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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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hello again everyone i'm putting on my tinfoil jester hat & passing out Hefty grains of salt. its batshit theory time!

in short: i think Julie is gonna get violent & might end up killing someone - or she'll at least try. and i'm pretty sure something terrible is gonna happen to her.

in long: hoo boy. strap in

first off, i'd like to say that i love womens' wrongs And rights! all of this is said with utmost affection & respect for Julie. i love it when characters do terrible things, its interesting and so tasty for the story and their development <3

second disclaimer: most of this is just based off of what we have / know as of now. which is, admittedly, not much! so despite having short arms, i may be reaching very far! i'll get the based-on-knowledge part of my thoughts out of the way before getting into the more abstract I'm Just Making Shit Up At This Point part (educated guessing, yk yk!)

not sure where to start so i'll begin with what starting this line of thinking - flower symbolism. I've gone a little bit into it in a previous post from a while back (where i just made observations about the neighborhood map), but i'll restate the relevant parts. there are two flowers in the neighborhood with greek myths attached, and similar ones at that: the hyacinths outside of the Post Office, and the sunflowers outside of Frank's house.

most people know the hyacinth myth! Apollo, while playing metal frizbee with his (male) mortal lover Hyacinthus, Apollo's thrown discus bounced off of the ground and accidentally hit Hyacinthus in the head, killing him - then Apollo turned the spilled blood into the hyacinth flower. in another - popular - version of the myth, the wind god Zephyrus was jealous and blew the discus off course to kill Hyacinthus. as for sunflowers: Clytie, a nymph, was in love with Apollo and grew jealous of his relationship with a princess, Leucothoe. Clytie informed Leucothoe's father of the relationship, and he buried Leucothoe alive as punishment. Apollo turned his murdered lover into a sunflower. two flowers attached to greek myths about Apollo falling for a mortal, and that mortal gets murdered by a jealous non-mortal.

next, I would like to bring attention to This Concept Artwork from 2021. now i'm not gonna use this as a definitive "oh this exists so it must mean-" but there are always elements of concept work, especially Canon concept work, that sticks or can allude to themes or information that will be revealed later in the story. concepts are concepts for a reason - it means there's a solid idea that's being explored in depth, most times for use (especially that deep into the story crafting).

specifically, right now i'd like to look at the type of flower Julie is holding. pansies. normal ones + the primary fucked up pansy. pansies are symbols of love - both romantic and platonic, but predominantly platonic. it can also symbolize nostalgia, thought, admiration, remembrance, and can even be used as an "i'm sorry" flower. in victorian times, it was often used to represent forbidden/secret love.

stick with me, i'm getting to the point i promise

now, another thing is how much of Julie's character (meta-wise & in regards to the WH show as a production) is centered around love. her house is the "cutest" or most feminine one in the neighborhood, and it's downright infested with hearts, from the windows to the bushes to the chimney. she exists as Frank's foil, and it's almost definitive that she was meant to be Frank's love interest (there's just. so much evidence that there's no way that's not it). and just look at her! she looks like a love interest! if WH was a real show that i sat down to watch, i'd see her and immediately go "oh, ok, that's her base role"

this contradicts with what we know of her character - Julie seems big on platonic love, loving her friends, but other than that? she very much steps around what her house/character design is trying to say. she's hopscotching right over what the production wants from her. the only thing she kinda sticks with is the whole flower thing

but. but but but. i wonder! after the update, I'm pretty confident that the neighbors are influenced by the "script" and the workshop, even if they're not aware of it. see: the difference in how they act in the "recovered media" (where they behave more like they're characters playing out a bit, their dialogue has no natural lulls and it just sounds like a (really good) script) vs the 14 audios & the phone calls (natural dialogue, they seem more layered & like actual people instead of just characters, there's no set shenanigan - they're just doing their own things). and we can assume that the latter audios are from the neighbors off-script off-the-air.

despite this, they still somewhat try to fill their roles. the question is: how much of that is authentic, and how much is them still feeling that pressure to perform? just like how We as people feel pressure and expectation from societal rules/norms, even if we're not conscious of it. like, say... kids growing up thinking being queer is wrong, even if they've never been directly exposed to / made aware of homophobia/transphobia. We fill in the absence of being told "this is right" with "it must be wrong", and We act accordingly

so apply that to sapient puppets who were (again, most likely) made with set relationships, dynamics, and character details in mind. they're meant to be This Way, even if they want to be That Way, and that internal "programming" has to conflict, at least a little. like how I've seen Clown mention that homophobia will/may be a theme, and the only way i can see that happening among puppets who have never been directly exposed to it is if the above happens: they feel pressure from something they're unaware of. expectation from a "higher" plane of existence. as above, so below.

OKAY NOW WE'RE GETTING TO IT I PROMISE! blend this all together into Frank & Eddie catching feelings. they weren't meant to fall in love. they're not supposed to be together. it's - from the perspective of Playfellow & society (in the time period WH was active/created) - wrong.

Julie is supposed to be with Frank. Frank is supposed to be with Julie. in a way, they are together - they're best friends. they're foils. they were created to compliment each other and click. in the media audios, they're almost always together. if one of them is in a scene, so is the other.

so what happens if Frank starts to pull away? if he starts to spend more time with Eddie - what if Julie feels like she's being pushed out? what if she asks Frank to come play, only to be told he already has plans with Eddie, and if Julie tries to join in, what if Frank tells her no?

if it were me in this situation, I think I'd start to panic a little. everything has always been the same - it's always been Frank and Julie. that's how it's supposed to be. Frank and Eddie, well that's just - that's just wrong! and if, at this hypothetical point in the story, things are tangibly starting to degrade/go wrong, Julie might cling even harder, panic even more.

you see where I'm going with this? what i meant with the flower symbolism and what it could point to?

their world is falling apart, and Julie's one constant - Frank, her best friend, her grumpy rock - is pulling away. for Eddie. the mailman. and so what if the jealous "lover" takes action? Julie can make things go back to normal. she needs Frank, and in her mind she's losing him, but she can't lose him. she can't. and maybe that little whisper of expectation that she can't hear but feels nonetheless, fuels this fire. it makes her feel justified, makes her feel the need to act and "correct" this. maybe if she gets rid of the distraction, Frank's love and attention will be hers once more.

i mean, people do insane things when they're under that much pressure. from current probably-horrible events, a loss of control in their own life, their closest person seemingly distancing themselves, subconscious pressure from societal expectation. especially when it comes to love - platonic or romantic. w/ Julie, i'm pretty sure it's platonic in regards to Frank. though she is bi, so you never know! could be both!

and maybe it won't be about Frank & Eddie, if any of this turns out to even a little right. maybe there's a factor I'm not considering or haven't seen yet. but i really do think that there are things pointing to it.

like yeah, the Concept Art linked above. the caption saying "liar", the specific species of flower, Julie holding it over her mouth as if keeping a secret, the hammer. not sure if the person standing over her is her primary puppeteer, an abstract, or something else (it seems cracked?) but that's not what this theory is about!

then there's the flower patch - both behind her in the concept art, and the one behind her house on the map. it's striking me now that the two look very similar. they have mostly the same flowers, even. blue/yellow/white/orange "daisies", some daffodils, what i think are roses (it's hard to tell specifics on the map). an odd choice to make them so similar (unless it's coincidence!).

when I first saw the patch, my immediate thought was "holy shit is that a body dump?!" bc it's oddly green compared to the rest of the map, it's placed at a noticeable distance behind Julie's house - as if it's supposed to be "hidden", and it's the lushest spot in the neighborhood. now, to provide a counterargument to my own claim: it could be very green because that's how things are shaded, it looks like it's at a distance from the house bc the map is 2D, and its the lushest spot bc Julie's all about flowers - also, i doubt flowers would spontaneously grow since we can assume none of them are real. it's a puppet world of props. but who knows.

(and okay this might or might not be relevant but we can assume Julie is the one who made the chalk drawings on the path, right? i think there's a spiral in front of her house. just making a note of it.)

and there's just how much "pressure" seems to be on Julie compared to the others. she doesn't match her house. she doesn't fit her "role" the way she's meant to. AND OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT - by the swingset, there's now a bowling ball and what looks like red scissors. idk about you guys but i associate scissors with Eddie. he's all about crafts, after all! now i'm really reaching but hey? murder weapon? Julie does seem fond of bowling balls... that's a perfect bludgeoning weapon to have on hand (in abundance!)

in conclusion, i just think Julie has major potential to do some deliciously fucked up stuff. in fact, i hope she does! it could be handled/done in an absolutely fascinating way, and could have intriguing consequences.

who knows, maybe i'm right about her trying to get rid of Eddie (not out of malice or anything, just fear & pressure), and there'll be a whole thing where he keeps on coming back, completely unaware that she tried to off him, bc he's a puppet and it's probably really tough to kill something that wasn't really alive in the first place. i mean, in This Observation post i made about some new map secrets, there's a strange window shine on the Post Office door that could be spelling out either "nexus" or "new us". that plus the apparent extra hands/faces behind the door... Eddie is quite accident prone. who's to say he's not used to being replaced by himself? it's not like he'd remember. or is that the reason his memory is bad? holy shit wait - no wait this is a tangent. sorry. this post is about Julie lmao maybe i'll make a different post for this Eddie Thought i just had bc ough. ough...

and also, before anyone tries to come at me - because there's always people who twist words to Start Shit or misinterpret/miss the point - i'm not saying that Julie is like... homophobic. or hates Eddie. or is a "jealous crazy-" just. yk? and if you think that, maybe reread the post. or take a reading comprehension class <3

AS FOR THE SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENING TO JULIE. this is based on Two things and also Vibes. this section will be mercifully short compared to the rest of this clusterfuck of a post

so in the Livestream Trivia doc compiled by @/theneighborhood watch, yes i'm referencing this again sorry, there's this tidbit:

that, plus This Artwork, which features Julie (they're her shoes!) standing at the edge of an apparent chasm (the edge of the set, i assume) paints an interesting hypothetical picture. maybe she wanders a little too far and falls off the edge of her world. maybe she discovers something and Wally has to do something he doesn't want to do, but "needs" to. hey, who knows. maybe she is gonna hurt / try to hurt someone, and in an attempt to save them / stop her, Wally pushes her - either accidentally or on purpose, either way the end result would be the same. now I'm just pulling things out of my ass so lets move on lmao

then there's the Unknown Record in the website's media section. i actually recorded the audio and sped it up - i'll post that video later - and it seems to be an excerpt from Alice in Wonderland. the only part of it i've been able to clearly pick out is "Alice found herself falling down.... down... down..." followed by, presumably Alice speaking - who's high pitched voice reminds me of Julie's. so that's another point in the Julie Goes Bye-Bye Via Rapid Descent theory. or just goes temporarily missing! it could be that the only relevant part of the above trivia tidbit is the "falling down a cavern", and not the "never seen again" part. but it could. be. both.

though! though. Clown has stated that if all the neighbors were to take on roles in Alice in Wonderland, Wally is the one who would be Alice. which follows his direct connection to the spiral/eye pit, and the phrase "down the rabbit hole". so it could be either or. it could be both! it could be neither! this is all speculation, which brings us to....

the end! we made it! i hope you're still carrying your Hefty grains of salt! soon you'll be able to fill a large chicken-shaped shaker with it all!

#ok ive been feeling a little Clearer upstairs lately so i think this is actually written the way i wanted #the brain fog lifted just enough to be insane on main!#sorry about all the flower symbolism #i just think its there on purpose! why choose those specific flowers! why Draw specific flowers in a fictional puppet world #where not even the animals are real species! theyre just generic/fictional 'butterfly' 'beetle' etc #and how eddie and frank's main flowers are practically the same story just in different fonts #how julie is 'meant' to be frank's lover. the meanings of the pansy. the flower patch.#welcome home speculation #wh speculation #wh theory #homebogging #'i connected the dots' you didnt connect shit 'ive connected them'#i stg im gonna eat drywall....#and hey. maybe this is all just wishful thinking #i love it when fictional women do bad things. its catnip to me!#we'll see we'll see #wow i actually dont have much to say in the tags. i put it all in the main post. this is a rarity!#i just think it would be interesting if julie clashed with frank/eddie #that could be downright Fascinating...#well whatever happens ill enjoy it! im im right - awesome! if im wrong - awesome!

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slightlysadfilter · 4 months

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So Saltburn: a story of obsession and control

Warning: spoilers ahead

You bet I'm gonna dissect this mfing movie. It left me scarred at 3 am on a workday so here I am, giving my own personal interpretation. Enjoy!

So as I've anticipated, I think the entirety of the movie is a battle between obsession and control. Specifically, Oliver's need to control everything and anyone, and his very clear obsession with Felix. But how does it unfold? And are the two conciliatory, or is Oliver a walking oxymoron? Why does he fuck a grave? We'll get to that.

Part I: Obsession.

We know nothing of Oliver's past. We come to know, very shockingly, that he has a peaceful-looking family, in an alright neighbourhood. The only hint we might've been given about his past behaviour is how his mother immediately tries to soothe the situation when he refuses lunch and wants to leave. But still, too little, so for the purpose of this dissection, Oliver starts with Oxford.

I believe that, at the beginning of the movie, Oliver is more inclined towards obsession. He picks his god (Felix) and yearns to please him. Still, we also notice his need to control very early (actually we do at the end, but yk, early). The control aspect is apparent in his manipulations, this new reality he carefully crafts, but all of it is to appeal to Felix. "He's a scholarship guy who buys clothes from Oxfam", he clearly doesn't want to be that. He doesn't want to be part of the equation-spurting loner group, to be a kid from a boringly simple family and a modest, row-house neighbourhood.

He needs to appeal to Felix, so he takes control of everything. Here, obsession and control go hand in hand. The only reason Oliver is doing what he's doing, is to feel seen by his god. To seat at the "olympus" table with all the trendy, rich kids and their godly-like aura. He threads slowly at first: he knows he can't become them, so he plays the poor-guy part. Crappy family, no money, but still so, so generous and ready to listen. His god is surely pleased; not only that, Felix feels protective of him. He's gained a spot in paradise, albeit due to someone else. Then he makes a mistake, he gets too comfortable and lets too much of his desire of perfection slip. Felix gets annoyed and he's kicked out of heaven. Therefore, more manipulation, more offerings: oh no my dad is dead. Please Felix notice me again, make my tragic story part of your entertainment, let me in again to delight you further.

And so he does.

Part II: Control.

It is a gradual event, control eclipsing Oliver's obsession. For a while, the two co-exist almost equally.

It is very subtle at first. He appears shy, but he's not: I reckon runny eggs don't really make him sick. But he gets to order someone around and he surely takes the chance. For the first time, the reality he's crafted doesn't only need to appease a "superior being" but also, himself.

Then, we have Venetia. It's the first time we clearly see what a little of control does to him, his first true sliding through the cracks of Saltburn like termites. Control is a high for Oliver, fusing with arousal. He likes telling her what to do, to share his excitement and make her do his bidding with it. And still, he is entertaining someone: he's the guy who doesn't cower around period blood and actually plays with it. He's stepped up, but he's still surrounded by higher beings.

Of course, we can also see how obsession remains in how he, uhm, slurps some delicious bathwater and also readily denies having anything to do with Venetia. Felix is still his god after all, and the fake reality exists to appease him. Not Venetia. She gets thrown to the side.

Then, Farleigh, who is actively trying to sabotage him. He wants him gone, he looks down on him, he likes to remind Oliver just how ephemeral he is at Saltburn. They already had moments of tension at Oxford, but now it's pathological: Farleigh is a risk of getting kicked out again. And so again, Oliver deals with it through arousal. Being able to bend him to his will is exciting, control is exciting. He's getting a better taste.

Then, the tragedy. Felix finds out about all the lies. Oliver's god is enraged, outraged. He's still in paradise, but on borrowed time and clearly unwanted. But the worst of it all: Oliver's object of obsession can never, ever accept his offerings again. His entertainment. Though he tries to salvage it, it's gone, the sparkle; and he's been getting skilled at control. So the night of the party, last night in heaven, he kills his god. If he can't please him, he'll conquer him. If he can't obsess over him, he'll take his place. (the symbolism is also very strong in this one!!! Felix having wings, and Oliver antlers to represent horns, or perhaps just earthly beings.)

So why does he fuck a grave? Quite simply, in my humble opinion, he's weeping the death of his god and getting aroused by his conquest at the same time. That's what I mean when I say he's a paradoxical character, and the conflicting nature of him is more prominent in this scene than in any other.

Now that Felix is gone, the road is easy. He's taken one of the highest spots and he wants more. Farleigh? Gone. Venetia? Disposed of. The plan halts upon the father's ultimatum (who, though apparently soft, is still head of this paradise) but when he dies, it is back in motion. The mother is too trusting, too desperate for a friendly face. Oliver is now the one with power over her, it's so easy to kick her out. Her slow assassination is partially merciful, partially ecstatic for Oliver, once again. But he's won, he has complete control (and so, he thankfully doesn't fuck her comatose body.)

His crafted reality is now real. He does not only belong to paradise, he runs it. He has become the god he's killed, and his last funky dance shows how control has definitely taken over obsession. No need for that, he sits at the top.

#saltburn #jacob elordi #barry keoghan

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thegratefulsouth · 22 days

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Alright I have just finished Season 1 of TWD DD and I have thoughts and questions and feelings. And energy!

I am very new to this fandom, and while I've done some searches in places, I'll still just apologise in advance for being repetitive and missing stuff. I will miss stuff every time.

I'll get Laurent out of the way, and even though it's all connected for me, the rest is Caryl.

#1 So Laurent. I have questions about his ability to see into the future. He was convinced Daryl would survive the Gladiator battle, he knew they'd all end up back together. Is this a real thing? Is it coincidence in faith? The drawing I don't care about, I'm not sure how involved he is with the manipulations, but he should definitely be able to feel that this is happening with Isabelle, given his empathic nature. So in that case, does he sense there is a reason to go along with her ways, for a future purpose we don't know about yet.

The empathic thing:

Episode 1, he says to Daryl "You're homesick. I see it in your eyes. I feel things. In my stomach. I feel your sadness." Episode 5, he tells Madame Genet that she isn't angry; her heart is broken.

He can distinguish sadness between heartbreak and homesickness- these are very specific feelings. Are there more examples? Not sure when I'll be able to watch it back. Is this significant? Is there a point to this? Is he going to make the match? Is he going to be overwhelmed by Carol's grief and guilt, though hopefully she'll just be happy and relieved when he meets her (hopefully!!).

"Daryl why don't you just kiss Carol like she wants you to?"

What are the rules around this? I don't know how it works.

#2 Second up! The boats. Is there any evidence that any of the boats have any significance? I know they probably just make sense with the location and the storyline, etc. But when Laurent cuts the boat loose, Daryl is losing his most immediate TANGIBLE lifeline to Carol and that is because a BOAT has drifted. A boat.

Okay, and also, I was thinking about this on my long drive to work this morning and I swear to the husks of dust on my Jim Shore Dorothy and Glinda figurine, Spotify threw THIS song I've never heard before at me. Yes, PIRATE song. Pirate song by mehro. But dear god the lyrics.

"Are you ready to let me in?"

"I've been trying to believe what I said is what I need."

This is such a haunting, beautiful song. I'm so thrilled to discover this artist. I'm not immune to dissolving into a puddle on the side of the road when I hear a new song that spins me out. I feel things so intensely. I'm going to do a post just for this song. This song is Caryl to me.

#3 Daryl's longing for Carol in a ramble:

I like the connection between Daryl saying "I have family back home," and Carol in the teaser clip saying Daryl is the only family she has left. It feels like a string, tying them together. Feels like they're on the same damn boat. Emotionally.

I just want to touch on the name dropping Who Are Your Friends scene with Laurent. Even though I have no idea whether this scene is supposed to have any significance or if it's just supposed to be a simple moment of connection for these two. Regardless, it is significant. Every second beyond about a week just is. So to touch on Laurent again, I'm just wondering is it possible that Daryl's a little guarded here, because he knows the kid's intuitive? Does he feel like he needs to be more careful with his emotions? He's already elevated. But he says Connie's name really easily. It's easy for him to say her name and I think that says a lot. He's trying to connect with the kid, so of course Judith and RJ pop up. Daryl got himself started, and there's a very slight gap, while he's thinking before he offers up Ezekiel. That's where he should say Rosita but she's gone, or Aaron (but too much missage? Their bond), Michonne's not there! Oh, Ezekiel! They were starting to get along? They had a hug and everything? I don't know. I like the link between Connie and Ezekiel though. Anyway Daryl has to say Carol because she is his heartbeat, so he manages to get that out and then he stops. No more names.

Laurent says they sound nice and is Daryl's response a little defensive? Even though Laurent's just a kid, he's a little intense. Daryl says, "Yeah, how do you know?"

I think that's interesting. Like he's shared as much as he's comfortable sharing and then he wants to bundle his family back up again. It's painful to talk about Carol because he misses her and he promised her and she cried when he left and she is his soulmate. She's a little too precious and valuable to be spoken about by someone who hasn't even met her.

Alrighty now I need to go find some gifs for that song post.

#caryl #caryl is endgame #caryl positivity

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lost-walmartbag · 8 months

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Kenny X Reader pt 8

Warning: swearing

Background: You get confirmation on whether Kenny cheated on you or not.

Status: Completed

Previous part

Peace

You've been getting better since the accident. Of course, most of it is due to Kenny taking care of you 24/7. Even though only your arm was broken and in a cast, Kenny tried talking you into letting him push you around in a shopping cart he stole from Walmart but you shot it down. So when you got back to school he had to settle for holding your things all the time. He even tried feeding you but again you shot it down.

You walk into school seeing Kenny at your locker taking your books out. You walk over and he immediately turned to you smiling brightly.

"How'd you get into my locker? I never gave you my combination." You said looking up at him.

"Y/N I've been arrested 9 times and you think I wouldn't know how to pick a lock?"

"Fair enough I guess." You said reaching for your books but Kenny put his hand on your forehead keeping you away.

"Ay, I know that heads big for a reason don't be dumb." He said with a chuckle pulling the books away so you wouldn't reach them.

"Wanna repeat that?" You ask raising an eyebrow

"Oh, what are you gonna do with one arm?"

"I will cross your name off this cast." You threatened

"Did I say big? I meant average some would even say perfect." He said wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he walked to class with you.

You two had for the most part gone back to normal. Almost as if you two never broke up. But it wasn't completely back to normal. While Kenny respected that you didn't want to be with him romantically but he was dying over the fact he couldn't kiss you. He couldn't keep his eyes off you it was eating him alive.

He stopped in front of your class and smiled down at you. "I'll be back when class is over don't be stubborn and try to pack up by yourself k sweetheart?"

"I still have a good arm I can do it by myself." You said with a groan.

"Oh, I know. You think after surviving a car crash I don't think you're a badass?" He asked raising a brow and smirking. "I know you can do it by yourself. But I don't know if I can let you do it by yourself."

You looked away from him and blushed softly. Was he always that romantically corny? "F-fine..whatever. Just don't get out of class early just to be here." You muttered as you walked into class.

Kenny stood there for a second smiling as he admired you. It tore him apart that he couldn't be about you. He wanted to get over you but he couldn't not when you were so perfect. It would be better if you would just act like an asshole but you just wouldn't. It made it all so difficult.

You sat down next to Wendy and Bebe talking. You lean your head back and sighed. Wendy looked over at you and smiled.

"Hey Y/N how's your arm?" Wendy asked like she did every day she saw you. God forbid you said anything other than good. She was almost worst than Kenny.

"Pretty good...found out I could use my cast as a weapon." You said karate chopping the arm and groaned in pain. "Oh ok, maybe I lied."

"Sooo you and Kenny that back on?" Bebe asked without looking up from her phone.

"Oh god no." You said with a sigh almost like you were disappointed

Bebe looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. Wendy seemed just as confused by your response. "Why not? You two seem like you're back to normal."

"Yeah but....I just...I don't know if I feel safe around him." You muttered but you knew it wasn't true. Since the incident, you've told everyone that same excuse as to why you couldn't be with Kenny maybe you were lying to yourself. You hadn't felt uncomfortable around him in ages. Not since after Clyde's party.

"Oh come on Y/N you know that's not true. You let him take care of you after you got out of the hospital, you took care of him when he came to your house drunk, and hell even now he's still taking care of you." Bebe said making you cringe a bit.

"Yeah Y/N what's really going on?" Wendy asked in a softer tone.

"I don't know if he actually cheated or not ok? Every part of me is saying he didn't every part except my fucking brain. I know what I saw and I can't get it out of my head. I told him I believe him but I don't know if I actually do. I mean I can't be with him if he actually did do that." You rambled as Bebe and Wendy sat and listened. Wendy put her hand on your cast trying to calm you down.

"Hey hey, it's ok. We can get to the bottom of it." Wendy said with a warm smile that calmed you down almost instantly. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Ok good now tell us everything."

"Ok, so this girl texted him on insta and told him to meet up with her or call her or something after he left my place." You explained.

"What was her name? Did you see her profile picture?" Bebe asked not looking up from her phone.

"Yeah, It started with a K and the profile picture was like a girl holding a little white dog." You said trying your best to recall all the details.

"Kay or Kassandra Lopez she's a sophomore, goes to this school, and is currently in room 907," Bebe said almost immediately after you answered her.

"Damn wanna tell us her blood type next?" Wendy asked with a laugh.

"How did you even do that?"

"Secret. Now let's go over there and get our answers." Bebe said standing up from her seat and gathering her things.

"W-what? Dude, we're still in class."

"Who cares? The teacher is literally asleep and class is almost over anyway." Bebe said as she continued typing away at her phone. You look over her shoulder and sure enough, your teacher was asleep with a half-eaten donut on his chest.

"Wendy?" You said hoping she would talk some sense into Bebe but when you looked over at her she was packing up her things too. The two girls walked over to the door without looking back at you.

"Don't got all day!" Bebe said as she left class.

You sighed and grabbed your things following them out. You walked alongside them as you made your way to room 907. Once you all got there you stood outside the door just waiting for the bell to ring. You were a nervous wreck. What would you even say to the girl you think your kinda boyfriend kinda ex may have cheated on you with?

You didn't even have time to think about it before the bell rang and students flooded the halls. Then you saw her. She was taller, more confident, almost....prettier. If Kenny did cheat on you it made sense that it was with her. You felt your nerves getting worst.

"Kassandra!" Bebe called after her causing her to turn around and cross her arms.

"What?" She said looking at the three of you. Bebe nudged you forward closer to Kassandra. She looked down at you with an annoyed expression. "I don't have all day what do you want?"

"I um....I'm Y/N and um I'm Kenny's was Kenny's girlfriend and um you texted him a while back and I just...just um wanted to know what that was about..?" You managed to say admittedly very shaky.

Kassandra just stared at you for a second before bursting into laughter. You cringed knowing she was laughing at the mere idea of Kenny dating someone like you. You couldn't really blame her. You had just been in a car accident you weren't really looking your best.

"You? Kenny dated you? I can see why he isn't anymore." She said with a smirk

"Did she say what I thought she said? Ight." Bebe said taking off her earrings but Wendy held her back

"Look I just want an answer....Did you and Kenny.." You asked but trailed off trying to find the right words.

"Not yet. But I mean look at you. He needs someone better someone like me. You're boring he needs someone who can actually satisfy him the way he needs." She said with a smirk

"I'm plenty satisfied thank you," Kenny said walking up to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder protectively. He looked over at Kassandra and then back down to you with a smile. "I told you not to be stubborn and now I find you out here fighting with a toddler?"

"Toddler? Oh hell no. I know you aren't talking about me. This is all woman way more than that thing you're with." She said with a frown and crossed her arms.

"They are mine and you need to treat them with some respect because no one compares to them especially you," Kenny said glaring down at her.

"They're lame! They don't drink, smoke, party. I mean come on are you really saying you'd rather date them than me? I'm hot and they're not. Look at them they'r-" She started before Wendy cut her off by punching her in the face.

Kassandra stumbled back holding her nose that was now gushing blood. Everyone turned to Wendy in shock. Not just Bebe, you, and Kenny. Everybody in the hall stared at her. It wasn't uncommon to see a fight but to see Wendy do it?

Wendy's eyes widened and she gasped covering her mouth with her hand. Kenny smirked because honestly if she hadn't done it he might have done it himself.

"W-what do I do?" Wendy asked looking up at you, Bebe, and Kenny.

"You fucking run," Kenny said lifting you up and running off with you to which Bebe and Wendy followed in a panic.

Kenny laughed as he ran off with you eventually putting you down when you two were outside the front doors and behind the gym. He smiled down at you and you just looked down embarrassed by the entire situation.

"I-I...I'm sorry I didn't believe you before when you said you didn't....cheat on me." You muttered keeping your head down.

"Hey don't worry about it. I understand why you didn't I wasn't exactly prince fucking charming." Kenny said gently putting his hand on top of your head.

"Can you....can you forgive me...and...maybe start over with me?" You asked looking up at him making Kenny's heart swell from the look in your eyes.

"Now Y/N are you asking me out? I'd have to check my schedule.." He teased.

"Please don't make me beg." You mutter with a groan.

"Well if you're offering it might clear a few things from my very busy schedule." He said with a chuckle.

"What the hell do you have on your calendar? Court? Fine." You said with a sigh and took a deep breath. You swallowed your pride and looked up at him putting on your best puppy-dog eyes. "Kenny...will you please forgive me? I'm so sorry I promise to listen better this time...can we please...please start over and go out with me?"

"I'd love to Y/N....but you think you can beg some more but this time-"

"I take it back." You said turning away.

Kenny chuckled and spun you back around and lifted up your chin and kissed you softly. He was careful almost as if he was scared to break you. You closed your eyes and kissed back. It felt right feeling his lips against yours again. He pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

"Ok ok. For real. I would love to try again."

"Good now kiss me again."

He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss as Wendy and Bebe finally caught up to you guys. They saw you two kissing and stayed back just watching the scene in front of them. They smiled seeing how at....peace you were. In that moment it felt like every stupid thing you both went through for the past few months felt worth it. Worth it to have this peace.

A/N: You guys have no idea the drama with this part! I wrote the whole thing in 2 hours on my phone then I switched to my laptop and for some reason, it deleted the ENTIRE THING. I had to start over immediately because I was scared I would forget something and I loved the way it was so I didn't want that to happen. And it's not exactly the same which I'm bummed about but ya know life. But I'm ok with this version in fact I was so excited I set this post to post at midnight because I was so excited. That might not happen again i was just so excited. But yeah back to the story. This is the last part! I hope you liked it I really enjoyed writing this series. It was honestly one of my favorites. And I'll be fr I only made this based on a TikTok of a scene I didn't even write til like the 4th chapter. I hope you guys truly loved this series as much as I did. And thank you for reading I love you all 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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panda-writes-kpop · 6 months

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A/N: Happy Halloween!! I'm spending my day in classes and then doing homework afterward 🥲 but at least I'll get to dress up and be comfortable for one of my favorite holidays of the year! 💖

TW: Physical and emotional bullying, specifics about reader's talents and background are given, kinda sad but kinda happy(?)

Acknowledgments: Inspired by the Wednesday Netflix show (yes, I've been holding this fic for a WHILE it was too perfect for Halloween), and the following works by my friends inspired the universe and its characters: @kingmaker-a Ecdysis, You're A Keeper, and Logistics of a Cat; @foolish-sparrow Felix Votum; and @sanccharine mishaps gone right series, and @neon-city-dreams for being awesome <3

Summary: Your bad relationship with your peers causes you to come face-to-face with one of the most brilliant Ravenclaws, Dami. You're afraid that she's just as judgmental as the rest, but through time, she proves to be one of the most important people in your life.

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"Hey, give it back!"

You tried reasoning with the young Slytherin members, but nothing worked. Perhaps being more strict would do the job?

The eldest boy sticks his tongue out at you as he tosses your art notebook to the shorter, younger boy.

"Let's see what kind of weird things the muggle writes in here."

You wince as he starts to flip through the book. After going through a few pages, he laughs before pointing at a drawing of yours.

"Wow, you really are obsessed with that Lee Dami girl, huh? You wouldn't mind if I told her that on your behalf, right?"

The youngest boy runs into the Great Hall as the oldest laughs like a wild maniac. You nervously bite your lip before running after the shortest boy.

"Yeah, go get 'em, squirt!" The eldest boy teases as your legs fail to carry you remotely close to the young boy.

He stops at the Ravenclaw table, right where Dami is seated. You try to, as calmly as you can after running what feels like an Olympic marathon, approach the table and remain calm.

"Hey, Dami, you wanna see something neat?"

You cringe as the boy hands her the notebook. She carefully handles the notebook before looking up at the boy.

"Is this yours? Why are you handing it to me?"

"No, it's theirs." The boy points over his shoulder at you, and you do your best to calmly wave as you try to tame the wild beast that is your rapidly beating heart.

"Then why do I have it?" Dami nonchalantly asks, and a few Ravenclaws around her giggle at the boy in front of you.

His ears turn red as he huffs and slightly turns toward you. You brace for impact as he storms towards you, but you're surprised when he puts on a brave smile and harshly wraps an arm around you.

"Tell her this is one big misunderstanding and that she can look through the notebook, alright," The boy loudly says before leaning closer to you, "otherwise I'll make the rest of your stay at Hogwarts a living hell."

You nervously laugh before slapping the boy's back as friendly as you can appear to be.

"Of course she can look through it!" You say through gritted teeth, and the boy shoots you a deadly glare before you push yourself away from him.

Dami looks at you for confirmation, and you feel your face heat up as you nod at her.

You start mentally planning your funeral as soon as Dami touches the cover. You might as well make plans to move to Africa, where no one knows who you are or what your face looks like.

Perhaps that wouldn't be the best idea since you weren't the most multilingual person, so America would be a better fit, right? You could send an owl to your parents, and they'd figure out the details for you! That'd be great because the Wizarding school there is just as good as Hogwarts, plus you'll never have to face Dami again after she ultimately rejects you because what reasonable person would want a loser like you who can't actually verbalize their feelings and instead draws them from every possible angle and OH MY GOD SHE THINKS YOU ARE A STALKER YOU NEED TO VACATE THE AREA IMMEDIATELY WHAT ARE YOU DOING-

"I-"

Dami pauses after she closes the back of the book. You say a prayer to as many deities and saints that you know as you hope that she'll reject you kindly and you can instead live out your days at Hogwarts in shame without having to move to another country.

She looks up at you before a prominent pink blush settles on her cheeks. She clears her throat before readjusting her glasses as your tormentor closes in on Dami.

"So, what did you think? That art is so stalker-ish and lame, right? You'd never want to be with someone like that, huh."

He triumphantly folds his arms as Dami's sweet, deep voice hits your ears.

"I think it's sweet."

"What?" The boy says in utter shock as his eyes are nearly about to widen past their capabilities.

"What?" You softly repeat as you feel lightheaded.

No, she was supposed to reject you and laugh at you, right? When was this a part of the horrid fantasy that you created 30 seconds ago?

More importantly, when did the room start spinning?

The last thing you remember was Dami calling out your name as you felt your body being tugged towards the floor.

Although your confession wasn’t anything like your dreams, it managed to land you in Dami’s favor, and now you’re on a date with the girl who you’ve been endlessly doodling in your notebook.

This moment, you decided, was one of two things.

Option A.) A cruel joke by the universe, in which one of your peers would jump out of a nearby bush with one of those muggle recording devices, and your life would return back to normalcy.

Or Option B.) You’re somehow dreaming still, and you probably need to see the headmistress because dozing off like this isn’t good for your health or your grades, and you know what your mother will say when your grades start to slip-

“Hey, are you alright? You’ve been staring off in the distance for a while…”

Dami calmly observes you as you nervously shift on the picnic blanket.

“I’m okay… I think.”

You mentally scold yourself before nervously playing with a strand of your hair. Dami sweetly laughs before placing a hand on your shoulder. That part of your body heats up, and your internal body temperature rises about 5 degrees as you feel yourself start to sweat.

What a pair the two of you were.

The brilliant scholar, the one who was a prodigy at everything she tried. The radiant Ravenclaw who managed to excel in every subject and charmed her peers and professors along the way.

And then there was you, the tortured artist. The mockery of your peers was a constant negative force in your life, and you always had your head in a sketchbook or notebook.

She was the strong sunshine, constant and unwavering, and you were a waning moon, ready to disappear to make room for something greater.

Yeah, this was definitely a pity date.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well-”

Dami’s ever-so-gentle with you, as if every last word would break your body like a glass figurine shattering when it hits the floor. You’re scared, sure, but you’re not that much of a wimp, right?

“Dami, I-” You pause to chew on your lip before gently reaching for her. “I really like you, and I’m scared of ruining this date because I think that you think that I’m a freak, just like everyone else does!”

You slap your hand over your mouth as Dami begins to rub your back. You bow your head in shame as you feel her free hand touch your extended hand.

“I don’t think you’re anything like the other kids say you are. That’s why I wanted to come out here with you. I want to find out who you truly are,” She offers you a warm smile as you dare to look up at her, “and if it makes any difference, I really like you too.”

“You do?” A sea of hopefulness floats into your voice as you tentatively smile.

“I do.”

Your eyes widen, and you let go of her hand before wrapping both arms around her. Dami looks startled for a moment before she laughs and wraps her arms around you.

Maybe this year would be different, just like your mother had said.

“Do you have the notes for Potions?”

“You weren’t paying attention?” Dami teasingly asks Lia before sorting through the books in her arms. “Color me surprised.”

“Don’t give me the third degree. Ryujin already did that.” Lia scoffs as Dami hands her a few sheets of paper from a book.

“Ryujin sleeps in class almost every day.”

“That’s what I said!” Lia exclaims before quickly looking at Dami’s notes. “My god, you really do take detailed notes.”

“I do my best work in class.” Dami shrugs before looking out at the courtyard. “Do you have Potions today?”

“Unfortunately, yes, but I-” Lia pauses when Dami sticks her arm out in front of both of them. “What is it?”

“Hold my things.” Dami hands her books to a skeptical Lia, who sends Dami a quizzical look until she looks out into the courtyard.

“Oh shit, that’s-”

“Uh-huh.” Dami pulls up her sleeves before grabbing her wand. “That’s why I’m going to interfere.”

“Before they hurt someone?”

“Before someone else jumps in.” Dami corrects as Lia’s eyes widen.

“Are you referring to SuA and Siyeon?”

“Who else would I be referring to?” Dami sighs before walking away. “Make sure nobody tries to jump in, alright? I need to handle this myself.”

“To prove that you’re a good girlfriend?” Lia jokes as Dami walks towards the scene in the courtyard.

“Funny, Lia.” Dami mumbles as she approaches the scene unfolding in front of her.

When you were younger, the teasing and bullying from your peers would bother you to no end. You’d sob in the arms of your friends and Dami every time they decided to mess with you.

Now? They were just an annoyance to you.

“Please give it back…” You hopelessly say as you watch two of your peers hold your books hostage ten feet in the air.

“And why would I do that?”

Because you’re not a total bitch?

“C’mon, don’t you have anything better to do?” Exasperated, you pull out your wand as they both chuckle.

“Oh, what are you gonna do, summon your Patronus?” One teases as the other laughs.

You bow your head in shame before putting your wand away.

“That’s what I thought, you pathetic waste of-”

“What are the two of you doing?”

Your head snaps up as you make eye contact with Dami.

Thank goodness!

“Dami!” One of the students squeaks out before running off, and the other slowly lowers your things towards the ground.

“You’re no fun.” They say before throwing your stuff on the ground.

Your eyes widen as you quickly gather your things from the ground.

“You’re sick!” Lia yells from the side as the other student rolls their eyes.

“We were just joking around, right?” They shoot daggers at you, and you shiver under their glare.

“Ahem.”

You pause as you hear heels click behind you.

“Headmistress BoA, I-”

“My office. Now.” She calmly says, and the student bows their head before walking away. “Oh, and if you track down your friend before I get back, I won’t make you clean out the Hippogriff cages.”

You dare to look at the student who’s walking much faster now, and you find yourself laughing as you gather your things and yourself off of the ground.

“Are you alright?” She gently asks before placing a hand on your back. “They gave you back all of your things, right?”

You swiftly look through your things before nodding.

“Thank you again, Headmistress.” You quietly say as Dami makes her way to your side. “Thanks for saving my ass… again.”

Dami wraps an arm around your shoulders to comfort you before leaning into you.

“I’d happily step in any time.”

Headmistress BoA gently smiles at the two of you before taking a step back.

“I’m glad you have someone like Dami looking out for you,” She says before waving Lia over, “and it seems that you’ve managed to charm quite a few other students as well.”

“Oh, I…” You bite your lip before staring at the ground. “I don’t think I’d call myself charming.”

“Dami would agree to disagree!” Lia teases, which causes Dami to blush, and you to laugh.

“Well, I will leave the three of you to your studies. If there’s anything I can do, please, don’t be afraid to-”

“Headmistress, you’ve already done so much for me…” You softly interrupt her before looking over to Dami. “for us. I don’t think I can thank you enough.”

After you and Dami were close and became ‘more than friends’, the torture that you experienced only multiplied. It went beyond verbal teasing and the occasional shove or someone stealing your notebooks.

It wouldn’t be a day at Hogwarts if you weren’t shoved into a wall and had your face shoved into your food. It got so bad that you ended up confessing to your mother, and when she confronted the Headmistress, they couldn’t find anyone who would talk about the bullying besides you.

You tried to take it on the chin, but after one particularly rough day, you broke down in tears and had enough of their teasing. You stopped reacting to their normal shenanigans, which encouraged them to go farther.

You were walking to The Great Hall while admiring the architecture. You had enjoyed your class, which was mostly because you didn’t have to use your wand all day. It wasn’t a secret that you weren’t the best spellcaster, but you could easily outbrew anyone in Potions and you knew what made the plants grow faster in Herbology.

You were happy because you were to see Dami, and your day was always better when you saw her. In your ignorant bliss, you had failed to notice the snickering students who were holding a pot of honey above your head with their wands.

You had opened the doors to The Great Hall, and everyone in the world seemed to be looking at you when your assailants launched their attacks.

You screamed when the honey fell onto you, and the force threw you to the ground. You managed to push yourself out of the way of the falling pot before it hit the ground.

All of the students outside of the hall were laughing at you, and from what you could see, a good amount of students were laughing in the dining hall.

You immediately started crying before getting up and running away from the dining hall. You didn’t care that you left your things behind, but it didn’t matter since they were probably ruined anyway.

You didn’t stop running until you had reached a bathroom far from the living quarters and The Great Hall. You closed the door, and you fell back against the nearest wall before burying your head in your arms.

A gentle knock at the door manages to disturb your pity party.

“Leave me alone…” You weakly mumble, and you curse yourself for being so weak, just as your peers had said.

“Are you in here?” Dami asks, and you sniffle before answering.

“You should’ve started with your name.” You say before managing to let out a broken chuckle. “The door’s unlocked.”

The door creaks when it is opened, and Dami files in before shutting it.

“My God…” She mumbles before grabbing a washcloth from beside the sink.

Dami puts the stopper in the sink, and she fills the sink with water before running the washcloth under the faucet.

She offers you the washcloth, and your shaking hand reaches out for it before you stop.

“Do you mind if you-”

“No, of course not.” Dami answers before shutting the faucet off.

She sits next to you with the washcloth in her hands.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” You softly say before lifting your head up.

Dami gently begins to rub the honey away by starting with your face. After she finishes with one side, she switches hands, and her right hands cleans your face as the other holds the clean part of your cheek.

“I’m so sorry that this happened to you…” Dami mutters as she gently strokes your cheek with her thumb. “How does this continue to happen?”

“I’m an easy target. I’m useless with my wand, I can’t fly on a broomstick, and I don’t know how to talk to people.” You exasperatedly say.

“But there’s so much that you can do. You’re brilliant with Potions and Herbology.” She compliments you before continuing on. “You’re creative, much more than I am, and you’re kind to everyone, even if they’re not kind to you back.”

“You see the good in everyone, Dami.” You lovingly look at her as she smiles.

“I see the good in you because everyone, including yourself,” She sternly says the last part, “refuses to. Someone has to take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You can, but it doesn’t hurt to rely on others.” Dami wistfully says before pulling her right hand away from your face “Let me clean the washcloth, and I’ll work on your arms, alright?”

“Okay.” You feel better as Dami stands and walks over to the sink.

You like the quiet bliss that is between the two of you. No one may understand why the brilliant scholar loves the tortured artist, but you’re starting to get it now.

Suddenly, the door slams open and you jump before curling up into yourself. Dami looks up from the sink before a sour look settles on her face.

“Headmistress BoA…”

“What is going on here?” She sternly says before glancing at you before looking back at Dami. “Did you… were you a part of this, Ms. Lee?”

“I didn’t do-”

“She was trying to help!” You exclaim before tears fall from your eyes. “Please don’t make her go.”

“Are you sure Ms. Lee wasn’t-”

“She wouldn’t hurt me!” You yell before quickly standing up.

You try to take a step forward, but your knees wobble and you fall on the ground.

“My love-” Dami immediately drops the washcloth in the water before placing a hand on your knee. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No,” You shake your head before placing one of your hands on hers, “I’m alright.”

“Ah, I see what’s going on here.” A glint of mischief appears in the Headmistress’ eyes before she chuckles and smiles. “Clean up, change your clothes, and head to my office once you’re done. I’ll set dinner aside for both of you, and we can chat about finally putting an end to this mess.”

You smile at the Headmistress before looking over to Dami.

“That’d be great, Headmistress. Thank you.”

You grab the key from your coat pocket as you climb the stairs with Dami and Lia by your side.

“Ugh, do I have to go to Potions?” Lia complains before sighing. “I’d much rather go to Defense Against the Dark Arts again then do this shit-”

“I’d trade you.” You mumble.

“How bad was class today?”

“I made a fool of myself, as per usual.” You groan as you remember your classmates’ teasing. “Another failure I will never live down.”

“Don’t let those Slytherins bother you-”

“-They were Ravenclaws.” You correct Lia before she pauses mid-step.

“What?”

“Yeah, I know. A lot of the physical teasing comes from Slytherins and Gryffindors, but I can’t count the times I’ve been harassed by Ravenclaws.” You bite your lip before Dami sets a gentle hand on your back. “You think they’d be nicer considering I am a Ravenclaw.”

“Don’t listen to them. They’re judgemental.” Dami reassures you.

“Even you?”

“I’ve learned better from people like you.” Dami honestly says as you reach the fourth floor.

“Well, I’ve got to grab the textbook from our dorms. I’ll see you tonight for dinner,” Lia says to Dami before turning to you, “and I will have a hundred and one questions about Potions to ask you.”

“I’ll do my best to help.” You gently smile before waving Lia off as she continues to climb the stairs.

You loop arms with Dami as you lead her to a locked room, far from prying eyes.

“How was Herbology?” Dami pushes back a strand of your hair before you unlock the door.

“Professor Im says I have a lot of potential in the field. She wants me to start looking into higher level classes for next year. So, it was as per usual. What about you?”

“Potions was simplistic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, well, I-”

You open the door before gently nudging Dami.

“It’s okay, Dami, I know you’re good at it. You’re destined to be an Auror, I know.”

You mutter a soft ‘Lumos’, which sets the room alight with a soft glow.

“You’ve put up more art.” Dami notes as you set your books aside.

“What else do you think I do here?” You joke before grabbing your staple apron. “But I’m glad you noticed.”

“What are you going to work on?”

“Undecided… but maybe I just want to hang out with you.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

You let go of Dami’s arm before grabbing her waist. She smiles before wrapping her arms around your torso.

“I-I am sorry.” Dami mutters as you pull her close.

“For what? None of this is your fault, Dami.”

“I just wish I could’ve done… more.”

“Don’t say things like that-”

“You’re planning about going back to the muggle world permanently after you’ve finished your education at Hogwarts, right?”

Your eyes widen as you let go and back away from Dami.

“Did my mom tell you that?”

“Your dad, actually.” Dami pauses for a beat before grabbing your hand. “When were you going to tell me about the fact that you’re taking muggle classes and classes here? Is bullying the reason why you’re going back to the muggle world?”

“Yeah, it is,” You mumble softly before squeezing her hand, “but I didn’t want to say anything, I know you wanted to be an Auror, you’d be brilliant and the best at it.”

“Why the muggle classes, though?”

“I’m a half-blood. It was my mom’s dream for me to go to Hogwarts, just as she did, and my dad… he’s a professor at a well-known university, so he agreed with my mother as long as I kept up with my muggle work.” You sigh before shaking your head. “Was my dad worried about me?”

“He thought you were making the wrong choice.” Dami explains.

“My dad loves you, and he wants what he thinks is best for me.”

“I want you to stay.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do. As much as I want to be an Auror, I couldn’t imagine being there without you.”

“That’s sweet of you to say…” You trail off. “But I don’t belong here. You know that, as do many of our peers.”

“They might not think you belong, but you’ll always belong with me.” Dami pulls you close before you rest your head on her frame. “At least think about it, my love. That’s all I can ask from you.”

“I will, dear, I promise.” You peck her cheek before grabbing a paint brush. “You can go back to the dorms and work in peace if you’d like. I’m going to play some music and-”

“-I’d much rather stay with you.”

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xxfromthestartxx · 10 months

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Part 2 of daughter reader pls!!

Night Patrol Gone Wrong (Miguel O'Hara) (Part 2 of Rejection and... Comforting...?)

pairings: + Dad! Miguel O'hara x Filipino Daughter! Reader, + Miguel O'Hara x Your Mother

summary: You've been avoiding your crush for a week. What will happen if the two of you talk to each other once again?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (COMING SOON)

It's been a week since the incident happened, you couldn't exactly say that you've moved on because truth be told, you still like them. It's hell to you, avoiding them, trying to swap partners for each patrol, being tasked in a mission with them, just anything to do with them.

So now, you're somewhere you could be yourself, ranting and babbling about the latest happenings in your life. It was pointless, yes, but you were really getting pent up these days with your own emotions. It was completely complicated and you don't know what to do yet.

Miguel was pissed, but not that pissed to the point he was hurting you. More like annoyed, pissed. He's been working nonstop for almost 48 hours and now he's listening to you ranting. Normally, he would've listened but with your excessive movements around his office, he's losing it.

"Don't you have a test coming up?" He eyed you suspiciously, squinting his eyes at you. "What test? Wait- we have a test coming up?!" You panicked, checking out your watch and checking your schedule. You've been caught up with your feelings that you forgot your incoming test.

"Don't tell me you forgot?" He crossed his arms, looking down at you. "I didn't forget! I just didn't know it existed for a few... Weeks." You trailed off, cringing at your lame excuse. You purse your lips, looking away and whistling.

"Ay por dios," he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I won't fail so it's okay!" You tried to reason with him. "Really now?" Miguel looked at you, narrowing his eyes at you. (Oh my god,)

"Have a little faith in me, tito! Ano ka ba, ako 'to oh, kayang kaya ko pumasa!" You scoffed, "Ata?“ you bit your inner cheek, "Of course I will, I'm smart! And I could always cheat!" (Have a little faith in me, Uncle! It's me we're talking about, of course I will pass! I think?)

"You're going to what?" Miguel removed his hand on his face and glared at you. "Well, it's not technically cheating...?“ you nervously smiled at him.

"Ay hija! Cheating on your test, who taught you that?“ you cringed at his words, it was like your mother was scolding you for not doing the dishes, or worse, for not watering her plants.

"Kalma, lods. Parang nanay kita ah." He then let out a groan of irritation, "You know I can understand you. And did you just call me 'lods'? What is that?" He faced you with an irritated expression. (Calm down, idol. You act like you're my mother ah.)

"Wala. Anyways, we're not going to cheat, technically." You pucker your lips at him, looking away. "We? Don't tell me you're going to cheat with your friends?" "It's called teamwork!“ you exclaimed. (Nothing.)

"If you get-" "I won't get caught, I'm literally spider-girl." You cut him off with a proud smile. "I'm telling your mom." He threatened, eyes going back to the monitor. "You wouldn't dare." You scoffed, crossing your arms at your chest. He gave you a look before pressing a button on his watch, immediately contacting your mother.

You panicked, scrambling towards him when your mother's hologram popped up. "M/n." Miguel greeted your mother, "Migs, you called?" Your mother's voice rang in your ears, anxiety building in your stomach as you silently begged for Miguel not to tell your mother.

"How's the report on the anomaly?" Your hurt sunk when those words left his mouth, you wanted to swipe away that smug look on his face. "I've sent them back. Oh, actually, I want to talk to you about something." You furrowed your brows at Miguel, squinting at him.

Miguel snapped his neck to his watch once again, "What?" His voice cracked, making you laugh a bit. "Y/n's birthday is in a week and I just want to invite you." Your mother's sweet voice said. "Oh, when is it exactly?" You glared at him, a pout on your face.

"This coming Saturday, after her exams." She replied. Miguel hummed and nodded, "I'll swing by if there aren't any crucial anomalies." He answered, turning his back at you. You let out a dramatic gasp, feeling offended that he turned his back at you.

"That's all, Migs?" Your mother asked, "Oh, and is Y/n there? Please tell her to come home so that she can review for her up-coming exams." Miguel turned to you, "Yeah, I'll tell her." He nodded, glaring at you like he was delivering a message.

"Thank you, Migs." She thanked him, "Oh, almost forgot, we're still on tomorrow night, right?" Your eyes widened, jaw gaping at Miguel. He quickly removed his gaze from you, turning his back and answering. "Of course, yes." He stammered a bit.

"Great! See you." With that, the call ended. "You're going on a date tomorrow?!" You gasped, furrowing your brows. "With my ma!" You continued, crossing your arms against your chest.

"I thought you wanted me to take her out?" He faced you, his face red. "Yeah! But you didn't tell me you're going on a date tomorrow!" You huffed. "Am I supposed to?"

"Yeah! You need my permission to date her, duh. And what time will that be?" You asked, glaring at him. "Around 5?" He sounded unsure, "Where are you going?" You questioned next.

"Is this really necessary?" He asked back, crossing his arms around his chest with an embarrassed face. "Yes!" You replied, liking how he is acting so strange in front of you. "Aren't you supposed to be home right now?"

"Where will you bring my mother?" You asked, this time, more sternly and you held a straight face. "Her favorite restaurant." He answered, sounding more confident than ever once again. "Which universe?"

"Okay, you gotta stop. I'm planning on going into your universe to pick her up. Yes, I have a car ready for our date tomorrow. And I'll bring her back before 12." He answered, sighing once he was finished.

"Okay, great! Bring condoms, and her favorite flower is (name of flower)!" You smiled sweetly, nodding at him. "What?" He stared at you, his ears turning red. "I'm just saying, you might bring the least favorite and most boring flower of all time, so."

You shrugged, completely nonchalant about the date. "Well, gotta go before my mom gets antsy and all that." You waved, creating a portal back to your universe. You walk away, waving until you've reached the portal.

"Bye!" You called out, leaving Miguel stunned as he processed what you have said to him. "Well, that was… eventful?" Lyla popped beside Miguel, a smile on her face. "Don't."

"Mama!" You called out, rushing into the kitchen. "What is it, nak?" She answered from the kitchen. "What's for dinner? Oh, and I'll be patrolling the city with Mary."

"Mary J.?" She asked, "Ann. Mary Ann, ma." You answered with a laugh. "You could've said you're gonna go with Phantom." Your mother chuckled, shaking her head. "So, what's for dinner?" You walked by her side, taking a peek of what she's cooking.

"Bulalo," she answered, scooping a little soup with the wooden spoon and blowing it before ushering you to try. "Lika, tikman mo." (Come here, have a taste.) You looked at it before blowing, then taking a sip. "Mhm, I like it." You hummed, taking the spoon from your mother but she swatted you away.

"Ay, mamaya na. You need to patrol the city pa, diba?" (Ay, you could eat later. You still need to patrol the city, right?) She reminded you, "Come back home alive." She continued, glaring at you. "I've stocked up your serums in your room, I went to the grocery earlier."

You nodded, grateful for your mother. "Thanks, ma." You give her a kiss on the cheek before your holographic suit has taken over you. "I'll be back for dinner." You waved at her, grabbing the plastic bag from the trash can.

You opened the window with your other arm and went through it. You webbed yourself up before you touched the ground, given that the apartment you're living in is on the third floor. You threw the plastic bag into the pile of garbage and swung into the city.

It's been half an hour already and your patrol partner hasn't arrived yet. You were sitting on the edge of some building, looking out for crimes at this hour. You managed to stop 3 crimes in just half an hour, mostly theft and one kidnapping.

"MIA, contact Phantom." You ordered your AI in your holographic suit. It picked up and when it did, you showed no mercy. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" You shouted, annoyed that she hasn't showed up yet.

"I have an emergency, Webs! I have an assignment due tonight, I couldn't go patrolling." She huffed, the sounds of paper everywhere audible. "Well, does someone will take your place at least?" You asked, squinting your eyes when you saw a familiar silhouette.

"I don't know. Big boss man was the one who assigned my replacement." She replied, "Oh, and he says sorry whatever that means." She continued, "Well, gotta go, I still have a lot to revise." With that the call ended. You huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

"Wait, sorry for what again?" You mumbled as the silhouette got closer. That's when it clicked. Your eyes widened and your heart sunk. Shadow. Them. You froze as they landed beside you, the mask covering their face. "Uhm.. hello?"

You cleared your throat, looking away. "Just wait till I report this to Director Fury." You mumbled, standing up and pushing yourself to the edge, then swinging away. They let out a gasp, surprised by your actions yet they followed you, flying with ease as they transformed into their shadow form.

You swung faster, eager to get away from them; but it looks like they were determined to talk to you. You let out an annoyed click using your tongue, teleporting somewhere else. It was a dirty trick, yes, but you're desperate. You let out a relieved sigh, your heart beating fast and your eyes dilated.

You took a couple of deep breaths, leaning somewhere as your eyes got watery. "Blood pressure and breathing are unstable, do you wish to inform your mother?" MIA, your AI asked. You shook your head vigorously, a strings of "No" leaving your lips. Your ears were ringing, you never got close to them until this point for the past few weeks and it's dealing a lot of damage to you.

"Call Peter." You managed to order the AI, your voice cracked. "Hello?" Peter's voice was muffled by your own breathing, "Hey, Pete… uh, I need to crash your place for a minute, I can't breathe.." your voice was getting out of hand and your emotions are too. "What? Okay, just, teleport safely."

With that, you teleported to his room, kneeling down as you tried to breathe. You felt a hand on your shoulder, your suit gone as you looked at the owner of the hand. "What happened?" MJ was there, engulfing you into a tight hug. "It's okay, we're here."

You shuddered at her touch, hugging her back as you breathed heavily. Once your breathing was stable, you pulled away, your eyes still glossy. "Thanks for letting me crash your place, Pete. But I gotta go… I need to finish patrolling the city. With them, apparently." Your voice filled with venom.

"Is that why you had a panic attack?" Peter asked, his voice filled with worry and concern. In the back of his mind, he knew this would happen, your crush, his best friend, already informed him that they will be the replacement for tonight's patrol. Peter already reminded them to take things slow, but by the looks of it. They didn't take his advice.

"Yep, anyway, I need to go before they arrive here. It's only a matter of time until they realise where I am." You gave MJ a kiss on the cheek and Peter a hug before you teleported away. "I'll come back if things get worse."

You teleported to some random rooftop of a building, your suit covering your body once again. You jumped, swinging by the buildings and letting the wind hit your body. It was nostalgic, the first time you've swung with, the first person you told, the first person to find out. It was them. And it hurts.

You came to a stop, the building the two of you always stop by every patrol. You hated it, how you always come back to that building without even noticing it. How memories flood whenever you see it, how you memorised the ins and outs of the abandoned building with them. You hated the feeling, it was like your guts were being twisted.

You hated how you didn't go away, instead, you sat where you usually sat. Your hands tracing the embarkings, it was the first letter of your name, then beside it was a heart, the heart they embarked using their small knife. You traced it, your eyes getting watery. You took a deep breath, looking away from the carvings and standing up.

You recalled the nights where the two of you sat together, how you questioned what you meant to them. Those days when you want to ask them: "What am I to you?", "Do I have a chance to be with you?", Or "Do you see me the same way I see you?" Those questions floating in your head once again.

You let out a shaky breath, grabbing a sharp stone and crossing out the letter alongside the heart. You held yourself together, dropping the stone as you jumped to the edge. You caught yourself in time as you webbed up. You let out a small laugh when you almost ran into a building, though thanks to your skills you didn't.

It was a matter of time before the two of you met again. This time, you stood your ground, though all you did was look away. "Mukhang may utang pa ako sayo, ah." (Looks like I still owe you something, huh.) They said, the two of you were now walking side by side on the sidewalk. It was a rare thing to see, two superheroes conversing like a civilian would on a sidewalk.

You blinked a couple of times, still looking straight ahead. "Ha? Anong utang?" (Huh? What do you owe me?) You asked, shifting uncomfortably. "Look, I'm sorry. Gusto ko lang naman ibalik yung mga binigay mo." (Look, I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you something back as a payment.) Your heart dropped, you didn't want to discuss this out in public. You couldn't.

Your next words were out of your control, maybe it was the guilt? Maybe it was your self-pity? But you didn't mean it. It was a lie. "Wala, okay lang. Hindi ko naman pinersonal." (No, it's okay. I didn't take it personally.) Inside your head, millions of thoughts were shouting at you, for you to take it back, for you to tell the truth yet you laughed it off. The heartbreak, the breakdowns you've got, you laughed it off.

Like it didn't matter to you, because they were there. You lied for their own good, what about yourself? How could you do that to yourself? To top it off, they let out a nervous chuckle, staring at you. "And you don't need to give me something back, I did it because you deserved it." You continued, the mentions of the gifts breaking your heart furthermore.

The music box, the letters, the bracelet, the things you gave them anonymously. "Thank you." They replied silently, their eyes still on you as you held yourself together. "It's nothing." You casually said, though inside, you were on the edge of crying. Weeks of avoiding and this is what you do when the two of you talk? It was pathetic.

"Well, is that all?" You tried your best not to let your voice crack, yet you failed. "Because I still need to get home for dinner." You reasoned, walking faster. "I'll walk with-" "No!" You snapped, stopping in your steps. You looked at them, shaking your head, "I meant, no, thank you. I can just teleport back. You should go home too." You babbled, backing up as you pointed somewhere.

"Alright, bye." And with that, you teleported back to your room. Quickly removing your suit as you leaned on something. Catching your breath and trying to make your heartbeat stable. "Tangina naman, Y/n. Ginagago mo ba ako? Anong hindi pinersonal! Iniyakan mo yun! Iniiyakan mo yun!" ( Y/n, are you making a fool out of me?) fisted your hair, leaning down, as tears started brewing in your eyes.

You let out a choked sob, shooting a web to your blanket and yanking it over. You buried your head deep into the blanket, screaming furiously. You were so sure that your mother heard you at this point, but it hurt too much for you not to deal with it. You pulled away, taking a deep breath before you pulled your knees closer to your body.

"Argh!" You groaned, wanting to punch something yet you still kept it inside because you knew you could break something. In these kinds of moments,where you feel alone and no one to reach out to, you always ask yourself how you got into this kind of situation. How you managed to bury a hole and for you to blindly walk into it.

You heard a knock from your door and you heard your mother call you out. "I'm fine, ma! I'll be out in a-" you were cut off when Miguel opened the door. "Tito!" You exclaimed, wiping away your tears and standing up. "What are you doing here?" You asked as your mom appeared behind him. "Lyla told me that your heart is unstable."

"What? My heart isn't… unstable…?" You choked out, gripping your blanket tightly. "Aye, amor. It's okay, cariño. Your mom and I are here." He entered the room as you rushed to him, he engulfed you into a tight hug as your mother joined in, kissing the top of your head. You sobbed, shaking uncontrollably as you hugged yourself, leaning your head into your mom's chest.

"I can't.. I don't know what I did, I'm so stupid- I lied to them for their own good- why…" your words were muffled, yet you talked your mind out. You needed to, you wanted to. You never told your mom about the situation but you knew she would understand, you hoped she would.

Miguel looked at your mother, expecting her to say anything yet she didn't, she held you with such care. The opposite of her when he first met her, how she was about to beat him up into pulps until he explained everything to her. It was a funny story for another time. She hummed a tune, a tune you knew too well, you tried to hum along but the way you were shaking, it sounded like you were whimpering.

Miguel's heart dropped at this, he doesn't know what happened but the last time he saw you broke down, it was about your crush. He hated the sight, it wasn't the usual shine he always sees. It was always that teasing smile, how you annoy him about your mother and how you always babble something to him.

So, there the three of you stood, your mother and Miguel providing warmth that was seeping through your heartbroken heart. It makes you melt, it makes you feel relieved that someone is there for you. You felt safe, you felt warm. You didn't even noticed that you were starting to fell asleep, you were just relaxing that you didn't notice your surroundings blacked out and snores left your lips.

It took a second for the two adults to realise that you were asleep already, they looked at each other. Miguel nodded as he gently carried you to your bed. Your mother followed behind him, gently tucking you in as Miguel watched the scene. She kissed your forehead as she tucked you in your bed, adjusting the blanket on top of you.

"She's been crying a lot this week…" She said, looking back at Miguel. "I know it's not your place to talk, but if you know, please make sure she gets through all of it with your help. I don't want her to suffer alone." Miguel smiled at her sweetness, gently taking her knuckles and kissing it.

"I promise you, amor. I'll be there for her."

a/n: Hi guys!! I'm still open for requests and here are some fandoms I'm in so feel free to add some requests!! (JJK, Haikyuu, MCU, ATSV, Nimona, Genshin, Sk8 the Infinity, TOH and many more!!)

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standfucker · 7 days

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HELLO ZEN I hope you don't mind but I decided to send you my slightly unhinged work thoughts bc technically you inspired them

quin reminded me of white out anddddd idk if you've ever seen this image of marco

but uh. him as a marine. so my brain went brrr a little bc like, lets be real he'd probably be really really mean roleplaying as a marine (as would the others, I mean god, pirate scum duhhhhh)

listen. you can't tell me these pirates don't occasionally sneak into marine bases, and have the outfits on hand. imagine just rocking up to them post break in and they're still in them and being like oh and they just immediately catch on and there's some light teasing until another day when you show up and they're just all dressed up saying they wanna flip the roleplay from last time >>

and the marines are gonna get some info from their captive by any means necessary and marco gets to relive his little fantasy get on your knees moment and they're just MEANER as marines a lil more edging than pleasure and they're just saying the most degrading things and ugh

..... some light threats with knives too bc YOU PUT THAT IN MY BRAIN AND IT WONT LEAVE OK

cutting the clothes off tracing around like tell us what we wanna know or elseeeeee (some light cutting too but marco can heal it it's fine)

I had this open for a bit but i'm sending it now so I don't chicken out xD I was hoping to give you a little more but for some reason my brain/to text is not cooperating, I'm very tired but it's still buzzing around in there so maybe... there will be more... if that's ok <33

I reread some of white out when I got home and... that marco moment... zen your mind.... I mean it was ALL good obvi but MEAN MARCO makes my brain melt

Kazi, my dear Kazi, I'm so so happy you were brave enough to send me this. You are so smart and your brain is so big, I have gone a little insane thinking about this, it's SUCH a good idea so now it's gotta happen. Congrats, you single-handedly inspired a sequel for White Out. I've copy-pasted all this down into a new google doc for later.

I have seen that art btw, and I've [redacted]--I mean, saved it to my computer for research purposes :] (The blood splatters? Are you KIDDING me? It's like it's specifically been made to torment me!)

I'm thinking you walk in on them dressed up and Ace is like "look what we stole! :D Want to try one on?" But you're too dumbstruck by the sight of them in uniform, and Izou catches on first, mentioning that he thinks you must like what you see, and you start to protest "don't be silly, of course not--" but then Thatch stalks over to you and cages you to the wall with one arm, leaning over you just to see your reaction. The look on your face is a dead giveaway, all wide-eyed and flushed, breath caught in your throat.

"W-What kind of pirate would be interested in such a thing?" you try to defend yourself.

"You tell me," Thatch grins, and then grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you back to the others. "Look what I caught, you guys~"

"Thaaatch," you wiggle and whine, but it's so close to a whimper that they know they have you. "Not in front of the crew--"

He sets you down, and Marco pulls you close to him, whispering in your ear if this is something you'd be interested in exploring further in private. He already knows your answer before you even say it. All you have to do is look at him, and your dilated pupils tell him everything he needs to know.

#replies #kazieai #knifeplay cw #I have to finish other fics first but I'm already going feral thinking about this

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 10 months

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hii teehee i just saw ppl asking for this and since im sick of the yangyang drought in here could you pls do ❛ i know how to keep my life and my crown. and i will. ❜ with yangyang?

YANGYANG DROUGHT LMFAOOO real I gotchu anon

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

"(Y/N)!" Yangyang ran up to you as soon as you'd closed the balcony doors and, likewise, you were quick to pull him into a hug long overdue. "God, I've been so worried about you, Highness," he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck and you held him tighter.

"I missed you too," you gave him one more squeeze before pushing him back at arm's length. "But, look at you! Wow, you really shaped up," you complimented him, though you weren't too used to the new knight's build on him. "Who would've thought two street rats would find their way into a castle, huh?"

"Oh, pardon me, I greet the star of the Empire, their highness the Crown Royal," Yangyang exaggerates his bow and you laughed and rolled your eyes.

"So... why risk your head to come see me?" You ask.

"I need an official reason to see my best friend?" Yangyang asks with a quirked brow. You eyed him suspiciously while his eyes slanted toward the door that was firmly shut and, in a quiet voice, he answered, "you're in danger, (Y/N)."

"Of course I am, huh?" You shook your head.

"The Rebellion, they're targetting you next, you're the last remaining bloodline of the Royal family," he says. All things you already knew. He checked the door again. "The King asked me to take you somewhere far from the kingdom. You have to survive," he says. You shook your head.

"I can take care of myself," you said, but Yangyang didn't look convinced. "I know how to keep my life and my crown. and I will," you said sternly. Yangyang sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't think you do, (Y/N)," he shook his head.

"I do!" You shot back.

"Do you?" He asked again. You nodded your head and Yangyang held your crown in his hand. "You sure about that?" He smiles and you rolled your eyes while slumping your shoulders, not even bothering to feel the space at the top of your head.

"You're insufferable, give that back. How did you even grab it with all the pins?"

"These ones?" Yangyang held the numerous pins in his other hand. "Child's play, (Y/N), even you could do this," he shrugs.

"Dare I ask when you grabbed it?

"You know when," he scoffs. You thought back.

"I thought that hug was a little too tight."

"There you are! The (Y/N) I remember, anyway, we gotta go now."

"Where are we going?"

"Dunno, somewhere far, at least until I get a letter from your rich dad telling me to bring you back," his smile grows and, naturally, you felt much safer. "But, uh, don't tell anyone. This is some top secret stuff, yeah?"

"Got it, I know how this works," you tapped your head with your finger and smiled, trying your best to alleviate the obvious worry Yangyang tried to hide, "see you in a bit?"

"See you in a bit and," Yangyang leans toward you, securing the crown on your head with gentle hands, "be safe," he opens the door and gestures for you to leave first and, once you were gone, he shuts the door and leans against it, covering his face with his hands. Then, as he brought his hands up to brush the hair out of his face, the obvious grin appeared before he brought his hands back down and again the worry was there. Then, he left the room, immediately being stopped by the last person he wanted to see.

"You, there, knight!" Dejun stops him.

"Your Highness," Yangyang greeted him with a bow. Dejun, the prince from a neighboring country and, distastefully, your fiancé.

"Have you seen (Y/N)? I haven't seen them all night and I'm supposed to bring them back with me."

"Nope, haven't seen them all night, sir," he says with a small smile.

"I'll keep looking around, let me or my men know if you find them," he rushes off and Yangyang waits until he's gone before walking off toward your room.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

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Part 1

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8 months later

Jimin POV

Sitting down in the practice room, my thoughts immediately turn to Joanne

Like always

She's always on my mind since the day she left my apartment

That's the last day I saw her

The last day I heard from her

It's like she's fallen off the face of the planet

She moved and I don't know where

She changed her number

I never bothered to find out where she works

I know she works at a nail salon as a technician but there's thousands of salons in Seoul

I've tried to find her and I can't

I've went to God knows how many salons

I've called even more

I've gone by her favorite stores, favorite places to eat, at all different times of the day and nothing

I've tried to get the guys to find her but they can't either

I need her

I tried so hard to put everything she told me out of my head but I can't

I tried to be normal around Yepa

I still love her but it's different

It's not as deep as it was

And the feelings for Joanne never went away

I act the same around Yepa I like I've always had but something isn't right

Something is missing

It's like I love her but I'm not in love with her

And she's gotten distant too

Not at first but slowly she's pulling away

It's because of me

Because I can't snap out of it

I don't want my relationship to be affected but I don't know how to stop it

"How's things going at home Jimin?", Tae asks

I just nod and force a smile, "Good."

"Have you found anything about Jo?", he asks

I shake my head, "Nah. I think I'm just going to give up. She doesn't want to be found and I don't know where to look"

And as I say that I make a decision

I need to save my relationship with Yepa

I really don't know where Joanne is or if she's ever coming back

And all the thinking about her is driving me crazy

"So you're just giving up on your best friend that you've known all your life?", Jungkook asks incredulously

"What do you want me to do Kook? I tried looking for her and I can't find her. And all this is affecting my marriage with Yepa. I have to stop and focus on her"

I told the guys that Joanne was my soulmate and they were shocked like I was

"Oh my god when are you going to open your fucking eyes!", Yoongi yells at me

I stare at him in shock, "What?"

"You think we don't see? How lost in thought you always are? How upset you always look? It's because you love her"

"No shit she's my wife", I snap

"No Jimin. Not Yepa. Joanne. You love Joanne", Yoongi snaps

I shake my head

"Yes. And don't give us the bullshit, yeah I love her, she's my best friend. You haven't been the same since she told you were her soulmate"

"Of course I'm not the same! I'm the reason she's alone! I said horrible shit to her about my soulmate and I didn't know it was her! I'm the reason she's unhappy"

"So fix it", Jungkook says, "You love her Jimin. I don't know how, you're supposed to love your soulmate even if you chose them, but somehow you love her. If that doesn't prove that you two are meant to be then I don't know what will"

I shake my head refusing to believe it

To feel it

"I love my wife"

"The same as you did when you married her?", Hobi asks

"Yes", I lie

"You sure?", Tae asks

"Oh my god yes. I love my wife! She's who I want. Not anyone else", I insist even though I don't feel it

"Ok. Then I'll just delete Jo's address", he shrugs

My head snaps to him, "WHAT?"

"You heard me", he says, scrolling through his phone

"You had her address the whole time?", I glare at him

I'm fuming

He knows how hard I've been trying to look for her and he's had it the whole time

"Don't be an idiot. I just got it today", he rolls his eyes

"How?"

"We asked Bang to find her when we couldn't. He has connections we don't and it took awhile but he found her address"

"Isn't that illegal?", Namjoon asks

"It's not the point", Tae answers, "The point is that we did it for nothing."

"What are you talking about for nothing?", I yell

"We, meaning me, Jungkook and Yoongi asked Bang to help when we realized you love her. When we saw how actively you were trying to find her. Because we thought you loved her. But since you don't and you love Yepa, there's no reason to have her address"

"Taehyung", I warn

"No Jimin. Look it sucks what happened between you guys. But if you really love Yepa like you say you do then you have to leave Jo alone. She disappeared for a reason. I'm not giving you her address so you can go hurt her more. There's no reason for you to talk to her. Leave her be until she decides to come back", he answers

I stand up so quickly, walking over to him, my hands in fists

Standing close to him, I growl, "Give me her fucking address now"

He just raises his eyebrow

"Taehyung, don't fuck with me"

My heart is pounding out of my chest just thinking about seeing her again

"Why do you want it? Just to remind her she lost you and you're happy with Yepa?"

I close my eyes, trying to calm my anger

"No. I'm going because I want....I want....", I trail off

"You want what?", he demands

"I have to tell her...."

Why can't I say it?

Because if I say it, it makes it real

It changes everything

They're waiting for me to talk and I know Tae won't give me the address unless I tell him why I want it

"I have to tell her I love her"

As soon as it's out of my mouth, it's like a relief lifts from my shoulders

I love her

I'm in love with her

And the her isn't my wife

I don't know how to feel about that

But I know...I know I can't let Joanne go again

I was stupid enough to do it once but not again

Tae wordlessly goes back to his phone and a few seconds later, my phone goes off

Immediately I take my phone out and look at the text

Her address

I look up at them, then just turn around and run out of the practice room

I have to get there now

---------------------------------------------------

I pound on the door to her apartment.

Her new apartment is not far from her old one

Ten minute drive

I hear barking behind the door

"Blade move away from the door", I hear her scold

She got a dog?

"Over there silly puppy. Sit. Good boy. Stay"

The door opens and I finally see her after eight months of looking for her

As I stare at her everything I was denying, the feelings for her, come flooding in

She's mine

She looks at me completely confused, "Jimin...what...what are you doing here?"

"I...I looked for you everywhere"

"Why?"

"Because you...you just disappeared. You left me alone."

She furrows her brows, "What do you mean? You have Yepa. You have the guys. You're not alone"

"I didn't have you"

"You don't need me"

She has no idea how wrong she is

"Yes I do"

Moving closer to her, I kiss her

And fireworks go off

Like a complete firework show and the world fucking shifts under my feet

It's her

It's always been her but I was too stupid.

Then I'm cut off from her when she pushes me away

"What the fuck Jimin? You're married!", she yells

"I love you", I blurt out

"What are you talking about?"

"I..I'm in love with you. I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so much."

She shakes her head, "No you don't. You think you do because I told you you were my soulmate. But you're not. Yepa is your soulmate and you love her"

I shake my head, "No I don't. I don't. I love you. I..I had feelings for you before you told me I was your soulmate. For a few months, I liked you more than a friend. I thought about you then too. I..I wanted to kiss you so badly but I pushed it away and made myself not do it. But I know I love you"

"No Jimin. I told you. You're just thinking you do. Because you think that's what you're supposed to feel. It's not real"

I'm getting angry

How can she tell me my feelings aren't real?

"They are Joanne! My feelings for you are real!"

"It doesn't matter!", she yells back, "You are not my soulmate Jimin. Not anymore. You have your soulmate. You're married to your soulmate. And I don't have one"

"Put it back", I tell her

"What?", she gapes

"Cut my string. Put it back to yours"

She narrows her eyes, "No"

What?

Why not?

"Joanne-"

"No Jimin. After you asked the first time, I decided I'd never do that again. And I'm not going to. The pain, the emptiness I felt....I can't do that to anyone else"

Pain?

What pain?

I didn't feel any pain or emptiness

Did she feel that because she sees the strings?

It doesn't matter right now, I just want her to put us back

"But I want to be yours"

"No you really don't. You didn't before and you just think you do now. If you want to cut your string to Yepa, ask her to do it"

What?

What does that mean?

Ask Yepa?

"Don't come back Jimin. Just go live your life with her. I gave you up so you'd be happy. I'll always give you what you want except for this. I'm not messing with strings anymore"

This isn't going right

I'm meant to be with her

I don't need a dumb string to tell me that

She closes the door and I'm stunned

But I'm not giving up

I won't

Turning away from her door, I go back to the car to go home

And talk to Yepa

----------------------------------------------------

"Yepa!", I call, when I get in the house

"Yeah?", she asks, coming inside the living room

"Can you see the red strings?", I demand

Replaying what Joanne said while I drive home made me realize that she's saying that Yepa can see the strings.

If she can see them, she can cut them

And that means she saw that Joanne and my strings attached to each other

And Yepa let her cut it while watching her cry

"I..uh what?"

"Joanne said that if I wanted my string cut to go to you."

"Joanne?" You saw her?", she asks surprised

"Yes"

An angry lookys comes in her face

"She told me she'd never come near you again", she growls

Hold on

Yepa is the reason why she left?

"What does that mean?", I shout, "Did you tell her to leave?"

She rolls her eyes, "Yes Jimin. I went to her the day after she told you, you were her soulmate. I told her to stay away from you. She said she was already planning on it anyway."

I didn't know any of this

I had no clue Yepa even knew where she lived

"You had no right to tell her to stay away from me. She's my best friend", I yell

"I was saving our marriage Jimin. It wasn't even an hour after you found out she was your soulmate when it started affecting you"

"You're wrong."

"Please Jimin. You've been distant and different since she told you. You're letting it get to your head. You're my soulmate not hers"

"No. I'm still hers"

Yepa looks like I slapped her, "What?"

"I love her. I fell in love with her."

"No Jimin. You can't"

"I can't help how I feel"

"You only love her because you know she was your soulmate"

Why does everyone think that?

That affects me yeah but it's not why I love her

"No. I had feelings for her before I found that out"

"What?", she gasps, horrified, "You...had feelings for her while you're married to me?"

I feel like such an asshole

I never wanted to hurt anyone

"Jimin?"

I hang my head, "Yes. I didn't know why I felt that way. It started around three months before I found out we were soulmates. I tried to push it away. But after I found out and then she left....I just...I realized I love her. And I did still love you too"

"And now?"

I don't answer, looking down

"Jimin?"

I shake my head and I hear her break down

"I love you, I'm just not...in love with you", I tell her

"Yeah because that makes it so much better"

"I'm sorry"

"Sorry doesn't cut it Jimin. You fucking asshole!"

I hear her moving and I lift my head, watching her disappear into the kitchen

She comes back with scissors in her hand

"You want the string cut? Fine."

I watch her grab air and snap the scissors in the air by her hands

I'm guessing she cut the string but I don't know because I can't see it

"Get out. Don't come back until tomorrow after I leave. I'll have my lawyers contact yours for a divorce", she growls then runs out of the living room

Again I'm in a situation where I don't know what to do

Do I leave?

Where do I go?

Yepa doesn't want me here, Joanne doesn't want me at her apartment

I could go to the dorm but I don't want to

I know where I want to be

I'm just hoping she'll let me in this time

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J POV

I'm so fucked

Again

Seeing Jimin....it brought everything I locked away back

How much I love him

How much I want him

That kiss

It killed me

It was everything I could of imagined and more

Stars exploded in my vision

Like for real

I knew, I knew he's mine

But he's not

And I want so much to cut the strings again but I won't

I swore I wouldn't and I'm keeping that vow

I don't like Yepa but I'm not doing that to her

I'm not taking Jimin from her

I never want anyone to feel the pain, the emptiness, the abandonment I felt when my string was cut

And she can see the strings too so I know she'll feel exactly what I felt

The emptiness I still feel

It never got better

There's a hole inside me and I just learned to live with it

Ignore it

And I pretend not to see the strings anymore

I don't look at them

My German shepherd puppy jumps on the couch and cuddles into me

He's huge but he thinks he's a little dog

I got him after I moved

My old apartment didn't allow pets so I moved to a building that did

I wanted a dog, wanted to have something I could love and who could love me

Something that could make me happy, make my days meaningful instead of empty

And when I saw Blade at the shelter, I took him

He was a baby, close to three months old

He was so little and so cute

Now he's almost a year, huge and still cute

I just sit with Blade, hugging and petting him when there's knocking on my door again

Blade lifts his head and barks

"No Blade"

I'm training him not to bark

It's loud and deep and can be annoying when he does it over and over

I stand up, tell Blade to "stay", then go to the door

Who is it at ten at night?

Opening the door, I find Jimin standing there

Again

I open my mouth to tell him to leave when he comes inside, closes the door and pulls me to him, his lips against mine

And again, stars

His kiss takes over me and I can't push him away

When it's over, he puts his forehead against mine, his hands cupping my face

"I love you", he whispers

I wish I could believe him

"Jimin-", I start

"It's cut. I told her I love you and she cut the string. We're getting a divorce"

I gasp

This isn't anything I ever wanted to happen

"Jimin, no. I'm sorry"

"I'm not. Please make me yours again. That's all I want to be. Yours"

"But-"

"No baby, no buts. I had feelings for you before I knew. Feelings that turned to love. I pushed it away but I can't anymore. I love you. I want you. Please"

I may be so stupid but I believe him

I remember how he used to sit so close to me, how he held my hand during the horror movie we watched

I thought he did it without thinking

But I guess he didn't

And I'm a fool for him

"Ok", I whisper

"Yeah?"

I nod

We pull away and I look down at our strings

My eyes widen, a gasp escaping my mouth

"What?", he asks

Picking up the string, I hold it up looking at it closely

"It's already connected"

"Really?", he asks, "She just cut it like ten minutes ago"

"And she didn't knot it?"

He shakes his head, "She cut it then kicked me out of the apartment"

I have no idea what this means

Is this something that happens when both the original soulmate's strings are cut from different partners?

Does it automatically go back together?

I didn't come across anything like this while reading about the strings

Before I cut our string, I researched about the strings and read everything I could about them, to find out about my power

It's advised to not cut the strings and knot them to someone else

That's playing with the universe and it could catch up to you

Of course I did it for Jimin but never again

But nothing I read mentions this

"It's already knotted?", he asks

"Not knotted, just connected", I say, inspecting it further

I learned that if I concentrate, I can see where a string is knotted if it was cut

I used to practice on couples strings I'd see in public when I looked and it works

But I don't see any knotting on our string

It's as if it wasn't cut

Which I tell him

He lifts my face to his

"You're mine", he whispers

I nod, "You're mine"

He smiles right before his lips are on mine again

And I notice the empty feeling I've had for three years is gone

In it's place I feel whole and complete

His tongue moves in my mouth making me moan from how amazing his kiss is

"Please baby, I need you", he whispers before his lips move against mine again

"Yes", I barely get out

I want him so much

The next thing I know, he's picked me up and is walking to my room

I hear Blade's collar moving and I pull away from Jimin, looking over his shoulder

"Stay"

Blade hurrumphs but goes back to the couch and lays down

"Good boy"

Jimin snickers, "I'll be your good boy too baby"

Ho-ly shit

"We'll see", I answer him, pressing kisses to his neck

"Ffff....fuck baby", he whimpers

I hear a door closed and my back hits my bed, Jimin on top of me

"I need you naked right now", he murmurs, pushing my shirt up my body, kissing all over my stomach and higher as he moves the shirt

Pulling it over my head, he throws it on the floor then, rips my shorts and panties off

He stands over me, his eyes roaming my body, his hands so gently touching me, finally touching me

I close my eyes, falling into his touch

"Jo...I.....you're absolutely beautiful", he says, awe in his voice

"I-"

"No shush. You are baby. Perfect. I was so stupid", he murmurs

Hovering over me, he presses kisses to my neck

My god, his kisses are fucking perfect

I never thought I'd ever have them

I gave them up but somehow I can have them now because he loves me

I'm still not sure how it works but right now I don't care

"I wanna be inside you. Can I?", he murmurs, his lips pressing along my shoulder

"Yes fuck yes"

I pull his shirt up and he helps me get it off, tossing it to the floor

He unbuckles his belt, pulling everything off then moving on top of me, wrapping my legs around him

He presses his lips against mine, starts bursting in my vision

My arms fly around his neck, his tongue in my mouth, making me moan so loudly

And he chooses that time to push inside, getting all in in one thrust

"Jimin oh my god", I cry, body arching into his

God he's so fucking big, so thick, splitting me open wide right away

My pussy holds onto him and he feels so good inside me

"Holy fuck oh god, oh god", he whimpers, "So fucking tight. Fuck, fuck, tightest I ever been in"

"You feel so good Jimin", I tell him

"I need to move baby. Please let me. I need to feel you", he whines

"Yes baby, god fuck me Jimin. I need you"

He doesn't need to be told twice

His hips start moving, smashing into me over and over, his cock going so deep, his head slamming my spot

"Jimin fuck!", I cry, feeling myself completely drenching him

"My god, so fucking wet. You're cunt feels so good baby", he praises

His mouth moves around my nipple, sucking hard as he pounds me into the bed

More pleasure invades my body as he moves, my bed hitting the wall again and again

"You need to cum right now", he growls, "I need to feel it."

"Jimin", I moan, getting closer

"Now. I need to know what your cunt feels like when you cum. You're so tight already. I wanna know how much tighter you're going to get"

"Christ Jimin", I moan

"Give it to me", he begs, "Please baby. I...I hate not knowing what you feel like. I hate that other guys got to know first. I hate that I was stupid, so stupid to let you go. But now you're mine and I need it. Please"

His head hits my spot and pure pleasure washes over me as I snap

"Jimin! Oh fuck Jimin!", I yell, my body shaking uncontrollably

This is the best orgasm I've ever had, hands down

"Oh my fucking God", Jimin chokes out, "Oh god, baby. So good baby. God you're choking my cock baby girl. Oh fuck"

As I cum, his fingers move to my clit, rubbing hard, putting my body into more ecstasy

"Again baby. Cum again for me"

His hips move so fast, fucking me through my orgasm

Sitting on his knees he holds one of my legs wide open, pounding mercilessly, his thumb flying across my clit

The intense pleasure continues as one orgasm bleeds into the next

"Jimin! Jimin! Jimin!", I shout, clenching his cock over and over, coming all over him, my hands twisting in my sheets

"Fuck baby, your orgasm feels so good. You're so fucking beautiful baby girl", he praises, "Your cum looks so good all over my cock"

Fuck me, I want to see that and I ask him

I feel him pull out and he moves next to my head, his cock in my face, my cum all over him

Shit, he's right

It is pretty

And his cock, goddamn it's fucking huge

Thick and so hard, standing straight up

I move fast, taking his whole length in my mouth and throat right away, sucking hard

"Oh my fucking god", he moans, his pretty brown eyes watching me

Fuck me, his dick is so good to suck on

Changing my movements, I bob my head back and forth while I suck, listening to his sexy as fuck moans

"Baby girl, you're so fucking good at this"

I nod

Yes I am

And I'm going all out, sucking on him desperately because I've always wanted to do this to him

And now that I can, I'm going to make sure he enjoys it fully

His hands move in my hair, holding it tightly while I bottom him out in my throat every time, swallowing on his hard cock from time to time

His hips start moving with me, fucking into my throat, the louder he moans

Oh yes

I wanted him to fuck my mouth for the longest time

I stop my movements, holding my mouth wide open for him to do whatever he wants

"Baby", he whispers, my eyes moving up to his, "Can...can I fuck your throat?"

I nod, moaning softly

"Are you sure?"

I nod harder, slapping his hip to get him to start moving

He does, plunging his dick in my mouth, feeling so good as he slides in and out

And I just take it, loving every second of it

"Good girl", he whimpers, pleasure all over his face, "Can you suck while I fuck you?"

Of course I can and I immediately do it

"Oh god yes", he moans

After a few more thrusts he yells, "I'm gonna cum. Fuck baby I'm gonna cum down your throat"

I nod, wanting to taste him so much

He pulls my head along his cock, burying it in my throat, his cum spurting down my throat, his voice yelling my name

I quickly swallow all of it, his taste hitting me right away

So fucking good

Greedily, I suck his cock for all his cum, swallowing again and again

Jesus he cums a lot

When he finishes he pulls out and I lay down on my back for a few seconds to catch my breath

Suddenly pleasure slaps my body as I feel his tongue licks my pussy

My eyes immediately snap to between my legs, a moan escaping watching him go at my pussy hard, his tongue flying everywhere

"Fuck so good", he murmurs, tongue sliding and slipping all over, "God baby, I've been dreaming of doing this to you for the last year"

The last what?

Year?

"Year?"

He looks up, his tongue rolling over my clit making my legs shake

"Yes a year", he says, continuing to lick me slowly as he talks, "I told you I felt more for you before I found out you were my soulmate"

Yeah he did

I vaguely remember through the pleasure

"I thought about you when I was...with her. Came to thoughts of you"

Hold shit

He came inside Yepa while thinking of me?

That's insane

And completely unexpected and honestly unheard of

Usually when two people are knotted, they're in love like soulmates

They don't love or think about anyone else except each other

I guess that means him and I were really meant for each other

"And when you disappeared, all I could think of was you. The amount of sex dreams I had with you was ridiculous. The amount of times I jerked off thoughts of you was insane. I just wanted you", he confesses, sucking on my clit, throwing more pleasure into my body, "I just wanted to see you, kiss you, hold you, be near you. But I couldn't find you and it was killing me"

I had no fucking idea he felt that way

I thought he was completely in love with Yepa

He sucks hard on my clit and I scream his name, my hand plunging into his hair, his hands gripping my hips hard

He lets go, his tongue sliding inside my pussy, licking around before sliding up and out, sucking on my clit

He repeats the movements over and over, fucking his tongue into me a few times before playing with my clit, moaning loudly like he's being pleasured

My god he's amazing with his tongue, a fucking pro

I feel my orgasm coming and I scream, "I'm gonna cum"

His tongue shoves inside me, fucking me as I explode, pleasure all over me

He groans as I pull his hair, clenching his tongue as I ride out the pleasure on it

When it ends, he licks me all over before lifting his head

I almost pass out from how hot he looks, my cum and juice all over his mouth

He smirks then is immediately on top of me, kissing me hard, his hard dick sliding back in, opening me so well, pleasure roaring back

And I'm so happy he's finally mine

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Jimin POV

Oh my god, she feels so fucking good

So tight, so wet, so warm

So perfect for my cock, taking me so well, stretching just enough to wrap tightly around me

My perfect girl

Pulling away from her lips, I lean my forehead against hers, "I found you. Please don't disappear from me again"

I feel her fingers run in my hair, her beautiful brown eyes on mine

"I won't Jimin. But you, don't leave me again"

I shake my head, "Never", I promise, "I'll never leave you again baby. I swear. I love you so much. You're mine. My everything. My soulmate"

A stunning smile bursts on her face, taking my breath away

"I love you Jimin, more than anything. I always have"

I nod

I know

And I was a stupid idiot for not seeing it

"I know baby. And I promise, I'm going to do everything to make sure I'm worthy of your love"

"You are Jimin. Always"

Her arms move around my neck, her lips crashing to mine as she kisses me deeply

God I love her kisses

They rock me to my core every time and I know, I know I'll never get enough of them

Her legs move behind my knees and she rolls us over, sitting up on top of me

"Wanna ride you", she says and I nod so fast

God I want that

Her eyes move from my face down, to my chest and stomach, biting her lips as her hands follow the same path her eyes are going

"So hot Jimin", she whispers, her eyes moving back to mine, "You're so beautiful baby"

I suck in a breath hearing her

I never knew I wanted to hear her call me beautiful so much

"You're beautiful baby", I tell her, running my hands from her hips and up her back

Her hands lean on my stomach and she starts moving, bouncing on me

Pure pleasure hits me so hard, feeling her taking me deep inside her over and over, grinding on me each time

I can't take my eyes away from her, mesmerized by the way she's moving on me

By the pleasure on her face

By the way her boobs jiggle in my face, the way her hips move in a circle, rocking on me

By the small little drops of sweat running between her breasts down to her cute belly button

"Please baby, faster", I plead

"Yes Jimin", she moans, her hands moving behind her, leaning on my legs, giving me an amazing view of her cunt swallowing my cock

Oh my fucking god

She leaves my cock so soaked with every move, hits her spot on my head every time

I move my fingers to her cunt, spreading her pretty puffy lips, watching her little hole stretch around me over and over

"God so pretty baby", I tell her, "You're hole looks so good on my cock"

"Mmm", she moans, riding me harder, "You feel so good Jimin. Fuck, best cock I ever had inside me"

I hope to god she means that

I want to be the best for her

Moving my hands to her ass, I grip her hard, thrusting up when she bounces down

I hit so deep inside her, her scream of pleasure fueling me to keep going

We move together, her cunt pulsing quickly around my dick

"Baby, need you to cum", I choke out, trying to push my orgasm back

I want to feel her first

She moves faster, fucking me mercilessly and all I can do is try to keep up with her

"Jimin fuck Jimin, harder", she cries, leaning over me, her hands digging into my shoulders

I thrust up as hard as I can, smashing her spot with every hit

"Jimin oh god Jimin!", she screams, coming and shaking on top of me, "Jimin!"

I watch her cum completely coat my cock, the sight of that and of her in pleasure throwing me over the edge

"Joanne. Fuck baby girl!", I shout, ecstacy crashing over me

Holding her down on my cock, I empty my cum inside her, the feel of her cunt throbbing on me keeping me in pleasure

It's so much, I've never felt pleasure like this

The pleasure tapers off after a few seconds and she collapses on top of me, her face buried in my neck

Chuckling, I wrap my arms around her, kissing her shoulder and moving her sweating hair off her face

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you", she breathes out

Holding her, I move my hand up and down her back as we catch our breaths, feeling her skin tremble under my fingers

"Jesus Jimin", she breathes, "That was-"

"Fucking amazing", I finish

She nods, "Yeah"

"Glad you liked it", I laugh

"Did you?"

I look down at her, her eyes already on mine

"I fucking loved it Jo. I swear I never had sex that good"

She smiles shyly, "Me neither"

"It's because I love you", I tell her honestly

She nods, "Yeah. Because I love you I mean"

I can never get tired of hearing her say she loves me

Now that I've heard her say it, it's like I need to hear it

She moves off me but doesn't go too far, cuddling into my side

"Is it bed time?", I ask, laughing

"Yes. So shush and go to sleep"

"But the light is on baby"

"Oh wah", she whines

"I'll shut it", I tell her, kissing her forehead, then getting up

"Min!"

"I'm coming right back baby"

I shut the light and quickly get back into bed, with her immediately in my arms, clinging to me

"Night Jimin. I love you", she says

"Night Jo. I love you", I answer then press my lips to hers

She kisses me back, then lays her head on my shoulder, cuddling as close as she can to me

I hold her, playing with her hair, so happy and relieved that I have my true soulmate

And I will spend the rest of my life making her happy

I watch her sleeping in my arms and I smile widely before pressing a kiss to her forehead

"I love you", I whisper

Then holding her tightly, I close my eyes, falling asleep with my soulmate

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