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rainydayathogwarts · 4 months

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Precious, drunk boyfriend - Remus Lupin

Summary: In which Remus gets more drunk than he ever has and clings onto his girlfriend for dear life. Warnings: Public sex (but the room is empty), fingering, drunk sex (but consensual), established relationship wc: 1.4k

It was odd, to say the least. Remus Lupin was usually the more put together of the four boys; he smoked a cigarette by the open window with a beer in his hand, watching as the party roared around him. He would laugh at the sight of his best friends embarrassing themselves and always had open arms to welcome his girlfriend in, hugging you tightly as you drunkenly slurred words of affection at him. James now wondered if this was just payback for all the nights Remus had to look after them.

Remus hiccuped loudly, his head leaning back on the pillows. He tried straightening up with a wobble while James and Sirius exchanged a look of worry. "Where is she?" Remus slurred, looking around as he finally stood up. "She's gonna fucking kill us if she sees what we did to her precious boyfriend" Whisper-yelled Sirius as he and James rushed over behind Remus, who was confidently strutting over to where you and Marlene danced together. "Rem! Since when do you dance?" You giggled upon seeing your boyfriend, only to squeal when his hands snaked around your waist, harshly tugging you towards him.

You gasped, putting both your hands on his chest and looking up at him curiously. You were drunk enough to enjoy the special attention from your boyfriend, but not too much to miss the fact that this wasn't the ordinary Remus. "Remus?" He hummed distractedly, beginning to pull you towards the other side of the common room, where you instantly made eye contact with three very guilty looking teenage boys. "Peter, talk." You said, pointedly looking at the boy, knowing he could never lie to you. "Shh, don't look at Pete. You don't need him, just me." You couldn't help but laughing as your boyfriend pushed you down onto a couch. He sat down next to you, digging his head into the crook of your neck where he immediately started leaving kisses, whilst his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

Your eyes widened when Remus started to suck on the soft skin on your neck and you looked back at James, Sirius and Peter. "What did you guys do to him?" Peter looked down at his shoes, beginning to mumble under his breath, but it was Sirius who finally spoke. "Well, we all took a couple of shots together but that was it! The rest was all him!" You looked at them suspiciously, trying to push away Remus's head from the crook of your neck.

"Rem? Remus, sweetheart?" He pulled away from your neck, only to trail his kisses upwards, pressing some on your jawline and the side of your face. "You're so beautiful." A kiss on your jawline. "How can you be so beautiful and smart and kind at the same time?" Another kiss. "Fuck, when you come to me and sit on my laps after classes..." He took a long pause, and for a second you thought he was asleep "You make me feel so important. I love you. Only love you." You smiled down at him, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes.

He wasn't going to remember anything in the morning.

"Rem?" "Mhmm?" "Want to come for a smoke with me?" And he was immediately up on his feet, tripping over air so that James had to clutch him by the shoulders so he wouldn't fall. Nothing would separate that boy from his cigarettes. You nodded your head towards the back of the main common room, making your way to a more secluded room within the common room, heading straight to the window. Remus blindly followed your footsteps, sitting in front of you on the window nook. He watched intently as you opened the window from your side, and leaned forward towards your boyfriend. You opened his jacket, reaching for the inner pocket where he kept his cigarettes hidden.

"You're not warm? Don't want to take it off?" He nodded, shuffling so he could take off his jacket, leaving him in a plain black tank top. Your eyes raked over his exposed muscular arms and you chuckled lightly, looking down at the box in your hands. "What? Too handsome for you?" Remus muttered, leaning back on the wall behind him with a smug grin on his face. You shook your head, getting on your knees to move closer to him. You didn't get the chance to sit back down before Remus' hands were on your hips, lifting you up slightly so he could plant you on his laps.

You moved to straddle him, directly facing him, and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. One of his hands immediately migrated from your hip to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss so you were forced to open your mouth, allowing his tongue in. The hand on your hip moved to your front, beginning to unbutton the trousers you wore. You broke the kiss, panting "Remus, we can't!" "There's no one here though." "You're too drunk." He shook his head, both hands now working on your trousers, tugging them down your thighs as best he could with you straddling him.

"You're not taking advantage of me. Jus' wanna make you feel nice." His hand slipped down the front of your lacy underwear, immediately finding your clit, which he started rubbing circles on. You gasped, hips immediately bucking away from his cold touch. "Light?" Murmured Remus, looking up at you, then down at the pack of cigarettes in your hand. You nodded, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it up before putting it to your lips and inhaling deeply. You guided it between Remus' awaiting lips, and he mimicked your movements, blowing the cigarette away from your face. His hand continued its movements, and he inserted two fingers in your wet entrance.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, watching where they connected with your entrance, his second hand holding your underwear to the side so he could see. You cried out, his pace quickening, his palm applying pressure on your clit every time he pumped his fingers inside your pussy. You tried squeezing your thighs together for more friction, throwing your head back in disappointment. "So needy. I'm already giving you my fingers and you want more?" You nodded your head at him, but whined when he laughed, grinding your hips down on his stilling hands. "Please, please Rem." You begged, your head digging into the crook of his neck.

You mimicked his earlier actions, starting to suck hickeys on his neck as his pace began to slowly increase again. His free hand followed your arm that was hanging over his shoulder, and he snatched the cigarette from between your fingers. He inhaled again, his breath hitching when you sucked on his sweet spot and he coughed out a moan, the white smoke dispersing in the room. You smiled against his neck, which he must have felt, because his pace on your cunt became unforgivably fast, the pressure on your clit becoming too much for you.

Your thighs started shaking and you rolled your hips, riding Remus' hand in search for your release. He twisted his hand, hitting a new angle inside of you which had you unraveling on top of him, almost as though he had just been teasing you the whole time. You moaned loudly, trying to bury your moans in Remus' neck, but they still echoed in the small room. You whimpered as Remus removed his hand from your cunt, the burning sensation in your thighs beginning to soothe. Your jaw went slack, gaping at Remus, who put his fingers in his mouth, humming contently as he tasted your juices. He wiped the excess saliva on his trousers so he could help you back into yours. He zipped and buttoned you up as you observed him, still in a daze.

Remus smiled up at you, offering you what was left of the cigarette. You took a long drag, settling down on Remus' laps, who tapped you on the ass as a sign to get up. "Come on sweetheart, let's go get you cleaned up." You staggered up, and Remus, now seemingly sober, took your hand in his as he re-pocketed the cigarette pack, leading you out of the room. When you got to the main common room, heading towards the stairs, you made eye contact with Sirius, who grinned widely at your shaky figure, eyes going back and forth between you and a satisfied Remus.

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fandoms--fluff · 3 months

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Heloop can you do one of baby Mikaelson, that she is always with nik and Elijah but when Hayley comes to leave with them yn what to be with her

New Favorite

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hayley marshall (+ Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: pregnancy?

A/n: I've been wanting to write something like this for a while and I got so happy when this request came in!

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You peek out from behind your big brother, Elijah's, leg. Across the room, where she's sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, is Hayley. The lady who all of your brothers and sister have been fighting about what should happen.

Apparently something happened with Niky and her, but no one will tell you and you've been too nervous to go up to Hayley and actually say something to her.

The closest you ever gotten to her is right now, holding on for dear life to Elijah's leg. You don't like being around people you aren't familiar with. Which I weird that you're feeling like that with Hayley, Elijah has been noticing, since you technically have met her before in Mystic Falls. But you guys did just move back to New Orleans and it's a bigger change for you considering you like being in Mystic Falls, that's sometimes hard to believe truthfully for him. Then again you don't have some horrendous memories of the place like the others do.

You look at what she's wearing and your eyes land on her hands. On her fingers, there are a couple rings in various shapes and some have a colorful stone on them.

Elijah is talking with Niky. It sounds like he's mad with him. Though that's not really concerning to you considering he and Elijah get into fights all the time, so you're used to it. The same with when Niky and Bekah also get into fights.

As they continue to squabble, you carefully start letting go of your big brother's leg and start to make your way over to Hayley. You move slowly, not wanting to accidently trip like you do sometimes when you're nervous or excited.

Hayley looks down and sees you standing a couple feet away the end of the couch supporting your small basically toddler frame. She smiles softly, she took a liking to you during her time in Mystic Falls. Even though she despised, and still kinda does, Klaus, she likes how he acts all soft and protective of you.

She's noticed you're basically always with either Elijah or Klaus. Whether that be them carrying you, holding your hand, you attached to their legs or just being in the same room.

"Hi there" She speaks to you first, her tone soft.

You look up at her with big eyes and take a small step towards her, still holding onto the couch cushions on the way. You lift your other tiny hand up to give her a small wave.

It takes you a moment to climb up on the couch and sit down on your knees, facing her.

She has to admit, You're pretty cute.

You look up at her face and then down at her hands, repeating that a couple more times. Your sight finally lands on her hands. The rings shine under the light.

She realizes it's her rings you're looking at, so she moves her hand and places it in front of you, right above your knees. "You like my rings?" She asks you quietly.

You wrap your tiny hands around her hand and start tracing the ring with a butterfly on it. It takes you a moment to reply, but quietly you finally say something, "Pretty." You mumbled before looking back up at her, your hands still clutched to hers.

"It is, isn't it?" She smiles.

Rebekah walks into the house from being out all day. She rolls her eyes at the two arguing. Instead, she made her way to the both of you.

"Well, I think it's time for a certain someone to get ready for bed," She tells you after reading the clock that's sitting on the mantel.

You frown before complying and climb off the couch. You reach up and grab your big sister's outstretched hand. As you guys start walking toward the stairs, you look back and wave a 'bye' to Hayley.

Over the next few months, you start spending more time with Hayley. You got attached to her quickly. She revealed to you about being pregnant with Klaus' child, earning an excited reaction from you, and getting a smile out of herself as well.

It seems as if you're spending more time with Hayley than your brothers. As Rebekah has teased your guys' brothers about.

Klaus sits with you on your bed, trying to get you to sleep. Which isn't working in his favor. When you want to be, you can be more stubborn than Rebekah, and that's saying something.

"It's past your bedtime" He whispers. He's not exactly trying that hard anyway, but you usually listen to him.

"Bad sleep" You frown up at him. "No, not bad sleep, you need sleep, or else you'll be grumpy in the morning," He says, leaving out the point on how Elijah will have his head if he lets you stay up way too late again.

"So let's lay back down, curl up, and go to sleep," He tells you softly, handing you your stuffed yellow teddy bear.

You slowly follow his wording and snuggle your teddy bear as he tucks you in. Your brother places a kiss on your head before turning the lamp off and slowly leaves the room.

After laying in your bed for ten minutes, unable to fall asleep, you sit back up and shuffle out of your bed.

You quietly walk out into the hallway until you find yourself in what used to be Kol's room and now is Hayley's. You patter in and Hayley looks up from her book to see you standing a couple feet away with your teddy bear clutched in your hand.

"Hey sweetie, aren't you supposed to be in bed" She asked you, already knowing the answer. "uh-uh" You shake your head and walk over to the bed and climb up with Hayley helping you.

"Whatever you say, hun" She chuckles.

You crawl closer to her. She lifts her right arm up, having you cuddle into her side. You move down a bit to rest your head on her pregnancy bump. You giggle from the feeling of magic coming from the baby. You're the only one who seems to be able to feel any of it.

You hug your teddy with one arm while your other hand is tracing shapes on Hayley's bump, tiredly. Not even ten minutes later, you're out like a light.

Klaus searches around the house, trying to find you. He hasn't seen you all morning. While he searches, Elijah stands up from where he's sat. "What's wrong?"

"I can't seem to find our baby sister anywhere" Klaus answers before leaving the room, obvious that you're not in here. Elijah follows after him.

"Have you checked Hayley's room?" Elijah asks him. That makes him pause before going up the stairs to where the bedrooms are.

He opens the door to the pregnant werewolf's room and walks in. What he sees makes him breathe a sigh of relief. Showing in front of them, Hayley and you are sound asleep, you cuddled into her arms with your bear still in your grasp.

"What are you two doing? There are more than enough reasons as to why not to wake up one of them, let alone both of them" Rebekah whisper at them, pulling the two men out of the bedroom and closing the door.

"But I think, you guys have been replaced with a new favorite" Rebekah smirks, nodding to Hayley's door before walking away.

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itstheghostofmypast · 4 months

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Transparent Love

Five Hargreeves x F.Reader ft.platonic Ben

Summary: Her past that she had forgotten after coming to the commission, her past that she had forgotten after marrying Five- the mistakes and guilt that she had forced herself to forget, all resurfaced at the worst of times. One thing was for sure, even if you run from your past, it'll catch up to you, in one shape or another.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 3.3k

Read Time: 16 min

Requested by: @simpformoonkight

If there was one thing Five Hargreeves was proud of, it was his ability to read people like a book, and his favourite person to read was his wife; from the day he had met her at an Irish bar to the day he had reunited with her in the 60s, not once had she caught him off guard, even the little kiss she had given him in front of his siblings wasn't a surprise for him.

A whimper caught his ear. He glanced up from the newspaper cutouts that Elliot had glued to the wall to find her curled up on the couch, clutching onto the blanket for her dear life. Walking up to her he gently brushes the stray hair out of her face, caressing her cheek, trying to calm her down. He doesn't remember the last time she'd had such a nightmare- well, there was that one time.

The married life did not bring much change to their routine, they'd still go on missions, she'd still choose the comfortable silence, and he'd still be arguing around waiting for her to calm him down, she'd occasionally stress eat and he'd choose to storm off to cool down if the two ever argued, but one thing was clear, the two loved each other no matter what. Due to this very reason, he had believed in the all-transparency policy, sharing everything with her, now, to some extent that meant becoming extremely vulnerable in front of someone and giving an entire list of weaknesses, not that he had many, the point was, for Five Hargreeves, other than Delores, she was someone who he would die for, someone who he'd trust blindly at any given moment of time and space, which is why he assumed she felt the same way. Never keeping anything from him. Or so he thought.

It wasn't until their third anniversary that that belief in transparency somewhat cracked. He had come home early from a mission, and since the two had gone on separate ones, coming home early meant that he could set up her surprise. The well-dressed man opened the main door only to hear something crash, his killer instincts kicking in as he blinked into the living room, spotting her sitting on the floor, hugging her knees, mumbling to herself.

"Y/N! What happened?" his fingers gripped onto her shoulders, jerking her back to reality as she looked up at him, letting out a choked sob, pouncing on him with a death grip of a hug, her face pressing onto his collar as she choked on her sobs.

He remembers sitting there for hours that night, with her weeping in his arms, unfortunately, she never told him what had happened, but had only thanked him, and claimed that her dream was so bad that if he hadn't shown up when he did, she might have done something irrational.

"What's that look mean?" he glanced at the intruder who had come to sit on the opposite couch, a giant mug of coffee in hand.

"What do you want, Klaus?" letting out an exasperated sigh he stared at his brother, the person she had spent most of the 60s with while they were parted. He watched the other one shrug before smirking at Five, "Trouble in paradise?"

"None what so ever." he snapped back earning a chuckle from Klaus who shook his head, "Come on Five, it's plain as day, you have that bitchy look on your face, the one where you're thinking but are perhaps constipated in the process."

"Not a day goes by where I don't want to strangle you Klaus”, sighing he leaned back on the couch, his hand resting on Y/N's head, gently scratching her scalp out of pure habit, it was something that would help both of them calm down.

"Everyone has secrets Five, we" He gestured at him then an invisible ring where he assumed the latter would pick up on the notion of the gesture representing their family, "Of all people should know that."

"We don't have secrets, Klaus"

"Perhaps, or…you just have things you haven't talked about, I mean", reaching for the table he placed his mug down then looked at Five, eyes flickering to her, "Have you told her everything? Like everything everything? Not a single secret?"

Five glanced down at her stirring form then up at Klaus, "No, I don't. Neither does she." with that he had concluded the discussion.

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That was until they came to the new timeline, a mistake, but probably a harmless one. Amidst the uncalled-for battle, she ran into the living room, after helping up Diego, only to stop when a tentacle slammed in front of her before slithering back to its owner, Ben, shit.

"What are you guys like? Did they steal you two from your parents?" he snapped at her only for her to pull out her handy dandy pistol, a.k.a 'Bodyguard'.

"F*ck around and find out." aiming at him she muttered, "I don't wanna do this Ben."

"Sweety, your gremlin and co. burst in here. We're just taking out the trash." With that he swung another tentacle at her, one she dodged with ease, bouncing off the opposite wall to kick him. He may have been stronger but he wasn't quicker.

"I said I don't wanna do this." she said aiming right at his forehead, "But threaten my husband or his family one more time and I will."

"Husband?"

"Let's go! Move, move, move!" was all Diego yelled, grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder in the process and running out.

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"So, what now?"

That's all she heard before they began bickering, shit, this timeline, this was not what she was expecting, what happened, where did they go wrong- should she have stopped him from meeting up with his father in the past? This was not good, definitely not good, should she tell Five? No- what if there's a way out? Wait, is there? Isn't time supposed to flow as per agenda- at least the beginning and the end, what if-

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Glancing up from her lap she met with a confused Five, his hand automatically reaching to caress the top of her head, an act Klaus had noticed back in Dallas- a way of his to calm down his wife, much like one would do to a cat.

“What’s wrong?” his words were but a whisper, eyes scanning her, as if reading her every move, the way her breathing was uneven, eyes darting around them, trying to calculate, fingers twitching with anxiety- give her something to eat and it’d be the perfect image of how his wife usually got when she was nervous.

“I- nothing, I think I just hit my head a little too hard.” With a gentle, yet, assuring smile she, “So, what are we going to do now?”

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With that question she found herself on a sofa, giving Allison and Vanya the room inside, since it did have two beds and the sisters needed some time alone- that and she needed some time alone as well, she needed to think, she needed to process this, to make sure things did not go south, to make sure she had everything under control this time, to make sure she could save him this time- if not Ben, then Five- this was no longer for Ben, this probably wasn’t even the same Ben- but her husband is all that she cared about.

The thought of her husband had her trembling in fear, she was hiding something from him and she didn’t know how long it could go on. She knew she couldn't keep it up for long, it was either her insistent stress eating that would give it away or his usual commendable deductive skills that he'd use to put the puzzle together. Maybe she should tell him, or maybe she should just try to fix this herself- there was no need to increase his burdens.

It was her hunger that led her downstairs, spotting the three brothers as she looked at their approval in silence, wanting to occupy the free seat.

"What are you guys? Barn animals?" Klaus sighed before smiling at his sister-in-law, “Oh, hey there my sweets, are you per se on a stress-eating roll again?” he asked, chin in palm, admiring the way she had filled up her plate more than Luther would.

“S-stress? What no!” clearing her throat she took a sip of her coffee, trying to not start an actual conversation, her original thoughts of asking either Klaus or Diego for some form of assistance went down the drain, much like her confidence.

“You know Ben?” Diego perked up, causing his brothers to pause and look at her, only for her to choke on a slice of bread.

“Stop harassing her.”

Never had she been so glad to see her husband, who sat beside her, gently patting her back and glaring at Deigo, “How the hell would she know Ben anyway?”

It was during their little meal that Five had announced his retirement, looking at her expectantly, as if wanting her to do the same, which she did- though hesitantly.

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Initially she had thought of talking to Ben, she was convinced she should too but the moment they had landed in the house, a basic fact had occurred to her- this was the asshole Ben, she was used to the one who had lost everything. But then again, she wasn’t like this back then either, in fact, she was as paranoid and impulsive as Five, perhaps that’s why she fell in love with him, for deep down she missed her old self, the one who could protect her- or perhaps that was just a front, for her to pretend in those dark times, trying to tell herself that she was not afraid and Five was the real deal, he really was never afraid. So, she decided not to say a word, but the only problem was, that her anxiety was starting to pent up to a breaking point.

“Where have you been all day?” Five asked, looking up from the newspaper, his bathrobe replaced with a floral t-shirt and slacks, “Also, why are you on edge? Are your hormones kicking in?”

“What does that even mean?” mumbling she flopped down on the couch next to him, resting her head on his lap, his hand instinctively going to play with her hair, gently caressing her head.

“You horny?”

Clicking her tongue at his question she glared up at him, earning a chuckle in return. It had been long since the two were at peace like this, at least for him, what he did not know was that she was not in peace at all, but only that his presence near her was somewhat calming. She wanted to tell him how this timeline was no better than his own, that and a persistent fact she had somehow stumbled upon began to bother her.

“I’ll understand if you are”, smirking at her he pinched her nose, earning a swat of his hand in return, his hearty laugh echoing in the small room, this was possibly the most domestic the two had been since they travelled back in time.

“Five”.

Her hushed tone caught his attention, eyes darting to scan her face, her brows furrowed to the slightest degree, so faint that one could barely notice it, but Five just wasn’t anyone. He had noticed her unease ever since they had come to this timeline, how she was eating in proportions larger than Luther’s, how she was more on edge, quieter, he would’ve been blind if he hadn’t noticed it, but he respected her boundaries, for he truly believed that the two had no secrets. Sure, she had always been closed off, but he knew for a fact that she’d never keep anything from him.

“What’s the matter?” he responded with a tone as quiet as hers, earning a small smile.

“I love you, Five.”

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“Five, listen to me, I swear I wanted to tell you but-“

“BUT WHAT?” his voice boomed in the corridor, causing her to flinch, and Klaus who was behind her cleared his throat, “Five, buddy, just hear us out.”

“Shut up Klaus, I am…” sighing he ran his hand through his hair, wanting to rip it out, “I- why would you take his side when the future I said let it happen, when I said let it happen.” She stared at him in disbelief, she knew this was out of his control, but she had never imagined for it to get this out of hand.

“Five, I need you to calm down and listen-

“I AM CALM!”

“BECAUSE I CAN’T LOSE EVERYONE I LOVE AGAIN!”

“Again…” frowning at the statement he looked at her, then glanced at Klaus who shrugged, hand reaching to console the shivering girl, only for her to slap it away, “What do you mean by….Y/N… is this…your timeline?”

With a shaky breath she nodded, trying to walk over to him, only for him to raise his hand and stop her, “I…I need some time.” With that he turned around and walked away, not even listening to her pleading, blinking away when he felt her come closer.

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“So, are we gonna talk about what’s going on between you and your husband?” Klaus asked, picking up a glass of wine, no, he picked up hers, her seventh glass of wine and as much as he wanted everyone to enjoy Luther’s wedding, he knew this was not what he wanted for her, or what her brother wanted for his wife, but he was too stubborn to approach her.

“Nope.” With that curt response, she snatched her glass back, “I can’t believe you are willing to die like this.”

“Well, I’m not. You know that, but we got voted out and Five, well, Five is Five, he’s stubborn, arrogant, and annoying but he loves you more than anything.” He smiled softly, taking it back from her as he placed his hand on top of hers, “Go talk to him.”

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That’s how she finds herself on the rooftop, staring up at the imploding cosmos, soon to be part of it all. Spotting her husband at the other end, sitting on a cushioned seat, staring up at the sky, bottle in hand. Approaching closer she stopped when he turned his head in her direction, an unspoken apology swirling in his eyes, though she knew he had nothing to be sorry for, she knew he had been transparent with her since the moment he had told her, told her how much he loved her, devoting his life to her. Though she had nothing to apologise for as well, what she had hidden was a part of her memory, an experience so foul that she had spent a good amount of time trying to forget it. Sitting on the opposite seat she smiled, “Hey stranger.” Watching him sit up straight, placing the bottle on the table between them, hand reaching for hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Five, I just, you need to understand how before I met you, before the commission, I was someone different, living a different life, one that ended poorly.”

“Tell me, trust me, I’ll believe and listen to anything you say.”

She looked at him, admiring his sculpted face, noting the seriousness and love his features held for her, all for her.

“I… it’s a long story, I honestly don’t remember much of it.” Taking in a deep breath she continued, “It began in a blur, well, most of it was a blur, one day everything was normal, the next there were walkers, the undead, then there were groups of survivors, humanity was falling, wars had begun and slowly, the world had begun to wither away. In about a week I had lost everyone I loved, my parents, my siblings, my friends…I was…so alone.”

“How…for how long?” he asked, moving closer to her, which she appreciated, the cold had begun to creep up on her, “About 3 years…alone, I mean, I was fine at first, I mean, I was scared, obviously like any normal teenager, but it was so exhausting, I didn’t know who to be scared of more…the undead, the other groups or the men I just- then I met the Sparrow Academy, we were fine- I mean Ben was an asshole- as usual…but then one day..”

“Ben, we need to leave!” grabbing his hand she dragged him out of the building, he was too shocked to even react, his siblings being torn apart before him- but…they had powers! He had powers and this did not make any sense.

Sitting in front of the makeshift fire, she stared at the burning wood, she had gone numb far too long ago, but for Ben, all of this was new, he was so used to being surrounded by those who could bear him, that his world had shattered. She felt sorry for him, she did, but a twisted part of her was relieved, his instant obnoxious attitude came to a stop. She was tired and scared as it is, but when she saw all the siblings together, she was …jealous. No, she just missed her family, thinking that perhaps if they had any training like all of them did or powers, maybe her family would be alive too.

It didn’t take long for Ben to let her in, perhaps because she was the only one there, the only one who had his back now, the only one who would stay awake and keep watch while he was asleep, the only one who’d make sure he was eating, sometimes give him her rations as well. He would return the favour often, making sure she was warm, wearing extra layers, or that she had enough sleep, staying up and keeping watch. Slowly turned into a cycle of a unique bond, one where they needed to be next to each other, needed to know what the other one was doing.

“Ben, I swear, they are expired.” She hissed, snatching the bag of chips and tossing it away, earning a whine.

“Come on, not everything is expired, plus you can hear the crisp, that means they haven’t gone stale.” He argued, picking up a few batteries for their torches, “Listen, you let me get those chips, and I’ll keep watch tonight.”

“Ben, you’re supposed to keep watch tonight anyway.”

“shit.”

That was her fault though, maybe if she was awake, they could’ve had a chance, and maybe, he would’ve been alive. But just like the day it all began, it all happened so quickly. One moment she finally fell asleep, the next she was shaken awake by Ben. He was yelling, telling her to sit on his bike, the one they’d ride on, going from state to state, city to city, the very bike he had named Jennifer. The last thing he had told her was,

“I’m sorry, I am…thank you for spending your time with me, I’d pick you over my siblings any day.”

“Ben…this Ben?” Five whispered, more to himself than her, hugging her close to him, ugly sobs wracking through her form, causing him to tighten his hold on her, “Come on it's okay, it's over, it's over.”

“I…” pulling back she looked up at him, “I didn’t want to lose you so- so I agreed with your father and I just – forgive me.”

“My love, I…I should be asking you for forgiveness.” He smiled, leaving a gentle peck on the top of her head, “I should have been more patient with you, I had noticed your nightmares, the panic attacks but I…I really couldn’t place them”. Letting out a chuckle he smirked at her, “You’ve always been my favourite riddle, never easy to solve, but so addictive.”

Smiling up at him, she nodded, not at his stupid statement, but at the thought of them being together forever, or however long they may have left, even if time was crumbling their love wasn’t, it was as pure as the will of an angel and as clear as a crystal- a form of pure, melancholic, transparent love.

A/N: not only is this centuries late, but Tumblr has had it in for me for the past two days. Nothing was uploading. I hope you like it @simpformoonkight , haven't watched the walking dead, but did some researching.

#five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #five x y/n #tua x reader #five hargreaves x reader #vanya #allison hargreeves #TUA #request #umbrella academy #sparrow academy

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pupyuj · 9 months

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Teasing shy/sub g!p yeji by walking around your guys’ apartment in super short shorts and “accidentally” brushing up against her when trying to get past. Realizing she has a boner as she tries to hide it because she’s embarrassed, you end up helping her out by giving her head.

YEJI MENTIONED EVERYBODY WAKE UP🚨🚨 this got a bit too long i was having too much fun,,, I LOVE MY YEJIPOOKS...

this poor baby is so confused, wondering why you're suddenly in such a mood to torture her🧍‍♀️you're walking around in those ridiculously short shorts and yeji's sitting on the couch, watching your whole figure but her eyes are glued to your ass 😭😭 and then she gets to thinking about how you would look riding her reverse cowgirl style and her brain short circuits,, 😵‍💫 yeji grabbing a random couch pillow and putting it on her lap, covering up her hard on but the pillow pressing up against her did not help at all so she's just,, struggling,,, trying her hardest not to cum in her pants bcs she knows she will never hear the end of it from you :(((

BUT LIKE maybe yeji is taller than you so you ask her if she could get something on one of the high shelfs for you,,, but it's not like you were short so you could definitely just tip your toes a bit and get whatever it was you wanted but yeji was so dang cute with her face flushed and her hands clutching that pillow for dear life <////3 reluctantly, yeji stands up and you pretend to not see the tent in her pants bcs she'll probably faint if you point it out LOL .

"m-move aside, (y/n).. i'll get it for you..." yeji says weakly, pulling on her pants as an attempt to not make her boner too obvious even though you've already seen it and are literally staring at it 😭

"i think i'm fine right here, yeji." you said, laughing at the helpless look on your girlfriend's face. she really was trying so hard to ignore what she was feeling. adorable.

yeji moving forward and reaching up to the cupboard while you're trapped in between her and the countertop,, her nearly dropping the coffee creamer on your head when she feels you grab her dick suddenly :(( "fuck, (y/n)..." her just leaning onto you, clutching your arm while you squeeze her dick through her pants :((( her whines would be so cute too </3

her just looking at you in anticipation while sitting back on the couch with you on your knees to the floor,,,, and you're pulling off her boxers so painfully slowly that she unintentionally looks at you the wrong way, all annoyed and impatient .. you didn't even know your shy and sweet girlfriend can make a face like that! (it was hot.)

"aww, did i do this to you, hon?" you teased while staring at her throbbing hard dick. "i guess i can't just leave you like this, huh?" and before yeji could even say anything more, you've already taken more than half of her cock down your throat,,, every time you go up, the way you dragged your lips up her cock drove her absolutely insane,, and she's moaning your name so loud you can feel yourself leaking through your shorts,,,

yeji being so sensitive that she can't even grab your head and control your pace herself :(( her hands are just stuck holding onto the couch while you're free to do as you like,,, she cums quickly bcs she genuinely can't help herself but that doesn't stop you, not one bit! overstimulating her to the point of tears,,, she's cumming down your throat over and over but she can't stop bcs your mouth feels too good on her ..

her cumming for the nth time and you finally pull your mouth off of her cock,, yeji thinks that that was probably all she had for the entire day but being the slut that you were, of course it wasn't over yet 😵‍💫 you laughing as you climb on her lap, pressing your now bare pussy against her limp dick,,

"get comfortable, hon... i'm not letting you go until you've dumped every single drop inside me."

#itzy x reader #itzy smut #itzy imagines #hwang yeji x reader #hwang yeji smut #hwang yeji imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #g!p idol

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hyuuukais · 9 months

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing, negative self talk

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

☆ partially written chapter, 8 screenshots ☆

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ☆ T-REX

Kai is at your door in ten minutes.

You used your safe word, "trex" to let him know you needed him right now. All the guilt and fear sat heavily on your chest; you couldn't even cry. Pain settled in your weary body, your eyes falling on the mug you knocked onto the floor and couldn't be bothered to pick up.

First Jake.

Then Han.

Seungmin, Jeongin.

Felix.

You inhaled sharply, barely containing a dry sob. Of all people, he affected you the most. Your feelings did nothing but grow stronger by the day, and now he was gone.

You fucked up.

"Y/N?" A knock at the door, then a creak signaling Kai let himself in. "Oh, Y/N..."

Taking a few steps forward, Kai took in the sight of you. Your hair stuck to the side of your face, blanket drawn up to your chin. He kneeled beside you, taking the hand that was clutching the couch cushion for dear life in his own, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. The simple gesture broke something in you and the second you locked eyes with your best friend, the tears wouldn't stop.

"Kai I-" You choke out, gripping his hand tightly. "Why am I like this?"

Next thing you know, you're enveloped in the warmest, most loving hug, forcing you to sit up just a bit. You could hear Kai soothing you, one hand rubbing your back, the other on your head. He knew one way to calm you down was by a simple hug, reassuring you he was there.

Once you could breathe and the thunderstorm of emotion was a mere drizzle, Kai pried himself away from you, looking you in the eyes with a firm expression.

"Y/N I can't say none of this is your fault," Your heart sank. "But everything with Jake? That started all this?" He shook his head. "Yeah, maybe saying you had a boyfriend wasn't the greatest move... no buts. Jake needs to learn to deal with his feelings, and if space from you is what it takes, then so be it. Sometimes you are the problem."

"I fail to see how this is supposed to help, Kai." Sitting up now, you cross your arms at him.

"General you, use your brain." Now you can't help but smile at him, sniffing and wiping your nose with your sleeve. "The point is, you can't please everyone all the time Y/N, and you're not responsible for other people feelings and how they deal with them. The only thing you're responsible for is how you react. Sometimes people hurt you, sometimes you hurt them. Right now, you need to acknowledge the pain you've caused and apologize."

You look down.

That's something you love about Kai-- he tells you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear, no matter how hard. He tells you when you mess up, but he'll also be your shoulder to cry on. He was your closest friend.

"Can I use your phone?" You ask.

"Why, yours not working?" He rolls his eyes with a small smile

"It is," You playfully smack his arm. "I just don't think anyone will pick up if they see it's me."

notes ☆ i am so mf tired yall but HEY !! new chapter!! i love kai and y/n. i love this story. i love ynlix and need them to be happy together again. also i can't believe it's been almost a month into this series???? which also means almost a month of having this account OH ALSO BEFORE I FORGET i probably should have said this way at the start, but u can pretty much ignore any timestamps!!

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alien-magnolia · 7 months

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Cozy Nights

Request: yes | no

A/n: this turned out to be sfw and very cute. Thanks to @loving-and-dreaming for requesting this!

Fic description: Hyperfem, little! reader x soft top Steve Harrington. Hyperfeminine reader hides the fact that she is a little from her long term boyfriend, Steve <3 he helps her feel secure about this part of herself, and they have some soft and sweet moments together <3

The rain and snow battered the shingled roof. The pool sat frozen, watched by the surrounding dark forest, in Steve Harrington’s backyard. Inside, a soft melody of George Michael played, while Steve Harrington stood by the stove, making dinner. His doe-like brown eyes concentrated so nicely on the pot of Macaroni that he was making. Hand on his hip, and an apron on, Steve did not realize that the January storm outside had gotten stronger.

His girl did, though.

She was cuddled up on the couch, with a stuffed animal (that she hid from her Stevie) and her pink blanket. She saw that her boyfriend was in the kitchen, and so she clutched onto her stuffie for dear life, whimpering as she was getting more and more scared of the storm.

“Sweetie. Come, I made us dinner!!, her Stevie shouts out from the kitchen. She reassured herself that she can do this. She has to act big. She can NOT let him know about this. She slowly walked over to the kitchen, not realizing that her bunny was still with her. A crash and slam from the thunder outside, and she let out a whimper. Her face turned red as she saw her Stevie’s eyes on her.

“Everything okay, baby? You look a little scared,” he softly says, as he comes over to her, a hairy hand on her back, peppering her cheek with a few kisses. His knowing eyes continue to watch her as she makes excuses — completely forgetting about the stuffie in her hand. Steve plays along.

“Alright, well — come. I made us dinner,” he motions to a chair next to him. She agrees, and sits down. They eat in silence as his girl’s eyes keep darting back and forth, letting out a small squeal when the thunder strikes again. Steve puts his hand on her thighs, rubbing them a little as in a hope to calm her down.

The two have just finished their macaroni and salad. The storm outside became worse, battering the glass windows, it seemed as if it was trying to break them. The thunder became closer. It was around a mile away from the house. The both of them jump as the thunder sounds out its’ horrendous wail again.

She started to cry. She ducked her head under the table as if to hide this from him. He can NOT know.

“My love.” He comes over to her, a caring hand on her back. What’s down there, huh? Honey, it’s okay. I know you’re scared.”

She looks up at him with her tear stained face, clutching her stuffie. “Stevie.,” she mutters out in between sobs. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Steve listens intently. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. “You see, I could be really feminine sometimes. Sometimes, I also regress. Into a little…little space,” she barely gets these words out to him, crying intensely because of the storm. “It’s so embarrassing, I know,” she cries out, crying even harder. What will her boyfriend think of this?

“Hey. Hey, look at me, sweetie. This is not embarrassing. It’s you. It’s a part of you, and that’s okay. I am willing to accept that part. I had a feeling you were like this. It’s okay with me though,” Steve replies back, now on his knees to be on her level, large hand rubbing her back. “It is,?,” she mutters out.

Steve smiles warmly. “Yes. I’m more than happy to be your boyfriend and caretaker,” he replies, while kissing her on the cheek. She stands up.

“Can I call you…daddy? When I’m in this space?,” she shyly asks, looking at the floor. “Of course, sweetheart. Now come. Daddy’s gonna help you get through this storm,” he reassures her, while picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her to the couch.

Another loud crash of thunder. She cowers under the blanket. Steve’s big arm is close, around her shoulders. “I’m scared, daddy. Don’t like it,” she murmurs. He gives her a few kisses, caressing her cheek. “Hey. Daddy won’t let anything happen to his little girl. How about some warm milk and a cartoon, huh, sweetheart?,” he gently coos at her.

She nods and giggles, looking into those big brown eyes of her caregiver, her boyfriend, her Stevie. He kept her safe. Safe in his arms, from the storm, from the world. She drifted asleep in his arms, as the soft glow of carebears on the boxed tv drowning out the world.

#liz’s masterlist #liz writes 🖤#stranger things smut #steve harrington fluff #dom steve harrington #steve harrington x little!reader #steve x female reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader

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mingigoo · 1 year

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Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Three

Part Three ⇢ moth to a flame

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ you share your space with wooyoung while Nabi starts her first day of preschool. After a heart racing encounter with him, you’re left thinking about not so pure thoughts, and you act on them.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓��chapter warnings ⇢ 18+ themes, MINORS DNI. oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 5.9k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 17.6k

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When Nabi was born, you couldn't even stomach food.

Wooyoung sat by your bed some nights, bags under his eyes and his hand clutching yours. He would feed you, make you meals, and clean up after you and the baby. No words had to be said—he just took care of you.

One night, Nabi being about a month old, Wooyoung passed out on the couch, drool dried on both his cheek and his shirt. The drool on his shirt wasn't from him, but rather the sleeping baby in his arms.

He was sitting straight up, arms clutching onto Nabi for dear life, and his mouth parted as he breathed. His hair was black back then, his natural color, and rested messily on his head as he had no time to care about it.

You had just finished taking your first bath of the week, your hair wrapped up in a towel and your body finally covered in clean clothes—It reminded you that you had to do laundry.

It was too quiet—Nabi was usually a crier. It was nearly impossible for you to get her to sleep before three in the morning, as she would find a way to wail so loud the whole neighborhood would hear it.

Instead of her cries, she snored into Woo’s shoulder. You smiled for the first time in a while as you looked at them. Your eyes wandered to the framed photo of your lover, your stomach tightening and your hands clenched. There was nothing else you could do. He was gone, Nabi would just have to be fatherless. You had no intention of replacing Seonghwa, because at the time, it was impossible. He was someone no one could replace.

But wooyoung never wanted to replace him.

He just wanted to take care of you. To make sure you know you aren't alone.

You picked Nabi up out of his arms, sending him wide awake and eyes on you.

“Y/n?” he groaned groggily, but sat up straight. His eyes were barely open. “Go rest, I got her. I’ll go put her to bed.”

He reached for her, wiping away the drool off his face as he did. You shook your head, your heart aching that he was here, having to see you a mess everyday, having to pick up after you like you were the baby. “I’m sorry.” you breathed, holding back your tears. “I’m so sorry.”

He frowned.

“Why? What's there to be sorry about?”

“You're not even…you're not even her dad and you take care of her so well,” you sniffed, holding Nabi close to your heart as you felt your walls crumble in front of your best friend. “It’s not fair to you.”

You were expecting him to say something snarky. Or witty. Or sarcastic. Any way to cheer you up. Instead, he stood up from his slumber, standing close to you as you clutched onto your baby. His hands came up to rest on your arms, giving you a firm, tight, squeeze of reassurance.

He didn't say anything. He wiped your tears, his usual energetic self down the drain. He pulled you into his arms, along with the baby, and held you ever so softly.

And as he rubbed circles in your back, he whispered into your ear,

“I’ll always be by your side.”

—

It was as if a bomb went off in your mind.

Ever since Wooyoung walked through the door yesterday, you couldn't stop thinking about how he felt to touch. It was never a thought in your mind to feel something like that with him, and it scared you.

Your emotions were exploding—including…sexual ones. He managed to awaken your frozen sex-drive, out of all people. All he did was press his fingers to your lips and Bam! Instantly turned your brain from mom mode to fuck, you need a good fuck.

What was even more confusing is that you were seeing someone—someone who was super hot and wanted your body and soul enough to wait for you to be ready. So why are you willing to jump Wooyoung’s bones with a single touch? And how come you don't have that same feeling with San?

You were still in bed, fully clothed instead of your usual lack of pants, due to someone’s intense presence. You made wooyoung sleep on the couch, but he ended up falling asleep with Nabi after reading her a story.

So, to your surprise, when you got up to go to the bathroom to wash your face, you screeched when you saw him shirtless. There he was, in all his wooyoung glory, fully naked with only a towel covering his lower half. Water glistened on his chest, his dark hair dripping onto the tile. Your eyes panned across his ribs, seeing his pretty tattoo and smooth abs. You gulped, unable to meet his eyes when you would normally ignore him.

Dear god, y/n. It's not the first time you saw him shirtless.

“Put some clothes on, dammit,” you hissed, unable to see that devious smirk on his face.

He licked his lips, gripping onto his towel for dear life. “Oh? Why, cupcake, are you thinking dirty thoughts?”

You scoffed, turning to the side to turn the water on in the sink, distracting yourself.

“Oh, please. About you? As if.”

His smile faltered for a second, but it was right back in action after a moment. “You secretly find me ravishing, don't you.”

You cringed. “Ugh. ew. Don't talk like a Victorian woman looking for attention. Put your ankles away.”

He came up behind you as you pumped some face cream in your hands. You immediately felt chills roll down your spine, swallowing hard as his arms caged you in from behind, pinning you to the sink. You felt his warmth, and all your mind could think about was that he was completely naked under that thin towel.

Fuck.

“What if I want your attention?” he hummed, his head on the side of your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin. You knew he was probably trying to distract himself from what he did yesterday. He was always like this—afraid of feelings.

Wooyoung used to be notorious with women—and men. He was so popular with them that you used to hear so much about him. Of how good he can fuck, how amazing he is with his mouth, blah blah blah. Since Nabi was born, you haven't noticed his bad habits nearly like you used to, and you feel at fault for taking away his fun.

But now, as you were thinking this, why did you feel…jealous of them?

You started washing your face as he caged you in, bending down slightly and paying for it immediately.

Dear god.

“Fucking hell, wooyoung!” you hissed, pushing him so hard he fell back into the wall. You shivered, and then tried to be quiet as you remembered you have a sleeping child in the room next door. “Why the hell are you bricked up? I didn't need to feel that.”

You still had your face cream on your face, having no inclination to wash it off. You let out an aggressive sigh and grabbed the towel next to him on the wall, meeting his gaze for a moment too long. You couldn't understand his complex expression—his eyes wide and his lips parted. He held his towel close while his hair was messily resting on his head, looking disheveled. You wiped your face off, but the minute you closed your eyes, you had an image of him like you never had before.

You stuttered on what to say next, wondering if you should just leave the bathroom. Wooyoung spoke up again, his voice quiet.

“Its…its the morning. It just happens,” he defended himself, but tried to play it off like the clown he was, as if he didn't just look like a deer in headlights. “Or is it? You're so hot that even your presence turns me on.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the towel at his face after that comment. “You're so confusing I swear to god.” you walked out of the bathroom then, mainly to prevent yourself from pouncing on him like an animal.

You? Wooyoung? Impossible. You couldn't be having these thoughts with him after all these years, it made no sense.

You made your way into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, wooyoung still in the bathroom to change, you assumed. You leaned up against the counter, gathering your sanity. His words replayed through your mind over and over again.

“I don't know why it makes me mad to see you with San.”

“Ugh!” you groaned, fisting your hair in aggravation. “So fucking confusing.”

“What is?” Wooyoung was back in your line of vision, thankfully covered head to toe in clothing.

You sighed, turning around to face away from him and to put your attention on the coffee maker.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reached to grab a mug from the cabinet, racking your brain to come up with another topic. “Oh, I’m sending Nabi to pre-school. She starts on monday.”

He let out a noise of confusion as he took a seat at the kitchen island. “Wait, really? That's awesome. I didn't realize she could go so young.”

You placed the mug under the machine as the coffee began to pour out. “I know, I was told age three is a good age, and she is already so far ahead of her normal percentiles.”

Wooyoung smiled wide. “She’s amazing. What a smart little cookie.” he leaned forward. “She’s so much like you.”

Your heart fluttered, taking a peek at him after he said that. He was looking at you—really looking at you, with hearts in his eyes. You forgot about everything as you stared at him, a smile finding your lips and your body relaxing. “She is, isn't she.”

He nodded, his line of vision dropping to your lips for only a moment. He smiled, genuinely, different from his usual grin.

You had the urge to get closer to him.

“You're a great mom, y/n.” he acknowledged, unable to look away from you.

You stared at him, unknowingly looking at him with all the love in the world. He fiddled with his fingers as you gazed into his soul, your eyes softened and his own blinking slowly. You felt it again, that feeling, that you only ever felt with one other person.

You realized then that you were staring, and coughed to break away from your trance.

“Ahem. Do you want coffee?”

—

Monday arrived. Wooyoung was still living with you, given that it was only a few days since he got here. You had to take Nabi to pre-school, but she was having a tantrum in the middle of the living room, her little eyes puffy.

“I don't want to go!” she cried, plopping down onto the carpet. “I don't want it.”

You sighed, looking over at wooyoung who was standing next to you. He was working from home on schoolwork today, a pair of cute glasses on his nose. You pleaded with your eyes, hoping his charm would work on her.

Immediately, woo knelt down to get to her level, giving her a bright smile. “C’mon, butterfly. How bout I come with? I’ll even stay if I have to.”

She calmed down slightly, sniffling as she looked at you through her teary eyes. You had done her black hair in cute little pigtails, reminding you of Seonghwa.

“will mommy be there, too?” she breathed.

Wooyoung nodded. “Yes, me and mommy will be there. We’ll get some ice cream after, too. How about that?”

After a second, Nabi sniffled and nodded, reaching her arms out to him. He grabbed her gently, letting out a sigh. “That's my girl. Let's get a move on.”

You piled into Wooyoung’s car, buckling nabi up in her carseat. Wooyoung watched you from his rearview mirror, smiling lovingly at you without knowing. He caught himself quickly, moving his attention to flicking through the radio stations.

The ride was quiet except the singing of Nabi, both you and wooyoung majorly confused about your feelings.

A few kpop songs later, you arrived at the pre-school, Nabi really taking after your anxious self. She was clutching the seat belt tightly, afraid to unbuckle it—unbuckling means that she has to get out. Of course, she didn't want to leave the comfort of her car seat.

“I know this is new, but it will be okay, Nabi.” you reached to unbuckle the belt while Wooyoung stood next to you, arms crossed over his chest from the chilly autumn air.

Eventually she stopped putting up a fight, but her pout didn't leave—she looked exactly like a mini version of wooyoung, which now seemed ever present on your mind.

She even had his attitude, dammit.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung spoke softly as Nabi jumped out of the car with help, holding her little hand in his while you shut the car door.

Your stomach did a somersault as you heard those two words, and you wanted to slap yourself right then and there for getting excited over a man complimenting your baby. For fucks sake, you need to touch some grass.

You walked into the building, holding nabi’s right hand while wooyoung held her left. You looked over at him then, catching his wide smile. He looked down at her as if she were his own—he’s been her only father figure in this whole rollercoaster of a life. Why haven't you paid more attention to him?

All three of you finally made it to her classroom, a colorful, energetic place with a dozen kids running around already. There was a group of parents talking to the teacher, and you suddenly got even more nervous than your own child.

You swallowed hard, the moment finally hitting you. She was growing up—Seonghwa wasn't here to see it. Your little Nabi no longer needed to be bottle fed, or catered to every moment. You still remember staying up late for days on end, not getting any sleep with Wooyoung by your side. He held your hand every step of the way.

And now, here you were. Both together, but not together. You both stood there, meeting a milestone that a couple would reach. You sniffed back your tears, wooyoung offering you a worried glance.

“Oh? You must be y/n,” the teacher came up to you with a bright smile, his unique appearance immediately brightening you up. It was nice to see such a sweet guy teaching your daughter. It relieved some of your stress. “I’m Kim Hongjoong, we’ve emailed back and forth about Nabi.”

You forced a smile despite your worries. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Hongjoong bent down to Nabi’s level, smiling when he noticed her little pigtails. “Oh, aren't you cute. Are you ready to meet some friends?”

Nabi raised her little eyebrows, looking from you to wooyoung. “Can my parents stay? They said they’d stay with me.”

Oh.

Parents.

Wooyoung choked on air, feeling his heart beat faster as those words came out of Nabi’s mouth. She knew her real dad passed away, but did she…honestly consider woo as her parent?

Your eyes widened, but there was no reason to correct her. It would only make her feel different from the others, as all the other kids had happy and healthy parents.

Hongjoong looked up at you and wooyoung, offering you both a smile. “They can stay for a little, yes.”

Nabi was too smart. She knew that meant you couldn't stay the whole time, but nonetheless agreed and let go of both your hands. She turned to you both, Wooyoung looking like he was about to pass out.

“You promised ice cream.” is all she said, her mischievous eyes piercing into wooyoung's anxious ones.

“You will get your ice cream, butterfly,” he patted her head, and speaking of butterflies, you were really feeling them right about now.

The minute the teacher took Nabi to go play with the other kids, you and wooyoung sat down on tiny little desk chairs while the other parents conversed with each other. It was equivalent to the grown ups table and the childrens table at holiday gatherings, and you and woo, quite literally, were the children.

At least you felt like it.

You sat with your hands in your lap, picking at the nail polish that was flaking off. You sighed as you watched Nabi fit in just like seonghwa would’ve.

Just like Wooyoung would’ve.

It was bittersweet to think about, and after a bit of time passed, you were sure Nabi wouldn't even notice if you got up and left.

“Y/n,” wooyoung hummed softly, catching your attention. He looked different, as his mind was swimming with a whole bunch of thoughts. “I hate to say this, but I think we should head out.”

You gave one last look to your happy-go-lucky three year old, who was looking like the leader of the pack. You nodded, standing up from that uncomfortable chair. “I’ll go say bye.”

As you took a step away from Wooyoung, you paused. Turning around, you faced him and nodded your head back to your daughter with your hand reaching out to him.

“Come with me?”

He sat there, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. You weren't asking much, other than looking like perfectly in love parents so Nabi didn't feel left out.

After staring at you for a moment, he stood up, lacing his fingers through yours. It was like the very first time you touched him—your heart began to race. Out of all your years, this was a shock. You got nervous just holding his hand—Wooyoung, out of everyone.

No thoughts, just the feeling of his skin against yours. Your confusing thoughts began to conflict with your heart as you walked hand in hand to say bye to Nabi.

Nabi saw you coming, and she dropped the toy in her hand after seeing you and woo. She smiled, and made her way over. “Are you going?” she asked, her pigtails a bit messy. A girl that she made friends with came up behind her, a smile on her face.

It was nice to see her getting along with others. Maybe you did a good job raising her so far.

But it wasn't just you.

You looked down at your intertwined hands, wooyoung doing the same. Your head was spinning, but it felt nice to see Nabi happy. “Yes, we have to go now, okay?”

Nabi nodded with a gummy smile, and hugged your legs. “Okay, but I get ice cream later.”

Wooyoung let out a chuckle, his hand tightening around yours. You never wanted him to let go.

“Of course, butterfly.” he said sweetly, pulling at her pigtail. “We’ll be back to get you.”

Nabi gave you a nod, giving you a little giggle before tossing herself between the two of you for a hug, and then quickly frolicking back to where the fun toys were.

You said your goodbyes to the teacher, feeling like the world was moving too fast around you. In a daze, you found yourself walking down the school’s hallway, still hand-in-hand with wooyoung. He didn't speak. Neither did you.

When you finally reached the car, you paused on the passenger side, wooyoung still wrapped around your finger.

“She’ll be okay,” he said, tightening his grip. “I promise.”

You looked down at your hands, and for a moment, you didn't want to let go.

Until you did.

“Ugh, don't be sappy,” you shook off his hand, shivering in mock disgust. “I don't like it when you're serious….it's not…normal.”

He stared at you with a slight frown, but didn't say anything. After another moment, that sly look found its way to his face. “Listen, cupcake, your daughter just made more friends in the span of five minutes than you made your whole life.”

There he is, that bitch-ass.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door.

“Get in and drive, asshole.”

—

When you got home, Wooyoung said he had to go out for some groceries since he couldn't stand living off apple sauce and coffee anymore. You bid him a farewell happily, knowing that you'll finally have alone time—the time you haven't had since Nabi was born.

The quietness was outstanding. You couldn't remember the last time you could hear the neighbors, or the last time you could relax without worrying about something. So you did what any sane person would do.

Took a peaceful shower. A nice, hot, shower, definitely not an excuse to think about wooyoung in a not so PG way.

The minute the scolding water hit your body, you shivered despite the heat. Letting out a sigh, you thought about the morning, seeing him nearly naked, his dewy hair and curved lips. You wandered to the day before, as his hands caressed you in a way he never touched you before. You should be fantasizing about San, the man you were supposed to be infatuated with. But rather than him, you thought about how wooyoung would kiss. How he would taste. How he would fuck.

Without knowing, your hands found their home on your clit, slowly spinning in circles as you imagined your hand as his. Would he touch you like this? Gently? Smoothly? With care and attentiveness? Would he slowly glide a finger in, curving it ever so slightly, as if he was afraid to hurt you?

You let out a soft moan, water dripping down your face and down your legs as you imagined him in the shower with you.

This wasn't enough.

You finished up washing your hair and body, probably faster than you ever had before. Thank god you were alone, which allowed you time to tip-toe into your room and grab your best friend from your bottom drawer, hidden under a mountain of clothes.

This was so embarrassing. You were going to think about wooyoung, out of all the people, as you got off, but something in your mind told you it was okay. He would probably take it as a major compliment if he found out—which he never will, but still.

You threw yourself on your bed, on top of the plush covers, and coated your vibrator with a nice amount of strawberry flavored lube, which no one was tasting other than you occasionally just to see how it tastes. Would wooyoung like it? Would he go down on you, looking up through his eyelashes as he made love to you with his tongue?

“Jesus fucking christ.” you hissed, quietly, as if you were scared someone would hear you. Thank god the grocery store was a decent drive away, and Woo was such a dilly-dally that you could finish a few times and clean up.

As you turned the vibrator on, you spared no second on pressing it against your lips, past them, and into your core, causing you to arch your back and moan. You held off on screaming his name, feeling like he’d be able to hear you miles away. You already felt dirty by thinking of him in this way.

The vibrations moved up your body, like ripples of a wave in the ocean. It's been ages since you felt this intense need—it was riveting, you couldn't let go of the feeling. You imagined him touching you, feeling you, kissing you. Entering you. Making love to you. Maybe, just maybe, you could sleep with him just once. Maybe that would help you get this mess you called a mind in check.

You moaned, the vibrator hitting all the spots he would hit. You imagined his expressions, causing you to let out a sigh of pleasure. Dear god, this was a new low for you. At least he would never see you in this state.

At least, so you thought.

You were too high on a climax to realize he called to you from the kitchen, saying he forgot his card. You were too gone to notice his footsteps close in, and too annihilated to see him standing in the doorway—the door you forgot to close.

“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes wide and his goofiness gone. He’s never seen you like this, legs spread in front of him, naked, gorgeous. He dropped his phone that he was holding in his hand, letting it fall to the ground in shock. “My. god.”

“You heard him, stopping quickly and looking at him, dumbfounded. “....Wooyoung?”

He blinked quickly, his eyes on your body in a way he never looked before. “Now, I know that…that I should be looking away and running,” he swallowed, taking a step into the room. “But shouldn't you also be telling me to leave?”

You didn't know what to do. You kept the vibrator inside you, as if you weren't just thinking it was his dick. Now he was here, in the middle of your high, and you were about to take it as an opportunity. Just once, just once.

You looked at him, wet in more ways than one, seeing him crave you like a moth to a flame. You were going to regret it, but he was too good to be true.

“Come here,” you whispered, watching him widen his eyes in shock. “Please.”

“Are you…” he hesitated. “Thinking about me? Or is it him?”

You smirked, embarrassed because it should be San. but it wasn't. It never will be.

All you had to do was look in his direction, a needy look on your face.

“You.”

He didn't say anything. He took a step closer to you, his eyes on you like they never were. He reached the edge of the bed, standing between your legs, his lips parted as he looked like an animal that would devour you. He leaned onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as his hand pushed your leg down, sliding himself into the spot you never thought you'd see him in.

“I swear to god, y/n,” he breathed, sucking in a sharp breath as he sat between your legs. He hesitated for a second, unsure of if he should even be here. “The things I want to do to you…”

You felt intoxicated. Under the influence. It was so strange, and out of nowhere, you felt this intense crave for him.

He sat there, his eyes on your wetness and his lips parted. Your chest ached as he looked down at you, but then you met his eyes after he didn't answer.

The vibrator was still inside you, as if it was him, and ever so slowly, you began to move your hand, causing him to let out a sound you've never heard from him before. He didn't touch you—he just watched, captivated by your movements, your appearance, your dripping wet hair and naked body.

His hand met the inside of your thigh, feeling the wetness. He groaned softly, clenching his jaw almost like he was in pain. You looked up at him through your lashes, begging for him to touch you more. His breaths began to speed up, fingers clawing at your skin.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered, watching you play with yourself in a way no man has ever seen you. Seonghwa was different—this was different. “Please let me touch you.”

You hesitated despite your ache. You weren't sure what would happen to your relationship with him after this. You couldn't let go of him, in any way, and maybe it was because you secretly had feelings for him.

Or maybe you just needed to be touched.

You met eyes. He took your little nod as a yes, and slowly gripped the sex toy in his own hand. He furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on you and only you. You couldn't help but cry out softly as he shoved it inside you, deeply. You ached, craved that it was him. Yet, the fact that he was the one doing it made it feel a million times better than you could ever make yourself feel.

He was fully clothed, his jeans rubbing against the bare skin of your legs. He leaned forward, his breath unsteady as he held himself over you, looking down at your lips, your breasts, the angles of your collarbones. He let out a sigh as he slowly pulled the vibrator out fully, and sat on the backs of his knees.

You furrowed your brows as he did it, upset that he stopped. He held the toy in front of him, and then looked down at you with an expression you've never fathomed.

“You know,” he breathed, looking at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. He set the vibrator down after turning it off, leaving the space uneasily quiet. “I can make you feel better than that fucking thing.”

You bit your lip as he leaned forward once again, your breath caught in your throat. You've never felt this uneasy, this stimulated. The way he made you feel was like lightning hitting a surface, creating an intense spark of lust you never imagined. Out of all the people, it was him.

You kept quiet, watching him ravish you with only his eyes. His hand crept up on your thigh ever so slowly, sensually, until he met your core, delicately dancing his fingertips against the skin.

You sighed, arching your back against the bed as he moved his two fingers gracefully. It made you think about how many times he’s done this—he surely knew how to please a woman, and you wondered how many he had to get on top of to master this.

You had the urge to close your legs, your core tightening as he teased you. To your surprise, he stuck his middle finger in, causing you to gasp in excitement.

You saw that glimmer in his eyes once again. It was as if he was pleased with your response, boosting his already inflated ego. He curled his finger inside you, breathing heavily as he kept his eyes on your facial expressions. You shut yours tight as you parted your mouth, unable to see him slide down on your body to press his lips to you.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed, taking in a sharp breath as he pushed his tongue inside you. He gripped your legs and looked up at you as you pulled his hair, smiling into you devilishly.

“Mhhm,” he moaned against you, face contorting in pain as you tugged on his hair. “Strawberry. My favorite flavor.” His words were like kisses to your lips, his nails leaving marks in your skin. Your stomach tightened, swirled at his tone. He was still witty even during a time like this.

You couldn't help but cry out at his touch, his lips, his expressions. He looked at you in a different way than just lust—you couldn't put your finger on it. But one thing was for certain. You were completely infatuated with him, in more ways than one, and now, it was impossible to break away from his charm.

“You taste so good,” he spoke softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. It made you think that he’s kissed you in these spots even before kissing your lips. The thought of this made you want to pull him up to you and stick your tongue in his mouth like it was your home.

Maybe it was all the years without sex, or even touch, that is making you act this way.

Or maybe you loved him. Who knows.

He slid his hands down the curve of your hips as his mouth made love to you. It didn't take long for you to reach your climax, and as it came, you were too high to hear him whispering dirty little words into you. He fingered you quickly, yet smooth enough that you couldn't take it anymore.

It was as if he had psychic powers—you didn't tell him you were going to come, but yet the minute you reached that high, his mouth was on you, intaking you and getting drunk off your body. He watched your breathing slow as he pulled away, leaving back to take a good look at you.

You had no words. You could barely breathe, nonetheless. He pulled his fingers out of you, drenched in your love, and without breaking eye contact with you, he sucked on them, like a vampire would on its prey. It almost made you want to cry out in another orgasm, but as it passed, your mind wandered to his expression and the fact that you just did that. With him.

You sat up against the headboard, suddenly aware of your lack of clothes and lack of class. You must've looked so desperate for him. You thought that maybe he saw you as an object, or a woman that was taking advantage of his presence.

You gripped a pillow and held it to your body. He frowned, but didn't move from his spot on the bed.

The distance between you was small, physically. You could reach out and touch him. Yet, it felt like the oxygen in the room escaped, leaving you suffocated. His expression changed from mischievous to concerned, and he looked down at the pillow covering the parts he never thought he’d see.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words barely came out. “Did I do something wrong?” he inquired, his hands gripping onto the blanket tightly—the same hands that gripped you moments before.

You swallowed hard, piecing together an excuse to counteract your actions. “I….I’m sorry about this. Just act like it never happened. It never should have, anyway.”

You stood up quickly, knowing he was going to see you. He was silent while you rooted through your drawer for underwear, and you tossed them on, along with a shirt and bottoms. He stared at you, quietly, and it almost felt like you might have torn his heart right out of his chest. You told yourself you only used him to fulfill your aching sexual desires, but the truth lies deep in your heart—you wanted him in more ways than one.

“So, that…what just happened…” he mumbled, turning to look at you. You swear you saw the disappointment in his eyes. “Was it a mistake?”

You paused. “...yes. It won't happen again. I was just…distracted.”

You turned away from him to make your way out of the room, racking your brain to find an excuse to leave. “I’ll go to the store instead, okay?”

He didn't say anything. He just looked at you, his normal self long gone. He blinked, then nodded, giving you the opportunity to turn your back on him and what just happened.

And yet, even after throwing out that excuse, you still thought about the way he touched you while you made your way to the store. But more than that, your head was spinning with thoughts of him in other ways—ways that scared you enough to shove away the ideas of a romantic future with him.

After all, he deserved more than someone like you. At least that's how you thought.

Little did you know, he was already committed to a life with you forever.

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minervadashwood · 1 year

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daryl dixon x fem!reader

Note: This is part 2, read part one here.

Warnings: Blood, violence, sexual themes. Dividers: @firefly-graphics Here and here. Notes: There's still pining, but I promise you it's worth it.

Part 2: The Art of Love

Daryl sat bolt upright on the couch, convinced he’d just heard a gunshot. For a second he forgot where he was and tried to figure out the best way to get away from his old man. He reached for a flashlight, but his hand landed on a coffee table, and Daryl realized he wasn’t home but at John’s. He switched on a table lamp the exact same moment that the bathroom light flicked on.

Daryl thought maybe John had come home early, but it wasn’t John he saw by the bathroom sink. It was you. You clutched a bloody rag in your hand and practically sank to the floor, shaking with sobs. He leapt off the couch, not caring that he was only in his boxers, and ran over to you.

“D-D-Dare?” you choked out, your wet eyes staring up at him.

His heart stopped. That blood was yours, dripping from your swollen nose, mixing with your tears. Your cheek was cut, too, a jagged wound about two inches long.

He saw red. “Who did this? Who fuckin’ did this to you?” He put his hands on either side of your face, to make you look at him. Your lip trembled and you sobbed, the sound breaking his heart into a thousand pieces. “Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, not caring that his voice cracked. He moved hair away from your face, a few strands already caked with blood.

“Daryl,” you cried, falling into his arms and hanging onto him for dear life. “I’m so scared.”

“Shh,” he whispered. “I got ya, sweetheart. Yer alrigh’ now. It’s alrigh’. I’ll protec’ ya.” From who, he wasn’t sure yet, but once he found out, there would be hell to pay.

He held you against his chest and kissed the top of your head, his primal need to comfort you washing away all his inhibitions. Ugly sobs wracked your precious body, and he tried to absorb each one, wishing he could take the pain away from you and put it on himself. He started rocking you, and gradually your sobs slowed to sniffles until you eventually cried yourself out. You stayed in his arms, hiccupping and holding onto him. Daryl told himself that he should tend to your wounds, get you clean and patched up, but he couldn’t bear to let go of you, not yet.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

“John! You and that sister of yours better get out here!”

You practically jumped out of your skin with a cry of fear. You put your hand on Daryl’s bare chest and looked at him. “Don’t let him in, Dare. Just ignore him. Please.”

“He ain’t settin’ foot near ya again. I promise ya that.” He framed your face with his hands. “You trust me doncha?”

You nodded, sniffling.”’Course I do.”

“Good girl.” Carefully, he pulled away from you and got to his feet. “You stay righ’ ‘ere. Don’ move ‘til I get back, alrigh’?”

“Okay.” You wrapped your arms around yourself and bit your bottom lip.

Daryl closed the bathroom door behind him, and quickly put his jeans on. He didn’t bother with a shirt, that way this fucker wouldn’t have something to grab onto. Merle had taught him that.

He opened the door and closed it behind him, coming face to face with Blaire Foster.

“The hell you doing here, Dixon? You tell that bitch she owes me for slashing my tire.” “She don’ owe you shit.” Daryl made a fist and punched Blaire in the gut. The other man doubled over, and Daryl kneed him in the face. That preppy fuck put up his hands in surrender, trying to back away. But Daryl wasn’t stupid. He’d keep the guy on the doorstep and kick his ass right by the door. That made it legal.

Merle had taught him that, too.

Daryl grabbed the sick fuck by the collar, yanking him so that they were eye to eye. “I could kill ya for what you’ve done to her, ya know that?”

Blaire had a hand on his chin, right where Daryl’s knee had hit him. That’s when Daryl saw the imprint of your class ring on Blaire’s cheek. The thought of you having to fight your way out of this man’s clutches filled Daryl with a rage he didn’t know he was capable of. He reared back and punched Blaire right on the nose and heard a satisfying crack. Daryl’s fist kept making contact with Blaire’s face until the men started whimpering like a baby.

Daryl let go of Blaire’s now-ruffled collar and shoved him toward the driveway. “You even look at her again, an’ I’ll kill ya.” He watched Blaire stagger his way to that obnoxiously large SUV and get inside. When he finally drove off, Daryl ran back inside, to you.

You sat on John’s bathroom floor, just like you’d promised Daryl you would. You didn’t move except to lock the door, just in case. While you had absolute faith in Daryl, even just the chance that you might come face to face with Blaire again had you shaking.

Despite listening for any signs that Blaire had made it inside, you didn’t hear anything. Before you’d come in to ruin his night, Daryl had been sleeping, that much was clear. He’d only been wearing his boxer shorts while he let you cry in his arms. Despite all your fear and dread, a part deep inside of you flickered back to life as you thought of him holding you again, his chest bare and his arms wrapped securely around you. If only it hadn’t been in these circumstances.

You sat there for what seemed like an hour, but it was truly only a few minutes. You were startled when the doorknob rattled, but Daryl’s muffled voice said, “Jus’ me.” You relaxed and opened the door for him.

Sitting on your knees you gazed up at Daryl. “Is he gone?”

“He won’ come near ya again, sweetheart.”

There was that petname again, passing from his lips like he’d been calling you that for years. You’d never seen Daryl like this, looking at you with a softness in his eyes that pierced your very soul.

“C’mon, let’s get ya up,” he said, taking the blood-soaked towel from you and then pulling you up by your hand. He sat you on the lid of the toilet seat and squatted in front of you so that you were eyelevel with him.

His hand was still holding yours, and you turned it in your palm, seeing that his knuckles were dripping blood? realized his knuckles were bloody.

“What happened, Dare?” you gasped.

“Ain’t my blood, don’ worry.”

You bit the inside of your lip, realizing that Daryl had protected you, just like he’d promised. And he’d done what you couldn’t, punched Blaire hard enough to send him packing.

Daryl pulled his hand away, but then he took your other wrist--the hand you’d punched Blaire with. His touch was achingly gentle as he traced your ring with his finger while studying your hand. “Ya got a couple broken fingers, doncha? I’ll make ya a splint later, alrigh’?”

“Okay,” you whispered, gazing at him. His hair was a mess, dangling around his face in too-long tendrils that needed taming.However, his focus was entirely on you, his eyes flitting from your face to your hand, his frown deepening with every second.

You held your breath as he studied you, the throbbing pain of your nose and the sharp pain in your head fading into the background. Daryl’s nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, his face looking stern and impassive at the same time his hands gently touched you.

Abruptly, he turned away from you and started grabbing stuff out of John’s medicine cabinet and drawers. He lined it all up on the counter, then he grabbed a clean washcloth, wet it with water and soap, and turned to face you again.

“I’ll do my best not ta hurt ya.”

“I know.”

You’d seen glimpses of Daryl’s gentleness over the years, but this was something else altogether. He took your chin in hand, holding you still as he brushed the cloth on your face. He wiped clean the cut on your cheek first, then he started on your nose. The moment he touched it, pain radiated from the spot, hurting your cheekbones and forehead. A whimper escaped you, and Daryl froze.

“‘M sorry, honey, but I gotta get ya cleaned up.”

“It’s okay, Dare. It didn’t hurt that much. Honest.”

He tried smiling at you, but there was a sadness in his eyes that had your heart aching. “Spendin’ time with all them lawyers didn’ make ya any better at lyin’.”

You chuckled, shocking yourself with the outburst. It hurt, but you caught Daryl’s eye as one corner of his lip lifted and his eyes shone a little brighter.

Daryl took his hand from your chin and ran his fingers through your hair. “‘S good to see ya smile. Blaire didn’ do nothin’ to ya that won’t heal up in a coupla weeks. Jus’ be brave for me.”

“Anything for you, Dare.”

“Tha’s my girl.”

He went back to cleaning your face again, and though it hurt, all you could think about was how much you loved him and how much you wished he loved you back. Each of his gentle touches felt like love, like he was caring for something precious and irreplaceable.

In one way, you were so very grateful you weren’t going through this alone, but at the same time what Blaire had done to you didn’t seem to matter at all right now. What mattered was Daryl and being with him like this, both of you exposed and vulnerable, sharing soft touches and quiet words.

You started shivering, despite the warmth in your belly, but you tried to hide it.

“Yer shakin’ like a leaf,” Daryl murmured, now disinfecting your cheek and putting a bandage on it. “Goin’ into shock.”

“Am I gonna pass out or somethin’? If so, I’d rather not do it while sittin’ on the shitter.”

“Ya ain’t gonna pass out. Jus’ the fight goin’ outta ya an’ yer body calmin’ down.”

“Daryl?”

He paused and met your gaze.

“You promise Blaire didn’t hurt you?”

“He barely touched me. But I ain’t gonna say he didn’t hurt me. ‘Cause seein’ ya like this….”

“Like what?”

Daryl cleared his throat and dropped his gaze. “Yer nose ain’t broken, jus’ bruised is all.”

“That’s good, I guess.”

“Mmm.” He stood up and started putting away all the first aid supplies.

He put a hand on each of your shoulders and said, “Get up now.”

You stood, and his hands went down your arms, squeezing the soft flesh there reassuringly. Then, he ducked his head and started untying the oversized flannel shirt that was around your waist. He shook it out and set it on the counter.

“Ya best get out of that dirty top and put that on instead. Then sit yerself down on the couch an’ put the TV on. It’ll keep ya distracted.”

You nodded dumbly, not quite sure how to process this assertive side of Daryl. He acted like he was an expert on this whole thing, and his tone brooked no argument.

He left you alone in the bathroom again, and you pulled off your ruined v-neck t-shirt and stepped out of your jeans. The flannel button up was too large for you--you’d bought it for that very reason--yet it felt nice as the warm fabric swallowed you up and hung down to your knees.

Before going to the couch like you were told, you slipped into John’s bedroom.

While your brother wasn’t exactly skinny, he wasn’t curvy either. As you rummaged through his clothes, you heard Daryl doing something in the kitchen. You sank onto the edge of the bed and sighed. Your hopes of finding a pair of shorts that might fit you were dashed. Not even his joggers or stretchy athletic shorts would go up past your hips.

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt and realized you weren’t showing any more leg than you might when wearing a summer dress or one of your suit skirts to work. Like Daryl had said, the fight was going out of you, and that apparently meant your fashion sense, too. You found yourself too tired to care, so you left John’s room and found your way to his couch.

By the time Daryl had come out of the kitchen, you had turned on John’s TV and found an old movie playing on one of his stolen cable channels. Cary Grant ran around the screen, making wide eyes for the camera and chasing after Katherine Hepburn. But when Daryl walked in, all your attention was on him. He was carrying a tray of food over, and right away you realized he’d warmed you up your favorite soup and poured you a glass of water.

“Dare, you didn’t need to do all this for me.”

He put the food down on the coffee table, next to you, then he sat on the other end of the couch. He never looked your way, and his eyes were now staring straight at the TV.

“This the one with the tiger?” he murmured.

You picked up the bowl of soup and watched him as you blew on the hot meal. “It’s a leopard.”

“Smartass.” His gaze flickered to you, a smirk on his lips, making you smile, but he quickly looked away to stare at the TV again.

You watched as Daryl made himself comfortable on the couch, sinking deep into the cushion and spreading out his legs. “Manspreading” they called it in your HEAS group. Sometimes men on the public bus would do this, driving you bonkers when the bus was already cramped. But you didn’t mind seeing Daryl do it. It gave him an air of dominance and masculinity that set your heart beating quickly in anticipation.

Not that Daryl noticed. He sat there, legs spread wide, biting his thumb with all his attention riveted on Cary Grant.

Your stomach rumbled, so you started eating your soup and sipping on your water. When you finished, you set the tray on the coffee table and noticed a blanket on the couch. Wrapping it around yourself, you rested your head on the armrest and let your eyes drift closed.

Daryl struggled not to gape at your legs, your thick, gorgeous thighs peeking out from under your shirt. The thoughts he was having were worse than the ones from this morning, a phenomenon he didn’t know was possible until this moment.

You’d had the shit beaten out of you, and yet all he could think of was your thighs wrapped around his waist, or his face buried in their apex with his mouth sucking the life out of you.

He forced himself to look away, but the image of your thighs pressing together, moving subtly as you ate your soup had him hard in an instant. He shouldn’t be feeling this way, not with you all vulnerable like that. But he couldn’t get thoughts of you out of his mind. All he wanted was to hold you close again. He didn’t even need to kiss you or put his hands all over you, anything like that. But he did feel like he needed your soft warmth gathered up in his arms, your breath arcing across the bare skin of his chest.

But even that felt like asking too much.

He forced himself to focus on the movie, watching the two idiots chase a leopard from one place to the next. If it’d been him, Baby would’ve been already trapped and on her way back to the zoo. Did anyone on this movie even research feline predators? All you needed was some quick moving prey and the giant cat would’ve been locked up in no time.

The movie ended and another began, this one Arsenic and Old Lace, and from the corner of his eye, Daryl noticed you covering yourself up with his blanket and resting your head on the arm of the couch. It was good that you felt like sleeping. He knew you had to be tired from all that had happened, and to see you relaxed enough to close your eyes made him relieved, happy even.

The world was quiet, and your body was drifting off into oblivion when suddenly your nose was hitting the dashboard again. You jerked awake, sweating and breathless, and with no sense of your immediate surroundings.

Something--someone--grabbed your hand and started rubbing your knuckles. You looked up to find Daryl watching you as he slid closer to you on the couch.

“C’mere,” he whispered, pulling you to sit against him as he wrapped his arm around you. “I gotcha. Yer alrigh’.”

“I’m sorry,” you said in a quiet voice, but as Daryl held you close, you no longer meant that apology. His strength and warmth wrapped around you, and you felt at home nestled against him, his heartbeat thumping in your ear.

“You sure this is alright?” you whispered, worried that you might be invading his space.

“It’s more’n alrigh’,” he said, squeezing your shoulder. “‘Sides, yer bein’ too stingy with this blanket.” He rearranged the soft blanket so that it now covered both of you. Then he took your injured hand and rested it on his stomach, keeping it from being accidentally squished as he held you.

You’d dreamed and hoped of Daryl holding you like this a million times before, but to have it happen didn’t have you swooning like you’d expected. Instead, it just felt right. Complete. Like this was how it was supposed to be with him all the time.

You wanted to confess your feelings to him, to tell him you loved him and wanted to be with him always. But what if he still didn’t feel the same? What if he still wasn’t ready for that? It would be so incredibly selfish of you to take advantage of his kindness, his gentle affection. So you wouldn’t. Daryl didn’t deserve that from you, especially not after all he’d done to take care of you in the past two hours. You nestled close to him and closed your eyes. This time you fell asleep peacefully.

After you went to sleep, Daryl watched you until his own eyes drifted closed. He didn’t wake up until sometime later when he felt you stirring in his arms. You sat up a bit, and he blinked sleep from his eyes as he watched you by the light of the television.

“I should let you go,” you said. “So you can get a good night’s sleep.”

You started to pull away from him, but Daryl instinctively pulled you back against him. Tendrils of hair fell over his eyes, but he met your gaze with his own, silently begging you not to leave him. He squeezed your shoulder, but then he froze, stricken silent as you lifted your hand.

Your fingers gently moved his hair from his eyes and tucked it behind his ear. He held his breath as your gentle touch traced along the edge of his ear then toyed with the ends of his hair.

“I’ve put you out enough,” you said, voice soft. “You take the bed. I’ll stay out here.”

For a moment he was lost in your touch, still frozen in place, heart pounding in his chest. He wanted this, but he wanted so much more, not just your fingers, but your hand, your arms, your lips, every part of you. He wanted to hold you in his arms forever, protect you from Blaire, from the whole world if he had to. He wanted the rest of his life to be like this--minus your injuries--with you both falling asleep right next to each other and waking up the same way.

He only managed to say, “Don’t,” letting his voice finally convey the longing he felt.

You let his hair slip through your fingers. His body practically screamed at the loss of your touch.

“Did I hurt you?” you asked

He knew what it meant to hurt, deep inside and on every part of his body. He’d bear each hurt willingly, if it meant you’d be his. You could hurt him a thousand times over, and he’d still love you. But what he could not bear was this addiction. If you touched him again--gently, lovingly, like he mattered--he knew he’d spend his whole life in turmoil, wanting--needing--your touch, again and again.

You pulled your hand away, and he grabbed your wrist, his reflexes reacting before he could tamper them. He gently pulled on your arm, bringing you back to him, but even closer now. His other arm found the small of your back, turning you slightly so that your breasts and belly pressed against his body, all those soft, wonderful curves making him yearn and need in a way he never thought possible.

His other hand still held your wrist. He brought your hand to his face, close to his lips. Taking a deep breath, he pressed a kiss to your index finger. His gaze stayed on your hand, its trembling fingers the only part of you he was brave enough to look at. He kissed your middle finger, then your ring finger, hearing little sighs escape your mouth. He grew braver with each second that passed and you didn’t pull your hand away. After kissing each fingertip, he held your hand, guided it back to the nape of his neck and placed it there.

His heartbeat did not let up, but somehow, he moved slowly, uncertainty and longing warring within him. You threaded your fingers in his hair once again, and the fingertips he’d just kissed caressed his scalp. He stifled a moan of need--that innocent touch alone setting him on fire.

He forced himself to raise his eyes, to look at you. What he found shook him to his core.

On your face was a blissful smile. Your eyes met his and they shined with happiness. The sight was so beautiful that for a moment he forgot about your bruised nose and cut cheek. Instead, he saw his whole life in your smile, all the years before and the years yet to come.

How selfish it was of him to want more than this moment.

“You best be goin',” he whispered, voice wavering.

“Then let go of me.”

He held you tighter.

“You want this, too?” you asked.

Daryl almost felt like he was floating, lost in a dream. The only thing keeping him anchored was your weight on top of him and your hand in his hair.

“Daryl?” you whispered.

His free hand reached for your nape, mirroring your touch, but going farther and angling your head toward his mouth.

“Ain’t right what I want. The way I wanna hold ya, kiss ya, make ya mine. Ain’t right.”

“What if I want that, too?”

He whispered your name, voice cracking. “Don’ say shit ya don’ mean.”

You shifted, lining your body up with his until you were almost in his lap. “You said yourself I’m no good at lyin’.”

“I don’ wanna hurt ya, sweetheart. Not after what ya been through.” His voice was shaky.

You cupped his jaw and forced him to look at you. “Daryl Dixon, I have been yours since I was in the seventh grade, and I have spent the last decade and half waiting for you to realize that. Whether it’s tonight, tomorrow night, or a year from now, however long I have to wait, I’ll always be yours. I promise.”

His heart beat so fast, he almost expected it to burst out of his chest and fly across the room. At the same time, your words soothed his soul, wrapping around the broken pieces of himself and tying them back together.

He cleared his throat, and slowly closed the distance between you to press his lips to your forehead. A gentle sigh escaped your lips, and he kissed you again, this time on your unmarred cheek, and finally the corner of your mouth.

“Oh, Dare,” you breathed.

He was ready to let you go, but then you closed your eyes and kissed him right on the mouth.

Daryl could not hold onto you tight enough as your lips molded to his own. He kissed you back like he’d never kissed anyone before. His whole life spread out before him, and there you were in every part of it, every secret corner and every forgotten wish. He found it all in your kiss.

All too soon you pulled away, but just enough to look him in the eyes.

He took in every detail of your face, from the small crinkles in your smiling eyes to all the bruising and hurt you’d endured tonight, and he found himself gazing at you in wonderment.

You said, “Didn’t you know? All those times I watched you working on bikes and cars? All the times I followed you and John around like a lovesick puppy? Chasing after you? Asking you to the bar?”

Daryl could scarce believe your words. By the time you were old enough for him to see you for the woman you were, you’d gone off to college. When you got back, all you dated were those college boys with their creased slacks and polo shirts and BMWs. Men so unlike Daryl that they may as well be another species altogether.

And all that time you wanted him?

His thumb traced your bottom lip. “‘M sorry ‘bout what happened to ya,” he murmured. “If I’d gone with ya like ya asked…” then you would’ve never been hurt in the first place. If he’d said yes a year ago, two months ago, nothing like this would’ve happened to you.

“Oh, honey,” you sighed, “it’s not your fault. Not my fault. It’s Blaire’s fault. Besides, I’m not sorry it happened, not now. Are you?”

Daryl kissed you again, then peppered the uninjured parts of your face with soft pecks. “Can’t say that I am,” he admitted. He cupped your jaw and grazed his thumb on your cheek. “‘M still gonna knock ‘im on his sorry ass next time I see ‘im. Time after that, too. Get to be he won’ know up from down.”

“Alrigh’, Dare, you do that. “Don’t forget to thank him for me, though. ‘Cause kissing you made it all worth it.”

Daryl kissed you again, and again, and each time you met him where he was. Throughout the night, you both got lost in each other until you fell asleep, holding onto each other until morning.

The End (?)

Thank you for reading. I hope you found some joy and comfort in this story!

I have a possible epilogue in mind, but it requires me to do something that I find super difficult to do, which is to write a sex scene. I want to see what kind of response this story gets before I put myself through that struggle. If I feel like people are supporting me, my motivation and self confidence to write such a scene will make it less daunting. So please let me know your thoughts and wishes! 🙏🙏

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STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME. . .

KAT HERNANDEZ x FEM! READER

WARNINGS !! drinking, partying, sweet—tooth fluff at the end—

REQUEST: @she-is-my-unrequited-love34 requested. . . could i make a request for kat, like the reader is completely into her but she doesn't believe her since she plays games with other girls?

DEAR REQUESTER, thank you for your patience and time! and again, let my last request, if you have any complaints or want it to be re-done, let me know and i'll get to it!! hope you enjoy reading!!

(takes place between episode 4 — 6 !!)

a breakdown of what was going on during kat and (reader)'s life would be needed now.

first, kat has big fucking feelings for her best friend that flirts with every girl in their school. second, they went to the carnival together and were going to spend the rest of their nights together before kat found her talking with her ex-girlfriend. and third, they still haven't talked as kat gave up trying to express any feelings of love for her, distancing and ignoring her existence.

but, you know what? (reader) didn't really want to worry about that right now. she wanted to drink away her sorrows and worries that her and her crush might not get together.

and that's what she did. she dressed as an injured and fully clothed jessica from 'until dawn' and definitely was far from sober.

while kat dressed up as a nun and slowly started swallowing shots while ignoring (reader), who laid on the couch, holding the vodka bottle to her chest and stared up at kat from the armrest, slowly growing jealous at the conversation that ethan and kat were having. and her glare burning into ethan spoke a fuck ton about it.

ethan left kat, obviously feeling awkward about what they talked about. what did they talk about? but really, (reader) didn't really care.

kat turned back forward and noticed (reader)'s drunken gaze at her. it wasn't sexual or anything, just pure jealous and slight anger at kat.

kat just walked away from the counter, annoyed at her gaze as it followed her into the crowd kat went into.

a few minutes later, (reader) is in the crowd of drunken, smoking or horny teens that are dancing and swaying to the poppy music as she just stood there, the room slightly rotating as she walked through the crowd, still having a tight clutch onto the bottle.

she then bumped into someone without noticing, muttering a small 'sorry' as she looked to see who it was.

kat.

"sorry." kat tried walking away before (reader) grabbed her arm.

"what the fuck are you doing? let me go." (reader) let kat go but scoffed at her.

"so you could ignore me again?" (reader) tilted her head, a lazy but annoyed expression on her face.

"i'm not ignoring you, i just need some time alone from you."

"then why didn't you tell me?" (reader) was confused as she looked straight at kat but didn't get an answer from her.

"look, kat. . . i fucking love you. and i want to date. i wanna be with you but i can't if you're going to pretend i don't even exist." (reader) admitted to kat, loosening her grip on the clear, glass bottle but kat scoffed at her confession, thinking she was joking.

"(reader), you're drunk, you-" "i might be less than sober but i'm not drunk out of my mind to not remember what i'm saying to you."

(reader)'s chest raised up and down as her anxiety spiked through the air as the two held eye contact.

"just. . . please. i love you." (reader) let out a breathy sentence, now staring at kat's lips with want to kiss them.

kat didn't believe her though, shaking her head at (reader).

"this isn't some fucking game. you don't get to play with my feelings." kat held an angry expression on her face as she spoke, frowning at her.

(reader) sighed as she gently cupped kat's face, inching closer and closer to her face.

"are you ok with this?" kat was frozen before nodding a little as (reader) pressed her lips against hers, kissing her as she grabbed onto her waist.

"now do you believe me?" (reader) whispered, pressing their noses against each other.

kat didn't answer as she pulled herself onto (reader)'s lips again as the vodka bottle fell, smashing into the ground as 'still don't know my name' by labrinth played in the background.

the two separated again, holding onto each other, everything around them feeling hazy, just the two of them holding each other. it genuinely felt unreal as (reader) started to finally feel the vodka rushing into her head.

but to (reader), it didn't matter. to her, all that mattered was kat and her. only them.

AUTHORS NOTE, hello again!! sorry if this kinda sucked again and to my requester, again, if you want it to be redone, please let me know so i can do that for you but thank you for reading!!

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WIP Whenever | Tagged by @vampireninjabunnies-blog | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @poisonedtruth @nightbloodraelle @detectivelokis @strangefable @shegetsburned @nightwingshero @jacobsneed @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @euryalex and anyone with something to share <3

Moving onto the serious scenes (or as serious as I can keep them), another snippet from Chapter 6, where Sabrina just can't catch a damn break. # should have burned that red sketchbook, my girl

John moved closer to the fridge, examining the polaroids hanging on it, his fingers touching the paper butterflies. "Do you wish you never came to Hope County, Deputy?", he spoke up suddenly, staring at the acceptance letter from Whitehorse. "I do. But if I've learned anything, it's that when life has something planned out, it would find a way to make it happen no matter how much you try to stop it. So I would have ended up here no matter what." "God or life?" "Whatever you want to call it.", Sabrina cleared her throat, "Any chance I can shower before we go rummaging through years worth of mostly shitty memories?" John nodded, his eyes unreadable. "You can stay here."

After another silent nod from him, Sabrina left the kitchen. Savannah was still in the living room where they had left her, now watching a movie from her DVD collection. She beamed at Sabrina when she saw her nearing. "Rin-Rin, I'm so glad you're home." "Me too, pumpkin. Let me hug you again." Her sister rushed over, and as she enveloped her in a hug, Sabrina whispered, "You stay on the couch, I'm going to shower, you don't go anywhere without me, okay?" "Okay." "And no more throwing things at John, unless he does something to deserve it." Savannah giggled, "I promise." She sparred one more look towards the kitchen before heading upstairs. Once she was in the bathroom she quickly stepped out of the borrowed clothes and into the shower. The hot water felt heavenly on her skin, but she didn't allow herself to waste too much time, too worried about Savannah and how they'd get out of this mess. She wrapped a towel around her body and attempted to dry her hair with another on her way out of the bathroom. Sabrina attempted to swing the door open, but it only moved a little bit before it made impact with something. What the hell? She pushed again. "You trying to kill me with a door now, Deputy?", his amused words carried through the crack. Her hand froze on the doorhandle. "Why are YOU standing there and blocking the door?", she deadpanned. "Your sister was giving me strange looks, so I thought I'd wait for you here. It was that or barging into your bedroom." "Or you could have stayed in the kitchen." He sighed, "I told you-" "Following instructions. Should be simple, John. We agree on 5 minutes, you rush in and scare my sister before I even have the chance to find her. Then I ask if I can shower while you wait-" "I'd rather we argue face to face, Deputy." "Do I even want to know why." "It's more entertaining." "One, you're the one that was basically blocking the door, forcing me to talk you like this. Two, I need you to go back downstairs." Silence, then he asked, "Why?" Sabrina rubbed her temples, "I need to grab clothes from my room and change, I expected you to be in the KITCHEN as we agreed." "Deputy-" Fuck this. Sabrina was over it, she tried the door again, shocked he actually had moved back allowing it to open fully. She could tell he was taken by surprise and when she exited the bathroom, his blue eyes darkened as they ran over her barely covered form. She clutched her towel for dear life, trying to ignore the look on his face as she breezed past him, headed straight for her bedroom and once inside, she slammed the door for good measure. She rested her back against it, releasing the breath she was holding. Unbelievable. "Still not trying to seduce me?", he called out from the hallway. "Pushing your luck, AGAIN." "I'm not worried, Deputy." Sabrina rolled her eyes, deciding to not respond, knowing he'd just keep the argument going forever otherwise. She opened her wardrobe, settling for a gray sweater and a pair of light blue jeans. She got dressed and headed back out, finding John standing right where she left him. "Deputy-" "I seriously have no more energy for this, whatever it is." "I'm sorry." The confusion must have been all over her face because he quickly added, "For scaring your sister." "It really could have been avoided." "I know." "You're lucky she didn't hit you in the face.", was all she could reply before she pulled down the ladder leading up to the attic where all her old notebooks were stored. "The boxes are all up there.", she explained as she climbed up, John following close behind. Most of the storage space was occupied by old pieces of furniture and items that belonged to Ms. Darcy's late son. Sabrina's eyes zeroed in on the boxes they needed, all labeled and unopened. "I used to keep them all in my room, but with time I had so many, I ended up keeping the most recent ones there and the rest packed up."

John was looking at the boxes, a strange expression marred his features. Without a word he picked up a box, heading down and into her bedroom. By the time she caught up with him he was already cutting through the tape, using none other than her own knife. From the moment she admitted to him about her visions and the notebooks she kept, one thing was at the forefront of her mind when they'd reach the cabin: making sure he doesn't get his hands on a certain old sketchbook. That one I wouldn't like to explain at all. Problem was, she had no idea which box it would be in nor if she'd have the opportunity to hide it before he comes across it. John was rummaging through the notebooks when she spotted the familiar worn-out red cover with a black butterfly on it. Fuck. The one thing he wasn't supposed to see had captured his interest. He was staring at the sketchbook in his hands intently, his fingers running over the leather surface. Don't. Put it down with the rest. Like it's nothing. She held herself back from reacting, from snatching it from his hands, knowing that would only raise more suspicion in him. Seconds felt like hours. And he opened it. Flipping page after page. "These are just old sketches, nothing of significance, I would say.", she miraculously managed to keep her voice steady, while her heart sped up in anticipation of the disaster to be unleashed. She could sense the exact moment he reached the point of no return. From how first confusion clouded his expression then realization settled in as John raised his head from the page, his piercing eyes making her blood freeze as they met hers. "What is this, Deputy?", his voice was low, incredulous. She shook her head, "I-I- nothing, just sketches." All dated, all related to you. How am I getting out of this one?! The pages rustled as he flipped forward through the sketches, the sound so loud in the silence, it cut straight into her. "Sabrina. This is not NOTHING.", his voice rose, and involuntarily, she flinched at his tone. Yes. No way he's dropping this one. Fuck my life. His eyes had gone dark, anger hiding in the blue depths. Her fight or flight response kicked in as she took quick steps backwards, putting space between them, until she reached the door, her hand grabbing the knob. Her throwing knives were past him in one of the drawers, her boots she had left by the front door with his blade still inside, all options for fighting seemed out of reach. When he got no response from her John threw the sketchbook on the ground and in a blur he was in front of her, caging her in between his arms, her back resting against wooden door. His eyes searched hers, as he said, "You have some explaining to do, Deputy." She shook her head. "Words, Sabrina."

"No. There's nothing to tell." "Oh, but there is, starting with how fun was it for you to toy with me-" Sabrina narrowed her eyes, "I wasn't toying with you." "YES", he said it loudly, full of conviction and in the same tone he used in his cursed broadcasts. John reached out, grabbing a strand of her damp hair and tucking it behind her ear, the touch sending shivers up her spine. His nearness was confusing and overwhelming her senses in the exact moment where she needed them most. His face was so close to hers, their noses almost touching, his hot breath brushing across her lips as he spoke. "Now, Sabrina, how do you have sketches of my tattoos before I even had them?" She shook her head again, set on keeping her secret. "Words, Sabrina." "No. It's nothing. Just drop it." A dark laugh escaped him. "Try again. You promised me knowledge." "Some things are better left unsaid." She tried twisting the knob and failed, the sound carrying through the silence, letting him know of her plan. John's hand covered hers. "I will ask again. Last time. How is it possible? I want you to say it." Sabrina tried to keep her composure intact, cursing the hope she had in the man from her visions, the one that stood in front of her asking her to confess was different. Dead set on making her confirm his suspicions when it would do neither of them any good. "There is nothing to tell.", she repeated, putting emphasis on each word. Breathe. Focus. You're okay. Whatever John saw on her face made him release her hand and back away, putting space between them yet again. The mask of indifference slipped back on. "Fine, Deputy. As you wish. One day you're going to tell me everything. I got my answer either way."

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Please, Don’t Go: A Nessian Fanfic

Author’s note: For Nessian Week Day 6 (Prompt: What If?) I’ve decided to do a different variation of After the bog scene where Cassian takes care of Nesta (This is more fluff then smut)

Cassian had thought he had tasted true fear, thought he had grown accustomed to it in his 500 years of life, but nothing-nothing had equated to the fear he had felt in that bog, when he had found Nesta and couldn’t find her. When she had popped out of the water, raising like the goddess of death only to collapse in his arms after she took that Gods damned mask off.

Cassian landed hard on the ground, an unconscious Nesta still in his arms as he rushed into the moon palace, voices following him as he passed shadowed figures, thinking of her and her alone. His Nesta. His-

“Cassian!” A voice as dark as the night shouted, but he couldn’t see past it, could see past the blinding fear that had grasped him by the throat, she had to be okay-she had to.

He could still hear it, the beating of her heart, her breath on his chest, but he shoved all the belongings off the first couch he saw and deposited her on it.

“Clothes.” Cassian growled out, looking at her wet leathers. “She needs to get out of these wet clothes. get me towels or something to warm her up!” Cassian growled out, caressing her cheek, her skin still cold and clammy.

His heart pounded against his chest, knowing that he would not calm until she opened those eyes of hers.

“Come on, sweetheart. Wake up.” He murmured to her, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Cassian, we can-” A voice started, pressing a hand to his shoulder as he turned cold eyes to him, baring his teeth at them as he growled,

“Don’t touch her.”

Feyre’s face caught the light, her eyes so familiar to Nesta’s widening in shock as Rhys stiffened beside her, contemplating whether or not he should step in.

Cassian held his breath as he heard a choking noise from beside him as he turned to Nesta, water spewing from her mouth as she twisted, vomiting water and slug from her mouth coughing and spurting, Cassian surging forward to assist her by patting her back.

He heard Feyre muttering something about getting towels as Nesta gasped trying to catch her breath, her eyes widening as she clutched onto Cassian’s leathers, her whole body trembling.

Cassian didn’t think, he just moved as he pulled Nesta down to him, holding onto her as he lent her his body for warmth, clinging onto her for dear life before Feyre came back with blankets.

Cassian took them from her arms, enveloping Nesta with them before he lifted her up. Glancing at Rhys,

“I’m going to tend to her, I need a room for us, some food sent up, and a few herbal remedies for cuts and bruises.” Cassian instructed, Nesta looking as if she were about to protest, before she decided against it and Feyre told him there was an unoccupied room upstairs at the second last door to the right.

He took Nesta upstairs, finding the room as he opened the door, shutting it tightly behind him as Nesta said,

“You could put me down now. I’m fine.”

Setting her down gently, he took in her torn clothes, the dirt on her skin, and the scratches blooming over her exposed body and her face, including ones beside her mouth.

Moving forward, Cassian traced the cuts beside her mouth with his thumb, feeling his body tremble with murderous rage.

“If you hadn’t killed that Kelpie, I would have torn it apart with my bare hands.”

Nesta turned away, her throat bobbing as she responded,

“I should have stayed up in the tree like you asked me too.”

Cassian stiffened slightly,

“What-What happened to you ], Nes. Before the Kelpie dragged you into the water.”

“I-I thought you were-I thought you were in danger, and I-”

Cassian tilted up her chin, glancing into those beautiful blue-gray eyes of hers,

“My life doesn’t matter as much as your safety Nes.” He told her, as Nesta shook her head in disagreement,

“You’re life matters just as much as anyone else’s Cassian, if you had-”

Her voice caught as Cassian heard a knock on the door,

“Wait here. I’ll get it.” His eyes flickered to the leathers. “Go ahead and get out of your clothes if you’re comfortable with me assisting you, if not I think Feyre is bringing a few clothes and I can wait elsewhere as you bathe.”

Nesta nodded as Cassian made his way to the door, opening it to see Azriel at the other end, holding the supplies that Cassian had asked for,

Azriel’s gaze flickered to the room beyond as he asked,

“Is she doing alright?”

“A little bit shaken up, but I’m going to make sure that she’s taken care of tonight.” Cassian relayed to him, sure that Azriel would pass on the information to Rhys and Feyre.

Azriel nodded, bidding Cassian a good night as Cassian went to set the tray of food and bags of other supplies down on the table as his eyes flickered to Nesta.

She had stripped herself out of the leathers, her undergarments still clinging to her as her gaze snagged on Cassian.

“Did you decide?” He asked as she nodded,

“Can you-Can you help me get into the bathtub? My body is still stiff.”

Cassian nodded, “I’ll drawl you the bath if you want to finish getting undressed.”

Nesta nodded as Cassian turned to the enormous tub at the side of the room, drawling Nesta a bath, adding some bubbles and scented oils to her water before he sensed her presence, turning to see her exposed body before him.

Cassian’s throat bobbed, telling himself to calm down, that he was taking care of her tonight and nothing else as he stood, outstretching his hand as she took it and he helped her down the steps, careful not to hit one of her scratches as she sunk down into it.

She exhaled in relief, the water hitting her breast as she tilted her head back, glancing at him, taking in the state of his own leathers.

“Did they not give you a change of clothing as well?” She asked him, he hadn’t been thinking of himself when he had asked for a change of clothes.

“I didn’t consider it, I was thinking about tending to you first and foremost.”

Nesta glanced at him, concern flickering over her own gaze.

“You can join me in here, get clean.”

He glanced at himself, at the dirt and grim on his skin, he knew he was in desperate need of a bath as well, but the thought of being inside of the tub with Nesta-especially when she was injured-

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He heard himself saying as she told him,

“This bathtub is big enough for the both of us.” She observed.

“Did you really want to deal with me in the bathtub with my massive wings?”

“We’ll make due. i can even help you wash them-if-if that’s what you want.”

“Are you sure?” He asked her, she nodded in assurance as Cassian stood, stripping himself of his leathers as his gaze feel upon Nesta who glanced up at him, her eyes roaming him as she stopped at his length.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to-”

Cassian took the stairs, careful to avoid his wings brushing against her scratches as Nesta glanced at him, Lust filling those eyes as Cassian grabbed the shampoo by the edge of the tub, squeezing a generous amount of shampoo in his hands as he rubbed them together, gesturing for Nesta to turn around.

She wet her hair as Cassian tried his best not to stare at her bare back, the freckles making their own constellations on her skin as he worked the shampoo in her hair, making sure it was properly cared for as he ran his hands through the tangles of her hair, making sure to get every inch of it as she relaxed into him, the feeling so natural that it nearly made Cassian hold his breath at the physical contact.

She took a deep breath, grabbing a basin by the tub as she poured it over her hair, Cassian observing it as he asked,

“Is there-a reason you use a basin?”

Nesta stiffened slightly at the question as she glanced around seeming to come to a decsion as she replied,

“It took me a while to get used to bathtubs after the cauldron-I-stil;l can’t stand putting my head in the water.”

Something pulled at Cassian’s soul, sorrow filling him as the memory of Nesta being dragged into the cauldron, of him not being able to fulfil his oath and save her, still haunted his dreams to this day.

Cassian wasn’t sure what had overtook him at that moment, but he pulled Nesta into his embrace, not caring if the leftover shampoo on her hair had gotten onto him from the skin to skin contact as she glanced up at him, her lips near inches from his own, all it would take was a slight shift in their stance for them to come together, but this was not the moment where Cassian wanted to be inside her, to share her body with her. Now, this time-this time was for her.

He pulled away slightly from her grabbing the basin as he ran it through her hair again, making sure he got everything before he grabbed the conditioner, running it through her hair, untangling it as he went as he felt Nesta’s soft moans fall from her lips.

He wet her hair, making sure there was enough conditioner left over in it to avoid tangles as she turned to him, oils in her hand as Cassian’s gaze flickered to it.

“Will you-”

“Of course.” He answered taking them as he worked the oils into her skin, stopping by her breast as he noticed her peaked nipples, waiting for his touch.

Cassian ran his hands over them, messaging the oil into her breast as she winced slightly, he halted.

“The cuts.” She explained,

“Did you want me to keep going?” He asked as she nodded,

He continued to work oil into her skin, loving the feel of her underneath his hands. She pressed into him, the oils making her skin slick as her mouth dropped slightly.

“Cassian-”

“Can you help me wash my hair?” He interjected throwing Nesta off, but sex was the last thing on his mind right now. Right now all he wanted was to take care of her.

“Sure.” She answered as Cassian knelt down beside her, making sure she could get to his hair at an angle that avoided his wings as she washed his hair, massaging his scalp.

When they were done with his hair, Cassian turned to her as her gaze flickered to his wings,

“Can I wash-”

“You’ll have to be gentle.” He told her, knowing that if she hit his wings just right-.

“I will. I promise.”

Grasping the oils, Nesta gently ran his hands over his wings, careful to avoid the parts he told her not to touch, knowing that if she did he would want nothing more than to ravage her all night and never leave that bed until they were both sated.

Cassian fought back a small moan of pleasure as he reveled in the feel of Nesta’s hands on his wings, keeping the thought of wingplay in the back of his mind for later.

Once she was finished, Cassian thanking the Mother that he was not quick off the mark tonight, he turned toward her, glancing at her before asking.

“Are you ready to get out?” He asked her.

She nodded as Cassian got out of the bath first, assisting Nesta up before he helped wrap her in a towel, snaking a towel on his waist before her eyes flickered to the night dress Feyre had brought for her

“Did you not ask for clothes for yourself? You were also in the bog.”

Nesta ran a hand over her hair glancing between him and the clothes.

“You can go ahead and get dressed in your room if that’s what you want. I can take care of myself.”

“I can get dressed and come back. Unless you wish to be alone for the night.”

Contemplation passed through Nesta’s gaze as she bit her bottom lip,

“I know what I should probably say, but what I should say and what I want to say are two totally separate things.”

Cassian stepped closer, closing the distance between them as he asked,

“And what did you want to say, Nes?”

“That I want you to stay.” She whispered.

“Then I’ll stay.”

Nesta nodded, dropping her towel in between the two of them as Cassian gazed down at the beautiful force which was her.

His breath hitched up slightly as he felt his own towel drop, her eyes flickering down to him with a smile, before she strode over to where the clothes were letting Cassian let out a deep breath. Calm down. He had to calm down or else he didn’t know where this would lead to.

“I should probably get a change of clothes first.” He told her.

“Do you not prefer to sleep naked?” She asked him. “I know i do.”

Cassian sent a prayer up to the mother as Nesta sat down, her body on full display to him as his was to her before he took a seat next to her, the aroma of the food that had been laid out between them wafting through his nose.

She ate her food, offering Cassian half of it as they ate, careful to avoid spilling any of the food onto their skin, when they were finished, Cassian gestured to Nesta to sit closer to him , she did so without any hesitation as Cassian grabbed the vials of medicine, tending to each and every one of her cuts as he worked metrically with his hands, remembering every cut and bruise to memory, reminding himself that this was why he had to keep her safe.

Her blue-gray eyes fell onto him as he worked, watching him with that careful gaze of hers, before grasping his hands, pausing him in his work.

“I think we got it all.” She mused as Cassian sat back, she sat up reaching her hand down to him as he took it, standing up as she said,

“I’m tired. Will you-Will you stay the night?”

“Of course.” Cassian answered as Nesta made her way to the bed, Cassian was about to pull up a chair with a couple of blankets on it so he could sleep and keep watch next to her, but she shook her head.

“The bed is big enough for the both of us.”

Cassian nodded, gathering his courage as Nesta pulled back the covers sliding into the enormous bed as Cassian slid in beside her, careful not to touch her unless she specifically asked him too.

She turned on her side, glancing at him as she said,

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight.” She told him as he gave her a gentle smile.

“I’ll always take care of you, Nes. Now let’s get some sleep, there’s a lot we need to discuss in the morning.” He said, about to reach over for the light as she grasped his arm.

“Would you mind...holding me?”

“I don’t mind at all, Sweetheart.” He told her as he flipped off the fae light and pulled her in closer to his embrace letting her soak in the warm embrace of his body as he played with her hair.

“Cassian.” She mused as he glanced down at her,

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“When we get back to the house I’ll let you fuck me on every surface.”

He smirked at that leaning forward to gently brush his lips against hers,

“I’m looking forward to it, Sweetheart, Now get some rest.”

She smiled as Cassian felt sleep tug at the edge of his conscience and he feel asleep in Nesta’s embrace.

@nessianweek

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softieekayy · 2 years

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Comfort

Steven grant x Shivangi x Marc Spector

Word count: 1077

Shivangi stood in front of what she believed was Marc’s door, a paper clutched in her leather gloves hand and the other holding onto her suitcase. She checked the address twice before she was sure it was correct, now, she was nervous. Thoughts of Marc not wanting her there invaded her mind before she shrugged them off. Knocking on the door three times before an accented voice came from inside. That was not Marc. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the door was swung open by Marc who looked as confused as she did.

“Marc?” Shivangi’s voice was hesitant as she questioned the man who looked like him. “Er, can I help you?” He was kind, that was a given. “Are you not Marc Spector? Or a sibling of his? You see, he gave me this address to come to when I came to London but now I don’t know where he is and I’m standing in front of a man who looks just like him and I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.” Her little rant was cut short when she realized that she hadn’t given her name to the man and she didn’t know his either. “I’m Shivangi, a friend of Marc’s.” Extending her hand out for him to grasp onto in a loose handshake. “Steven Grant.” God, could his voice get any sweeter than it was. “Oh” was all she could before she could turn around to leave, Steven grasped onto her upper arm and pulled her into the apartment. “Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was squeaky as he apologized to her and all Shivangi could do was pat his shoulder before giving him a soft smile.

“So uh- have you got a place to stay?” At this, Shivangi blanked out. She was supposed to stay here with Marc but now she wasn’t so sure. Steven being the sweetheart that he is, he mentioned that the apartment next to him is empty and that a book store near his work was hiring. Shivangi beamed up at Steven and he swore that his heart skipped a few beats. He was already falling for this woman. They both went downstairs to talk to the landlord, who didn’t care much about who moved in. It was a quick deal, Shivangi showed all the necessary paperwork and paid the deposit and a month's rent up front. She had money, too much of it. Some given to her by Layla and the rest that was left to her from her parents. Steve helped Shivangi with her suitcases and bid her a small goodbye at the door, putting his hand forward for a handshake, Shivangi pulled him into a hug. Steven was overcome by the scent of Sandalwood and Jasmine. It was a soothing scent, there was also a hint of incense buried deep in her hair. Shivangi was calming, like the rainfall on an early Saturday morning.

It was two weeks after that she was in her apartment when she heard loud pounding in her door. Quickly getting up and stumbling around, Shivangi reached the door only to find Marc in front of her. Shivangi pulled Marc inside quickly before seating him on her couch and sitting down beside him. There was an air of awkwardness that surrounded the two for a split second. It vanished just as quick though. “So uh, I assume you met Steven.” Shivangi giggled at this, he was very helpful. “Yes I did, I have an idea as to who he is, Marc but I’d like to hear it from you” Shivangi stood up now, walking over to the dead flowers in her kitchen. She frowned before taking the flowers in her hand and muttering something under her breath. They were alive again, as if they were recently plucked. Marc watched Shivangi in amazement. She truly could give life to anything and everything.

Turning around towards Marc, Shivangi waited for him to speak. “Steven, he’s something I created. When I was young, I didn’t have the best childhood, my mom, she was abusive. I created Steven to get away from that. To believe that a part of me still loved her.” Shivangi frowned at this, walking over and pulling Marc into the tightest hug he’s been in. He didn’t even realize before he was sobbing into Shivangi’s shoulder. The younger girl was basically sitting in his lap as he caressed her hands through his hair. 20 minutes later Marc was sound asleep in her arms. He looked youthful, with less worry on his face. Shivangi laid him down to sleep on the couch, throwing her favourite blanket atop of him before walking into the kitchen and getting started on dinner.

Two hours later Marc woke up to a really mouthwatering smell coming from the kitchen. He got up with the blanket still wrapped around him and walked towards the kitchen. Shivangi was there. Her hair was tied up in a claw clip, a few loose strands of hair framing her face and she had an all white ensemble going on. Marc cleared his throat and caused Shivangi to jump. The shorter woman turned around to glare at him before directing him to sit down and that dinner was ready. It was butter chicken and roti with some rice. Marc was drooling at the smell of the food, he would eat anything made by Shivangi, even if it killed him. Shivangi served him a plate before serving herself and sitting across from him.

She gestured to eat and he did. Marc moaned out from pleasure, this food, it was heaven sent. Just like Shivangi was. It was absolutely delicious. Marc looked up to Shivangi only to see her bright smile as she took a bite of the food. It truly was delicious. After dinner, Shivangi pulled out dessert and it shocked Marc how much she could do in two hours. Kunafa, an Egyptian dessert stuffed with cream.

It was delicious. Marc and Shivangi didn’t talk much, throughout the night. She pulled him to the couch where she put on a bad horror movie to laugh at. 4 hours and 3 movies later, both of them were passed out on the couch. Marc lay down with Shivangi directly on top of him like a weighted blanket. Shivangi has pulled up the blanket on both of them a while ago. It was a comforting night, exactly what Marc needed.

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cedarandstories · 1 year

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Why

James:

Today I stopped by that park downtown that I adore. The spring flowers have just begun to bloom, and I can see the leaves returning to the trees plotted all around the park. The water lilies dot the water right around the river’s edge, almost like it is from a Monet painting.

While I was there, I noticed a young mother trying to wrangle her son. The boy appeared to be around eleven or twelve. The age of defiance, why’s, and no’s. The son was stubborn and stood his ground in the face of his mother hissing harsh punishments to him if he failed to comply. Without context, I am sure some will blame the child for this interaction, wondering why the boy is being so difficult.

Frankly, I never understood why we’d blame a child when an adult clearly modeled and gave them these behaviors. It’s always sad to see how much we blame them for when we forget they had to have learned somewhere.

Seeing things like that always brings me back to when I was younger and having to deal with my own mother and what she had done. It reminds me of how little we see behind that closed door. That place always seemed scarier when she was there.

Once the door closed to the house, to that apartment, to the next apartment, you know you were at her mercy. You knew there was no escaping it. All you could do was grit your teeth and hope for a bit of mercy. You always welcomed when she went to bed early. You knew then for a fleeting few hours, you’d be at peace and safe. You cherished that little fleeting moment. It felt like seconds compared to the eons you spent enduring the pain, the fear, the worry, the anxiety.

The tactics often felt like they ramped up over time. The worst was sleep deprivation. That one was particularly painful James. It’s often hard to put it into words or lay out, but let me try my best.

9 PM - She arrives home and slams the door shut. Your breath shudders, and almost retreats back into you, almost like it's just as scared as you are.

11 PM - Cue the fight. The gaslighting. Calling you selfish. Worthless. Good for nothing. Waste of a son. The works. You stand tall and strong, your meager frame at ten years old tries in vain to withstand it. You look her dead in the eyes, letting everything in one ear and out the other. When she isn’t satisfied with that, she cuts deep. Deeper than a blade right in between your rib cage. No, she goes right through the heart.

1 AM - You’re not exhausted. Sorry, wait, you’re now exhausted. Maybe you got a small break in between screaming and crying that was forced onto you to break you down. Maybe not. Either way, this is usually when the exhaustion and pain and fear encircle you like a squad closing in on a target. When they strike, they hit hard. You finally break down. The first tears well up. You feel the strain and tension in your eyes and face. You struggle and thrash inside, trying to withstand it just a bit longer so you can go take a walk or go into your room to cry. Instead, it happens there. Your eyes well up, and flood right out. You curl up into the couch, sobbing. Unable to breathe, snot creeping down your chin. You’re embarrassed. Scared. Angry. Finally, you feel that cold backhand connect with your cheek.

Thwack!

2 AM - You look away, stunned, face red. You feel more tears come on, but that hard slap reconnects you to reality and reminds you of the current predicament and your pitiful existence. Instead, you harden up and finally face her. You’re still shaking, but manage to keep the gaze steady. Finally, she relents. You may sleep. Finally.

4 AM - You have finally settled into a peaceful slumber. You dream of something calming. Maybe you’re finally away from her. Or at a friend’s house. Those peaceful moments flutter away, replaced by the loud crash of your door swinging open. It’s her again. You feel yourself clutch your pillow tight, holding on for dear life. Not a stuffed animal, because you were too old for them at ten. The argument continues. You knew it was coming. You hoped and prayed it wouldn’t. You finally fooled yourself into thinking it wouldn’t happen today. But it did. Like always.

I used to wonder why people could do this. I’d wonder why people could stoop this low, especially for someone they are supposed to love. But love is a fickle word. Maybe they love you. Maybe they don’t. They sure do love the idea of you they have carved out for you. When you fail to meet it, then you aren’t loved. I am sure it’s simple in their minds. Maybe it isn’t.

I hope that boy eventually gets away from that situation I saw at the park. He’ll be amazed at how the world opens up with people love you, not the idea of you.

Yours,

Daniel

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itstheghostofmypast · 11 months

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Calling Backup

Choi San x (F)Reader

Genre: slight angst+fluff

Picture Credits- to rightful pic owner

A/N: currently in my Ateez delulu phase...only thing helping me cope with the stress of exams. Not like I have a list of requests to complete either🥸🤡 (not proof read)

Please enjoy

San had never been so confused before, at least not to this intensity, before him stood a sobbing Mingi and his very own girlfriend, clutching onto what looked like Mingi's phone. Now, during morning hours, or during their time at the company, especially in the practice room, between these mirror-cladded walls, she was their assistant media manager, not his girlfriend.

✨✨✨

The first time they were introduced to her had left him speechless. Never in a million years had he thought he would have seen her again, the same person he went to school with, the same person he went to class with and the very same person who he had tried to call by calling 119. Yes, that very person stood before them, coyly smiling at them and giving a slight bow after her introduction. It was clear as crystal to two people about the effect she had on him, although she seemed oblivious to it, Wooyoung (naturally), and Seonghwa. The latter male gave no reaction when their giant little boy almost choked on air when their eyes met, though Wooyoung had realised that he had hit the jackpot of 'messing with San'. From asking Y/N personal questions about her life to her casual likes and dislikes, only to get a reaction out of San. On a particular evening, after a concert had gone great, the team had decided to settle in their rented hut's living room, all gathered around the coffee table with an empty bottle of soju- symbolising their tipsy state.

San had decided to sit in between Wooyoung Mingi, for across him, he could get a clear view of the person he has been most afraid to talk to for the past four months.

Sure, she had realised this was the same Choi San she had been classmates with, but his shy behaviour and lack of conversation made her think that he probably wanted to keep a safe distance, for its not like the two had kept in contact after school, that and he had never really talked to her in class back then too. So to ensure he was perfectly comfortable around her, she'd usually ask general light-hearted questions (if needed) and stuff about work. So during their little game of torture, he could see how she sat across him on the couch, squinting at her laptop, did he mention she was a university student as well and how oh so much that made him fall harder for her? Ever since his teens she had never once ceased to amaze him, from the way she would be so attentive in class to her grades, to her unphased persona, especially when she'd hear gossip about her or anyone else. He truly appreciated how she chose to talk to people, rather than believing what she heard. So, why was he staring at her and not talking to her? Simple. Even though he looks like a total hottie now, San is very much sure he is nothing more than the little nerd he was back then, deep down inside, hence, not talking to her meant he'd look cool and mysterious-

"Sannie!" He yelped at the sharp pain of Wooyong smacking his back, "Truth or dare?" He frowned at his best friend and then at the bottle that was aimed at him, when had they begun playing? Little did he know, someone else had been watching them too, peaking from behind her laptop, from time to time, sneaking glances at the blonde.

"Um... I'm kinda tired today so...truth!" He said all smug, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at their leader who shook his head in response, ready to ask him some dumb question. Before he could, Wooyoung cut him off, "My dear San~ I got one for you."

He was singing, which meant they were all doomed, at least San was, though he shook off the feeling and giggled, "Truth. Hit me with anything." Slapping his hand on the table that vibrated under the impact.

"Oh, I will~" Wooyong who was next to him got up and changed his place, sitting across from San, blocking his view of Y/N.

"Hey-"

"Wanna see your face when I ask you."

He cut off the blonde, ignoring the raised eyebrows he had received from his leader, "San, truth time, what was the name of your crush whose number you tried to take from 119".

At that very moment, Y/N sat up straight, closing her laptop, suddenly interested in the game. Hey, if she still knew that person, maybe she can get the two together or something, not that she had any right to, but maybe who knows.

San looked paler than the moon, staring right at Wooyoung then eyes darting to Seonghwa who cleared his throat. His mouth had gone dry and his palms were clammy, an unpleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach, unsure of what to do or say, before he let out a nervous chuckle, "On second thought, I'll go with dare-"

"NO", Mingy shoved him slightly, "Be a man and spill, we wanna know too!"

"Yeah, what kind of brother hides stuff like this!" Yunho placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Maybe we shouldn't pester him," Seonghwa interjected, only to be ignored.

Hongjoong, who would usually pick up the hints the eldest would drop quickly, was too engrossed in the situation.

Eyes darting around the room, he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, "Seriously, guys, I'm sure she doesn't even like me now so, why bother-"

"Was it Boram, she was really pretty- oh or EunJi, she was super popular too?"

All heads turned to the new voice, Y/N who was looking directly at San, who wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.

"I know for a fact that EunJi did have a crush on you too- oh wait what about Hyun Joo, she was your partner in science too right?" At the back of her mind, she knew she should've stopped, but she just wanted to know, all of the girls she mentioned were great people and San was a great guy! So, why was setting them up an issue- it not like she liked him or something... He never really spoke to her back in school too so...

He frowned at the attempt and interjection, only to stare at the table then glance back up at her, "No." A curt, small, no, enough for her to get a hint, of not being liked, of shutting up, which is exactly, why when her phone rang she thanked God she had a good excuse to leave the room.

There was silence once Y/N had left to attend to the phone call. For a good minute, no one said anything until Wooyoung sighed and reached to spin the bottle again, only for San to grab it and glare at him, receiving a "What?"

"You know what."

"No, I don't."

"Why did you ask me that?"

"I don't know, felt like it."

"YOU FELT LIKE IT?"

"WHAT DOES IR MATTER ITS JUST A QUESTION?!"

"BECAUSE IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS."

Slamming his hand on the table Hongjoong silenced them, "Yah! It's just a game, Wooyoung don't ask stupid questions, San don't over react. It's late anyway, we should go to bed-"

Seonghwa just sighed, shaking his head as he begun to clean up the mess, the rest slowly leaving the room. He hadn't heard Y/N walk in again, until she grabbed a paper cup he was reaching for, earning a smile from her and a gentle, "You can go to sleep too, don't worry I'll clean this up."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup, I have work to do anyway, so I'll be up for a while."

With that she spent almost an hour cleaning up the mess and decided to get back to work, to not think about how San had responded to her. She did cross a line though, they were never really friends, so who was she to ask him or suggest, especially when he had said he was tired. It was her fault, thus she had decided to apologise to him in the morning.

Another hour in and it was aready two in the morning, deciding to give up on the project, she closed the laptop screen and decided to grab a cup of water on her way to her room, to sleep, she had to be quiet since she was sharing it with the other staff members.

What she did not expect was to find San standing in the kitchen, staring right at her. Bowing slightly, she mumbled a, "I uh...came for water?"

Nodding he grabbed a water bottle and handed it to her, averting his gaze, which made her realise he was still mad at her. Thanking him as she took it from him she cleared her throat, "I...I'm sorry I interupted your game, it wasnt my place to say anything, especially since we...havent really been more than classmates. I just um.." she looked at the floor, trying to open the stupid bottle that was filled to the brim, "All those girls were like super smart and pretty, everyone liked them too so i thought...yeah."

"You're smarter...and prettier." Her eyes widened at his statement, looking up at him, only to realise he had moved a bit closer. Reaching for the bottle, he gently took it from her, twisting the cap open without spilling a drop and handing it back to her as he sighed.

She was still staring at him in disbelief, not a word processing anymore, why would he say that? What did that even mean???

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier...I just um...didn't really know how to handle the situation and-" he started only to be interrupted by her again.

"Its okay- please I...thank you for the compliments, but I um..I'm the one who should be apologising for saying that, again, you had every right to be angry. You don't have to tell anyone if you dont want to and-"

"It was you."

Once again he was greeted with silence as she gazed up at him, causing him to sigh, "I uh...didn't know how to say it I mean...I didn't really want to get rejected straight up, in front of everyone, so I...yes, but I- I know we can't be like that but Seonghwa hyung told me how I need to process this better. You're entitled to your own feelings and...I respect that...though I...really eould like to be your friend.' he smiled at her before nodding, "I guess ...that would be enough too."

She watched him talk on, and on, her brain on buffer mode, only nodding at the end, as he walked away. It was only when dhe heard his bedroom door click close, that she realised what he had said to her.

San closed the door quietly, making sure he didn't wake up the other two members he was sharing with. He had laid down on the make shift mattress, staring up at the ceiling, a sort of melancholic atmosphere settling around him as he laughed at the irony called his life, rejecting himself for his own crush, just so he couldn't hear her do it. At the end of it all, nothing had changed, he was still the scared, scrawny, boy, too afraid to approach her, to talk to her. He wasn't expecting to bump into her in the kitchen, but her apology made him crack, he never planned on confessing, even though Seonghwa was right, he prayed he hadn't made things worse between the two.

The door slamming open causing him to jump up into sitting position, Mingi yelping and falling off the bed as Seonghwa sat up and turned on the lamp, only to stare at Y/N standing at the door, staring- no, glaring right at...San.

"Um...Y/N?" Seonghwa asked, before looking over to see if he should help Mingi.

San was so confused, but that confusion was soon replaced with pain as the plastic bottle of water came in contact with his head.

"Ow- What the-"

"YOU MORON!", She hissed, marching into the room and grabbing the nearest object, which happened to he a pillow, slapping him with it. Again and again, "YOU DON'T JUST GIVE A SPEECH AND LEAVE- I- HOW COULD YOU? WHAT ARE YOU, DUMB? STUPID?", She yelled, only for him to grab the pillow and throw it away, yelling back, "ARE YOU MAD?"

"No, IM F***ING FURIOUS, YOU BIG IDIOT"She was pulled back by Hongjoong, who had now entered the room with, "Y/N, calm down what's wrong-"

"What's wrong?", Pulling away from him she pointed at San, "This bafoon is whats wrong!"

"Well, he is dumb." Wooyoung interjected only to be shunned down by her glare, "AND YOU KNEW TOO." She hissed at him before turning to San who was now standing next to HongJoong, "What did I even do, if you don't like me, I'm not holding it against you-"

"Holding it against - " inhaling she pinched the bridge of her nose before exhaling, "idiot. You are nothing more than an idiot- I just... You know, I thought maybe you'd matured and grown smarter, but no, puberty did it's job and common sense just left the building."

"What is the point-"

"THE POINT? CHOI SAN YOU WANT TO KNOW THE POINT?"she slapped his chest causing him to wince, "WHY WOULD YOU CALL FOR MY NUMBER, WHEN I LIVED RIGHT NEXT DOOR?"

That statement had led the whole room to drop dead silent. All eyes landing on the genius who looked like he had been hit with the most brain shattering information.

"I literally lived next door, went to school on the same bus as you and-" she gasped, "I had no date for prom I- i can't believe it, I was a single loser at prom becaude of you, I thought it was because I was a nerd, thats why you ignored my hints, if I'd known you were an idiot, i would've confessed to you first."

Yeosang snorted, as everyone turned to look at him and he raised his hands, "I'm sorry, but this is a complete, play stupid games, win stupid prizes moment."

"San." Hongjoong looked at the baffled boy, who just stood there, staring at his feet, "Is this true? Did she really live next door?'

"...." He glanced at HongJoong and nodded, earning a groan from all of them.

"Talk about being your worst enemy" was all Mingi said before snuggling back into bed, not caring about what they were going to do next.

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San learned two things that day,

1)He was an idiot.

2)He loved someone who was as bad at expressing herself, as he was.

So, when he saw Mingi just sobbing, he wanted to ask what had happened but the way she held onto hks phone forcef him to stop. He had been dating her for four months now, he had learnt how she'd take matters in her own hands, even if it meant being a b****. Though thats the first thing he had noticed about her in school too, the confidence was not only brave but also stupid, yet strong enough for him to find attractive.

"Say it."

"No!" He yelled back only for her to raise an eyebrow, "Fine, I'll read more-"

"NO."

"Then SAY IT."

"Fine! I HAVE A NICE NATURAL SMILE." Mingi yelled at her.

"AND!?"

"I'll smile more in my selfies! okay! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!"to he honest he wasn't crying out of frustration, but because for the past week HongJoong and Y/N had been trying to convince Mingi to smile more, explaining how his insecurity was invalid, since he had one of the nicest smiled they'd seen. Y/N just said a smile makes everyone look pretty, and had posted a picture for him, of him smiling, and today she hsd decided to read the postive and some thirsty comments left by fans, leading the baby to break down.

"Yup, here you go." She handed him to phone as he snatched it from her, marching out of the room as he paused to stare at San, "Your ideal type is weird.' before leavint the room.

"Do I even ask?" He chuckled, placing his bagpack on the bench, staring at her approach him shrugging in return, "I just feel like you're all more drama than one should actually be."

"Oh, is that so?" Quirking a brow at her he watched her unzip his bag to take out her laptop. "Very much so." Glancing at him she winked at him, "now, if you excuse me, I have work to do."

"No spending time with me?" He pouted, only to earn a snort, "Would've liked to see highschool San say this to me."

"I'm sure you would have, you psycho."

"Your psycho." She corrected, earning a hearty laugh from him as she sat next to him, opening her laptop, staring at their reflection at the black screen, liking how thibgs had turned out- she still had to thank Wooyoung for that day.

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Welcome To Auradon Prep!

A/N: Part 2! Hope you guys enjoy!

Word Count: 4.1+ words

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As we walk around the school, he takes us to the statue of the King. Ben then claps and it transforms the King into the Beast.

And Carlos screams and jumps, all the way up into Jay's arms, like a cat that climbed a tree and is scared to get down.

"Carlos, it's okay." Ben begins turning to Carlos, who was still in Jay's arms, clutching onto him for dear life. "My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible."

"Does he shed much?"

"Yeah, Mom won't let him on the couch." Mal looks at Ben, and they both smile at each other. Before he walks away, and Mal looks at Carlos, like 'is he serious?'

Jay drops Carlos, and he tries to activate the morphing statuette himself, but quickly sees it won't work for him, and runs in the direction of our friends, with me trailing close behind.

We walk into the main building, and notice Jay trying to steal the flower pot. And I hit him, and it seems that me and Carlos had the same idea, since Jay reacted to something on his right arm that clearly, wasn't my doing.

"So, you guys have a lot of magic here at Auradon? Like wands and things like that?" Ben and Audrey turn around to answer Mal's question. "Yeah, it exists of course, but it's pretty much retired. Most of us here are ordinary mortals."

"Who happened to be kings and queens.."

"That's true. Our royal blood goes back hundreds of years." Audrey says, wrapping Bens arm around her shoulders. But Ben removes his arm and calls for someone coming down the stairs, "Doug. Doug, come down."

"This is Doug. He's gonna help you with your class schedules and show you the rest of the dorms." He says, before stepping in front of Mal, "I'll see you later, okay?"

Is it just me or did that seem directed at just Mal, then it did the rest of us.

Someone’s caught feelings…

"And if there is anything you need, feel free to.."

"Ask Doug." Audrey says cutting Ben off, as her and Mal, laugh force-ably then sighed again at each other.

"Hi, guys. I'm Dopey's son? As in Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy and.." He trails off, his eyes landing onto Evie. "Heigh-Ho.." He said, mind gone completely blank, and now filled with the want or the need, to get to know Evie better.

"Evie. Evil Queen's daughter." She says walking up to him. But he shakes himself out of it, literally.

"Okay. So about your classes. I put in the requirements already." Doug says, looking between Evie and his clipboard in his hands. Mal saunters over to look over Dougs shoulders "History of Woodsmen and Pirates, Safety Rule for the Internet and Remedial Goodness 101."

"Let me guess...new class? Come on, guys, let's go find our dorms." Mal says dropping the wrapper on the ground, and Doug watches it, and I laugh and follow everyone upstairs.

"Oh. Uh, yeah, your dorms are that way, guys." He said pointing in the opposite direction, and we all go in that direction. "Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy and..." Doug repeats trying to figure out the last Dwarf.

Carlos slows down, to let him know that the last Dwarf' name was, "Sneezy." He smiles, mouth still covered in chocolate and I put a hand on his shoulder telling him to go. We part and go our separate ways finding our dorm rooms.

I follow Mal and Evie to our dorm, and watch as they open the door. "This is place is so..."

"In need of a makeover." I say.

"Gross." Mal says.

"I know, right? Amazingly gross." Evie says, not very good at hiding that fact that she loves this place. She may always be a villains kid, but she’ll never not love shiny gold crowns, an a mansion that goes on for acres.

I turn to look at the sleeping situation.

"There's only two beds, is one of us supposed to sleep on the floor?" I ask, but then Doug comes by, and answers my question. "No, we wouldn’t do that, this one isn't your dorm, I can take you to your dorm." He says, and I turn to my friends and before following him. But when I'm halfway down the hall, Doug, is staring at something or someone.

"Doug!" I exclaim, as he says he's ‘coming,’ and hurries to meet up with me.

After a couple minutes we come face-to-face to a dorm room, little ways down the hall from where Mal and Evie dorm.

"Go ahead. Open it." Doug says, I put my hand on the door knob, and slowly turn it, ready to hurt someone if it was a trap. I push the door open slowly, only for it to reveal a seemingly normal dorm, but one thing about it stood out.

“Where’s my other roommate?”

"This is a single student dorm room, you won’t be getting one. We had this built, because we didn't have an open room to pair you up with anyone." He explains as I walk around the room. "So you, lucky duck, get a room all to yourself!"

I stop and turn to him, walking dangerously close to him. "Okay, first, no more calling me ‘lucky duck,’” I started with an accusing finger at him, “And second.. Can I 'customize,' my room?" I ask Doug as he thinks about it.

"I don't see, why not? Give it a whole makeover, if you'd like." I smirk, before kicking him out of my room, and lean up against the door, thinking off all the things I could do to the room.

Oh, how he shouldn’t have given me the power to do so..

After putting the finishing touches on my room, I collapsed onto the bed, admiring it. I took down the curtains and replaced with with purple and green ones, with a floral pattern etched onto it. The duvet and silk sheet a nice combination of lavender with some gray fabric too, change it up, if you will.

I put the pink rug in front the bed, considering that they didn’t have another I was going to have to make a trip somewhere and/or make my own. Yes, I can make my own rug, I have a nice amount of tricks up my sleeve.

I used an rearranged the items found within the room. But next chance I get I’ll be getting items to turn completely change this room. They won’t even be able to recognize this room, but they’ll have to wait. I wanted to go visit Carlos and Jay, in their dorm. But to my surprise Mal and Evie where already there.

"So you could do that, or you could leave all of this here and pick it up when we take over the world." Mal says as I walk in admiring the boys room. "You sound just like your mom!"

"Thank you!"

"You did it your way and I'll do it mine." I shake my head, laughing, alerting everyone of my presence, and everyone greeted me, except Carlos, due him zoning in on a game.

"Hey, Carlos. What are you playing?" I asked watching him waving around some controllers that looked like sticks, and he shrugs. "Dunno, but it is awesome."

"Lemme try." I grab them, and start swinging them like I'm actually fighting someone. "This is awesome!" I said continuing to play, but one wrong movement of my foot and I could fall, and sure enough that's exactly what happened.

"Woah!"

I exclaim as Jay catches me holding me still, before helping me stand up straight, before laughing at me. "Didn’t take you for a klutz,” He continued to laugh, before gently hitting my arm to get my attention. “And for the record, I think you fell for the wrong person." He says eyeing, Carlos over my shoulder.

"Jay!" Carlos exclaimed, ready to fight him, but when I turned to face him, he flashed me a quick smile.

"What is he talking about-?"

"This is our one chance," Mal starts as we all snap over heads in her direction. "To prove ourselves to our parents." I dart my eyes, away from her to something else in the room, gripping my necklace so tight, you could see just how boney my hands were.

"To prove that we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cruel. Yeah?" Everyone replied with a 'yeah.' Everyone, but me.

"(Y/N)?" I look up and croak out a small, but determined 'yeah.' "I know your Dad's not here. But he wouldn't want you to sit here and hurt. I'm not saying you can't, but let's go get that wand, and maybe we can go find him, yeah?" I smirk, and nod my head.

"Evie, mirror me." I back up from Mal, stand on her left leaning up against the table.

"Mirror, mirror on the...In my hand. Where is Fairy Godmother's wand stand?" She moves it so we can all see where the wands location. "Zoom out." Carlos says.

"Magic mirror, not so close.” Evie said as the mirror zooms out, and Evie tries to bring closer and narrow down its exact location.

“Closer. Closer. Closer."

Carlos turned to his game, walking over to it, getting a little impatient. "Can I go back to my game? I'm on level three." I walk over to Carlos, grabbing his arm, holding him still.

"Stop!"

"It's in a museum? Do we know where that is?" Carlos, quickly typed the location into the laptop, and shows us the map. "2.3 miles from here."

Mal steps out the door first, before telling us to 'come on.' "Carlos!" Evie yells and I sigh waiting for him, to get off the game, before running with him.

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"Check your mirror." Evie pulls out the mirror from her bag. "Is my mascara smudged?" I roll my eyes, as Evie really trying to check if it was damaged.

"Yeah. And hey, while you're at it, why don't you see if you can find us the wand."

"Sure. This way." Evie says leading us in the direction of the wand.

We all look inside the door to see a security guard, watching the exhibit from the security cameras. He spins and turns into our direction, and we duck avoiding being seen. And we look back inside, to see Maleficent's Spinning Wheel. "That's your mother's spinning wheel?" Jay says as Carlos and him start laughing, like a pack of hyenas.

"Yeah, it's kinda dorky."

"It's magic. It doesn't have to look scary." Mal said defending her mother's magic contraption, before casting a spell on the security guard.

"Magic spindle do not linger. Make my victim prick a finger."

"Impressive." Jay says, sarcastically whilst shaking his head. "I got chills." Carlos added. And I smack the back of both their heads.

"Hey!"

"Ow!"

"Thanks, (Y/N)." I nod. "'Course."

"Prick the finger, prick it deep. Send my enemy off to sleep." Mal says, casting another spell on the guard. She smiles, before eyeing the two boys.

"Not so dorky now, huh?" She says going to open the door only to find out it was locked the entire time. "Stand back." Jay says running back, ready to rush and fly kick the doors open, but Mal was quick to open the doors herself with yet another spell, sending him falling to the ground, and we start laughing.

Mal leads us into the museum, in search of what we originally came here for. "Coming?" She said walking past him. Evie and me both following her, not forgetting to pat his head, telling him 'nice try.'

We sneak past the guard and run in the direction of the wand. "So close. Upstairs." Evie directs, letting us all go ahead of her before running up the stairs herself. "Come on. Go, go, go, go!”

"Up, up, up, up, up."

"Come on, guys. Almost there."

We run, but quickly halt, when we see statuettes of our parents, and we all go an stand in front of our parents.

"Mommy?" Said Evie, looking at her Moms statue.

"Killer." Jay said, looking at his Dad's.

"I'll never forget Mother's Day again." Carlos said, and I would've laughed, but I was so intrigued with my own parents statue.

"Where are you?" I reached out to touch the statue, but quickly brought my hand hand, when Jay told us we should leave.

"Well, the wands not here. Let's bounce." He said, when no one had dared to move. He told us 'let's go,' and we reluctantly leave to go retrieve the magic wand. Once we had found we it, we notice Mal hadn’t followed us and Evie and I, went to go get her. "Hey! I found the wand! Let's go." Evie said waving her over, and Mal gives the statue version of her mother one last look before following behind.

We lean over the railing, looking at the floating magic wand. "There it is!" Jay whoops, we laugh and runs down the stairs, and we follow him. Carlos runs ahead of us and opens the door for us.

"Thank you, Carlos."

"Anytime-" He says and I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me. "Woah!" He exclaimed, but still went along with me, nonetheless.

We run in to find Jay standing on the other end of the wands display. I grip the railing, smiling at the wand. But Jay ducks underneath the railing and Mal is quick to stop him, but he didn't listen and was now standing really close to the display. And reached out trying to touch it, setting the alarms off, as he went flying over the railing.

I covered my left ear with my left hand, and Carlos does the same with his free hand. "A force field and a siren?" Carlos asked, no one in particular. "That's just a little excessive."

"Let's go!" Mal yells and we follow her to the exit. "Hurry!"

We make it to the door we entered from and the phone then went off. Carlos let go of my hand to answer the phone. "Carlos, what are you-!" I whisper-yell at him and he puts a finger over mouth, wanting me to keep quiet.

"Hello? Uh...Just give me one second. One second." He says typing something in a key pad, and I try to get him to hurry up, and the alarm quit blaring.

"Guys! Come on!" Evie whisper-yells, and I tell her, to give us a minute.

"Yeah, yeah. No, false alarm." Carlos says to the person on the phone, practically having a full blown conversation with them. Like it's two Dads that haven't seen either in a while, and are setting up a meeting to go play golf next Tuesday.

"It was a malfunction in the LM 714 chip in the breadboard circuit." He said leaning back a bit, and I turn around tapping my foot, impatiently. "Yeah. Okay. Say 'hi' to the missus." He said, putting the phone on the receiver, hanging it up.

"Finally! You-" I stop talking abruptly, feeling him gently put his hand in my own, and I rolled my eyes, looking away, as I run with him to the exit.

"(Y/N)! Carlos!"

"You're welcome!" Carlos exclaimed, with a slight scoff.

"Way to go, Jay. Now, we have to go to school tomorrow!" Mal exclaimed, as we all ran to our dorms.

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"If someone hands you a crying baby, do you: A, curse it? B, lock it in a tower? C, give it a bottle? Or D, carve out its heart?" She finishes as Evie's arm shoots up.

"Evie."

"What was the second one?" Evie asks genuinely as both Mal and I, look like at her like 'what?' "Oh. Okay. Anyone else?" Fairy Godmother asks, but since no one raised their hand she called on one of us.

"Mal?"

"C, give it a bottle." She answers twirling a strand of her hair, in her fingers.

"Correct. Again."

"You are on fire, girl."

"Just pick the one that doesn't sound like any fun." She said, and we all went 'oh,' the realization setting in. "So true!" I said pointing at here with my pencil.

"That makes so much sense." Evie said with a big smile on her face.

I was scribbling excessively into my notebook, but somehow found myself glancing as Carlos.

I guess he just has me, wrapped around his finger or whatever. Wait, huh?

Then I noticed someone walking up, but speeding up when she came close to us.

"Hello, dear one." Godmother said, greeting her daughter, I presumed. "Hi. You need to sign off on early dismissal for the coronation." The girl said, looking at us, ‘scared’ practically plastered all over her face.

"Everyone here remembers my daughter, Jane?" Godmother said signing the papers, as Jane exclaimed. "Mom, no!"

"It's okay. Jane, this is everyone." She said pushing her towards us, and we give her a forced smile.

"Hi. That's okay, don't mind me, as you were." She said with a squeal on her way out.

I turn to watch her leave and my eyes meet Mal’. "Oh, I know that face." I whisper to her and Evie, if she was listening, and not daydreaming. "Then you know what I'm thinking." She said, as I turn around to face Fair Godmother. "Oh, I know, and believe me, I'm so in." I said smirking to myself, and Fairy Godmother clears her throat.

"Let's continue. You find a vial of poison. Do you: A, put it in the kings wine?" Evie begins to raise her hand. "B, paint it on an apple?" The three of us start laughing, at the second answer choice. "Or C, turn it over to the proper authorities?" She finishes as everyone, but Mal has their hand raised, including me.

Jay, puts forces Carlos' hand down and keeps it there as Godmother calls on Jay. "C. You turn it over to the proper authorities." He says, letting Carlos' hand go, and he hits Jays arm. "I was going to say that!"

"But I said it first!" Jay coos, in Carlos’ direction.

Jay then proceeded to put Carlos in a headlock, and gives him a very aggressive nuggie. "Come here! Come on, who said it first? Who said it first?"

"Stop!"

"Boys." Godmother says hitting her pointer on the wooden podium. "Boys! I am gonna encourage you to use this energy on the tourney field."

"Oh, no. That's okay." Carlos pushes Jay up and off him, Jay turns around ready to put him in another headlock. "Whatever that is, we'll pass."

After Remedial Goodness, I was going to go on a trip to get the proper items to turn my dorm room from, ‘Pretty in Pink,’ to something more ‘Down in New Orleans.’

Instead, I sit on the bleachers as I watch Jay and Carlos verse each other in a round of...whatever this sport is. Tourney, I think? I watch as Jay plows threw the first couple people, then heading into the Kill-Zone, he dodges everything and continues to the other side of the field, meeting a very scared and frightened Carlos.

I can't hear what was happening, but once I saw Carlos toss his paddle, at Jays feet, and lay on the ground with his shield on top of him, I just couldn't hold it in, and began laughing, well, more like cackling. Students, and even the coaches were wondering what I was doing, just looking at me weird.

I cheered once I saw Jay having a party of one in the enemy court. "Way to go, Jay!" He smiled, pointing in my direction. I walked down the stairs of the bleachers, walking over to Carlos, to stop him from going back onto the playing field.

"Carlos! Nice work out there, but I thought cows were supposed to eat grass." I said, pretending to think, and he rolls his eyes, and looks away. I grab his face, by the chin, and to have him look at me. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He moves his face, so I'm not holding it anymore. "What are you doing here?”

“Well, the girls were doing there own thing, I was going to go shopping for furniture, but wanted to check out how you’d do on the field." I replied, with a fold of my arms.

“So, you decided to come here and watch me make a fool out of myself."

"That's not true!" I dropped one hand and put it on my hip, putting the other hand on my chest, hurt. Carlos gives me that one face.

"Okay, maybe a little bit." I admitted, as he rolled his eyes. "But above all, I wanted to support you and Jay." I said, as Carlos looks at me, skeptically.

"(Y/N)? Being nice? The daughter of the Shadow Man, taking peoples money to use as minions basically, to get what they want? You must want something." I gasp, taking a step back.

"I do not. I really only came here to watch and support, and have a good laugh. And let's be honest, I'm sure we all had one...”

"Alright. Bye, (Y/N)." He turns around, and I stop him from going anywhere. "Wait!" I grab him by the hand, holding it tight. "You got this, show them all you don't mess around."

I let go and walking away going in the direction of the front of the school, asking the driver to take me to a furniture shop. After a bit of bribing, for him to take me there and back. I found somethings that would look great in my room. And decided to hold off until, I got another free period.

As I, was heading off the the next class on my schedule, Evie saddles up besides me. "Spill." Evie asked, or more like demanded, with that knowing smile of hers, that was probably passed down from Queen.

"Spill? What do you mean 'spill?' There's nothing to spill." She stops me walking and looks me dead in the eyes. "You are in love." I take a step back, baffled. "In love? Me? A villain? Come on, Evie. How do you know that I am, cause I most definitely am not." I said trying to walk away, but I get pulled back to Evie. "My mom knows a lot about it, meaning I do too, and I know when two people are in love and you are totally it. And my mom is never wrong."

I give her the 'are you sure about that?' face. “I mean, there’s a first time for everything.”

She rolls her eyes with a sigh. "I’m going to pretend you did not, just doubt my mothers expertise. And you definitely have eyes for De Vil."

“I do not have-" I began to say as a hall monitor come over and told us to get to class and we went our separate ways, not before Evie rushed to tell me ‘,we aren't done with this conversation.’

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"Mom said, 'If a boy can't see the beauty within, then he's not worth it.' Can you believe it? What world do she live in?" Jane said and I 'did my homework,' and by that I mean stare at it, and then close it and probably do it, before I go to class tomorrow.

"I'll never get a boyfriend." She said sitting on Evie's bed, pooped. "Boyfriends are overrated." Mal says, "And how would you know, Mal. You've never had one." Evie said, stopping her sewing to look at her. "It's 'cause I don't need one, E," Mal bit back, and Evie turned to look at me, and I look any, anywhere but at her. "They're a waste of time." Mal finished.

Evie gasps exclaimed, ‘she forgot to do Chad’s homework,” as she goes to do exactly that. "That is exactly what I mean."

"You know speaking of boyfriends and such, dear old (Y/N) here-" She was going to say as someone knocked on the door, and I smile and smirk as Evie, glares at me.

"Hey, guys! I'm Lonnie. My mom's Mulan?" She says as Evie grabs the binder out of her bag, letting, the bag, fall to the floor with a loud thud. "No? Anyways, I love what you've done with Jane's hair. And I know you hate us and well, you're evil." I let out a noise, basically saying 'you got that right.' "But do you think you could do mine?"

Mal looks up from her binder, confused. "Why would I do that for you?"

"I'll pay you $50."

"Good answer. I need to buy more material. Let's see, I'm thinking, we lose the bangs, maybe some layers, and some highlights."

"Yeah, yeah. I want it cool. Like Mal's."

"Really? The split ends, too?"

"The Isle ain't do justice for your hair either, Mother Gothel." I said, pointing at Evie and she gasped. But Mal groans and grabs her spell book. “Okay..."

"Beware, forswear, replace the old with cool hair." She says and with a wave of her hand, Lonnie's hair changes within seconds. She touches her hair and goes to the mirror. "I know, I know. It looks like a mop on your head. You know what? Let's cut it off. Layer it..." Lonnie stops Evie from going any further. "No, no, no, no, no, no! I love it."

"You do?"

"It's just..." She grabs her skirt and rips it a bit. "Now, I'm cool."

"Like ice."

I back up as we watch Jane go in front of the mirror and do the same to her dress, and gasps her hands covering her panic ridden face. "What did I just do? Mom's gonna kill me!" She said as Lonnie just laughed.

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A little while later the girls have left us to our own devices, Carlos came in a little bit ago. And then Jay came in with the tourney player shirt on. Carlos whistles, petting Dude, while looking at something on his laptop. "Did your plan work with Jane? Are you going over to see the wand?" Jay asks as I got off the bed and sit next to Carlos and Dude.

"Do you think that I would be going through every single spell in this book, if I hadn't completely struck out?" Mal spat in Jay direction.

"Someone's in a bad mood." Carlos said as Jay backed up from Mal's bed.

"My moms counting on me! I can't let her down!" She exclaimed, flicking the back of Carlos's head.

"We can do this...if we stick together." Jay said almost murmuring the last couple words.

"And we won't go back until we do. Because we are rotten.."

"To the core." We said all together, as I set my hand on top of Carlos's gently. He looks at me with a soft smile, and I couldn't help, but smile back.

"Oh, yeah. I found out that Fairy Godmother blesses Ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go." Evie saids as Mal looks at her. "I have nothing to wear, of course." Mal turns her head to the knocking at the door, and then looks back at Evie. "What?"

"Hold that thought." Mal said, opening the door revealing the Prince.

"Hey, Mal. I didn't see you guys today. I was just wondering, if you had any questions or anything that you needed."

"Not that I know of." She says as we all shake our heads ‘no.’

"Okay. All right. Well, if you need anything, just..."

"Oh. Wait! Um, is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?"

"Yeah, the whole school goes."

"Wow. That is beyond exciting. Do you think that it's a possibility that the five of us could stand in the front row next to the Fairy Godmother, just so we could soak up all that goodness?"

"I wish you could. Up front it's just me, my folks and my girlfriend."

"And your girlfriend?" Mal asked just to be clear.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

Mal thinks about it before saying, a quick almost indecipherable farewell. "Okay. Thanks, bye."

"Oh, but no, there’s plenty of..." He couldn't even finish his sentence, as Mal shut the door on him, walking over to us.

"I think it's time that, Bennyboo, got himself a new girlfriend." Mal says and we all eye each other, as the corners of our mouths upturned forming, quite the villainous smirk.

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