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secondhand-snow · 7 months

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chapter 2: feeling like unraveling

lukas matsson x f!roy! reader (succession)

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warnings: super dysfunctional family, fluff first then angst, roman roy as his own warning, season 3 finale as its own warning, mentions of manipulation, drinking, smut, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, corruption kink (for real this time), dick pics, mention of phone sex, making out, dry humping/grinding, biting, pussyjobs, cum play/eating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare, no use of y/n

summary: Lukas is amazing. He's tender, he's deviant, he's everything for you. But you're still worried, your family has never seen a beautiful thing that they haven't wanted to break.

author's note: chapter 2 is here, thank you for all the love on chapter 1! i hope you love it as much as i loved writing it ♡ be warned that this is heavy on the plot of episodes 3.08 and 3.09, so if you haven't watched the full show you may get a bit lost. please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging if you enjoyed!

You have a tendency to get anxious when things are good for too long. A few weeks without a family fight, a month without a scandal, half a year without Kendall relapsing; nice things usually end in flames in your family. They make you superstitious, always looking around the corner for something to jump out and fuck everything up. So, when Lukas is good, you get scared. You expect some kind of backhand. A threat of blackmail, a tweet exposing your promiscuity, a package of anthrax at your door.

It never comes.

He calls you every night, your timezone, not his. Listens to you talk about your day and doesn’t press when you can’t give him details on the company. He loves to send you pictures, just of him doing the most mundane things. Lukas on a Zoom meeting, Lukas working out, Lukas eating dinner. Together, you fall into something almost domestic. It’s still a secret. You don’t open his messages in public, stay far away from any conversations about him at work that could lead a blush to your face. But when has anything in your life been completely honest?

He’s been begging for a while now to fly you out to Sweden. You know it’s a risk you shouldn’t take at the moment, but you entertain him anyway. When you ask why he wants to see you so badly, he says he misses you. Then he says he wants to fuck you on his desk.

That almost convinces you, and you’re about to start packing when a roadblock emerges. Your dad asks you to come with him and your siblings to Italy, for Caroline’s wedding. You hadn’t been planning on going, she wasn’t your mom and you didn’t have much of a relationship with her. In fact, you actually thought she secretly hated you, something to do with how quickly Logan married your mom after their divorce. Regardless, you didn’t want to go to the wedding. But when Logan Roy calls, you come. Always.

So the bags were repacked and you found yourself on a different private jet with your siblings, once again at the mercy of your family.

“She’s probably in sexual thrall to him. He’s driving her wild with his sugar dick.” Siobhan spoke matter of factly, completely oblivious to how absurd her words sounded. Still, it wasn’t the strangest conversation of hers you’d walked in on. “So there’s nothing we can do.”

Roman was perched across the aisle from Tom and Shiv, sitting oddly in his seat, running his hand through his hair while he spoke. “All right, fine. Let him kill her for her emeralds and… screw us out of the fucking firm. See if I care.”

“Mommy issues?” You spoke up, setting your bag down on a free seat before moving to lean over the back of Shiv’s chair, kneeling on the seat behind it.

“Always. I didn’t know you were coming?” Rome turns to address you, eyebrows coming together in question.

“Dad drafted me. I think he just wants to terrorize Caroline with my presence.”

“I think you torment her enough by just existing. She doesn’t get to be the perfect mother of Logan Roy’s prodigal children.” Shiv pitched in, finally acknowledging your presence with a little smile.

“I don’t think I’m even invited to all the events. He’s just gonna have me working on the GoJo deal the whole time.”

“Oh! About the deal, I was talking to Karl and Frank-” Tom is addressing Roman more than you, but still gives you the courtesy of eye contact before your brother cuts him off.

“Yeah, no, you’re not really a part of that. Either of you, actually.” Rome nods his head to the couple, a smirk on his face charged by his current power trip.

“Well, I am.” Shiv interjects, annoyed.

“Well, I can’t fire you yet Shiv, because I’m still a little bit scared of you. But, my thinking is, when I take over, I’m gonna put you in the office next to mine and you’re gonna be my sexy secretary.” You just shake your head at Roman’s comment while he turns to head back to his seat.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Siobhan is more irritated than really upset, going back to her phone as Roman leaves the conversation.

“I dunno. We’re working on it.” He taps the back on his legs in a rhythm before sitting down. “Ongoing process.”

You address Tom, seeing the confusion in his eyes that people tend to get when talking to your brother. “We’re just working on outlining terms. Honestly, Gerri would be better to ask for specifics. I don’t know how much Dad wants me to say.”

Tom just nods in thanks, which you return with a small smile before heading to your seat. You’re across the aisle from Roman, who’s already curled up and ready to nap on the flight. Taking out your phone, you see a new message from Lukas, covertly labeled in your phone with just an “L.” You turn the screen away from your company, making sure to not catch the reflection in the window as you open his text.

Stockholm is a 4 hour flight to Italy.

Is it? I’ll be in the air for at least 10 hours.

10 hours without talking to you?

I think you can manage it.

I don’t know about Italy. I can’t be held responsible for what I do when I’m in the same country as you.

It’s a risk.

Will there be a reward?

…I’ll text you when we land.

He sends a picture of himself doing a kissing face. You send a heart emoji in response, hiding your face with your hand to conceal your smile.

It turns out that you were invited to a few events of Lady Caroline’s wedding. Not the ceremony, of course, but at least you were allowed to attend the receptions leading up to it. You weren’t going to be cooped up in a hotel room all weekend, signing documents and having Facetime sex with your not-boyfriend. In fact, you ended up at one of these events just a little after your arrival, a garden party full of snobby aristocrats and expensive champagne. It’s too hot out for your liking, you're already sweating in your semi-formal sundress and downing your second glass of cold bubbly.

You end up with Shiv, partially blocked from the sun by the shadow of her hat, quietly snickering at her and Tom’s jokes about a clueless cousin Greg. It’s surprisingly calm for one of your family gatherings, no shouting or challenging or worse. The tranquility snaps like a twig with a ding on your phones.

“Uh- Matsson…” Shiv speaks first, the two of you pulling out your phones simultaneously, her angling her screen to share it with Tom. A message from Karolina leads you to Matsson’s twitter page, and his latest tweet. It’s a goofy gif of his face with a Snapchat filter on it, the text reading ‘Going to Macao, feeling lucky.” You’re half excited, half alarmed. You don’t really know if you should believe it at first but, against your better judgment, you hope it’s true. Hope he’s just an hour or two from you, the closest he’s been in weeks.

“What? Going to Macao? Feeling lucky?” Tom squints against the sun to see the Tweet before pulling out his own phone. “The fuck is that?”

“You get this thing from Karolina? It’s off the radar and now this? Is this- is it a move?” Gerri’s entrance is quick, followed closely behind by Roman. You open your mouth and close it again, not sure if your words will betray your duplicity.

“It, um, it could be…could be nothing, you know? Fucking social media fireworks!” Roman’s hand is threaded through his hair, the silver watch on his wrist glinting in the light.

“‘Going to Macao, feeling lucky.’” Gerri repeats the four words, she’s as flabbergasted as everyone in this little Waystar circle. Business has once again interfered with pleasure. “Is he trying to boost his price?”

“Is he just rocking the boat?” Shiv’s voice is unsure, wavering from her usual monotone state. “Or trying to blow up the deal? I mean, has he got good subscriber numbers coming in?”

“Maybe he’s just going to Macao and he’s feeling lucky.” Tom chimes in as Rome steps away from the group, phone pressed to his ear in a call you can’t fully hear.

“I mean, yeah… It’s not out of his archetype to post something like this.” You shrug, not sure what to contribute that hasn’t already been said.

Roman finishes his call, turning back to you to speak. “I don’t know, it’s like, his thing. He’s a- a trickster.”

“Okay. Well, sounds cool. Is he gonna, like, steal our watches and fucking saw the deal in half?” Shiv’s getting upset, you know she likes control and she’s too far removed from this deal to do anything about Matsson’s stunts.

“Maybe!”

“You’re supposed to be inside this Rome!”

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. Mattson’s not stupid, he wouldn’t deliberty fuck this deal and announce it to the world on Twitter.” You’re trying to reason with your siblings, though it’s not really working. Roman mostly ignores you, Siobhan rolls her eyes. Atleast Gerri and Tom look somewhat appreciative for your input.

“I am inside, Leave it.”

You’re done with the dialogue, done with being the peacemaker and getting stepped over by your narcissistic siblings. You throw your hands up, phone held in one and the other in a flat palm to signify your retreat before you walk away from the cluster. You hear Greg say something behind you but don’t bother to answer him, instead moving to find a quiet place far away from your siblings.

You end up in a corner somewhere, mostly blocked by trees and bushes, a little cubby hole you hoped was private enough to not be listened in on. Your fingers nimbly click through the apps on your phone, pausing briefly before pressing the call button on Lukas’s contact. It rings once, twice. Then, an answer.

“When are you coming over? Should I send you a helicopter?”

“Macao?” Your voice is higher than normal, laced in shock and thrill.

“Closer than we’ve been in weeks.” The smile is apparent in his voice, he’s pleased with himself, you hate it. And love it.

“You’re fucking insane. I didn’t think you were serious!”

“Yeah, I am. I’ll send my jet over.”

“Oh my God, I still cannot believe you. I can’t- my family is on high alert after your little rogue Tweet.” You laugh, not really mad at him, just eager and amazed.

“Oh come on, that was nothing.”

“It was a play to keep them on guard and you know it.”

“Well, partially. It’s for the numbers too. And for your attention.”

“It’s so hard to be away from you when you do shit like this…”

“Oh yeah? You miss me?” It’s a taunt, he knows the truth even if you deny it. So, you’re honest.

“You know I do.”

“Mmm… I miss you too. Keep thinking about what I’ll do when I see you again.”

“Lukas… I’m in public…” You can’t help but glance around, be sure you’re alone when he starts talking like this. His plan is already so clear to you.

“So you don’t want me to tell you about all the ways I’ll fuck you?”

“... Don’t do this to me now.”

“It’ll be just us in this house. I’ll take you wherever I want to. You can scream as loud as you want, don’t have to be worried about someone hearing.” His voice drops, there’s a small rustling on the phone. His words shoot straight to your core, a sensation beginning to form there.

“I’m at a fucking wedding party and you’re getting me turned on. You’re evil.”

“You love it.” You pause a moment, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself before responding.

“I’ll call you tonight. Please be careful.”

He chuckles.“I will.”

When you hang up, your text thread with Lukas is immediately graced with a photo of his dick, hard and gripped tightly in his fist. It makes you inhale sharply, curse under your breath at the growing need between your thighs. You text him back, simply writing “Fuck you.” before clicking your phone off. It takes you a few minutes of breathing exercises, but you’re able to calm your desire and soothe the blush in your cheeks before returning to the party.

Nobody asks where you went, nobody even really cared that you were gone. You can blame it on Connor’s show of making a proposal, or Matsson’s antics occupying everyone’s minds, but this is how it always is with you. The good child. The innocent daughter. Forever right where she needs to be, never in anyone’s way, constantly willing to help. You disappear when you aren’t wanted, you emerge only when you’re useful. The perfect loyalist, somehow being turned to a deserter.

Lukas leaves Monaco before you can sneak away to see him. You know it’s for the better, but it’s still a disappointment. You resign to finish the family trip and visit Sweden as soon as you get home to New York, going along with the planned events, a false smile plastered on your face. It’s during Caroline’s bachelorette in Cortona when your plans change. You were nursing a glass of wine, silencing your discontent at the rooftop bar when Gerri approached you.

She dragged you around to speak with Roman, revealing that your Dad had once again put you on babysitting duty. Logan wanted Rome to go talk to Mattson at his house in Switzerland, and wanted you to keep him in line. He couldn’t trust Roman to not fuck the deal, but he didn’t want you to speak to Mattson alone. So, you were recruited to accompany Rome. Speak just enough to stop him from saying something stupid, but not enough to draw attention. It was a game you were good at, one you had been practicing since youth. You were loyal to a fault, and Logan always used it to his advantage.

Lukas is ecstatic when you tell him you’re coming. Less so when he learns Roman is accompanying you, but still thrilled. You ask him for discretion, first nicely and then sternly. You can’t afford to make your relationship, whatever it is, public. He knows this too, knows what your family would do if they found out, but can’t help teasing. It’s only a day after Logan’s request that you board a helicopter, headed to Lake Maggiore. Headed to Lukas.

Roman is oddly quiet on the flight, constantly on his phone or looking out the window, eyes blank. You know him well enough to see the anxiety clouding his mind, feel the nervous energy radiating off his body. You reach over to him and hold his hand. He looks annoyed. He doesn’t drop it. You squeeze his fingers gently, he returns the motion, lets you quietly comfort him until you land.

Lake Maggiore is beautiful, surrounded by the Alps and lush vegetation, villas and lake homes dotting the shores of the water. You move straight from the helicopter to a boat, which immediately takes off at high speeds, skating over the surface of the lake. The wind fucks up your hair, blows up the skirt of your sundress, almost makes you loose your sunglasses. When you finally dock, you quickly pull out your phone, using it as a mirror to fix your smudged makeup and windswept hair before your host arrives. Roman gives you a weird look, silently judging you for putting effort into your appearance. As if he doesn’t spend hours in front of the mirror every morning styling his hair to look perfectly imperfect.

When Lukas’s frame finally emerges from the hedges of his property, you have to bite your lower lip to hide your smile. He’s so himself, wearing sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, not bothering with real shoes, just a pair of casual slip-ons. It almost hurts to see him and not be able to immediately kiss him. Jesus, your inner monologue sounds like something from a cheesy rom-com. You feel so love-struck, it makes you crinkle your nose in embarrassment.

The boat is tied up to the dock now, Roman perched on the side trying to make it onto solid land. The waves rock the vehicle back and forth, knocking him off balance and ruining his attempt at disembarking.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Lukas has one hand in his pocket, the other reached out to Rome, close enough for him to grab. If he wanted to. “Come on, I’ll hold your hand.”

“Piss off.” Roman swats his hand away, finally moving off the boat with a small jump. You move, taking his place on the edge of the boat. It’s a bit unsteady, but you manage getting on to the dock in just a few seconds. You shoot a smug smile at Roman before following the two of them up some steps, away from the water and onto Lukas’s yard.

“It’s nice to see you again, man.” Roman speaks first, breaking the silence that had fallen over you three.

“Yeah, yeah. Long time.” Lukas has his usual posture, slightly hunched and lanky, with his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

“This is an amazing place!” Rome looks around, you continue to follow him and Lukas through the lawn, letting them lead you as you observe.

“Yeah...”

“No?”

“I don’t know, it kind of freaks me out, to be honest.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“When I got it, I wanted everything to be perfect.” You climb a few steps, the group arriving at an outdoor pool area, lined with shrubs and facing the lake. “Now I’m sleeping on a camping mat until I get a deep dive on the best mattress in the world. It’s great- it’s great. I’m just not feeling great. I mean… I’m fine… Well, but, not really.”

You frown at his words. You want to reach out, hold his hand, touch his back, do something to comfort him. But it would be too obvious, too impulsive. Instead you nod sympathetically, catching his gaze for a moment.

“Maybe let’s leave the little feeley-feelings out of it. Cause I’m gonna give you nothing. Nothing!” Roman’s half joking. He hates emotions, tries to diffuse bad ones with humor, even if it feels inappropriate.

“Roman.” Your tone is a warning, pushing your sunglasses back on your head to give him a glare before turning to Lukas. “I get it. You want the best, but you don’t realize how boring perfection is when you always have it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Success.. It doesn’t interest me anymore. It’s too easy. It’s fucking… anyone can do it. Analysis plus capital plus execution. But failure… that’s a secret.” Lukas is looking at you like you’re the only person in the world when he speaks. Sometimes he thinks you can see into his soul, you somehow know him better than anyone. He takes his sunglasses off, using the collar of his shirt to hold them. His blue eyes look directly into yours.“What are you worst at?”

“Well… I… am never telling you any of my weaknesses. Ever. Never, ever, ever.” Roman breaks into the conversation again, disrupts the eye contact between you two. “And I won’t let her tell you any either. Stuff a sock in her mouth, a ball gag or something.”

“That’s smart.”

“I know, I am smart.”

“Cause I ream people. Juice em like oranges. I get way too into people, and they disappoint me.” He looks at Roman when he says that, but you can’t help but take his words as a warning. Things moved fast between you and Lukas, you’ve barely known him for a few weeks and were already opening your heart to him. Letting him into your mind, letting him rearrange the furniture there like he owns it. “Hey, I’m thinking of doing like a- quarterly up and outs at the company.”

“Oh, yeah. Firing people is like, 85% of why I get up in the morning.” Roman shrugs when he talks, moving to take his sunglasses off and hold them in his hand. “But, uh.. I do want to ask you about that tweet, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh the…” Lukas laughs, looks at you, back to Roman. He makes a face, sticking out his tongue to mimic the Snapchat filter on his tweet. “That one.”

“Yeah. Seriously, yes. You got like, big shit coming your way?” Rome uses his free hand to run his fingers through his hair.

“...Are you- are you asking me for material nonpublic information?” Lukas’s grin is lopsided, he’s testing the two of you, seeing how far you’re really going to go.

“Maybe. Were you trying to get your share price up by tweeting unverifiable information outside of normal disclosure channels?” You cut in, raising your eyebrows at him, tilting your head in a way a little too close to flirting. Roman smiles at that, watches you exercise your knowledge like a proud father.

Lukas’s voice is mocking, a fake sad cartoon tone coming over it. “No, you’re not allowed to do that.” He moves his hands to his eyes, pretending to wipe his tears. “So mean.”

“Do you want this deal? Are you into it… like, at all?” Roman asks next. You’ve moved a bit from your area at the pool, following Matsson as he slowly circles the water.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just a little Swedish, you know? I’m.. into equality.” He moves nonchalantly, like this deal isn’t as serious as it is. “I like getting into bed with people, but I also like to share it equally.”

“More of a merge than a takeover.” It isn’t a question, and it isn’t directed at Lukas. You turn to Roman as you say it, verbalizing what you both were thinking. Lukas just hums, doesn’t articulate a response. Even though you all know what it would be.

“Okay. We’re just… heading to Milan to lock things down with our Dad and the bankers. And the tweet- it just didn’t feel great. If you’re hoping to blow this whole thing up, just tell me, okay?” Roman’s anxiety is back, you can see it in the tense way he’s started to move, in the higher tone of his voice.

“I just want to get myself the best. Of everything.” Lukas looks at you when he says it, darts his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. Roman’s too lost in his own head to notice it, or notice the way your breath catches in your throat.

“Yeah, I fucking get that. Definlety.” Roman moves to pull out his phone, cursing under his breath when he reads a notification. “I uh- have to take a call really quickly. I’ll be in the boat, it shouldn’t take too long. Okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a tour.” Lukas shrugs, sounding indifferent. Rome nods at him, then you, and quickly takes off towards the dock, already lifting the phone up to his ear as he walks.

You watch him leave, round the corner and leave your line of vision before turning to Lukas, face neutral save for a hint of a smile. He’s less composed than you, smiling broadly and staring into your eyes. He walks closer to you, wraps his arm around the small of your back.

“Wanna show me around?” You raise your eyebrows in question, slightly rocking back and forth on your feet. He sighs quietly, nods, and moves to extend an arm for you to hold.

“There’s really not much to see. Your average rich person house.” You hold his arm, walking with him into the villa as he speaks.

The interior is nice. Well, you’re sure it cost several million dollars to furnish, but that was the standard you were used to. It’s Italian inspired with a few modern elements. You take note of the high end appliances everywhere you go. A thousand dollar air purifier, a ten thousand dollar toilet, a hundred thousand dollar refrigerator. Lukas really did want the best for himself. The downstairs looks strangely perfect, like there wasn’t really anyone living there. Everything is clean and immaculate, no traces of human life. This trend continues into the upstairs, only stopping when he shows you the primary bedroom. His bedroom.

It’s simply decorated, a bed, desk, dresser. A large TV mounted on the wall across from his bed, nightstands, some artwork on the walls. There are a few large windows on the farthest side of the room, offering a view to the lake. Most things are black, or gray, with a few navy blue accents here and there. You had slipped off your shoes when walking around the house, now you let the fall to the floor from dangling on your finger. Stepping into the room, you walk until you round the bed, seeing a camping sleep matt rolled up and leaning on a wall. The sight brings a little smile to your face before you turn to Lukas’s desk, fingers grazing softly against the wood of it.

He has a Macbook laying on it, a pair of over-ear headphones sitting next to it. There’s a cup with a few pencils and pens, a box of tissues. It’s not much, but it’s something. Above his desk sit a few wall mounted bookshelves, made of the same wood. The books on them are mostly motivational, shit that he definitely hasn’t read. One thing does catch your eye though, an older coding textbook written in Swedish. It looks worn, the spine cracked and the pages wrinkled. Your fingers move to trace along the row of books, following them until the shelf ends and you meet the wall behind it.

“I like it. Very you.” You move your gaze back to Lukas, who’s been leaning in the doorway, watching you explore.

“Very me?”

“It’s exactly what I pictured.” You walk up to him as he steps inside, right at the foot of the bed, just a few inches apart. “Have you really been sleeping on a mat on the floor?”

“Yeah…” You wrap your hands around the back of his neck as his sentence trails off and he moves to grab your hips, closing the distance between you.

“Lukas, just sleep on the mattress. Your back is gonna get all fucked up.”

“Probably. I just- I don’t trust it. I want something I know is good, you know?” His reasoning makes you roll your eyes.

“It’s better than a camping mat.”

“Hey- that’s the best camping mat money can buy.”

Your hand moves to cup his face, bringing him to you and planting a light kiss on his mouth. He tries to deepen it, follows your face when you pull away, looks like a sad puppy when you deny him.

“So you haven’t used the mattress at all…?” You smirk, quirking your eyebrows teasingly.

“Not yet…” Lukas grins, his eyes traveling from yours to your lips. “Why? Do you wanna help me break it in?”

You don’t answer, just smile, roll your eyes playfully, and move away from him. You turn so your back is facing the bed, and with all the drama you can muster, flop down onto the mattress. It cushions your fall nicely, though you do get left a bit breathless and giggly. Your knees dangle off the side of the bed, feet almost grazing the ground as you kick your legs.

“It’s really not bad.” You don’t bother raising your head, just direct your words to him knowing he’ll hear. “Not the best, but definitely ‘trustworthy.’” Laughing when he sighs in response, you throw your arms up and stretch theatrically.

You feel a hand on your knee, spreading your thighs wider apart. He slots himself between your legs, moves his hand to your waist, and pulls you quickly to him. The bed is high enough that your hips meet each other roughly, a gasp escaping your mouth at the sudden pressure on your vulva. Lukas is already half hard, and making the most subtle movements to grind you perfectly against his cock.

“Lukas… Roman is just outside…” You’re already a bit breathless, still allowing him to rub against you as you speak. He leans close to you, tall frame bending at the waist to brush his lips against your ear, still keeping his hips flush to your as he moves.

“I guess we’ll have to be quick then.” He places a kiss to your jawline, starting a messy trail down your neck. Lukas pauses to nip the slope of your shoulder. “And you’ll have to be quiet.”

He lifts his head, eyes staring straight into yours, and waits for your response. Your lips are already parted, breath coming quick and cheeks flushed with desire. The lust clouds your judgment, as it always seems to do with Lukas. Impulse takes over and, with a hand threaded into his hair, you pull his mouth to yours roughly.

It’s rushed and powerful. All teeth and tongue, no time for being gentle, no time for romantics. You bite his lip, he groans into your open mouth. Your legs move around his hips, keeping his body close as he ruts against your clothed core. His movements started soft and teasing, but now he’s fully thrusting against you, rough and wanting. It feels hard and hot, has your eyes shutting and your mouth whimpering. You love being close to him like this, hearing his panting in your ear, his lips on your throat, his chest pressed to yours. But it’s not quite enough.

“Fuck Lukas, I need more.” He pulls his head from his attack on your throat, looks at you with a grin on his face.

“You need more?” You nod, a little frantically with a small hum. “Look at you, asking for things. Tell me what you want.”

You’re a bit hesitant, cheeks still red from the vulgarity of your situation. Your mouth opens and then closes again, biting your lower lip as you try to find the right words. His hand comes to your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks as he forces your eye contact with him.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I just want to feel you- really feel you.” Honestly, you don’t know exactly what you want. You’re so needy, you can feel how uncomfortably wet you’ve gotten and just need some kind of satisfaction. “You can fuck me.”

He shakes his head, still smiling. “No, not yet. I have plans for that, it’ll be special.” His words are a little shocking, but turn you on even more.

“Please Lukas. I need you.” Your voice is barely a whisper, laced with want. The motion of his hips has stopped and you feel yourself desperately grind yourself against him for some relief. His hands move to your hips to hold you in place, releasing the grip on your chin.

“I’m not taking your virginity in a quickie where I can’t even get you naked. And you need to be able to walk after this.” He moves and pushes your dress up, exposing the lower half of your body. “Here you’ll like this.”

Your panties are soaked. His gaze moves down and he notices, gives a small chuckle, runs a finger up your clothed slit. It makes you shudder and whine deeply in your throat as a response. Hooking a finger around both sides of your panties, he pulls the fabric off with one quick motion, dropping them to the floor when he’s finished. He moves from between your thighs briefly, causing you to instinctively shut your legs. Lukas pulls down his pants then, just enough to expose his cock, hard and leaking already.

He moves back, uses a hand to gently spread your legs as the other grips the base of his cock. He’s so close, his dick hovering just above your cunt. Your eyes go wide with anticipation, a light gasp escapes from your lips. Then, Lukas moves. His hips angle downwards and, using his hand to guide his cock, he gently rubs his length over your slit. The feeling is immediately intense. It’s wet and strong and burning, and when his tip touches your clit you swear your vision goes white. You really can’t help the moan that escapes you, it’s Lukas that caused it.

“Shhh… I know, I know. But you don’t want someone to hear.” He leans over you, presses a light kiss to your mouth and grabs one of your hands. Moving your hand over your mouth, he helps you press your palm to your lips, muffling the noises coming from your lips. You nod in response, keeping your hand there when he moves his away, gripping back on to your hips to hold you in place. “Don’t want everyone to know how I’m corrupting you.”

Another moan leaves your mouth at that, luckily much quieter due to your palm. Your free hand flys down, grips over his on your hip. He keeps moving, parting your lips and spreading wetness across your pussy, hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust. A curse leaves his throat when your back begins to arch, the white hot feeling in your cunt growing fast. You can almost feel the restraint leaving his body, feel the roll of his hips getting heavier, harsher. A tear rolls down your cheek, your eyes wet with the sheer strength of this new pleasure you’re experiencing.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, so quiet for me.” Lukas’s accent is thicker now, his head tipping back in pleasure as he ruts against you with abandon, chasing his climax. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

That’s all it really takes for you to fall apart, cumming on his cock. Your orgasm hits in a wave, making your thighs shake and eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. You’re incredibly glad for the hand on your mouth as it muffles the high moan that leaves your lips. You don’t see him with your eyes shut, but the groans you hear let you know that Lukas is not far behind you. A few mascara stained tears run from your eyes when you open them again, your gaze being met with Lukas’s head tilted toward the ceiling, his mouth open in pleasure.

His cock moves from your cunt, positioning over your lower stomach. His hand moves, jerking himself roughly as he looks down to meet your eyes. Your hand moves from your mouth, and you sit up a bit as you reach for him, fingers coming to rest on his hip to keep him close to you. Another low curse falls from his mouth, and with a gravely groan he cums. White ropes shoot across your stomach, resting on your skin warmly. You whimper in sympathy, watching as he twitches and bucks against his hand recklessly.

Lukas’s chest rises and falls quickly, breath coming fast and deep as his orgasm washes over him. When his eyes reopen, he’s quick to pull you up to meet his mouth with a burning kiss. The kiss isn’t long, but when you pull away he rests his forehead against yours, eyes shut and breathing slowly returning to normal. You stay that way for a while, just close and quiet. A few moments pass, and when he moves to stand back up you take the time to dart your hand down and gather up some of the cum on your pelvis, licking it off your finger as you raise it to your mouth.

He quietly laughs, blissed out and smiley. “You love that, don’t you?”

“Mhm. I don’t know- ‘just makes me feel close to you.” He kisses you again, softly this time, almost proud.

“I’m making a monster. First you ask me to fuck you and now you’re swallowing my cum.” He moves to his dresser, retrieving a hand towel as you sit on the bed, careful to not let any of his spend drip onto the sheets.

“Why didn’t you fuck me?” Your head tilts as you ask. He moves to kneel in front of you, gently wiping the cum from your skin as he answers.

“I told you, I’m gonna make it special for your first time.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll even let you be my first time, now that you’ve rejected me.” It’s playful and he knows it, grinning up at you as he moves to wipe the wetness from the inside of your thighs.

“It wasn’t a rejection, it was a postponing.” Lukas stands, quickly cleaning off before tucking himself away and turning to look for your panties. “And who else would it be? Are you cheating on me?”

“No, but I can’t cheat on you if weren’t not together.” He pauses at that, head cocking as he makes eye contact with you.

“We aren’t together?”

“You haven’t asked me!”

“I thought it was self-evident. You don’t need to ask if it’s already obvious.” Lukas stoops to grab your panties from the floor, moving to hand them to you.

You accept the fabric in an outstretched hand, setting it on the bed next to you. “Well, I would like you to ask. Make it official.”

He gives a dramatic sigh, reaches out and grabs your hands to pull you to standing. Lukas holds your hands, smiles and looks into your eyes. “Will you date me?”

You think about teasing him, making him wait, but your excitement gets the best of you and you release your answer quickly. “Yes, I will date you, Lukas Matsson.”

Your kiss is domestic and cheesy, after you separate he pulls you back into his body, rests his chin on your head for a while while he holds you close. You end up leaving your panties with him, they're still too wet to wear comfortably. Lukas helps you fix your makeup and hair, and you check to make sure your lip gloss isn’t all over his mouth (it was). He fastens your shoes back on for you, kneeling in front of you so you don’t have to bend over with your still shaky legs. He holds your hand until you reach outside and you put some space between yourselves as you enter public once more.

Roman is just finishing his call when you get back to the boat, waving at you as he quickly hangs up. You give Lukas a handshake, Rome just shouts his goodbye from a distance, and you quickly speed off again across the lake as soon as you enter the boat. Once again separated, you swear you immediately feel heavier without Lukas’s presence.

Your brother thinks the deal is fucked, he makes that clear when you’re alone again. He half blames you, half blames himself. Either way, he’s scared shitless to tell your dad about Matsson’s merge idea. So it’s a major shock when you arrive in Milan and Logan is receptive to the proposal. He praises Roman openly for once, and even commends you on your role in negotiating the deal.

But good things don’t tend to stay good for long in your family. You know something’s wrong when Logan calls you and Shiv into his office abruptly, right before your meeting with the bankers is supposed to begin. It honestly doesn’t surprise you as much as some would think to learn Roman had been sexting Gerri. You try to defend him against Shiv’s attacks, but it doesn’t do much good, not when the evidence is sitting in front of you. At the very least, you make some kind of progress covering for Gerri, reminding your dad of her loyalty.

Things are weird and fucked the next day. The night before Comfrey had texted you to let you know that Kendall was in the hospital. She wouldn’t say what happened, just that they were keeping him overnight and he was okay. You texted your siblings but everyone was skirting around the answer with you. They knew you cared about Kendall, maybe too much, and that telling you he had nearly drowned (possibly by his own doing) would set you off like a firework.

You wanted to go visit Kendall the next day, or be there when he arrived at the villa, or just do something to help him out. But he didn’t answer your calls and all the information you were given was extremely vague. You weren’t invited to Caroline’s wedding ceremony, so you planned on staying in bed and Facetiming with Lukas all day, waiting for a response from your brother. Your day starts off that way, sleeping in and chatting with your boyfriend into the late morning, but then Lukas tells you about Gojo’s market cap. You knew he was good, you knew he was doing all he could to get the market in Gojo’s favor, but you never expected it’s worth would surpass Waystar’s.

It’s no surprise that your dad ends up calling you, recruiting you to join him on a trip to Matsson’s. When he tells you he’s considering not inviting Roman, you manage to convince him to bring him too, citing his friendship with Matsson as a cause. So you head to Lake Maggiore, again, and arrive at Lukas Matsson’s villa, again. The excitement you feel when seeing him is shrouded in the anxiety of the sudden meeting.

You feel like every glance between the two of you is obvious. The way he parts his lips, the way your eyes drift across his frame, it’s all unmistakable of two lovers.

Lukas leads the three of you to an outdoor area on his grounds and when the conversation starts, his intent is clear. He didn’t tell you he wanted to buy Waystar, well he may have hinted at it, but it still feels like a bit of a betrayal. Like a shock. Even worse of a shock, Logan doesn’t immediately hate it, not in his usual way.

“Yeah. This is not happening.” The rage isn’t there behind Logan’s words. His gaze drifts to Roman, then back to Matsson. Lukas raises his eyebrows.

“Okay, I see that. Understood. But, you want to stick around? See if the old deal still has shape? Side snacks?” Logan smiles, he actually smiles, at Matsson’s offer. “You have that Israeli AI operation I might like. Maybe an asset swap sort of thing?”

“Why not.” The eye contact between Lukas and your dad is never ending. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. “Rome, you should head back. For your mom, and everything.”

“Yeah, sure thing.” Roman looks to you, motions with his thumb in the general direction of the dock. “Do you wanna…?”

“I’m not going to the wedding. Not invited.” You offer a small smile, look to Logan for reassurance.

“We’ll catch up with you later, Romulus.”

Roman is dejected. An intruder, again. An outsider in the deal he’s worked so hard on, the deal he partially started. “Alright. Hate to miss the big nuptials! So… yeah. I’ll just go do that then…” He’s hesitant to go, pats you on the leg as he leaves, Dad on the shoulder.

They wait to start speaking again until well after he’s left, and when they do it’s straight to business. Your dad wants to sell. Lukas wants to buy. You’re the reluctant bridge between. Things move inside, to a formal dining room, and the real discussion begins. Numbers start to fly, calls get made, lawyers begin flying out. You end up doing more work than you meant to, arguing for both GoJo and Waystar. Trying desperately to keep all the men in your life happy. At the same time, you’re conflicted. You know your siblings will hate this deal, you know how badly they want to inherit the company, how hard they’ve worked for one of them to eventually be CEO.

But the thing is, you don’t hate the deal. You were never going to lead Waystar, never going to be more than the founder’s child. You’re the youngest Roy sibling, a woman, and from a different marriage than the others. There was no chance of you ever being number one, and you knew that from the day you were born. So why not sell the company? You don’t want to dedicate your entire life to this soul crushing work. At the same time, you care so much for your family, more than you do for yourself. This would wreck your siblings, they wanted Waystar more than they wanted life itself. Even if being family owned fucks you, it means the world to them.

When you finally leave Lukas’s, it’s well past the wedding ceremony, and it’s clear Dad doesn’t intend on joining the afterparty. The operation moves to Logan’s villa. The cavalry marches in, dressed in designer suits and holding briefcases stuffed with Macbooks. There’s dozens of people you’ve never even met swarming around a huge table. It doesn’t even feel real, like you’re watching a dream, or a nightmare, play out in front of you. You retire to your dads private office, curl up on a leather upholstered couch and just think. You know you should tell your siblings. Siobhan and Roman have been blowing up your phone for hours, you haven’t had the heart to answer. Your dad would kill you if you reached out. Ostracize you like Roman, or disown you like Kendall. Your brain feels like a whirlpool, your thoughts flying around enough to give you a headache. You turn to the only person you can think of.

“Hi.”

“...”

“Are you okay?” Lukas’s voice is genuinely worried, silence isn’t normal in the conversations between you two. You hear a rustling on the other line like he’s stood up.

“I don’t really know. I wish you were here.”

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I feel like a traitor.”

“Why?”

“My siblings… you know they will hate this deal.” You stress the word hate, voice a little bit breathless with anxiety.

“I do.” His voice is quiet, almost whispering as he speaks to you.

“They would rather die than sell Waystar. But I-” You sigh, swallow thickly. “I almost agree with Dad. I think this is a good move for us. Not just because I’m fucking the guy who’s buying the company.”

“Well then, why do you agree?”

“If we don’t sell, we’re gonna get swallowed whole. All we have is the content, not the platform to back it up, not new technology to keep us relevant.”

“That’s all true.” Lukas’s voice gets a little louder, his sentences trailing off a bit as he prompts you to keep talking.

“But even if we had that, even if we were doing better, we were more stable…”

“You still would want to sell?” He already knows what’s on your mind. Of course he does.

“I think so… I mean, I will never be CEO. Not if we’re family owned, not if we’re owned by GoJo, never. And I don’t want to spend my life in this company, especially if I’m not running it.” Your head tips back against the wall you’re leaning on. You’re hiding away in a bathroom, your voice echoing a bit as it bounces off the marble walls. “This work… it fucking destroys people.”

“It sounds like you already know what you think.”

“But Shiv and Roman and Kendall… They want the company so badly. They’ve been prepped to run it since they were kids. Even if they kill each other for CEO, at least one of them would get what they wanted.” You’re louder now, voice still stressed but frustration peaking through.

“You need to stop wasting your life making other people happy. You would do anything for your family, and they wouldn’t do shit for you.” Lukas’s tone isn’t angry or yelling, it’s stating a fact.

“That’s not true-”

“Is it? I see you go above and beyond for them every single day, and they never spare you a second glance.” Lukas’s voice is almost pleading when he speaks next. “Think about yourself, for once. Please.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes are brimmed with tears, your fingers coming up to brush them away quickly. “I will.”

There’s a small pause before he talks again. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you about buying Waystar?” You laugh, breathlessly, at the simpleness of his question after all you’ve just talked about.

“No, I’m not mad. I was shocked…but I think it’s worn off. You’re just doing what’s best for you.”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“I think you’re really smart actually. If I was in your position I’d do the same thing.” You move from your stance against the wall to look in the mirror, checking to fix any smudged mascara.

“That’s what I thought. I asked myself what you would do.”

“No, you did not.”

“No, I did not. I did think about how it would affect you though.”

“Thank you for that.” It’s half sarcastic, but you know he really does care for you.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ll talk to you later today.”

“Okay. Come visit soon.” Lukas ends like he always does, asking for your presence.

“I’ll try.”

It takes you a minute to compose yourself. Fix your hair, wipe off some of your fucked up concealer, blow your nose. You exit the bathroom, walk down the hall and down some stairs, finally arriving in front of the massive wooden doors leading to your dad’s office. Your brain is finally quieter now, thoughts forming clearer and headache fading quickly. You slip a small smile to the bodyguard, Colin, who opens the door for you to enter.

Your three siblings are there, backs facing the door as they stare down Logan, who’s just moved to press a button on the phone resting against his desk. Their heads snap to you. The door shuts behind you. Siobhan opens her mouth, but you speak before she does.

“What’s going on? When did you get here?”

“What’s going on? You know what’s going on, Dad is selling and fucking our entire lives up.” Shiv faces you, her eyes are daggers and her body is a rocket about to explode. “And you didn’t tell us.”

“No, he’s not fucking your lives up. It’s not the end of the world, Shiv.” You approach them, eyes wide and pleading.

“So you do know. You knew he was selling the company and you didn’t think ‘Hmm maybe I should tell my siblings this, you know, since they’ve spent their entire lives thinking they were going to run Waystar!’” Roman throws his hands up, his jaw is clenched and his eyes are watering.

“Do you think it would’ve made a difference?” Your voice drops, both in tone and volume. “Do you really think I have any sort of control? Any say in what happens?”

Everyone is quiet for a moment, Kendall won’t make eye contact with you. Logan is watching you intently before gazing at his other children’s faces.

“I have never, and will never, be number one. I will never have control over the company, I will never even have control over one branch of the company. I will never be CEO, I won’t even make it to CFO, because I will always be lower than you. And I will always be there for you to yell at and use and manipulate. You already fucking do!” You’re more angry than sad now, maybe it’s misdirected, but you’re too wound up to care. “For once in my life, I’m thinking about myself. And I will not let this shit, this work, destroy me like it has destroyed you.”

A few tears spill from your eyes, you don’t bother to wipe them up, just continue your eye contact with your siblings. You’re right and everyone knows it, from Gerri and Karl sitting on the couch to Logan in front of you. Shiv can’t hold your gaze anymore, she drops her eyes to the ground. Roman turns to your Dad, his eyes are wide and desperate.

“Please?” His voice is meek, barely a whisper.

“‘Please?’ You bust in here with guns, but now that you find they’ve turned to fucking sausages, you want to say ‘please?’” Logan moves from where he was half-sitting on the arm of a couch to stand in front of your siblings. “You should have trusted me.”

“Dad, why?”

“Oh you need me to tell you why? Like your sister didn’t already? But your too fucking ashamed to admit she’s right.” He begins walking to the door, past your siblings, pausing at you to put a hand on your shoulder. “Because it works. I fucking win. Now go on, go on, fuck off you nosey fucking pedestrians.”

The doors open, Logan is immediately tasked with papers to sign and business to attend to. Roman moves to Jerri, asks her something you don’t quite hear from the blood rushing in your ears, before moving back to the crowd of your siblings. Roman crumples to the floor, Kendall with his hands on his shoulders, Shiv next to them. You turn to see Tom entering, him offering you a weak smile as he passes.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Kendall.” Your voice is monotone. Ken looks up at you, opens his mouth to say something, then decides against it. Tom starts speaking to Shiv, but you don’t hear what he says, already turning to walk out the doors, to head back to your hotel suite, to head away from your family.

You stay on the phone with Lukas the rest of that night. You can’t sleep but you don’t want to be awake. He eases the pain. He says he’s proud of you. He cares more than anyone you’ve known.

When you finally fall asleep in the early morning hours, you dream of space. You’re a cosmonaut, dancing on Saturn’s rings, playing baseball with meteors. The darkness is liminal, and pure, and calm. And the constellations are breathing around you, lighting your lawless orbit. You break the trail of a comet, its fire dotting the sky like a stitch on black cloth. Venus is a stray dog, following you wherever you lead it, spinning for attention and praise. Stars flicker like faces, you can’t recognize who they are anymore.

When you touch the Earth, everything sings.

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markantonys · 1 year

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season 1: rand wears little sweaters and cradles little babies in his arms and gets adorably confused when women hit on him

season 2: rand gets pegged every night by his evil sugar mommy

#get you a man who can do both #rand al'thor #wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot show spoilers #wot book spoilers

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zushikiss · 2 years

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💫 Undeveloped Feelings

⤷ a social media au | xiao x fem!reader

sypnosis ; in which your mother enrolls you to the best university in the city so you can properly learn how to use your vision, you struggled with using your vision let alone attempting to master it, growing up in a family where no one else was blessed with a vision except yourself really didn't help in further sharpening your skills, thankfully your professor was kind enough to assign someone to train you, but what happens when your trainer happens to be your ex? will it go from an untrained vision to undeveloped feelings?

genre ; crack, fluff, angst, college!au, modern!au, guitarist!xiao, kind of inspired by bnha if you squint

warnings ; maybe some descriptions of wounds in later chapters, slowburn (at least i'll try), maybe some nsfw jokes being a vision holder ≠ having a vision, being a vision holder is being like a hero, some other people can use their vision in different things, ex. xiangling in cooking, you and xiao are both studying vision wielding (a.k.a the course for heroes), ocs will be included!

taglist status ; open! send an ask or a reply

Presenting the cast for undeveloped feelings!

⤷ ass shakers | big tits and slut waists

Season 1 | pogo man comeback era

01 - stop tryna be different istg

02 - sugar mommy misako

03 - YOUR TRAINERS WHO???

04 - archons save me from this burning hell

05 - vision = burning, kitty = meowing

06 - accident?? i think not

07 - jealousy jealousy

08 - the silent treatment

09 - late night visits

10 - early morning confessions

Season 2 | _____

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:3

Welcome back to my little universe! Grab some popcorn and get comfy! Sorry for the late upload, Tumblr just decided to delete the entire thing!

Part 4 will be posted in two weeks as I'm away next weekend! See you on the 20th November!

Until then, enjoy! xox

Part 1, Part 2

“I didn’t mean it.”

Really.

That’s the honest truth.

You hadn’t intended to slap Carol’s ass.

Just like you hadn’t intended to eat a family size pack of your favourite chocolate the night before.

It’s not your fault you walked into your bedroom as she was bending over putting on her socks.

With her amazing ass just right in your view.

Really; what else were you supposed to do?

It would have been criminal to not slap her ass.

You acted on impulse.

Something you don’t think would help your case much.

“Really. I didn’t.”

Carol glares down at you, her hand tightening around your throat as she pushes your body harder against the bedroom door.

“Check in, kitten. What colour?”

“G-green.”

“If I could lift you up by just your neck - and trust me, the thought of doing that is all I’m thinking of right now - I would. God, you can’t not be a fucking brat, can you?”

“I -”

“You do not get to talk right now, kitten.”

“But -”

“Stop. Talking.”

“Wait I -”

Carol’s hand abruptly leaves your neck and tangles in your hair.

She yanks you harshly against her shoulder.

You whimper, you verbally whimper as you battle with your brain to keep quiet.

“If you value sitting for the next week, Y/N, I really suggest you listen to me.” Carol says. “Now stop talking. Brats don’t get the luxury of verbal communication. Or their fucking nicknames.”

You swallow thickly.

“Did you slap my ass?” Carol asks. “Nod or shake your head only.”

You meekly nod.

“Did you do it to be a brat?”

You quickly shake your head, wanting to plead your innocence.

“Okay. Thank you. Do you understand that you’re still gonna get punished?”

At that, you pout but nod.

“You don’t get to slap your captain's ass, understood?”

You nod.

“Do you think I’m gonna spank your ass for your punishment?” Carol asks.

You nod again.

Carol mercifully lets go of your hair; instead gripping your upper arm and tows you over to your desk.

She plops you into your seat and tells you not to move.

You try to, because it’s you; and when you turn, it’s Carol’s face you’re met with.

“You’re really testing my patience today, Y/N.”

You turn your face back so quickly, hating the way your cheeks blush.

You stare, shocked, as a piece of paper and a pen is placed before you.

“You’re to write lines as your punishment. Understand?”

You sigh and then nod.

Sensing your question, Carol leans over you; deliberately pressing her chest into your back so you’re trapped between her and your desk.

She takes the pen from where it lies and writes at the top of the page: I will not slap my captain's ass.

You’d laugh if you could.

But you’re far too nervous to try.

She can’t be serious.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” Carol replies. “All I want is one page. It’s not that much. 10 minutes. Maximum.”

Carol passes you the pen and kisses your head.

“Get to work, Y/N.”

You expect her to move away, to give you at least some breathing room to work with but she doesn’t.

Carol says exactly where she is, smirking when she hears you let out a small whimper.

“Oh and,” she plucks your phone from your pocket, dangling it in front of your face. “My little girl can’t have any distractions while she does her lines, now can she?”

You glare at her.

Carol winks back.

“Go on.” She says.

Still you don’t write anything.

“Tick tock, Y/N.. The sooner you write them, the sooner this is all over. Or I’ll make it two pages.”

The first line is the most humiliating.

You feel like a petulant child, writing lines in detention.

Seven words.

Seven simple words.

You write them in the type of writing you normally would; nothing different about it.

Only…Carol has something to say when she sees your first line, tutting softly against the shell of your ear.

“That’s a bit big, don’t you think? I think your writing needs to be much smaller, Y/N.”

“I swear to God -”

Carol’s hand moves insanely fast to cover your mouth, near slapping your face in the process.

“Brats don’t get to talk.” Carol says. “You ignore my rule again and you will write the rest of your lines on your knees by my legs, is that understood?”

You nod, fighting the urge to lick the inside of Carol’s hand.

She keeps her hand over your mouth, holding you to her deliberately for a few seconds longer; looking so satisfied with herself.

When you glare, she chuckles.

“Problem, Y/N?”

You shake your head, a muffled, “nuh-huh.” mercifully going unpunished from Carol.

“Get to work, little girl. We don’t have all day.” Carol kisses your head and removes her hand. “If you want that coffee date that is.”

You’re not even ashamed of how quickly that catches your attention.

Your next sentence you make sure you write smaller and when you get Carol’s hum in agreement, you move onto the next line.

“Wait.” She says. “There’s still space there. Fill it up please.”

You suck on your tongue to keep your reply quiet; but you do as you’re told, filling in the rest of the line.

Over and over you go and, once she’s happy, Carol mercifully gives you space, walking across your room.

But instead of leaving you in peace in your room, she perches herself on the edge of your bed, watching you expectantly.

“Come on, Y/N. Chop chop.”

You switch from writing to all in capitals when you reach the 20th line.

But it proves to be harder work so you change to writing in all lower case.

Towards the end, your attention, and your patience runs out; and you see your handwriting growing sloppier.

Messier in fact.

You force yourself to stop, stretching out your stiff back.

When you turn to Carol, you give her your best pout.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Carol pouts back at you before standing. “Do you need to sit on your Captain’s lap? Is it too hard for your dumb little brain to finish such a simple task?”

She scoops you effortlessly from your chair and sits herself down before settling you on top of her lap.

“Write the last couple of your lines. Make sure they’re neat for me and then we can go and get coffee, okay?”

You fight your inner brat the entire time you finish your lines, gripping the pen a little harder than necessary.

When you reach the last line, Carol decides to rest her chin on your shoulder and watches.

She watches as you try to fit the last sentence on the one line; squishing the last two s's together with your tongue sticking out from between your lips.

When you’re finished, you look back at her happily - and possibly a little smugly too.

Carol looks down at your paper and tilts her head.

“I’m half tempted to have you read them out to me.”

Your eyes widen and Carol just smiles.

“I’m messing with you, kitten.”

She pulls you in and kisses your lips.

“We’ll save that for the next time I think.” Carol replies. “Good girl for writing your lines, I’m so proud of you.”

When you don’t reply, the blonde kisses you again.

“You can talk, angel. Your punishment is finished.”

“Thank you, Captain.” You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her deeply, groaning when her tongue fills your mouth.

Your phone clatters to the ground.

You really should be mad; you should find that bratty attitude you had before and fling it right in Carol’s face.

But…you can’t.

Not when you’re sucking on Carol’s tongue and wondering if it’s possible to have a quick fuck on the desk chair you and MJ built.

You suck on it sloppily, slurping up as much of her as you can and when you try to pull back; Carol only grips onto you harder.

Her fingers dig into your sides.

“Come here.”

She pulls back slightly to allow you to reposition yourself, to turn so you’re sitting more comfortably on her lap, with your legs either side of her own.

“I could get used to you like this.” Carol murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip, grinning when you inhale sharply.

“Oh? Is that so, Captain?”

“Mhm,” comes her reply. “My beautiful little sub on my lap. Could life get any better?”

You try desperately not to grind your hips down, especially when Carol begins to kiss at your jaw.

“I - um…”

“Aw, kitten. Did I make you speechless?”

You can’t help but smile.

“Maybe.”

“Good. It’s my new favourite pastime.”

You giggle when Carol kisses a ticklish spot just under your jaw.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Mhm.” Carol leans back and looks at you. “Your chest blushes when you get flustered. And you find it really hard to maintain eye contact too.”

You really don’t know how to reply, opting to run your tongue over your bottom lip instead while your brain desperately tries to think of some words.

That catches Carol’s interest.

“I wanna suck on that tongue.”

“Do it then.”

Carol drags you closer, eyes never leaving your mouth.

“Maybe suck on your nipples until you’re grinding on my lap.”

“Yes please.”

“And then throw you on the bed and suck on your clit so you can make those pretty noises for me.”

You lean down and kiss up Carol’s neck.

“Go on, captain.” You whisper, moving to suck the tip of her ear into her mouth.

Carol’s hands slide under your shirt, dragging her nails down your back.

Her breath shakes as you let out a small moan.

You hear your bedroom door opening before you have time to react.

“WHY ARE YOU IN MY HO - OH MY EYES! MY EYES!”

You and Carol jerk apart.

You’d have toppled to the floor if Carol didn’t have an iron grip on you.

“Careful, careful,” she mutters, keeping you trapped on her lap, her thumb rubbing at you reassuringly.

Carol doesn’t care for the intrusion; if it wasn’t for your reaction so uncomfortably; she would have gladly continued with an audience.

Standing at your doorway, holding a frying pan above her head, is MJ; while Peter stands next to her.

“Oh - oh my God.” MJ’s cheeks are red as she desperately tries to look everywhere but at you and Carol.

The frying pan falls limp to her side.

Something which the blonde finds very amusing.

“What’s the matter, MJ? Never seen your best friend in a compromising position before?”

You hit her shoulder.

“It’s hardly a compromising position.”

“Would you like me to change that?” Carol is very serious when she says this.

“No thank you.”

“Tone down the attitude, little one.” Carol pecks your lips. “What would you like, MJ? You’re lingering.”

“I just - a warning next time, so I don’t bash your skulls in with a frying pan, okay?”

“I’d like to see you try, MJ, but okay. Next time I will hang one of Y/N’s bra from the door handle for you, okay?”

“Smartass.”

Carol shrugs.

“And yet you’re still here.” The blonde continues. “I will happily continue if you’d like to watch. Y/N makes some lovely noises when I -”

Your bedroom door gets slammed shut before Carol can finish and you let out a bark of laughter.

“Will you ever stop teasing her?” You ask.

“When it stops being funny, yes.”

You hum in reply and lean down to capture her lips with yours once again.

“I’m afraid though, the mood has shifted.” You sigh. “Even though I really, really want to carry on…I’d rather not hear MJ and Peter have sex.”

Carol groans and leans back on the chair.

“I would rather not hear that either.”

“Rain check?”

Carol tickles your sides before removing her hands from under your shirt.

“If we must.” She sighs. “If we were at my place, I’d have you screaming under me right now. Just saying.”

“Maybe we can change that later…” You twirl some of her hair. “Spend the night at yours so we’re not cramped on my single bed…”

“But we’ll only be sleeping…” Carol tilts her head. “Why would we need the extra space, kitten?”

Grabbing her face with sudden confidence, you kiss her with such hunger that you nearly wind yourself.

“Because, Captain.” You say, “I want you to fuck me senseless later.”

Her hand snaps to your neck again.

“Such foul language, kitten.” She growls. “Say it again.”

“Happily, Captain.”

20 minutes and 4 new hicky's on your neck later, you and Carol emerge from your bedroom hand in hand.

And leave the apartment in a very loud fashion so MJ definitely knows you’re going.

The two of you reemerge into society, the sun blinding you both for a moment as you pass the doorway; and while Carol is her usual confident self, you’re very aware of the large marks she left on your neck.

Carol takes your hand as it subconsciously tries to hide them when you pass an elderly lady with her shopping.

“You did it to yourself, baby.” She says. “Don’t poke me if you can’t handle the consequences.”

“I know.” You grumble. “I just didn’t think you’d do 4.”

Humming, Carol lets you walk ahead through a particularly congested part of the sidewalk; smugly knowing you’re as red as a tomato.

Once you’re back together, hands reunited, Carol glances at her work.

“Well, one was for the swearing, baby. You know we don’t like our pretty little thing using such foul words -”

“ - even if you asked me to repeat it?”

“ - even though you asked me to repeat it, kitten. Why'd you think I gave you funishment?”

You look at Carol, smiling.

“I’ve never had a funishment before.”

Carol lightly slaps your ass.

“Well now you have, baby girl.” She replies. “Where was I? The second one was because you said I wouldn’t do it and when do I ever back down from a challenge? The last two were purely self indulgent. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

Carol shrugs.

“I have no idea. Maybe we should test this theory again when we’re back at my apartment? See just how loud you can get.”

A man and wife walking past the two of you both glance in your direction when Carols says this, and you quickly decide the sidewalk looks beautiful.

“You’re so easy to fluster, I love it.”

“Oh shut up.”

You’re too flustered to even register you’re at the coffee shop and Carol has to pull on your hand to stop you walking.

She eyes a cluster of seagulls as they perch on the roof.

“Wha - oh.”

Ever the gentlewoman, Carol holds the door open for you and allows you to walk inside first.

From your jacket pocket, your phone begins to buzz.

“I swear to God, if this is MJ.”

“What do you want to order, babe?” Carol asks as you take your cell out.

“My usual please.”

You check your phone and let out an excited squeal.

“It’s Nat!”

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leleamo · 2 months

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Hard Days in Hell

(episode 1, season 1)

(A big thank you to @nyxthehunterxdblog who came up with the idea for the episode name)

Hell, inside a dark cave with small lamps that barely lit the place, looked like a village, with rotten apple trees surrounding the place and houses, and in the center of the place, the large tower of the owner of the place... there were no schools, hospitals, water, only imps with bad attitudes and evil minds... except one.

admiring the sea of blood, with a small torture area for sinners, was Blitz, an imp, holding a bag with food, a little money in his hand, and a cell phone to his ear

"Blitz! Are you listening to me?! Dude, I hate when you stop talk" the harsh voice came from the cell phone, waking Blitz from his trance

"Sorry Drake, I.. I have to go home, we'll see you later... bye"

"Dude, you irritate me."

Hanging up the well-kept but cheap phone, Blitz walked to the hill, where the poorest imp lived, with shabby houses at risk of falling down, and one of them was the house of Blitz and his sisters.

Blitz walked while scratching his dark circles, tired from his last job, living as a fix it-man was hard, but that didn't matter, having food at home was his life's mission and that's how he would live, while saying good night to his neighbors, he arrived at his house, but something caught his attention, his sisters surrounding a harpy eagle, beautiful and rich-looking...

who seemed to be embroidering something, Blitz moved, his sisters noticed and went to meet him, with warm hugs, and cute "I'm glad you arrived!" "We're having a surprise for you!" "Miss Stella, don't tell him yet!" Blitz's eyes looked up at Stella, so that was the name of the beautiful lady...

"Girls... can you come inside please...?" The little girls went inside, leaving only him and her "ah.. ehh.. hi"

"heheh, hello, you're Blitz, right? Nice to meet you, sir" was a delicate and graceful voice, as she settled herself sitting on the small wall that surrounded the hill "your sisters are so sweet, they all came to me when they saw me, they said they had already seen me around the village and wanted me to do some embroidery for you, hehehe, they described you perfectly..." her eyes went up and down as she analyzed Blitz "they were so sweet that I didn't mind doing it for free! hehehe~<3"

"thank you, that's very kind of you" Blitz said as he sat down next to her "I didn't doubt they would use the money for that... can I see?" He calmly took her cute and well-made embroidery, from Blitz with a smile that he only had with his sisters, they really described him well "it's great... you did a great job"

"thanks... they said you work a lot and that it wouldn't be a very good reward, but that it would still be a great gift..."

"ah.. uh.. it's a great gift indeed... but a really good gift is them, my only family... heh... I just try to make us have a more decent life, even if..." he looked at the little money in his hands... and so did she.

"you know... I heard that the Goetia pay very well, and they don't mind having imps walking around their homes, if you save enough, you can at least.. I don't know, buy a better house"

"saving money doesn't work, where do I get money to buy food?-

"I'll buy it! I'll stay here with the girls while you work and pay for the food!"

"... do you want to be my Sugar Mommy or something? hehehe!"

"it's my way of making new friends.."

"buying them?"

"do you want my help or not?"

"hahah! I want I want... thank you Stella..."

she laughed before standing up, smiling and picking up her belongings "ah but to talk to the Goetias you need to ask permission from... you know who..." she gave a hopeful smile and left, Blitz smiled back and then looked at the tower, the owner's tower, where he would have to go... but tomorrow, now, it was time to rest...

the next morning, already in front of the tower's great gates, Blitz entered, the place was completely dark and black, with few windows that gave very little light, after we walked through the hallway, he arrived at the room of mirrors... and in the center, there was him, L, admiring himself as if he were the only one...

"sir... sorry to bother you... I wanted to know if I have permission to talk to the Goetias..." Blitz's voice echoed through the giant room...

"Yes." was the only thing he said, without even turning around to take his face away from the mirrors, and Blitz wasted no time and ran away, he felt uncomfortable in his presence, he hated having to consider that to be like his creator...

leaving the place, Blitz sighed in relief, not only for having left, but because now... it could be the chance to change his life... okay, it was time to start!

thanks for reading!

#the loney imp #Helluva boss #helluva boss rewrite #helluva boss redesign #ep 1 #season 1

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bluejutdae · 2 months

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Please tell me you have read this, it is so-

https://www.tumblr.com/hyunniesgirl/738010565638750208/trophy-husband?source=share

Like friend!changbin as your +1 till he actually becomes your trophy husband

-🫶

That was really good, model Changbin letting you be his Sugar Mommy, with the only job of being an eye candy (and your personal bull, let’s be honest!) is so fucking hot?

friend!Changbin being your +1 at a wedding, but you lie saying you’re together cause you don’t want to hear the usual “when are you going to get married?” and there’s event after event; you always buy him a suit or some nice clothes to wear, shoes and a coat once. and of course there’s an open bar at like the fifth wedding of the season and when you wake up, the morning after, you’re naked in bed and memories of the previous night slowly force themselves into your brain and what you remember is kisses and clothes being removed, gorgeous Binnie making fantastic sounds and you both hitting the bed with a giggle and… yeah, you had drunk sex. Not that you need the memories when Changbin is sleeping, naked, with a beefy arm keeping you close to him and his half hard cock so close to your wet cunt.

After that it’s almost a routine, he’s your +1, you buy him something to wear, you thank him with dinner at a fancy restaurant, you pretend to be together, you have amazing toe-curling sex, you don’t really talk about it.

But when some girl tries to hit on him at a function you realize you can’t lose him. And he was just waiting for you. So now he’s your plus one, but he’s your boyfriend.

And at your wedding, after you two fucked quickly in a bathroom, an old aunt giggles in your ear and compliments you on scoring such a pretty trophy husband. Yeah, you did a pretty good job!

Friend SKZ being your +1 was one of my first posts here and I loved making it.

#bluejutdae asks: 🫶

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skylarynn-ninjago · 2 years

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Rise of the Snakes - React, pt 1

Rise of the Snakes

00:13 Yo Wu, chill. Just because you're the son of basically god you don't gotta be this dramatic. Leave that to Garmadon, he's better at it anyway

1:05 Ayo, was that the Sacred Flute in that little cabinet Wu's meditating in front of?

1:11 That is a lot of cobwebs

1:29 Is this also a Milton Dyer game?

1:53 Excuse me did Kai's voice just come out of Cole's mouth?

2:02 So the Ninja like pepperoni and black olive pizza, apparently

4:31 How far is Jamanakai Village if it takes them this long to fly there on dragonback but Nya just walks on over in a short enough time there's still daylight during the same day when Lloyd comes back with Serpentine?

5:40 Love that the main character of this entire series was named for a pun

5:54 How common knowledge is Lloyd's existence if Cole already knew he was at Darkly's Boarding School for Bad Boys?

6:27 Why are the Serpentine treated like this ancient legen if they were only put in the tombs like forty years ago?

7:30 Love how Kai says 'muchacho' and then him speaking apparently Spanish is never brought up again

7:58 ...and that was Cole's voice coming from Kai's mouth. They're just swapping voices today

9:06 And Kai's words from Cole's mouth again. What communication breakdown happened between the VAs recording and the animators?

9:59 So if the Hypnobrai line with Ice, and the Constrictai line with Earth, the frick are the Venomari, Fangpyres, and Anacondrai supposed to be?

10:01 Also why are Lloyd's teeth green in this lighting?

10:33 We've seen instances where Hypnobrai hypnotism happens almost immediately, so why does literally nothing happen to Lloyd even though he's maintained eye contact with Slithraa for a good 20 seconds?

10:58 What is the aging process like for Serpentine? Why are there always tiny snakes that match the features of the Serpentine? Do they hatch from eggs, be little snakes for a bit, then spontaneously grow arms and legs? Will someone please explain this?

11:29 If Nya's close to beating Kai's speed record on the training course, shouldn't she figure out Spinjitzu way sooner than whenever she actually does in the show? Might need to fix that in mine, since Misako's shown to do Spinjitzu without having access to elemental powers.

11:59 How early into the show did Nya start working on the Samurai concept?

13:40 Kai having issues controlling his sword is because dragon = stronger elemental connection

13:50 I love the detail that the fire makes a protective/possessive circle around Kai

14:38 Knowing about Morro makes Wu's saltiness about the Green Ninja shenanigans that much more painful

15:41 To Scales's point though you snakes cannot digest large amounts of sugar

16:10 Does the spirit smoke tell the present, or the future? Because we kinda see it doing both. Also does this mean Wu gets high?

17:35 ...aside from the General, do they have tails?

17:52 How the frick did Nya know the antivenin was in the staff? I get her figuring out Slithraa's the general, but were the Hypnobrai just outright stating 'the cure's in the staff, better not let the villagers get ahold of it'?

19:14 Where is Scales's rattle? Because snake man does not have a tail at this juncture.

19:50 Nothing to see here, just polluting the water supply for the greater good

20:42 Are they foreshadowing Nya's the Samurai later this season or are they foreshadowing Nya's actually the Water Ninja four seasons from now?

Home

1:44 Why are they calling it a roof, it's a courtyard

3:43 Jay's off-and-on Brooklyn accent from early in the show is weird man

3:55 Zane's probably reminding Wu of Morro with the homeless, parentless child thing...

4:13 I'm sorry, are the dragons' reins directly affixed to their jaws?

6:13 Let the man wear his frilly pink apron in peace

7:32 Zane panting with his mouth shut, 100% robot over here

7:47 Mommy issues anyone?

9:00 I'm with Jay here, I'd want to keep the treehouse

9:30 Kai clearly attended the Jack Sparrow school of getting places

10:51 Good news for that unfortunate Hypnobrai, snakes don't really get concussed

10:32 Wilhelm Scream Counter: 1

11:00 Times Ninja have Turned Evil™: Cole: 1

11:38 Lloyd in a Cage™ Counter: 1 Alternatively, Times a Ninja Has Been Captured: Lloyd: 1

13:32 Times the Monastery has Burned Down: 1

14:39 Priorities, Jay, yeesh

17:39 Fang Kwan Do; so painfully underutilized.

21:31 Excuse me how the frick did Lloyd find them?

Snakebit

2:45 How does giving the cabin a steambath help exactly?

3:29 How did Ed and Edna know where their son was? This is like the morning after the monastery burned down, the frick

8:17 Why are the Fangpyres Transylvanian? I know it's because the vampire aesthetic, but like what would the in-story reason be? None of the other tribes seem to have accents other than maybe the Anacondra [because Pythor sounds British and I don't remember what Arcturus sounded like]

10:50 Does the bite of the Fangpyre affect other Serpentine?

11:08 Being bitten by the Fangpyres - the only time Jay and his parents shared DNA

11:24 That's rich Cole, considering you've been lying to your dad constantly for years

11:49 From this point onwards Kai, Zane, and Cole should've totally weaponized Nya as a motivational tool against Jay. Pretty sure most of the time Nya would agree with them.

12:05 I swear Wu ripped that thermometer off the side of a building, because where else do you find one that big. Also, considering he was walking around from behind the dragon, what kind of thermometer do you think it is?

12:11 Love the detail that the dragons are teenagers too

12:41 What's brilliant about this scene is it's impossible to tell if they were legitimately oblivious or intentionally screwing with Jay

13:23 Brilliant that Jay starts to get a slight Minnesotan accent when agitated; he's his parents' son

13:57 I repeat, can they turn Serpentine?

14:10 I know it's supposed to be creepy and snaky but all I can think of with the wrecking ball is an overripe jack-o-lantern

14:42 They each express it in different ways but I love how each of the Ninja has a protective streak a mile wide

14:52 Jay over here straight Matrix™ing the wrecking ball

15:05 Excuse me Nya was that a crotch shot there

16:12 Jay; Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass - Just Add Endangered Parents!

17:16 I'm with Jay here, half the plots in this show would not go nearly as catastrophically sideways as they do if Wu just told people shit

17:55 Jay gets a jet, Kai gets a motorcycle, Cole gets a dope car, Zane...gets a Zamboni. Or is it a Zaneboni?

18:42 So do they just immediately know how to drive the vehicles because they're in tune with the weapons, or are all these teenagers actually certified drivers? When did Kai learn how to ride a motorcycle if he's been running a business since he was 5?

19:41 Why did turning into a snake make Ed's goatee black?

20:47 They should totally make the dragon figurehead into a canon at some point in this show

#rise of the snakes #ninjago #sensei wu #kai smith #kai jiang #nya smith #nya jiang #cole brookestone #jay walker #jay gordon #zane julien #ninjago skales #ninjago scales #ninjago slithraa

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v-tired-queer · 1 year

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I have been awake for twenty straight hours now, so as I lay here upside down on my bed, here's a list of things I've learned and done in that time, in no particular order:

Got jazzed on some energy drinks

Got my bangs cut (I can see now! 😃)

Brought in a bed

Assembled the bed hours after bringing it in

Went through two storage boxes and tossed what I no longer need or want

Found a lot of condoms and dental dams that are still within the expiration date but I don't need (1. virgin 2. ttc next year 3. high school me really thought I'd be getting some but the only thing I got was depression RIP 4. on the asexual spectrum)

Reorganized my jewelry

Ate some ice cream (it was neopolitan 🤍🤎🩷)

Reorganized my books

Watched some YouTube videos

Watched some funny animal videos on TikTok

Wondered if he actually thinks I'm pretty

Wondered what his voice sounds like

Questioned my romantic orientation

Missed a call from Social Security Administration (gotta call them back on Monday)

Downloaded an important document from the Social Security website and learned that you can adopt a kid while on disability which was something I didn't know

Designated a whole notebook to adulting notes (it's essentially a whole notebook dedicated to that moment when you're frantically looking for a peice of paper to write this very important thing down) (I now carry it in my purse)

Cleaned out my purse

Got sad when I discovered that my hand sanitizer is too big for my jack-o-lantern hand sanitizer holder keychain

Got annoyed with That Aunt who decided to spend the night

Pet my mom's dog (x100)

Had some pretty good macaroni and cheese

Had some more ice cream

Was in pain because I'm lactose intolerance

Maintained annoyance with That Aunt

Greatly missed my dad's side of the family and then my dad but then his side even more

Cleaned out my closet

Organized my clothes

Set up my altar for the autumn season and added a picture of Mother Mary and Baby Jesus

Took my medication a half hour late but hey I still took it so yay!

Checked my email (nothing fun or important)

Swept my floor

Made my bed

Accidentally drank more caffeine without realizing it

Listened to country songs

Moved some wall decor to a different wall in my bedroom

Stretched

Switched to water

Took an ovulation test (I think it was positive but it was hard to tell--the lines looked almost the same but maybe not quite enough to be positive)

Took out the trash

Daydreampt about being a parent and picking my kids up from school and helping them with their homework at the kitchen table with a snack of homemade chocolate chip cookies

Craved chocolate chip cookies

Did not get any chocolate chip cookies

Hung out with my mom

Thought about how cute his smile is

Thought about how cute her smile is

Accidentally broke my glasses (again) (big oopsie) (they were cheaters from the dollar store so no big deal but still)

Decided what I want done with my body in the event that I die (context: I broke a tombstone Halloween decoration that I had and it made me think of cemeteries and then I thought of my local cemetery aka my Happy Place and thus, the I Wanna Be Cremated and Then Have My Ashes Burried There thoughts commenced)

Decided that it would be really cute if my mom, my brother and I all had matching sashes for my baby shower (mine--Mommy to Be; my mom's--Nana to Be; my brother's--Uncle to Be)

Found my military coin from when I was in JROTC in high school and put it back in my wallet for the ✨️nostalgia✨️

Got hungry but forgot to eat (oops)

Hung up my clothes in the closet

Learned how to clean the silver earring holder that my mom gave me years ago (so shiny now!)

Filled up my box of crystals and rocks (!!!)

Was genuinely not depressed or anxious for the first time in weeks

Accidentally said I don't drink coffee when actually I love coffee but only if it's iced and doused in sugar but I've had enough caffeine and it was to That Aunt so actually it's fine

Stayed hydrated after I switched to water

Checked the weather forecast

Swore a lot (fuck was my favorite word)

Made a shopping list

#how the fuck do i tag this #turns out i do and think a lot when i'm not depressed #who would have guessed #lmfao #what i did today #no sleep #i did not sleep last night #insomnia #insomniac #kit's diary 7 🖊#i am very tired

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nothingunrealistic · 2 years

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great moments in billions season 1: the scene in 1x02 in which

chuck is buying donuts for his kids when he sees bert kroll, a guy he prosecuted, behind him in line with his own kids and gives the donut truck employee $20 to pay for whatever kroll wants

chuck attempts to convince his kids to not tell anyone about getting donuts “to make mommy happy”

kroll throws his donut at chuck (specifically a powdered donut that leaves sugar all over chuck’s suit jacket), tells chuck that he’s going to prison the next day and will have to leave his kids behind, and asks how chuck lives with himself

kroll throws the $20 back in chuck’s face, and after kroll walks away, chuck picks it up off the ground and pockets it

#i remembered most of this but the donut-throwing thing totally slipped my mind. television #billions #1x02 #chuck rhoades #bert kroll

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miss-celestial-being · 2 years

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I tagged 6,304 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#boredbeestalk - 2,341 posts

#boredbeesask - 1,697 posts

#nix the meanie - 465 posts

#mymayflower - 406 posts

#nix the wifey - 373 posts

#boredbeessleep - 314 posts

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Longest Tag: 141 characters

#are names are so similar and our math teacher put us next to each other which is very confusing for her and us but idc bc i sit next to her😌

My Top Posts in 2022:

Simp Draco doing everything he can to impress hufflepuff reader when he sees her

Yes! Thank you for the request!!!

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Walk In The Snow

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Silky h/c hair, big e/c eyes, and that adorable smile that could make anyone blush, even the darkest of souls. Even Draco Malfoy.

She walks down the corridors with her books against her chest and the cutest rosie cheeks caused by the crisp winter air. "Hey Y/l/n." Draco says as Y/n walks toward him. He didn't mean to sound aggressive, but it came out like that, causing Y/n to jump a but. It broke his heart.

"H-hi..." She wouldn't even look at him. Draco sighed. "Sorry if I scared you." Y/n's eyes shot up to look at him in surprise. "I just... I wanted to know if you'd like to go on a walk out in the snow." Draco hunched his shoulders a bit trying to make himself smaller. "I- sure." Y/n smiled, making Draco's knees weak. "Great."

While walking Draco showed Y/n a few spells he'd just learned to do. He disappeared, and reappeared behind a tree making Y/n giggle with joy and clap her hands like a young child. Draco noticed her shivering and took of his coat to wrap around her. He then took them both to The Three Broomsticks for a late lunch and warm Butterbeer her hand in his the whole time.

"You didn't really tell me why you wanted to come with you..." Y/n said quietly. Draco chuckled. "Is it not obvious?" Y/n just looked at him. Draco cleared his throat before continuing. "I- um, I like you." He looked down at his Buttebeer, avoiding Y/n's gaze.

When he finally did look up, Y/n was smiling that cute smile that always made his heart beat faster and he blushed. He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/n's arms wrapped around him in a big hug making him tense up before relaxing into her touch and smiling.

"I- I like you too." Y/n whispered in his ear, her arms still around him. Draco hugged her waist and she settled on his lap. He rubbed her back and Y/n started feeling sleepy, her eyes closing slowly.

"I don't know if you're awake, but I'm really glad I asked you to come with me. I love you my little angel." Y/n smiled tiredly against his shoulder. "I love you too." She hummed before sleep caught up to her, light snores passing through her parted lips.

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Reblog if you liked this since tags aren't working rn

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I usually hate it when they say I love you right after they start dating, but this just felt right....

Please send a request for a blurb in my ask box :)

237 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

i feel like in season 5 there will be a kiss between at least one of the gay ships we all love but it'll be unscripted like the jopper kiss

261 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

Draco x reader

He is obsessed with reader and just follows her around and does anything she ask and she just knows she have him wrapped around her finger

Hmmm... I tried

"Hi Draco." Y/n said sweetly as she walked to her seat, her yellow tie tied messily.

"H-hi Y/n! Do- do y'need help fixing your tie?" Y/n laughed softly and nodded. "That's very nice of you, Draco." She smiled at him and let him get to work on the tie.

When he was done, he laid the tie gently over her sweater and let her tuck it in. "I-is there anything else you need help with?"

Y/n shrugged. "Um, I can't think of anything right now, maybe later." Draco nodded. "Oh ok. I'll be here if you need anything, anything at all." He smiled, a small blush covering his features in the cutest way.

Moments later, Y/n accidentally hit her pen off ber desk. Draco immediately ran to help, picking it up and placing it neatly on her desk in a flash. Y/n turned and smiled at him, going back to her work.

Draco followed Y/n around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day so that whenever she needed help, he'd be there to do it.

Y/n and Draco were doing homework together in the library, working on Potions. Y/n was trying to finish her essay on the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. "...if you brew the potion correctly, and add a hair of the person you wish to change into, you can turn into- no, that doesn't sound right. What's a good word for that?" Draco's head shot up. "Become?" Y/n let that process in her mind for a moment before nodding. She smiled.

"Thank you, Draco, you're the best." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, leaving him a blushing and stuttering mess.

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my baby looks good in anything but GOD does he look good in brown 😵‍💫

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My #1 post of 2022

could this be a tag game 👀

use this picrew to make you regularly vs what you want to look like (can be minor changes or completely different)

npt- @alexis-angelsss @thehalfbloodedwitch @blackthunder137 @buckleysblossoms @imabee-oralizard @andvys @natti-ice + anyone who wants to <;33

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g-kat423 · 5 months

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🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Hey thanks! Also really appreciate adding the questions next to the emojis so I don’t have to keep looking back and forth, it makes it so much easier 💕

🧃 share some personal lore you never posted about before

Hmm I’m not sure if it means my personal lore or lore about the characters I write for so ¿por qué no los dos?

For Alcina, at some point I believe that there was a final tell all interview with the last surviving member of the Pallboys as part of a larger article regarding Alcina’s rise to fame, decline in career, and her sudden disappearance. A maid was the one who found it after reading a forbidden newspaper smuggled in by The Duke. The maid puts two and two together as Alcina snatches the paper from her, and Alcina disposed of the maid before the maid had the chance to swear she’d never tell anyone about Alcina’s past (the maid actually had a lot of respect for Alcina so RIP).

Me: I like to do karaoke on the smule app and I have a bunch of private recordings. I wish I had more opportunities to sing. I’d love to go to a karaoke place but the only one I know of that has karaoke consistently is a bar in a not so great area.

🪐 Name three good things going on in your life right now

1. My pain while still chronic has been really manageable lately.

2. I’ve been able to go on walks when the weather is nice and don’t have to worry about paying for it wip my hip app patched up.

3. The seasonal depression is lifting as the weather improves and I’ve been more motivated in my creative endeavors (sure, no updates yet, but I am working towards it).

🦋 share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

I’ve been thinking a lot about the convention I want to attend in October. I am both excited and really nervous. I’m nervous because I have agoraphobia and it will be a challenge to be able to attend an event like that. I am also nervous about drawing attention to myself since I plan to wear my Alcina cosplay, but it is probably the only opportunity I will ever have to meet both Maggie Robertson and Neil Newbon so I need to leave my comfort zone.

🦴 is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Plenty of them! Barring the obvious influence of Resident Evil since I mainly write about Alcina, I take a lot of inspiration from my favorite shows and movies. My fic Something Sweet while mostly relying on the sugar baby/sugar mommy dynamic was inspired by my first time watching Carol, I just chose to go in a modern direction (also no powers) and added the sugar baby thing because when the idea popped into my head, I was at work wishing that I had a sugar mommy then I was like omg what if Alcina was a sugar mommy?? Then I wrote the first chapter and initially wasn’t going to post anything, but I thought maybe it will get some bites? I am grateful for the response it had and still has despite my inconsistency with updating 🥲 I swear it will be finished, it is fully outlined.

#anon

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weggocs · 2 years

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Name: Dylan Walker

Age: 21 in season 1

Gender: Not really

Pronouns: They/Them

Sexuality: Yes

Personality:

Dylan is fiery, cocky, and confident on the outside, but it doesn’t take much to make them falter. They’ve had to be independent from fresh out the womb, since they and their siblings were sort of packed in like sardines. They were a bit of a troublemaker in highschool (mommy and daddy didn’t give them any attention so they had to seek it out themselves) but they weren’t exactly good at making friends, so most of their time was spent smoking weed and pretending to be at soccer practice. They are sarcastic, loud, and they have a bad habit of striking first and asking questions later. It is inconveniently easy to get a rise out of them, and the truest satisfaction they can find is by drawing out a reaction from those around them. They don’t particularly care whether that reaction manifests as a laugh or a punch.

Appearance:

They are toned, brunette, and have a sort of roguish smile that has charmed many a lady in bars all across the country.

When it comes to clothing, they favor earth tones--warm browns and greens, primarily. They dress warm, and favor the standard Winchester outfits, so they own quite a lot of flannel. Their usual fit goes as such: tanktop, then flannel, then a camo jacket on the top, and green or brown or gray cargo pants baggie enough to hide a gun and several knives. They wear some variation of the same thing every single day and it hasn’t occurred to them that switching it up might bring some spice to their dangerous but repetitive life.

Background:

Family? When asked, they don’t have one. When drunk (or, more likely, high) Dylan might let slip that they come from a big, Irish Catholic household in the suburbs of Missouri. The kind of household with so many children that the less gifted slip through the cracks. They might make an off-handed comment about caring for little siblings when their mother was busy, or their familiarity with sharing a room. They might even mention their pastor father, but things would probably get quiet after that. They don’t like to talk about the time before they met Ellen, Jo and Ash. All that’s behind them, now.

At the age of 20, they sold their soul to a crossroads demon as a cheap way to get their tits chopped off, and thus launched into hunting in order to find a way to live on after their ten years are up. They found the Roadhouse about a year before the boys did and was drawn to Ash in particular, as a fellow long-time stoner with transgender swag. His death made them realize that, whether there is hope for them or not, they must use whatever time they have left hunting and killing the supernatural.

Flaws:

Pride. Dylan hates looking stupid and, with the exception of a few close friends, they will always take jabs personally. They find asking for help nearly impossible. If their ego is bruised, they can become unbearable, pouty and frustrated (and this childish reaction leads to shame, so they can easily end up in a bummed loop).

They also have an insatiable sweet-tooth. They can’t drink tea or coffee without at least four spoonfuls of sugar and they used to steal ice cream bars from their school cafeteria every other day. But their sugar habits make them feel childish, so they try to keep their cravings to themself.

Strengths:

Being brought up in an intensely conservative area did have its perks. Because of their father’s paranoia, Dylan was great with a handgun even before they started hunting. They were also a girl scout, and so they know how to construct a small fire and very little else.

They’re also very good at enduring pain. This stems primarily from their excruciating periods, which began early and would hurt so much that they would be bedridden for two days minimum every month. It was a curse, but now, as a hunter, Dylan is a little grateful that they became so familiar with agony so early on.

Fears:

Besides death (which they do fear, no matter how hard they try to brush it off), Dylan’s afraid of a handful of things. When they’ve had friends, they’ve feared for their safety. After the Roadhouse went up, their anxiety about the people they care about got a little out of hand, which manifested in an alert on their laptop set to notify them whenever a suspicious case came up within fifty miles of her home.

Fun Facts:

They can’t sleep without getting high first. A typical night for them looks like wrapping up the research on their current case around 2:00 am and then rolling, smoking, and passing out. With the exception of the occasional day off (never by choice), they’ve been smoking at least once a day since their junior year of high school.

Potential Interests: Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel

Sexual Preferences:

In all their sexual escapades, Dylan has always been the dominant one. Like, touch-me-not levels of dominant. They don’t even enjoy it, it just hasn’t occurred to them that sex is supposed to feel good, that they should like it. Consciously, they don’t want to relinquish power to someone, but a part of them they refuse to acknowledge craves being put in their place. Being taken care of, used, whatever. They’re too prideful to ask for it, and their hook-ups are never more than drunken one-night-stands anyway, so the trust they need never gets established but, with time, perhaps they will find what they’re looking for.

Dylan is also, unfortunately, attracted to danger. They need a partner whose confidence outweighs whatever vitriol they’d throw at them, someone they can push and tease who will return that mischief tenfold. They need someone whose power is evident enough that, ultimately, they can’t question it. Unfortunately, that sort of person also annoys the shit out of them. Getting properly fucked remains an eternal struggle.

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sawwyouuinadream · 3 years

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My Favorite Underrated WLW Cinema

To keep this as a memory, after a lot of deliberation, I’m creating this list of all my favorite Sapphic movies of all time. Note that it is purely subjective to me, and they aren’t necessarily big-budget, blockbusters, or period dramas. I obviously love films like Carol, the Handmaiden, etc. a lot, but personally, I love indie films. So, these are mostly Indie films and are quite underrated. All of these have beautiful poetic cinematography and heart-touching storylines. In no particular order:

1. The Half of It (2020, USA):

Probably the most famous film on this list, this is Alice Wu’s second directorial venture after a long hiatus post Saving Face. It’s about a seventeen-year-old girl named Ellie Chu who is basically a dark academia Tumblr lesbian. She liked the pastor’s daughter but well the pastor’s daughter is very pretty so many boys like her. One of the boys approach her to write a love letter coz lesbehonest we’ve been there done that (I mean I’m 100% Ellie minus the swag) and a lot of things happen. Just watch the film to know more. It's beautiful, deep, and sweet and has some tidbits about religion and queerness. Oh, and cute platonic friendships.

2. Desert Hearts (1985, USA):

The shots in this film is literally so ahead of its time, it feels like a period film honestly. Plus, the costume, the landscape- if you’re an 80s fashion buff, this is the best thing that could happen to you. Not to mention the leads are extremely beautiful. It was also groundbreaking for being a film of 1980s that didn’t shame lesbians and made them own up their sexualities. Also, if you like older women, I gotchu.

3. Moonlit Winter (2019, South Korea)

This was truly unlike any sapphic film I ever watched. It’s basically about a teenage girl discovering her mom is gay and helping her get back to her lover. Like? Omg? Also gay Asian middle-aged lesbians and repressed emotions? I’m bawling my eyes out. The lingering shots were especially beautiful and the strengthening of the mother-daughter relationship throughout the runtime as the mother gradually got comfortable in acknowledging her sexuality hit home. Like no, my mother isn’t gay but who doesn’t have mommy issues. Right….. Right?

4. Water lilies (2007, France):

Have you had feelings for your senior? Did you have gay panic in your changing rooms? Did you have homoerotic tension with women in tight swimming costumes? Did you have internalized homophobia? This film is all that and Celine Sciamma and Adele Haenel’s first film together so wink wink ultra super gay.

5. Shiva Baby (2020, USA and Canada):

It’s about a miserable bisexual girl who has to deal with her sugar daddy, her ex-girlfriend, her parents and the outcomes of her pathological lying while her sugar daddy’s wife ( Diana Agron I KNOW) poses a threat to her existence. It’s a comedy and it’s very funny. The set ups were hilarious, the plot twists were un anticipated and the horror music score was so unconventional but it fit perfectly.

6. Our love story (2016, South Korea):

It is probably the most realistic portrayal of a queer couple in their twenties on film. The messiness of it, the misunderstandings, having to hide the relationship from disapproving parents. It is very cute and heartwarming at times, with the lingering shots of typical Korean indie films, and at times it gives you a reality check that relationships are very messy.

7. Saving Face (2004, USA):

Alice Wu’s first child, this is the best lesbian rom-com to exist and that’s on period. The situational comedy, the lovely relationship between the two leads, and a happy ending, Happiest Season could never. It also deals with very serious topics like pregnancy at an older age and homophobic parents with so much sensitivity and light humor. A totally feel-good movie.

8. Kajillionaire (2020, USA):

Evan Rachel Wood was my bisexual awakening and the woman is horribly underrated in film. She portrays this odd girl in this film who has been raised by her con man parents to just cheat the system and engage in petty robberies. Her journey of breaking out of her toxic parents and finding someone who cares for her gave me goosebumps. The movie is brilliantly written and directed by Miranda July and its quirky aesthetic and satire of the system makes it one of a kind. Also Gina Rodriguez is so cute.

9. Fire (1996, India and Canada):

This film overcame a lot of hurdles and managed to provide authentic queer representation in the Indian Demographic as early as 1996. It also ends on a positive note which is really commendable. The acting, the scriptwriting, the themes of yearning, confusion, and coming to terms with your sexuality against the dogmatic and patriarchal society of India makes this film a must-watch. Especially if you’re South Asian.

10. I care a lot (2020, USA): This dark comedy portrays the sapphic lead to be a villain but I honestly loved the film for a multitude of reasons. The plot aka Rosamund Pike’s suits and Eiza Gonzalez’s sunglasses were pathbreaking. Jokes aside, the plot was really unique and it treated the sapphic couple like a regular one which was refreshing. On top of that, the age difference in the couple made my heart rate increase a lot so there’s that. The movie in itself is truly brilliant oh yes and Tyrion Lannister did so well I love him.

This list is in no way exhaustive. It doesn’t have enby and trans masc lesbians, and they are still seriously underrepresented in movies. We also need more black and brown women to portray sapphic relationships. I’m Indian and Fire was literally the only queer movie I had watched as a kid. So we mostly grow up with limited to zero representation. I hope it’ll change soon and people will stop making lesbian period dramas where nobody ends up happy.

Tell me how you guys liked these movies

#lgbtq community #sapphic #wlw film #women loving women #film #queer representation #queer film #wlw love #half of it #saving face #kajillionaire #i care a lot #women

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widowbitessting · 11 months

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i’ve been following and watching your sugar mommies universe since the middle of season 1. like you’ve been an enjoyable part of my life for such a long time. i don’t come on here often, but i thought it’d be greatly warranted for me to voice my appreciation 💕 thank you

Oh🥺💕 thank you for you kind words and I’m so happy you find enjoyment in my little corner 🥺💕

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taem-min-archived · 3 years

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Once Upon A Time || l.tm

PAIRING || Taemin x female reader, mentions of Minho x female reader

GENRES || Fluff, Romance, Amnesia AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers AU, Slight Angst, Single Parent AU

SUMMARY || Taemin had thought he had lost you forever. But as fated as it seemed he found you again, but now as a married woman with a young daughter. He didn't know which hurt him more, the fact that you couldn't remember him or the fact that you belonged to another man. And so, he closed off his heart again, just like how he had done all those years ago when you had forgotten him.

Or, in which the two of you meet by fate and the rest of your destiny depends on you.

WARNINGS || Mentions of accident

WC || 9k

A/N || To my fellow Taemin author Ryse @shining-prism bubs I really hope you like it! I enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you enjoy it too! Merry Christmas in advance and a big thanks to my besties @lazycursedchild @queenmedi and @roroswitherose for read this through!!

PLAYLIST || Amusement Park by BAEKHYUN | Kind by SHINEE | Monologue by TAEMIN | Tomorrow by CHANYEOL | Sing for You by EXO

EVENTS || Part of the Winter Event: Fluff or Fright by @whipped-kpop-creators , the Peppermint Latte by @ficscafe and ‘Tis the season event by @superm-net.

PROMPT || 1. Snowball Fights 2. Slipping on Ice 3. Christmas Gift Exchange

TAGLIST || @moonsclover @queenmedi @shrutiajit @cerisetalks @exoxobsession @nctisthecity @woo-minhee02 @en-sun @buttvi @vllxchor @stayinzencity @tyunnie @joepomonerof @xavi-in-kpopland @midnightmoi @whatudoing @fifty-shades-of-mischeif @spacebyuns (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

“Hello sweetheart.”

The little girl glanced up at him for a second, and then went back to staring at the huge gingerbread house in front of her with wonder. Her small mouth was in an ‘o’ as her tiny hands gripped the sweet sugar sprinkled fence, as though wondering whether she should enter or not.

Taemin felt himself smile at the girl’s indecisiveness, clearly torn between wanting to enter and probably waiting for her mother. He knelt down on the snow beside her before pointing at the house. Or to him, the shop he worked in.

“Do you want to go in there?” He asked her softly.

She turned her wide eyes at him, nodding slowly.

“Yes.” She whispered, the air rushing out from her missing two front teeth. “I want to go in there. But Mommy asked me to wait.”

“Did she now?” He muttered, quickly searching for any woman who might be searching for their daughter. Finding none, he turned back his attention to the little girl, who was still staring at him with a small hint of pout.

Taemin smiled at her, gently patting her head before producing a few candies to her from his back pocket. She blinked rapidly at it, a smile forming her face as her hand reached forward to grab them.

But she stopped, frowning at them.

Then looking up to him, she confessed in a rather sad voice.

“Mommy said not to take chocolates from strangers.”

Taemin laughed. He could see the internal struggle in her; not knowing whether to follow her internal wishes or her mother’s clear instructions.

He sat down beside her, patting at the soft snow beside him. She followed suit, crossing her legs and sitting down, moving a little closer to him to get his body warmth. He wrapped an arm around her loosely.

“How about we wait for Mommy then?”

The little girl nodded vigorously, the red ribbons pinned on her hair bobbing furiously as she shook her head in an eager yes.

Just then, he heard someone call out in their direction.

“Miyeon! Miyeon, I told you not to go!”

Miyeon jumped up almost immediately, running into her mother’s arms. Taemin smiled at the way the little girl all of a sudden seemed more interested in her mother’s warm embrace than the gingerbread house that she was longing to enter to the point that she’d run away without her mother.

He turned to smile at the duo, and he felt his heart stop. His smile faltered, and he felt the blood drain from his face.

The woman finally dropped her child and looked at Taemin, giving him a warm smile. He tried to smile, but the memories associated with this beautiful smile was so painful he couldn’t seem to move his cheek muscles.

Miyeon pulled her mother closer to him, and he struggled to get up.

“This man offered me chocolates, but I didn’t take it!” She squeaked proudly, pointing at him.

“Oh is that so? Aren’t you a good child then, missy?” Her mother said, smiling at her child before turning to Taemin.

This time he managed to fake a smile, despite that, his heart was beating rapidly against his chest.

He thought he had lost her.

Forever.

And yet, he had found her again in the most unexpected place ever.

“Thank you for keeping her. She was really interested in coming to this place for the past few weeks. But due to my busy schedule I just couldn’t.”

“Ah.” He said, smiling at the little girl, this time the smile coming naturally to him. She beamed at him and with a jolt he found the striking similarity to her mother. His work was related to attracting kids to his little shop, but he loved them more than his work. “You can come visit me anytime. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

He put out his hand to her once more with the chocolates, and this time she took it readily, smiling at him happily.

“Miyeon, tell this nice man your name. And say thank you!” Her mother scolded the little girl.

“I’m Miyeon! And thank you sir!”

He smiled back, his heart warming at her endearing nature.

“No need to call me sir. I’m Taemin.”

“Taemin?” The woman asked, frowning as though the name rang a bell and she was trying very hard to remember it.

Taemin didn’t know which hurt more. Seeing his lost lover in flesh, or the fact she actually couldn’t remember anything.

“Have we met before?” She asked, tilting her head slightly so that the setting sun lit up her face in a different angle now.

He felt his breath catch. She was still so beautiful.

“I don’t think so…” He lied.

He was saved from further explanation when Miyeon tugged her mother’s arms.

“Can we go in now?” She pleaded.

Her mother sighed.

“Yes of course. I’m Y/N btw.” She said, giving him another smile.

Taemin stepped aside to let them enter, and he stared at her retreating figure, wondering if she would ever remember him.

“So you make gingerbread houses for a living?”

Taemin raised an eyebrow.

“Are you questioning my profession?”

“No! I was just wondering because it is rather an unique job-”

“I was joking.” He said, smiling at Y/N. He saw her smile back at him and he felt his heart flutter in an all too familiar way.

I cannot. He gritted. Fall in love with her again. She’s married for god’s sake!

“I really loved gingerbread houses as a kid, and I love kids so I really wanted to start this work. It's hard in summer, I have another job during that time but seeing the smile on the kids’ faces is more than enough for me.”

She nodded at each of his words, captivated.

“So did you start this all alone? Because it looks very difficult to me.”

“Actually…the idea had bloomed between me and my friend. We wanted to start it together. But uh, she kind of left me so, uh, I ended up doing it all alone.”

It was awkward. It was really awkward explaining to Y/N something that she and Taemin had wanted to do, but of course she wouldn’t remember anything.

But more than awkward it was painful. It was painful till the point his chest hurt even thinking about it. Talking to the girl he once loved, about the plans they had made together hurt more than losing her forever.

“Funny thing. I too once wanted to start a gingerbread house, you know?” She laughed, clearly unfazed about the situation. His heart gave a squeeze; Taemin didn’t know whether it was because she remembered something or it was because her familiar laughter caused him to feel giddy as usual.

“What happened to that dream?” He asked. He didn’t know why he was waiting for answers he already knew.

But a small part of him wished she remembered more than that, she remembered him at least even if not their relationship.

She shrugged.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember actually. I think it was before…my accident. After that I was pretty frail, you know.” Her eyes fell on the clock. “Oh my god, look at the time! Miyeon! Come on baby, we need to go!”

Taemin wanted her to stay. He wanted them to stay. He had many questions racing in his mind. Who was her husband, what was she doing and most importantly how much she remembered of her past.

He didn't want to let her go, now that he had finally found her again.

But he did nothing as he watched Y/N and Miyeon step out of the shop, smiling and waving them a goodbye.

He did nothing as he watched them walk away once more from his life, just like he had done before.

“Taemin stop!” The girl screamed in delight as another snowball hit her before she could even throw hers.

“Stop! Stop! This isn’t fair!” She screamed trying to stumble away from the laughing boy as he approached her, attacking her with more and more snowballs.

He kept throwing snow balls continuously so that she couldn’t throw hers and finally when he was close enough to her, he engulfed her into a huge hug and tackled her on to the soft snow.

“This isn’t fair!” She screamed once more, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

Taemin pulled her closer to him more furiously.

“What’s not fair, love?” He asked, smiling at her, all though he knew perfectly well what she meant. She groaned in frustration as she gave up, trying to break free from his affection, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to.

“In a snowball fight, you throw at me once and I throw back at you once! Not you keep throwing it all at once at me!”

“Aww,” Taemin faked a hurt expression. “But I did it so that I could kiss you!”

Saying that, he swiftly pressed a kiss on her lips. He felt her arms struggle underneath him as he encased her, trying to hug him and he smirked at the thought of it.

“Taemin.” She whined.

He let out another laugh and loosened his grip on her a little so that she could take out her hand from under him. Gently, she cupped his face.

“You naughty naughty boy, I hate you so so much.” She said in a baby voice, pouting at him and squeezing his cheeks for emphasis.

“Yah!” He screamed, jerking his face out of her grip. Now it was her time to laugh.

He pulled her up along with him, engulfing her into a warm hug. Slowly, they got up.

“Do you want to go get some hot chocolate?” Taemin asked, holding her hand as he already began dragging her towards the shop.

“Sure.”

“Tell me a story then.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled at him when she saw his stupid grin.

“You are lucky that I love you or else I wouldn’t have been bearing with you even for a second.”

“Awww, but you do love me!”

“I-. Anyways, here’s the story. Once upon a time…”

“Hey.”

“Uh, hey.” She said, slightly embarrassed. Taemin smiled at her and then looked at Miyeon, who was grinning at him crazily.

“So Miyeon wanted to come back and uh if it's okay with you-”

“Did you like the shop, sweetheart?” Taemin asked, dropping down to one knee so that he was eye level with her. The young girl nodded her head eagerly.

“Then you can come here anytime you want. Sounds good?”

“Yes! Thank you!” She squealed in delight.

He felt his smile grow wider at her happiness and he ruffled her hair. Then, he moved aside slightly, and she ran deep inside the shop as fast as her toddler feet could.

“I’m so sorry for disturbing you like this-”

He held up a hand to stop her and she pursed her lips. He showed her towards a chair and she sat down, him following her and sitting beside her. The two of them watched Miyeon from there.

“So. Where are you from?” Taemin asked, placing it as a casual question to know her while in reality he just wanted her to remember him.

“Well, I was originally from Daegu but I had an accident during my high school and we moved away to Seoul because my parents wanted to start fresh. What about you?”

“Funny, I used to live in Daegu too! I moved to Seoul only during college.”

“Oh, is that so?” She asked, tilting her head slightly as a smile broke over her face. She looked genuinely happy to know even though he was from her previous hometown. “That’s such a funny coincidence then right?”

He smiled back at her too, but it hid the pain stirring in his chest.

“Yeah…it’s such a funny coincidence we met each other.”

She let out a small laugh, clearly not seeing the double meanings in his words. With a pang Tamin remembered how innocent she was and that's why he had loved her. True, she was evil to him sometimes but otherwise she was an angel, untouched by the cruel things of this world.

“What do you do?” Taemin asked, trying to divert his mind once more. He was also interested in her current life, her work, her husband and he badly wished they could become friends again.

Even though he loved her he didn’t want to force anything on her. He just wanted to go back to being friends and he wanted to know that she was safe and happy so that at least his mind was at rest.

“Oh I work as a secretary for this company. Not much pay but I suppose it keeps me and Miyeon going.” She said, nodding somewhat sadly at him.

“I see. What about your husband?” Taemin asked.

He felt her tense beside him and he cursed himself for asking the wrong question.

“He- uh, he left after Miyeon was born.”

Taemin looked at her concerned. “What? He left? Then the two of you are alone right now?”

She shrugged.

“I feel bad that Miyeon is growing up without her father but I’m trying my best to be there for her every need and fulfil the double parent role. Sometimes it's hard, with work being very demanding and all but-” Her voice cracked and she stopped explaining further, but Taemin didn’t need any more explanation.

He felt his heart give a painful squeeze at the thought of the pain and trouble she must have gone through. Oh how he wished he had been there for her but fate was cruel in a twisted sort of way

Slowly, he reached out for her hand and brushed it gently, clasping it in his. Her eyes looked at their interlocked hands and then flicked to his face.

“You are a great mom. And Miyeon, she’s an angel. I’ve never seen a brighter child than her and I can tell that she loves you dearly. You are doing great. If you ever need any help, just let me know. I’ll be there for you always.”

She gulped.

“Thank you. Thank you for saying that you’ll be there for me.”

And all of a sudden Taemin was hit with a realisation of how different she was. She looked older, stronger and mature, like a person who had gone through a lot of things in life. It was strange, here was the person he loved and knew, but at the same time didn’t know. How much change a little time could bring about a person.

“What about you?”

Her sudden question shook Taemin out of his thoughts and feeling slightly embarrassed, he realised he had been staring.

“What about me?” He asked, feeling stupid that he had to ask her to repeat.

“Do you have a girlfriend or…”

“Oh. Uh, I had one but um, we broke up.” He lied, quickly averting his face so that she couldn’t see the blush creeping up his cheeks.

He felt her squeeze his hands in a reassuring way. He looked up at her as she smiled softly.

“It’s okay. You are a wonderful man and I’m sure you'll always find someone who’s waiting for you.”

This time, he gulped.

Here was the girl he loved sitting right beside him and here she was reassuring him that he would find someone else to love.

“I hope so too.” He lied again, watching Miyeon run towards them. He smiled at her as he expected her to run into her mother’s waiting arms but instead she ran into him and he caught her in a hug at the last second.

“This is the best place ever.” She whispered into his ears, only that her whisper was loud enough for her mom to hear.

“Miyeon!” She gasped, feigning hurt as Taemin couldn’t help but laugh and hug the little girl tighter. She grinned at her mother evilly. “Don’t you like home?”

In some ways she was just like her mother. Kind, sweet yet evil to the people she loved in a good way. Taemin realised that he was partly wrong, Y/N hadn’t exactly changed. She had just grown up. And he wasn’t there beside her when that had happened.

Still, he even liked this version of her a lot already.

“No! I like it here better!”

Y/N began to fake cry and Miyeon froze. Then slowly, she reached out for her mother’s arm and pulled her closer, until Y/N and Taemin were practically hugging each other.

He was hit by her very familiar smell and he felt heat rush up his cheeks. He awkwardly tried shifting a little but Y/N smiled at him softly and he froze.

Then as slowly as she could, she clasped his hand and gave it a squeeze, before pressing a kiss on Miyeon’s forehead,

“You are right.” She whispered. “I like it better here too.”

His heart beat sped up at her words and he realised he had been incredibly wrong. Someway or the other she felt all too familiar for a person he was meeting after many years.

She was still the Y/N he knew and the same Y/N he loved.

“Wait Taemin! Don’t do that!” She screamed in horror as she watched the said boy attempt to dance ‘Everybody’ on the skating rink. He completely ignored her as a laugh escaped his mouth on his attempts to perform the rapid foot work of the choreograph.

She grimaced in pain as he went skidding in his sudden attempt to jump and shut her eyes as a scream came out of his throat followed by a loud thump.

“Taem?” She asked, quickly skating over to the motionless figure. “Taemin? Taemin, are you okay? Answer me!”

She cradled his head on her lap, gently slapping his cheek as his eyes didn’t open, her initial fear turning into complete panic. “Oh my god Taemin! You can’t faint from such a small fall! You didn’t even hurt your head- Oh.”

He couldn’t control his laughter anymore as she felt his chest shake a little underneath his fingertips as he laughed at her. She punched him angrily and pushed him away from her lap, this time actually causing his head to hit the ice.

“Ow.” He muttered but she got up and quickly skated away to the edge of the rink, despite him calling her urgently. But before she could get out of the rink, she felt a familiar pair of arms grab her by her waist.

“Where are you going without me?” Taemin whined, pulling her closer to his chest as she struggled to wriggle out of his grip. “I’m hurt and cold and you are leaving me here?”

“Oof. You only got hurt because you fell down on purpose and that’s why you are cold too.”

“But now I need your love and hugs and kisses and-”

She turned around to glare at her boyfriend only to be met with his cute pouty face . He puffed out his mochi cheeks and pouted his plump lips in a small pout, giving him an impression of a small whining child.

She glared harder at him and the more tilted his head, begging for her forgiveness, the more she could feel her resolve melting. Finally, he gently bumped his forehead into hers and she groaned in frustration.

"Fine! I'm sorry for letting your already cracked skull hit the ice again-"

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry you got hurt and now let's get out of this ice rink before something major actually happens."

"What about my hugs and kisses?"

"I'll buy you on the way."

Fifteen minutes later, the two of them found themselves sitting on the park bench, argument all forgotten.

She slowly broke from the kiss, only to rest her forehead against his as he stared at her eyes lovingly.

"Better?" She murmured against his lips and he gave her a soft smile.

"Well, it still hurts a little so I think I need more kisses."

"Oh shut up." She muttered, but nonetheless pressed her lips against his soft plump ones. She felt his arms wrap around her waist as he pulled her in closer to him, his body heat making her crave his touches even more. Her fingers brushed against the lapels of his coat as she gripped it tightly, wanting to pull him even more closer to her.

She felt him cup her cheeks, his surprisingly warm hand felt good against her cold cheeks. His thumb stroked her cheekbone softly as his warm tongue gently licked her bottom lips.

“You are so cold, love.” Taemin whispered against her lips, softly kissing the corner of her lips before moving to her cheeks. His warm lips grazed against her cold skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

Y/N leaned into his chest, resting her head on the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing circles on her arms.

He kissed her head softly.

“Your hair smells amazing, love.” He muttered against her hair.

“Thanks-”

“Did you wash it last month?”

“Taemin!” She tried pushing herself away from his chest but he just tightened his grip on her, hugging her even more closer. “You- You dirty snake-”

“Your favourite dirty snake.” He corrected her, causing her to groan even more loudly. Finally she gave up struggling against him and allowed him to cuddle her and pepper her face with soft kisses.

“I hate you so so much.”

“Me too. Me too babe. Only if you would have shampooed-”

“Lee Taemin!”

“I’m so so sorry-”

“It’s fine.” Taemin reassured her, trying to calm her panicked self down.

But she didn’t seem to mind or notice it. Probably because she was already in such a hurry.

“I always take leave during her vacation time but they called me so suddenly for this urgent work and I didn’t even have time to call a babysitter-”

“Hey.” He cut her off, and involuntarily grabbed her by the shoulder, but quickly let her go when he realised their positions now. “If Miyeon is okay with staying with me, then I’m sure we will be completely fine.”

She let out a breath she was holding.

“Thank you.” She whispered, trying to smile but Taemin could see the tiredness behind her eyes. He felt the familiar pain in his chest as his heart tightened and he wished for the millionth time he was there during her hard times. Well, at least he was there now. “I don’t know why but…I feel like she will be safe with you. There’s something about you, something I can’t exactly remember but you radiate comfort Taemin.”

He smiled at her, ignoring the fluttering pain once more. He wanted to tell her who he was to her, but decided to keep quiet instead.

“Miyeon! Miyeon? Baby, be a good girl okay?”

Miyeon yelled a yes from somewhere deep in the shop and Taemin laughed, causing even Y/N to smile a little.

“I’ll be off then.”

Taemin wished her goodbye, slowly getting used to this new ache in his heart that always came whenever she would leave the place. He stared at her disappearing form until he felt someone tug at the sleeves of his shirt.

He looked down at surprise and his eyes met Miyeon’s worried huge ones and he quickly dropped down to his knees and gently placed his hands on her shoulder.

“Miyeon? What’s wrong?” He asked her gently.

“Will you play with me today?” She asked, smiling at him brightly. Taemin noticed her front teeth missing and it caused his smile to widen.

“What do you want to play?”

“Hide and seek! I hide and you count to 10!” She said, speaking too fast in her excitement. Taemin got up.

“Hide and seek used to be my favourite game as a kid! Okay. I’ll start counting right now! Go, go, go!”

He was sure the kitchen was locked so there was no chance of her hiding there and he couldn’t remember any other dangerous place in his little shop. And so he closed his eyes and began counting as slowly as he could.

“One, two, three..”

He could hear her high pitched giggles as she ran around searching for a place to hide.

“Seven, eight, nine..”

He felt her footsteps come back to the main room again as she screamed at him.

“Wait! You are counting too fast!”

“Oh no. I’m so sorry! I’ll start from five again!”

Finally he was done and he opened his eyes, looking around his shop. His eyes immediately caught her hiding behind the counter. Taemin pretended to think.

“Hmm. Where could Miyeon go? Could she be here? Or here?” He asked, peeping around various places. He could hear her giggling from her hiding place.

Finally he bent down and peeped under the counter only to meet Miyeon’s laughing face as she crouched further into the corner.

“Oh no. Miyeon’s not here either! Where did she go?” He asked, pretending to look around even more. Finally he crawled a little away from there and sat down on the soft carpeted floor, looking around sadly.

“Where’s Miyeon? What will I tell her mommy? What will I do? I’ll miss her so so much! Whom will I play with?” Saying so he began to fake cry, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

After a few seconds he felt a small pair of hands pull his hands away from his face. He blinked to see Miyeon looking at him with near tears in his eyes.

“Please don’t cry! Please don’t cry, I’m right here! I’m not going away anywhere without you or Mommy!”

Taemin felt his heart squeeze at her words and all of a sudden he felt a swell of love for this little girl in front of him who was reassuring him that she wouldn’t ever leave him.

He raised his arms a little and she collapsed into his arms. Pulling her into a hug, he rested his head over her little head.

“I know, love. Mommy isn’t also going to leave you ever okay? Mommy loves you.” He reassured her softly.

“But what about you?” She asked in a quiet voice.

He was slightly taken aback by the question.

“What about me? Of course I love you.” He couldn't imagine someone not loving this sweet wonderful girl.

“No no I meant, won’t you be my daddy?”

Taemin froze. Slowly, he pulled her away to look at her face. She didn’t seem to find anything wrong with her statement as she stared at him with a genuine expression.

“D-Daddy? How can I-”

“I love you and if Mommy and you love each other-”

“Hahahaha that’s such a far off thought baby! Let’s not think too much about it, okay?” Taemin hastily cut her off so that she wouldn’t ignite that small hope in him that Y/N might like him.

She’s just a child and children have crazy imaginations, he thought.

She opened her mouth to say something but Taemin quickly cut her off immediately.

“Do you want to go make gingerbread houses? We can make one according to your design!”

Immediately, her eyes lit up as she started laughing out of excitement.

“Yes, yes please! Can we please make a big one?”

“Of course baby.” He said, smiling at her as he scooped her up. “We’ll make the biggest one ever made in this world!”

“Big enough for me, you and Mommy to live in!”

“What did you get me?” She asked, peering at his oddly shaped gift. It had a beautiful wrapper but the shape made her curious as to what her boyfriend had got her.

He deadpanned at her.

“Shampoo.”

“What?” She reeled away from him, horrified at his words. When he didn’t deny anything, she just glared at him and got up to walk away, when he tackled her onto the ground again.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his blank expression from a few seconds ago was now filled with a mischievous expression as he smirked at her.

“Away. From. You.” She grunted, trying to push him away from her. But he kept pushing her back onto the ground and truth be told, she was enjoying the feeling of his soft oversized sweater and his comforting body heat, causing her to stop struggling after a while.

“What’s it, love? Where are you going?” His smirk grew as he saw her stop struggling. He pulled her up into a sitting position and hugged her as she buried her face in his chest.

“Nowhere.” She mumbled rubbing her face on his sweater, causing him to laugh lightly.

“What are you doing love?” He asked, softly kissing her forehead.

“Don’t leave me.” She muttered.

Taemin felt his heart swell with love at her words as he slowly cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers. He felt her grip his sweater as she gasped in surprise, and he quickly slipped in his tongue in her warm mouth to deepen the kiss.

“Taemin! Our parents are at home! What if they-”

“I don’t care.” He once again pressed a kiss against her lips, this time kissing her lips slowly. His thumbs gently stroked her cheeks, and he smirked against her lips as he felt the slight heat radiate from her cheek.

"Is my baby blushing?" He muttered against her lips, causing her cheeks to heat up more. She looked down embarrassed.

Taemin's eyes flicked from her eyes to her swollen lips and he felt the sudden urge to kiss her again.

But instead, he pushed his gift towards her.

"Open it." He said, smiling at her.

Y/N looked at him sceptically.

"It's really shampoo, isn't it?"

He shrugged. "You'll never know until you open it. I can take it back if you want to-"

"No! I'm opening, I'm opening!" She hastily said, delicately opening the wrapper of the gift.

Even though Taemin was acting cocky on the outside, deep inside he was a nervous wreck. What if she didn't like the gift? What if she had wanted something else?

A small gasp from her stopped his train of thoughts as he looked at her shocked face.

"Do you- do you like it?" He asked nervously, edging closer to her.

Y/N stared at the small velvet case on her hand, the lid open to show its content.

Gingerly, she pulled out the silver ring and stared at it in disbelief.

"Taemin." She whispered. He leaned in to rest his head against hers. "It's beautiful. I love it."

He smiled at her, happy that she had liked it. Then slowly, he took the ring from her hand and taking her hand in his, he slipped the ring into her finger.

She looked up at him and Taemin felt his heart stop. For a second it felt like her eyes were reflecting the light of all the stars on the Christmas tree next to them.

Slowly, she leaned into him and his eyes fluttered closed, her soft lips meeting his.

Christmas had become more magical ever since they had started dating. He loved spending time with her and holidays were an opportunity to see her more often and cuddle her more, with the excuse of the cold weather.

They jolted apart at the sound of his mother calling them.

"Taemin! Y/N! Come downstairs, the others will be here soon."

Y/N shot up faster than he could even react and by the time he got up, she was already near the stairs.

"Race you to the brownies!"

"Am I- am I too early?" Taemin asked, peering into the house.

From here it looked small, yet it looked comfortable enough to make him feel homesick a bit.

"No no no. Not at all! Come in!" Y/N stepped aside, letting Taemin into the house. There were already a few people and Taemin immediately felt like the odd one out in the group.

“Everyone, this is Taemin! Taemin, this is my boss Mr. Choi. And this is my colleague and very good friend Minji and her husband Seongmin!”

“Y/N! I told you to call me Minho only!” Mr. Choi, or Minho complained, causing her to laugh sheepishly.

“Yes, I know but just for introductions since you are my boss-”

Minho wiggled a finger at her before placing an arm over her shoulders.

“I’m your boss only at work. Outside work, we are friends right?” He winked at her, causing her to laugh even more.

Taemin felt bile rise up his throat as he felt this sudden urge to punch this man then and there. Couldn’t he see that he was overstepping her boundary?

Or…was he mistaken about their relationship?

But wouldn't Miyeon have told him something about it? She had even called him her daddy yesterday. But then again, Y/N probably didn’t tell Miyeon about her secret relationship because she was still young.

Forcing a smile at them and thinking he was clearly overthinking, Taemin sat down to have a conversation with them.

Finally, it was time for dinner and Y/N and Minji got up to call the kids. As soon as Miyeon’s eyes fell on Taemin, she ran towards him, screaming “Daddy!”

Taemin felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he felt every eye on the table look at him in shock, including Y/N’s. But nonetheless he felt his heart flutter with happiness as he lifted the little laughing girl into his arms, a smile blossoming into his face immediately.

“How’s my baby doing?” He asked, ruffling her hair.

“Mommy told me you wouldn’t be able to make it! I was sad!”

“Ah, yes I did tell Mommy that but I made it didn’t i?”

Miyeon screamed in delight, burying her face in his neck. Taemin’s eyes met Y/N for a second and he could see that even she was equally embarrassed.

“Hahaha, now that the kids are here, let’s have our dinner, shall we?”

Saying that, she quickly hurried off to the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot, Minho leaned in towards Taemin.

“You aren’t dating her, are you?” He asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously at him.

Taemin looked at him nonchalantly.

“Of course not. We are just friends. But mind you, she wouldn’t date a man like you either.” Saying that he got up with Miyeon in his arms and walked into the kitchen.

A few hours later, after bidding many goodbyes, Taemin found himself alone with Y/N and a sleeping Miyeon already in her bed.

“So.” Y/N said, coming and sitting right next to him on the couch. Taemin smiled at her as he realised it was just like the days when they were together. She turned to face him, a smile on her face too. “What did you want to show me?”

Taemin bit his lips, slightly nervous. What if she didn’t like it?

“Would you like to have a little more drink?” She asked quickly, as though sensing his nervousness. She reached out for two cups and a bottle kept on the table and poured out for both of them.

“So, uh, I bought you another gift-”

“Taemin! You didn’t have to!”

“Ah.” He said, smiling sheepishly at her. “But I wanted to.”

Slowly, he pulled out a small box from his pocket. He handed it to her as she took it gingerly in her hand. Gently, Y/N opened the top of the box and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

She turned to him, blinking slowly. Taemin smiled, moving a little closer towards her. The two of them were sitting in the dark, but the thin beam of moonlight that was entering the room through the crack of the curtain was more than enough to see the happiness on her face.

He felt his heart flutter.

“So..do you like it?” He whispered.

Her eyes flicked from the necklace to his face, before she nodded her head slowly.

“I love it. I love it so much Taemin. Thank you.” She whispered back. Even though he could see her beaming at him, there was something in her eyes, like a hidden sadness behind her happiness.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, frowning at her.

She looked away, shaking her head a little.

“Nothing.” But her broken voice was like a spear piercing through his heart.

“No.” He leaned in until their faces were inches apart and then gently, he took her hands in his. Vaguely he was aware that the wine must have taken its action by now, causing him to be so bold. “What’s wrong Y/N? You can tell me everything you want.”

“I know, I-'' She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut. Then she let out a sigh. Slowly, she leaned in until her head was resting against his shoulder and he prayed that she wasn’t able to hear his heart hammering away. “I just…I just wish I remembered who you were Taemin.”

He froze at her words, but didn’t speak anything, allowing her to continue.

“Some parts…some parts I can remember. But not you. And yet, I know you were a huge part of me because there is no other way to explain this sense of comfort and familiarity you give me Taemin. You…you feel like home. A home I’ve been trying to remember ever since my accident. And- and it's the only explanation I have for my longing for you.”

His heart nearly stopped at her words.

“I-I have this ring with me.” She continued, her fingers fumbling as tried showing Taemin the ring in her finger without having to release her hand from their interlocked ones. "I- I never found out who gave it to me and looking at the necklace you gave me...It got me wondering more. You gave me this, didn't you?"

"No. I didn't."

His own voice sounded distant, as the lie easily stumbled out of his mouth without a second thought.

What are you saying? Why are you lying to her?

He would have loved to blame it on the wine. But a small part of him, no a large part of him, didn't want to admit he was her lover anymore.

Maybe it was because of the guilt he still had for being a coward. Maybe it was because of the way he had run away from her during the time she had needed him the most.

Whatever was the reason, Taemin had never deserved her. Her family had been right to move away from their old town. From him.

He had never deserved her and he would never deserve her.

"I didn't give you the ring." This time the lie felt easier to say to him.

And yet, as Y/N looked at him with slightly glossy eyes, the look of shattered hopes in her eyes broke him too.

Slowly, she pulled herself away from him, not meeting his eyes anymore.

He wanted to scream and pull his hair out for lying to her but he bit his lips and swallowed his pain.

"I need to go." He said, getting up to leave.

She didn't stop him. He could hear her slightly sniffling behind him as he reached for the door, and it took him all his strength not to turn back and run to her.

He turned back and their eyes met one last time.

She was crying. And he was leaving her like this.

She was crying and it was all Taemin's fault.

She was crying and it was killing Taemin, another reason he had to go.

"I hope you find the perfect man for you, Y/N.

"Taemin. Taemin. Please look at me."

The crying woman was kneeling in front of him, shaking him by the shoulder as he sat on the hospital seat, numb from shock.

An accident.

Y/N had an accident.

He hadn't even been able to register what her parents had said next. It had all passed through one ear and gone out through the other, his brain just capturing bits and bits from here and there and he felt his jelly-like knees nearly give away before they helped him onto the hard metal seat.

It had been something about slippery roads, a drunk driver and a dark evening.

While she had survived, she had lost all her memories.

She had lost all her memories of what had happened between them, of what they did together, of all those stolen kisses and late night sleepovers they had had.

But the most painful fact was that she had forgotten him. She had forgotten Lee Taemin.

Her childhood friend, her boyfriend, her supposed to be everything.

And here he was, unable to see her because he couldn't bear to accept the truth.

"Taemin look at me."

The sudden change of the voice to a stricter one caused him to snap up, his eyes meeting her mother's equally bloodshot ones.

"Taemin please. You have to see her. She will be happy I promise you, whether she remembers you or not. Please, please if you love her, please see her once. I want her to remember us and they say that even if one forgets everything, they never forget love-"

"But what if she can't remember me?" He asked, his voice broken and hollow from crying for so long. "What if she can't remember me and treats me like a stranger? I don't want to be a stranger to her. I want to be Taemin. Her Taemin."

The older woman squeezed her eyes shut as another tear fell from her eyes.

"Don't say that. Don't say that baby. She- she is remembering some things like her pet dog she had when she was three. Please don't do this to me. You loved her. It's been five days since her accident. Don't you want to see her?"

"What's the point? She doesn't remember me anyways."

Her mother gasped.

"Taemin. Taemin. She loved you. My daughter loved you. Y/N loved you so much. She loved you so much. Please, just for her sake, visit her once."

Reluctantly, he got up, walking as slow as he could towards her room.

Her mother's words were echoing in his head.

She loved you.

Finally, he reached the door of her room and pushed it open a crack to see her. She was fast asleep and from here, she still looked like an angel. It was as though nothing had happened to her and he would just go and kiss her awake and she would wake up with a smiling face and remember him because she loved him.

She loved you.

That's right. She loved him. In past tense. Not now. She didn't love him now. She didn't even know him.

And he turned around and walked away, not wanting to see her ever again.

The sound of his doorbell ringing woke him up from his sleep, causing the man to curse out a little as he felt a headache come due to the sudden waking up.

Then as slowly as he could, Taemin dragged his body from his bedroom to the front door, which wasn't a lot in ideal situations but was a lot for him now.

He unlocked the door, ready to yell at the person who woke him up from his much needed sleep when his eyes fell on the visitor and he felt his cheeks go red.

"Hey. I, uh, I, come in."

Taemin stepped inside to let in a confused Miyeon and a concerned Y/N, before closing the door behind them.

He scratched his bed hair, wondering what was the reason for their visit and he dearly hoped that Y/N didn't mind his floral pyjamas.

"Were you sleeping? Did we disturb you?" Y/N asked, helping Miyeon sit on the couch.

"No, not at all. I was sleeping but uh, you aren't disturbing me. Just surprised at your visit at this weird time."

She blinked at him.

"It's just six in the evening though? Did you eat?"

Taemin smiled at her sheepishly before going and sitting down next to Miyeon. He extended his arms towards her and she quickly jumped into his hug.

"So, what brings you here?" He asked, aiming the question more at the little girl as he smiled at her.

"Today we went to see Daddy-"

"Don't call him that! He doesn't like it!" Y/N interrupted, her cheeks heating up.

Taemin turned back his focus on the girl, biting his cheeks to control his laughter.

"And?"

"We wanted to see Daddy but he wasn't in his shop and Mommy and me got scared and we cried-"

"Miyeon!" She cried out, horrified at what her daughter was saying. "Stop lying! Only you were crying-"

"So you were crying huh?" Taemin asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking at her.

She shook her head and came and sat down beside Miyeon, clearly trying not to smile.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to overstep your boundaries-"

"Don't apologise." Taemin cut her off. "There was nothing wrong with what you said, it's my fault I reacted that way. I'm sorry."

She opened her mouth to argue but Taemin's eyes flicked to Miyeon and Y/N quickly changed her question.

"What happened today? Are you okay?" She asked, clearly concerned about him.

"Yeah I was just tired after the party. Really, you two shouldn't have come all the way-"

"Mommy wanted to see you." Miyeon cut him off, staring at him with huge eyes.

This time, Y/N didn't even bother to argue with her.

"Oh is that so? Then why don't you watch something on the TV while Mommy and I fix dinner?"

"Yes! Mommy and Daddy should talk more together!"

This time even Taemin felt his cheat heat up as Y/N cut her off with an awkward laugh.

"Baby, your imagination is wild!"

Fifteen minutes later, Taemin found himself alone with Y/N in the kitchen operating dinner, as Miyeon sat in the living room watching TV.

"So. You wanted to see me?" He asked, leaning towards her as she cut the vegetables.

"That is correct. I definitely wasn't expecting a pyjama-clad Taemin but yes I wanted to see you."

Taemin let out a small groan.

"Come on! You look adorable like this!"

He ignored the way his stomach rolled at her words and proceeded to keep teasing her.

"Wow. You missed me AND you think I'm cute. Sounds great to me." He smirked as she glared at him.

Pointing the knife threateningly at him, she said, "Don't get too ahead of yourself mister."

He laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't. I'm only here to help you cook."

Saying that he walked towards her and pressed his chest against her back, placing his hands on hers. Ignoring the fluttering in his chest, he was glad to see her face flush up as he cut the vegetables with her hands in his.

"I hate you." She muttered.

"I know I know."

It had been a month since her accident and since he last visited her. Ot tried to.

Now he was in her room, at the doorway as he stared at her sitting on her balcony and staring off at the blue sky.

He could feel his heart hammering at the fear of what he was supposed to say to her and how she was going to react. But Taemin knew that if he didn’t meet her even once, he would go mad. It was already driving him crazy that he was the one avoiding her and not her avoiding him.

He cleared his throat, causing her to look in his direction. She smiled at him, causing his heart to flutter in a familiar way he had nearly forgotten.

“Hello.” She said, walking up to him, closing the door behind her.

“Hi.” Was all he managed to say. Seeing her smile like this was choking him, he didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad.

Maybe her mother was right. Maybe she did remember him after all.

“Are you…my friend?” She asked.

The question felt like someone had stabbed him right on his heart. He felt the colours drain out of his cheeks as he tried to blink out the tears from his eyes.

“No. I just…I just am a neighbour so I decided to…pay you a visit.” He lied. Why was he lying? Why couldn’t he tell her the truth so that they could start their relationship over again?

Maybe it was due to the small nagging voice in his head, repeating her mother’s words that she loved him and maybe not anymore and maybe it was also due to the fact that she wasn’t the Y/N he used to know and that while he might love her, she might not be able to see anything worthy in him.

“Oh Thank you for your visit, then!” She said cheerfully, clearly buying his lies. She sat down on her bed and motioned Taemin to do the same, but for some reason his feet were frozen at the entrance of her room. “What’s your name?”

“Uh, it doesn’t matter.” He mumbled. “I see that you are healthy and happy. So I’ll be on my way.”

She opened her mouth, as though to argue she was neither healthy nor happy, but Taemin had already turned away and had made his way out of her room.

“Wait! I never got your name! We can be friends, you know!”

He could hear the very evident hint of sadness in her voice, and he felt his heart crush at the sound of it. Quickly rubbing away his tears, he walked out of the hallway. Turning back one last time, he saw her standing near her door, her face torn with sadness.

“Maybe in the future…when we meet again I’ll tell you my name.”

“Taemin. Taemin, please wake up!”

He sat up with a jolt, looking around the dark in panic until his eyes found Y/N tear stricken face. Grabbing her by the shoulder, he pulled her slightly closer to him, heart pounding at what could have happened.

“What’s it? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Miyeon? Are you okay-”

“You lied to me.” She sobbed, causing Taemin to freeze. “You lied to me saying that you weren’t the one who gave me the ring.”

Immediately he felt guilt choke him once more, as he slowly dropped his arms from her shoulder and sat up straighter. Y/N and Miyeon had decided to stay back and so he had given them his bedroom while he had slept on the couch.

“You- you remembered?” He asked, scared of her answer for some reason.

Gingerly, she nodded her head. Taemin could feel his heart explode from happiness. Slowly, he raised his arms and she collapsed into his embrace, her body shaking as she cried onto his pyjamas shirt.

“Why did you lie to me? You lied to me about the ring, the girl you loved and the friend you wanted to start your shop with. Why did you do that?”

“I didn't- I didn't want to give myself false hopes…what if you had changed and didn’t like me anymore?”

“Oh my god Taemin, you haven’t changed one bit. You are still such an idiot.” She sobbed, but laughed too. Taemin felt himself smile too, and he pulled her in closer, hugging her like if he were to let her go she would forget him again.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I never stopped loving you and I don’t think I ever will either. I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too Taemin. I love you so much. I’ve always felt incomplete but after meeting you…it was as though I finally found a piece of myself. I missed you so much.” She whispered back.

Gently, he placed a finger underneath chin and raised her head towards him. Then, not breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned in waiting for her to say no in case she didn’t want to rush things.

But her eyes fluttered close and he pressed his lips against her soft ones, the familiar sparks exploding in his heart. He felt her encircle her arms around him, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

So many emotions, so many memories whirled in his head. It was as though all his emotions had turned into a mush as he kissed her, desperate for making up all the time they had lost and also recreating new memories.

Finally they broke apart and she smiled at him and he mirrored her smile, causing her to lean her forehead against his.

“I missed you.” He whispered against her lips.

“I missed you too.”

“Mommy?”

The new voice broke them apart a little as they turned to see a half asleep Miyeon rubbing her eyes in front of the bedroom door. “Who’s crying?”

Quickly, they rubbed away their tears before Y/N smiled at her daughter.

“Come here baby. Me and Daddy couldn’t sleep so we were telling each other stories. Do you want to join us?”

She nodded, still sleepy as she waddled up to them, slipping in between them. Taemin felt his heart swell with love as he pulled the two of them closer to him.

“Are we all sleeping together?” She asked in a small voice.

“Yes baby. If that's what you want?” Taemin said. She nodded, and buried her face into Taemin’s shirt. “But first…Mommy needs to tell us a story!”

Y/N groaned, but nonetheless smiled.

“I swear to God Taemin, you haven’t changed one bit.”

He laughed, before quickly pressing a small apologetic kiss on her lips.

“Once upon a time…”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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