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jjunieworld · 4 months

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21. half alive ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ mainly written, some texts. word count: 1.9k

the first thing you realized when you woke up was not the fact that you were in a foreign room and weren’t sure how you got there, but the fact that your head was absolutely killing you.

you looked around the empty room and found that you were on a couch. sitting up almost took you back out. your head spun so badly and the bright daylight wasn’t helping at all.

there were two pills, a bottle of water, and a note on the table in front of you. take both as soon as you wake up, you’re gonna need it. i confiscated your bottle, read the note. you did as you were told as you tried to remember how you got here, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

suddenly last night's events came flooding back into your mind like a hurricane. it hit you so hard you sat back on the couch and banged your head off the wall behind it. you were alone in taehyun’s dorm.

you let out a sigh as you went to stand. you were definitely hungover.

it took you a while to get back to your dorm, thankfully the hallways were empty. you really wished you brought a jacket with you. you were still in your birthday dress and heels from yesterday and it was not fun to try and get around in.

before you even got to walk fully through the door to your room you were immediately taken into the arms of your friends. “jesus, y/n. you scared the shit out of us. please don’t ever do that again,” kai said.

you were guided to your bed. “i’m sorry,” you replied. you suddenly felt like you were gonna cry again. as you looked around at your friends, you saw that their eyes were red and it looks like they didn’t sleep a wink all night.

“don’t be sorry. none of this is your fault,” said yeonjun.

“where were you?” yunjin asked. you recalled the events after you ran as best as you could with your clouded brain. after, there was a moment of silence. you apologized again.

“y/n… it’s okay,” jake said. you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes briefly. you didn’t keep them closed for long. everytime you shut your eyes you saw that video. you saw everyone smiling at you, sakura’s words. and worst of all, you saw him. the look of horror on his face and the way his voice cracked when he finally spoke to you.

you dug the heels of your palms into your eyes, forgetting about the fact that you were still wearing makeup.

you pulled out your phone and turned it on as your friends spoke between each other.

“it turns out everyone on the fourth floor of the party were in on the whole thing,” jake started. “one of my classmates showed me the invitations sakura sent out. the next time i see her im gonna kill her.” you breathed deeply at that.

“i should’ve smacked the shit out of her too while i had the chance,” yunjin added. you turned to her, a puzzled look on your face.

“oh yeah, y/nie! soobin got tore the fuck up!” kai exclaimed, you flinched a little. not just from hearing his name but also because your head was still pounding. “sorry… redacted…” kai trailed off.

jake turned to you. “yeah! after you left, yunjin went up and smacked the shit out of him and then right after yeonjun just went in on him. his face is all fucked up.” you raised your eyebrows a little in shock and amusement.

“he deserved it, i would’ve done more if those fucking security guards didn’t pull me off,” yeonjun said.

before you got to reply, your phone finally finished turning on and a floodgate of notifications poured through. most of them were from your friends. two notifications stood out to you, one of them was a post on twitter sakura tagged you in.

you opened it and froze. yunjin took the phone from your hands and looked at it. a furious expression crossed her features. “that fucking bitch.” she showed it to the others and their faces went sour too.

you took your phone back from her and look through your notifications. you had a slew of texts from soobin that you decided you weren’t gonna look at right now. there was a new post from his twitter, which you had forgotten you had the notifications on for. it was song lyrics, with another tweet added that was for you. you inhaled sharply as you began scrolling through his social media, scouring it to see if there was some type of hint about everything that you’ve missed.

you didn’t get far. jake took your phone from you, claiming that going through his social media is just gonna do more harm than good. he was right, but your mind was still at unease. he scrolled through your phone a little and then sat it down.

“he’s blocked on everything now. you don’t have to worry about it,” jake said. you just nodded in response.

you reached up to touch your face to find that you were crying. your friends pulled you into a group hug and you cried even harder.

“i just… i just want to understand why…” you choked out through sobs. you felt your back being rubbed. “why would he do this to me?”

your friends let you cry your heart out for a while until you were too numb and too tired to shed anymore tears. your makeup was completely ruined now, not that it wasn’t already bad before. you didn’t care as you ran your hands over your face and saw them streaked with black after.

“i should’ve convinced you not to go to that party…” yeonjun suddenly said. his eyes were downcast and his knuckles were white as he held the hem of his shirt. you saw that there was dried blood on them.

“jjunie…” you trailed, shaking your head. he cut you off, “no. you wouldn’t be in the situation if i had. you wouldn’t have disappeared the whole night if i had.”

“if it never happened, we’d all be oblivious to the truth,” you spoke. hueningkai nodded in agreement. you dropped to the floor and leaned over and gave him a hug. “it’s nobody’s fault.”

“nobody’s but redacted’s…” yunjin muttered. you let out a sigh.

“i should've known something like this was gonna happen. i should’ve fucking known.” yeonjun spoke, slamming his hand on the ground. he leaned his head back on the boxspring of the bed. “they literally did something similar to me and i still didn’t see it coming until it was too late.”

you furrowed your brows at him. you still didn’t know the history he has with soobin and his friends.

“back when i was friends with them,” yeonjun started, “we were all really close, or so i thought. we were all planning on going to the same college, not this one, but a different one.” he rubbed his eyes as he sighed.

“the dean was a family friend of mine and so i said i’d put in a good word for them. once i praised them to the high fucking heavens it’s like a switch flipped. they used me. and after… after, they made sure everywhere i went a bad reputation followed me. it was a miracle i even got into this college.”

you held a hand to your mouth as he spoke. yeonjun let out a wry laugh, “and when my applications got declined and the dean stopped speaking to me and my family… it was all for nothing. all for them to end up right here at the same college as me. acting like they run the shit.”

you scooted over to where yeonjun sat and gave him a hug. your friends joined in with you. “i’m really sorry jjunie,” you said softly. he just shook his head a little.

“it’s in the past now. there’s nothing i can do to change it.” you all pulled away as he stood. “so, what’s the plan for today to get your mind off yesterday?” yeonjun asked.

standing to your feet, you held on to the edge of the bed for support. “i need to shower,” you announced. you felt disgusting and heavy with emotion. you needed a nice, long, hot shower to scrub yesterday’s events off of you. “and a nap.” you added.

your friends stood as well. “do you want us to wait here until you get out?” kai asked. you shook your head. “no, that’s okay. i really need a nap. and by the looks of it, you guys need one too.” your friends let out some small laughs.

“are you sure you want to be alone right now? we really don’t mind,” yunjin said. you nodded, “i’ll be okay, at least for the moment. go get some sleep and you can come back over if you want after or something.”

they reluctantly agreed and gave you one last hug before leaving your room. you sighed as you went to take a hot shower. you scrubbed your body raw and washed yourself over and over until you finally felt clean. you felt half alive as you moved around your room.

you froze as you were going to get dressed. one of soobin’s hoodies sat on top of your clothes. he must’ve accidentally left it when the two of you went to yeonjun’s yesterday. you brought it up to your face and inhaled. it still smelled like him.

sighing, you slipped in on and climbed in your bed, which also still smelled like him. you hated the fact that it brought you comfort. you reached for your phone and opened it.

you couldn’t even say he was the last person you wanted to see right now, because that would be a lie. despite everything that has happened, everything he’s done, he was still the person you wanted to see the most right now. and that broke you. all you could do right now was scroll through your camera roll and look at all the pictures and videos of the two of you, silently crying.

you wrapped the hoodie closer around yourself and buried your face down into it. all you could think about is the last time you laid in your bed. your bodies wrapped around each other. soobin telling you he loves you.

was it all a lie? all part of this elaborate plan? you went over all the moments you shared with him until you got to the very beginning.

did he even actually need your help that day? or was he just trying to make some money?

you scoffed to yourself. apparently, all you were worth to him was five hundred dollars and a quick fuck.

tears fell from your eyes. you made yourself open the messages he sent you last night.

i swear to you i’ve meant everything i’ve said to you.

bullshit. it was all just a fucking lie. you should’ve known. you should’ve fucking known. when has anything ever worked out for you?

at some point between your racing thoughts and mind numbing headache, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: now playing: supercut by lorde 😞

taglist: @imagineyour-kpopboy @gothgyuu @carengene @spooksh0wbabe (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

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suna-cerely-yours · 6 months

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he's so perfect ft g. suguru

synopsis: you love your boyfriend, you really do. but you love being on your knees for his brother even more.

warnings: fem! reader, age gap, degradation, humiliation, fingering, squirting, oral sex (m! & f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

length: 1.2k

a/n: i cannot get this man out of my head. (also i lowkey hate the ending)

you love your boyfriend so much- he's the best really. never forgets a birthday or an anniversary, always brings flowers to dates, kisses your cheek goodbye- a perfect gentleman. you're going to marry him, you think one afternoon, as you watch from your seat by the pool. he's playing with his niece and nephew- shrieks of childish joy adding to the hubbub of the birthday party. it'll be absolutely perfect- a union bound to make the front page of any newspaper. you know how lucky you are to have found a guy like him- he's every girl's dream man.

so, if he's everyone's dream man, then why are you bent over the sink of his bathroom by his much older brother?

warm hands slide up your thighs, slipping under your sundress to grip the fleshy skin of your hips.

"you wore this dress for him, pretty? it's real nice," suguru murmurs lowly.

you press your lips together, eyes fluttering.

baby you look hot, but c'mon my family's going to be there.

i know it's a pool party but you'd look so much prettier wearing the pink dress i bought you the other day.

you're gorgeous doll, but don't say i didn't warn you- you'll be the only one dressed like that.

like what? you'd wanted to ask.

"so beautiful," suguru's voice brings you back, as his fingers stroke the skin on your waist where your panties end.

"i know i'm beautiful suguru, but we have literally twenty minutes before someone notices we're missing, so would you just get on with it?"

"who said you're beautiful? i was talking about the dress," suguru teases, "besides i doubt my bastard of a brother is capable of taking his head out of his ass long enough to notice anything, let alone put two and two together."

you roll your eyes, reaching to untie the ribbons on your shoulders holding the dress up, slapping his hands away as he tries to retie them.

"don't call him a bastard, you're the bastard- and i wore this dress for myself, because i look beautiful in it."

you feel him laugh against your back, before stepping back slightly. you straighten, letting the dress slide off and pool on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties. you meet suguru's gaze in the mirror, finding his eyes locked on yours. his dark eyes hold yours for a moment longer, before lowering, dragging them down your body, lingering on your hardened nipples. tongue darting out to moisten his lips, he grins- teeth glinting. in that one brief moment, you feel the waves shift, and you're caught in his trap.

you feel your heartbeat pick up in anticipation, as he finally reaches for his belt, undoing it and his zipper.

"on your knees baby, if you want me to hurry you should give me a reason to," he says, taking another step back, resting his back against the bathroom wall.

you swallow, tonguing your cheek, before turning and dropping to your knees in front of him. leaning forward you nuzzle into him, smearing your lip gloss over his boxer briefs. gripping his thighs, you press open mouthed kisses, feeling his cock twitch under your ministrations.

"no teasing sweetheart," he hisses, carding one hand through your hair, " we only have twenty minutes."

reaching, you pull his half hard cock out- peering up at him from your position. slowly you press a kiss to its head, tongue darting out to taste him. suguru shudders, hand on the back of your head pushing slightly. you start taking him into your mouth, as he groans.

"fuck baby, you're killing me."

"what? this too much for you, old man?"

tching impatiently, he slides his cock over your pouted lips, before slipping his thumb into your mouth.

"aren't you being a brat today. what- did my brother not fuck you well enough this weekend? that's when you have sex right? saturdays at 10:00 pm sharp- first you blow him, then good ol' missionary. you must be so satiated."

babe, you suck dick like a champ- you're the best.

did you cum? of course you did.

sorry babe, i don't eat pussy- you know that.

glaring at him, you move to get up, but he stops you with hand on your shoulder.

"you are going to get yourself nice and wet for me, then you're going to get yourself off on my shoe. and then- if you're a good girl, i'll fuck you, just like you deserve to be fucked. you understand that pretty? or do i have to say it again?"

you feel yourself burn at his humiliating words, but you also feel yourself get wetter. his thumb still in your mouth you nod, one hand sliding down your body to slip into your underwear. he watches as you gather the moisture that's gathered and rub slow circles over your clit. spreading your labia with two fingers, you moan, quickening your pace.

"you're such a sweetheart, y'know that baby? touching yourself in front of an old man like me, you really are so, so cute," he chuckles, sliding his thumb out and pinching your cheeks together with one hand, tilting your head up.

lips parting, you pant, as you slip a finger inside you, shifting your hips to find a better angle.

"suguru, please just, ah- just fuck me already."

"you look even sweeter begging for my cock darling, but that won't do, will it?," he pouts in faux sympathy, watching you grind your clit against the palm of your hand.

"on my shoe baby, show me what a slut like you really wants. don't be all shy now."

you whimper, embarrassment flooding through your veins- but accompanying it is lust, this heady feeling that makes you eager to please him.

cautiously, you lower yourself on the polished leather of his dress shoes, palms flat against the floor for balance.

"that's a good girl, so obedient," suguru coos, "now get to work sweetheart."

biting your lip, you slowly roll your hips, feeling the cool leather against your core. your panties, now completely soaked, create an extra layer of friction, causing you to moan louder as it catches on your clit. rolling your hips faster, you forget all about your initial shame, as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, panting.

"suguru, i- hic, i'm sosososo-"

you're voice hitches as your orgasm crests without warning, and everything suddenly feels distinctly wet.

"holy fuck," you hear suguru murmur, "did you just squirt?"

still recovering from the intense orgasm, you slump against the floor, eyes closed, panting.

you feel suguru's arms around you, as he lifts you up and places you on the sink, your back meeting the cold mirror. there's a sudden rip of fabric which has your eyes flying open-

"suguru did you just rip my panties? do you know how expensive those are?"

spreading your legs, it's now his turn on his knees, as he sinks to the floor to be at eye-level with your pussy. spreading your pussy he leans forward to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking once, before pulling back.

"i'll buy you as many panties as you want baby, just ditch my brother."

#geto x reader #geto smut #geto x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut

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mykoreanlove · 29 days

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from one leader to another

some skz x bts siblings x flirty fluff - @kayleefriedchicken hope u like it :)

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You roamed the city aimlessly, desperately trying to find the perfect present for your younger brother’s birthday.

„Fuck, fuck, fuck“, you muttered under your breath as you noticed the time.

One hour left.

You had exactly one hour to find the right gift or else everybody at his party would judge you as the worst sister of the century. You didn’t forget about his present, in fact you put a lot of thought into it but what do you get someone that already has everything? Why was this so hard for you?

Your inner pity monologue got interrupted as your phone rang.

„Channie“, you greeted him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your dismay.

„You sound stressed. You good?“

Damn it. His little brother senses always tingled when you were in a crappy mood.

„Promise you won’t hate me?“

His laughter filled the line.

„What’s wrong?“

„I’m going crazy because of your stupid birthday present!“, you whined in annoyance.

„Y/N, my birthday party starts in an hour and you still have no present? Damn, do you hate me?“, he chuckled amused.

„Stop making fun of me and help me instead?“

„Help you how?“

„Oh, I don’t know - maybe actually tell me what you want?“

Chan laughed again.

„I did tell you!“

You sighed in exasperation.

„The fuck you did! Every time I ask you what I can get you, you tell me shit like „I just want you to be healthy and happy. Oh, and find a boyfriend already and get married and have kids, so mom won’t pester me about it“. Not helpful, Chan!“, you mocked him.

He burst out laughing, which pissed you off even more.

„I’m sure you’ll figure it out, y/nnie. I’m going to hang up, the boys are already here. See you in an hour.“

You angrily massaged your temples, not knowing what to do. Minutes after you hung up, Chan sent you a text - a picture of him with various presents from his friends, smiling giddily into the camera.

„That little shit“, you muttered under your breath.

Just you wait - I’ll figure this out!

You had to be strategic about it - most of the shops were about to close anyway, so which one would you go to?

The ones with clothing? You shook your head as you recalled how much clothes he already had not only at his place but also yours.

The ones with books? Nah, that boy rarely reads, you argued with yourself.

Come on, think y/n. You can do this.

„Oh“, you jumped excitedly, as you had finally figured it out.

You walked straight to the biggest fragrance shop you could find, wandering in front of the men’s aisle.

„Whoa, those are a lot“, you noticed.

The shelves were filled with various flacons - colorful or bland, minimalistic or eccentric, cheap or ridiculously expensive.

„Fuck, how am I supposed to find the right one before the shop closes?“

As your eyes scanned the shelves you noticed two teenage girls next to you, giggling and whispering about some guy close to you.

„He is so hot, oh my god“, one of them whispered.

„I know and he smells soooo good“, the other one agreed.

You cautiously turned your head, curious about the guy they were talking about.

„Damn“, you whispered under your breath.

He was good looking! He was tall and built like a greek god, muscular yet lean. His dark long hair suited his handsome face perfectly, adding to his chic yet urban style. You didn’t notice yourself wander closer to him, as you were too engulfed analyzing his features. You chuckled as you noticed his hair fall into his brown eyes, he clumsily pushed the strands away from his face but they fell back every time. He had a sharp gaze, observing the perfumes in front of him with precision.

„I bet he’s hella smarted“, you mumbled silently.

Finally, you were standing right next to him. You closed your eyes, as you took him all in, his presence was mesmerizing. Shit, those girls were right. He smells amazing, you thought to yourself, lost in your mind altogether.

The stranger turned around with wide eyes, asking you bluntly: „Did you just smell me?“

You opened your eyes abruptly, embarrassed to the core.

„I, uh, ha, yeah, so, funny story“, you rambled shyly.

He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest and faced you, a sly smile on his lips.

„I’m listening.“

You cursed yourself internally but decided to spill the truth.

„You see I am here because I need a gift. Not any gift but THE gift. And I was standing over there overlooking all these perfumes as I heard some teenagers giggle and gush about you.“

He averted his gaze to the right and looked at the two girls behind you who turned around abruptly, hiding their faces.

„Go on“, he mumbled as he looked at you again. „So, yeah, they were saying how good you smelled and since I need that perfect gift I thought I would find out for myself.“

He leaned his head to the side as he was listening to you ramble.

„And you thought smelling me, a mere stranger, was the best way to go about it?“

„In hindsight? No. But I am desperate, so cut me some slack. Please.“

He let out a deep sigh and uncrossed his arms, picking up the perfume he was wearing and handing it over to you.

„That’s the one“, he pointed out.

You observed the package, it looked hella expensive but it did smell divine.

„Thank you“, you whispered.

„Do you need it for your boyfriend?“

You laughed out loud, not realizing that he was serious about it.

„No. I don’t have a boyfriend. This one is for my brother.“

„Ah“, he nodded.

Now, that the shock was gone, you noticed the stranger’s voice - deep and raspy, a melodic sound you would have loved to listen to for longer. Sadness formed in your gut as he turned around, ending this conversation now that you had what you wanted.

„Hey, wait.“

He turned around again, looking at you expectantly. Damn, why did he have to be so handsome? Okay, focus, Y/N, focus.

„I kinda feel like owning you an apology for sniffing you, so uhm, sorry…?“

„Joon“, he replied.

„Joon?“

„Yeah, actually Namjoon but you can call me Joon.“

Gosh, his name is just as pretty as he is.

„And whom does the sniffing nose belong to?“

„Y/N“, you stretched out your hand, waiting for him to shake it.

Namjoon smiled warmly as he shook your delicate hand.

„Nice to meet you, Y/N.“

Nice to meet you, too, Joon.

His presence made you feel warm, and comfortable.

„So, when’s the party?“

You took a glance at your wrist, cursing yourself for arriving late.

„Started 30 minutes ago“, you confessed.

„So what, you forgot about the present?“

„No“, you exclaimed agitated.

„I just.. It’s hard to shop for him, that’s all.“

„So, you were looking for the perfect gift, is that it?“

You nodded, not entirely convinced that a perfume would be it but you were left with no options.

„What about you? Shopping for yourself?“

„Yeah, I was kinda looking for the next perfume that you would sniff on me, actually“, he mused jokingly.

Wait, what was he saying?

„Wouldn’t your girlfriend be mad about that?“

Clearly, someone like him had to be taken already. Namjoon’s eyes widened in surprise - were you that oblivious?

„I don’t have one. So sniff me all you want“, he smiled sneakily.

You looked down, cheeks rosy and shy from this playful banter.

„Excuse me but we are closing the shop right now. Please buy something or leave, thank you“, the store clerk interrupted the two of you.

„Oh sure, sorry!“, you marched to the front, paying for the ridiculously expensive perfume while Namjoon was following you. You stood outside the store for a while, getting to know each other and flirting candidly.

You learned that he was an artist, who worked with his hands a lot. He loved to read and rhyme on his own, often hanging out at public libraries and hidden bookstores. You bit your lip as you were right about him, he was a smart one.

Smart. Handsome. Funny. And into me. What were the odds?

„Do you think your brother will like the perfume?“

You shrugged your shoulders, not really sure if that was the best gift after all. You recalled his words in your mind „be happy and healthy and get a boyfriend“…

Suddenly, a new idea flooded your consciousness.

„Hey Joon?“, you asked out of the blue.

„Hm?“

„What are you doing tonight?“

„Nothing, actually. I’m free like a bird“, he cheered warmly.

Jackpot.

„Wanna come with me? Be my date for tonight?“

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breeistired · 24 days

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Rafe with autistic reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, innocent reader

Tropes: kookxpogue, sunshinexgrumpy

Summary: Reader is autistic.

Bree rants: Hi! So, I am only mildly autistic, so if I get any of this wrong I am deeply sorry. ALSO, if you're reading this, please help me work tumblr, I don't know how to make a taglist or boarders. Thank you- Also my askbox is always opened, so ask me random questions, I am always bored. Before I forget, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! AND, if you want this to be a full oneshot, please tell me in the comments. I love you and enjoy reading!

(HOW DO I MAKE BOARDERS.)

Rafe! Who found you at his house in his party crying because everything was too loud.

Rafe! Who was about to yell at you but once he looked down, he felt soft and mushy.

Rafe! Who would continue to stare at you while you cry, not knowing what to do.

Rafe! Who finally speaks up and asks you if you need something. You shake your head no and he does not take that lightly. Instead grabbing you some water and sitting beside you.

Rafe! Who eventually finds out its because of how loud everything was and takes you up to his room. Topper whistles thinking Rafes getting lucky. Rafe tells him to shut up and you sit on his bed.

Rafe! Who would calm you down by dimming the lights and covering your ears. He thought this was childish but you seemed to have been calming down.

Rafe! Who would let go of your ears and ask you if you're okay.

Rafe! Who slowly finds out you suffer autism and your friend had brought you here to, "let loose." He would fight the urge to punch whoever that friend was.

Rafe! Who would yell at anybody who even talked near his room so you wouldn't have to panic anymore.

Rafe! Who would spend all night with you, letting you rant about your current hyperfixation just so you didn't have to pay attention to the loud party beneath you two.

Rafe! Who smiles at your little giggles and hand gestures. He hated when people would talk to him, but with you, everything you said sounded so luring. Even though you were talking about sharks.

Rafe! Who would drive you home and get your number.

Rafe! Who becomes obsessed with you after a week of getting to know you. Doing research on autism just so he could help you out like you helped him that night you met, he would've been fucking some girl he didn't like or smoke weed all night. Instead he found you.

Rafe! Who would ask you to be his girlfriend after two weeks.

Rafe! Who buys you anything you hyperfixate on. Legos? He's buying every set and listening you talk about the lego sets. Sharks? He'd buy you a mountain of plushies. Anything your autism liked for a few months or weeks, he would buy.

Rafe! Who never forced you to come to crowded places with. And if you do, he brings noise cancelling headphones or something for you to fidget with.

Rafe! Who practically almost murders anybody who says your too weird or something about your mental health.

Rafe! Who makes sure you eat all your meals, even if its krafts mac and cheese for the 5th time today.

Rafe! Who lets you sleep with him but gets annoyed when you have to put one of your shark plushies between you two. Though he would never tell you he was annoyed.

Rafe! Who ends up telling Barry random facts about the new movie you're obsessed with because that's all you talk about.

Rafe! Who loves you to death despite everything. He loves you and your hyperfixations. (maybe not the shark plushies though)

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bylerschmyler · 1 year

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Mike - Vecna's 4th victim

I know that many people believe that Mike was a tool for Vecna to get Will and El back or that he waited for Mike to be gone to California. I have a pretty different perspective on this and I want to share my thoughts about this. I just gonna warn you that this post will be quite long but I would appreciate it if you take your time to read it.

For the tool-theory and waiting to be gone-theory I have two simple reasons why I don't think that they are correct.

When Vecna kills Chrissy Mike is still in Hawkins. He doesn't wait for Mike to be gone/sitting in the car/plane and traveling to California. Vecna kills her mere hours before Mike had no possibility to interfere with him. It's not only that Vecna kills Chrissy, no he kills her in close proximity to Max who could have been more suspicious about Eddie, Chrissy and the lights and could have called a CODE RED, which would have led to Mike not going to California. So if he wanted Mike to go to California (either for him to be gone or to get El/Will back) why would he jeopardize this mission by being too impatient?

If Vecna wanted Mike out of the way why didn't he just kill him? I mean we can all agree that pre S4 Mike already has a massive amount of trauma. So if he needs Mike out of the way he could have just cursed him too, couldn't he? There was nobody to stop him from doing it. El? Out of the picture. No powers and too far away. Mike? Wouldn't be able to help himself during a trance. The Party? If they don't know what is coming, how would they prevent it?

So I think Mike wasn't a tool for Vecna. He was a perfect fit for a far more important role.

He was the Chosen one, the fourth, the final sacrifice.

But before we are going to discuss Mike's role in Vecna's plan in detail, let's take a step back and take a look in the things that actually happened in S4.

Specifically everything that has to do with Patrick and his curse. Because there are so many things wrong with Patricks curse.

First of all Patrick doesn't fit the other victims. Timing wise as well as in his trauma and our connection to him and his connection to other characters on the show.

Timing

Patrick is the only victim that we see getting cursed. This happens on the March 23rd (sunday) at some point during the day (morning or noon I guess). (here the scene where he gets cursed)

This is in direct contrast to the timeline which is presented by Max. For further explanation this is also March 23rd but late in the evening.

So let me get this straight.

Chrissy's curse started a week ago (approximately week = seven days. I made this post where I found a specific date when Chrissy's symptoms started and they are not adding up. But I think it's because it's meant to be not the curse itself that's coursing these symptoms but something else which I will talk about in another post)

Fred's started six days ago

Max's five days ago

And Patrick just that morning (basically one day ago)?

In no way this is supposed to happen. What was the reason? Did Vecna forget to curse Patrick four days ago? Or couldn't he decide who to curse 4 days prior?

Well the most logical reason (imo) is that his actual target can't be targeted. And we do know one character who was in Hawkins and left during the season. And that's Mike. But this is not the only reason Patricks timing is off.

With Patrick being cursed there is a change in the way the curse works for Max and him in comparison to Fred and Chrissy. I won't go too much in to the details but here are some observations.

Chrissy and Fred both have 3 visions that are heavily paralleling each other.

Their 1. vision is related to the people around them. Chrissy thinks that Max is still in the room when the pounding on the bathroom stall starts. Then she hears her mothers voice and Vecna's feed come into vision. Her mothers voice get distorted soon after and Vecna's voice fades in.

Freds first vision is also directly connected to a conversations he is having with Officer Daniels. Daniels also fades in to Vecna. His face and his voice.

The second vision is the grandfather clock. But a very creepy version.

With Chrissy it's spiders with Fred it's people turning into Vecna calling him murderer.

The third vision is there death and relieving their nightmare.

Both die on the end of their 5th day of being cursed. Their visions start during the day and the day ends with their death.

In contrast to this Max curse is put off this timing. Max visions start on the end of her 5th day of being cursed and she has 3 visions with different themes than Fred and Chrissy.

Max's 1. vision is the grandfather clock. But it's only the creepy grandfather clock. No spiders and no link to Max's trauma.

Her 2nd vision is like Fred’s and Chrissy’s 1st vision a person who fades into Vecna.

her 3rd vision is supposed to be her death which she can escape from.

She has a 4th vision where she actually dies.

Patrick only has one vision we see and one that is implied but we don’t see at all. His first vision is the clock during Chrissy’s funeral.

the other would have been when he dies but we don’t see the vision.

Timing wise this implicates the scenario that Patricks’s cursing throws the timeline off schedule because we see a clear pattern before he was cursed which is thrown off the second Vecna targets him. So likely the original schedule would have targeted Max on the 23rd and the 4th victim on the 24th.

Lack of imagery and missing build up

His trauma, connection to other characters and the connection we build to him is also off. While most of it is due to the lack of imagery regarding him but also to the fact that we have a build up in this topics that Patrick is reversing.

I don’t really want to order the trauma of Vecna’s victims in terms of severity because I firmly believe that any trauma should be addressed and recognised and you shouldn’t compare trauma (unless you’re a therapist) because this kind of invalidates the people with “less severe” trauma. But when we talk about Patrick’s trauma we only have two clues about what it is because we don’t see visions that are related to his trauma. The first one is when he gets cursed (here). A man, likely his father, calls him a disgrace. Lucas also tells us that Patrick came to practice with a black eye once.

This implicates that Patrick is also a victim of domestic abuse (like Chrissy) What I find interesting is that this creates a circle of trauma themes.

(I want to emphasize that between Fred and Max there is a build up because Fred has survivors guilt and Max has survivors guilt but also wanted the person that died to die before he died. This is obviously meant for us to notice because it’s an addition to the same theme)

Ignoring the potential build up in the trauma and going into Patrick’s relationships we see that he doesn’t make sense as 4th victim narratively speaking. We have a clear build up in the victims relationships with other characters:

Chrissy has no known relationship to our main characters

Fred is Nancy’s colleague and apprentice (Fred asking Nancy how she did this with Jonathan). They are close enough (Nancy trusts him enough) to take him to the Trailer Park.

Max is a main character of the show. She has many close relationships to other main characters

And then Patrick comes around and he is just Lucas’ team mate who he can’t even trust because they are hunting for his friends.

The connections to other characters get closer and closer until Max only to go rapidly down with Patrick. Narratively this doesn’t make sense because Patrick is supposed to be the 4th victim. He should have close ties to our favorite characters and they should care deeply about him because of the needed rise in tension. They get around it with Max escaping the death vision and being the actual 4th victim but for the original plan this would have been very weird.

This also ties to the connection we as an audience have to the victims.

Chrissy is a new character. We only see her in one episode and we barely know anything about her. Most of what we know is that she is a cheerleader and she has trauma. Although many people sympathize with her we can’t really get connected to her.

Fred is basically the same. But we get more information about him. We know he is a journalist. We also know that he does know about Jonathan and Nancy and their struggles in their relationship (which he kind of wants to take a chance in because he flirts with Nancy). We have two episodes with him.

We have known Max since season 2. We had a lot of time to get to know her and create a bond with her.

And yet again Patrick doesn’t make sense. Why do we get a new character which we don’t like because he is part of the antagonists, after a (beloved) main character? There was a subtle build up and then we flunk down in the negatives with our perspective on the character.

I wanna add that in an recent reblog of a post i discussed Mike's parallels to the other victims. You can find the post here.

But how does Mike fit in?

Most people on here are well aware of all the hints that connect Mike with Vecna. Therefore many people believe he is a target in S5. I believe so too. I still don’t think that so much has changed during S4 that made him more targetable than he already was. Yes his trauma increased through the shootout, the death of unknown hero agent man, lying to El and losing Eddie and Max, but his trauma was there before. And it was severe enough to make him struggle. It’s pointed out in the canon extending book “Lucas on the line” and it is also shown in his behavior in S4 (getting up too late, used clothes, dirty room/basement, he doesn’t eat on camera, and more). So Mike would be a perfect target for Vecna only considering his trauma. But there is way more stuff that make Mike a perfect last puzzle piece in this situation. First of all he is one of the few characters that are in Hawkins when the curses begin and have more/deeper connections than Max. Yes Max has a lot of deep connections (the Party and El specifically) but Mike has those connections too and he has deeper connections to the teens (Nancy and Jonathan especially), Will, Joyce and Hopper. So in a certain way he is more connected to the rest of the cast and would be perfect to be the final step of the build up we see with character relationships. He has also been part of the show since S1 and was one of THE main characters in S1 and S2. He has a very important role in figuring out important plot points and so for us he is obviously a very important character. And so while I don’t play favorites he is slightly more important for the audience (subjectively speaking). Timing wise (as I said before) he is the only character we know to travel out of Hawkins during the cursing. Him being cursed on March 20th (thursday) wouldn’t compromise the given timeline. It would also explain this scene where Mike clearly looks like he has a awful headache.

And this scene where Max has a nosebleed and the camera’s focus shifts to him

(some people believe that’s the moment he cursed Max. I doubt that. When Max explains the symptoms she said nosebleedS, plural [Insert Eddie’s comment on Nancy’s guns here].I believe that’s thursday morning and Mike was just cursed and had a nosebleed like Patrick and he looked like he looked because he found it suspicious that he had a nosebleed and now Max has a nosebleed.) Clearly two times where he was visibly shown in the context of the curses symptoms. Also his bedroom scene, when he reads Els' letter could connect to the symptoms (this is more of a reach than the other two).

Sleeping in underwear => He woke up an a cold sweat

The binder with Will’s drawings is in his room => having nightmares and needing comfort

(re-)reading the letter => having nightmares and needing reassurance that everything is okay

he is later than he usually is => trouble sleeping

Also I think @aemiron-main pointed that out: Mikes Reaction to Karen telling him that he need to be home by nine because it's an early flight suggests that he barely sleeps because he seems to not care of the early flight.

And last but not least the line Vecna uses for Max (You’ll be the chosen one, the fourth the final sacrifice) fits way better to Mike. Why? Well the main reason I only got on the Mike getting vecnaed’ train was while I was rewatching the show I saw this scene where El screams for Mike while she has a vision:

This scene reminded me of this scene where Will does the same:

And it made me think about how Vecna knows that both of his former targets heavily depend on Mike. He is the first they think about when needing help. He’s the first they find comfort in when upset. So Mike is obviously on Vecna’s radar. There is more…. These two scenes where Max and Mike help El and try to protect her and Billy sees it.

They stand out because it would make so much sense for Mike to be targeted too. Max does become a target because of her trauma but also because of her connection to El. So Mike would be a perfect target too. Him being the final sacrifice would be the peak of devastation for both Will and El and would make perfect sense for Vecna to do so. Also it would contrast Mike’s arc because he is usually the one interfering with Vecna’s plans in overtaking the real world. Mike being the last kill to open the gates to the UD would be very “poetic” from Vecna’s POV. Furthermore the line “You would be the chosen one” would be far more fitting for Mike. Mike is a fan of fantasy stories. The Chosen One Trope is a typical fantasy trope that has been used for ages. Mike can relate far more to this trope than Max (Max is a comic fan where this trope is used too, but Mike is pictured way more with classic fantasy where this trope is used very often).

But why did Vecna wait for Mike to go on vacation?

This is the only thing that really makes me struggle. Because I don’t have a good answer to this. The only possible explanation I see (without doubting the rest of this theory) is that Vecna didn’t look for his plans, his supposedly happy memories/thoughts and only took in the bad ones. Max tells us that she thinks Vecna only looks for the bad memories.

So if Max is right then Vecna didn’t look for the light in Mike’s mind and only for the darkness. (Therefore didn't see his hope of reconnecting to Will in Califronia) I also want to point out that Mike is not the only target Vecna needed. He needed four victims. So this is not solely about him. And you need to know that Vecna feeds off his victims fears, anxiety and guilt. So it makes sense for him to unleash his curse when all his victims are especially tense/anxious

Chrissy’s mother forced a beauty idea on her daughter that resulted in her being connected to bulimic tropes (Throwing up, rotten food). She is also a cheerleader in the 80s and she “needed to be pretty” because the championship games were coming up. So Chrissy would be more anxious than usually

Fred is less obvious than Chrissy. The only clues I got why he would be more anxious than usual are that Officer Daniels (Vecna Vision) tells us that the accident happened last year and he knows about Jonathan and Nancy’s relationship problems. The first could mean that the car crash happened somewhere in 1985 or it could actually mean that the anniversary is coming up which (knowing from S2) would affect Fred through the anniversary effect. The latter could make him anxious because he might see a chance with his crush (we see him multiple times openly flirting with Nancy)

Max would be more anxious because Billy’s birthday is coming up (March 29 - also anniversary effect)

Mike would be more anxious because he is traveling to California and he doesn’t know how Will feels about him and maybe he is a little jealous because of El’s letter and Will painting something for a girl

Additionaly the week before spring break could be full of tests which could make all victims more anxious.

Another good question regards the timing. Vecna did look for a replacement for Mike on March 23rd but Mike left early on March 22nd. So why did he wait an additional day for Mike? This is obviously a question I asked myself a lot. Why did Vecna wait for Mike to be gone for a whole day before looking for a replacement (Patrick)? Well this one is very hard to answer. But there is one scene in particular that makes me believe that Vecna starts his rampage usually early in the morning. You can take a look here in this post. I included the scenes right before and right after the scene on purpose because it gives us a better perspective on the timeline. So right before Vecna gets hooked up to the vines, El went to her bedroom crying. We know that this happened on the night of March 22nd. Then it cuts to the UD where Vecna gets hooked up but nothing happens afterwards. Instead we see how the sun rises/travels in the sky. Then it cuts to Lucas and the beginning of the hunt for Eddie. So what is the purpose of this whole scene? Vecna wanted to start the final stage of his curse (visions) for Max early on the 23rd. This is probably what he was doing with Chrissy and Fred the days before. He recognized that he couldn’t find Mike anywhere and then started to search for a replacement until he found Patrick. Very important for this theory, Vecna finds Patrick way later. There are almost 20 Minutes between this scene and the scene where Patrick gets cursed. Even more important: We see every group on screen before we get back to Vecna. There is literally a cut to every small group. First Lucas and the Jocks, then Max, Dustin, Robin and Steve with Eddie, then Nancy, the Cali Gang, Joyce and Murray, Hopper back to the Hawkins gang at the Trailer Park. I think Vecna didn’t recognize Mike’s absence because he was solely focused on Fred on the 22nd and started with Fred visions early in the morning before Mike got to the airport. So when he wanted to get started with Max the next day he realized that he couldn’t reach Mike anymore and decided to go for a replacement. That’s when the timings of the victims don’t add up anymore.

Besides everything I showed you here there is another theory that is connected to this. #possessiongate from @dinitride-art

This shows how my theory is supported visually in the show. It also explains why Mike isn't shown as cursed after the breakfast on the 23rd because his curse was shifted to Patrick.

#byler #mike wheeler #victimgate #mike gets vecna’d #mike getting vecna’d #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things analysis #st analysis #st theory #stranger things theory #mike wheeler analysis #vecna's curse

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 20

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"Uuuh, the revenge dress is back" John laughed.

"I totally forgot about the Christmas party and it was the first thing that I found" June said while checking she had everything she may need in her purse.

"Well, you look hot as hell, you should wear it more often. Like... Maybe on your next date with Chilly? When is that happening, by the way?"

"I don't know."

"June, did you fuck things up again?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why haven't you met again?"

"Because we've been busy. But I'm stopping at his place on my way to the party."

"Then you can start forgetting about it" he chuckled.

"What?"

"The moment he sees you with that dress in his front door, he'll drag you to his room and…"

"Shut up, John!" June said again, feeling her cheeks getting warmer.

"Just a warning" he shrugged.

"Whatever. Have you seen my keys?"

"I think that crazy cat of yours was playing with them earlier.”

"What? John! I can't be late!"

"To shag Chilly?" he said with a mischievous smile.

"You are so annoying" she replied. "Help me find the keys."

"Ok, fine. You are too stressed and getting laid will definitely help, so let's get this over with."

"John!"

"I'm just teasing you, June" he laughed. "You look so cute when your face looks like a tomato."

"And you look really cute with my fist on your nose."

"Ok, ok" John laughed again. "Let's find your keys so you can go give Chilly his Christmas present. Which isn't something sexual" he quickly added when he saw the look June was giving him.

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“Merry Christmas, Chilwell.”

“Merry Christmas, Maxwell. Please come in.”

“Thank you” June smiled, taking off her coat. “Sorry I am a bit late, but I couldn’t find my keys and… Ben, are you ok? Ben. Chilwell!”

“Uh?”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just… your dress.”

“Please don’t tell me I ripped it getting out of the car or that it is covered in cat's fur.”

“No, no. It’s perfect.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“Because it is perfect.”

“You aren’t making any sense, Chilwell.”

“It is the dress you wore at the Sky party last season, isn’t it?”

“It is. Why?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since that day.”

“About my dress?” June laughed. “I knew you were into fashion, but I didn’t know you were so into it.”

“I’m into you wearing it” he said, finally looking her in the eyes.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you wearing that dress.”

“You… haven’t…” June mumbled.

“That night I realized that June Maxwell was more than an annoying girl who also happened to be an amazing football player. She also was hot. Very hot” Ben said, slowly walking towards her.

“Oh.”

“Oh” he repeated, now standing in front of her. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you that night. Didn’t you notice?”

“Back then I wasn’t paying you the same attention I do now” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah…” he replied, biting his lower lip and making June suddenly feel really hot.

“So, umm… Your Christmas present.”

“Is this my Christmas present? You wearing this dress?” he smirked.

“What? No… no, no no. This is” she said, showing him the little bag she was carrying.

“Shame” he sighed.

“Yes, umm… Your present” June repeated, putting the bag in front of her and hoping that it would somehow stop whatever was going on between her and Ben.

“Wait… You actually made it!” he smiled as he opened the bag. “I thought you had forgotten about my beanie!”

“I had other customers in case you forgot.”

“Did you also embroider the girls' initials on theirs?”

“Just on yours. Is it too much?”

“It’s perfect, June. I love it” Ben said with a smile that made June’s heart skip a beat.

“Put it on. I used John as a model but I think your head is bigger.”

“Rude” he chuckled.

“I’m not being rude, it’s a fact. Does that sound familiar?” she smirked.

“Nope” Ben laughed. “So, how do I look?”

“As I expected. Stupidly handsome” June sighed.

“Sorry” he replied with another smile while grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer to him, the space that she had put between them gone again. “Thank you very much, Maxwell.”

“You’re welcome, Chilwell” she gulped, the heat she had been feeling earlier also coming back. “Do you want to do something before I have to leave?”

“I do. I want to do this” Ben said before kissing her.

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“There you are” Vittoria said as June walked into the party. “Where were you?”

“Trying to survive the chaos. First I forgot to pick a dress for tonight and had to go through my whole wardrobe to find something nice. Then I couldn't find my keys because Pepper had been playing with them. Then I got stuck in traffic…”

Which wasn’t a lie. But the real reason behind June arriving late, was the make out session she and Ben had had. Leaving him had been extremely difficult.

“Have I told you yet that I love that you called your cat Pepper? Chilly... Pepper...” Vittoria smirked, making June roll her eyes. “Anyway, come. Lauren has been asking for you nonstop, I think something happened.”

“Something like what?”

“I don't know. By the way, is this the Versace dress from the Sky party? The revenge one like John calls him?”

“Yep.”

“You know, now that you and Chilly are back to being friends, you should ask him if the dress had the effect John wanted. If seeing you wearing it made him hard.”

“Vittoria!”

“What?”

“We aren’t alone, lower down your voice.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you should ask him. Knowing what happened after, I think I know his answer” she smirked again.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s go find Lauren” June said, trying to change the topic. Because she already knew that the dress had had the response John had been looking for when he chose it for her.

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"No" June and Mason said at the same time.

"C'mon, guys. You are the captains, you have to do it!" Lauren begged.

"And it is Christmas. Can't you put aside whatever happened for just one night? Please?" Reece pouted.

"Ok, fine" June sighed. "But just because you two are the most annoying siblings ever and I can't say no to that face."

"Thank you" Reece smiled. "Mount?"

"No" he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mase, bro… C'mon."

"I don't want to be anywhere near her, Reece. End of the story."

"Seriously, Mason? It's just a stupid speech, nothing else. We do it and then you can go back to ignoring me and being bitter" June said.

"Bitter?" he laughed. "I'm not bitter, Maxwell."

"That's not what people say."

"What people, uh? Chilly? I know he forgave you and that you are back to sucking his dick."

"I'm not…"

"Ok, ok" Lauren said, stopping June mid sentence. "It's Christmas, remember? A time for peace and love. So let's leave the sexual comments for another day and focus on what matters now. The speech."

"Exactly" Reece said. "Will you do it or not?”

"I will. But Mr. Mount here is too obsessed with what I do in my personal life" June said.

"Maybe because it is with my best friend? The one you said you didn't have feelings for?"

"Mason, I already apologized for lying to you. What else do you want me to do?"

"Oh, so you do have feelings for Chilly" he laughed.

"Yes, I do. Happy now?"

"Do you love him?" he asked.

"Mase, I don't think this is the moment to ask something like that" Lauren intervened. She knew better than anyone how much June struggled with talking about her feelings.

"It's complicated" she replied.

"It isn't, Maxwell. Do you love Chilly, yes or no?"

"I…"

"Guys, it's time for the speech" a Chelsea staff member said, interrupting the conversation. "Are you ready?"

"I am" June quickly said. She could kiss that woman right now.

"Mount?"

"Yeah, I guess" he sighed. "But you still owe me an answer" he whispered in June's ear as they walked back into the party.

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our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 4

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pairing: ethan landry x reader

warnings: implied sexual content/loss of virginity. no explicit language but it's clear what's happening (all characters are 18+). also lots of making out

a/n: okayyyy first time writing anything like this so i hope it's good. i debated making it more or less explicit for a really long time and landed somewhere in the middle. also if you want to be added to the taglist please leave me a reply and i'll put you on the list :)

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As cute as he may be, Ethan is a terrible driver.

I can’t figure it out. He’s usually so apprehensive, but as soon as I tell him my address, he’s going 15 over the limit, knuckles tight against the wheel.

“Um, do you need directions?” I ask.

“No.” He notices my puzzled expression, so he clarifies. “We actually used to live here, when I was way younger. I’m pretty sure I know where you are.”

As we start to weave through the backstreets of the suburbs, he looks over at me with a nervous glint in his eye. “So, um, are your parents home? Will they be mad that you’re getting home so late?”

“They’re out of town. A wedding for a college friend or something. Chad wanted us to throw a party, but Sam would have flipped, so it’s just me.”

“Shame, you seem like such a party person,” he teases, and I roll my eyes at him, a slight blush creeping on my face.

He finally turns into my driveway, which is good because I’m starting to get seasick. Stepping out of the car, I fumble for my keys before realizing I left the door open this morning. I’d usually panic about this sort of thing, but I’m distracted by the feeling of Ethan’s presence behind me.

Pushing open the door and flipping on the lights, I lead him into the kitchen. For some reason, I’m really, really fucking nervous to be alone with him. “Uh, do you want any water?”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, sitting down at the table.

I grab two glasses from the shelf and fill them with water, sliding one across the table. “Thanks,” he smiles. “Um, I’m sorry about everything that happened tonight. That guy was a creep and you did the right thing, obviously, but what Tara said was really not cool.

I stare into the glass. “It’s okay. She was really drunk or whatever. I can apologize to her tomorrow morning.”

Ethan frowns. “Well, sure, but it’s not really your fault, right? You were looking out for her.”

“She wasn’t actually mad about the guy, I don’t think. She got into an argument earlier with her sister and I tried to step in, so she was super pissed at me already. I think she was looking for a fight.”

“Does she do that a lot? Look for a fight, I mean?”

“I don’t know,” I sigh. “She drives me crazy, and sometimes I want to kill her, but she’s my best friend.”

Ethan looks like he wants to say something, but stays quiet. Now’s probably a better time than any to pivot away from Tara and the chaos of the night.

“So,” I say, “any long-distance partner from any of your previous high schools?”

He laughs. “Uh, no. I’ve actually never… had a girlfriend or anything.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. You’re just so–”

I stop myself before I finish that sentence. He raises an eyebrow at me. “What, Y/N? So what?”

“Cute,” I mumble. “Really, really cute.”

Ethan grins. “Oh, really cute, huh?”

“Shut up,” I say. “Yeah.”

I suddenly notice how little distance there is between us. I look up nervously to meet his gaze. Jesus, he’s tall.

“I think so, too,” he says.

I give him a quizzical look. “You think you’re cute?”

“Wait. Shit. No. Not what I meant– you. I think you’re cute, too. You are.” I giggle softly, and he blushes. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.

My stomach turns. My butterflies are nearly unbearable, but I nod. “Yes. Please.”

Ethan leans in, and I meet him halfway, pressing my lips against his. My heart is pounding, but the kiss feels so perfect that I forget about everything else.

We break apart and his eyes are wide with apprehension. “Was that okay?”

In reply, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, deeper this time. He relaxes into it, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in. We kiss like that, leaning against the kitchen table, until I pull back. “Can we go upstairs? Uh, my mom sometimes keeps a camera down here.”

“Sure, lead the way,” he says, slightly out of breath.

It takes everything in me not to run up the stairs, but I take him by the hand and lead him to my room. There are books and half-finished forgeries strewn across the various surfaces, plus a laundry basket of clothes I have to put away, and I kick myself for not taking the time to clean up this morning.

Ethan doesn’t seem to mind, though. When I turn to him, he’s only looking at me. He reaches to cup the side of my face, studying it for a moment before kissing me again. I stumble back onto my bed and he follows suit. His hand reaches for my hip and I gasp softly when he touches a little bit of exposed skin on my thigh

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says.

“No, no please– it’s okay.” I grab his hand, placing it back on my leg. “I liked it.”

He smiles slightly, eyes darkening. As he leans in to kiss me, his hand snakes up my leg, resting at the crook of my thigh. I follow suit, running my hand down his chest.

The undershirt I have on was great for modesty, but I’m suddenly overheating. “Hey, um, do you mind if I take this shirt off? It’s literally a hundred degrees right now.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he grins. “Well, I don’t have a problem with that…”

I blush and he laughs, but I slip the straps of the dress off my shoulders and pull the shirt over my head, exposing my collarbone and a not-insignificant amount of cleavage. Even though I’m technically covered, I feel naked underneath his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “You know that?”

My breath catches, but his compliment fills me with some type of courage. I lean over and kiss him, harder than before. He makes a muffled noise, clearly caught off guard by my sudden boldness, but wraps his hand around the back of my neck. I find the hem of his shirt and pull away just enough to ask, “Can we take this off?”

Ethan nods profusely and pulls his blue polo over his head, and I swear to god: I am the luckiest girl alive. I notice for the first time how defined his arms are, and then I’m distracted by the abs he somehow had time to curate between cross-country moves. “Fuck, Ethan, you’re gorgeous.”

Under normal circumstances, I would be embarrassed to speak this plainly, but I’m too into this to care. He responds by leaning us both back on the bed until he’s basically on top of me, kissing me deeply and firmly. I’m suddenly kissing his neck and it’s like I’m not me anymore because I never do this, but fuck, he is so attractive and he wants me too. I don’t know how long we keep making out this way, but it’s a long time before he pulls back suddenly. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

He looks away, avoiding my gaze. “I, um… I just want you to know that I haven’t… done anything like this before.”

My cheeks go red. “Ethan, I haven’t either. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“That’s the thing, though,” he says, running his hand through his hair. “I… I want to. I want you.” He pauses. “If that’s okay?”

A feeling of panic surges in my chest, but I push it down. I think about the box of condoms that Mom bought me when I turned 18, “just in case,” and the time Mindy told me about her first time with Anika, and even the way I felt when Tara left me alone earlier tonight– I know that this is what I want.

“I want to, too. Are you sure?”

He smiles. “I’m sure.”

We lay back in my bed and he’s pulling the straps of my dress off, kissing over the newly exposed skin. He kisses down my neck and chest, and I take the time to do the same. I want to make this moment last before he asks me one more time if I’m ready.

I am.

I don’t have a moment to second-guess myself before he’s holding me, and we’re suddenly close, so, so close, and we stay that way until we fall asleep, nestled in each other’s arms.

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After three weeks of development, I am proud to finally reveal one of my longest writing projects to date, with over six thousand words:

How Twilight Knight Convinced His Father that Their Best Friend Isn’t a War Criminal!

I hope you enjoy! :D

(also heads up this is extremely Dusk & TK centered lol-)

Even by Twilight Knight’s standards -a void-astral with a family tree so confusing that trying to explain it all would take more than two hours- the day had been weird.

First off, they’d almost lost in a sparring match against Mace Knight which never happened, and then proceeded to get in an argument with the knight over the fact that they used a flail not a mace.

With a feeling of annoyance in the back of their mind, he applied bandaids to the places where Mace’s flail had scraped past their armor and left decent size cuts. Though speaking of those scrapes, the knight began worrying that his armor had been damaged. He removed one of their pauldrons and hoped that the worst hadn’t happened.

Of course the universe wasn’t that kind- Twilight Knight’s heart dropped to the floor when he found that the emblem on their right armor piece had a tear that went right across the center of it.

Apparently he’d been staring at it for long enough that the fellow Meta-Knight ahad noticed.

“You good, Twilight? I’m sorry that your armor got dinged up, I could get Javelin to fix it for you!” The knight offered, but they turned his offer down.

With a small sigh, the void-astral pushed the emblem back against the pauldron hoping that the copious amounts of tape that he’d added over time would restick.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s all fine.” They lied, keeping his dual colored eyes on the emblem.

From the dejected tone in the knight’s voice, Mace could tell that it wasn’t ‘all fine’ like Twilight Knight said, but didn’t press it. Instead they gathered their mace and started walking down the hall, leaving the void-astral alone in the training room.

Though before they could fully leave, Mace had to mention something to the knight, “hey, don’t forget about the banquet we’re going to later at Castle Dedede!”

It was at that point that the day had turned from bad to worse. Because it just so happened that he had entirely forgotten about the autumn equinox banquet that the king threw every year.

In an instant, they had -mostly- forgotten about the pauldron situation and began going towards his room to hopefully make themself look at least half decent for the banquet -or really the party, there wasn’t much difference between the two in King Dedede’s eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Of course, it was his fur that gave them the most problems, because why wouldn’t it? It was almost like the universe was determined to put him through the wringer today.

Though soon enough, they worked out the knot in his navy fur that’d been refusing to cooperate. Which only left one last thing that they had to deal with; his emblem.

It hurt them to look at, if he was honest.

One of their most precious keepsakes, torn, damaged, battered, like it was nothing.

“I don’t think tape’s gonna fix this one…” he joked to themself, examining the rip closer, and he was right.

The original paper emblem had been coated in well over ten layers of tape, and to try and remove the original to fix it, would only do more harm than good. Back when they had originally put the tape on, he’d thought that they’d been protecting it, but now, he’d been wrong.

The thought of that hurt Twilight Knight more than him than they would’ve expected. That emblem was the only thing that he had to remember their best friend by, Dusk had made it for him the day before…everything went wrong.

Memories began replaying in their mind, all far too vivid.

Though the sprint down memory lane was fortunately ebbed when there was a knock on the door. “Hey TK! Could you help me brush my hair?” A voice that he recognized as their younger sister, Selene, asked through the door.

A moment later, he pulled their mask over his face and opened the door to the sight of a young astral holding a hairbrush in one hand and looking up at the door expectantly.

With an amused smile, Twilight Knight waved their sister into his room and she promptly sat on the bed waiting for them.

“So Twi, are you excited for the party? Pretty much all of Dreamland’s gonna be there!” Selene asked, as her brother started to brush out her snowy fur.

The void-astral thought for a moment, “yeah, I am pretty excited actually. It’ll be nice to spend time with you, Ades, Fy, Dolly, Sailor, Bandee, Kirbs, and well…everyone!”

Selene giggled, “we sure do have a giant family, don’t we?”

“It’s bigger than ‘giant’ at this point.” He nodded while working through a small tangle.

The two maintained relative silence after that, thought it was the type of silence that was comfortable, not the type of silence that would come before Estelle-

Pulling themself out of his thoughts, the knight hadn’t noticed that they yanked on the brush at the last second. ‘Why did that memory have to come up now’ was the main thought going through his head, but there was no answer to be found.

“Uh, Twi? Is everything ok?” Selene asked, turning around to face her sibling, who started to apologize.

Once again, that silence had come back but more tense this time, like air was made of glass and talking would only cut the both of them. Even though a cacophony of emotions and half thought out questions were still whispering like embers from a fire in his mind, he was somehow able to brush through Selene’s fur.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Like most landings the Halberd went through, it was less than smooth, and left a section of Twilight Knight’s bookshelf fallen onto the floor. Which actually was good, because if Meta Knight had been piloting, everything in their room would’ve been on the floor.

“We’re here!” The younger of the two siblings announced, seemingly unfazed by the landing of the ship into the hangar.

A moment later the two were walking down the hallway towards where the gangplank to the ground was, however the two had a better idea of getting to the ground.

“We go on three, ok?” The knight told Selene, keeping a steady hand on the balustrade as the two looked over the side of the Halberd, the ground of the hangar seeming thousands of miles away.

The younger astral nodded with enthusiasm, and pulled the goggles that always rested on her head over her eyes.

With a small laugh, the void-astral began counting down, “one, two, two and a quarter, two and a half…” they dragged out much to Selene’s annoyance.

“…three- GO!” Twilight Knight exclaimed, catching his sister off guard and then jumping off the railing and diving towards the ground.

The wind whistled in their ears as the void-astral went as fast as he could, before opening up their wings to act as a parachute and prevent him from splatting on the ground.

Selene appeared beside the knight a minute later, a pout forming across her face, which somehow made her look even cuter than she already was.

“Hey! You had a head start!” The astral protested.

They shrugged, “I said go and I went! That’s not a head start; that’s just called paying attention- something you need to work on.” The void-astral teased without any spite.

However the two sibling’s argument was soon put down as Sailor Dee walked down the gangplank. “Hey guys! How's it going?” The Waddle Dee asked the two.

“TK cheated!” Selene said, not letting her brother get one word in.

The knight in question scoffed with fake hurt, “as if! Sailor Dee, as your favorite sibling-”

“Bandee’s my favorite sibling.” She deadpanned.

“As your oldest sibling-” they revised.

“Isn’t Pleiades immortal?” Selene interjected.

“You two are a nightmare to work with.” Twilight Knight said with a groan -though internally laughing at their antics-.

After a moment of looking at each other, the two sisters started to giggle to themselves. However, looking around them, the knight realized that all of the other Meta-Knights had already started walking towards Castle Dedede without them.

Though he truly didn’t mind this, as now it had become something that the void-astral liked almost as much as flying; racing people while flying.

“Sail’, Selene! We gotta get moving or else the others are gonna beat us to the banquet!” They informed his two sisters, who realized this fact as well.

Ever enthusiastic, the astral gave a smile and asked, “are we gonna race ‘em?”

Matching her excitement they nodded, “hey Sailor, are you fine with a piggyback ride?” Asking despite already knowing the answer.

A moment later, the Waddle Dee was situated on their back, and three were off flying towards the castle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Obviously, Selene, Sailor, and Twilight Knight had arrived at the castle before the rest of the Meta-Knights, but then found that they weren’t the first people there.

All across the room, ribbons, bows, and floral arrangements were scattered about tables while Waddle Dees worked in teams to decorate the room. The siblings were amazed by it all, but their awe was cut short as a bandana wearing Waddle Dee walked up to the three of them.

“Hey guys! How’s it going?” Bandee greeted the trio.

The three all gave their individual greetings before the Waddle Dee looked around expectantly. “Where’s Meta Knight and the Meta-Knights? I thought you all were coming in together.”

“They’re just behind us, I’m sure! We wanted to go ahead of them and wanted to lend a hand.” Sailor Waddle Dee answered.

Bandee’s chocolate colored eyes held a smile, “that’s real kind of you all, but we almost got it all finished.”

“I think the only people that need help would be Fylass and Taranza, they’re doing the floral arrangements.” They went on to explain, and without second thought, Twilight Knight offered to help them.

Looking to their sisters, “you guys go on and enjoy the party, I’ll catch up with you two later.” He told them, silencing any would be objections.

The knight wadded through a traffic jam of Waddle Dees before arriving at a table in the back, where a chimera and a floralian stood looking through an assortment of flowers on the table.

“You’re sure that there were enough of them?” The void-astral’s sibling asked the spider-like floralian beside them.

Continuing to look through the flowers, the older of the two responded, “I’m positive, I double checked and triple checked- I don’t know what could’ve happened to them!” Taranza affirmed to Fylass.

Nervously stepping towards the two, the knight gave a small wave, “hey guys, is everything ok?”

Turning to face them, the chimera gave a sort of tired smile, “good afternoon, Twi- and everything isn’t alright. Somehow, we ran out of the focal flowers we were using and we still have arrangements left to do-”

“I could go get you guys the flowers you need.” He cut Fylass off and a smile grew across both their and Taranza’s face.

Two of the floralian’s floating hands shook his own, “you’re a lifesaver, Twilight Knight!” He thanked them, formal as ever.

“We’re missing these; white anemones.” Fylass explained, grabbing a flower with pearly white petals and yellow center from another one of the flower arrangements on another table.

Taranza followed up on what the chimera had told him, “there’s a patch of them not too far from here over by Cappy Town, if I’m not mistaken.”

With a nod, Twilight Knight started for the exit of the Castle, navigating through the waves of Waddle Dees as they put up the unused decorations, and passing their father and the rest of the Meta-Knights on their way out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All other days, the streets of Cappy Town were bustling with people hawking all manner of goods ranging from fresh grown produce, small stuffed toys that children begged their parents for, and even the occasional suspicious magical item that was definitely taken from Halcandra.

However, the only indications that the town wasn’t deserted were the sounds of children playing in their backyards and the few people that the knight passed as he walked down the street.

It was almost so quiet in fact, that Twilight Knight could hear the sounds of a Capsule J2 off flying. However, the more they thought about it, that didn’t sound like the engines of a Capsule J2.

To him, it sounded almost like…a Star Ship.

Though immediately the knight’s brain shut that line of thinking down. There were no Star Ships in Dreamland, they had just been hearing things.

But just to be safe, Twilight Knight began walking faster towards where he’d been told the field of flowers was. Besides, the party was going to start in a couple minutes, they had to get back with the flowers as soon as he could.

In no time at all, the knight had found themself on the side of a windswept hill with flowers, all hues of the rainbow, sloping gently down to the beach with crystal clear water.

However finding one specific flower in a field where well over a hundred flowers grew, was proving to be more challenging than he thought it would be. Everywhere they turned, a flower with pearly white petals and yellow center was there, taunting him.

The time they had before the party was to begin was dwindling down and still he was empty handed. However, just as they were preparing to turn back to the castle and apologize profusely to his sibling; right at their feet was a white flower with slightly pointed petals and yellow center, aka the exact flower he’d been searching for.

A wave of relief fell across Twilight Knight, and they reached down and cut a few of the flowers from their stems. “I can’t believe I was gonna let a bunch of flowers beat me.” The knight laughed to himself, opening their wings and preparing to fly off-

“Lycio..?” A voice said, terrifying the knight with only one word.

Barely anybody knew him by that name anymore. Everyone knew them by Twilight Knight; he was a Meta-Knight, they were brave, he was somebody that people looked up to.

While Lycio?

Lycio was sad.

Fighting their newfound fear, the void-astral turned to face whoever was talking to him.

Behind them was an astral, they had light blue fur, with a mop of golden hair that sat between two horns, their warm pink eyes stared into his own, but it was the mask that rested on their face that told the knight that he knew them.

“Dusk…” they said the name more as a statement rather than a question.

Of course he knew it was Dusk, they’d be a sorry excuse for a friend if he couldn’t recognize them -but then again they were a sorry excuse for a friend for a few other reasons.

For a moment, the world felt like a dream.

He had imagined so many scenarios where the two would find each other again. Though now that it was real, every fiber in them was screaming for a lot of different reasons.

The knight began searching for words to say, but Dusk beat him to it.

“M'not mad, if dat's what yer wonderin’.” They said, staring straight at them.

They paused, “ye I mean - I wuz mad when I finally realized ya bailed on me but-” Dusk admitted, as they reached for their mask, “god's, Twilight I- y'know I can't stay mad at ya.”

The void-astral was torn, part of him wanted to run to Dusk, hug them with all their might and finally be back with his best friend. Though the other half of them was terrified, he was the reason that the astral got hurt, they should just leave.

However he didn’t do either of those things and instead stood their ground, “h- how did you..why did you ... I mean, Dusk is that really you...?” He took a step backwards, acting on instinct.

“I- I mean ye’, it iz me, I hope it’z me ya’know..?” Dusk let out a shaky laugh, “iz -iz it really you? I didn'- couldn' sense ya on dis planet-”

The astral stepped forward towards him and they moved back, wings flicking, ready to lift him into the sky and run at the first hint of something wrong

“Please, if you’re going to-” they began, but Dusk cut him off.

“I would neva’-”

“Why shouldn’t you?” They bit back, and he was right. They had every right, every reason, every excuse to be mad. Though that was the thing, Dusk wasn’t, and that didn’t make sense to him.

Twilight Knight searched for the words to say for a minute, but found that they didn’t need to, as Dusk rushed up to him and wrapped their wings around him.

“Because I missed ya’, ya’ big dork! I haven’ seen ya’ in ages an’- an’” the knight’s word’s faulted for a minute, “I was worried ya’ neva’ made it out!”

He could tell that Dusk was holding back tears, and truth was, they were as well. “I-I-I wuz so worried and ya’ just ran out on me- what were ya’ thinkin’?!”

That was the thing, Twilight Knight hadn’t been thinking. He’d been completely moved by their own fear, the memories of that day still lingered in the back of his mind, always reminding them of his own failure. It was their fault everything fell apart, it was always his fault one way or another.

Dusk pulled back from the hug for a moment, and he could see that they were blinking back tears- and the void-astral was doing the same.

“Why- how are you not mad..? I let you get hurt I-” they stuttered out.

The astral seemed taken aback by that, “Wh- no! A’course I ain’ mad! We got attacked, Twi. If anythin’ I’m mad dat ya’ didn’t eva’ reach out! ‘Ve been looking fer ya’ this whole time!”

A feeling started growing in Twilight Knight’s chest- it was his heart breaking and coming back together a hundred times over.

“Yer my best friend, Twi. I could never be mad at ya’. ‘M sorry it took so long fer me ta’ finally say it.”

He got pulled into the hug again, and practically melted into Dusk’s hold. “I’m not mad. It wuzn’ yer fault, Twi. So, please…don’ run from me, then I’d be mad.”

“You promise..?” They mumbled out into Dusk’s light blue fur.

“I do.”

With a shaky breath, “alright, I won’t.”

The two stayed like that for a while, and the world seemed to seep away into a distant memory.

Though a moment later, the knight remembered why he was out there in the first place.

“Oh dear Nova I’m late!” They exclaimed, pulling away from the hug startling Dusk.

The astral looked at him confused, “what’s going on, Twi?”

“I have a party going on with literally all of my family!” He told, checking over the flowers in their hand. When suddenly he got an idea, “Dusk would you wanna come to the party with me?”

Their friend gave a nervous laugh, “Twi, ya’know I’m not really the best ‘round a lot of people…”

“Oh alright then, I can just drop off the flowers and tell them I had to leave. I could also probably sneak you out some food if you want-”

Dusk Immediately perked up at the mention of food, “they’ll have food there?”

“Yeah it’s a banquet, of course there’s gonna be food.” He shrugged.

“I’m in.”

And without another word, the two were headed off towards Castle Dedede, ready for food and somewhat worried at the idea of Twilight Knight having to introduce Dusk to all of their family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Like clockwork, the universe had begun to mess with him as soon as they arrived at the castle and found that Bandana Dee was already welcoming guests in.

As inconspicuous as they could be, Dusk stood out of the line of sight of the Waddle Dee while Twilight Knight went up to their sibling.

“Oh hey Twi! We were beginning to worry about you, how far did you have to go to get those flowers?”

Playing along, the knight shrugged, “all the way out to the Floating Islands- it was a pretty nice view though! Anyways, do you know where King Dedede is?”

The Waddle Dee sighed -despite not actually having a mouth- “the great king is in his room- he still can’t decide which robe to wear.”

“Of course he is,” Twilight Knight rolled their eyes, “thanks, do you think you could run these to Fylass an’ Taranza?” He asked, holding out the flowers to the Waddle Dee who nodded and went down the hallway.

After Bandee turned their back, the knight gestured for Dusk Knight to follow them while they had an opening.

“So, who’s that?” The knight asked as they rounded the corner.

With a slight smile he answered, “oh yeah, that’s one of my siblings. Their name’s Bandana Waddle Dee, though we all just call them Bandee.”

They looked at him for a moment, “how many siblings do you have?”

“Seven I think? We’re not blood related if that’s what you’re wondering.”

An awkward silence then filled the hall, one which neither dared to break. Until they finally arrived at the king of dreamland’s bedroom door.

With a knock on the door, the moth-like knight began to talk to the king on the other side, “heya Dedede? Can we talk for a moment?”

Much to the knight beside them surprise, a penguin that towered over both of them wearing a red robe opened the door a second later.

“Twilight, kiddo! S’nice ta’ see ya! What can I do for ya’?” He asked, seemingly not noticing Dusk.

“There’s a friend of mine that wants to join the banquet, though they weren’t invited so do you think that they could join?”

Without sparing a second thought, the king nodded, “ ‘course they can! We have more than enough food to go ‘round and if they’re a friend a’ yours, they’re a friend a’mine.”

From behind his mask, Twilight Knight smiled as they thanked the king. Before turning back to Dusk and winking, “alright now, we have a party to get to!”

Though as the two knights walked back down the winding hallways that would eventually lead to the grand dining room, a conversation sparked.

“So…how do ya’ know the king a’ this planet?” Dusk questioned.

The second knight gave a small chuckle, “he’s one of my dads- he’s a really great guy, super nice and has an appetite that can match Kirby’s.”

Dusk stopped in their tracks, “YA’ GOT ‘DOPTED BY A KING WHILE I WUZ GONE?” They exclaimed, making him laugh.

“I wasn’t just adopted by the king, Dusk.” They said as nonchalant as he could, as the two came face to face with the grand dining room.

A hundred sounds and smells met the two and Dusk was in awe. Like second nature, Twilight Knight grabbed their friend’s hand and guided them through the room toward the opposite side, where a table that ran the length of the room was filled with all kinds of food and desserts.

Even though a mask obscured the knight’s face, the void-astral could tell that Dusk’s mouth was watering.

“Twi, I think this iz heaven. I’ve died an’ heaven iz full a’ the best food I’ve ever seen.”

The knight in question laughed at his friend’s reaction, “no Dusk, this isn’t heaven, it’s Planet Popstar- I’m gonna go get you a plate.”

Leaving Dusk to marvel at the food, he found two plates for the both of them, but was stopped by a chimera only slightly taller than them.

“Twi, you’re back! I was starting to think you were going to miss the party.” Fylass joked.

The void-astral smiled, “nah I just got a bit…sidetracked. Is everybody sitting at the main table like we planned?”

The chimera nodded, “yeah, Dolly and Ades showed up not too long ago, and Selene, Sailor, and I have been hanging out! It’s been super nice catching up with all of them.”

“Nice! I’ll be there in a minute, also don’t tell the others but there’s someone I wanna introduce to you guys.”

Fylass gave a sort of curious look, but didn’t ask about it further and instead walked back to the table at the head of the room where he could see glimpses of the rest of their siblings there as well.

Navigating back to where he’d left Dusk, they found them a minute later and the two then proceeded to pile their plates up with all of the food that they thought looked good.

Though before the knights could go sit down, Twilight Knight stopped Dusk. “Hey before I go and introduce you to them, I gotta tell you that my family’s probably gonna ask you a bunch of questions, and if you don’t feel comfortable or something just give me a look and I’ll make ‘em stop.

Dusk gave a small smile and nodded, and with that the two of them found their way through the lavish room and found the table where all of his family was waiting for them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They would be lying if Twilight Knight said he was worried about how everyone would react to meeting Dusk- because in actuality they were absolutely terrified.

It was an unspoken rule in his family to not ask about anybody’s past, unless they opened up about it first or it was a life or death situation- and Dusk was a person wrapped up in his past.

As the two approached the table, the void-astral assessed what all of their siblings were doing. Selene and Fylass were sitting facing each other busy talking, while Dolly was carrying on a one sided conversation with Pleiades who smiled while listening to the doll, and Bandee was sat beside Kirby who eyed the Waddle Dee’s food like a puppy begging for food scraps.

Practically dragging his feet, the two were now stood next to one of the empty chairs, plates still in hand.

Though before he could get a word out, from down the table Pleiades noticed Twilight Knight’s presence.

“Greetings TK! It’s nice to see that you finally made it- what happened to your pauldron?” Their older brother asked, inadvertently grabbing the attention of everyone else at the table.

Immediately being reminded of the situation with his pauldron he quickly said the first thing that came to mind, “uh- training. But nevermind that- everyone I want to introduce you to my best friend in the entire universe, Dusk Knight!”

They announced, moving Dusk in front of him who offered an awkward wave to the unlikely group of siblings.

Eager and friendly as always, Dolly was the first person to greet the astral. “Hi there! I’m Dolly! It’s super nice to meet you, Mister Dusk!” The doll greeted a wide smile across her face.

“Uh- Iz’s nice t’ meet ya’ too, Dolly.” Dusk said, somewhat caught off guard by the kid’s kindness.

The rest of the table soon went around to introduce themselves, and it was at that point that Twilight Knight thought Dusk’s head was spinning from the amount of names that had been thrown at them.

Though that was only the beginning, as upon them sitting down at the table, questions started coming from everyone. It took longer than either of them thought, but eventually the two had sorted out all of the arbitrary questions, and could do what the title of a banquet entailed; eat.

Sparse conversation filled the spaces between where serene silence fell away. The knight hadn’t had something so…wholesome in quite some time. A long time ago, he’d longed for something like this; to sit down with their family; to be able to leave all of his worries behind if only for a few minutes; to have a real family.

They convinced himself that it was just a childish hope, something that they deemed impossible.

Though he did have a habit of proving themself wrong.

“These cookies are ‘mazing, oh my Nova-” Dusk said through a bite of a cookie decorated with orange frosting.

He smiled, “well thank Fylass! They’re the one that made them.” To which the chimera gave a sort of embarrassed grin.

“I know nuthin’ ‘bout most a’you guys, but Fylass; yer the best person on this planet.” The astral said without hesitation.

Twilight Knight scoffed at Dusk, “I’m right here ya’know!”

“You’ve neva’ made me cookies though.”

From the opposite side of the table, the chimera laughed, “we don’t let Twi in the kitchen for a reason. They burned water once- water.”

However, the lighthearted conversation was cut short as two more people joined the table without any fanfare.

“Hey guys! How’s the party treatin’ all a’ ya?” King Dedede asked the group, taking his seat at the head of the table.

Despite everyone talking over each other, the general consensus was that the party was fun. Though the king’s attention was soon shifted over to the knight on his right.

“Meta, I was wonderin’ where you’d run off to!”

Dedede announced the knight’s name, startling the table with his sudden presence. From where they sat, Selene and Sailor Dee gave their father a smile -or in the Waddle Dee’s case, the look that she was smiling.

A second later, the knight began, “apologies it took me a moment to find my way through the halls, mi rei. Greetings everyone, happy equinox everyone.”

Almost choking on one of the cookies in their mouth, Dusk nudged the knight beside them, getting his attention.

“Twi- why is Meta Knight here? Ya’ neva’ told me that Meta Knight was gonna be here-”

Somewhat confused by the astral’s nervousness they explained, “oh yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you. The rest of the Meta-Knights are also here, as well as the Halberd, which is actually where I live.”

Twilight Knight’s last comment made Dusk do a double take, but whatever they were about to say had been cut off by Dedede.

“So Twi, ‘s this the friend ya’ were talking ‘bout?” The monarch asked the knight sitting to his left.

They nodded, “yeah this is them- Dedede, meet Dusk Knight my best friend.”

“Iz’s nice to meet cha’ ya’ highness- or iz it ya’ majesty- or darn it.” The astral stuttered, ultimately giving up.

Dedede waved Dusk’s apparent nervousness away, “eh don’t worry ‘bout it.

Yer TK’s friend- ya’ can call me Dedede, and if ya’ need a place t’stay for the night, the castle’s always got vacant rooms.”

“That’s real generous of ya’, thanks, Dedede.” They said with an air of what sounded almost like surprise.

Much to the void-astral’s confusion, everything was actually going alright for once. Nobody had asked questions that cut too deep into the past, him and Dusk were finally back together, and their siblings actually seemed to like the astral well enough.

But of course the universe wasn't kind enough to let him have one mostly good day. As a moment after the conversation had died down, Meta Knight had his own set of questions to ask.

“So Dusk Knight, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to the village on the planet you were stationed on?”

‘Just like him to get directly to the point.’ Twilight Knight thought to themself.

All eyes turned to the knight in question, who remained silent while looking at the tablecloth like it was the most interesting and important thing in the galaxy.

“It wuz…burned down.” They muttered pausing in the middle of the sentence for no apparent reason, making it almost sound like it was a question rather than a statement.

From out of the corner of his eye, Twilight Knight could see Fylass shoot Dusk a look with wide eyes for a second before burying their gaze into the tablecloth.

Meta Knight looked them over for a second, “it was a Nightmare Beast, correct?” He asked, but something in the back of their mind felt like his father already knew what they were going to say.

Dusk was quick to confirm, “uh- yeah that’s what ‘appened.” Though their tone was less confident in that story than he would like.

The bat-like knight had a look of pensiveness in his eyes -which wasn’t that much different than how he regularly looked to an untrained eye- and wordlessly communicated to the knight across from him that they had to talk.

A feeling of dread began to build in the void-astral’s chest, almost like he had to tell their father that he got a bad grade on a test -or at least that’s what they imagined it would be like, he’d never actually gone to school.

“I’ll be back in a minute, don’t worry about me.” Twilight Knight assured the astral, as he got up from the chair walking around the length of the table

feeling the eyes of their family locked on them.

The sounds of the banquet gradually faded away, and he was stunned by how quiet the rest of the castle was. From one of the windows that reached the floor, they could see the bright light of the harvest moon spill into the hallway.

A pair of piercing yellow eyes stared at him as they walked into the hall.

The feeling of dread in his chest had snowballed into a chasm, “so…what do you wanna tell me?” Twilight Knight asked, doing his best to keep the worry out of their voice.

“I do not think Dusk is telling the truth to us.” Meta Knight said point blank.

The knight was taken aback by the statement, “what do you mean? Dusk’s my best friend- they wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I’m not saying that they’re lying to you.”

“Then what are you saying? And what was that about asking them about a village?”

The older knight sighed, “just after the second Dark War ended there were several reports of something that burned down a village. Most thought it to be a NME monster, but the most anyone ever saw of the perpetrator were horns.”

Immediately he knew what their father was insinuating.

“There’s plenty of creatures in this universe that have horns, you know- and I know Dusk better than anyone! They wouldn’t do that- and if they did I’m sure that they had a reason!”

Meta Knight now held a soft look in his eyes, “ay hijo, you know I believe you, but protecting Planet Popstar comes first. If Dusk Knight really did set that village ablaze, then they could very well be a threat to Dreamland.”

Though as Twilight Knight listened, the lights in the hall suddenly grew brighter before dropping back down to the same dimness they were a moment ago.

It was then that something in them broke.

“You were there though- you saw Dusk risk their life to protect me!” He exclaimed holding back a sob, “they could’ve died! I just got them back- I- I’ve missed them for so long- I don’t wanna lose them again.”

The hallway grew quiet again, the same quiet that always came before something bad happened, and the knight began to worry if their cries had been heard by anyone in the dining room.

There were only a handful of times that he’d actually opened up to Meta Knight, and even fewer times that the inverse had happened. Which put the knight on edge not knowing how their father would react.

“Twilight- I hear you- I won’t do anything brash, just…” he trailed off trying his best to comfort him. “Dusk can stay in Dreamland, but please mijo, keep yourself and your siblings safe.”

A smile grew across the void-astral’s masked face as they moved in for a hug with the most powerful knight in the galaxy.

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The rest of the night went on without incident, and soon enough everyone had started to go home. All except for Twilight Knight’s siblings who moved into the games room of the castle, and started up a game of Monopoly.

Thankfully Sailor and Bandee had decided to drop out of the game and instead chose to watch the family fall apart.

“One, two- I’m safe!” Selene exclaimed as she moved her piece across the board.

“That’s actually my property.” Fylass snickered, watching the hope leave their sister’s eyes.

She turned to the knight, “TK, can you ask dad to unadopt Fylass?”

“At this point I am on board with that.”

Fylass scoffed, “hey! That’s no fair-”

Though before the chimera could get out the words Dolly interjected, “It’s mister Dusk’s turn!” She announced handing the knight the die.

Dusk looked over the board, coming up with some master strategy- “I roll t’ rob the bank.”

Or not.

A second later the die clattered around and landed on one. “You failed, go to jail.” Selene said with a smirk, pointing to the cardboard box with small slits that acted as jailbars.

“Does that mean I can leave jail now?” Pleiades asked from inside the box.

Though Selene objected, “Nuh uh! Prisoners don't get to talk!”

But before Dusk could be banished to the makeshift prison, they grabbed the die again. “I ROLL T’ ROB THE BANK!”

Once more the die jostled around, and..!

It landed on one.

Laugher rang out from all players as Dusk grabbed the die again getting the same result the third time in a row.

“I roll to rob the bank!” Twilight Knight said, rolling the die jokingly.

A moment later, the die rolled around before landing on a six. Somehow, they started laughing even harder, as the knight began to cheer and take the money from the center of the board.

The night went on and in the end, Fylass ended up winning the game while Selene came in last -a fact which she heavily disputed saying that Pleiades was actually in last because he was in prison.

But sooner rather than later, everyone started feeling sleepiness creep upon them.

Which of course, called for a blanket fort to be made.

After a while, the fort had been made -mostly by the efforts of Pleiades, Fylass, Twilight Knight, and even Dusk- it was cramped and solely relied on the couch for support, but it was the best blanket fort that the knight had ever seen.

Typically cuddle piles this lage were reserved for traumatic events, comfort, or in an attempt to get another sibling asleep. Though the one he was in right now was an exception.

Selene and Dolly had fallen asleep on Pleiades, locking the immortal in place (where hopefully he’d eventually fall asleep as well), Kirby and Bandee were both asleep with the young astral sprawled out over the Waddle Dee, and Sailor Dee and Fylass were leaning against the other sharing a blanket.

Which only left Dusk and themself.

“Hey Dusk, you up?” The knight whispered to their friend.

“Yea’ what’z up?”

The void-astral whispered back, “I just wanna say that I’m so happy to have you back.” He wasn’t entirely sure if it was just sleepy sappiness but small tears started forming in the corners of their eyes.

Without any words, Dusk pulled him into their grasp holding him in a hug. “Same here Twi, I missed ya so much. ‘M glad I fin’lly got ya back.”

They leaned into the touch and before he knew it -surrounded by friends, family, and their favorite people in the entire galaxy- Twilight Knight fell asleep.

Finding that in the morning, that the emblem on his pauldron would inexplicably repair itself.

Now for tags!

Dusk Knight by @aesthetically-meme

Selene by @moon-mage

Fylass by @george228732

Dolly by @ilikesillythingswooo

Pleiades by @loaflovesdoodling

I’m so sorry if these guys are OOC :[

#twilight knight oc #kirby oc #kirby original character #kirby #meta knight #King Dedede #bandee #sailor waddle dee

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goawaypopup · 3 months

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Here's an AU I've had in my mind ever since reading the side books.

When he sets out into the continent in the original books, Lief is almost completely unprepared. The Shadow Lord's regime has cut off information flow between population centers, and Del's recorded history is almost all in the off-limits library, so there really wasn't a lot he could have done to avoid this. All he has is his memory of his father's copy of The Belt of Deltora, a vague little pamphlet that he keeps forgetting at bad times, and which helps not at all with dealing with the dangers of the continent itself.

Unless... Jarred chose a different book to steal from the palace library all those years ago.

Secrets of Deltora, an in-universe guide to Deltora's locales by Doran the Dragonlover, was also hidden away in that library. It was far more richly detailed and practical than The Belt of Deltora, and in its writing Doran expressed his distrust of the advisors and his fear that the Shadow Lord was preparing to strike - also containing a hint at the location of Withick's Belt of Deltora booklet in one of its illustrations. And it has a similar narrative recounting of Deltora's founding, the powers of the seven Belt gems, and their combined ability to ward the continent against the Shadow Lord. It would be an entirely plausible choice for Jarred if he had had some extra time to find and read it, and conceal it about his person (seeing as it was, in fact, extremely forbidden to touch).

If, growing up, Lief or his father managed to decode the secret message in Secrets, he would have lacked no information from not having The Belt, up to the urging to ignore the tradition of keeping the Belt locked up. Indeed, he would have a distinct advantage, knowing that the complete Belt was capable of waking and summoning the dragons, as well as all the travel advice and recorded dangers found elsewhere in the book.

What does this mean for him when he finally sets out to recover the gems?

This time, considering the question of which hotspot to visit first, Barda and, ahem, Lief's father are confronted with a very different picture. The elaborate, detailed descriptions of all the ways plants, bugs, snakes, and wild animals can kill you in the Forests of Silence, and the terrifying undead telekinetic armor guy, plus the sheer scale of how many places a gem could conceivably be in the three forests. Versus: nothing at all in the guide for the Valley of the Lost, which was the only site formed AFTER Doran's time. Just some rumours of a valley cloaked in mist. So it seems clear that Barda's bravado will not prevail with better information at hand - the entire journey is going to be in reverse.

Starting at the Valley may be for the best, as it is comparatively harmless for a party with their wits about them. Forewarned of the region's Grippers, they do not fall victim to any embarrassing incidents, though they might be shocked by the Jalis' absence.

Unfortunately for Lief and Barda, they will not have the aid of Jasmine or any mind-clearing gemstones this time. And god knows whether the Belt is still capable of burning the Guardian with 0 gems present - let's hope it doesn't come to that. But honestly, I think they could pull this off, with the assistance of their usual excellent luck. Especially if they manage to guess the name without completing the clues. This does mean... they're going to be thinking that Endon was a corrupted traitor the entire time. Oh boy! Time for Deltora to buck the bonds of monarchy entirely?

The diamond is an excellent first gem. Its courage will probably do at least as well as the topaz did at suppressing Lief's burgeoning PTSD, and its added physical strength will come in extremely handy for the fights ahead.

The Maze of the Beast will be much, much more straightforward with the Shadow Lord's forces not yet on alert. There will be far fewer Ols in the area and any that remain will be much less on guard against the duo. The whole ordeal with Tora and Dain and the Resistance and the pirates probably won't happen either, so rather than being shoved into the Maze, Lief and Barda can adequately prepare for it. They could ideally leave a rope ladder or something and avoid having to leave though the blowhole.

The Dreaming Spring is clearly described in the guidebook, along with its status as a much-needed source of scarce water in the north, so they're quite likely to visit it on the way to Dread Mountain. The incident that gained them the Kin's assistance, however, is unlikely to play out the same (the Rithmere Games have probably not occurred yet, Doom has not freed the Karn pod's captured finalists, and the Grey Guards do not pass this way for another while yet.) They might have to trudge through horrible cold woods for weeks instead of being carried by warm women.

Unless they had their own incidents with Doom, they won't glean anything in particular from the Kinrest and Dread Mountain writings. Despite Doom having been swept up in the changes in this timeline, it seems likely he's still in similar places at the same times. He could have been near Amethyst territory in books 1 and 2 prior to visiting Tom's shop.

Dread Mountain is where I'm going to leave it as having too many divergent possibilities to make a solid prediction. Jasmine and likely Prin are absent, the Lily nectar is absent, the Ruby is absent, there may or may not be Spring water for the using. If they happened to take the exact same path up the mountain, Lief is dead at the bottom of the very first gnome trap if nobody tripped him before he could step in it. There are roughly twelve hundred deadly poisonous arrows killing alternate timeline versions of them left and right. It's pretty rough.

From there, if they live, they're probably going all sorts of exciting directions away from canon. Perhaps the illustration of the Belt of Deltora in its proper order will clue Lief off that he's doing it wrong sooner. Perhaps Lief drops the book in Glus water, or didn't bring it with him, and has to start using his exceedingly unreliable memory for many more, more vital pieces of information. Perhaps the perceived perversion of the monarchy that Barda served so early on in the quest causes him to snap and throttle Lief with his bare hands. Perhaps, at some point, Doom will receive a smack upside the head and regain his memory, and remember about the kid he left in the deadly, deadly jungle over a decade ago.

But most importantly, this time they will have dragons at their disposal immediately if Lief manages to assemble the Belt correctly.

#deltora quest #au #secrets of deltora

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fallingforel · 5 months

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SECRET SANTA: SAM FENDER

just a small christmas imagine for sam: from @abiiors christmas prompt list. I will be posting the 12 from Now until 25th so you get a little christmas pressie from me- El xx

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Sam, Dean ,Both Tom’s , Heidi, Joe, Johnny, Drew and I were all in Lowlights after Sam’s Last performance in Newcastle before christmas. And we were organising our annual Secret Santa, we had done it every year, adding in everyone else when they had joined our friendship group.

“Okay heids, go and get a glass sam you get some paper, I’ve got a pen, we’ll draw them from a glass in true Geordie fashion” I said after we all agreed and we set a budget and when we were exchanging.

We were set to go into London in 2 weeks for the OD management christmas party and we were all travelling down together so we agreed that we’d do them in a hotel room, before we went out.

“Why the fuck do you Y/N L/N, of all the people have a pen” Sam said with a chuckle. “because in case I need to write things down, Samuel Fender” I replied back.

I had got Sam. He was easy to buy for, I could get him a jokey present but that would just seem like I didn’t care about him I decided I would go all out because sam deserved that especially after everything he had done for me through the pandemic and throughout the many years of us being friends since year 7. Also because I had fancied him, for many years. But no one knew apart from my diary and my mum. As soon as I pulled out his name I knew of the perfect gift that would make his cheeks split.

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1 week before Secret Santa- Sam

“who did you get for secret santa?” “heids I’m not telling you, you’ll only want to swap” “I promise I won’t.” “no Because I know you, I have finally got the person I want after waiting years.” “thanks for telling me you’ve got Y/N.” “HOW HEIDS? HOW?” “oh please, you two are so smitten with each other, have been for years. She’s got you too by the way.” “and how the fuck do you know that?”

“I saw it on her face, the same look she gives you when you buy her a drink, the same look she gives you when you lend her your jacket when she forgets hers, the same look she gives you when you insist that she should take the tenner she spent on your food at the shop. the same look she gives you when you both spot her ex out in public and you send them a nasty look. It’s LOVE sam. She’s in love with you, Your in love with her. it’s easy to see. Just grow a pair of balls and get her that 1975 vinyl she’s been nonstop going on about, you know she won’t buy it for herself.”

“THANK YOU HEIDI, you have just given me the perfect gift idea. See you in a week?” I said before placing a kiss on her head.

“see you in a week sam.”

now to plan the perfect gift.

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3 Days before Secret Santa

“and your sure it’s in perfect condition, mum”

“certain, your dad never took it out of the packet, it’s brand new, it’s not been anywhere damp, he kept it in the house. he was saving it for the perfect day, no clue when that would’ve been though. It’s only collecting dust here darling. Take it, use it” “I won’t be using it, Sam will though. I knew when I picked his name out this would be the perfect gift.” I said with a smile to my mum “Oh darling, he’ll love it, who knows maybe you’ll gain the courage to tell him this christmas period.” “maybe. depends.” “I think you should just gain the courage and do it. you’re both not getting any younger” she says with a chuckle walking off.

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2 days before Secret Santa- Sam

“and your certain you’ve got a copy mate?” “certain, we get a copy of all the variations in perfect condition so we can announce them” “good this needs to be perfect.” “why? so you can impress your lady friend?” the older boy teases over the phone. “howay man. it’s just….nah yerd be right about that mate. she is my lady friend. And yer sure you’re gonna make it over tomorrow?” “yes mate, wouldn’t miss it for the world, she’s a class girl. you’ve chosen yourself a gooden there sam mate” “reet… best be off, you’ve got a train to catch a thing to find and I have a card to write” “yes, you’re getting us from the train station tonight at 10 right?” “reet. youse are geena have to find yer hiding spots tonight like” “don’t worry we will”

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2 DAYS BEFORE SECRET SANTA

Sammy🕺- guys I know we agreed on 2 days time for secret santa, but would you mind doing it tommorow, it’s just cos mines too big to bring with me to London on the train without being noticed. deaaanooo🎸- sam mate, could you not have said this earlier I haven’t even bought mine yet drew🥁-yeah i agree with dean mate, I haven’t bought mine either. heids 💕- fine with me i’ve already bought mine. Dean and Drew, love you both, but you’ve had 2 weeks now get it together, but if you’ve got me just get me a gift card, you know those ones you can get anywhere. Y/n🪩- I agree with heids, you have had two weeks to get a gift for yours, everyone has. but if you have got me, i’d love some penis pasta would go great with my girls nights xx y/n🪩- that was a joke, please just get me a gift card x Joe🎹- what the hell why is Y/n talking about penis pasta? y/n🪩- sam wants to do secret santa tommorrow instead of two days time. please tell me you haven’t been idiots like dean and drew and have already got a gift for your secret santa. the penis pasta was a joke xx. Joe🎹- yeah i’ve got mine, tomorrows fine with me. look lads if you’ve got me get one of those crosswords puzzles, be great to do on the bus or studio during quiet time. Tom U🎸- Just read through the messages, aha I’ll make sure to get you some penis pasta for your birthday y/n. but yeah tomorrow’s great, mines tiny so… Tom C 🎓- yeah tomorrow’s okay, nobody better have gotten me penis pasta, cos that shit will be going straight back. Johnny 🎷- tomorrows good, I love that penis pasta has become the topic of conversation now ahahahah🤣🤣 y/n🪩- you know what I’m just going to assume that Dean and Drew have gone out to the shops now, so their going to come tomorrow, if not two people are going to be left without presents tomorrow…I apologise on behalf of the two idiots xx. Y/n🪩- sam what time are we all to arrive at yours tomorrow? Sam🕺- is 9pm good? we could all go out on the toon after? we haven’t got to get that train until 6 in the afternoon anyway? y/n🪩- Sounds good! i’ll go knocking on everyone’s doors on the way to yours anyway, funny how everyone lives on the way to yours from mine🤣🤣 sam🕺- yeah, the organisers of everything live on opposite sides of the town and then the people they drag along live on the way, funny how life works out huh? 🤣🤣 y/n🪩- absolutely hilarious, see ya at 9 tomorrow xx

2 DAYS BEFORE SECRET SANTA- HEIDI

“You were expecting sam right?” I ask, i’ve seen them all over y/ns instagram, so I know just what they look like and who I was expecting at the north sheilds train station.

“yeah kinda, who are you?” “look, it’s on a need to know basis, it’s just sam had to drag me along to come get you, because he can’t be seen in the papers, because of y/n Yadda yadda. He’s in the car waiting.”

“won’t they take pictures of us though?” the tallest one asks. “no. I’m not famous enough and you boys are wearing caps and sunglasses so I think you’ll be just fine.” I say hurrying them through the barriers.

“now hurry along before Drew and Dean catch us.” “Who?” the long haired one asks while walking down the stairs. “you’ll know tomorrow when you meet the rest of them.” “wait I thought it was just the one person. sam said he only had one person to give the gift to.” the married one says. “yeah well it’s a secret santa and we’re not really meant to know… so it’d be a bit weird if sam gave Y/n her present tomorrow and the rest of us had to wait 2 days…Just get in Sam will explain the whole thing.” I reply opening Sam’s car door for them. “I don’t think we’re all going to fit.” the curly haired one says.

“duh, I was only here for the ride, I need to go find out what drew and dean have bought. I need to make sure it’s not penis pasta. see ya all tomorrow.” I reply shutting them all in sam’s car and walking off into town to find drew and dean.

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THE NEW SECRET SANTA DAY-8 pm.

I was getting ready to leave for sam’s. his present all wrapped up. I was just curling my hair before i had to leave and go and get the rest of the gang. and my phone rang out so i popped my curlers down.

SAMMY🕺

his name appeared on my screen so i answered it

“hey sammy, You okay?”

“yeah i’m good y/n. erm can you look out your window?”

“yeah of course, 2 seconds”

my heels clicked across my lino floor for a few seconds until I reached my bedroom window which I looked out of and found Sam standing outside.

wait... is that?

no... it can't be.

they don't even know each other. I examined them further, it was them. How they knew each other I had no idea. I rushed downstairs and out the door and flew into sam's arms. "do you like your secret Santa, darling?" He says before I break the hug to "like it? I love it. Thank you." I say placing a kiss on Sam's cheek before Matty clears his throat next to sam and then saying "shall we get on with it mate, times ticking?" "yeah we should. Yer got the music?" "course otherwise this would be a fail." Matty guffaws at sam "alreet." and all of a sudden the backing track of Mine plays. and matty starts singing "there comes a time in a young mans life" while sam runs round his car and joins george on the end and then by the time matty reaches the second verse the rest of the 1975 boys and sam hold big a2 posterboard cards up that read "will you be my girlfriend?" I nod and run around to where sam was stood and he pulls me in for a kiss dipping me down, while the rest of the boys whoop and cheer. When he brings me back up I say "I'm guessing you got me for secret santa then?" he nods "good cause I got you too"

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"ahh tonnight was well fun" I say reminiscing on that night

"I love that i finally got yer, I remember yer face when Matty gave yer the rare australian vinyl signed" sam says "please my face? what about yours when I gave yer that rare springsteen vinyl? yer were streaming tears like." "yeah, well I'm just gonna get yer penis pasta next year" "yer wouldn't dare" I say gasping while narrowing my eyes at him "Oh I would."

#sam fender imagines #sam fender x reader #sam fender imagine #sam fender fanfic #sam fender #matty healy #sam fender x y/n #sam fender x you #christmas prompts

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fullfledgedemo · 9 months

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Chapter 1 / Part 4 (final)

Pairing: Rafe cameron x OC / JJ maybank x OC / JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, typical obx stuff; (remind me if I forget something)

Summary: Skyla is JJ's older sister. Growing up together they were inseparable. A short while after going to school she met her best friend Kayla. She would convince Kay to join her and the pogues. But Skyla would be strongly invested to make her dream of going to art school come true, that she didn't notice her best friend totally falling for her brother. On the road to her dream she accidentally crosses paths with the Kook prince himself. Maybe he's not that bad after all?

Word count: 2.6K

AN: This is the last part of chapter 1, next chapter will be about Kayla and her adventure with the pogues! ~

(Cameron Estate)

After I got ready at Nina’s house, she kindly drove me to the party. As we parked in front of the giant villa she shrieked at me and shaked my body from excitement.

“Oh my god, you're going to a freaking Cameron party!?”, she squealed.

I sighed and looked at her seriously “Don't tell anyone about that ok?”.

“Your secret is safe with me”, she cheered.

Getting out of the car I watched her drive away. As I took in the view in front of me I gulped.

I'm really doing this, I thought to myself. The night was a little too chilly for the dress I was wearing, so I pulled my cardigan tighter, shivering.

I walked up the long driveway, noticing the crazy amount of people who were everywhere. As I watched some girls, already totally wrecked, hitting on some guys.

I got snapped out of my observation by Kelce shouting at me. “Eeey it's you!”, he cheered. Walking towards me, you could see that he was also pretty drunk.

“Yeah I made it”, I nervously chuckled. Kelce noticed my eyes scanning the crowd and grinned.

“Yoo Rafe, your girl is here!”. My face flushed red at the sudden nickname. He threw an arm around my shoulders laughing.

But before Kelce could make me even more uncomfortable, I saw Rafe making his way through the crowd inside the house and joining us at the front.

Kelce made a gesture, presenting me like a gift to Rafe. But Rafe only sighed and pushed Kelce back inside.

“I think you had enough, bro”, he grumbled and turned back to me again. “Sorry, he is annoying when he gets drunk”, Rafe apologised, smiling at me and pushing some hair out of his face.

I grinned at him, being relieved that he was here now. One second longer with Kelce made me want to bounce in an instance. “Some people can't control their liquor”, I laughed.

He let his gaze drift over me before continuing. “I'm glad you made it, you.. look stunning”, Rafe smirked, looking into my eyes. I felt my heart beating faster and my cheeks heating up again.

He really was making me nervous. “Thanks”, I stammered, I couldn't get myself to say more.

Rafe carefully laid his hand on my back and smiled. “Let's get you a drink”. I smiled back at him, noticing the warmth of his hand on my back.

“That would be nice”, I added ushering the butterflies in my stomach.

He guided me through the house, in the back where a giant pool was located. I felt people staring at me the whole time until we arrived at the small bar. Rafe gestured to me to sit down.

“What do you want?”, he asked me, leaning against the bar top not losing eye contact with me. I was a little abashed by his piercing gaze, but did my best to act casual.

“Maybe a gin tonic?”, I answered, resting my head on my hand and looking him back into his eyes. He looked slightly surprised by my action but was soon to grin back at me.

“One gin tonic and whiskey on ice”, he ordered to the barkeeper. As our drinks were ready he swiftly looked around.

“You want to go upstairs? It's a little more quiet there”, Rafe suggested. For a second I considered the fact that I actually didn't know him too well, nor anyone who was attending this party.

He must've noticed my uncertainty so he quickly added “Just if you like.. the terrace is pretty chill tho”. I looked at him as he took a sip of his drink.

At this point in my life I had kind of good skills reading people. I wasn't right every single time but at least nearly. I just felt that he wouldn't have bad intentions towards me. So I agreed and we made our way up.

It was in fact really nice up here and a lot more quiet. Just a few people were around, Kelce and Topper being one of them. As soon as they saw Rafe with me they asked us to join them.

Rafe looked at me apologetically, but I assured him it was alright. Further through the night I noted that Topper and Kelce were pretty nice. If you ignored the Kook-outburst from time to time, bragging about some high end gadgets.

Some time and drinks later, Kelce disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a grin on his face. “Got some”, he pulled out a small bag with some white powder in it.

Rafe must've noticed me staring at it a little so he softly put his hand on my arm. “You're alright.. with this?”, he leaned over to look me in the face.

It didn't look at it like that because I was weirded out or something. It was because I thought that I had my shit together.

But seeing the bag was enough to give me a feeling that my nose was burning. “Yeah of course, it's your stuff”, I blurted out laughing, feeling a bit dumb for staring.

“I knew you were cool”, Kelce grinned at me, putting out some lines. Rafe gazed at me with his stunning face.

As Kelce put out some for everyone he asked “You wanna try or?”. Topper smiled at me.

“You don't need to if you don't want to”, he assured me. Looking at the coke laid out in front of us I gulped. Without second thought I told myself, screw it.

“Sure it's been a while though”, I said, pressing my lips together. Rafe grinned and peered at me a little surprised. “You did coke before?”, he asked.

A little flustered I put a strain of hair behind my ear. “Yeah.. I know this guy.. Barry”, I said shrugging, taking the bill which was formed into a small tube out of Kelce’s hands. I wasn't proud that I knew this psycho, but he had the best stuff in town.

“Wait, you know Barry?”, Rafe laughed and shaked his head. He didn't seemed to bumped about it. Watching me putting the tube up to my nose.

“Who doesn't”, Kelce added snickering.

Snorting the powder up my nose a burning sensation made itself present. I should've been pissed at myself but really I wasn't.

Looking at my drink I noticed it being empty. I glanced at Rafe who had some liquor left in his glass.

“May I take a sip from your drink?”, I asked without thinking too much and started giggling. Rafe smiled at me, handing me his drink.

“Sure Blondie”, he cooed and suddenly I needed to focus on drinking or I might have spilled some.

Soon I felt the effect of the drug, being highly confident of myself and also doped up.

This led to me drinking a lot more than I intended to. A little while later Topper and Kelce were about to leave. Because Kelce wanted to hook up with some girls, but Topper insisted on seeing Rafe’s sister Sarah.

“She texted me that she was down at the beach with some of her friends”, Topper explained, while Kelce snorted.

“You totally whipped dude”.

Topper lightly shoved him and laughed “At least I have a girlfriend”.

As the two left, I noticed Rafe and I were the only ones left at the terrace. This place was so extravagant, I never was at a house this big.

I stood up leaning on the railing, taking in the view. Turning around I looked at Rafe and said “You have a sister?”.

He slightly frowned at the thought and snickered “Two actually, both younger than me”.

“Geez, must be annoying”, I chuckled, but quickly stopped because I didn't know the relationship he had with them.

“Sorry.. I”, I started but Rafe was quick to usher me.

“No really it is pretty annoying”, he laughed, joining me at the railing. I felt a tingling in my stomach and smiled to myself. Turning around again I got the urge to sit on the railing, so I pushed myself up and sat down on it.

Rafe watched me doing so and reflexively put out his hands. “Whoa you might want to be careful there”, he chuckled while holding my arm.

I blushed a little at his action and grinned. “I'm alright, not the type to lose balance”, but at the time I said that I wobbled a little, scaring the shit out of me.

Only then I noticed I was holding on to Rafe in front of me. He broadly smiled at me and carefully put his arms around my back for support.

“I don't want a cutie to fall down my ledge”, he laughed gazing at me. Did he just call me cute? My cheeks felt burning hot right now.

A little flustered, I looked down and bit my lip. Only when I looked back up at Rafe I noticed how close we actually were.

He glanced at my lips and heat was radiating through my whole body.

The urge to kiss his lips was too irresistible.

We both leaned in, inches away from each other. I could practically feel his breath on my lips. He smelled like whiskey and cologne.

As his lips were about to settle on mine, we were broken apart from a loud noise inside the house and angry shouting. Rafe turned his head around alarmed.

“What is going on?”, I asked. A little uneasy I glided down from the ledge while Rafe made sure I landed safely on the ground. He walked over to the glass door, getting a better look of the situation.

“Fuck.. it's my Dad”, he panicked and ran his hands wildly through his hair. My eyes widened, this couldn't be good. Ward Cameron could be really intimidating at times.

“Stay here, okay?”, he ordered me and I nervously shaked my head. Rafe went inside and I heard his Dad approaching. It didn't take long for them to fight with each other on a volume which made goosebumps creep up on my back.

I couldn't understand the whole conversation they had so I silently went to stand beside the glass door. “How many times I have to tell you that I don't want such people on my property!?”, Ward yelled at his son.

“I know, I know I… I’m sorry dad! “, I heard rafe declare to him. From the glimpse of my eye I glanced at the coffee table we sat around before and spotted the bag of coke.

Fuck not good not good, I thought to myself.

Cautiously I sneaked over to the table, fumbling around the table to grab the bag. “Everyone needs to leave now!”, Ward yelled.

As I was about to grab the bag his eyes crossed mine. “You too!”, he exclaimed and started to walk into my direction. Rafe tried to calm him down, following hastily.

I quickly shoved the bag into the sleeve of my cardigan. Frightened I looked Ward Cameron into the eyes as he stood now in front of me.

But before anything could happen, Rafe pushed himself in between the two of us. “I take her down, no problem”, he quickly said, glancing nervously at his dad who was watching me with a piercing glare.

“Fine”, Ward finally said, after what felt like an eternity. Rafe took my hand and hastily went downstairs with me. I gulped, that was so fucking close.

As Rafe brought me outside he let out a deep sigh. “I'm so sorry Sky… I didn't want you to see that”, he stuttered, looking at me embarrassed.

I noticed that he still didn't let go of my hand, which made my heart only race more. “It's alright Rafe, I fight with my Dad all the time”, I assured him.

Smiling softly at him, I gave his hand a light squeeze. His hands felt warm and gave me a feeling of protection.

His features softened as he looked at me and carefully tucked a loose hair strain behind my ear.

“I really want to give you a ride home.. but I need to take care of this right now”, he sighed, looking back at the entrance door.

I didn't know he could be this sweet, it made my heart melt. “It's okay I'll give my friend a call”, I said.

He watched me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure”, I answered. I really didn't want to go right now, but I hoped that this wasn't the last time. “I'll text you when I get home?”, I asked, a little shy.

Rafe grinned at me “You better be doing that cutie”.

I laughed at his statement, wishing this night would never end.

Hearing Ward screaming from inside, Rafe quickly added “I need to go now.. sorry”.

Without thinking twice I leaned forward, standing on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Rafe didn't expect that and grinned to himself. “See you Blondie”, he cooed as we let go of each other's hands and he started to walk back inside.

“See you”, I smiled and made my way down the driveway. Calling Nina, she picked me up and we returned to her place.

The day after was kind of rubbish. I still felt the coming down of the coke from yesterday and wished I didn't do what I did.

(home is where you are)

As Nina brought me back home I couldn't overhear my dad's loud screaming and wasn't sure if I should just turn around and leave.

But I didn't.

I opened the front door entering our messy living room and sighed.

There were laying empty liquor bottles everywhere and the smell of cold cigarette smoke made me sick to my stomach.

I carefully made my way to the back porch, watching my dad yell at my brother for whatever reason. “I'm done with your scum ass”, he growled at JJ.

My brother noticed me standing in the doorframe and gestured for me to not interfere.

Roughly flushing down some beer, my dad took another step forward and hit my brother in the face. JJ tumbled to the side holding his face.

I just stood there, scared and started crying silently. I didn't know what to do, fear holding me in my place and making my whole body go stiff.

JJ glanced at me with his soft eyes, I knew that look. The look of don't come near, it's not safe. As soon as my dad took off, I ran to JJ hugging him tight.

We stayed like this for what felt like hours. Pulling back I softly stroked his cheek where he was hit before. “What was it this time”, I asked in a hushed voice, tears running down my face.

My brother took my hand which was resting on his face and pressed it slightly. “About… about you”, he whispered, looking at me with pain in his eyes.

I gulped and tried not to break out in agony again. I hugged him tightly and cried into his shoulder. “Shh it's ok”, he ushered me, stroking my head softly.

“A letter came from the university”, he explained. I leaned back, looking at him in surprise. JJ smiled softly, guiding me back inside the living room.

I dried of my tear stained face with my arm and watched my brother shuffle through the mail on the coffee table. He took out a little scrunched up letter and handed it to me.

“Dad opened it.. and was pissed off”, he murmured, pressing his lips together. Taking the letter from him, I got nervous.

I pulled out the letter and flattened it a little so I could read it. For the first time in like forever, I felt relieved and scared at the same time.

Clasping a hand over my mouth I started crying again. “I.. got accepted”, I stuttered, looking at my brother completely baffled.

He went over to me and hugged me. “Congrats sis”, he chuckled.

At that time I didn't knew that my whole world was about to change ~

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AN: chapter 2 is in work ~

@madelynie @runningfrom2am

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callsign-daydream · 6 months

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It's Just a Costume - TGM

Summary: Amelia's throwing a Halloween party, and all the Daggers are invited. Jake decides he and Hallie are going in together on a costume--just as friends! Yet he might find he regrets his decision...

Warnings/Content: Starred out swearing, suggestive jokes, dumb fluff, denial of feelings, just silliness, OC included (about her here), Hangman x OC, mention of big bro Rooster to Amelia aka Birdfam

Word Count: 992

A/N: Surprise! I wrote a random short and barely edited it, but it was super fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. Enjoy, and have a safe halloween if you celebrate! <3

It's Just a Costume

“You going to Amelia’s party?”

Hallie looked up from her phone to the blonde man sprawled on her couch, who was also on his phone. She wasn’t sure when Jake had started ending up there every Tuesday night, but she still hadn’t kicked him out. Apparently he was permanently in her post-work life now.

“Yeah, why?”

Bradley had begged them all before briefings that day to come to a Halloween party Amelia was throwing. She’d invited all her school friends plus some of the “cool kids,” and having fully embraced his role as an non-blood-related big brother, Bradley promised her it was going to be the bash of the century. Part of that plan was inviting the Daggers, despite the strict no drinking rule Penny had set out from the start.

“We have to decide on our costume.”

Hallie stared, despite Jake’s face continuing to be glued to his phone. They weren’t dating. Their Tuesdays always ended promptly with Jake leaving at eleven. Any weekend plans usually involved other Daggers. Hallie knew they were just friends, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She knew Jake and watched him flirt his way around the Hard Deck every Friday, and did her own fair share of it when the occasion arose.

Yet he’d drop a line like that from time to time and make her wonder why he always slunk his way back to her couch. If he was ever serious about his flirtatious catchphrases, she didn’t know if she’d slap him or flirt back. As far as work was concerned, it was best not to consider either.

“We’re not a couple.” She voiced her thoughts.

“And?”

“So why would we wear a couple’s costume?”

He finally sat up and smirked at her over the back of the couch. His hair was out of place from his lounging. Hallie decided not to mention it.

“You can wear matching costumes as friends. Unless you really want to dress as my girl.”

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.”

Hallie threw a Chips Ahoy at him. Jake laughed.

“Besides, how can you resist this?” He held out his phone.

Hallie found it hard to believe that was what he’d been doing all night until she came closer and saw the “inspiration” photo he found.

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Jake, we’re already naval aviators.”

“These are sexy naval aviators.”

“This is a teen’s party!”

“So you’d wear it to the afterparty at the Hard Deck?”

Hallie felt her face turning red and willed it to stop. “I like to be covered, thank you very much.”

“This is covered.”

“Forget it!” Hallie crossed her arms. “Besides, I already consider myself a sexy naval aviator without booty shorts.”

His eyes flicked over her current outfit. Hallie rolled her eyes, but pulled at the hem of her shorts anyway. Short, maybe, but at least three inches longer than the photo.

“You have to try harder than that if you want to see my ***,” she added.

Jake turned red, opened his mouth, then shut it. He was quick to go back to his phone. Revenge was sweet when she could manage to corner him verbally, rare as it was. She savored it, sweet as the taste of her next chocolate chip cookie.

He stayed quiet as he scrolled. Pity struck her. She hated when he deflated like a kid benched at their first football game.

“We could be a cowgirl and a cowboy,” Hallie suggested, trying to boost his mood.

He made a face. “My culture ain’t your costume.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “Fine then, Little Red Riding Hood. You can be the wolf.”

“And hide this face?”

“I’m about to do something you won’t like to that face.”

“Easy there, Dreamgirl.” He held his phone up again. “How ‘bout this?”

Hallie cocked her head. It was definitely a couple’s costume, not a pair of friends, and she was about to say so when she caught his eyes. The little kid was back, like a boy asking his mom what she thought of his latest stick figure drawing. Innocent, almost hopeful. Hallie cursed in her head. She needed to stop letting him get his way.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he shook her shoulder.

—

“You ready, Dreamgirl?”

Jake strolled into the apartment. Unlocked, as always. He really needed to find an auto-locking doorknob for Hallie. He was always amazed she hadn’t been robbed yet.

“In a minute!” Hallie’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

He took the opportunity to check his costume in the mirror. He was pretty proud of how it’d come together, black leather jacket and all, despite his blonde hair admittedly ruining the Danny Zuko look. His hair had some extra gel in it, and he was just getting out the comb he’d brought along to shape it more when he heard the clacking of Hallie’s heels behind him.

He turned and had to remind his jaw to stay up.

The tight black leggings suited her too well. Her blonde curls, normally tamed into braids each day, were allowed free and wild, and her red lips matched her heels. It’d apparently been a long time since he’d seen her out of a flightsuit or Tuesday-night sweats, because for a moment, his brain screamed at him to pull her to his side and keep her there all night.

Maybe this costume was a bad idea.

“Problem, Seresin?” Her smirk said it all. She knew she looked good.

Jake was quick to recover. They were friends. Coworkers. Nothing else.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without grease on your face.” He made a swipe at her and earned a shove back.

“Whatever, Bagman. Let’s go help so Roo doesn’t put us on cleanup duty.”

She led the way down the hall. He caught his eyes wandering and snapped to military attention right before she sent a smirk back at him.

Definitely a bad idea.

#daydream writes #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #top gun oc #hallie daydream a jones #jake hangman seresin #birdfam #(mentioned)#be safe out there for those who celebrate halloween!#oneshot #hangman X oc

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— you can’t write them in books, ksm.

pairing — lawyer!seungmin x writer!fem reader (with she/her pronouns)

genre — strangers to lovers trope, romance, nsfw.

warnings — profanity, reader writes 18+ novels, mentions of cheating (not seungmin), alcohol consumptions, protected sex, brief breast play, fingering, lmk if i missed something, not proofread.

word count — 9.7k

notes — this a birthday special for seungmin! i finished this fic within a day even though the first part has been sitting in my drafts, this is the final version of the au, i hope you guys enjoy! please don't forget to reblog and leave feedbacks! and happy birthday to our lovely puppy, seungmin!! my love ♡

moodboard.

Dinner was served on the top floor of that one fancy restaurant you always admire. The taste of the food is patronizing enough for you to come back all the time—it has been a tough week and you needed something to freshen up. Seeing someone you truly admire is already making your night great, except for the fact that having a date at the night when Chan’s company is having a party—they also needed your presence. The steak was medium rare, as you cut it into bite-size as your date was tasting his alcoholic drink. It was a formal date, tension keeps rising even though the musicians were playing a piece of good music. You hated the taste of alcohol, and wine is just bearable, he fell into silence and you were hesitating to speak.

A month was worth going out, meeting new people and such, having blind dates, and ending up getting real. From strangers to something serious, it was a great feeling but it came to be different in your case. He was silent as he fidgets his fingers trying to break the ice—a month of dating is finally coming to an end. You knew something was up with him, a predictable occasion for someone who was supposed to be sickly sweet to a lying bastard.

“I think I will take the initiative to break this,” You said as he nodded nervously. “If you are seeing someone other than me, why are you still doing this?”

“Y/n, I-I’m so sorry, I need to—” The man said stuttering in response.

“Are you seeing me for money? You fucking son of a bitch!” You yelled slamming the silverware on the table, earning the attention of other customers.

“Y/n, please let me explain—”

“There’s nothing for you to explain,” You scoffed. “You think you can fool me? I’ve been a VIP in this restaurant and I can ask the staff who you were with the last time you refused to have dinner with me!” You added again as murmurs from the people around started. “I thought it was getting real, but fuck you!” Jolting out of your seat, you grabbed your bag and was about to leave, “You’re paying for everything,” The man fell into despair and regret as he was embarrassed in front of many, and you headed to the counter where a barista was serving a customer for their drink. “Please hand me the most expensive drink, that imbecile will pay,”

“Excuse me?” The barista asked nervously as you glared at him, slamming your fist on the counter.

“I said give it to me!” You yelled as he quickly took something from the shelf, handing it to you. A harsh sigh escaped from your lips while exiting the restaurant—swinging your handbag on your elbow, your hands reached for the lid and started to jug the contents. You hated the taste of alcoholic drinks, especially how the champagne came in quickly. Tears fell from your eyes as you take the way out.

Seungmin arrived at the exact time, his friends were already there, early for a taste of drinks and for the sake of their dear best friend, Jisung. The former hates the taste of alcohol—even expressed his extreme dislike, but he was there to have some fun. This party was meant for Jisung after all but his company was already consumed large amounts of them. Except for Chan who was busy entertaining some of his guests. Seungmin tried to get away from the waiters walking around with their trays of champagne and wine. Some offered some drinks while he politely declined—other guests’ attention was caught at the sight of him. A handsome young lawyer in a book launch for the sake of his friend’s dignity. Jisung wrapped his arm around Seungmin’s shoulder inviting him to drink.

It never took you an hour to arrive at the venue. No one paid attention upon your arrival, well, except Hyunjin who was already tipsy. He made a disgusted face as he smelled the wine the moment you opened your mouth to greet him. A sigh of disbelief escaped your lips and rolled your eyes when he left. And now you found yourself alone at a table with a notebook facing you and a pen dancing on the empty page with an empty glass of wine on the side. Inspiration didn’t hit you like a train tonight, nothing comes up—one thing you decided to come was supposed to take inspiration, disregarding the means of the party for Jisung.

It was a good night, the venue was filled with bookworms and a few friends of the star of the night. Chan was in full support mode for Jisung while you lay alone, watching them. Socializing wasn’t your thing and Hyunjin who was the only friend you have for the event, had himself enjoying the party with the others. You didn’t mind being alone, but the thought of going home is already knocking on your door. No decent sentences were made, just a few lines being scratched and marked wrong. Nothing reached your standards. You stood up from your seat and took another glass of wine from the tray, walked around the hall, and later ended up at a large rectangular table where all of the company’s books were displayed.

Yours were placed beside Jisung, a writer who is full of angst in his life while yours were a mixture of spice and angst. Two novels were already published under Chan’s company name and another one will follow soon. A smile formed on your face when you saw the books, those two works of yours took months to write and you were proud of the results. Many loved it, but many didn’t. They didn’t matter to you anyway, as long as someone loves your work, you write, but also for yourself.

Seungmin took a glance at you—the familiar presence you’ve got made him want to remember where you met. The glass of wine came empty after one gulp, and the man standing beside you was surprised how it all went down so easily. Unlike him, he hated drinking—no friends will keep you busy anyway and Hyunjin already disappeared. You could say that your only close friend would betray you in the times like this. There were no things that captured your entertainment anyway, The brief tour of Jisung’s party ended in your clock, and decided to walk away from the venue, Chan wouldn’t mind that, and headed to the parking lot with your legs wobbling.

It’s a crime to drive under the influence of alcohol but no one would take you home at this hour. Then it hit you—you didn’t even bring your car. You laughed at your stupidity, you feel so hopeless right now. It’s inevitable. You shake your head in annoyance as you try to find your vehicle only to stumble upon a convertible, a black one. An object of inspiration for a scene in your new novel—a car? Taking out the same purple journal from your bag, you started to write something. The difference in your handwriting from drunk to normal is something you can laugh about. But it’s the idea that matters and alcohol don’t make you conscious at all times.

Leaning on the door, the idea didn’t matter if you could read it or not, as long as it is already listed down—disregard the messy writings and scratches. You started getting double vision as your brain signals to rest, you barely forgot how many glasses you drank earlier that lead you to fall on the passenger’s seat, floating in slumber after a minute. Who would leave a convertible open at night?

“Thank you, thank you, everyone!” Jisung said onto the mic as he stepped on the stage. The audience gave him a round of applause. “I would also like to thank everyone for coming here, especially my co-authors and the CEO for organizing this wonderful event, this success of mine is also the success of the company…”

Chan looks proud as he sat with Seungmin and Minho at a round table. The rest of his friends were cheering for him loudly which made Jisung’s confidence boost. Everyone was watching him but Seungmin’s attention was pointed otherwise. His phone vibrated inside his chest pocket and saw the name of his older sister on the ID. The calls seems urgent and he had to excuse himself and take them away.

“Noona,” He called.

Seungmin walked around the empty hallway as they continued to talk. The small chuckle that escaped his lips made it at ease. Seungmin never declines a call from his family, urgent or not, it’s not on his list. But things seemed a bit complicated right now that he had to leave and gather his things being placed on the table he shared with the two elders. He saluted Jisung before exiting the venue leaving the poor man on stage pouting his lips. And to his surprise, he was given another hassle.

“What the hell?” He hissed. “Miss?” He called but you were too knocked out to respond. The man even tried to snap his fingers in front of your face and waved his hands, yet he got nothing. “God, she’s totally passed out,”

Seeing you pass out on the passenger’s seat made him sigh heavily and halted for a while. He couldn’t call Chan for help when his presence is highly needed there, Hyunjin is too drunk to help and Minho would just tease him. He ran out of options and got no choice but to drive you home, calling his sister back for help in exchange for taking her hassle. Seungmin made you sit properly and buckled the seatbelt for you. The scent of wine aroused his disgust but he didn’t have the time to complain. He took off his blazer and placed it on your bare legs—the dress you wore is telling someone inside him to wake up and the blush on his cheeks made it more clear. Seungmin is a man after all, but with all due respect, he knows his boundaries. He doesn’t even know your name.

He took off and had to fall deep into his thoughts. His sister would be surprised when she finds out he brought home a girl. A total stranger in the family, but as his observations, you are very familiar.

“Did you get a girlfriend, pronto?” His sister laughed as he rolled his eyes, carrying you like a bride.

“We didn’t even talk at the event,” He said. “Did you bring clothes before you got here?”

“I did,” His sister said, placing the paper bag on his side table. “Mom is worried about you, that’s why I had to rush here,”

“Is this about the case I’m handling?” Seungmin asked, gently placing you on the soft mattress that he hated to share. “Tell her I’m fine, I have my colleagues to do this with me,”

“I know, but that’s not it, my daughter has been looking for you.” She chuckled. “You don’t have time to visit her anymore,”

“Tell her that I will, right after the first trial, okay? I missed her too,” Seungmin said with a smile. “Anyway, can you please take care of her?” He added, looking at you. “She seems frustrated when I saw her earlier, I need to call Chan hyung later,”

His sister suddenly smirked and crossed her arms on her chest, giving her younger brother a teasing look, “I wonder when are you getting married,”

“Oh come on, that’s not on the list right now,” Seungmin laughed.

“You always choose work before anything else,” His sister said shaking her head. “But if you ever change your mind, I want this girl for you,”

“Noona, that’s absurd, you don’t even know her,” Seungmin retorted but his sister just shrugged and pushed him out of his bedroom.

Seungmin was left dumbfounded as he let out a sigh of disbelief while loosening his tie. He unbuttoned his white polo, enough to let him breathe after a few hours of suffocating himself inside this office and the event that he had to flee. Seungmin took off his polo along with his pants, taking them to the washer before proceeding to the bathroom to take a midnight shower while his sister takes care of you. The remaining pieces of clothing had his body enveloped with limited heat until he reached the shower. He started to clean his body while trying to remember things related to you in the past few years—he was sure he have met you in one of those university days but due to his busy schedule, he never paid attention. The warm water washed the bubbles away from his naked body, enough to relax him and gather his thoughts. He needed to talk sense with you when you are sober.

Seungmin shakes his head making his wet hair dangle water droplets all over the glass wall. He turned off the shower to grab his robe and exited the bathroom only to find his phone along with the pile of paper with a message that the trial was rescheduled for the weekend next week, instead of Monday. He had to enjoy his weekend at least, or visit his niece tomorrow to keep his promise. He knew he had to organize the pile of readings and bring them to his office.

“She’s already good,” His sister said, getting out of his room. “It’s a miracle you’d let someone sleep on your bed,” She smirked.

“It’s bad to let her sleep on the couch,” He sighed. “Anyway, thanks for your help, just tell Mom and Sooha that I’ll visit tomorrow,”

“We’ll be expecting you,” She said. “Anyway it’s getting late, I’m going home now,”

“Let me change my clothes first and take you home,” Seungmin said but his sister shakes her head.

“Nah, I brought my car, I’ll see myself out so take a rest,” She smiled and went to the door, with him following her. “And Seungmin,”

“Yeah?” He asked before his sister could leave.

“Please hook up,” She laughed and closed the door, leaving her younger brother flustered.

Seungmin facepalmed and ruffled his wet hair—that would be impossible to take a cut on his list. He’s never interested in getting into a relationship before, he dated a few people but nothing got serious, no kisses and hookups, just a plain relationship. He knew he was boring to take initiative but none of them entertained him. Everything will become complicated if he decides to commit, or so he thought otherwise. Seeing your sleeping figure, lying peacefully on his bed made his heart feel weird for the first time. Maybe because it is his first time to bring a girl home but this is out of pity and no options left. Yet it suddenly made him a little bit happy to find a company in those lonely nights he spend in his apartment.

He sat gently beside you as he examines your face—he even fixed your hair that covers your beauty. He shouldn’t be doing this, but your presence felt so close to him. Seungmin fixed his newly washed duvet above you as he encountered the sight of your bag with a purple journal peeking inside. He shouldn’t be meddling with someone else’s things without permission but the journal seems to be interesting not to look at, especially when it had Chan’s company sticker on the cover. His eyes landed on yours before he proceeded to take off the gather and opened a few pages, that’s when he read your neat handwriting to a chaotic one. Several lines were scratched off, even the decent ones were crossed. The last page of writings made it more obvious that you wrote about Seungmin’s car which made him chuckle softly.

“So you’re a writer,” He said. “We might get along,” He smiled as he fixed your bag and left it on his side table—leaving you in his bedroom to rest.

The next morning, you never felt such good comfort from your bed and took a while to realize you are not in your room. You saw how unfamiliar the place was the moment you flutter your eyes open, even the clothes you are wearing are not yours. Hissing at the reality, you immediately sat up trying to remember what happened last night. You were sure you didn’t meet anyone before passing out, the last thing you remember was the parking lot and falling asleep on someone’s convertible—

“Fuck,” You hissed under your breath.

Your eyes wander around the room, this person must be a bookworm for having a lot of books. Even law-related books and journals about the law. It was neat and tidy—a minimalist type of room with monochrome colors. There were no pictures of the owner inside but certificates and a Day6 poster were hanging on the walls. You read the names as you walked around and started to doubt you are not in a woman’s home.

“Kim Seungmin?” You read. “Kim Seungmin,”

You knew it sounded familiar but nothing comes to your mind about the face of the person. A sigh escaped your lips as you put the certificate back on the desk and found your bag, lying on the side table. The urge to burst out of this room to go home is like opening doors for embarrassment. Seungmin must be outside, cooking breakfast or something. But it would be bad to leave without thanking him for taking care of your stupidity. And there are no options left.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Seungmin said, welcoming you.

“Uhm, yes,” You answered being nervous at the situation. “Ah, I know it’s stupid to ask but, did something happen?” You added as he gave you a puzzled look.

“If you’re thinking about something naughty, no, nothing,” He smirked as if he read your mind. The question was pretty obvious anyway, especially when you’re in this kind of situation that lies similar to those books you wrote. “And don’t just stand there, eat and sober up, I’ll drive you home later,”

“You don’t have to,” You said trying not to be awkward but you can’t refuse someone’s kindness. That’s your law and Seungmin seems not to be amused by it.

“Look, I just don’t want any hassles anymore,” He said. “I even called my sister to help, so don’t take this lightly. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, Y/n Lee,” You said, gulping your saliva.

“So Y/n, I’m responsible for you while you’re here so just do what I said,” He said with a stern look and it made you think he was hot. The thought came out of nowhere, but he is sure is a handsome young man. “Sit down,”

“I’m sorry about last night, I was drunk—,”

“I know,” He said, handing you a bowl of hangover soup. “But be careful next time, you don’t want to put yourself in danger. You’re lucky I found you unharmed and your things still intact inside your bag. Don’t be careless next time,”

“Right, that was reckless of me,” You said, praying for the floor to eat you alive and save you from this embarrassment. You can’t handle it anymore. “But thank you though,”

“Don’t mention it and eat up, before it gets cold,” He’s the cold one. Another sigh escaped your lips as you ate breakfast in silence. Seungmin didn’t even bother to continue the conversation and went to wash the dishes right after when everything got consumed. You admit it was rude of him but you can’t blame him for it was you who brought him into this dilemma. And he is too serious to mess up with. You don’t even know what to say and sat there in silence.

Seconds turned into minutes and neither of you was speaking. Only the sounds of the water from the faucet crashing to the ceramic dishes were heard. You stared at him, you wonder if he have a girlfriend or was probably married. But he is alone in this lonely apartment, yet you are convinced he is taken—it’s messed up to be single with that face and broad shoulders—

“Stop staring, it’s rude,” He said, sensing your eyes darted on him as it made you blush.

“Sorry,” You said, fanning your face with your hands.

“You’re a writer in Chan hyung’s publishing company right?” He asked.

“Hyung?” You asked back. “You know him?”

“He’s my senior in college and we work together in the law firm,” He said.

“You’re a lawyer?” You asked again as he nodded in response.

“But I can be an attorney if someone wants me to,” He said.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry about this,” You said. “I think I should go now, I’ll wash your sister’s clothes and drop by your office sometime next week. I know you’re busy with some cases Chan told me the last time so, uhm, thank you so much,” You said and grabbed your bag before running outside leaving Seungmin dumbfounded. You went gone in a blink of an eye.

Seungmin’s address was just a few blocks away from where you live but you had to take a taxi to get home. That is when you received a call from Chan you gave missed calls ever since last night. Your stupidity leads to opportunities that came unexpected—you may be embarrassed at the moment but you were lucky enough to be safe. Chan was worried, even Jisung got a little bit upset about not seeing you right when he delivered his speech and you knew Hyunjin was already unconscious about everything. You took a deep sigh before answering his call as the driver lowers the volume of his radio.

“Hey Chan, good morning,” You said.

“Y/n! Good morning, I couldn’t reach you last night,” He said. “Did something happen? I saw you leave early,”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, I got a stomachache from the dinner I had before I got into the venue,” You lied. “Is Jisung upset with me?”

“A little bit, Seungmin also ran off last night,” Chan chuckled. “He is disappointed,”

“Right uhm,” You paused. “I owe Jisung an apology and explanation so I think I’ll be seeing him later,”

“Sure, you do that, I’ll see you at work today then,” He said cheerfully.

“Sure,” You said, dropping the call, sighing heavily—who knows what will happen in the next few days?

Seungmin flipped a page from the twenty-paged case being stapled together with a pen in his right hand, trying to take notes of important details. His office was filled with piles of paper being stacked everywhere around the corner. Post-it notes were plastered all over his walls—a mixture of reminders and schedules—Seungmin hated the sight of them. It wasn’t the best look of his office as a lawyer and accepting a case that stresses the fuck out of him isn’t always a good idea. He was too busy from one case to another that he barely managed to get some time of his own. Lucky for himself he gets to rest during the weekends.

Thinking about it, his weekend got more interesting after you disappeared from his sights. His mother knew about you after his sister spilled the beans. His niece wanted to meet the girl he brought home. It wasn’t part of the plan. He thought after everything he did for you that night he’d get rid of your presence but it wasn’t expected it would be. Seungmin knows you will show up any minute in his life.

A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes fell onto his notebook was filled with outlines from the paper, the color purple highlighter indicated clues and the blue one compromises proofs. Seungmin keeps on track with all of them and has to remind himself to take it easy—the first trial will be tomorrow. The CEO is already expecting too much from him and so is Chan who came to be the head of their team. Felix and Minho were also involved with the case but the eldest one decided to make Seungmin represent it.

The others were busy with the same case, pulling an all-nighter, and decided to sleep in their respective offices. Seungmin was no different. His eyes were already tired from reading all the articles and bases, too occupied to answer his phone. He was determined to finish reading everything to have a good sleep later even if the trial is by Friday. Being stressed as he is, he tossed the twenty-paged paper on his desk before loosening his tie to breathe. He leaned on the backrest as his head fall back on top of it, trying to relax—if not, at least try to simplify an argument. He’s been reading the moment he stepped into his office. Ideas come and go that he had to read a lot of things all over again, he wanted to get this done so bad.

A lovely morning turned into a disaster, or so he thought. But he is expecting it, anyway.

He closed his eyes attempting to take a nap even for a few minutes and even in sleep, the case still resonates, it was useless. Seungmin then again grabbed another pile to read before clicking his pen for a new set of notes—the document being flashed on the monitor’s screen is already forgotten a few hours ago. Nothing beats work for him in this situation but the thought of you suddenly appeared inside his mind. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose trying to focus but only to be interrupted by someone who made a few knocks on his door.

“Come in,” He said, glancing at the paragraphs he made in the document, not minding the person who was surprised by the mess of his office.

“What happened to the neat and tidy Seungmin?” It was Felix.

“Being forced to trash his office for a case,” He scoffed, tossing the papers on his desk again. “What do you want?”

“I was going to invite you for lunch,” Felix answered, hugging a few folders on his chest as Seungmin halted from his work. “The delivery guy came to my office to deliver some new readings,”

“And you’re going to hand it to me?” Seungmin asked as the older boy gave a shy smile. “Hand it over,”

“Not so fast Mr. Kim,” Felix said, taking them away from his reach. “Another mail came, he asked me where your office was so I told him I will take it,” He added, handing him a medium box with the folders on top of it. Seungmin let out a grunt after taking his materials—one that would make his life more miserable than it seems.

“Thanks,” Seungmin said.

“Are we up for lunch now?” Felix beamed.

“Be right there,” Felix took it as a yes and left his office, leaving the younger one dumbfounded. All he did was read ever since the case has been validated by the team, a cup of ramen or jajangmyeon for dinner, he wasn’t able to cook for himself properly. The extension of the case allowed him rest but that is not all of it. He wanted it to end so badly and then again, a tired sigh was heard from him. Seungmin stood up from his swivel chair for blood flow—after hours of sitting made him exhausted—his hands picked up each document from different folders before reading the headings.

“This fucking sucks,” He hissed under his breath until he encountered the mail, Felix was talking about.

It was from the book company that he invested—not related to his job but for the sake of him being a bookworm, novels. A company that Chan owned as a sideline. He receives new books once every two months, regardless of the genre, he will read them by heart. This time, the mail showed him at least four of the new books of his best writers, and one of them belonged to a name with which he is very familiar.

It became a hobby ever since he was in high school, he collected books and read them when he have the chance, which happens after studying—one that keeps him amused from the world full of harsh menace—his reading habit came across in his idea taking law as a profession, a hint of inspiration from his father surfaced as well. He once came across one of his father’s books that lead him to read about the law. Seungmin loves reading—a reason why Chan invited him to be a shareholder and was given the privilege to receive books from his company for free, he is very pleased.

Seungmin smiled at the sight of them—a reason to smile inside hell, but he couldn’t touch them even if it urges him to read. Shaking his head, he grabbed his blazer and wore it before leaving his office. He was greeted politely and cheerfully by his juniors and the staff, which he happily greeted back. Even if work is a living hell, at least the people around him were good to treat him nicely. He arrived at the cafeteria to get his tray of food before joining Chan, Minho, and Felix at the usual table. Chan’s smile was so big that made Seungmin confused.

“Here’s our ace,” Chan welcomed as Minho chuckled in response.

“Shut up,” Seungmin whined as he sat beside Felix.

“Did you receive the books?” Chan asked as Seungmin started to dig in.

“Yeah, Felix brought them over,” The youngest one answered.

“I brought Jisung’s book for you,” Chan said as Seungmin gave him a nod.

“It’s Jisung anyway, how did you even decide to make a party for someone who writes about breakups,” Felix sighs as Seungmin smirks.

“He’s good,” Chan laughed. “I’m telling you when things get tough with you and your partner, that man will ruin it for you,”

“This is why I have trust issues,” Minho scoffed. “He won’t get into a proper relationship when he loves to break it,” Minho added.

“Come on, it was his book launch,” Chan defended. “Too bad he’s upset with you and Y/n,” Then, the name suddenly rings the bell for Seungmin.

“I didn’t see her last Friday night, but she told you she would come right?” Felix said.

“Yeah she did, I talked to her last weekend, and she said she had to leave because of a stomach ache,” Chan said, taking a spoon full of food. “Jisung was playfully upset when she got to work last Saturday morning, jeez,” Seungmin suddenly burst out laughter making everyone around him thought he was crazy. No one knew how he managed to have some time with you when you were supposed to go home.

“What’s funny?” Minho asked.

“Nothing,” Seungmin answered getting back to his proper composure, and proceeded to eat.

“You’re weird,” Felix said.

“I know,” Seungmin scoffed.

Afternoon came and piles of papers and folders were transferred to Chan’s office giving Seungmin a sigh of relief. His workplace is neat again—yet he still has a lot to read. Other materials were given as his homework but he can’t go home just yet. He tried to clean the remaining trash and decided to buy himself some coffee before taking his usual work aside from the case he was doing. A meeting at Chan’s office is also scheduled before dinner and, he’ll be taking a nap for a few minutes. Or he thought it would follow his plans.

The books from the mail are waiting for him to read but he guessed he could only check the synopsis on the back cover and read them when he gets home. Seungmin walked back to his office after ordering his usual iced americano in a nearby cafe when he saw Felix talking to someone in the hallway. The figure seemed very familiar that he stopped walking to examine them. He was stunned by how that person had a bubbly relationship with his friend, and that’s when Felix felt his gaze in his direction. There he realized it was you.

“Hey, Seungmin!” Felix called. “Good timing, someone’s looking for you,” He said. Seungmin gave you a small bow and you did the same in return before he could approach the both of you. “Where have you been?”

“I went to get some coffee,” He said. “What are you doing here?” He asked you.

“I wanted to return these,” You smiled, showing him the paper bag you’ve bought with his sister’s clothes then Felix made a suspicious look.

“Oh,” He said. “In my office please,”

“Wait, you guys know each other?” Felix asked when you were about to leave.

“Not really, we just met a few days ago,” Seungmin said as you nodded in agreement. “I have to discuss a private matter with her so, we’ll head to the office,” He added and smiled at you, gesturing the way to his office.

“Okay,” Felix said, still intrigued.

“I’ll see you later Felix,” You smiled and followed Seungmin.

“Isn’t it suspicious?” Chan suddenly appeared behind Felix making the poor boy clench his chest from the surprise. “They both left early during Jisung’s book launch,”

“I guess they hooked up,” Minho suggested as Felix looked at him.

“Oh come on, they just met a few days ago, it’s impossible.” Felix defended. “Besides, Seungmin is not interested in terms of dating, am I right hyung?” The younger one asked Chan.

“We never know, Seungmin’s unpredictable sometimes,”

Felix and Minho looked at each other, one had a silly smile on his face while wiggling his brows and the other one wasn’t convinced with anything. Chan patted their backs and left, Felix shook his head as Minho followed the older one. It would be good if something unpredictable would happen to Seungmin—that is if he wanted to. The three of them left the hallway as they proceeded to their respective offices, Chan was sure about his suspicions.

“Have a seat,” Seungmin said as he took his way to his desk.

“No, no, I won’t be long, I just came to return your sister’s clothes,” You said.

“Are you in a hurry?” He asked, taking a seat before loosening his tie—which you find a little bit attractive.

“No, but just in case I am interrupting your work,” You answered as he shake his head.

“Not at all, I’m on break so please take a seat. I have a very important matter to discuss with you,” He said as you finally took a seat.

“Shoot,”

“I received a mail this noon, it happened to be Chan hyung’s company books, and I got yours,” He started. “Care to tell me what is it about? I saw the cover, it’s giving me the mature type of genre,”

It made you nervous the moment he spoke about it. You’re not the type to share your stories rather you would just let people judge when they read. Seungmin’s question is something you would dodge and it will be embarrassing to tell him about it. You write 18+ stories for fun when you were in college—you were not a horny young adult that would fantasize about sex, but it is the story that matters the most. Having mature scenes was only there to spice up everything despite the angst. And you are suddenly left speechless.

“Why are you asking me?” You chuckled nervously.

“Because you wrote it and I’m about to read it,” Seungmin answered as you let out a gentle scoff.

“If I tell you, the book won’t be a surprise anymore,” You smiled. “And you can’t ask me anything about it because if I do, I won’t stop talking about it until I let out a spoiler so just read it and tell me what you think if you want,”

“Hmm if I love the book,” He smirked. “But anyway, that’s not the important matter I want to discuss with you,”

“Go ahead,” You said.

“My sister saw you that night, she wanted me to bring you home to get to know each other and my mom as well,” He said.

“That escalated too quickly,” You said, chuckling nervously as you interlocked your fingers together. “What for?”

“This place is not meant to discuss personal matters but I’ll just make it brief,” He started. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“What?” You asked eyes widened at his question. You heard it right, Seungmin is unpredictable sometimes but not this.

“If not it’s okay, I’ll just tell them that time is too complicated for us—”

“No, no! I mean, are you asking me out on a date?” You asked, heart, beating so loud.

“I am.” He said with a stern look. “And will not take rejection,” You stared at him in disbelief as you ran your fingers on your hair, clearing your throat.

“That’s good, let’s meet at 7 o’clock, I’ll text you the address,”

That was what he said before you left his office. You didn’t even know why you said yes to being his date—maybe because of peer pressure. Chan and Felix might be disappointed if you reject Seungmin. No, that’s not it. Maybe because his sister and mother wanted to meet you? It’s possible.

Seungmin decided to rest that night and read while finishing his dinner but he was only led to the pile of his new books being displayed on the side. Curiosity enveloped him when he encountered the book from a very familiar writer. You said you wouldn’t spoil him with it but he was glad you agreed when he asked you out. Even if you just met him that weekend. It was nothing to be embarrassed about anymore, getting to know him will lessen the burden that you carry on your shoulders.

He remembered Hyunjin was recommending some books and he mentioned it was all about romance. Stories that he wanted to fill his life too, not just with work. Seungmin rarely reads about romance, he was more into moralities and philosophy, lessons that he can use for his well-being. At first, Seungmin refused, but reading the synopsis on the back cover had him hooked. A little romance wouldn’t hurt him that is why your book will be the first one tonight.

He should be focused on what’s going to happen tomorrow but screw that mail, he wanted to read the book anyway. Thinking about it, Seungmin wanted to know what was up with this new novel. An excited smile plastered on his face before cleaning the counter—placing everything inside his room. He immediately changed into his hoodie and shorts, plopping on his bed with your book in his hands. Seungmin enjoyed the first few pages but his sleepy eyes didn’t want him to pull an all-nighter again, he didn’t know you write such a genre, one that spices up someone’s night. Hyunjin fucking recommended an author who wrote 18+ a while ago, he could imagine him smirking right now yet Seungmin could only laugh at the thought.

“So this is what you’re up to,” He muttered.

Seungmin went deeper into the story as he added his weight to the pillows. Flipping pages from one to another, his imagination goes wild on how the main characters get high on sex. The woman keeps moaning the man’s name as he buried himself deeper when the woman was on fours while pulling her hair. Seungmin adjusted the neckline of his hoodie as his cheeks turned red along with his ears. The burning heat that enveloped them made his heart beat faster. The man played with her clit as he thrusts faster while the woman was pinching her nipples. Seungmin could imagine everything that he had to close the book, he felt his clothed erection when his hand landed between his legs. He swore he is not a pervert, maybe it’s just a normal reaction but for fuck’s sake, it’s not like he’s reading something like this for the first time.

“Shit,” He hissed as he lay down, trying to ignore it but he had to take responsibility for himself. And it is quite funny.

The next night was the scheduled date, one that you really have to prepare yourself for. You saw Seungmin waiting at the table he reserved the moment you got into the restaurant he told you about. He seems like he just got out of work but he looks dashing ever since you saw him that night. And you don’t want to screw up this time. A smile formed on his face when he saw you coming, the beautiful dress you prepared had his jaw dropped at how pretty you were with it. Even the style of your hair suits you and the shoes. He never felt like this before, of course, he doesn’t, he never dated anyone using this type of concept. Maybe you are the first.

“Sorry I’m a bit late, I had to get my car fixed,” You said, taking the seat in front of him.

“You look beautiful,” He said that made you caught off guard.

“Thank you,” You smiled shyly. “You look handsome yourself,”

“Thanks, I appreciate it so much,” He smiled as he went to give the orders.

Dinner started and this time, it wasn’t like the last time you dated a stupid jerk who only knows cheating and a gold digger. Seungmin’s presence made you feel reassured and contented, you know he is someone you could rely on at first sight. But then you know the risk of falling in love and in this case, he only asked you out in a rush because of his family. Nothing will be sincere, but for the sake of his sister, you had to thank him for that. It will be a waste of opportunity to let a man like him go, and if you were to marry someone, you wanted to be him. Not because of his profession but because of those small ways he did when you slept in his apartment. Of course, you became his responsibility, but he shouldn’t treat a stranger like that. It made your heart leap every time you think about it.

You always write them on your laptop, imagining things that you would want to happen in your life. It is always fantasizing but not to be put in reality. You grew tired of being hopeless romantic, people your age are getting married and having babies while your group of friends is either dating or single like you. There is no pressure that lies between the lines but you are also dreaming about your future with someone. Maybe breaking it off with that jerk opened doors for you to meet Seungmin. But you never want to rush things, you doubt it will end quickly after meeting his sister and mother. Nothing will come after that.

Or you thought otherwise.

“Would you mind if I ask you something?” He asked, slicing the steak on his plate.

“Go ahead,” You smiled, taking a bite of your food.

“What happened to you last weekend? I mean, don’t answer it if it’s too personal,” He said, taking the meat inside his mouth.

“Oh, I broke up with someone,” You smiled bitterly. “I mean, we were just seeing each other for a month, nothing serious between us yet but then I found out he was two-timing me so yeah. I was devastated and went on for a drink, I’m sorry I caused you trouble,” You sighed in between.

“Sorry I judged you easily,” He said as you shake your head.

“Not at all, it was my fault anyway,” You said. “I shouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with him if I knew,”

“That’s not your fault, you didn’t even know,” He answered. “It was his mistake for taking advantage of you though,”

“You think so? I thought we were getting serious but oh well,” You chuckled bitterly. “Nothing works for me, I mean, I’ve been single for the rest of my life,”

“Hey, hey, that’s not true, something will work for you,” Seungmin reassured.

“If there is, then, will you be that someone who would work with me?” You said, looking directly into his eyes as he was caught off guard. “I’m sorry, it was a joke, I never mean it, I’m not probably your type—”

“Who said you’re not?” Seungmin smirked. “I can work out things for the both of us Y/n, that is why I asked you out,” He paused which made you stop eating. “That is if you want me to, then I will,”

“Are you serious?” You asked, taking your glass of wine.

“I’ve read your book last night, I couldn’t put it down,” He started. “Let’s disregard the mature scenes and my physical reactions—”

“Wait, physical reactions?” You laughed. “What happened?”

“Y/n, just like you, I have embarrassing moments too you know?” He scoffed, making you shrug.

“I’m totally convinced that it was something funny or spicy,” You nodded but he just rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“But let’s focus on the story,” He started. “I get that your characters have trust issues and traumas, they find time to heal and we know it’s not that easy. Things are too complicated to comprehend but your two characters find comfort with each other despite the fact that one of them is cold and the type to not give in easily. I get your point okay? You can’t heal your scars alone, even if you want to be alone. But the story differs in our reality Y/n, you wanted to be loved, and I wanted time but I feel lonely too, my mother wants me to get married but I wanted to take my time. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to risk myself falling in love. You can write anything you want, but this,” He stopped in between, “You can’t write them in books,”

“You have a good deal in that,” You smiled.

“Which is why I wanted to spend a lot more time with you, that is if you will allow me,” He smiled back. “I’m not usually like this,”

“Seungmin…” You called.

“I know it’s stupid, we just met and all. I just read your book, and I fell in love with it, I’m not the type of guy to give in easily but you—you just made something different in me you know?” He smiled. “Maybe all of this is unexpected but, I’m serious,”

“Everything is,” You chuckled. “But that’s not the case for me Seungmin, you were right about me wanting to be loved,” You smiled. “And you should know how happy I am when you asked, of course, I definitely want you to,”

Seungmin couldn’t hide his smile anymore and it wasn’t that long when you asked if you could stay the night in his apartment inside of him driving you to yours. Conversations lasted inside his car, you shared a lot of things to get to know each other. He finally remembered how both of you went to the same college, you were only freshmen when you met but time and fate didn’t let you meet. He was a Political Science major and went to law school after graduation while you took Literature and went to work as an assistant to Chan in his publishing company and later become one of his best-selling authors after proposing a draft.

Having this relationship with him sounds so rushed but you couldn’t reject someone like him at the first glance. He begs to differ from that jerk you dated before—he is someone special in your heart now. Maybe you should thank him for leading you to Seungmin or maybe his sister who wanted you to hook up with him. But those didn’t matter, for now, you wanted to spend some time with him to dig deeper into the new relationship.

He brought you home that night but he didn’t manage to get to his bedroom when he started kissing you by the entrance. An arm wrapped around your waist as his hand rested on your cheek while you threw your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You could taste the sweet wine you had earlier—the kiss was gentle at first, the usual soft and intimate affection but it somehow led to tongues colliding together as he pressed himself against you. A soft grunt escaped your lips when you felt your back against his white walls, your fingers played with his black locks and entangled with them as his kiss turned passionate and hot.

You only write them in books, a kiss never felt so real when you have yours connected with his. The strong sense of infatuation didn’t seem to last, you wanted this to be more as much as he does. Seungmin never gives in so easily, but when it comes to you, he wants to go down. He bit your lower lip and started sucking at them before kissing you again. Your hand rested on his chest as the other one kept playing with his soft locks—it felt good, kissing him felt so good. His gentle and soft lips wanted to take it to something more intense. He carried you to his room and made you sit on his bed with the lights never bothered to be switched on. The city lights outside creep through an open window that settles a dim atmosphere. He never broke the kiss, nor you didn’t want to stop. You wanted it to stay there and molded with yours—you never thought your first kiss would be something like this and he never thought you would be this good.

His kisses were intense—your hands tried to pull his blazer off his broad shoulders, which he helped you make it easy. Your fingers loosening his tie that he took it away over his head and crashed his lips on yours again to keep the pace. But he had to stop when he felt your hands trying to unbutton his white polo, leaving a peck on your lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered against his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” You nodded in response. “Please?”

“Shit,” He hissed as you felt his lips attack yours again. His hands reached for the zipper at the back of your dress as he slowly pulled them down. Still, in a daze under his kiss, you managed to take off his polo and felt his broad shoulders. Seungmin pushed you down as your back hit the soft mattress as he undressed, throwing everything on the floor including the remaining pieces of clothing, revealing a wonderful sight from you. “You’re really beautiful,” He smiled before hovering himself above you and started kissing you again.

“You’re naughty,” You said, humming his kisses.

“Says the one who wrote that book,” He smirked in between. Your legs parted when you felt his fingers rubbing circles on your clit to feel how wet you were, making a small whimper escape from your lips. His cold fingers felt good—the way they touched you made the heat inside your body grow. You bite your lower lip when you feel 2 digits sliding inside and your hands tighten their grip on his broad shoulders as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. Seungmin slowly thrusts his fingers inside you and his free hand squeezes your breast. Hissing underneath your breath, moans started to follow—your cunt started sucking them, really good. Your lips parted when you felt his teeth dig into your neck, nipping and sucking your bare skin.

His lips met yours again, he would never get tired of it. He loves the way the taste of the wine remained intact between your lips and tongue. Seungmin keeps thrusting his fingers making you whimper in between his hungry kisses and you wanted to feel more than his fingers could. He tasted your juices that coated his fingers before he took a condom inside his drawer.

“Let me help you,” You said when he kissed your lips to stop.

“Just stay back, baby,” He smiled, opening the small sachet. You felt the tip of his cock rubbing on your entrance when was done. Seungmin buried himself slowly inside you. You gasped and throw your head back on his pillow, scratching his bare back.

“Shit,” You hissed.

“I’ll go slow, love, trust me,” He whispered before kissing your cheek, down to your lips again. Seungmin kept his promise to be gentle, but despite of it, you can’t help but savor the taste of what heaven looks like—how much more if he goes hard?

Your lips parted as you let out the sounds that aroused him more to be fucking gentle. He was aware that he have work tomorrow but that doesn’t matter now. Having you under him on his bed felt like one of the best moments in his life. Seungmin is tired from work, you knew that after examining his eyes when you saw him during dinner but fucking you felt like he was not exhausted at all. His pace started to get faster and pound you over the past minutes. You dug your nails on his back, making red lines visible on his skin making him hissed above you.

He couldn’t keep up being gentle when he heard you scream his name. A smirk was formed on his lips upon loving the sounds you make. Your legs parted wide as you felt his length going in and out. His gentle manner disappeared—maybe he lied about being gentle. Even your eyes were madly shut to feel his movements and lost it when his mouth started sucking your hard nipple.

“God, that feels so good,” You moaned, biting your lip.

“You like it?” He asked, biting your tits while bucking his hips faster, making the sinful sound grow louder. Seungmin started kissing your neck, which made you turn to the side to give him access. And still keeping the pace he’s been doing. Your breath sounded heavy as he goes hard, and the same goes for him as you felt his hot breaths near your cheeks. He loves the sight of you going crazy over him, despite being strangers in the first few nights, this feeling felt like he’s been waiting to fuck the shit out of you. Fuck being gentle, you’re already loving it when he went hard. Your arms wrapped around Seungmin’s neck as he went in deeper making your back arched and toes curled up on his sheets.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, kissing your cheeks.

“I’m close,” You breathed heavily.

“Go on,” He said, kissing your lips.

Seungmin laid on the top of you after a sweet release. Sharing heavy breaths, lying on his mattress felt good after a tiring day—Seungmin never denied it. He’s happy he did it with you. A smile formed on his face as his fingers traced your cheeks before giving you another kiss on the lips. Pulling him closer for a hug had deepened the soft connection of your mouth against each other though it didn’t last long when he decided to lay down beside you and you went for a hug. His fingers started stroking your hair as he kissed your forehead. He should have gotten close to you despite the busy schedules you had in college. And what if he did?

“Tell me, love, what were you doing in my car that night?” He asked, pulling you closer to his naked body as he pulled the duvet to cover you both. Your fingers reached his bangs covered in sweat, exposing his forehead—he’s more handsome than ever.

“I was just checking that out, your convertible looks nice,” You chuckled in response. “I wasn’t trying to steal your car, I swear, I just fell asleep,”

“You were drunk,” Seungmin pointed out.

“A little bit… I think it wasn’t just a little,” You laughed. “I was drinking before I came to the venue. I thought I can handle myself but my tolerance betrayed me,”

“You’re so cute, but don’t do it again,” He chuckled. “You might end up in someone else’s car again. But I’m glad it happened to be mine though, I wouldn’t have met you,”

“Me too,” You said as he smiled, leaning closer to kiss the tip of your nose making you let out a giggle.

“I was wondering,” He said, stroking your hair as you hugged him closer.

“Hmm?”

“If you could attend the first trial this Friday morning? Let’s meet my mom and sister in the afternoon if that’s okay with you,” He said as you looked up at him.

“I would love to,” You smiled at him.

“Then that’s settled,” He answered before giving you another kiss on the lips. “Let’s get some sleep now love,”

“Seungmin,” You called.

“Yeah?”

“Will they like me? I mean, everything is rushed but,” You said worriedly when he gave you another kiss on the lips. He will never grow tired of it, even if you were going to spend a lifetime if fate allows you to.

“My sister loves you already,” Seungmin said. “The moment she saw you, she knew I was never going to be single again. You’re the first woman I brought home,” You could feel the blush on your cheeks and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Then let’s be together for a long time,” You said, scooching closer while hugging his waist. Seungmin smiled at the thought.

“I promise,” He answered, kissing the crown of your head.

“Another thing,” You said, making him chuckle in response.

“What?”

“You said physical reactions during dinner, what are those?” Seungmin burst out in laughter as his cheeks turned red. “What?” You chuckled.

“Do you really want to know?” He asked as you nodded in response.

“I have an assumption but I would like to hear you first,” You said, taking his hand—playing with his long fingers.

“Let’s hear your assumption first,” He said, pressing his lips onto yours.

“You got hard?” You laughed when he let out a chuckle.

“You naughty,” He said making you giggle as he went on top of you again—kissing you.

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