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on my way to scream ceaselessly into the void does anyone want anything

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Just a nice little Horror Romance couple! A little treat for me before jumping to the next big thing on my worklist!! As a treat!!!

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat, Chapter 5: Her Secrets

Summary: Wednesday knows you have secrets, and she plans to find them out.

Warnings: No angst yet, FLUFF!!!, Cringe Jokes, Wednesday Addams Apologizing!!!WTF

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Chapter 1

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“One black coffee, bitter enough to make even Death cringe.” Wednesday rolled her eyes as she took the cup, muttering under her breath, “You’re insufferable.” You sat in front of her, an annoying smirk already curling on your lips. She knew you were going to ask something, and she silently wished you’d just drop it. But, of course, you didn’t. “So, about the incident the other day… beating up those boys for insulting Enid?” Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, irritation prickling at the surface. She didn’t want to talk about that, but you—being your annoyingly clever self—knew exactly how to prod her into doing it. “Come on, you’ve got to share something for your recent challenge in therapy, right? This could be it.” “Those boys? A challenge?” Wednesday scoffed, looking at you with pure disdain. “The only person who’s ever given me a challenge is Bianca.” Your grin widened, and Wednesday felt the trap snap shut around her. You’d baited her, and she’d walked right into it. You wanted her to bring Bianca into the conversation, and now you were going to run with it. “Oh, so that’s why you lashed out at Bianca today?” “I didn’t lash out. I made a comeback.” “And why was the comeback necessary?” Of course, Wednesday wasn’t going to admit that Bianca had belittled you, and that’s what set her off. “It doesn’t matter.” “But it does, Wednesday. You say Bianca challenges you, so if you keep taking her out of the game like you did today, won’t it get boring?” Wednesday hated how right you were. It was boring, sitting through the rest of fencing class with no one else brave enough to challenge her. Even Bianca, usually sharp and ready, had retreated into self-pity. “She’ll move on eventually.” You leaned forward, your voice carrying that teasing tone that both irritated and intrigued her. “Wednesday, I may not have been a queen bee, but I’ve read alooooot of fanfiction.” She sighed, thoroughly unamused by your antics. "And queen bees like her? They care a lot about their self-respect. The way people look at them. Even I thought she was all cool and untouchable, but after today? Now I see her as weak. Pathetic, even.” Wednesday’s voice was sharp as she cut you off. “You will think no such thing of her. Only I get to think that way.”

And there it was—your smirk again, the one that told her she’d fallen into your trap once more. You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your eyes. “So, you do care about Bianca.” “I do not. I only care about her being my fencing partner.” “Sooo… how are you going to fix this?” “Fix what?” “Her self-esteem, Wends.” “Do not call me Wends.” “Okay, Angry Bird.” “What?” “You know, Angry Bird? You’re like Red, the angriest one.” “Stop this nonsense.” “Fiiine,” you drawled, leaning back in your seat. “But still, the question stands. Without Bianca, your life would be boring.”

Wednesday glared at you, hating that she couldn’t deny the truth of your words. But she wasn’t going to admit that out loud. Instead, she muttered, “Fine. You go talk to her. Tell her I am profoundly remorseful for my actions, and that I’m bawling my eyes out into Enid’s hideous pillows.” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Without a word, you took her hand, and there it was again—the strange feeling that Wednesday couldn’t quite understand. Why wasn’t she yanking her hand away? Why was she… following you? The warmth of your palm against the cold of hers unnerved her, and yet, she didn’t pull back. As you led her outside, her cup of coffee swayed dangerously in her other hand, a few drops spilling over the edge, but she couldn’t seem to care.

When Bianca answered the door, the last person she expected to see was Wednesday Addams. She blinked in surprise, raising an eyebrow as Wednesday stood stiffly at the doorframe. “I have come to say that my actions today at the quad weren’t entirely justified.” Wednesday’s eyes darted to the side, where you were hiding at the end of the hallway, giving her a thumbs-up and smiling like an idiot. Ugh. “I shouldn’t have outed your secret like that,” Wednesday continued, her tone flat and almost mechanical. Bianca crossed her arms. “How did you even know about it?” “I have contingency plans for my friends in case they ever choose to join my enemies.” Bianca’s eyes narrowed. “Did you just call me your friend?” "No" Wednesday flatly said glancing once more in your direction, she could see you facepalming, silently urging her to keep going. How can she do this? Hmmm.. bringing up a shared moment of peace from the past might work.

“I… you were right about one thing. I don’t know how people really feel. Whether they like me for who I am or because of my reputation.” She glanced at you again, noticing you clapping silently, thoroughly entertained by this train wreck of an apology. “What I’m trying to say,” Wednesday went on, “ I do not care about what they think of me. But you do. So I was out of line. If you want a comeback, you can tell everyone about the time I cried when my pet scorpion Nero died.” Bianca actually laughed at that. “No offence to your pet, but you’re terrible at apologizing, Wednesday.” She glanced at the hallway, clearly aware of your presence. “Let me guess, she’s the one who put you up to this?”

Wednesday didn’t even bother denying it.

Bianca smirked. “Maybe she’s good for you after all. See you at fencing tomorrow.” And with that, she closed the door. You were practically bouncing when Wednesday joined you at the end of the hallway. “So, how’d it go?” Wednesday glared at you. “I hated every moment of it. But at least I’ll have someone worth sparring with tomorrow.” “Yay!” you cheered, completely ignoring her disdain as you skipped beside her down the hallway. “See? Not so bad, was it?” Wednesday didn’t answer, her mind lingering on the feeling of your hand in hers earlier. The thought unsettled her more than she cared to admit. As you reached your dorm, you flashed her a playful smile. “See you tomorrow, Wendy.” Before she could threaten to skin you alive for that nickname, you jumped ahead, nearly skipping as you disappeared into your room, locking the door. Wednesday stood there for a moment, the corner of her lips twitching as a sense of dread crept into her thoughts. This torture, whatever it was, was heading towards something bigger. She just hoped it was something terrible.

Wednesday didn’t even notice when you joined her the next day, slipping silently into place right beside her, as if you’d always been there. She clenched her jaw. How was it that you, of all people, could move so quietly? “Morning, Angry Bird!” you chirped, your voice much too cheerful for her taste this early in the day. Wednesday clenched her jaw. “If you call me that one more time, I will bury you alive in Enid’s closet.” You grinned, completely unfazed by her threat. “Aw, come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy last night just a little bit.” She didn’t respond, instead speeding up her pace in hopes you’d take the hint. You didn’t. Of course, you didn’t. It was just that… well, she didn’t exactly push you away, either. And that, in itself, was bothersome. At breakfast, you were sitting with her in the quad. Wednesday’s eyes skimmed over her book as you jabbered away with Enid, your voices creating a murmur of distraction she couldn't tune out. “You guys had therapy yesterday, right? How’s that going? Still surviving?” Enid asked, "Survive? Oh, it’s not that bad. Just getting used to the constant death stares and the general feeling that you’re always two seconds away from being strangled." “Sounds like a dream,” Yoko joined in with a laugh. Eugene arrived just then too, plopping down beside you with a tray loaded with sugary treats. “Morning, guys!” he greeted, adjusting his glasses. “Did I miss anything good?" “Nope, just Y/N being Y/N,” Enid replied, patting Eugene on the back. “We were talking about how her therapy sessions are going with Wednesday.” “Yeah, but why am I not surprised Wednesday hasn’t killed you yet?” Eugene mused. Before you could respond, Bianca sauntered over, back in her usual confidence. “You guys should’ve seen last night. Wednesday came to my dorm to apologise.” Enid gasped, eyes wide. “Wait, Wednesday apologized?” Wednesday still didn’t look up from her book, her voice deadpan. “It was a strategic move to maintain a worthwhile fencing partner.” You smirked. “Totally heartfelt, though.” Bianca rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Right. Anyway, it’s rare to see someone like her stumble through an apology.”

“Classic Wednesday,” Yoko chimed in. “Always making an apology feel like an assassination attempt.” Wednesday finally gave an exasperated sigh. “Can you all cease discussing my affairs? Some of us actually enjoy a quiet breakfast.” The group paid no attention to her request, their peaceful banter continued, and Wednesday had successfully drowned out most of it, until Bianca’s voice cut through the noise with an unexpected question.

“By the way, Y/n… where were you last year? You missed all the Crackstone drama.”

The question caught you off guard. Your easy-going demeanor faltered for a second, and you felt your gaze drop to your feet, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “Oh, uh, just… family stuff, you know. Had to go out of town. Nothing much.”

Wednesday’s book lowered ever so slightly, her sharp eyes now focused on you. You could feel her watching, studying you in that way she did when she knew something wasn’t right.

Bianca raised an eyebrow. “Really? Must’ve been pretty important to miss all of that.” You nodded quickly, forcing a casual smile. “Yeah, just… a lot of boring family stuff.”

But Wednesday didn’t move her gaze. She was quiet, unnaturally so, and you could feel the weight of her attention pressing down on you like a vice. She could see it. The lie. The way your eyes flickered nervously, the way your voice wavered just a touch. She knew something wasn’t right.

Enid, sensing the tension, quickly changed the subject. “Well, you’re back now, so that’s all that matters, right? Plus, you’ve got all the fun stuff ahead of you. More therapy with Wednesday, and who knows, maybe another crazy mystery will pop up!”

Yoko laughed. “Let’s hope not. I think one Crackstone is enough for this lifetime.”

The others didn’t seem to notice how you were quieter than before for the rest of breakfast. But Wednesday’s mind stayed fixated on your lie, on the sudden mystery that you had just unintentionally dangled in front of her. Why had you lied? What were you hiding?

She hadn't considered you someone worth investigating—until now.

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[peachyfren]

IM SO SICK

You tremble at the sound….

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The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader Fanfic: CHAPTER 9

Hellooo! Damn, it's been almost 8 months now since I haven't updated this book, and I almost forgot where I left off, which required me to re-read this book and the plot outline I made. Sorry for those who waited, but what's important now is that IT'S BACK, and I'm finally going to finish this to lessen the worklist I have on my drafts. We are now down to 3 chapters left, and so far, I'm also applying some little changes to the ending because I just thought of something better than the originally planned one.

Actually, there's nothing much going on here in the entirety of this chapter, but it serves as a short "calm before the storm" moment that will finally set us up for the climax down to the conclusion of the story.

Since Jeongyeon doesn't have a schedule for today—which includes you as her personal manager—you've both agreed to go somewhere more fun with your spare time rather than just spending it in the dorm.

She offered to drive you home in Jeongyeon's own vehicle, taking the wheel as soon as you were done loading. You were taken aback at first, but because it was her initiating the task, you didn't mind objecting and allowing her to proceed so as not to ruin her fun.

You sat at the passenger's seat next to Jeongyeon and laughed together before she started the engine and operated the vehicle, stepping on the accelerator to get you both to your first destination.

"Do you want me to play some music while you drive?" You asked her, aware at the fact that although you can find yourselves some topic to talk about throughout the ride, it might die down and make the atmosphere a bit boring and quiet.

"Sure." She quickly replied to you, agreeing to listen too. "Hey, wanna do some carpool karaoke?"

"Was that like doing a karaoke while in a car?"

"Nice catch, genius…?" Jeongyeon looked at you in a deadpan manner which caused you to be slightly embarrassed. "Ofcourse silly, you just reversed the name. And yeah, it's simply singing along while we're on a ride."

"Hmm sure, I'll take the male vocals."

"Nope, I want you to sing with me even if it's female." Jeongyeon shook her head.

"I can't sing that well, my voice isn't low pitch." You declined. "And… it's making me shy."

"What? Why? It's just the two of us come on." Jeongyeon whined as she bounced at her seat to express her disappointment. "I wanna see you sing along to some female led-songs."

"I don't sing one, I'm mostly into male-leds."

"You sure?" She side-eyed you. "Hmm then what about when I saw you having that Sabrina Carpenter song on your Spot-"

"Okay okay stop!" You became flushed as you didn't expect Jeongyeon would use this as a retort card to capture you on the corner. "Ugh, fine. But I was just curious about it because I've been hearing it a lot on my Insta feed so… I tried to give it a listen."

"It was a vibe actually." She agreed.

"Yeah it sounds so good. Don't know her that much but that's probably one of my songs I could use to cheer myself up."

"Should we listen to it?"

"Okay…" You were about to search for it on your playlist until you paused. "Wait, we're gonna sing too right?"

"Mmhmm.."

"But her voice was smooth there, I might ruin the song with my monstrous voice."

"Hey, who told you that?!" Jeongyeon knitted her brows in disapproval at the self-deprecating term you chose. "I always thought you'd be a great voice actor or something, and you probably had such a great deep voice. It doesn't even matter if you can't match the notes; all I want is for us to have fun. Just go with the vibe of the song, that's all."

Also, don't you want your partner to be happy?" She was teasing you, pouting her lips and making fun at you with her sulky attitude. You've noticed her habit, and it was too irresistable to ignore without being continuously obstinate.

"Okay, fine, I'm going to play it. Damn it, Jeong, you really know how my weak spot is." You clicked your tongue as you pinched her cheeks, which made her giggle like a little girl. As you played the music, both you and her sang along together. She did laugh at you, but not because of how horrible you sound as what you think of yourself. You were pretty average, and she was just reacting this way because she was obviously impressed by you.

After going through your third song, you noticed in the GPS tracker that you're shortly meters away from reaching the place where you are heading both. You've decided to share something that popped into your mind.

"This is honestly my second time of going here." You recalled. "I remember when me and my family used to come here way before I was young."

"How old were you back then?"

"Hmm… 17 I guess?" You said. "It was a celebration for my brother being an honor awardee in his school. I kinda missed going here, well I wanted to bit you know, time passes and we grow old enough and some interests don't stay with us forever. My brother is already at the right age and he doesn't feel to visit these sort of place anymore like he used to be. Well even if he does, we still wouldn't be able to do so anyway."

"Why so?"

"Broken family." You bitterly smiled. "It won't feel the same as before anymore."

Jeongyeon looked at you concerned and gripped your hand. "Sorry to hear that. Hey, let's stop talking about it if it'll make you comfortable. We're now here, let's not kill the mood alright?"

"Yeah, sorry Jeong. It's my fault."

"No, don't mind it. You just want to recollect some memories you had, and you know I'm willing to listen to your stories anytime you want. I'll be here if you need something to release within yourself okay?" She lightly punched you in the chest then ruffled your hair.

"Okay." You smiled nicely at her. She gave you a quick kiss on the lips after that, increasing your energy back at its full capacity for today.

"Let me park this big boy right here first." She said as she paid for the parking fee at the guard before proceeding to enter the vacant lot.

You and Jeongyeon got out of your car and took your stuff after finding a spot to park for a while. You take her hand obediently as she shows the tickets to gain entry into Lotte Park, your first of three destinations to have some alone time together. You strolled across the park's entrance afterwards.

She put on her mask to reduce the attention she might get from individuals who might recognize her as a member of TWICE and a K-Pop idol. Even if it means that she will have to give up her freedom to display her bare face in public, she doesn't want anyone to disrupt this moment with you. She doesn't care because, at this point, all that matters to her is to be with you today.

"Where should we head on first?" Jeongyeon said as she viewed the entire interior of the amusement park, the different rides, attractions, arcades and many more all visible in your eyes to choose.

"Hmm… I want to… I want to eat first."

"Yah, seriously?" She chuckled at you. "We just ate before going out of the dorm and now you're hungry again?"

"I love eating, you can't blame me."

"You're also unfair and unbelievable, you know? You eat this much and yet you don't get fat." Jeongyeon elbowed you on the stomach. "Alright, you male counterpart of Momo, what fast-food chain you want?"

"Some hotdog station will do."

"I'm easy to talk with, so let's go." She grabbed your wrist and pulled it with her like you're a child being dragged along by your mother.

Reaching the 2nd floor where the food section is at, both of you stepped in front of the hotdog station where you wanted to eat. She lets you choose the order first since you're the one who requested this, and you kindly obliged to it.

Minutes later, you have received your foods altogether and ate it while watching the visitors around the place, having fun in their own ways. Even at sightseeing was fun to do so with your carefree and adventurous girlfriend, there won't be an instance where she wouldn’t try to find something hilarious for both of you to share laughters with.

For instance, she was telling you how much the other members enjoyed hotdogs when she just broke out into laughter. She mentioned that she had just witnessed a dad stumble in front of the playhouse while chasing his child when you asked her why. Even though you may not have witnessed it directly, Jeongyeon's laughter is contagious enough to make you get along with her easily.

After emptying your hotdogs, Jeongyeon brought yourselves back onto the main business of going here in the park. You immediately said your first preference to try.

The couple has attempted almost the entire selection of rides, attractions, and arcades all around the main lobby of the park, leading to yourself being highly exhausted from the adrenaline, enthusiasm, and laughter you have both spent playing like crazy.

You two rest on a bench first to conserve your energy for the next destination. You volunteered to wipe Jeongyeon's sweat across her back and arms and also bought some cotton candy for you and her. Another brief conversation has passed through, and after making yourselves satisfied, you exit and ride the car again with her to head to the following location.

You took the wheel this time as you let Jeongyeon sleep for a while after she shared that she's feeling sleepy. It was a silent ride, so you reopened your playlist and played it at a minimal volume to avoid disrupting your girlfriend's peaceful sleep.

It took like 45 minutes to get to the Seoul Museum of History, which was your suggestion to visit with her since you have to learn the history of everything, from its origin to how it evolved and what it left for the next generations to either adapt or innovate with respect to the progress of time in our world.

You woke up, Jeongyeon, after successfully reaching the designatedplace. She nodded in response, and she did some adjustment of her look to prevent looking haggard outside from her sleep. Bringing your camera with you, she walked with you again with arms clasped on each other, accompanying you towards the entrance of the museum.

You happen to roam around and snap pictures of the items, people, and events that transpired or existed in South Korea with Jeongyeon as a keepsake of your time spent with her, and these areas are organized into categories via each floor. Additionally, Jeongyeon was amazed and intrigued by several fascinating informations you learnt about Seoul and South Korea as a whole.

Once you've finished looking over all of the artifacts, antiques, statues, and other items on exhibit inside, you tell Jeongyeon that your time is up and you may go on to your final destination and finish the day with her.

Driving under the sky of Korea, about to greet the nightfall with the gradual emergence of the bright moon and the soft transition of the clarity of the clouds to the darkness of the aerial perspective, you and Jeongyeon calmly watched the surroundings you two were passing while on the way there.

Sighting the familiar spot from the distance, it brought relief for the both of you that you have made through all of these safely and successfully, bringing much joy to each other. Parking the car again for the third time, you joined Jeongyeon to stroll with you around Seokcheon Lake Park, your final place to spend the remaining time available tonight with her.

Apart from the rows of cherry blossoms that surrounding them, both of them were thrilled to capture the stunning scenery that would be perfect for a lovely pair like you and Jeongyeon.

You have spotted a tteobokki cart and without hesitation, you bought each for yourselves and claimed an available bench in front of the lake as you take a break along with her.

"Oh… mhmm… wow. Tteobokki will always remain one of the greatest foods I've ever tasted." You complimented after chewing the rice cake and sipping its sweet and spicy sauce.

"I'm with you on that." She also took a bit again and hummed at how satisfying delicious it is. "We did shaped this day better as what we expected, right?"

"And we deserve this too, after such hectic schedule that we had from you. I just hope the girls are doing well too on their own." You replied.

"I'm most certain they are. They aren't choosy or like timid to try something to entertain themselves through their day off. They're basically easy to explore things as long as they develop interest to it." She said.

You finished your food and threw it at the nearby trash bin before returning beside your girlfriend and cuddle with her. While watching the reflection of the nightsky through the crystal clear water of the lake, you inserted a topic that suddenly crossed your mind.

"Jeongyeon, do you think we'll last long?"

She looks at you before returning her gaze back at the scenery in front of you two. You felt her shoulders shrug, but the way her arms clenched yours tighter is enough to confirm her answer.

"I don't know, but I really hope we do. We just have to commit ourselves to do anything that won't break our trust for each other."

"Yeah, and for me… I don't even think it's possible for neither one of us to fell out of love someday. Especially me, I really do love you a lot, Jeongyeon. So much that I think even after everything that may happen to us for better or for worse, my heart would always bring me back to you."

"Can tell the same as mine." Jeongyeon smiled and made her head more comfortable laying atop on your shoulder. "We'll either just leave the fate on us… or we create a fate of our own where no matter what happens, from the start until the end, it will still remain to be you and I forever."

"I really can't wait for our wedding in the future." You chuckled as you caress her hand, especially the finger that you would love to insert your engagement and wedding ring for her. "But about that… I still have something to accomplish first before we get through there."

Jeongyeon may have caught what you meant by that. "Are you sure about that, YN?"

"They definitely knew about our relationship now anyway, it's all around the news and internet. I say we must not take them too long waiting for us to confirm it ourselves."

"So you're ready now."

"Almost… but I can handle it. I-I'm a bit nervous still at what your parents are going to react."

"They have no problem with it when they confronted me about it. They're nice, YN. I'm sure you'll easily win their approval, I mean… you fit the qualities of what they like the most for a guy that will take their daughter to marry." Jeongyeon giggled and and blushed at that fact.

"So you mean they're not also against on you loving a non-celebrity guy like me?"

"Tsk, as if they give a damn about it." She rolled her eyes and stared at you a bit intensely. "Them and even I don't need somebody who is also popular to be told as my perfect match. I take love seriously, and what I need in return is somebody who can give me that pure and sincere. I'm not someone who prefers bragging a relationship because of our social status, I just want a man who is willing to love me for who I am inside and outside, and I found it from you, YN. Because of that, you have stolen my heart and gave me the feels."

She tried to be serious after admitting it all to you until she slowly cracks a laughter after she saw your expression noticing something suspcious.

"Wait a minute…" You also began to cackle with her. "Did you really just included a reference to The Feels?"

"Yah! I thought I was too slick for that." She conceded defeat. "But I said what I said, and you know I mean what I mean, YN."

You pulled her head against you and kissed her directly on the lips, which took some time for yourselves to separate as you encouraged her to move your mouths deeper to make your intimacy more passionate, just as you wanted it.

You leaned away for a second and stared deeply at Jeongyeon's sparkling eyes while brushing her pink tinted cheeks. "I know, Jeongyeon, and I'll always have it on my mind while I feel your love for me."

"Great, then get back here and let me give you more." She pulled your collar through her, forcefully inviting you back into another heated kiss of affection.

As they arrived on the dorm, you both tried to continue making out with each other when suddenly it got interrupted again when you felt a stinging pain again in your head returned from yesterday.

"YN what's happening to you?" Your girlfriend checks up on you as she observes you loose the hem of her shirt from your grip while you groan and crunch your face.

"It's hurting again…"

"What? Where is it?"

"My head." You said as you hold your skull to endure the kicking pain that causes you severe discomfort.

It made Jeongyeon alerted at your condition. She went through the first aid kit and looked for some painkiller pills and filled a glass of water before going back to you and instructed you to take it.

You followed her advice and she let you lay your head beside her neck as she cuddled you. She slowly laid you down on the bed with her and gently stroked your hair.

"Calm down, YN. It will be gone shortly. I think you're tired of everything we did today, so rest up for now okay?"

"Okay."

"There you go. Goodnight and love you." She kissed you on the forehead before she continues taking care of you.

"Love you too, Jeong. Goodnight."

Both of you went calm that it disappeared and the medicine worked atleast… although only for a while.

Two days later while you are currently helping the stylists who are applying make ups to Jeongyeon and cleaning all the managers' leftover food containers, another episode of pain attacked your head again. It became confusing and quite frightening to you that the more you're suffering from this, the more painful it gets compared to last time .

What's surprising was that it didn't also occur at night which was way earlier today, pointing that it also happens now at a random period of time.

“Unnie, he’s been like this since few days ago. I don’t know what to do.”

"Jeongyeon, join YN. I'll call emergency and JYP for a while." Sadness said as she hurriedly reported your condition to both of these important people that can hold responsibility for your currently worrying state.

She returned to the dressing room, passing through staffs and the other TWICE members who are heavily scared and worried for both of their friends. "The ambulance are on their way now. JYP also agreed and mentioned that he will pay some visit for YN afterwards."

"Thank you unnie." Jeongyeon nodded before she returned her gaze at you who is still clenching your body like a ball while gripping your head furiously in pain.

"Hold on for a while, YN. Okay? Help is coming. Please, I hope nothing bad must happen to you," she said as she started to get teary-eyed seeing the love of her life suffering in her arms.

The medical team arrived at the place a few minutes later and immediately rescued the poor YN, putting him on a stretcher while Jeongyeon insisted on joining her boyfriend's side on the way to the hospital.

She guarded you intently, watching you barely opening your eyes and weakly breathing, while the thoughts and feelings disturbing her were filled with fear and anxiety regarding your health.

[circeyoru]

Notice of Silence + Request Open

This is probably not the post you're looking forward to, but I gotta do one.

*From now until the end of April / beginning of May, I will not be posting any stories. Because I'll be busy with IRL stuff.

I have made it so that the posted stories would pause at a suitable time till I start posting the next part again so the suspense wouldn't be too big.

That being said, I'll still be active in asks and comments, and DMs to the ones that would converse with me. Just not writing and posting.

So I hope you guys can wait till I'm over my busy period before I get back to writing my stories~

HOWEVER!!!

Requests are open again

I've made it so that requests are open again. You could send me a request, and I'll mark it down in my worklist for when I'm free or resting from IRL stuff.

Check my MASTERLIST for my rules and boundaries. A warning post is also linked to what happened last time, so there's no excuse for not knowing or reading it.

Asks and scenarios about my active series are still open and might be answered from time to time cause I get bored. Haha~

Anyways~ that's all from me! Thanks for reading this.

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Hello! Wellcome!

My name is Rose but you can call me star, and I will not reveal my age, but I am old enough to use this app and be suitable in what I write or reblog!

I post yandere batfam/DC context, platonic and romantic. You can ask or request anything but NO any forms of rape, smut or especially incest!!!

What I can write are – yandere, fluff, angst, poly, trans, girl reader male reader, gender neutral, ect...

Please be patient with me, as English is not my first language and I may take a long time to complete posts

Characters I write for:

justice League (solo, partnered, all)

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Young Justice/Teen Titans (solo, partnered, all)

-kid flash, miss Martian, Artemis, Aqualad, robin, Nightwing, Starfire, speedy, Raven, zatana, Superboy, impulse.

Batfamily (solo, partnered, all)

Worklist here

-Tim, Jason, Cassandra, Barbara, Damian, dick, Stephanie, bruce.

Disclaimer: Some characters are still not added because of my lack of knowledge about them! Will be added in the future

I do not own any Characters mentioned!

©- all rights reserved

[deepseaspriteblog]

I'm gonna work on my adopts for a bit but I'll try to finish some more bases before the week ends also! my current base worklist:

walking canes

ponytails

rollerblade/skates

animal ears/tails

compiling some goth accessories (not requested but I thought I'd release some of my common goth accessories and big goth shoes)

[25origami]

Tired of Just Dance Unlimited

Okay okay, before I immediately get attacked, I'll say it a little more clearly: I'm not tired of Just Dance Unlimited as a service? I'm more just tired of the tracking on Unlimited. Don't get me wrong, for a service that's been around for YEARS (since 2016, I believe, was its debut?), Unlimited has had a lot of success with its Exclusive routines and amazing Seasons. However, it's really got to bugging me that there's been routines that have been on the service for YEARS with bad tracking.

Just to name a few: That's The Way (I Like It), Istanbul, or even some Unlimited Exclusives such as Am I Wrong, Shut Up And Dance, and How Deep Is Your Love.

I really just don't get why people are sad to see Unlimited go, when we KNOW that these songs will be returning to Just Dance Plus in the future, very likely with much better tracking as well! Not to mention that songs that did NOT get their tracking from Unlimited fixed when they were initially brought to Plus have been stated to be on the JD team's worklist to fix in the near future as well, which is QUITE nice as well.

Plus IS ultimately the future of Just Dance as a subscription service. I see great things ahead for it...

[moonlightandmarble]

Once again asking parents to name their kids with the notion in mind that these tiny humans will one day become adults. For every 5 Ethans I get in my insurance worklist I always end up with at least one random Bethyneigh AcydByth SquidBucket and I want to shake people like a nanny possessed

[lizasplanner]

Happy Friday! Working and checking off as I go… . . . #workplanner #milrosenotes #plannerinserts #worklist #planner #plannercommunity #planneraddicts #plannernerd https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjao91COcjA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[babayagakeanu]

Hii!! I was wondering if you still wrote for Johnny Depp??

hi lovely! I’m sorry but i do not write for johnny depp anymore! I write for Keanu & keanu characters and i’m currently working on an adam driver worklist & others! Thank you for the ask 🫶🏼

[vibratingskull]

Sugar Daddy Thurfian

ThurfianxF!reader (laugh at me all you want, I love my old men!❤️)

You come from a lesser familly, engaged by the Mitth to help the new Patriarch in exchange of a hope for a rematching in the 8th.

you spend a lot of time alone doing your work and someday you spend whole days with Thurfian to deal with irregularities and problems

You appreciate this man collected personality, his natural authorithy and somewhat ressuring presence, he feels in total control and nothing can go wrong once he puts himself to it.

Except for Thrawn

You became his agent, the person he sent to the unruly captain to let him know he's in trouble

So dealing with Thrawn's feat is added to your worklist and you had to ask Thurfian for help several times, until he decided to oversee the process right behind your back.

All this to say you spent way more time with him than first anticipated. You don't mind, he's a polite man that patiently teach you your work. He was a simple penpusher like you before after all.

He's incredible, whatever question you have he got the answer, even about old obscure laws of the Ascendancy! Sometimes you feel like he knows everything. You came to admire him and strive to be worthy of this work and his attention.

Your familly has no name for itself, you can count your members on the number of fingers of one hand, so being able to join a familly as tentacular as the 8th is a chance, no, an honor!

For little you who came from the contryside of a fare away planet, this man holds the power to drastically change your futur, without comparison.

You sweat bullets when he reviews your work, you don't want to appear unprofessional and inneficient.

"You are starting to get it." He congratulates you one day. You flush terribly as you thank him, gathering all your paper clumsily.

Maybe you're good to something after all.

Maybe he starts to notice you?

You work even more since that day, following him and Thivik like their shadows, aiming to be more and more efficient, becoming indispensable, thinking ahead all their problems.

It's exhausting and not well paid but your aiming for so much more!

You got a strange visit one day. You were working at the Patriarch office when someone knocked on the door, being alone you had no choice but to go see yourself

You open the door to a stunning, yet flashy lady rocking an impressive cleavage. You press your lips, if only you had her confidence...

"Is Thivik here?" She asks.

"No, he's out with the Patriarch. Can I help you?"

"You surely can, sugar!" She smacks her lips with a sounding pop after putting on a deep red lipstick "Can you give this to our dear Patriarch?" she purrs. She pushes a little wrapped box in your hands.

"Huh... from who? There is no name." You ask a little lost

"Oh, silly me." She take out a bottle of a pricey perfume you've only see shine behind glasses of grand stores and put some on the box "Now he will recognize me! Thank you, sugar!" She heads out rolling her hips.

You close the door and consider the box. For some reasons you feel jealous, you want to destroy that box!

But you don't, that would for sure make you take the door with a kick up your butt.

When Patriarch Thurfian comes back he founds the box immediately, awaiting for him on his desk. He picks it up and deeply inhale it's scent, he exhale with a smile and sparkling eyes.

You observe him from the corner of your eyes, your lips pressed in a fine line. Some really have the easy life, flutter your eyelashes and roll your hips and you got the world at your feet!

You rageously type on your keyboard as he opens the box with a thin smile. And now he stopped working, great! Some people really are just distractions, eh? You greet your teeth, destroying the keys as jealousy devour you whole. When you think some people work their butt off at an honest job and some just have cherry lips to win everything! Blast! Life can be so unfair!

Time passes and you start to calm down, starting by realizing you were unfair to that woman and you should not weep on your situation, you really could do so much worse.

But you can't help a pike of jealousy. Slowly, the idea make it's way that maybe, just maybe you could try to play a bit on the same field as her. You flush at the idea. What could go wrong?

And you would try to seduce who? The Mitth patriarch? He's pretty much untouchable! But again that woman succeeded... You look at him in more details. He's way older than you, but regal and haughty, confident, assured, and you have to admit it : still handsome. You can always try...

The next day you braid your black-blue hair in a high ponytail, put on some the most expensive perfume you have, the most short dress you got and the highest heels. To be honest the result is still incredibly flowy and cute rather than dark and sexy, but you don't see it that way and it remains still a huge step for you.

You enter the office with a seductive smirk, or a tentative of one, and you roll your hips to the little desk you have in Thurfian's office. "Good morning, Patriarch." You purr (way to much)

"Good morning." He respounds with a rising eyebrow. What's your problem? He looks at you walking to your desk, doubtful, then go back to his screen.

"Do we have a lot of work, Patriarch?" You coo.

"Yes, quite! And you are late!" he doesn't even leave his screen with his eyes.

"Oh! I am sorry, Patriarch." You put the emphasis on his title "I am being a real bad girl." You roll your hips to his desk and sit down on it. He doesn't deprive himself from ogling suspiciously before looking into your eyes, he rest his head lazily on his knuckles waiting for your next move with a completely indecipherable expression.

Crap! In your plan he would have flirted back or kicked you out by now. Not remained silent! You sigh seductively, or try to, letting one of your braces slips across your shoulder. He slowly follows it with his gaze before looking back in your red eyes, his brow raised again. You're so unconfident and uneased, it's terrible, but you feel you're in too deep now. So you double down, fidgeting your feet. "What are we going to do about it?"

"Alright, enough." He scoffs.

You're taken aback, you feel tears of humiliation gathering behind your eyes. But he grips your arm. "You have charms, undoubtly, but you do not know how to use them." he pulls you down his laps, you yelp in surprise. "First off, free your hair and let them flow." He tears off your scrunchie, liberating your hair. "Second, cross your legs, it accentuate them and draw the eyes. You have a good skin, show it off." He pulls on your dress to shorten it even more "Third, a good and wise choosen cleavage always brings out the breast, no matter the cup." He put his finger in your cleavage and lowers it down a few inches. "That is better. Avoid cheap perfume, they make everyone dizzy, learn to walk on stilettos, choose a good purse, dress more womanly rather than this model pupil style and it would be a good start."

"I... Yes sir." You're absolutely mortified. You're stiff on his laps, huddled you don't dare looking at him, it would break you definitly. You dig your nails in the hem of your dress, greeting your teeth. Well this couldn't be more humiliating...

He caresses your temple and brush a strand of hair out of your face. "Then you' will make for a tasty treat." His fingers slide under your chin and tilt your head towards him. "That is what you were aiming for, right?" He guides your face closer, gaze on your lips. By instinct you close your eyes and open your mouth slightly.

That's the moment Thivik choosed to enter the office. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Absolutely not." Thurfian says, signifying you to go back to your desk and get a move on! You robotically walk to your chair, completely shaken, grazing your lips with the tip of your fingers.

"You are really well dressed, miss. You got a date tonight?" Thivik ask you mischievious. You shake your head, completely purple and with hot cheek. The day pass with you buried in your work, trying to forget everything that just happened.

"There is a party planned in the Mitth manor, in less than three hours." Thurfian remembers you suddenly, eyeing you up and down "You are coming in those clothes?"

"I... I was invited?" you ask dubfounded.

"Yes, it is a party for all the workers of the Mitth familly."

"Oh... Well in this case I will come with great pleasure." You giggle embarassed "Will this outfit make the cut?"

he looks at you dead in the eyes. "You cannot be serious?"

"It's... It's not good?"

"Absolutely not!" He closes his computer and raises in one movement. "Follow me." He simply orders. You obey immediately.

He guides you to his car, followed by his bodyguards and orders the driver to fly to the Grand galeries. You huddle yourself, seated in between two massive bodyguard you feel so small.

"I can not have you appearing in those clothes, it is about the Mitth prestige and honor, even if you are not a member of the family you work for us and must meet some standards." He berates you.

"Yes sir..." You say with a feeble voice. "But I don't have the paycheck to buy anything where we are heading." You inform.

"It will not be a problem, I will pay for it." He hits you with. You gasp, incredulous. The Patriach is taking you for a shopping session free of charge in the greateast boutiques of Csilla!

When you arrive your breath is taken away. It is so big and brightfull! Thurfian immediately heads towards a Haute Couture shop and you follow the best you can. You are immediately greeted by an armada of employees bowing to you as salutation. "Greeting Patriarch." The head of the store salutes him "Do you need anything in particular?", "I am here for an emergency." Thurfian designates you. "Of course, Patriarch. Right away." And your being pulled inside a large fitting room and being proposed a large choice of dresses. Or rather the dresses are proposed to Thurfian that select a few and send them to you. You're being undressed by employees and dressed up by them, in the movement you don't manage to tell them to let you do it yourself. You're then being placed before an immense mirror that permits you to observe yourself in the most minutes details. Thurfian is behind you with a flute of champagne, casually seating on a white sofe. "Mmmmmh. No. Not this one." Nobody ask you your opinion, you're being pushed back to the dressing room and pass on anoter expensive dress. the crisle repaet several times until he fancies one. "This one is perfect. I take it." The dress is long, black, shiny, deep cleavage and a slit on the side up 'til your hip. Too revealing for you. "Wait, Patriarch!" You stop him. "Thank you, this is really nice of you, but this is not really my style, and-", "It will be for tonight." He decides for you and sent you back to the room with a dismissive hand gesture. You're then being pulled into a jeweler's where Thurfian find you a whole set of diamonds jewels. You don't dare ask for the price, it is better for your sanity if you don't know. He lets you choose and expensive perfume and then take you to have your make up, nails and hair done, in the two hours limit, the employees did a fantastic job but you feel dizzy now.

"Let's go!" Thurfian signifies to the driver and he speeds up to the manor. You feel overdressed and shy, the revealing dress doesn't help. "Raise your head and make sure you do not fall with your new high heels when we enter the Grand room." He casually orders you. "Together?" you ask, "I did not spend all this money for you to do wathever you please, the least you could do is appear at my arm.", "I... Yes sir." You submit "Good." He smiles thinly.

You hold on to his arm as you enter the immense room with blinding lights. The party already started but your entrance is noticed! "Patriarch! You are fashionnably late." One of the Orators salute him "Who is it at your arm?" You gulp and present yourself. You all three exchange mundanities and he guides you to another big shot of the familly, and another one, and another... At the end of the soiree you met every bigwigs, you who thought you could have sneak away you instead spent the all night at Thurfian's arm.

Once alone on the balcony you bow to him lightly "Thank you Patriarch. It was a delicious soiree."

"My pleasure." He nods "But I do not think our soiree is finished"

You blink at him "Sir?"

"Oh come on, sweetheart. Do not think I already forget your feat this morning." he lets his glass on the guardrail and take a step closer, towering over you. "You were so adorable trying to seduce me like that, getting all worked up over nothing." He brushes a strand of hair out of your face "I know you hope for a rematch in the Mitth."

You raise your head at that mention, your heart flutters, what you've been working for so hard! "You can do something about it?" You ask full of hope. He grins, circles your waist and put you on the guardrai with ease, sliding between your legs. "I am the Patriarch. I can do what I want." He leans forward, murmurring at your ear "If you are nice with me tonight, I can guarantee you a rematch." He bites down your ear, you mewl incontrollably. "You promise?"

"I only have one word." he looks into your eyes.

You bite your lips, and nods "Alright..."

"Grandiose." He flashes you his canines in a smirk "I usually prefer savage and confident women, but I can take care of a fresh and shy young one..." he promises, taking your face in his hands to kiss you.

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay @aroayr-shuk

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat, Chapter 3: Her Eyes.

Summary: Your eyes look through Wednesday, why?

Warnings: Not much idk Wednesday being a Meanie?EmotionallyConfusedWendesday! Fluff.

Previous Chapter Worklist

As the ceremony ended and the guests filed out, Wednesday found herself beside you once again. You looked at her, your eyes still glistening, and she could see the satisfaction and relief etched on your face. "So," Wednesday said, "you planned all this?" You nodded, the smile never leaving your lips. "I couldn't let her miss her own wedding, could I?" "You’re ridiculous," she said, though her tone lacked its usual bite. "Well you’re still here, aren't you?" you pointed out, your tone teasing. Wednesday didn’t respond right away, just stared at you. She literally just met you a few hours ago, and it annoyed her, the way you seemed to have a pull on her she couldn’t explain. Finally, she spoke. "Because now it’s your turn to fulfill your end of the deal," she reminded you

"Oh, that’s right. What was it again? Do you need a skeleton for some ancient ritual? I know a guy—" "I need a partner for my court-ordered anger management sessions," Wednesday interrupted, her voice as sharp as ever, though something about her stance was different. A little more hesitant. You blinked, momentarily surprised, but then quickly shook your head, grinning. "Right! Anger therapy. I remember now. Enid was talking about this, she felt a little guilty." You casually mentioned Enid, and Wednesday’s mind immediately latched onto that detail. So, you knew Enid. Perhaps she could pry more information from her later—dig into your true intentions. "So, what’s your answer?" Wednesday pressed, half-expecting you to refuse now that your initial goal had been achieved. "Of course! I will go with you. So, when and where do I need to show up? Just tell me, and I’ll be there." For a moment, Wednesday just stared at you. How you looked at her, how the colours in your eyes just seemed to deepen the longer she looked at them. It was… unsettling. And even more unsettling was how she wasn’t immediately repelled by it. No.. this has to stop. "Tomorrow, 4 p.m. in front of Weathervane Cafe. Be there on time. I despise waiting." You grinned. "You got it. I’ll be right there at 3:59." Wednesday rolled her eyes, though there was the faintest hint of something...something close to amusement in her expression. She hated how easily you disarmed her with your lightheartedness, how your casual approach to everything seemed to slip past her usual defenses.

The honk of your dad's car pulled her out of her thoughts. "Come on Wednesday, I will drop you back to Nevermore." You went to the car and opened the door for her with an annoying grin, "After you, my lady." She rolled her eyes but slid into the seat without complaint. You settled back in the seat, you fished out a pair of worn, cheap headphones from your bag, putting them on with a content sigh, closing your eyes as you lost yourself in whatever music you were listening to. Wednesday studied you—your face calm, almost serene, opposite of the chaotic mood she had just witnessed. How can you be both? Wednesday couldn’t stop glancing at you from the corner of her eye. The warmth in her chest hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had intensified. She didn’t understand it. You were too sentimental, too cheerful yet as reckless as her. And there was something about your presence that didn’t aggravate her the way others did. She couldn’t explain it, and that annoyed her more than anything. As you pulled up to Nevermore, Wednesday opened the door and stepped out. She turned back, half-expecting you to follow, but you remained in the car, headphones still in place. Annoyance flickered in her chest. “Well? Are you coming or not?” she asked, trying to sound as uninterested as she could. You shook your head, smiling gently. “I have to go somewhere but I’ll see you tomorrow anyway.” Wednesday stared at you for a moment longer, feeling that strange pull again, something she didn’t quite understand but couldn’t ignore. Without another word, she nodded, closed the car door, and watched as you drove away, leaving her standing at the entrance of Nevermore.

Wednesday didn’t like how her chest suddenly felt… hollow. You were just some random person she met today. Why did it feel so wrong to see the car driving away?

As your dad’s car cruised down the road, you pulled out your diary from your bag. You reached into your pocket and took out the photo of Cupcake's Wedding. You stapled it carefully onto the page, smiling fondly at the image, you ticked the box next to the words “Unite two hearts.”

Next up, Save A Life.

Once inside her dorm room, she found Enid sitting cross-legged on her bed, chatting away with Ajax over video call. When does she even stop? Enid glanced up as Wednesday entered, putting Ajax on mute. “Hey! How was your day?” Wednesday ignored the question. “Enid, who exactly is Y/n?” Enid’s eyes lit up. “Y/n? Yeah, she is a friend. She left a few weeks before you came to Nevermore without saying anything. We all thought she transferred, but then she returned last week… wait. You’ve met her?” Wednesday nodded. “She’s my anger management partner.” Enid clapped "Great, you finally found someone! So, what's in it for her?" Wednesday groaned, her mind replaying the events of the day. The strange way everything had unfolded. “I may have… done a few favors.” Enid’s eyes widened, already imagining the worst. “Oh no. Wednesday, what did you do this time? You didn’t help her bury a body or something, right?” Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Nothing serious Enid. I Just broke into an asylum, knocked out a doctor, kidnapped an old woman, attended her wedding. You know, the usual.” Enid blinked. “What?”

Wednesday woke up with a scowl that could curdle milk, her mind still buzzing with fragments of the night before. She was already in a mood, but something about today made it worse. Maybe it was the awkward pull in her chest she felt every time she thought about...

As she sat in the quad for breakfast, her eyes betrayed her resolve, wandering across the courtyard. She didn’t mean to, but there you were—laughing and chatting with a group of students, your eyes, how can she even notice the shine of your eyes from here? Your smile—that damn smile. Her stomach churned. Ugh. Why did she feel this way every time she saw you smiling? It was infuriating.

You noticed her staring. Your smile widened, and you waved. Wednesday immediately tore her eyes away, pretending the entire exchange never happened, though she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Embarrassment? No, it was annoyance.

She sat stiffly as Enid chattered beside her about something she couldn’t care less about. Within a minute, Yoko and Divina joined them, Bianca arrived shortly after, as did Eugene. The table was filling up, and so was Wednesday’s patience.

“So, Wednesday,” Bianca said with her usual smirk, “you seemed a little off this morning. Trouble sleeping? Or was it just the usual brooding?” Wednesday didn't bother responding. She was trying to keep herself composed. Normally, Bianca’s little digs were easy enough to ignore, but today was different. She couldn’t explain why, but something about Bianca’s voice grated on her nerves more than usual, your laugh was still ringing in her ears. Seeing that her words didn’t land, Bianca pressed on, her voice taunting. “Or maybe you’re still upset about not finding a therapy buddy, you know, if you ask me nicely again, I might accept." Before Wednesday could snap back, Enid chimed in brightly. “Actually, Wednesday found someone already. You know, that Y/n girl.” Bianca’s her smirk deepened. “Really? Wednesday became so desperate that she had to ask Y/n?” That did it. Wednesday’s fingers tightened around her fork "At least she isn't feeble enough like some siren who uses her powers to make people feel perfect for money, oh wait, she can't even do that now so she needs her daughter's help." she hissed, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Why did you even reject your mother's offer? You think you will prove yourself to her? You’ll end up just like her anyway, desperate and pathetic.”

The entire quad went dead silent.. some gasped.. Bianca’s face froze, the shock hitting her like a slap. Bianca’s face twisted in fury, but she didn’t say a word. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the stone ground as she turned and walked away, Divina quickly followed, throwing a cold look Wednesday’s way.

Enid sighed “Wednesday! That was too much!” Eugene chipped in, “Yeah, uh, that was… a low blow. Really low.” Yoko leaned back, sipping her drink casually. “Yikes. Is it that time of the month, Addams?” Wednesday shot her a glare so venomous it could’ve killed. Yoko held up her hands in surrender “Okay, okay. Chill.” But Wednesday wasn’t in the mood for any more conversation. Without a word, she pushed back her chair and stood, the eyes of the quad following her as she walked away. She didn’t care. They could all go to hell for all she was concerned. She needed to get through this day before she strangled someone. “Wednesday!” Of course. Fine then. Maybe she would strangle you. "What?" Wednesday spat, spinning around to face you. You hesitated, sensing her anger. "Umm..." "Waste my—" she started, but you interrupted. "Yeah, yeah. Waste your time, murder me, turn me into a corpse, blah blah. Anyway, what happened back there?" "None of your business," Wednesday snapped. "Okay," you said, not pushing the subject. Wednesday couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or relieved that you didn’t press for details. But she couldn’t stop herself. "Why do you care?" "I mean, I am supposed to be your therapy session partner, right?" you replied. "I would have to tell the group leader if you aren’t making any progress." Wednesday’s eyes flared. "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING. YOU WILL NOT PROLONG MY STAY THERE." "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I know Bianca probably said something to piss you off, but was it really bad enough to air her sensitive secret like that in front of everyone?" Wednesday huffed. "She should’ve known better than to mess with me. I do not care about her, I do not care about anyone." But then something happened, you looking at her eyes... no.. into her eyes. "But you do care," you said calmly "You care about Enid. You care about Eugene. Hell, you even cared about me. You literally just met me yesterday and helped me so much. So stop lying to yourself." Wednesday stiffened, looking away from your eyes and started walking as you struggled to catch up. "First, It wasn’t because I was angered—I am never angered. It was a calculated move against Bianca. Secondly, if you're here to become another one of my therapists, you can leave" You groaned. "Ugh, fine. And for your information, I hate therapists too." "As if someone as full of annoying enthusiasm ever needed one." "Nope, I once beat an old man with a stick." you said casually. "Yeah, sure. TOTALLY believe that. And why are you still following me?" "Wednesday, you do not own the math class. Other students have that too. But hey, look on the bright side. You’re stuck with meeee," you teased, drawing out the last word. Wednesday groaned. This day was getting worse by the minute.

Next Chapter [Author's Note: Comment how you guys think about this chapter. I don't mind critics. I was too sleepy when I wrote this lol.]

[peachyfren]

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