#woo its done FINALLY GOD

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

"I was a boy and I was good,

But there are witches in these woods..."

[Image ID:A digital drawing of Caleb Wittebane, Philip Wittebane, and Evelyn Clawthorne from The Owl House.

Caleb is standing to the left, dressed in a pale shirt with quarter length sleeves, dark green overalls with only one strap, and a wooden mask cared to resemble an owls face. His hair is blonde and pulled back into a low ponytail, a loose forelock falling in front of the mask. In his hand is a carving knife. In his other, he's holding his brothers hand. His pale brown eyes are looking at down at Philip.

To the right is Philip, who is dressed in a pale shirt with quarter length sleeves, dark red overalls with only one strap, and a wooden mask carved to resemble a deer's face. His hair is short, reaching his jawline, and is a medium brown color. In one he's holding Caleb's hand, and in his other, he's holding a toy wooden sword. His pale blue eyes are looking up at Evelyn.

Above Philip is the large silhouette of Evelyn. She's depicted in a shadowy form, her short hair bright red, and the gem on her chest a vibrant teal. Her ears are pointed at the end and pierced at the lobe with a gold hoop. She is smiling as she looks over at Caleb.

The moon behind them casts a dark shadow, making their eyes appear to be glowing. End ID]

[squeakadeeks]

NEW COSTUME JUMPSCARE

Woo! Lambert from Cult of The Lamb is done!! I've actually had my eye on COTL for a HAUGHT minute, but the timing was finally right I suppose. Oddly enough, I never made a master design for this cosplay, i just put my faith in the heart of the cards and here we are. I do really really love those lil' sheep shorts though.

Also I'm no stranger to heels (as yall have likely noticed) but this was my first time making hooves. Going into it I remember seeing lots of people claim: "theyre not hard to walk in, its just like regular heels!" AND BABYGIRL...I think I saw the face of god three separate times wearing those just for this costest. walking in them was an ordeal, I've never had this many near-trips. they do make me 6'2" though which is fun.

[choism]

A Promise | j.wy

Bf!Wooyoung x gn!reader

Warnings: smut, short drabble, nsfw warnings under the cut

A/N: I am just having too many thoughts right now :'( wooyoung stop showing your tits challenge START

Warnings: sub!Woo, overstimulation, penetration, riding, fingering (m receiving), blowjob, slight rimming (not really, just clean him up), a couple of softie goodness here and there for funsies

"Fuck!"

Wooyoung yells as you slam your hips onto his cock over and over. You pinch one of his nipples and mouth at his neck, leaving deep dark marks along the area.

Earlier today your boyfriend decided to show off by "keeping a promise" as he puts it.

The promise? Something about showing off his abs 4 years into the future, and well, the future is now as they say. 4 years later, he does as promised to his adoring fans and sports a jacket with nothing but a cumberbun underneath. His pert nipples and toned upper torso on display for fans to swoon over.

And this "promise" leads you to now, bouncing on his cock amd teasing him for what its worth. They may get to see, but you get to touch, and you are nothing if not just as greedy for your boyfriend's volumptious chest as his fans are.

"Fuck please, I just wanted to keep my promise please yn!"

You pull away from his neck, thankful that his schedule is empty for the next week to give time for the now fully formed bruises and hickeys to dissapear. You will probably get an earful from Hongjoong later though.

"A promise? How about I promise you I'll fuck you into next year."

He shivers at your words and feels his orgasm rapidly approaching. You move your mouth forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss, kissing away his gasps and moans of pleasure.

With just a few more bounces Wooyoung finishes inside of you, his cum leaking from your hole steadily and dripping onto his tight balls, still filled with arousal.

"Ah ah, I'm not done with you just yet."

You slip off his dick and replace your hole with a new one, your wet hot mouth. His hips jerk up in overstimulation and you feel the muscles in his pelvis tighten, preventing a second orgasm from coming too soon, but you fight that response as much as you can by throat fucking yourself onto his thick cock.

"Yn please god, I can't come again its too much!" Wooyoung yelps but makes no move to push you away, instead curling his hand in your hair amd gently guiding your head up and down. You take the mixture of lube, slick and cum from his shaft and balls and effectively lube up your finger, swirling it around his tight hole and inserting a single knuckle.

"Gah!"

Tears prick at Wooyoung's eyes as his second orgasm creeps up and sends a tight fire into his pelvis. He knows he'll cum again soon by how utterly tight the feeling is. He feels hot all over and want drips from his tongue as he garbles out nonsense.

You slide your digit in further and touch his prostate over and over, coaxing him to finish soon. Wooyoung's toes literally curl as he feels it build and build and the rubber band get tighter until it finally snaps and he spills over again, this time into your mouth.

He's practically screaming, his orgasm washing over in long waves and his cock twitching, rope after rope of cum spilling out as if it would never end. He swears this may be his longest orgasm ever.

You clean up his softening cock with your mouth, also opting to clean his balls and hole sensitively as to not overwhelm him. You get up to grab something else to properly clean him and he stops you by grabbing your wrist, pulling you down to kiss him softly.

"I wouldn't have changed a single thing about today, I regret nothing."

"We'll see about what you do and do not regret tomorrow, babe."

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

[prettyinpurplelights]

COME HOME

in high hopes for tomorrow’s psg game but also missing kylian and still feeling like a proud mom after his achievements this weekend so all of that kinda almagamated into this whatever this is to keep y’all off my back abt pt 6 of care (for now) 😭

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You wait nervously in the bed, your thumb nesting between your lips as your teeth chip away at the nail anxiously. So much had happened since you’d last seen him, almost a week ago. The firm had sent you to New Delhi to woo your new potential clients, a task that had taken you far too long, your planned two day trip extending into six, nearly seven before you’d managed to get the oil execs to finally close the deal. They somehow found a problem with every contract you’d drafted, anyone would’ve given up after the 75th hour and you had a feeling the firm knew this, hence why they sent you, their hardest, most immovable closer. And the most annoying part about all of this was you still weren’t done, you were due in London tomorrow, to present everything to the head office there before you’d be able to finally go back home to Paris. The one and only saving grace about this was the 7 hour layover in Munich before your flight to England, which couldn’t have come at a much better and more convenient time. Your phone pings in your lap and you pick it up, reading the text that had appeared.

we’re almost back from the press conference, did you get in okay?

You unlock your phone to reply.

yeah, the front desk were great. thanks for your help again.

always.

he still has no clue?

not one 😌

you’re awesome. i owe you.

make me your world famous carbonara next time i come over and we’re even 🍽️

You laugh as you type out your response.

you got it sergio 😂

You place the phone facedown on the bedside table, standing up and straightening out your pencil skirt. You move to the mirror opposite the bed, raking your fingers through your shoulder length hair, trying to bring some life to the curls that had lost their volume after 9 hours of being pressed onto the headrest of the airplane seat and another 3 hours on the hotel bed when you’d knocked out the second you saw the pillows. Reaching into your blouse pocket after you finally feel satisfied with your hair, you take out your lipgloss, opening the tube and spreading some of the shiny liquid along your plump bottom lip when you hear the door open, his voice drifting into the room as his laughter pulls your mouth into a smile.

God, you’d missed him.

“Putain!” He shouts at whoever was on the other side of the door.

“Good night! Save that energy for Bayern Kylian.” The other voice teases and you watch him flip its owner off. His back is still facing you as he closes the door, he was yet to turn around and notice you.

“Language Kyky.” You stand with your hand on your hips, a faux stern look on your face as he finally spins and jumps, a surprised gasp escaping his throat.

“What the fuc-“ Then he stops himself when his eyes zero in on you, drinking you in and realising who you are. “Y/N??”

“Hello 201.” You grin and he drops his backpack to the floor, rushing to engulf you in a hug as he lifts you off the floor instead.

“What are you doing here?” He says in a small voice, almost as though he was speaking to himself.

“Had to see my ooof-“ You’re unable to finish your sentence because he slants his lips over yours unexpectedly, heavy and hard, and you open your mouth to welcome him as your fingers grip his shoulders. His hands untuck your blouse from your skirt, slipping under the sheer material to hold your waist. You eventually grow light headed as he continues to kiss you passionately, needing to replenish the air he drew out of your lungs so you pull away. His chest rises and falls as he takes in deep breaths of his own, looking at you beneath his lashes.

“Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly but his eyes roam your face as though he is trying to commit every inch of your skin to memory before you fade away again. It’s intense, too intense and you can no longer hold his gaze, feeling your stomach turn to jelly so you drop your head to his chest, your ear pressed against his heart and he holds you there.

“I missed you.” He whispers into your hair, his nose nuzzling your earlobe as he breathes you in and you scrunch your nose, pulling your head back to face him. His arms are crossed behind your back over your blouse so your frame still leans against his from your upper body down.

“Ugh, don’t do that. I just spent almost half a day on a stuffy flight and I haven’t washed my hair since the last time you saw me. I forgot to take my shampoo with me and you know how those white ass hotel toiletries dry my hair out. I probably smell bad all over.”

“You smell like home.” And to make his point clearer, he dips his head to your neck, inhaling and exhaling deeply, his warm breath tickling you. You push against his chest, laughing and he pouts as the cool air from the room replaces the feeling of you against his body instead.

“Well you definitely smell like grass and sweat.”

He shrugs, throwing off his windbreaker.

“Didn’t get the chance to shower before the press conference. I was gonna jump in as soon as I got back.”

“Dang, so I interrupted something?” He looks up at you from a bent position as he pulls his socks off.

“Perfect timing actually. You get an exclusive performance.”

“Is that right?” You suck your bottom lip into your teeth as you watch him shimmy out of his shorts so he’s standing in just his boxers and long sleeved thermal. Both tight as hell and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“And private backstage access.” He flicks his head towards a door you guess leads to the bathroom. “Join me.”

You twist your lips to the side, humming as though you’re deep in thought when he pulls the thermal over his head, now staring at you with nothing covering his tight torso, and your breath catches in your throat a little bit; he’s truly a sight to behold.

“Last chance.” He smirks, holding his hand out and there’s no way you could say no to his dimples, although you knew you were following him into that shower, dimples or no dimples. You stretch your arm, your palm landing on his and he closes his fingers over the back of your hand pulling you flush to him.

——

You end up in the bath again a while after the shower, Kylian between your legs as you run your manicured nails over his scalp in a fashion you know he loves. He had ordered room service for the both of you, not wanting to go down for dinner with the rest of the squad for the fear of losing out on whatever little time he had with you before you left. Kylian had thought it would somehow be possible to soak chocolate sauce through his skin as he wasn’t actually able to eat it or his nutritionist would have his head.

“Kylian that’s literally impossible.” You’d laughed as he spread the spoon covered in sauce over his bare chest.

“If the hagfish can do it so can I. Shhh.”

“What the fuck is a hagfish?” He laid back on the bed, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed.

“Some weird eel thing that absorbs food through its skin.”

“And you know that how?” You’d shifted so you were lying between his legs, your hands laced over his stomach and you rested your chin on top of them, watching him.

“Vitinha was shouting random facts he was googling on the jet here.” You nodded as you both laid there in a comfortable silence.

“I don’t think it’s working.” Kylian said after a while, opening his eyes to look at his chest to see the chocolate hadn’t diminished at all in quantity.

“Well no shit.”

“Wanna lick it off instead?” He had a cheeky shit eating grin spread across his face as he watched you crawl up the bed towards him. You stopped just as your lips brushed against his, your body hovering above him, careful not to rest your entire weight on him and risk getting the sauce on you too.

“I bet that was your plan in the first place.” You whispered against his mouth before dipping your head and running your tongue over his chest.

“Mmm, and it worked.” He replied, grabbing your face and pressing your lips together as your legs wrapped around his waist and he flipped you over, getting the sauce all over you in the process anyways. It was a wonder amongst everything else you did following that, the bed itself managed to stay clean.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He murmurs, his hand laced in yours, the one that wasn’t in his hair.

“Only for a little while though baby. I gotta go catch my flight soon.” He grunts disapprovingly, squeezing your hand tighter. “I’ll see you in Paris in a couple of days though.”

“I wish you’d stay longer. For tonight at least.” You feel his shoulders tense against your chest and you move your hand from his head to his shoulders, trying to work out the knots. On nights when he’s feeling most nervous about a match, you knew he loved to sleep next to you, and wake up by your side, claimed it was his good luck charm or something of the sort. So much so that there had been several nights when you’d been woken up at ungodly hours by the buzzing of the intercom in your apartment, letting you know he was downstairs. You’d let him into the building, leaving your front door unlocked as you went back to bed, eventually hearing him enter your room and sliding onto the mattress, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. You’d lean wordlessly into him, letting him take whatever good luck he needed to still his racing mind and calm the nerves wracking his body. It had almost become a kind of ritual for him. And you know tonight, he needed it more than ever, your heart breaking slightly because you’d have to leave him in less than an hour.

“You’ll be fine Ky.”

“I don’t know.”

“Kylian Sanmi Mbappé Lottin, you just became the highest scoring player at one of the biggest football clubs on the entire globe at 24 years old. There’s nothing you can’t do, Boy wonder. World at his feet. The future of football.” You repeat the headlines that had been circulating the news following his historical feat. You wish you’d been there to celebrate with him in the moment, you’d been so proud of him, you were sure the hotel you were staying in in New Delhi had received complaints of the yelling coming from your room given it was well past 1am when you were watching him play and receive his award.

“There’s just so much riding on this match. I’m scared.” He sighs and you feel the heavy weight resting on him in your hands as you kneaded them across shoulders, wishing in your actions you could somehow take some of it on.

“PSG believes in you baby. Your coach, the staff, your teammates, the fans, they all believe in you. Your family believes in you. I believe in you.”

He turns to face you, the water sloshing over the sides as his eyes burn into yours. You smile, running your finger over the frown lines etched into his forehead as you smooth them out.

“You got this-“

“Move in with me.” You both speak at the same time.

This isn’t the first time he’s brought this question to you, and initially, you had been very hesitant. You loved him, no doubt about it, and wanted nothing more than to spend every waking second with him but there’s something so big and final about sharing a living space that scared you. You loved your apartment, your independence and freedom, proud of the life you’d managed to build for yourself. You knew Kylian appreciated that about you, he was never one to make you feel like you needed to depend on him to be better or worth more. He just wanted you around more. You’d thought about it a lot in the week you’d been in India, what that would mean for you and your relationship with Kylian.

“Ky-“

Your alarm goes off on your phone in the other room, the one you’d set to remind you you had 45 minutes to leave, and you’re silently grateful for the interruption.

“Come on.” You rise to leave the bath, ignoring the pained look in Kylian’s eyes as you wrap a towel around your body. “It’s almost 10, you gotta sleep and I need to get ready.”

You step out into the bedroom area, reaching for your phone to turn the alarm off. You’re in the middle of trying to put on your bra when Kylian eventually comes out of the bathroom, digging into his bag for a pair of fresh boxers. He pulls them on and kneels onto the bed, next to where you’re sitting, removing your hands from behind you, his rough fingers brushing against your spine and he fastens the clasp of your bra.

“Thank you.” You say.

“Lay with me until you have to go?”

You stand to lift the thick duvet as you slide underneath it, sitting up against the headboard with your arms open. The corner of his lips lift slightly, his body getting lost under the duvet as his head rests against your stomach, and you run your nails over his scalp once more, soothing him to sleep.

“I love you.” He mutters into your skin, his words vibrating from your abdomen and spreading their warmth all the way to your peripherals.

“I love you too.”

It’s not long before you hear his soft snores against your stomach; he never struggles to sleep when he’s next to you. You reach over to grab your phone, seeing you have less than 5 minutes to leave for your flight. Carefully and slowly, you peel his arms away from your midriff, slipping out of the bed, miraculously without waking him. You quickly put your clothes on and gather your things silently in the dark room (you knew Kylian was sensitive to light and you really didn’t want to wake him), making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. You’re ready to leave when you take one last look at your boyfriend, resting peacefully albeit the frown lines still present above his brows. You watch the small slice of moonlight cutting through the gap in the drawn curtain illuminate his face ever so slightly, his lips slightly open, his right arm reaching out as though he is looking for you and your heart tugs. There, in that moment, you realise how much you hate you have to leave him, how much you hate to be without him, how much you did need him around you and you make a decision. You spot a hotel-branded pen and some post-it-notes on the desk, quickly scribbling some words onto the paper, hoping it would be legible in the daylight since you could barely see in the darkness. You rip the piece of paper off the pile and slip it into his right boot that he had lined up in front of the wardrobe next to his gym bag ready for the game tomorrow before leaving the room.

———

“COME ON BOYS! LET'S SHOW THEM WHO WE ARE!”

Verratti yells as chorus of “yeahh”s follows his motivational words. The air in the dressing room is thick with anticipation, and excitement and nerves as all the players get ready to make their way to the tunnel for kick off. Kylian blows out a big breath, grabbing one of his boots from his bag. He pulls up the flap as he puts his foot in, stopping when he feels his toes press against something crunchy. A small piece of paper falling out in the process of him removing his foot to figure out what was in the boot. He unfolds it, revealing messily written note, as though the person had written it with their eyes closed, but he can recognise your penmanship anywhere.

BRING IT HOME BABY xo

He smiles at first, not realising the deeper meaning behind your message until he notices several lines underlining the word “home”. His eyes widen as he reaches for his phone quickly, snapping a picture and texting you.

You’re seated on the plane back to Paris from London, having finalised everything with the office so you were free to go home, and you couldn’t wait to get back to your own bed, sick of living out of your suitcase for the past week. You are about to put your phone on airplane mode, per instruction from the in-flight cabin crew, just as your phone lights up with a new notification. You had texted him good luck earlier, and guess he is probably responding to that. You open the message to find he’d sent you a picture of the note you’d left for him with “you mean it????” You laugh to yourself, you know he’s not stupid, he would figure it out.

win the match and find out :)

gonna score two for you.

Kylian is anything if competitive, jumping up onto his feet as he locks his phone and throws it in his gym bag. He had his obvious reasons for wanting to win this game, the most glaringly clear one being it would bring him one step closer to winning a UCL trophy for his beloved club, their first ever. But now he had something else to win for, something he’d been wanting for months now, and absolutely nothing was standing in his way.

Ramos makes his way to Kylian, patting his shoulder firmly.

“You ready bro?”

“More than ever.” Kylian nods, before taking his friend’s hand and dabbing him up. “Listen, thanks again, for earlier man.”

“Don’t sweat it. And look at you, you're glowing! And got a little bit more fire in your eyes. Thank you Y/N!” He raises his hands and eyes to the sky, as though thanking god. Well you. A goddess. A true deity to Kylian himself.

The referee blows the final whistle, 3-1 to PSG, meaning they win by a point on the aggregate, and the ultras crowding the stadium go wild. After all the celebration, he finds himself in the dressing room, high off his win and claps of praise on his back from his teammates as he tries to find his phone to text you.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, knowing who was trying to contact you as your Uber pulled up outside the huge apartment complex. You’d seen all over Twitter that PSG had won, and you couldn’t help the surge of pride that bubbled up in your chest as you scrolled through the various tweets of congratulations for your boyfriend and his squad, especially for him winning man of the match. You wait until you’re inside the apartment, your suitcase resting on the wall by the front door before you pull your phone out of your pocket to read the message.

we did it. and i scored two for you.

i saw. had no doubt you could.

You hit send as you finally find yourself exactly where you wanted to be. You’re stood in Kylian’s living room, in front of the double doors on the far left of the large room that lead to the balcony, with the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, a view you knew you didn’t get from anywhere in your apartment. You could see your yourself slightly in the glass door, you hadn’t turned the light on too bright, so the glare wouldn’t erase your reflection and the background but the monument was still visible.

Perfect.

You look down at your phone to see the bubble that showed Kylian was typing disappear before reappearing again.

so?

He finally sends.

so.

You quickly click on the camera icon in the bottom corner, lining the frame so he could see you in picture as well as your surroundings. You snap the picture and send it to him.

hurry up and come home.

*****

As always, lmk your thoughts, I love hearing from you guys, thank you to everyone who comments and sends me asks, love and appreciate each and everyone of you <3 also GOOD LUCK PSG! LETS GO! 😌💙

[aajjks]

The price of Love (I)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader

warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰

another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY!

*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*

Life was literally trying to fuck you over.

You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.

Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.

You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.

he was still here.

“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.

Your mother would be worried sick.

“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.

His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.

You felt so torn, and bad.

“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,

Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.

“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”

His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.

“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”

You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.

The awkwardness died down as he joined in.

“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,

He was cute, damn cute.

“So…. May I please?”

You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”

“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.

“Mom I’m home!”

You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.

You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.

“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”

Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.

You weren’t ready to lose her.

“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.

“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,

Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.

“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”

“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.

You wanted to focus on your mother.

“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,

She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.

“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.

Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.

This week was purely hectic for you.

Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,

God you were so tensed.

You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.

But there was still a week left.

“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.

If only.

You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.

“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.

Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.

“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”

You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”

“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.

Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?

“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”

You sighed deeply.

“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.

“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”

Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,

She was weird but your friend. You could do this.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.

right?

“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”

your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.

“LEE YERIN AHHH!”

Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.

You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,

And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.

But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.

Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.

The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…

You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….

She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.

“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”

“So, you are Y/N L/N.”

Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.

“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”

The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.

“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,

Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.

Too gorgeous,

He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”

“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.

You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.

“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.

“Well. I like to spend my money.”

yes, rich guy.

It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”

“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.

“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”

When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.

Run and never come back again.

“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.

Ironic.

“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.

Scary.

“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,

You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.

You wanted to go home.

Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.

You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.

ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!

You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.

“Going somewhere? Y/N?”

You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.

And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.

You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”

He smiled.

“I don’t mind that.”

Oh, you do.

[angelasscribbles]

All That She Wants Chapter 11: New Love

Series: All That She Wants

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Word Count: 1,145

Rating: M

Warnings for this chapter: none

A/N: Welp, this is it, the final chapter! Thanks for taking this unexpected and crazy ride with me! There will be an epilogue.

My other stuff: Master List.

Liam spun her around the dance floor like he’d done a thousand times before. From the outside looking in, they were the perfect couple. She was Cinderella, a commoner whisked away by a handsome prince.

The truth was less glamorous.

Being queen wasn’t an easy gig. While Liam was head of state, Riley still sat on countless committees, showed up to charm diplomatic guests, had to always present her absolute best to the press and the public, attended a myriad of ribbon cuttings, and charity events, and had been a keynote speaker more times than she cared to remember.

Juggling all that with being a mother was difficult on the best days. While they used nannies for childcare, Riley refused to outsource the raising of her children to others. She and Liam were as hands on as possible. Innumerable bedtime stories had been read by her still in formal ballgowns, her shoes kicked off onto the nursery floor, getting those nighttime snuggles in between dances.

She did all of this while looking her best and keeping a smile plastered on her face. All while doing a million little things to make her husband feel appreciated.

She had earned her place by his side, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to relinquish it so easily.

Her children would be better off with both parents present and actively involved. Cordonia would be better off without the instability a royal divorce might present. Liam would be better off with his shining image untarnished.

But what would be best for her?

It’s all she had been able to think about for the past four days.

Olivia had returned to Lythikos. As far as Riley could tell, Liam hadn’t been in contact with her. Drake had continued his full court press attempt to woo her.

Liam had reverted to the attentive husband she remembered from the early years of their marriage.

But could she trust it?

After the dance ended, they returned to their table on a raised dais at the front of the ballroom. Waiters scurried around pouring her champagne and bringing her dessert.

Being queen wasn’t all work.

Being Liam’s wife had its perks. And though she very much enjoyed the privileges provided by wealth, her pride in her marriage had always been about the man himself and the family they had built. And they had built an amazing one. She could not have asked for two better children than the ones she had.

As the gala wound down, she leaned across the table to whisper in her husband’s ear. “I have an answer for you. Are you coming back to our rooms, or do you have any late meetings?”

He looked at her with hope and trepidation. “I’m coming. I’ll walk you back.”

“Okay.” Her gaze swung away from the man at her side and swept the room for another. She found him in the back, near the bar. Their eyes locked. She gave him a slight smile before returning her attention to her mother-in-law, who was prattling on about an upcoming luncheon they were both slated to attend.

Thirty minutes later, the king and queen were alone in their suite. Liam sat next to his wife on the edge of their bed, anxiety pinging through him. “What have you decided?”

“I’ve decided that I want us to stay married.”

“Oh, thank God!” that smile that used to light up her world washed across his face as he reached out and grabbed her hand. “Riley, you have no idea how happy this makes me! Thank you for giving me another chance! We’ll get rid of the Cordonian Arrangement! You won’t regret this!”

She pulled her hand out of his. “We’ll stay married for the children and for Cordonia. We will continue to present a united front in public but I’m moving into my own suite of rooms across the hall.”

Liam felt like he’d been struck. “What?”

“We will not get rid of the Cordonian Arrangement. If you want Olivia, you can have her. I won’t stand in your way. But you are not changing the rules now that they benefit me as well.”

He felt a little nauseous, but he also felt overwhelming relief that his public image would stay intact, the monarchy would remain strong, and his children would not have to divide their time between parents.

He couldn’t blame her for moving out of their rooms, and he couldn’t begrudge her taking a lover of her own.

He didn’t like it, but he realized he had no leg to stand on. This entire situation he found himself in was his own doing.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “You think Drake will agree to continue a relationship with you while you’re married to me?”

Riley couldn’t help the smile that danced across her face at the mention of her lover’s name. “Already has.”

“So, you understand my reasons, and you’re good with moving forward even though I’ll still be married to Liam?”

Drake looked down at the woman tucked under his arm, her hair wild and messy from their lovemaking. “Are you kidding me? What part of ‘I want to be with you no matter what that looks like’ didn’t you understand?”

“Just making sure.” She cuddled closer, relaxing into his warmth and the security of his love.

It was an amazing feeling.

“Right.” Liam didn’t know what else to say. A sobering thought occurred to him. “But a pregnancy will out us. I cannot overrule a provision that was passed unanimously by the council.”

“Oh, that.” She smiled again, a genuine, from the heart grin that he hadn’t seen in a long time. “I’ve decided to put that idea on hold.”

“Why?” He asked in confusion. Her desire for a baby was what had started this whole thing.

“Well, the more I thought about it, the more I realized how unfair it would be to the child to be brought into the world just because I was lonely. It’s not a child’s place to fix their parent’s issues. Besides that, I’m not really that lonely anymore!”

Her smile and exuberance made his heart clench a little as the full impact of his actions crashed into him.

She used to smile like that for him, at him, because of him. Now another man put that smile on her face and he would have to live with it.

He watched as she threw a few things into a bag. “You don’t have to go right now. Wouldn’t it be easier to move in the morning?”

“Oh, yeah…no. I have… plans tonight.”

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He opened them again when she called his name. “What?”

“I’m sorry if this hurts you, but now you know how I felt for the last two years.”

And with that, she was gone.

Epilogue

[nomi-c]

Jealously at hand

{Wooyoung x Reader}

Genre: Smut, jealousy, Fingering (f. Receiving), Petnames (babe), squirting

Wordcount: 2,4k

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"By the way from all the kpop idols you stan, which one has the most attractive hands in your opinion?" You ask your best friend over the phone.

"I don't know they all kind of have sexy hands, I haven't really thought about it." Your best friend replies in a thoughtful voice.

You look over to your boyfriend who's currently on his laptop checking tracks for the upcoming album.

"If I'm being honest I think my favorite hands of all my biases are Hyunjins, I mean have you seen his hands??" You tell her quietly looking over to Wooyoung in hopes he didn't hear you.

His hands stopped in their tracks for a second before he kept on typing.

Phew he didn't hear me... thank god he's wearing headphones!

"If Wooyoung hears you, you're done for you know that right?" Your best friend asks you a little worried.

You laugh. "He's wearing headphones so I'm all good." You steal another glance at Wooyoung who's stretching his neck now.

He's annoyed you think to yourself.

You tone down your voice a little just to be sure as you walk towards the living room. "You know what I also found out? Someone from Stray kids said the hand is XL but the phone is XS! So imagine how big his H-"  before you can finish your sentence, your phone gets ripped out of your hands.

"Woo-" you start but Wooyoung interrupts you by shushing you.

"Ha-ri, Y/n will call you back later." You watch as he ends the call right before you.

You look down to the floor, questioning how much he could've possibly heard. You feel his index finger and thumb on your chin, when he lifts your head to make you look at him.

When your eyes connect, you're met with his piercing and fierce gaze. "what were you taking about princess?"

Your eyes go big and you gulp. "Just normal

girl talk..." His left hand softly strokes over your cheek, but his gaze is still burning a hole through you.

"Girl Talk? You know I get jealous easily, so I don‘t really like you talking about other mens hands." His one eyebrow raises a little and the corner of his mouth pulls up a little.

I'm in danger! You think to yourself as you're taking a step back.

Wooyoung follows you instantly, his smirk is getting even bigger now. Like a hunter that cornered his prey and is just waiting for his final attack.

You can feel your heart racing, and your palms getting sweaty.

"Why do you love Hyunjin's hands?" His voice sounds calm with a hint of humor in it, but you know better he's a Demon and everything you will say will add to your punishment.

Wooyoung gets closer to you and rests his hands on either sides of your shoulder, and pushes you lightly till your back softly collides with the wall. "Answer me Princess." His smirk is evil now, and his gaze is dark and unreadable.

"I-" you begin but he cuts you off by speaking up.

"I'll show you all about my hands Princess, you won't  consider to even look at any other guys hands ever again."  His left index finger starts tracing over your collarbone softly leaving a burning trail on your skin where he touches you.

Your eyes follow his movements carefully, taking in every little movement like a cat on the hunt that targets its prey. Heat rises inside of you, as your thoughts spiral in your mind like a tornado. Each little touch seems to ignite the fire within you even more, setting you on fire as little goosebumps appear wherever he touches you.

Taking all your braveness together you lift your eyes to look your boyfriend in the eyes, just to find him already staring down at you with a wicked smirk. You know how to push his buttons too well, and you wouldn't be you if you didn't make use of that ability.

A big smirk plasters on your lips as you  trace your fingertips down his arms, slowly and softly following the prominent veins down his arm. His muscles tense under your fingertips slightly "And what if you can't convince me babe?" you see that spark you've been dying to see for awhile now and in this moment you know you have him right where would want him to be.

His eyes fall down to your plump lips for a second before he fixates his gaze back to your eyes. He lets out a low Chuckle that almost seems like a growl while his right hand softly takes a hold of your wrists. "Wanna bet?"

Before you know what's happening his lips crash on yours in a passionate kiss, and you find your hands trapped above your head pinned down by Wooyoung's strong iron grip. This for sure would leave a mark, but hell you wouldn't mind it just now.

His left hand grips one of your wrists and while deepening the kiss, wooyoung lays your hands behind his neck and breaks the kiss for a second. "Up" you do as you're told and shortly after you find yourself hanging on your boyfriend, his hands on your ass holding you in position.

Wooyoung makes his way to your shared bedroom, setting you down softly on your king-size bed. After removing his shirt and pants, he kneels down before you only in his boxershorts, his broad shoulders and abs illuminated softly by the setting sun outside of the massive window. He and looks up at you while his fingers softly trail up your leg. Once his hot gaze meets yours again he squishes your upper leg, and causes you to jump in surprise. His gaze connects with yours hot and mad at the same time "explain." He orders you in a firm voice.

"Woo-" His gaze stops you from continuing. But after a second you try again, knowing he won't stop till he knows it all. "Babe, it was just a girl talk."

Wooyoung let's out a Chuckle and leans before you, his left hand still drawing circles on your tigh while his right arm traps you. His face is only mere inches away from you, and his hot gaze and breath on your face threatens to take all your sanity restly.

His left hand wanders up your body and finds its way to the strap of your dress, where he plays with it softly while a dark smirk plays on his lips. "What do you love about his hands so much?"

You take a deep breath. "They're long-" your breath hitches when wooyoung slides down your straps, and your dress pools down at your hips.

His brow arches up, and his jaw tenses. "Anything more?" He asks while trailing down his index finger between the middle part of your bra down to your stomach.

Your eyes fixate from his firm arms and the veins that pop out, and travel over his hand till you finally focus on his finger that makes its way down down down to the hem of the dress.

His voice now low and hot against your ear. "Eyes up here Princess." Your head snaps up and he lets out a huff that sounds almost like a breathless laugh, and leaves a soft kiss on your ear and neck. "You're tempting me, but you won't get away this easy. Keep going, what else?"

When he looks at you again, you remember his question through your hazy mind. "They're skinny..." you explain more and he nods his head. Once again he squeezes your thighs and makes you jump, he reacts quickly and pushes the dress over your ass and down your legs in a soft motion.

When he looks up at you again, his eyes are filled with pure fire. "Anything else princess?"

Not sure if you should fire his jealousy much more you take a deep breath and gulp.

"H-his hands are veiny" You stutter staring down at your boyfriend. He starts laughing while his fingers softly graze over your panties, causing you to gasp and squirm under his light touch.

His fingers find their way to the rim of your panties, where he takes a hold of it. "Wearing my favorite color I see" wooyoung says with a dark smirk, as his finger traces along the soft fabric, that covers your dripping core. When he looks at you again his tongue peaks out from the corner of his mouth slowly sliding over his bottom lip.

You feel a bolt of electricity jolt through you accompanied by a tight tug in a certain lower area of your body causing you to try and close your legs. "Don't even try, look at me." He orders you in a voice that causes you to push your hips forward a slight bit.

Following his order you look down to see his vibrant Red hair that frames his sharp features, and his piercing brown eyes that stare up at you. "Look at my hands." He orders.

You do as you're told and cautiously look down his vainy arms that flexes with force, in the very next second your red lacy panties are nothing more than a sad ripped piece of fabric that sits on top of your removed dress. "Hey! Those were my favorites!" You exclaim slightly annoyed by your boyfriends destroying spee as you feel yourself clench around nothing, being even more annoyed that you love his roughness.

Wooyoung quickly gets up and in an instant he towers over you. Your back collides with the soft mattress under you and you find yourself Trapped between the bed and his strong arms, his thumb softly glides over your bottom lip that parts instantly.

His eyes travel back from your lips all the way up to your eyes. Leaning down close to your ear, you feel his warm breath on your ear and neck. "Those sexy panties of yours won't be the only thing I'm gonna break tonight darling." He whispers in your ear with a raspy voice, and in the very next second his lips crash on yours in a passionate kiss once again.

Your hands snake their way from his firm shoulders into his soft hair, where you give them a slight tug. Knowing this drives your boyfriend crazy you can feel his body heavenly pressing down on you even more, his clothed hardness pressing up to you with each rock of his hips. A deep moan leaves him as his teeth softly take ahold of your bottom lip asking for entrance.

You Instantly allow him access, and feel his tongue enter your mouth eagerly in a battle of dominance. One of his hands finds your cheek which he softly caresses, while his other hand makes its burning path down your body.

Promoting himself on his one elbow he doesn't break the heated kiss, when his right hand softly travels down your neck to your breasts, where his thumb and index finger take a hold of one of your nipples and pinches it. You let out a breathy moan while your back arches at the intensity of his touch.

"W-wooyoung" you whimper breathlessly when his full lips move to your neck and play with your sweet spot leaving purple Marks everywhere his lips connect with your skin. "You're mine. Only mine." He growls at you and you whine.

His hot kisses trail down your neck and once he reaches your breast, his mouth instantly cups your other breast, his tongue flicking your hard nipple roughly eliciting another moan to leave your lips. His free hand travels further down your stomach, drawing soft circles on your lower abdomen.

"W-woyoung please!" You cry out, feeling more and more worked up with every slight move of his lips and each flick of his tongue.

"Please what babe?" He says against the soft skin of your stomach while his nose draws the line his hand did preciously.

"Pl-" your words get stuck in your throat when his fingers glide over your folds, collecting your wetness and parting them in the process making your hips stutter.

Wooyoung places soft kisses around your bellybutton as his thumb starts to softly circle your clit. Once again your hands wander to his hair, pulling them tightly, a desperate whine leaving your lips while his left hand spreads your legs even further apart.

You can feel his smirk against your stomach grow big when one of his fingers enters you, and you start to moan his name.

His finger pumps into you at a ruff speed, making your heart race, and your thoughts vanish.

Wooyoung lifts his head and stares up

Into your eyes, the intensity and fire in them making you shiver and clench around his finger. "Already so wet for me, and we haven't even started." He says in a raspy voice, his tongue gliding over his lips in a dark and seductive way.

Before you can respond a second finger enters you making you arch your back when he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes your brain dizzy and moan his name

with each thrust of his strong fingers into you.

"Could his hands do the same?" He asks in a firm and demanding voice.

Taking your last working braincells together, and feeling your climax racing at you in top speed, you answer him breathless. "N-no only you!"

Wooyoung smirks satisfied picking up his speed, as your hips meet his fingers with each harsh thrust of his fingers making you moan even louder while your hands fist the bedsheets. "That's right, only I can make you feel this way with just my hands." He growls lowly against your skin.

"B-babe....Close" You whine once again, your back arching as you feel the tidal weave is about to hit you any second now.

"Look down" He orders you in a deep voice, which is already almost enough to send you over the edge.

You prompt yourself on your elbows to look down at your boyfriend, seeing his veiny muscular arms flex with each heavenly thrust into you, and his slender fingers pump into you in a unholy speed sends you over the edge hard.

You let out a loud moan as the sweet release washes over you intensely. Wooyoung still pumps his fingers into you to help you get down from your high, as your whole body becomes a shaking mess and you feel a weird sensation when your walls clench around his slender fingers.

Your eyes pry open and focus on your boyfriend, whose eyes holding a darkness you've never seen before.

Embarrassment turns your cheeks rosy as you realise what just happened. "I-Im sorry Woo, I didn't mean to-"

In an instant his lips connect with yours in a demanding hot kiss. Looking down directly into your eyes he pulls his fingers out of you slowly linking his in your release coated fingers clean, causing hot pools inside of you once again. "I knew you loved my hands but enough to make you squirt?"

You hit his arm in embarrassment, and he laughs before his eyes grow dark again.

"So fucking perfect for me." He burries his head in the crook of your neck and whispers close to your ear, his hot breath fanning your while his boxershorts join the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor.

Your legs curl around wooyoungs waist as his tip lightly brushes over your core, collecting your wetness and release causing you to shiver slightly.

His head falls down, a light moan leaving his lips as he eases his length into you.

His hand caresses your hair and cheek lightly, when he starts pumping into you, his hips hitting yours with each powerful thrust of his hips.

When his lips land on yours again his features grow soft and challenging at the same time. "Bet I can do It again."

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AN: Hey guys! I hope you liked this ff 🤭 I'm still relatively new to writing Smut so it might be a bit rough around the edges, but I try my best to get better at it. Have a good day Atiny ♡

[seiya-starsniper]

Hi! For the February prompts, I was thinking #20 for Morphienne💕

MORPHIENNE MY BELOVED 🥰💖

This was such a delight to write, and especially for Fluffbruary, I hope you enjoy friend!

Fluffbruary Prompt List || AO3 Link Here

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Repairing the damage done to the Dreaming during Rose Walker’s time as dream vortex is a long and arduous task for Dream. The realm had already been in a precarious state prior to that due to Dream’s imprisonment. Now there was even more work to be done. 

Recreating Gault as a dream instead of a nightmare had been a good first step. Gault was acclimating beautifully into her new role, and it served as a reminder to Dream that while the execution was different, the lessons imparted by both dreams and nightmares were meant to ensure that humanity continued to grow, to change, to adapt to the changing times. Two sides of the same coin, as the phrase went.

The look of pure awe and admiration in Lucienne’s face had also solidified his decision to be more…open to changes. Both big and small. Lucienne had not smiled like that in a long time, Dream realized. She smiled more now, more than she had even in the centuries before his capture, and Dream did not know how bereft he had felt without her smile, her joy, her adoration, until now. Every small acquiescence, every small bit of advice from hers he heeded, Lucienne’s smile would start first in the brightness of her eyes, then slowly traverse throughout the rest of her face until it finally completed its journey in the quirk of her mouth.

Dream was no mere god. He did not need his subjects to worship him. To give him praises and smiles and offerings. But every smile and every positive word Dream receives from his raven-turned-librarian fills Dream with a warmth he had missed dearly in his days spent as nothing more than a zoo animal in Roderick Burgess’s basement. Lucienne does not look upon him like he is some feral beast rearing to strike, or as some poor creature to be pitied. She looks at him as she always had, only now with more—more.

Dream realizes later, much later than he should have for a being such a he, that she loves him. Perhaps she had always loved him, and he had never noticed. Her love was nothing like what he had experienced with lovers past. Those loves were quick and passionate, and perhaps more destructive than affectionate, in the end. He had been consumed by them, had been driven half to madness in his attempts to woo and then later, control. All his lovers had left him in the end, unable to endure his strength, his power, his unending presence within their unconscious minds.

Lucienne, by contrast, had learned to live harmoniously alongside it. Had embraced it, embraced him, in all his facets, both good and bad. She had once obeyed all his commands without question, trusting him to always know and make the right decisions in the end for the Dreaming and its people. Now she pushed boundaries and made her opinions known to him, and Dream realized he found that attractive about her. She did not believe she could do his job better than him, but she did believe that he always knew the right answer, she only need lead him towards it. 

She had also waited for him, had been the only one of his subjects confident that he would come back, while the rest assumed that he had grown tired of his duty and simply left. She knew that when he finally returned, no matter if it took a hundred years, or a thousand, that he would need support in rebuilding the realm. And she had offered herself up to him without question, had maintained as much of the realm as she could without him, without him having even asked that of her. 

She had always been his partner in all things, Dream realizes. And now the thought that he could ask for more of her, that she would give it to him willingly, thrilled him in a way he could not describe.

“Lucienne,” Dream calls for her one night, when he is tired and lonely and missing her. “I require your presence.”

“My lord?” Lucienne asks when she enters his sanctuary. She is buttoned up and put together as always, the purples and reds of her outfit a deep contrast to the blacks and whites of the room. She is radiant, and Dream wants.

“Will you sit with me?” Dream asks, patting the empty space next to him along the sofa.

“Of course,” Lucienne replies.

She leaves a respectable space between them that Dream does not want, and so when she turns to look at him, he moves into her space and presses his face into her shoulder, before wrapping his arms around her waist. Lucienne yelps in surprise. Her arms suspend mid-air for a few awkward moments, before finally landing on his shoulders.

“Sir?” Lucienne asks, mildly alarmed at the blatant show of vulnerability. They have never held each other like this before, and Dream realizes this has been a grave oversight on his part. “Is—is everything all right?”

“Hmm,” Dream sighs, breathing in the scent of her. She smells like lavender and old books. “I am tired,” he adds, “and I have been thinking quite a bit lately.”

“About what?” Lucienne asks.

“About you, in fact,” Dream answers, pressing his face further into her shoulder.

“Me?” Lucienne asks, a small amount of concern creeping into her voice. “Have I done something wrong, my lord?”

“No,” Dream answers. “The opposite, in fact.”

“I don’t understand,” Lucienne says, now clearly confused by his vagueness.

“How long have you loved me?” Dream asks, deciding to be blunt instead. He lifts his head from her shoulder so that they are face to face, and so he can see her reaction. He sees first the shock, then the fear, and then the acceptance that he has figured her out. She sighs a few times, then lifts a hand to run her fingers through his hair.

“I no longer remember,” Lucienne answers softly, a sad smile now crossing her face. “I think I have always loved you, in different ways.”

Dream hums, and then readjusts himself so that he is no longer lying atop Lucienne, but instead sitting upright and looking down at her.

“You have done a remarkable job of hiding it from me for all these years,” he tells her, a wry smile crossing his lips. Lucienne chuckles in response, and it is more self-deprecating than he would like it to be.

“That was rather the point, sir,” she answers, her voice now tinged with a melancholy he does not like. “I would argue that I have actually failed in my duty to keep my personal feelings private, if even you have taken notice of them.”

“If even I have taken notice?” Dream asks, affronted. Had he really been the last to notice? Lucienne’s laughter seems to confirm his suspicions.

“Sir, you are not the first to point out my affections for you,” Lucienne says, her mouth still caught in a small smile. “Matthew had made a comment earlier today, in fact.”

Dream was going to have words with Matthew later. For now, he had more pressing matters in front of him to attend to

“Lucienne, you may drop the formalities,” Dream says, reaching a hand up to cup her face. “It is only you and I here.” 

Lucienne’s eyes widen, but then she turns away from him, unable to meet his eye.

“You know I cannot,” she replies, her voice returning back to that melancholy tone. “It is too intimate, and if I am allowed to call you by name, I may actually start to believe that I am—”

Dream cuts her off by pressing his mouth against hers. Lucienne lets out a small gasp when he does, and though he is tempted to deepen the kiss, Dream restrains himself, and pulls back from her mouth only the barest of inches. Her lips are warm and soft against his, and the fact that he could have had this sooner than now is almost enough to drive him to madness

“You are mine,” Dream murmurs, practically growling against her mouth. “Perhaps I am slow to catch on, but now that I am aware of your affection, I would have as much of it as you would give me.”

“Oh,” Lucienne breathes, “I—I see.”

Then she is the one kissing him now, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him flush against her body. Dream growls and then finally, finally, lets himself go for her. 

[wonuyun]

orv main story epilogue spoilers under cut

ch 517 (epilogue 1 - i)

i'm screaming into my fist as i write this. the moment kdj said yjh had a pale face... my heart dropped... no way...

and it was. orz (the 0th turn that wasn't even written but only briefly mentioned in flashbacks...)

get me out of here... i'm going to cry good bye

ch 518 (epilogue 1 - ii)

SCREAMING. oldest dream wasn't yjh's sponsor until the 3rd turn...

yeah okay... i know who it would be then...

and abfd being one of the constellations he could choose??

DKOS *thumps fist* i'm done. i'm done bye

the yjh glare is always there when kdj is present hahaha

ch 519 (epilogue 1 - iii)

HAHAHA yjh was really about to choose abfd

and he called kdj's modifier arrogant aksjdhfjskd

OH MY GOD

hsy my hsy my sooyoungie

they were so happy ToT can't even have half a chapter of bliss

she was testing him... oh my god...

ch 520 (epilogue 1 - iv) wo ai ni :hearthands:

okay here come the tears

han sooyoung... i want to give you the biggest hug ever

i don't even know how to explain what i'm feeling anymore

i just love this story and i love kimcom so much

ch 521 (epilogue 1 - v)

WHAT

okay i had a feeling sangah knew something

the confrontation... han sooyoung ;-;

fricking what. what the heck was that at the end

??? i'm scared. what (is this when he falls into the coma...)

ch 522 (epilogue 1 - vi)

GROUP REGRESSION.

GROUP REGRESSION??

GROUP REGRESSION

the kids talking to kdj :')

i'm punching my pillow (figuratively)

ch 523 (epilogue 1 - vii)

"Kim Dokja's world couldn't be found anywhere now." okay??? thanks so much... i will be so normal about this...

kdj telling bihyung he's here to repay his debt... you hear my heart breaking? yeah that's what that cracking sound was

jung heewon is still alive and with the original main team huhuhuhu

yoo mia is here too!!

fudge biscuits... kdj is literally disappearing... for good?? (edit: okay so his fingers regenerate, but they'll always be smaller than before)

he's sacrificing himself to "personally write the story that didn't exist in the original"

"eventually, yoo joonghyuk of the 0th turn had reached the final pages of the scenarios." <- this is hitting me so hard. ough

ch 524 (epilogue 1 - viii)

pacheonmaeng is such a fitting name -> 破天盟 literally translated is breaking sky alliance

*slams hands on table* WHAT ARE THESE TRANSITIONS BETWEEN DKOS AND-

oh wait no it's still 0th turn yjh, just a timeskip...

i'm so unwell

yjh has grey hair!! this man is getting old?? (edit: omg "life lived to its fullest" attribute... he won't live long...)

he married lee seolhwa *wipes tears*

wait- no- yjh don't say that...

he got to see his protagonist, his hero, his saviour, his role model grow old *sobs*

ch 525 (epilogue 1 - ix)

wow i'm full on sobbing now

he asked those questions in the end... he's perfectly happy but curious about who this mysterious constellation is

and since dkos can't pass on fourth wall to him, he has to regress... he has to regress 1864 times in order to meet kdj

the kdj from the beginning of orv :')

"just because i will forget about them, that doesn't mean they'll suddenly stop existing."

"they definitely continue to live in this world."

OTL i'm not recovering from this woo

"tell me, you fool. if i continue to regress, will i ever get to meet you again?" OH

oh...

oh

the quote is from this context????

omg this quote that has plagued me for so long. it's from this chapter. this scene.

HA. he remembers now?? his memories came back. i repeat, his 0th turn memories returned!!!

this group regression... will they ever find him...

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

can i request “of all the idiots in the realm, im trapped with you” with wooyoung?

YESSSSS

[Choose a prompt and send me an idol! I’ll write a drabble for it]

~

You hit your head against the back of the cold cave wall while you watched the fools' errand happen in front of you. Wooyoung, meanwhile, continued to pull rocks from the caved-in entrance and toss them aside.

"Just give it up, Woo, we're done," you laid your sword next to you while Wooyoung shook his head.

"Nuh uh, I just gotta..." he huffs and takes a deep breath before picking up another rock and hauling it aside, "focus here..." he finally finishes his thought and grabs another rock, causing more to slide down and take its place.

"Of all the idiots in the realm, I'm trapped with you," you covered your face with your hands and Wooyoung turns to you with his normal wide grin.

"Well, it could be worse," he says with hands on his hips.

"How? How could this be worse?" Your hands left your face and tensed before settling on your lap and staring at him, his usual aloof smile still on his face.

"You could be trapped with San."

"Good god, I think I'd rather die," you dragged a tired hand down your face and took a deep breath. "Okay, what's your plan, Woo?"

"Dig through the rocks until we see daylight!"

"We'd might as well prepare to be here for a while than waste our time doing that," you eyes the rocks he'd thrown aside already. "Something realistic, Wooyoung."

"Uh..." he crosses his arms and shivers. "Christ, it's cold," he shudders. Then, as if he'd been hit with a moment of realization, he turns to you. "Are you cold?"

"Huh?"

"Cold, are you cold?"

"I mean, yes, of course I'm cold. That dastardly draft is..." you trailed off and Wooyoung's smile grew. "There's a draft!"

"Meaning there's another opening at the end of the cave!" Wooyoung pumps his fist in the air and, when he brings it back down, he opens his hand and a small ball of fire hovers above it. "Shall we go on an adventure?" He asks.

"Beats being buried alive," you opened your hand and, in a slight wave, your sword returns to you, "lead the way!"

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[l1mit-breaker]

GOD FINALLY HES DONE OH MY G O

i present to you my favoritest time travel boi

extra dumb rants from me utc .

chris ( me ) after watching horror videssays while drawing at midnight

they are so lovely but i do not need to be jumpscared by WHEELS and DOORS AAAA ( kane pixels “the rolling giant” for context ) shakes fists ………

i wouldve got this post out sooner if the art arted better but well . SIGH . i also realized i accidentally kind of made him colored like fucking steve from minecraft and now im . i make bad decisions .

anyways ! heres a thing for whoevers still reading; design choices ! because i actually think sometimes ! woo !

i have all the uh , color pallet stuff (???) of the characters saved and i try to use as much as the colors on those as possible because (1. its a pretty cool challenge , and (2. iiii am horrendous with coming up with my own pallets !! ahaha ! for roman i had it in my heart and in my soul ( for some reason ) that he has wavy/fluffy brown hair . i added the highlight things because . uh . colors . and it looks cool . AND WHY NOT :D i put him in a very simple outfit because he is a prisoner ( /j ) and the gloves are for coolness points and because of ✨THE LAB✨ . safety and all that jazz wAIT I SHOULDVE GIVEN HIM GOGGLES GODAMMIT- ahem , anyways the side doodle is just yknow regular evil time travel bull . i think thats it . i probably wouldve done more if not for my brain being half turned off and the fact ive been procrastinating on this ever since i finished cyril .

i also want to mention how badly i want to make an animatic of the time travel experiment log video . but hell knows id never be able to finish that if i tried .

anyways thanks for reading have a great time !

[seokka0o]

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ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ

Kim Wooseok 🎃afab!reader

Warning:vampire!Wooseok; Blood; unprotected sex; the reader is on the verge of death; biting kink; transformation

English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors

your skin crawled when you felt the contact of his fangs with your neck. you were immersed, waiting for the moment, that was when that sensation invaded you, wooseok bit you and started sucking. a moan ran from both lips when this happened, he began to taste you like he hadn't done in centuries, the sweet taste astonishing him like nectar for the gods, the heat rising, you becoming weak and his dick hard, woo seok let go stuck in your neck and let the blood come out, ran his thumb over the area and then looked at your face, reading your nervousness, the defenseless way you behaved towards him.

“show your tongue” he ordered and you obeyed, sticking your tongue out, wooseok ran his blood-stained thumb across your tongue, you could feel the taste standing out on your palate and then he came, sucking the muscle of your tongue, then circling it with his, so you entered that battle, kissing, his mouth still dirty with your red taste, the bite on your neck continued to release blood in quantity, wooseok's hand that passed by there He began to climb up, touching you, marking your skin with your own blood, your weak body carried and he began to undress you, touching every corner, staining you red, the color of his passion.

wooseok was investing slowly, a quiet fuck, he was moaning lowly in your ear, you were a complete mess of blood while he left licking, consuming everything, cleaning you with traces of his saliva, your weak moans, you were losing everything and wooseok felt you little by little leaving him.

“don’t worry …when there’s finally nothing left for you, then you’ll be like me in the end” he whispered to you, getting sue for your moans in return, wooseok stirring gently, his hand going down between your bodies where he touched your clit beginning to stimulate your contracted body, withdrawing, losing its shine.

“woo seok…i-i can’t” you dictated softly holding his dark hair, making him moan softly with the delicate touch on his hair

“you can do it, take it to the end and then you’ll finally be mine” woosoek encouraged, appreciating your effort to keep the fucking going until the end, your bodies moving against each other out of sync, your low voices mixing together, Wooseok was let go of the beginning to end, in anticipation, the bodies were lost in this contact, wooseok slid his dick with precision, you felt it inside, without the strength to respond, the blood soaking everything, when you run your tongue over the pale lip, the body is yours one last immoulso, you felt everything vibrate with force, towards the end he bit you again, spilling his poison inside you. your body becoming rigid and painful, you screamed at that moment, the contraction around wooseok made him moan too, you clung to him in an absurd internal pain, wooseok maintained, reiterating his fangs from inside you, fucking you hard.

when your consciousness reached fullness you felt your strength return with an overwhelming force mixed in with the orgasm, you came hard, Your body received every drop of his poison, making you each other for eternity.

“I love you” he said affectionately, placing kisses on your bites on her neck, running his hand over her body full of blood. You moaned loudly and smiled at the feeling taking over again, Wooseok accelerated hard, making the fuck violent for a few seconds, the impact of the force made the bed want to give in at any moment, this last time, you ended up cumming together.

[danketsuround]

sunday six!

typical monday six for me cause i forgot yesterday was sunday lol i was tagged by @four-white-trees and @overdevelopedglasses woo! thank you! i will tag everyone else i usually tag @c-cw-f-saeko @fire-tempers-steel @futilecombat @passthroughtime (think that's everyone? lmk if u want to be tagged/untagged) (share if you want don't if you don't as usual HI)

sharing something different cause i wasn't feeling well this weekend and i have this written already. little extra thing from two birds that expands on the letters kuwana and reiko wrote to each other. kind of long but i don't like it enough to post so just take the whole thing gosh!

To Kusumoto-san,

How are you? I'm sorry I haven't written yet. I just figured out how this works in the midst of moving around. Ehime is a nice place. Far, temperate. The people in Masaki are a little too friendly. Not sure I could say the same about Matsuyama, though, I guess that's the city to a stranger. It seems silly to say, but I hope you're making some friends, if you can.

When we first drove in, a seagull shat on my car. Right on the windshield! I almost killed us both. I know you just jumped at the thought, but we're really okay. Mitsuru made fun at me for getting so startled. He's a good kid. He's a lot like you and nothing like me. Thank God. Despite our differences I think we're getting along.

We came to Matsuyama for a bit. We wanted to pop in and see you but they told us it doesn't work that way. That day it really hit that you were in prison, and not just away on a terrible vacation. I guess I'll never get over missing you. It really upset Mitsuru, so I took him to do tourist stuff instead. It was nice because a lot of people visit those areas, so the wheelchair wasn't really a problem like it is on these gravely rural roads. We met the mascot, Mikyan, and took a picture with him. I'm sure it fell out when you tore open this envelope. Did you know Ehime is famous for its mandarins? They really won't let you forget it! The photo was just going to be of Mitsuru, but this lady behind me said she could take a photo of the both of us, and I got too shy to say no. I'd never do that! Maybe I'm a changed man after all. Anyways, you have the both of us now—though it wasn't like you didn't before.

Mitsuru gave me a haircut. I look ridiculous. You can see it in the photo, right? I would have done a better job blindfolded, but he seemed proud of it, so I kept it. His hair looks pretty choppy now, but not out of revenge. I just suck at cutting hair. Did I tell you that he's trying to get his high school diploma? What a dedicated young man you've raised. I technically still have my teaching license, so I've been helping. Feels good. It's weird. Whenever I help him, I remember why I became a teacher in the first place. Ironic, isn't it? I want to tell you everything but I'll save it for the next time we see you. I'm sorry for cutting it so short, but I have a favor to ask you.

The nurses in Ijincho explained a bunch of stuff to me about Mitsuru's condition and printed it out. It's expectedly massive. Sorry to be a pain, but would you mind taking a look at it and tell me what to do? Advice? I can't make sense of it all. Or maybe I refuse to believe it. Is he really hurt so badly? What does he think of all this? I wonder about it. I wonder about it a lot. He seems fine, but then I look at all his X-rays and blood tests and I don't know what to think. How do I get him too eat? To grab things? To smile? I'm taking it one step at a time, but these technical terms are a big hurdle. You can read it, right? You've always been so much smarter than me. I'm sorry again. I'm lost. Thank you. I'm running out of room. They've got a limit on paper for prison letters. Seems strict.

Mitsuru wanted to say:

M iSsyou Mo M

- Mi Tsu ru

He's got a damn strong grip on his pencil. You'd be proud.

Until then,

Yu

Kitakata,

It's good to finally hear from you. I'm doing as well as I can. You seem to be the same. I checked a map of Masaki to try and place you two. It seems like a nice town. Are you getting used to the short buildings and the little beach?

I've been friendly with some of the other inmates, and the seagulls here do the same, but I've been safer than you.

I got your picture. How cute. Your haircut isn't so bad, he did a good job.

I looked at the documents. I know what you mean. I expect you already know to use the feeding tube and how to bathe him. It's not surprising he did not respond well to the catheter. I wouldn't either.

Firstly, Mitsuru has anterograde amnesia. That means he has a very difficult time forming short term memory, even if his long term memory is intact. Remember when you told me he didn't know your name, even though you told him earlier? That's why. I'm not sure why he doesn't remember your face from before. I suppose that's a fortunate mystery. You may have noticed the nurses doing this, but if you tell him the same things over and over again, he'll have an easier time forming new memories. He knows what to call you now because you said it so many times. I'm sure he knows I'm in prison because the nurses told him many times, too. That's what I get.

I'm sure you're well aware of his mental health. He seems to go up and down a lot, I bet. Like his body, his brain is suck at seventeen. Doesn't he seem so... frozen in time to you? He's like an old doll, destined to be a kid forever. I'd be jealous if that was the end of it. The nurses observed that he sometimes behaves like a much younger child. Have you seen him suck his thumb? Does he tug at you when he wants your attention? Hug you at night? It's an acute stress response. He's defending his body from his mind—that's what that means.

Lastly, his food. It's not very difficult to do. Steam it for thirty minutes. If you lose track of time and think you've cooked it for too long, add another ten minutes. I did that when he was little. He hated vegetables until they weren't shaped much like vegetables anymore. He'd swallow his food whole to hurry up and play outside again, so boil it thoroughly. It should be the consistency of chewed gum or silt. Try it yourself, add salt if you hate it. He doesn't like broccoli. No broccoli. Like everything else, he's still relearning how to chew. Don't push him. He’s sensitive. You know that already, just like you know how to do all this other stuff. You have good intuition, and great memory, and it helps that Mitsuru seems to love you. Even still, don't push him. No broccoli. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Don't expect me to say anything else, I'll see you soon.

Kusumoto Reiko

[hotluncheddie]

Eddie opens the door of the trailer to find Steve. Steve with; a bunch of roses, his hair done and in his tightest jeans. Eddie is confused but Eddie can also already feel a blush coming.

'Willyougoonadatewithme?' Steve gives him a charming, all American heart throb smile and thrusts the roses at him. Eddie notices Steve's hands shaking ever so slightly as he takes them and very eloquently says, 'uh'.

In his defence it is a little backwards, considering they've had their first kiss already. It was in the back of eddies van, hidden away in the woods and it was lovely.

'I just… I.. fuck! I I wanna date you Eddie. let me take you out, treat you. What do you think?' Steve is looking at his so earnestly, being so brave. Eddie is certain he's about to explode.

'Oh my god.. You're too much. I think I'm gonna bust. Baby what the fuck!' and this time its Steve's turn to go red, managing a 'um, so is that a yes?'

'Fuck yeah!' Eddie says dropping the flowers to his side and smacking a ‘mwah!’ on Steve’s cheek. Eyes sparkling, Steve laughs at him. 'Friday at 8 then, it's a date?' '

'Consider me wooed Harrington, you still got it' Eddie winks and Steve starts to back up towards his car. 'Okay well, I gotta' he points at the BMW, 'work you know? but Friday?' he asks standing at the drivers side door, seemingly unable to leave or look away just yet.

'Yeah, Friday' Eddie smiles, lifting the flowers back up and shoving his face into them. Hoping it'll hide his dopey smile a little as he watches Steve give him one last grin before he's backing out and away into the distance.

Eddie closes and leans his back against the door with wide, unfocused eyes, unable to fathom how the fuck he ended up here.

Wayne walks out then, about to leave for work, takes one look at eddie and chuckles. 'What do I do with these?' Eddie asks, looking confused at the flowers. They're beautiful... How the fuck did this happen?! To him!?

'You can put them in water but we don't really own a vase.' Wayne muses, still amused. 'Or if you hang 'em upside down they'll last longer, use a bit of string.'

'Metal' Eddie decides, looking at the roses in awe.

Wayne shuffles over, gently nudging eddie out the way so he can leave. But, not before giving his shoulder and squeeze, 'I'm happy for ya kid, bring him over some time' he whispers with a wink.

It's the next week, after their second date and eddie is holding steves hand, pulling him through the trailer to his room. Once inside he shuffles over to fiddle with the record player.

Steve makes a little surprised grunt and Eddie spins around to see why. He's pointing at the drying flowers, gives them a little poke and looks at Eddie with a smug smile, wiggling his eyebrows.

Eddie is still embarrassed by how the flowers make him feel like a fucking puppy love teenager. Covering his face with both hands to hide his blush and flopping dramatically onto the bed, he shoves out 'no one's ever gotten me flowers before.. wanted to keep them forever.'

But Steve just laughs lightly and Eddie feels the bed dip next to where he's sprawled. 'Well I’ll get you more then, now I know u like em'. Steve rests a hand on his leg and Eddie manages to pry his hands away, sitting up on his elbows. Finally letting himself look at the lovely boy on his bed.

'Actually, I'll get you more under one condition' Steve declares with a mock serious look and one finger raised.

'And what could that possibly be?' Eddie asks, playing along.

'Call me baby again?' Steve's smile turns syrupy as his eyes soften to something a little vulnerable.

Eddie can't help it, surging forward to kiss him, over and over again. Whispering 'baby', 'baby', 'my baby' between kisses. knowing he'll never stop, he'd do anything for Steve Harrington.

[i-bring-crack]

Hnnnnnn

Olympic gold winner Cha Hae In meeting famous Ice skater figure Sung Jin Woo in the middle of the night.

Despite winning the gold medal at the olympics, Hae-In isnt the one to celebrate u big, if any at all. Dont get her wrong, she was happy to recieve her first gold, even shedding tears as she held it up for the cameras to look upon it- but she was also a very careful and shy person unnderneath all of that. She didnt want to suddenly be pushed around at a party or end up making some kind of wrong descision that would lead to her very earned reputation being trashed even more than it already is. Its a misery being popular and yet not have the backbone to stand up to haters, but all she wanted was to run dammit! not to be in the spotlight!.

Her coach, Choi Jong In, does his usual sigh when he hears about this, but doesnt pressure her on the event, or at least, not as much as her other coaches had done so.

"A lot of famous athletes will be there, some even want to meet you." He does try to persuade her though. But Cha Hae In shakes her head and jong In leaves it at that. Over the phone he also asks if she wants to know anything from the party and Hae In asks if he can bring her some takeout when he comes back to the hotel the country provided her with (for winning that is), that way he can also share the latest gossip from the party as they get ready to go home in the next days.

In the mean time she decides to watch something on the Tv and for an hour, nothing just seems to grab her attention. Scrolling past her phone she sees that the sun has yet to set and the winter has hardened the lakes around the hotel.

Some people are there, so she decides that, yeah, why not, and covers her face first before going out and enjoying the new skating ring in the closest park she could find.

The problem is, she never had skating lessons in her life. But that wont stop her! besides, its almost the same thing as dancing right?

Hae-In had learned that she was wrong very quickly. Three times and she hardly been able to stand up for a second without falling back again on her butt. Her face became even more red (than it already was from the cold) when a few giggles and laugher from kids to teens to parents alike watched her fall down again. At least no one seemed to notice who she really was or else th eonly topic on the news would be her catastrophy trying to understand how physiscs works in her.

After the seventh try, she just slid back to the snowy grass and stayed there watching the rest of the families go by and dance around with exitment.

Well, she is probably going to hate skating for a while now.

The chrismas songs fall on her ears, colors of green, white, yellow and red begin to light up the sky as the sun sets, and Hae-In has already sneezed more than twice in the same hour due to her sensible nose. She takes her arms and wraps them around her knees, her fingers can still feel the cold even whith her gloves on.

Would Choi ne good at figure skating? it leaves her to wonder considering he is good at quite a lot of things. Like a jack of all trades instead of an ace at one thing like her. She kniws that her Noona Gina is good at skating, not sure about ice skating though. As for the rest of her friends? Hae In checks her phone, counting the hours in this country compared to the timezone in korea, they must have been sleeping by now.

And Jong In said he didnt come home until after 10 or 11, and its 8:30 by now.

"Hello" A sudden voice startles her in that foreing lenguage from the country. However it doesnt sound... fluent.

Cha Hae In turns her head around and- Oh god he is quite pretty.

it takes her a moment, entranced by his handsomeneess when she finally realizes that the man has just asked her a question.

With the little practise she has in the lenguage, she speaks. "Im Sorry but im Korean, I cant understand you" and mentallly bids goodbye to the possible model she has just met.

But the gods are giving her fortune after fortune today as she sees him smile back and talk to her in korean.

"Thats fine, i was just asking if you could help me practice for my event tonight." The man scratches the back of his head, squating down right next to her when he feels that she will care to listen. "I was suposed to go with someone else but she isnt coming until well after she finishes some photos."

Ohhh, hes probably talking about his girlfriend. Yeah, he is such a pretty guy it shouldnt have surprised her. Her heart is still sour about it though, but what can she do? she can hardly even talk to someone much less try to ask a pretty boy out. If it wasnt for the mask then Hae In's blush would have been noticable in all 3 corners of the world, and, at least she can blame her stuttering on the cold.

"So I was wondering if you could help me."

Despite the small smile in her eyes, Hae In has to decline.

"Im sorry but I've never skated before... and I..." was he there to see her fall so many times? hopefully not, bc oh god that would be so embarrasing. "Im not very good at it."

"Thats fine," The gorgeous man extends his hand over to him, "Just follow my lead and it will be fine."

And so she does. Her eyes are fully focused on him as her feet glide on into the snow next to him. Then, she looses her momentum again and almost falls on her face but his body is there to catch her first. The misterious man keeps teaches her little by little, and with a lot of determination in her eyes (that he cant help but smile at tenderly) she does her best to listen and get better and better.

An hour passes by with them on the snow, Cha Hae In is laughing and smiling about, the frost of the winter no longer touching her ears, and the man also keeps smiling and teasing her, both of them talking while skating as if they knew each other for a long time. Both of them completely forgot what they were doing here, and simply enjoyed their time skating around the ice ring until a sudden voice called over.

"Oppai! Jin Wo oppai!"

The woman (girlfriend– Hae In suddenly remembers) that Jin Woo was supposed to meet with was here.

And by goodness, she was gorgeous, Cha Hae In almost deflated on the spot upon looking at her, she was never good with her insecurities in the first place, its why she didnt like to show herself on social media even if it was an important event for her. Once the woman comes closer and her face is seen without the facemask, Hae In suddenly realizes she is the only Yoo Sooyoung, the famous actor in her country. Oh goodness, what will happen if she gets recognized here by her?!? Will she expose her to Jin Woo!?!? Her reputation is already controversial as it is without even doing anything, and she doesnt want him to think any of the gossip is true (bc it isnt! But it can be so hard not to lean on what random people are saying on the internet)

"Oh~ oppai who is this pretty girl you caught!" The model smiles back at him.

She breathes a sigh of relief, maybe her western blondie appearance is what made Hae In hide more.

"Yoosoung, this is just..."

Its at that moment that they both realize they never told each others names.

"My name is Sung Jin Woo." He responds first, " And this is my friend Yoo Sooyoung."

"Oh... Sung Jin Woo."

Why does she fell like she has heard that name before...

Jin Woo... Jin Woo...

Her eyes sparkle and the blood drains from her face.

"Sung Jin Woo, the famous ice skater!"

His face grimances a little, as though he wished she hadnt known him beforehand, but his popularity was a worldwide fenomena, not onky for his godlike skills at dancing in the ice ring like it was his own, but also for all the fans that adored his looks, those carved by angels themselves or so they said. He still doesnt show any kind of digust to her, because fans always go crazy around him, though he already talked with Hae In so much it doesnt feel as though its just a normal fan anymore.

It dissapointing actually, he wanted to still keep this little secret between them, let them see each other for who they were behind any kind of fame.

But its not like he will push her away now that she knows who he is.

"And whats your name?"

Hae In looks at the floor below, her eyes a bit mellow and calculative. Should she say it? Not?

But... it would hurt to try.

"Cha Hae In."

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Sooyoung always grins as she keeps telling the story back to Jin Ho, who looks like he just missed the most important episode of his favorite drama.

"And thats how Jin Woo met the love of his life!"

Jin woo throws a pillow back at Yoosoung who keeps her wide grin.

"Aw come on Hyung! She is your favorite sports idol!"

He cant deny that, and its why Jin Ho is the next in his line of sight to throw a pillow at.

But they dont stop. Because for years the three have known each othr well enough that Jin Woo isnt actually mad by what they are saying, and that inside, he is secretly thanking Sooyoung for asking Hae In's contact number, because he forgot his on the room, and what a catastrophe that would have been.

The somewhat grumble expression on his face soon turns soft as he sees Hae In respond back to his message.

-We could grab some Coffee at 2pm, I know a good cafe around here!

-Send me the location and Ill be there then. Take care :)

The squeals of joy pierce Choi Jong In's ears just as he is about to sleep.

[itlivesproject]

HELLO FRIENDS!! time for everyone’s favourite abel simp anon to kick off the finale weekend reactions :)

ps. this is quite long and there’s lots of swearing (i was very very excited, apologies😭)

OKAY HERE WE GO I AM SO EXCITED AND ALSO VERY NERVOUS OK WOO LETS GO

NO FUCKING WAY DID MATTHIAS KILL SILVIA - JAIL FOR THE WRITERS

guys we’re not even 2 minutes in slow down please

lincoln :(((( and abel too :( i think it’s time for matthias to unalive😀

“you could’ve easily done what matthias did” STOP

MATTHIAS ACKNOWLEDGING THAT ABEL IS IN LOVE WITH HER WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

matthias leaving with a swish of his scarf is so on brand, that flamboyant twat

abel and lincoln friendship moment!!!! i love them so very much

…….noah? buddy? you can summon bats now? that’s pretty cool

all of that and we hasn’t even hit the intro sequence yet? damn

now who let connor out the cage🤨🤨

WE GOT THE WHOLE GANG HERE💪💪

the way you write matthias’s manipulation of jocelyn is so so good

AH ABEL PULLED US TO THE SIDE.. IF WHAT I THINK IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ACTUALLY HAPPENS… KISSES FOR ALL OF U

IT DID HAPPEN

I JUST RAN A VICTORY LAP AROUND MY ROOM

I AM SILENTLY SCREAMING

I LOVE ABEL AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU

i’m honestly surprised i haven’t cried yet (i’m sure you all know by now how easily i cry)

“you and me, ro, forever. we just have to make it to tomorrow” someone write that on my gravestone because i just died

GERTRUDE IS BACK

WE’RE IN THE FUCKING VOID???????

pretend-annie? not this little weasel again

listen, as much as i am a pacifist, who am i to stop connor from killing adrian? (bye bye!)

ok the speech devon gives to romanced connor finally got me to tears (this will definitely not be the last time i cry this chapter LMAO)

WE BROKE THROUGH TO CONNOR YES FINALLY

NOW PLAYING AS ABEL FLINT ??????????!!!?!?!?!?!?

LOLA!!!! she’s beautiful :(

oh god this is heartbreaking

well amalia is in a graveyard so this won’t go well

ITS HER OWN GRAVE???? (kinda giving a christmas carol - this is charles dickens’ legacy)

oh god is jocelyn gonna see cody’s body?

SHE’S HAUNTED BY HER YOUNGER SELF? you just love to put this poor girl through the ringer

lincoln’s turn, if you show me silvia i swear-

god dammit

back to rowan, nice!

loha is so pretty

SHE MADE US?

i am so excited for tomorrow WOW

i am so proud of this whole project and i really do love you all💓

-abel simp anon

This reaction post is EVERYTHING I swear. My highlight reel: Matthias’s swish of his scarf, you running a victory lap, and “if you show me Silvia I swear- god dammit”

Glad you’re enjoying yourself, hope next chapter doesn’t disappoint teehee 🤭