage morons just to scare them (it's always fun)

Although there were a few summonings outside of that, that he had answered. Thankfully he could sense what kind of summoner was summoning him and intent was always a huge thing. And those that didn't feel like insane fruitloops well... Danny's curiosity often took over.

So imagine his annoyance when he felt another summon happening in the middle of a meeting with his council. But also imagine his surprise when the normally tight demands on the summoning wasn't there...

That meant...

Oh Danny was going to have a lot of fun with this.

This meant they summoning but don't have control on which way the summoning was going to go. Meaning, Danny could reverse summon them to him instead.

With a wide grin he instantly waved his hand and the meeting room shifted to his throne room, might as well pull out all the stops and play the "Big Bag Ghost King"

He could see his council (and good friends and allies) raise their eyebrows at him or tilt their heads but could also sense the attempted summonings power of him and knew he had something planned.

With a short laugh, Danny raised his hand, grasped on the invisible summoning line, and pulled.

Now he was expecting a good amount of people, the summoning felt large so that normally meant cultists but he was expecting so many! Heck some looked to be teenagers his age, and a few oddly dressed people besides the cultists! Oh boy did that mean sacrifices?! Well he'll be happy to put those cultists in their place if that was the case.

But first, find the summoner. Separate them from the group and -

Oh... why... why does he have Danny's face?!

Danny took a quick look at the normally invisible to everyone but him Summoning line and almost choked when he saw it was a sibling line, a blood sibling line.

[kingmaker-a]

Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip

Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.

Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.

Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.

Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.

Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."

You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina… 

"You're not taking Karina instead?" 

Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends. 

You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips. 

Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister. 

That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose. 

"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret." 

It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her. 

It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.

It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek. 

Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you. 

It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that. 

Instinct. 

Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?" 

You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities. 

Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife. 

Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately. 

Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic. 

You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."

She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—

There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?" 

It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts. 

Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night. 

Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school. 

… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig. 

Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips. 

“I know.”

She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's. 

Making up for lost time like Karina before her. 

You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue. 

They mix like oil and water. 

It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide. 

Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm. 

Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour? 

… You should be nicer to her. 

Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state. 

Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend. 

"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink. 

All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element. 

Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments. 

It was probably best she didn't look too deep. 

"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions. 

She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze. 

Maybe that was just you? 

She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies. 

An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father. 

"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge. 

A reminder that she knows you more than you remember. 

But you know her too, somehow. 

The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes. 

"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."

It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one. 

Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness. 

Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot. 

Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better. 

If only your best friend was smoother. 

Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin. 

You're drunk driving. 

Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park. 

Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you. 

Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt. 

"What's wrong with you?" 

So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice. 

Cigarettes. 

It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo. 

It's not his fault, he's the new kid. 

Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence. 

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all. 

Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-" 

And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers. 

Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting. 

You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?

It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy. 

A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it. 

Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky. 

"I trust you."

There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life. 

It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know. 

Pure blind faith in you. 

After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much? 

There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge. 

"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."

Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains. 

You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke. 

The moment is gone, if it was ever there. 

Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you. 

Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway? 

You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem. 

At least on first glance. 

"How are you and Mateo?" 

There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips. 

Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.

"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."

It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies. 

Even if you don't have proof. 

Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all. 

There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel. 

You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket. 

"He's… got a lot to make up for."

It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light. 

But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro. 

Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time. 

"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."

There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight. 

It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind. 

You have no proof, but you know who. 

"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."

Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember. 

Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort. 

But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood. 

Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield. 

It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift. 

It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast. 

"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?" 

It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility. 

"Nope." 

Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking. 

"Not even just a little bit curious?" 

It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave. 

"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip. 

It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager. 

If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away. 

"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."

There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought. 

There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night. 

"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.

It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours. 

You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.

But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom. 

Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh. 

She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all. 

But it doesn't, it can't after all. 

How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight. 

Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.

It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it. 

But it feels natural. 

Instinctual. 

Real. 

Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket. 

"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't. 

It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth. 

A bonfire on a cold night. 

"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same. 

She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side. 

You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.

"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."

And you have to, those are the rules. 

There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench. 

You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon. 

A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best. 

"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?" 

It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes. 

Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds. 

It's wrong, you remind yourself. 

It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest. 

To feel so effortlessly yourself… 

To feel safe. 

After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could. 

You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him. 

Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track. 

Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike. 

The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers. 

"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat. 

You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow. 

"Why, what?" 

There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips. 

"Why would he think it's actually me?" 

It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-

"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air. 

"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."

You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance. 

Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea. 

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?" 

It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips. 

"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face. 

Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter. 

"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze. 

Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire. 

"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?" 

You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip. 

A torch by any other name. 

"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."

Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe. 

Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong. 

It's being right. 

Again, it's just instinctual. 

She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth. 

"Pass it here." 

It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips. 

It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas. 

It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth. 

It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips. 

There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye. 

She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been. 

She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly. 

It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust. 

You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims. 

Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy. 

To feel special. 

Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt. 

She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you. 

"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince. 

It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you. 

Not after that. 

Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all. 

"It's an acquired taste."

It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag. 

You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops? 

Childlike promises. 

Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare. 

"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."

There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature. 

But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.

She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer. 

"Right, right."

You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars. 

Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest. 

Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike. 

"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch. 

You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept. 

Equal measures warmth and disgust. 

You roll your eyes, play up your role. 

"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."

It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level. 

She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand. 

It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon. 

There's a subtle dance to it all. 

"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought. 

Because duh, of you would. 

So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture. 

Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness. 

You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter. 

"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."

It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions. 

She enjoys it, the way you see through her.

She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all. 

"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets. 

It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait. 

You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues. 

There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all. 

"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment. 

After the dust settles. 

A secret just for you. 

"She's the one who made the chocolates." 

The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves. 

Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form. 

"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."

There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath. 

Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else. 

She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air. 

A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you. 

It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights. 

You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you. 

It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes. 

You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment. 

After all, who wears heels to an investigation? 

Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—

Don't think about it. 

“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”

But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away. 

For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating. 

You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake. 

"Is that what you want?" 

There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?" 

Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend. 

No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind. 

Betrayal of the heart. 

"Be honest and you might get a prize."

It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket. 

It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love. 

She feigns it all the same. 

"It would be funny."

Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence. 

"Look me in the eye."

A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison. 

"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat. 

Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt. 

It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance. 

Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously. 

Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought. 

It's a quiet, reassuring comfort. 

There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver. 

"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"

Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips. 

"You always will." 

You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach. 

"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."

Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside. 

"I don't think I'll mind this time."

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable II - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister! Reader ✨

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court's spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he'd eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on-with Elain, your brother's mate's middle sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that - more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

a/n: Thank you all so much for all the love on the first part of this story! If you want to be added to the tag list, either comment or message or send me an ask :)

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Part II

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The minute you guys winnowed into the foyer of the River House, you were nearly tackled to the ground by your own brother. He spun you in a circle, greeting you as if you’d just come back from a war or something. You couldn’t help but giggle at his huge overreaction.

“You act like I’ve been gone for years,” you laughed.

“It felt like it,” he replied, giving you what you assumed was his best impression of a sad puppy dog—an odd sight to see on such a powerful High Lord.

He had barely set you down when you were scooped up into someone else’s arms. Luckily Cassian wasn’t as dramatic as your brother. He pulled away to hold you at arm's length, taking a sweeping glance down your body. 

“You’ve lost some muscle mass and what is this you’re wearing,” he chided in a teasing, affectionate tone. “Are you even still part of the night court, y/n?”

A scoff sounded from behind the General and you peeked over his shoulder to see Azriel standing there, his arms crossed. “She’s only been gone for three months.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him and you quickly pulled your eyes away, ignoring the strain in your chest. You jokingly shoved Cassian away from you. “I’m gone for three months and the first thing you say to me is that I’ve lost muscle? Can take the boy out of Illyria but not Illyria out of the boy.” 

“Damn right,” Cassian said proudly as you stepped around him, finding the rest of your family lounging about in the sitting room. “Besides, do my letters to you not count as talking?”

You rolled your eyes before giving Azriel a smile. He dipped his head in greeting, his eyes trailing over your form, but made no move to embrace you like the other two. 

“You wrote letters to Cass and Rhys,” he said. “But not to me? I thought I was your favorite.”

“Rhys demanded I write to him. And Cass wrote to me first.” You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. 

A muscle ticked in his jaw when he met your eyes again but he said nothing else so you brushed past him, squeezing him on the shoulder as you did, determined to not let his presence squander the confidence you had built up these past months. 

As soon as you stepped into the sitting room, a baby was pushed into your arms. You smiled at Feyre, pressing a kiss to her cheek in greeting and happily accepting to hold Nyx, your nephew. “It’s good to see you, y/n. Being on the continent has done you wonders. You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you, I’ve been immensely enjoying my time there. But I missed you too, Fey,” you replied with a wink before hoisting the baby further up in your arms to snuggle against his head. “And Gods, I missed you, little one.”

“He missed you too, you know.” You looked up at Rhys who was leaning against the back of the chair Feyre had plopped down in. “You’re the only one who knows how to make him laugh when he’s in one of his moods.”

You saw his words for what they truly were - ammunition. A way to guilt you to stay. The sad part was it kind of worked. If there was anyone you’d drop everything for, it was your nephew. “I think you guys did just fine without me.”

“Some of us did,” Amren piped up. “Others wouldn’t shut up about you. ‘What do you think y/n is doing right now?’ ‘When do you think she is going to come home?’ ‘Send me to the continent to check on y/n.’” She mocked, glaring at your brother. But then her glare shifted to the shadowsinger who gave her an unamused look. Your cheeks turned pink. Had she been including Azriel in that…  

“I’m glad you’re finally spreading those wings, girl. It’s about time,” Amren continued, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Anyways,” Mor cut in. “Are you going to tell us what is so important that you dragged me and your sister back for?”

“I will, during our family dinner,” Rhys said. “We’re still waiting for Lucien.”

You couldn’t help but glance at Elain, who looked just about as uncomfortable as you did. It wasn’t that you specifically had anything against the fox. But he had been the close companion of the male who was the reason your mother was dead, the reason you had almost lost your wings and your life that fateful night. It made it hard to be around him without thinking of Tamlin, which brought back those painful memories. 

Conversation turned normal after that and you tried to keep your eyes away from the shadowsinger. Instead you listened to Cassian and Nesta talk about the improvements the Valkyries had made in the three months you were gone. You promised Cass that you’d go to training with them tomorrow morning. 

Lucien finally showed up and the small party was moved to the dining room. You took a seat next to Cassian and your heart nearly froze as you watched the redhead enter and make his way towards the empty chair next to you. You clenched your skirt in your fist but before he could take it, Azriel cut in front of him and claimed the chair as his. 

You gave him a small, grateful smile. He nodded and you turned away as Elain sat down next to him. Great. Perfect. Now you’d have to listen to them all night. Perhaps the fox would’ve been a better choice. 

Dinner was served and you poked at your food. Your proximity to the shadowsinger made your appetite minimal. You leaned your head against Cass’s shoulder, taking comfort in him. Cassian had always felt like a second big brother to you. And he treated you as such. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured to you, stacking more food on your plate. “You’ve got to eat if you’re going to come train with us tomorrow.” 

Nesta rolled her eyes from next to him and you covered your grin. You were about to reply when Rhys stood. The room quieted when he cleared his throat. “Feyre and I have invited you here tonight for a reason. Would you like to do the honors, darling?” He tilted his head to her and she stood, smiling.

You couldn’t help but melt at the sight of your brother and his mate. You were so happy he finally had the life he deserved. Feyre placed her tattooed hand on her stomach and your eyes widened, a gasp escaping your mouth as you realized what this announcement was.

“I’m pregnant again,” she said, pure happiness in her voice. “With a little baby girl.”

Cheers and shouts erupted around the room but you were the first to jump up and hug Feyre. You couldn’t stop smiling as you let her go to be embraced by the others, taking your brother in your arms instead. 

“Congratulations,” you whispered in his ear. “I’m so happy for you, Rhysie.” 

“I can’t believe it,” he muttered back. “Another baby. In less than two years.”

You felt claws scrape against your mental shield. 

We’re going to name her after mother. We’ve already discussed it. 

You pulled back with shock, looking up into his eyes to make sure he was telling the truth. Tears lined his eyes as he nodded at you. A small cry broke from your lip as you hugged him again. When you finally composed yourself, you let him go so the others could have their turn with him. You stood off to the side, wiping your tears.

You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the male who fell into place next to you. “Are you alright?” 

You looked up at Azriel who was watching you with concern in those beautiful hazel eyes. You nodded, clearing your throat. “They’re going to name her after our mother. After Selene.” 

Azriel’s eyes widened and then he glanced at your brother, a small smile on his lips. You know how much Azriel and Cassian had loved your mother too. Had felt the loss of her all the same. You sucked in a breath and wiped away any lingering tears. 

Azriel looked back down at you, his eyes searching your face. Part of you wanted to use your daemati gifts, to take a peek inside his head, to see what he was thinking. But you would never cross that line. 

“You’ve got make-up,” he said, gesturing towards your face. “Here.” 

You went to wipe it but he grabbed your hand. “Let me.”  

He conjured a cloth napkin in his hand and gripped your chin with his other gloved hand, tilting your face up at him. Your eyes widened at his touch and you froze in place, your breath caught in your throat. He dapped at a spot on your check, just below your eye. 

You hated the effect he had on you. How his scent wrapped around you, his mere presence clouding your mind. Hated how you wished to step closer to him. This wasn’t the first time he had done something as intimate as this with you but those moments were far and few between. 

He was surprisingly gentle as he wiped at your face, his hand never leaving your chin even as his other fell back to his side. He stared down at you with an indiscernible emotion and your eyes bounced between his. Part of you wished this small moment would never end. But wishing and praying had never done you any good and the moment was over before you knew it. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Elain had made her way over to you and Azriel dropped his grip on you like your skin had burned him. You swallowed harshly, looking at the girl who had captured his heart in the short time she had been here. 

“I’m okay, Elain,” you replied with a little dip of your head. “Just a bit emotional is all.” 

She smiled at you and you wished more than anything that you could hate her. But you couldn’t. She had only ever been sweet to you. Only ever wanted to be your friend. “I can’t believe we’re about to have another baby around here. You’ll have to help me set up the nursery for Feyre again, y/n!”

“Of course!”

Elain’s hand rested on Azriel’s bicep and the sight made the dinner you had just eaten churn in your stomach. You needed to get away from them. It hadn’t been long enough. You hadn’t been away long enough to get rid of these stupid feelings. You glanced back at Azriel to find him still looking at you. You mustered up the will to give them a parting smile before dipping away. 

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Feyre and Rhysand had called it a night after some time celebrating but Mor had declared the night wasn’t over. At least not for you two. You hadn’t hesitated to agree to go to Rita’s—ready to let loose after having to deal with the heartache of being near Azriel and Elain. 

Cassian and Nesta decided to come as well. And then to everyone’s surprise, Azriel had also said he’d come which made Elain shyly say she’d come as well. Just when you’d thought you’d have a moment of relief, the Mother had decided to spite you again. Perhaps she was just trying to drill home the point that Azriel would never be yours. 

Mor passed you another shot glass and you chugged it before even asking what was in it. All you knew was you wanted to be drunk—and fast. You were squeezed between Nesta and Mor in the large booth your group occupied. 

Your eyes flicked to the other side of the table. Azriel and Elain sat there, both sipping on their drinks. Neither of them looked comfortable and you wondered why they even bothered to come. 

“I wanna dance,” you slurred, pouting at Mor. You shoved at your cousin to let you out of the booth and she chuckled, moving out of the way. 

“Take Mor with you, sweetheart.”

Nesta elbowed Cassian in his side. “She’s not a little girl, Cass.”

“She’s fine on her own,” Mor bit, backing up Nesta. “Besides, we can still see her from here.”

You missed the disapproving glare Azriel threw at Mor who rolled her eyes at him. The alcohol had finally taken effect, making you feel carefree. You let the music take over as you pushed your way into the dancing crowd. 

For once you basked in the attention you were receiving and when you felt large hands wrap around your waist from behind, you didn’t falter like you might’ve before. You glanced up to see a high fae male smirking down at you. He was handsome with brown eyes and shaggy blonde hair.

You gave him your family’s signature feline grin and decided to just go with it—anything to get the shadowsinger out of your mind. 

“Don’t,” Mor growled at Azriel as he went to stand up, his eyes locked on you and the male. Cassian watched with an annoyed frown. “Let her have fun. She knows how to handle herself.” 

You were oblivious to the two disgruntled bats at the table though. A few more songs passed before the male grabbed your hand and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Come. Let me buy you a drink.”

You smiled and let him drag you to the bar. His hand slid to your lower back as you watched him place an order for both of you. He turned to hand you the drink the bartender made and his eyes widened as he looked at something over your shoulder. 

Your brows furrowed until that familiar scent hit you. 

“Leave us,” Azriel growled at him from behind you. 

The male glanced between the two of you. “Sorry, I didn’t know she was here with someone.” 

“I’m not here with him.” You crossed your arms, annoyed. The male’s eyebrow quirked up in amusement, looking back at Azriel.

“Well, it seems like the lady doesn’t want you here, pal,” he said. “So why don’t you leave us?” 

A sliver of fear crossed his eyes as Azriel took a step forward, his hard chest pressing into your back. “Get lost,” he snarled, his voice pure ice. “Now.” 

Your mouth dropped open as the male scurried off this time, evidently not wanting a confrontation with the shadowsinger. You whirled around to see Azriel glaring down at you. You pushed him away with a hand to his chest. 

“What is your problem?!” 

“My problem?” he snapped back at you. “That male was clearly going to take advantage of you. You should be thanking me for scaring him off.”

“Why the hell should I thank you! He wasn’t taking advantage of me. I wanted to be with that guy.”

“And he probably just wanted to use you to get close to Rhys for power or money—who knows.” 

You felt a dagger pierce your heart at his words, at his unflinching cold stare. “Right. Because no one would ever want me for anything else. No one might ever just be interested in me and not my connection to Rhys.”

“Oh don’t be naive, y/n,” Azriel said, coldly. Your mouth dropped open, tears started building in your eyes at his cruelty. But then anger finally started to rise, overpowering the hurt.

“Just because you don’t desire me like that, doesn’t mean other males don’t as well! I am not a child anymore, Azriel. I know exactly what males want from me and I also know what I want from them. So do me a favor and leave me alone.”

You chugged the drink in your hand before slamming the glass on the counter.

“Y/n, that’s not what I—”

You turned away, not wanting to hear anything else he said. You couldn’t bear anymore hurt. All you wanted to do was go somewhere else. Somewhere he wasn't so you could unleash the tears stinging your eyes. 

His cold hand grabbed your wrist and whirled you back around. “This conversation isn’t over,” he bit out but you shrugged yourself out of his grip. 

“Yes it is,” you ground out through your teeth. “In fact, instead of sticking your nose in my business, why don’t you worry about your girlfriend’s.”

“My what—”

Azriel turned his head to follow your line of sight back to the booth you had all been sitting at before. Elain sat there alone, Mor likely dancing and Nesta and Cassian probably off making out somewhere. Some guy was leaning against the table talking to Elain, who looked incredibly uncomfortable. 

You didn’t wait to hear Azriel’s response, using the distraction to storm off and disappear in the crowd—your first night had officially been ruined.

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The last place you wanted to be today was the House of Wind, but you had promised Cassian and Nesta you’d show up for Valkyrie training and you knew one of them would come looking for you if you hadn’t. You could feel Azriel’s eyes on you from across the training ring but ignored him, keeping your focus on Cass. 

“Alright,” Cass said, clapping his hands together. He had just led you guys through a series of exercises and you could already feel some sweat dripping down your back. “Let’s move on to sparring. Pair up and get started. Y/n, you’re with me today! Got to get you back up to speed.”

You made your way to Cassian but were intercepted by Azriel stepping in between you two. “I’ll take over her training. The new girls need more help.” 

Cassian raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged and walked off, leaving you alone with the shadowsinger. You clenched your fists, not at all happy with having to work with Azriel today when you wanted to avoid him. You were still upset with the way he talked to you last night. 

“Come,” he barked, not even looking at you. “We’ll take the back corner.”

He strode off without even making sure you were following. You let out a puff of air. Great, he was in that sort of mood. 

As soon as you were within range, he tossed you a training sword. You barely caught it, taken off guard. 

“Let’s see how much you’ve regressed while galavanting on the continent.” His tone was cold, clearly as upset with you as you were with him. Before you could even get into a starting position, he came at you. You let out a startled noise, blocking his attack. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. Fine, if this was how he wanted to play, you weren’t going to be the one to back down. 

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

You could barely catch your breath, evading another one of his attacks. Class had already wrapped up, most Priestesses packing up their things to go back to the library. But Azriel hadn’t let up one bit.

“Class is over, Az,” you panted, side stepping another attack. “Can we stop?”

“Class is over when I say it is,” he growled at you. He lifted his sword above his head and came down with an overhead attack. You had to roll out of the way to avoid it. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You snapped, putting some distance between you and him, trying to steady yourself. Azriel had never treated you like this before.

“You’re the one who declared you’re not a child anymore last night,” he snapped back at you. “So I’m not treating you like one. Suck it up, princess, and either disarm me or surrender.”

You gritted your teeth together, annoyed that he was acting like such a prick. Why the hell was he so upset with you? You had done nothing to him. 

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Shut up and fight me,” he growled. “Or surrender and go back to being coddled by your brother like always.” 

Fury sparked a fire in your gut. Since when did you ever ask to be coddled by Rhys? He had been the one that was overprotective, to the point of being paranoid. All you ever did was try to be the person your brother expected you to be, to not have him worry over you. You attacked him this time but he was quick to parry. You felt frustrated tears start to build in your eyes.

“Oh don’t start crying now,” Azriel snarled. “You asked for this.” 

“I never asked for anything from you!” You could hardly keep your sword in your hand, your body shaking from the anger you felt. 

“Because your brother caters to your every need.” He spat out the word brother like it was a curse and that only fueled the fire building in you. “He gives you everything you want, takes care of you, and still you decide to go run off to the continent, causing him to constantly worry about you.”

“Fuck you,” you snapped. “And keep my brother out of this. You know nothing about our relationship!”

He maneuvered behind you, using his free arm to wrap around your neck and pull you flush against his body. You were both panting, both sweating. You could faintly hear Cassian yelling at you guys to stop but you ignored him, too lost in your own anger.

Azriel leaned down, his breath dancing against your ear. “I know you’re just a burden to him. Just another responsibility that fell on his shoulders.” 

The breath was expelled from your lungs, your stomach twisted into a knot. A burden? Is that how Rhys truly saw you? Just something he was being forced to take care of? 

You elbowed Azriel in the stomach and kicked him in the chest away from you. He slid to a stop in the sand but then came back twice as hard. You tried to evade, tried to parry his attacks, but it was no use. You were not close to being the warrior Azriel was.

A knock to your wrist had your sword flying from you hand and you fell on your backside, scooting away from him. He didn’t seem to notice he had unarmed you and raised his sword to slash at you again. You let out a whimper of fear and lifted your hands up to block your face. 

The sword sliced down the middle of your palm and you let out a pained cry. Azriel immediately froze, towering over your much smaller form on the ground. His eyes widened, the sword slipped out of his hand and suddenly Cassian was in between you two, his wings flaring out to block you as he shoved Azriel in the chest—hard. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cassian screamed at him. He shoved him again but Azriel paid him no mind, his eyes stuck on you still sitting on the floor, now cradling your hand to your chest as blood dripped down your skin. 

“Y/n…” Your name came from his lips, pure anguish in his voice as he stared at you in horror, as if now realizing he had gone way too far. You scrambled to your feet, fighting to rein in your tears. 

Azriel stepped towards you but Cassian grabbed him by the shoulder roughly. “No, leave her alone. Why don’t you tell me what the hell that was?!”

Nesta was glancing between you and Azriel in shock and when she started to make her way towards you, you magick your wings, unfurled them, and took off into the sky as agony ripped through you. 

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

You had hoped to make it to your bedroom before running into anyone, but as per usual, the Mother decided to spite you. You nearly crashed into Rhys as you hurried down the hall. He caught you by your shoulders, his nostrils flaring as he smelt blood, before he looked down at you in surprise. 

"Are you okay?" he asked before taking in the tears still pouring down your face. "Y/n, what happened? Why are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," you mumbled, trying to skirt around him but he yanked you into his office. 

"It's not nothing," he said through clenched teeth, "You're bleeding and crying. Who hurt you?" 

"It was just an accident during training this morning. I'm fine." 

"Dove, please, I've seen you hurt worse than this and you never shed a tear then," he said, stroking your hair. "What happened?"

You couldn't hold it in anymore, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. "Am...am I a b-burden to you?"

"What?" he gasped in surprise. "Where did you get that idea?"

You shook your head, sniffling. Rhys sighed and pulled you into a hug. "Dove, you are not a burden to me. I don't know why you'd ever think that. I love you so much, too much perhaps. If anything, I'm the one who's burdened you with my incessant worrying."

You wished you felt relief but it just made you cry even more. Your brother continued to stroke your hair, holding you close. "Who caused you to think that?"

"No one," you mumbled into his chest. "It's nothing. I just thought—I don't know." 

Rhys pulled back to hold you at arm's length. You tried to avoid eye contact with him but he gripped your chin and forced you to look up at him. Anger was swirling in his eyes. "Tell me who hurt you. Tell me who caused this." 

You shook your head, not wanting to cause a fight between your brother and Azriel. His eyes glazed over for a second and you knew he was communicating with someone in his head. You felt yourself tense up. When his focus came back to you, that anger had grown into rage. You knew he had probably asked Cassian what happened at training and you cursed at the General for snitching. 

He stepped around you and stalked towards the door just as Feyre entered his office. She gasped in surprise as she caught sight of the two of you. "Gods, what happened?"

Rhys brushed past her. "Stay here with her."

Feyre's eyebrows narrowed in confusion. "Rhys, what's going on? Where are you going?" 

He glanced at her over her shoulder, his teeth bared in a snarl. "I'm going to go kick Azriel's ass."

And then he disappeared in a swirl of darkness. 

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[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober <3

phone sex

Oscar x reader

warning: masturbation, swearing

You had just walked in your shared apartment when your phone rang. You saw Oscars name pop up and you thought, how odd. It’s practically midnight in Qatar while it’s mid afternoon where you were. 

“Osc? Is everything alright?” You asked as you set your things down and tried to focus on the conversation. It was quiet for a minute, then you could hear Oscar breathing heavily. “H-hey yeah, I’m alright just..frustrated from the results today.”

You smiled as you heard his accent in certain words he said. “I know baby, I’m so sorry they did that to you. Mid interview too? Brutal. How are you though?” 

Oscar barely heard your question, to busy stroking his cock softly, whining queitly. “Ozzy? You don’t sound very good, are you okay?” He lifted up his shirt so he could see his torso and pants down to his knees, like you would. “Yeah love I’m alright just uhm, keep talking. I missed your voice.” 

You made a confused face behind the phone. Oscar isn’t usually a feelings kind of person, he showed affection quietly, always level headed, and rarely did he ever call you just to hear you talk. “Uhm yeah okay sure..” You launched into everything you did, the mall, the grocery store. All the things you got for him today, every small detail mattered.

Meanwhile, Oscar was trying to hold in every sound that wanted to escape. His big hand moved up and down slowly amongst his shaft, his thumb coming around to gently circle the head. His hips stuttered as he thought about your hands instead of his. How you’d praise him, tell him how good he looked, or how hard she made him. You’d also already have your mouth on him, licking a long stripe up his cock, sucking on the head, using your hands-

“Osc? You almost finished, or should I keep going?” 

He paused his hand, “W-what? I uhm what do you mean?” You giggled and he swore he almost came just from that. 

“Baby, you aren’t exactly subtle. I can hear your hand stroking yourself, and you aren’t doing much to conceal those adorable whimpers. Go ahead, keep going.”

He moaned and moved his hand a little faster. He could only hear some shuffling on the other end, “Y/N?” 

“Yeah baby? Sorry, I was just getting out of my clothes, can’t just let you have fun can I?”

“No right, absolutely, whatever you want love.” He couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine you alone in bed, naked, fingers running over your body. “Tell me what to do Ozzy, guide me through it.” oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. You could not be saying things like that to him right now, in that low whisper and whiny voice that gets him going. 

“Run your hands down your chest, give those gorgeous tits a squeeze ah fuck-rub your nipple for me baby.” He listened closely to the small sounds you made, knowing exactly what you were doing by the pitch change of your moans. “That’s it, atta girl. Now take your hand and touch your pussy-just a finger, feel how wet you are. God I bet your soaking huh sweetheart?” He needed to slow down, take a deep breath so he doesn’t blow his lid. 

“Yeah Osc, fucking wet. Soaking my fingers-just for you, only you” His heart almost stopped. 

The way you spoke, the moans, the whines, he missed it all. He could almost smell you, feel you around his fingers, even a continent away. 

“Yeah? Couldn’t take it anymore huh love? Just needed a reason to touch yourself. Fuck I wish I was there, I miss your pussy, the smell the taste, everything.” He could hear you fucking yourself. He could hear your fingers plunging in and out of you. He could hear your hips moving along the bed, the neediness of it all. “Ozzy, baby, please come with me oh god please.” 

“Y-yeah, I’m here, I’m right there with you.” he squeezed himself tighter as he stroked himself a little faster. Listening to your moans and gasps of his name, he came. Not a second later he heard you still, and your hips drop back down to the bed. 

No one said anything for awhile, just heavy panting as you both came down. 

Just as he started to drift off, “Oscar?”

“Mmm yeah?”

You giggled and pulled the blankets over your naked body, “I love you but next time just tell me you need to get off.” 

He smiled, “yeah alright, seems fair.”

[heeberry]

Wong Kahei | Sealed Lips

Request: I can definitely imagine a #19 fluffy scenario with vivi!

Prompt: “your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?”

Gender Neutral Reader!

A/n: apologies for it being somewhat short but yass first vivi fic !

“Sorry I took so long the line was longer than I expected it to be” you smile apologetically toward your girlfriend, handing her a cup of hot chocolate.

Kahei hummed, the shivers down her spine dying down when she held the cup with both hands, feeling the warmth of the cup travel through her body. She thanks you before taking a sip.

You lean back in the bench, taking in the white scenery around you. It was one of the coldest weathers you had dealt with. The wind caused goosebumps to appear over your body, teeth clenched hard and eyes squinting when the cold hit your face. You began rubbing your palms against your thighs in hopes of the friction to bring warmth to your frozen in place legs while you watch Kahei finish her drink.

Silence filled the air between the two of you, enjoying the background noise of children throwing snowballs at each other, screaming when the built up ice ball hits their backs.

Kahei turned to face you practically shivering, your cheeks rosy red and nose runny. Your breath was shallow, desperate to find contact of warmth but failing to do so.

She slightly giggled at your lips quivering, “y/n? your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?”

You smile and nod rapidly in reply as Kahei sets her cup behind her, cupping your cheeks. You pucker your lips when she leans in to kiss you, the warmth of her lips after drinking the steamy hot chocolate transferring to your lips as the two of you moved in sync.

Your hands snake around your waist to pull her closer, bodies flushed against each other.

Though the moment didn’t last long, Kahei pulled away but you kept your hands where they were, “feeling any warmer?”

You shook your head with a small frown making her eyebrows crease in confusion, “how come?”

“You pulled away” you say, “maybe if you kiss me longer I’ll feel more warmer.”

Her eyebrows rest, blushing slightly at your somewhat of a request to kiss you again. She cupped your face once more, taking in all your features and pecked your lips before actually latching her lips onto your own again.

Your lips linger onto hers a little while longer before pulling away once more.

“Definitely feeling a lot warmer now.”

[wonik1ss]

party on —

pairing : vampire kim lip loona x f!reader

song rec : nonsense - sabrina carpenter

It was a typical night in your college dorm shared with your bff heejin. you were busy studying for this big upcoming test while she procrastinated by going to another college party.

“ Y/n do you know we’re my red pumps are? “. Heejin wined as she looked all over the place for her brand new shoes.

“ I don’t know where they are maybe check the bathroom “. You said as you were busy flipping through tons of books trying your best to study for the test that was practically just knocking at your door.

“ Maybe this is a sign you should’nt go to this party and should instead study for it like me “. You said as Heejin walked back into the room rolling her eyes and then smirking.

“ First this isn’t a sign you and me know you don’t believe in that shit, and second these aren’t for me there for you “. She said as she finally found her pumps and went over to your desk dangling them over your head.

“ You know you want to… “. Heejin said as she tried to hypnotize you but it only ended in the two of you laughing.

“.. I guess I can I mean we have 3 days till the test so I guess one night- “.

“ YES ok I have this nice black dress you can wear and “. You laughed as you watched Heejin running around your dorm like a lion looking for its prey or in this instance some clothes for you to wear.

Boy was this going to hectic night..

-

As the two of you approached the house Heejin asked you again if her make up was ok, before knocking on the door and being welcomed in by a drink Choerry.

“ Welcome gu- OMG IS THAT.. Y/N “. Choerry screamed as every looked over in shock to see the schools book worm aka you; at the door step in heejins slick black dress red pumps and red jewelry to compliment.

“ I CANT BELIVE SHE GORT YOU TO COME “. Choerry continued to yell as she let you two in and then got taken away by who you assumed to be one of her other friends. Just as you were about to dash for the the door heejin grabbed you hand and said.

“ No ditching me.. I got my eyes and ears everywhere, so just have fun and get flat out drunk “. Heejin said as she saw her group of friends and ran to say hi.

Now instead of ditching like you wanted to two seconds ago you decided to listen to Heejin ; and found your way to the kitchen to make yourself a drink you knew what kind of things had in it.

“ Omg Y/n is that you? “. You turned around to see your friend Jinsoul staring at you like she saw a ghost mouth ajar and all.

“ Ya Heejin finally got me to go to one of these.. partys “. You said slightly smiling as Jinsoul as drunk as ever hung on to each and every word you said.

“ Well that’s greet, and since your here you should talk to my bff Kim Lip I think she’s- “.

“ Right here “. The redhead said as she stepped in front of Jinsoul now looking you up and down ; like you were some treat she couldn’t wait to eat.

“ Ok so now that you have some company I think ima go do some shots with Yves and Choerry “. Jinsoul said as she stumbled her way out of the kitchen and into the ; living room to meet the two other wasted girls.

“ You much more pretty in person “. Kim Lip said as she looked at your right eye then your lip and then your left eye and then began to lick her lips. Your face started to blush after you noticed what she was doing. As you thought you thought to yourself.

“ Heejin must’ve really worked her magic on me “.

“ Ya she did.. but I wanna see them in a better lighting “. Kim Lip said as your face turned confused and she grabbed you hand and dragged you to the nearest room.

-

Once you got in she locked the door and guided you to the bed. You were sorry to say this but you were a little wasted too.

“ Now this is better now I can see you in your full beauty “. Kim lip said as you giggled as she caressed your face.. eyes looking like they were glowing.. red.

“ I could just take a bite out of you.. “. Kim lip seductively said as she pinned you to the head of the bed ; now making two small sized bites in your neck. As you groaned not knowing if this was supposed to be pleasure or not the door opened.

“ WE GOT TO GO NOW Y/N THE COPS ARE ON THE WAY YOU GOT 2 MINUTES “. Heejin ran in and as quickly as she did ran out barely able to to even turn the corner before she started to barf.

You lazily moved you face to see Kim lips as blooded dripped from her fangs and her lip.

“ Was.. that.. tasty “. You said as you eyes started to flicker closed as you wiped a bit of the blood of of Kim lips lip.

“ Ya.. I would go for more but I don’t wanna suck your blood in jail “. She said as she started to pick you up bridle style as you started to giggle.

-

Kim Lip handed you over to Heejin’s and your dd and was about to leave before you said.

“ Wait I need your number I wanna see you again “. Lazily trying as hard as you could to keep your eyes open.

“ You will see me soon Y/n… just party on.. “. The redhead said as she seemed to disappear into thin air as the sun started to rise.

You got into the car and buckled in and did the same for Heejin as she started to speak.

“ See I told you partying would be fun “. As you let her lean her head on your shoulder you looked out the window an said.

“ Ya.. I think I might just continue to party on too “.

[loonamblr]

Softly

 Loona Kim Lip x female reader

story of a girl who really really likes Kim Lip

author’s note: Hello! This might be an impulsive post from me but this work has been sitting on my drafts for a year now. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the errors

warnings: mentions of panic and cursing.

You are playing an online computer game with Hyeju when Gowon and their other friends came to their house.

"Hyeju, I'm gonna smoke the mid window and going towards the connector." You said to her via discord. "Aight! Someone is in b short. Take care, I don't have any smokes left." She answered back.

You heard shootings on the Mid part of the map, "Unnie, I died." Hyeju bluntly said. You shake your head because you and your other teammate are the only players alive on your team.

"Can you tell me where's the last enemy?..Hyeju?" You said staying focused on the game while waiting for the younger girl to answer. "Well, idk, I forgot. You can do it." She cheered you fast before she muted her mic.

 You mentally facepalmed and a deep sigh escaped from your mouth.

You hide behind the boxes while waiting for the enemy to plant the bomb. Your teammate told you that the enemy is going in his direction, so you get out to your position to help him and kill the opponent.

You won the game. The monitor flashes the game's loadout. "Hey, Hyeju! Are you up for another game?" You asked her not even sure if she's still on the server. 

"Well... I think tomorrow's the next game! Hyunjin unnie has something to tell you, wait..let me call her. Hyunjin unniee!!!" 

The ability of this girl to shout amaze you every time. "Yah! Y/n, do you have something to do today??" A furry asked you using her sister's mic.

 "Not really. Why?" You answer as you exit the game. "Come here. Let's watch some movies and eat pizza." 

She said trying to suppress her chuckle. Your left eyebrow lifts, sensing that she has a plan "Stop holding your chuckles, Hyunjin. What are you planning?". 

The girl finally let out her chuckle, "It's nothing, Hyeju just said something.". "If Hyeju said something that made you chuckle then it's not nothing, lmao" you reasoned out.

 "Shut tf up, just come here you little." She said. "Excuse me, I'm taller than you." You said and immediately disconnected to the discord server's channel and shut down your computer. You checked your watch and saw it's already quarter to 6 in the evening.

You simply wear a brown knitted sweater, white pants and a pair of converse. You hop onto your motorbike and drove to their house. You often go there to watch movies or sometimes to play with their dogs and cats.

You became close to them since you went to the same soccer academy where Hyunjin is also enrolled and met her there. Since then, you two are on the same soccer team from high school to college. And your parents and her's became close friends.

Even you are friends with her and her sisters, they still have their own group of friends and you have yours, hence, you know and are close to some of them because they were your classmates before, while the others were your club mates.

When they go to Hyunjin's house, they often invited you but you always decline. Because there's a certain blonde that makes you red as a tomato, even she's just sitting there, breathing.

Hyunjin is aware of that and teases you whenever she can.

You parked your motorbike outside their house and press their doorbell while you're removing your helmet. You fix your hair, looking at their tall grey gate waiting for someone to open it.

You're about to message Hyunjin but the gate suddenly opened. Flashing your sweetest smile to the girl who's brighter than the sun "Oh Y/n Unnie is here!" Yerim shouted and got Hyunjin's attention through the opened main door. The jolly girl welcomed you and went inside.

You entered the gate and midway towards the door, you recognized the cars in their parking area. You turned your heel, half running to the gate but Hyunjin is faster and grabbed you from behind.

"Wtf! Put me down you fcking furry!" You shout but trying not to be that loud and mentally asking Yerim for some help. Punching her arms with your right fist because the other hand has your helmet, but her grip on you is so firm and super tight that you almost can't breathe, she slowly drags you. 

She's hardly laughing because her plan work. She already knows that you will turn down her invitation if you know her friends, especially Jungeun is also in their house, so she planned this all.

Heejin, who's looking for Hyunjin, went outside to see her girlfriend who's laughing her ass out while holding you tightly. She called the two of you. You almost thanked god because he spare you some help but you were wrong.

"Heejin, help me. This furry won't let go of me. I can't even breathe." You felt Hyunjin loosen up the grip a little bit and you see this as a chance but then she grasps you again, this time more firmly. She brings you and walks towards the door. "Ouch!" you mumbled.

"Yah! Hyunjin! Stop dragging. You're hurting her, bring her down." The bunny scolded her partner who listened to her but still chuckled. "Can you stop laughing for a second? I'm dying here, mentally and physically." You whispered.

Thinking that you'll be in the same house with Jungeun will be the death of you. You tried to escape once again while pretending to fix your sweater and hair but Hyunjin is smiling and already blocked the gate using her body. Heejin laughed at her girlfriend's antics. She also knew about your crush on Jungeun and already set her mind to join Hyunjin in teasing you.

You look up to the sky, sighing in defeat. "Go inside, Y/N. If you try to escape again, I will call Hyeju to throw you on Jungeun Unnie." 

Your friend smiles sheepishly. You shook your head and throw your helmet to her, who catches it in time. "Open the gates. I'll park my motor here. My baby is in danger if I let it outside your house." You said accepting the defeat.

 "But your baby is inside, sitting on our couch." She teased you and her girlfriend clapping while silently laughing. You shook your head for the second time, thinking how crazy these two were. You raise your middle finger to Hyunjin, who's obviously laughing again being proud of herself.

She opened the gates and you drive your motor inside and parked it.

play it cool. Don't make something embarrassing.

cheering yourself silently.

Heejin opens the door and Hyunjin is the first one to enter the house. "Y/n is here, everyone!" She excitedly announced.

You always remind yourself to keep calm and don't panic, as if a disaster is happening.

You greeted Yerim, who's alone in the living room, "Hello again".

The couple you are with earlier, are now sitting on the couch creating their own world. Yerim patted the space next to her while holding some snacks, gesturing you to sit beside her. Noticing the others are missing in the living room, you're about to ask Yerim when a little frog hops onto you, "Unnie!". 

You rub her back chuckling while she's hugging and sitting on your lap "Yeojinnie!". "It's been a long time, unnie" she said enthusiastically."Yeojin, I saw you last Wednesday at our practice." you shake your head to the kid. "Well, 3 days is a long time for me." her nose scrunched up and you can't help but pinch her cheeks.

"How's college for you little frog?". You asked her and she answered with a deep sigh, "Next question please."

Yeojin is in her 1st year of college so she's still adjusting herself. "Where's Hyeju and the others btw?".

 "Hyeju and Chaewon unnie are getting their Nintendo switch upstairs. They said they want to play Mario Kart with other unnies. And as for them, Haseul unnie, Vivi unnie, Kim lip unnie and Sooyoung unnie are in the kitchen. The two other unnies, Jinsoul unnie, and Chuu unnie haven't arrived yet." Nodding to her appreciating her effort to answer your questions.

After a few minutes, Hyeju and Chaewon are seen walking down the stairs holding their Nintendo switch and you failed to notice the smirk on the baby wolf's face.

 You and Yerim sat down on the carpeted floor to position yourselves in front of the tv. Chaewon greeted you and handed you a single joy-con. 

Hyeju sat right beside you and Chaewon sat next to her while the little bean, Yeojin, sat in the middle.

You are picking a character when the unnies came back from the kitchen bringing 2 pitchers of juice and glasses. "Oh, Y/n!" Haseul greeted

After some time you're getting comfortable. Knowing that Kim lip is just almost next to you. At times, you caught her staring at you, well, she also caught you too.

Wishing your face wasn't blushing at those times but you always hear Hyunjin's or Hyeju's if not a chuckle they scoffed. Well, since you get comfortable, you sometimes throw a joke or you and Hyeju are bickering that made them laugh. Especially Sooyoung, she really enjoyed the bickering show, and of course, she's in favor of you.

The unnies decided to eat dinner first before proceeding for a movie marathon. So the rest of you decided to get take-out. The maknaes requested some pizza and chicken.

Most of you finished eating so Kim lip and Jinsoul cleans the mess at the center table. Hyunjin went to the kitchen to bring some dirty glasses.

"Y/n is so funny. Let's keep her." Jiwoo said while holding her tummy, didn't know if her tummy is aching because she was full or because of laughing. "Thank you, but my parents will be sad, unnie." They laughed, even Jinsoul and Kim lip.

A small smile flashed to your lips when you hear Kim Lip's laugh.

Actually, you are thinking if they're getting crazy because they find almost everything you said hilariously.

"Ahhh I think they're more likely to be happy," Hyeju smirked. You hummed, "Hmm, maybe, then I'll be the one who is sad..." and excused yourself "..Excuse me, I'm going to wash my hand." standing up to go to the kitchen.

You checked your wristwatch to check the time. Seeing the short arm striking at 9 pm, you washed your hands on the sink and faced Hyunjin. "Hyun, I'm going home. It's already 9 pm, late for me to go home by my motorbike.".

The busy furry looked up to you with a confused look, "What? you are not joining the sleepover?"

"Well? you didn't inform me so I'm going home now." You said while rinsing your hands.

"I can call, Auntie, to tell you're going to sleep here..." Hyunjin is determined to let you sleep here "..and also I'll lend you some of my pajamas." You simply shrug at her as she went in front of the sink and called your mom.

"Are you going home, Y/n?" You were taken aback when the person you so much adore asked you. You took a glanced at her for a second only to find out she was also looking at you.

You felt your heartbeat skip for a minute.

Turning your gaze to Hyunjin who's smiling brightly while her phone is on her ears "B-by the look on Hyun's face I don't think I'll go home." You answered and secretly clear your throat.

You think that the kitchen felt a little hotter.

Hyunjin came back joining you three and said "She agreed, Y/n, as always." And winked.

All of you decided to watch and sleep in Yerim's room since it has a tv and was big enough for all to fit in.

You and Hyeju brought the two extra mattresses from the other room so you and others have a place to sleep in. Both placed it on the side of the Yerim's bed.

You place yourself on the farthest right of the last mattress. You chose this part because you like sleeping near the wall but Yeojin insisted and said "I love sleeping next to the wall, Unnie." which you gladly gave to her.

The two of you are busy chitchatting when the person to your left taps your shoulder, "The movie is starting." She informed both of you.

Hoping she could not see you blushed under the darkness of the room. You smiled at her and nodded. She copy you and turned her gaze on the movie, still smiling.

Neither of you, notice the blushes that crept into each other's faces. But Gowon did notice this, and immediately said it to Hyeju, who's busy eating some Cheetos.

"I swear if the two of them did not get together after this sleepover..they're hopeless." The younger girl stated that made her girlfriend laugh.

It is hard not to smell the perfume that Jungeun was wearing. This is the closest you two are next to each other. You became more comfortable in her presence but your heart still beats rapidly fast.

The same goes for Jungeun, she might look well and calm but her inner self is in a state of gay panic. From the beginning when Hyunjin announced your arrival she started panicking in her mind.

She's liking you for almost a year now. While they are watching the practice game of your school soccer team, they were stupidly fighting over who suits the jersey well. That's when you caught her attention. Ever since then she never missed your practices unless she has something to do important.

In the middle of watching the movie, you felt a weight on your right arm. Turning your attention to Yeojin who's already sleeping and hugging your shared blanket, you change her position to more comfortable and tucked her under it.

Jungeun noticed your actions and offers to share you with her cover. You are hesitant about it, but too late because she already put it on half of your body.

"Thanks." It came out almost a whisper, but the blonde heard it. She shyly nodded and continues to fix the blanket.

Both of your hands brushed for a moment which made her gasp "Omg, are you okay? Your hands are super cold." She said worriedly and grabbed both of your hands.

I mean the nervousness of being close to the girl you like for a very long time, and she will sleep next to you plus the cold emitted by the aircon fills the room, your hand will totally become cold.

You slightly stiffen after her gestures and she seems to notice it. She immediately took her hands, "S-sorry." She said softly and regretted her sudden action.

Instantly felt the lack of warmth on your hands so you bravely took hers this time and whispered, "It's okay. This feels nice and warm." You smiled at her trying to cover your nervousness with your smile.

She seems to like it too because she nodded and hold yours tightly.

The next day

Vivi, Haseul and you were the first ones to wake up, so the three of you decided to prepare breakfast for the rest. 

It is just a simple breakfast that most of the time Vivi and Haseul did the cooking while you are preparing the dining table, and putting plates and utensils.

After preparing it, you went to the living room and played with Hyunjin's cat on the couch. Haseul and Vivi were busy being a sweet couple in the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch, you notice your crush going down the stairs while rubbing her eyes. She looked and smiled at you as she felt someone staring at her. You smiled and greeted her "Good morning." softly.

She nodded and greeted you with a "Good morning." too.

 "How was your sleep?" she asked, petting the cat. "It was warm, you are very warm, Unnie." you cheekily replied. She chuckled and a blush formed on her cheeks, "Well,  you are too".

Hyunjin's cat moves and rests on your lap. You can hear and feel her purring. "The cat must be fond of you." Kim lip whispered to you. 

"Yes, she likes me more than her owner." You laughed at your own statement.

 "Well, Hyunjin and You have a lot of similarities." 

"You can say that but I wouldn't say 'aeong' as a confession to the person I like." you looked at her. 

She giggled "What would you say then?" she looked up to meet your gaze.

Looking at her makes your heart softly swell in a good way. Contemplating whether to say it or not.

Is this the right time to say it? asking yourself

You stopped petting the cat and stares at Kim lip's eyes genuinely. "Do you want to know, Unnie?". 

Jungeun just nodded hesitantly seeing you being serious suddenly. Taking this as a sign, you confessed your feelings to her. 

"I really really like you for a long time now, Jungeun Unnie..." she was taken aback but composed herself but still slightly mentally panicking.

 "...that's what I would say" you whisper and slightly scratch your nape.

Kim lip's face is visibly red and avoiding your gaze. You lowered your gaze and turn your attention to Hyun's cat. 

"Do you also want to know what I'll say to someone I like?" She said to you smiling. 

You looked back at her and a "Yes." escaped from your lips.

 She shyly took your response and said "I really really like you for a long time now, Y/n."

Honestly, you don't how to take her confession but one thing is for sure, and that is your heart is beating so fast. 

The two of you are staring at each other with red faces looking like an idiot. No one has the guts to move. It looks like the energy of you both has been released on the confession.

Hyunjin suddenly came out of nowhere and get her cat. "Both of you look like an idiot right now, well, you two are. Anyways, Haseul Unnie said breakfast is ready and go to the dining already.". She then proceeds on feeding her cat.

Kim lip might process all of what happened and chickened out, making her run to the dining room. After a few more minutes of composing yourself, you walk towards the dining too.

Breakfast went smoothly, girls are talking mostly about what happened last night. They are bickering about who snores the loudest.  

You remain silent and still cannot recover from the confessions, while Kim lip sometimes joins the conversation with other girls.

After that breakfast, nothing special happened. Some of them played Nintendos and others continues to chit-chat

Around 9 am, your mother called to remind you about your and her plans for lunch. You excused yourself to the girls and told them that you need to go home now.

You bid your goodbyes to them. You lastly took a glanced at Kim lip and smiled at her which she answers with a smile too.

All throughout the day, You cannot stop thinking about the conversation between you and Kim lip that early morning.

Is she serious about that? what if she's still sleepy and thought it was just a joke.

Should I call her? But it's too late to call, isn't it?

well,

So you decided to call her. After a ring, she answers.

"Hello? Y/n?"

"Unnie...are you sleeping already?"

"I...I actually can't sleep..by the way, is there anything I could help you with?"

"Ohh, yeahh, I just want to ask about what you said earlier morning....did you really mean it?"

"...Yes, Y/n. I really like you."

"Jungeun Unnie, I really like you too. Can I meet you tomorrow?"

"Of course, Y/N. You can come over any time."