#but decided to wait until the little snitch radioed and said they were on the move

[caiuscassiuss]

tease ⎮ k.th (snippet)

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Description: You knew you were hot. You saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. And maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under Kim Taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

Genre: Brother’s best friend (jungkook is your twin brother lol) au/ enemies-to-lovers WC: (estimated) ~10k Warnings: graphic smut (Dom! Taehyung + Brat! Reader, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation kink/ slight slut shaming, masturbation, blow jobs, cunnilingus, edging, light dub-con, spanking), reader is promiscuous and a tease™ 

The incident at the club was definitely an offensive blow to Taehyung in your non-existent game, as he watched you differently in the times you ran into him. He looked a lot more contemplative and a hell of a lot angrier that you tamped down a victorious smile. You were gonna blue ball him so hard he would rue the day he snitched on you to your parents.

You had already planned on skinny-dipping in the pool when Taehyung was sleeping over one night, but your plans were ruined as your parents announced a family trip to the lake cabin rental.

You had pasted on a smile at the news, looking happy to escape from the city, but inwardly you pouted. This trip would put you out of commission, so to speak. You wouldn’t see Taehyung for the next few weeks and you were sort of worried the thing you had going on would fade as he, inevitably, would fuck some random girl to get over the tension.

However, imagine your joy as your amazing, heaven-sent brother asked if he could drag Taehyung along and all the parties agreed.

The four hour car ride was monotonous, with you parents at the front, your brother and his friend in the middle, and you unfortunately cramped at the back. You glanced at Taehyung, who was fast asleep with his spidery lashes brushing his cheeks. You patted your backpack absentmindedly, where your secret weapon was stored. You were pulling out the big guns this time. No fucking around. He was going to be begging to fuck you.

Your family arrived at the rustic cabin you were renting and you jumped out of the car to stretch your poor, poor back. Your parents, of course, took the master bedroom so that left the two guest bedrooms between the three of you. Jungkook and Taehyung would be sharing a room while you would have your own and honestly, you thought the heavens were smiling down on you, because the rooms were connected with a Jack-and-Jill bathroom. 

You just had to wait for the right moment. Everyone was exhausted and took a nap, which resulted in you pacing around your room, deep in thought.

Your parents had decided to go out for dinner at the township a little while away, while Jungkook fibbed a lie about going to the woods for a hike and instead snuck away to the beach for girls. Apparently, from what you could hear from inside your bedroom, Taehyung was still asleep and refused to go hiking with Jungkook. They also thought you were asleep too, your dad taking a moment of pity on you by acknowledging how hard you’ve been working at school and sports.

Inwardly, you fistpumped. They were finally leaving you and Taehyung alone, so you could finally enact your plan.

You hid your vibrator underneath your sheets and waited for Taehyung to wake up. You didn’t have to wait long as you heard the creaking of floorboards in the other room.

Tossing away your shirt, you were left in just your bra and panties. Settling down on your bed, you turned the vibrator on low and rubbed it against your panties. A slight, quiet groan escaped your mouth and you felt arousal start to form on your nether lips. Dragging the vibrator up and down against your covered slit, your ears perked up at the sound of shower starting in the conjoined bathroom.

You repeated the motion a few times, before you pressed the tip of the vibrator hard against your covered pussy. It pressed against your clit and you felt your vision swim, a slight yelp escaping your mouth. For a while, the shuffling around the bathroom stopped and you froze, half excited and half anxious.

You heard metallic scrape of shower rings and relaxed. You circled the vibrator around your slit a bit more, stimulating the motion of penetration lightly and arousal definitely stained your panties. 

Moving your panties to the side, you let the tip of the vibe rest against your clit, rotating it to cover it in slick and burrowing it deeper into your pussy. A loud whine left your lips, one he definitely heard, and you panted heavily. The muggy air pressed down on you and the blood rushed around underneath your skin.

Shoving down your bra, leaving your breasts obscenely pushed out against the cups, you dragged your fingernails across the sensitive skin of your breasts. Groaning, you turned your face to burrow your head into your pillow.

Slowly inserting the vibrating dildo into your pussy, a shout left your lips as your pussy contracted against the object suddenly. The lack of action over the past few weeks definitely made you more sensitive.

Chest heaving, you left the vibe in to adjust to it. Taking it and feeling arousal coating your fingertips, you slowly pushed it in and out of your pussy. Your eyes shut in pleasure and strangled yell emanated from your throat, your legs relaxing until you could feel both legs spread for the world to see. The cotton sheets suddenly felt too hot against your skin and you pushed them hurriedly away.

You pressed the vibe in and out of your now sopping wet pussy and your fingers pinched at your breasts, circling around your perked nipples. The shower in the background sounded muffled to your ears as you sunk into a veil of pleasure.

Thrusting the vibe deep into your pussy, you hit your g-spot and you choked, an embarrassingly loud groan filling the air. You undulated the vibrator against your g-spot and clit repeatedly, black spots and bright lights flashing against the back of your eyelids. Your moans were now non-stop and you knew Taehyung could hear you even if he was downstairs.

Memories of his dark eyes, veiny neck and arms, and sweaty shoulders made you tense up. The vibrator hit your g-spot and clit at once and you tweaked your nipples, a scream leaving your lips as felt light exploding in your vision and your pussy clenching the vibrator. Your knees knocked painfully together as you orgasmed, eyes shut and mouth wide open to moan loudly into the air.

The waves of pleasure washed over you and gradually left, leaving you panting into the air. The air conditioner brushed against your sensitive pussy and aftershocks rocked your body, clamping your lips tight to stop groans from escaping. Pulling the vibrator out, you could feel slick start to coat your pussy and thighs.

Closing your eyes, the blanket of placidity settled over you. Wow, you had really needed this, hadn’t you? All your scheming and schoolwork had—

A hard knock startled you out of your thoughts and you registered the shower had stopped. The knock rattled the doorframe and made you wonder how mad Taehyung was on the other side.

“Taehyung? Do you need anything?” you asked, voice slightly high-pitched and cracked.

“Open up, Y/N,” he grumbled.

You threw on a large t-shirt to cover your chest and leaking pussy, nearly stumbling as you walked to the door.

“Y-yeah?” you asked, cracking the door open a bit. Taehyung pushed the door open roughly, and you almost tripped over air.

He stood there, shirtless and wet, glaring at you from underneath his wet bangs. You gulped, nipples instantly perking up again at the aura restrained anger he exuded. Your eyes followed a drop of water that dripped from his hair and landed with a plop on his chest, working its way down his toned pectorals and defined abs and then into his Apollo’s belt—

“—it down?”

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, wide eyes snapping to meet his.

“H-Huh?” you blurted out, uncharacteristically flustered.

“I said,” he huffed, nostrils flared, “Can you keep it the fuck down?”

You didn’t even have to pretend to flush and act nervous. “O-oh, sorry—”

He gave you an unreadable look, fire burning in his eyes, then snorted and slammed the door. For a while there was silence. A slight pout painted your lips and you shifted your weight, now feeling your arousal drip down your thigh. You had thought this would be the time he would crack but he didn’t. A bit worried at the radio silence, you suddenly heard a soft, strangled groan that emerged from the other bedroom.

You smirked. It was only a matter of time before he cracked.

Hi everyone! This is my first foray into BTS fanfiction and break from indefinite hiatus, so I really hope all of you liked this sneakpeek. Honestly it’s not anything deep but I guarantee you it will edge all of you so hard :) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

Estimated release date: Jan 6th, 8 PM ET

#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #bts #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagines #bts scenarious #bts imagines #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #enemies to lovers #namjoon smut #jimin smut #jungkook x reader

[pregnant-piggy]

Secret Summer - part I

George Weasley x reader

Words: 7600+

Warnings: none

A/N: Ah, I want the summer so bad. This is my first George fic and I fell in love with him. I know this one’s long but the next one is shorter. Oh and happy pride month, my loves! 

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Summer had always been your favourite season. The sun and heat were not your enemy. You loved tanning at the beach and diving into the cold water afterwards. Eating ice-cream three times a day, reading a book in the shadow of a tree and staying up late to look at the stars. The late, hot nights were your favourite.

The only downside to summer was the break from Hogwarts and more specifically the break from your friends. Of course you would try to meet with them, but it was hard to find a moment that everyone was available. A lot of your friends went away on vacation to countries far away and when they got back, you were gone with your family.

Nothing was any different this summer, except one thing. Last year you had missed your friends, this year you missed your boyfriend.

You and George had been together for five months now and you had never been away from him for so long. At Hogwarts you were always around him, in class, going on dates or just studying together. Now he was home and so were you. It killed you. Your parents had decided to go on a holiday with just the two of them and you were supposed to go to your aunt and uncle.

Now that was something you were not looking forward to. Your uncle and aunt were... different from you. They were very strict, always following the rules. And of course it wouldn't just be your aunt and uncle, they also had children. Three. Three little, snitching children. The oldest one was eight years younger than you, so there was not much to bond over.

However, everything would change the day before your parents’ departure. You were packing your bags for your stay with your family when your mother called you downstairs.

‘What's the matter?’ you asked when you entered the living room.

Your father was sitting on the couch browsing through a book called Ten Things To Know When Travelling Through Canada. As an answer to your question he gestured to the kitchen where your mom was busy making dinner.

‘An owl arrived for you,’ you mother said and she pointed at an old brown owl. Around its leg a letter was tied. You tried to untie the letter without hurting the owl but the owl didn't even seem to notice you were touching it.

‘Who is it from?’ your mother asked while stirring in a pan.

‘George,’ you answered.

‘Ooh, what did he write?’

Your mom knew of your relationship with George. As soon as you came home for the summer, you couldn't help but tell her. She was really excited for you and with every owl that came from George she wanted to know what he had written.

‘I remember when your dad used to write me such things,’ she had sighed when George had sent you a letter saying how much he missed you in the first week of the vacation.

You quickly read the letter and a smile broke on your face.

‘He is asking if I can spend the summer at the Burrow,’ you answered your mother's question.

Your mother dropped her spoon and clapped her hands excited. She began to dance around the kitchen. Her squeaks made your dad come into the kitchen, looking suspicious from his wife to you.

‘What is going on?’ he asked.

‘Our daughter is spending her summer with her boyfriend!’ Your mother sing-sang and pulled you into a hug.

‘Mom!’ you giggled and tried to free yourself from her embrace.

Your father looked at your mother and tilted his head.

‘What about Margaret and John? They are expecting (Y/N).’

‘Oh, I'm sure they will understand,’ your mother said and you sent her a thankful smile; she knew how much you hated staying at your aunt and uncle's.

Your father said nothing else for dinner and also kept his mouth when you sat with your parents in the living room. The TV was on and even though your father was staring at it, you knew he was having an inner debate. He knew that you didn't like to spend with his brother’s family and if he let you go, you would have a much happier summer. But then you would be staying with your boyfriend.

It was not like you were actually waiting for your father's approval. You were going anyway, whether he wanted it or not.

‘Dad, it won't be much of a difference than the time we spent at Hogwarts for the past half year,’ you pointed out to your father. ‘And his whole family is there.’

That seemed to do the trick because before you went to bed your dad told you that he would drop you off at the Burrow when he and your mom left for their trip.

- -- -

The next morning was hectic. Now you knew you were going to your boyfriend you had to make some changes to the clothes you were bringing. Your mother helped you pick out some stuff.

When you were packed and ready to close your bag your mom slyly slipped a pack of condoms in it. But she failed to hide it from you.

‘Mom! What?’

‘Oh, come on! You're staying at your boyfriend!’

‘And his family!’ you pointed out. ‘They don't even know George and I are dating. They just think we're friends.’

‘Oh,’ your mother said and she sat down next to you on your bed. ‘You didn't tell me.’

‘It's nothing,’ you shrugged. ‘Actually it is kind of exciting, isn't it?’ you added with a small smile.

Your mother kissed you on your head and closed up your bag.

‘Don't tell your father, he’ll have a heart attack,’ she said before taking the bag and walking downstairs.

- -- -

The ride to the Burrow took forever. It was still early and not many people were awake yet. The roads were almost completely deserted.

The song on the radio didn't reach to you and neither did the conversation of your parents. The trees on the side of the road flashed by and your mind dozed off to the last day of school.

It had been the hottest day of the year and everyone was outside looking for some shade. Some seventh year Hufflepuffs had charmed the greenhouses so that it was cooler there. They had only let a few people in and you and your friends belonged to those people. The sun had shone bright on the glass roofs and lit up the plants around you. The morning you spent with your friends but the afternoon was reserved for George. He had wanted to show you something. He took you to the furthest edge of the school grounds. You had never been there before and was surprised with what you found. There, far beyond Hagrid's hut was a small pond. The sun was reflected by the water and all around the edge of the pond there were pink and blue flowers. You had spent the rest of the day there with George and returned late, almost too late for dinner.

A smile appeared on your face as you thought back of that day. You couldn't wait to see George, though it would be hard not to kiss him in front of his whole family.

After an hour your father drove his car in front of the Burrow. Nervously he looked at his watch. This had not been his plan. He had planned to be at the airport by now.

‘You only have to drop me off,’ you reassured him. ‘Say hi to Mr and Mrs Weasley and that's it.’

Apparently the sound of the car had aroused the Weasley household because Mrs Weasley was walking towards you, followed by Ginny and Ron.

‘(Y/N)! Good to see you! I am happy you could make it on such a short notice!’

Mrs Weasley embraced you and then turned to your parents. You let them talk and said hello to Ginny and Ron.

This wasn't your first time at the Burrow. You had been there quite few times now, but every time you stepped foot on the Weasley's property you were amazed by their house. It was completely different from any house you had ever been in and that’s why you loved it so much.

You said goodbye to your parents and wished them a happy and safe trip. You waved them goodbye until you couldn't see the car anymore and then turned to the house.

‘Fred and George are still in bed,’ Mrs Weasley said while she began with breakfast. ‘Ron, go wake up your brothers! Have you eaten yet, dear?’

‘Oh, yes. I had a quick breakfast before I left,’ you answered and watched Ron ran up the stairs to wake the twins.

‘Do you want something?’ Mrs Weasley asked. She was busy with four pans at the same time and you saw eggs, bacon and sausages.

‘Just tea, Mrs Weasley.’

Mrs Weasley pointed with her wand at the kettle and the water started to heat.

You chatted with Ginny about how her vacation had been so far and you discovered that she, just as you, missed her friends. They were all away for the summer.

‘I'm lucky to have you here now,’ Ginny said and you smiled at her. The age difference between you and her had never been an issue. You got along very well with Ginny.

Ron came back down followed by Fred and George. When you met eyes with George you felt butterflies in your stomach. He sat down next to you at table and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

‘I didn't know you would be here so early,’ he admitted, suppressing a yawn.

Under the table his hand found yours and he squeezed it. You hummed softly as a reaction and from the corner of your eye you could see the smile on your boyfriend's face.

Meanwhile Mrs Weasley had finished breakfast and with her wand she placed the plates on table. She gave you a cup of tea.

During breakfast stories of the vacation so far were being exchanged until the conversation was interrupted with Mr Weasley entering the kitchen.

‘(Y/N), good to see you!’ the man exclaimed when he saw you. ‘George has begged us for the past two weeks to invite you!’

Next to you, George's face turned red. Fred laughed into his plate with eggs and his twin kicked him under the table.

Fred was the only Weasley that knew about you and George. Hiding something this big from your twin brother is impossible. You knew that it would be a tough vacation with Fred's dubble-meaning jokes. They had been there at Hogwarts too and you were surprised not more people knew about George and you.

 - -- - 

‘I missed you,’ George said after he checked the door. He was showing you your room, you were staying in Bill's old room, that had been turned into a guest room, but actually just wanted to be alone with you.

‘I missed you too,’ you replied and placed a soft kiss on George's lips. His hands slid to your back and he pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around the boy you had missed so much these past weeks.

‘So you haven't told them yet?’ you asked after parting. George laughed a bit nervous.

‘No, I'm sorry,’ he said against your skin.

‘No need to apologise, babe,’ you said and placed a small kiss on his nose. ‘We'll tell whenever we are ready. Until then we just have to be careful.’

And like it was planned, Fred burst through the door. You and George quickly let go of each other and Fred laughed at your shocked faces.

‘You're not gonna keep this a secret longer than a week,’ Fred grinned. George threw a pillow at his brother, who ducked away letting the pillow fall on the ground with a thud.

- -- -

You spent most of the day with Ginny. She had claimed you at breakfast and you didn't want to disappoint her. Besides, you would have the whole vacation to spend with George, one day less wouldn't hurt.

Majority of the day was spent outside in the hot sun. The activities included teasing the gnomes and playing board games in the grass. Mrs Weasley brought you lunch halfway through the day and Ron joined you and Ginny in a game of exploding snap. Fred and George were nowhere to be seen. You slyly asked Ron about them but he said he hadn't seen them.

When it got colder you went back inside. The sun had shone brightly and you could already see the light tan lines on your legs.

After a short shower it was time for dinner. Mrs Weasley had done her best to create the best welcome-dinner you had ever seen. She made all the things you liked and even more.

‘We have to celebrate your stay here!’ Mr Weasley said when you sat down at the table and a sheepish smile grew on your face.

As you started your dinner, conversation quickly changed to plans for the rest of the summer break. You listened mostly; you had nothing to add. You did find out that Harry and Hermione would arrive in two days and would, just as you, spend the rest of their vacation at the Burrow.

‘Harry will sleep with Ron and Hermione with Ginny,’ Mrs Weasley explained.

‘Why not with (Y/N)?’ Fred asked and you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘She's got much space in her room. Not like she has someone to share it with.’

There it was, a joke that made you want to sink into the ground. George's face turned red and he kicked his brother under the table. But his family didn't understand the joke. They didn't even notice it. Molly just went on to explain that Hermione would be perfectly fine in Ginny's room.

‘Fred is just worried he won't be able to visit Hermione like that,’ you teased Fred. He turned red and his brows frowned; he would take revenge.

Fred was not the only one to react to your joke. Mrs Weasley frowned curious and Ginny chuckled into her chicken. But the most remarkable reaction was from Ron. He had choked on his food and his face was as red as his tomatoes.

‘Wha- what do you mean?’ he asked you in between coughs.

‘Nothing,’ you laughed and patted his back. ‘I'm just kidding.’

Over the table you shot a look to George who shrugged. Was it possible that Ron was jealous at your lie?

You had watched him and Hermione over the past years whenever you were in the same room as them and you had to admit that there was chemistry. But when you asked George about it he said that Ron always denied he had feelings for Hermione, or anyone. Maybe that was not the truth.

Without any more jokes that people could misinterpret dinner finished. You offered to help with the dishes but Mrs Weasley pointed out that you were on vacation here and told Fred to do the dishes.

‘I'm on vacation too!’ he sputtered but his mother already left the room. You laughed and that delivered you an angry glare and a hit with the dishcloth.

- -- -

In your pyjama shorts and sweater you lied in bed. The sun had set a while ago already but you couldn't fall asleep. You had left the curtains open and was staring at the night sky. The little, white dots shone luminous on the dark blue canvas.

Above you the floor squeaked. Someone must have left their bed. You listened to the sound of the soft footsteps that disappeared quickly. A shiver ran over your spine. You knew you were safe but still that feeling of slight fear filled your head. There is nothing to be afraid of, you said to yourself. It was probably just someone who had to go to the bathroom or maybe it was that stupid ghost.

But the feeling didn't decrease as you now heard footsteps on the floor your bedroom was on. And they got louder and louder. You sat up in bed and your hands clasped the bedspread.

The handle of your door went down to reveal a dark silhouette. Your eyes were focused on the figure and you didn't move.

‘(Y/N)?’ the dark figure whispered and you recognised George's voice. ‘Are you awake?’

You relaxed and sighed as you reached for the light next to your bed. It popped on and revealed George in his pyjamas.

Apparently the scared look was still on your face because George said: ‘Are you alright?’

‘Yes, you just scared the living crap out of me,’ you said and turned your face into a smile.

George hurried over to your bed and sat down. He cupped your face with his hands and placed a kiss on your nose.

‘I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake anyone. Maybe I should've warned you.’

‘Yeah, maybe you should have,’ you chuckled and let George kiss you. ‘Now to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?’

‘I missed you.’

‘You just saw me two hours ago!’

‘I know.’

‘How have you survived the past two weeks?’ you asked giggling.

‘Barely,’ George breathed in your ear.

His hands slipped from your face to the bottom of your sweater, pulling it over your head to reveal a tank top. In the small light you could see the surprise on his face, but he recollected himself and again reached for the hem of your top. This time nothing was covering your naked chest as he pulled your tank top over your head.

At the sight of you half-naked in his hands, George moaned softly. You could feel the excitement rushing though your body when you pulled the boy closer kissing him passionately. You had missed him. You had missed this.

The night was filled with moans and giggles, so soft no one else in the house heard them. And when you fell asleep, peacefully in the arms of the boy you loved, you mentally made a note to thank your mother for her addition to packing your suitcase.

- -- -

The bed was empty when you woke up the next morning. You knew George had to wake up in his own bed to not raise suspicions but it still made you feel sad.

Silently you got dressed, letting the impressions of last night wonder in your head. In a daze you walked down to the living room. There, Ginny was sitting on the couch in front of the fire, still in her pyjamas, looking just as tired as you. You sat down next to her and said nothing. Together you watched Mr Weasley get ready for his work with the help from his wife.

‘See you tonight, girls!’ he said before stepping into the fire saying ‘Ministry of Magic' and disappearing.

Ginny went upstairs to change and Molly gave you a cup of tea. She looked at with piercing eyes and for a minute you were afraid she had heard you and George. That she knew everything and you had to spend the rest of your summer with your stupid aunt and uncle.

But Mrs Weasley said nothing and walked away, leaving you alone in the living room. You stared at your tea, a bit shocked by your own paranoia.

Before you could finish your tea, Fred entered the room. He sat down opposite of you with a smug smile on his face. You rolled your eyes at him. Of course he knew about last night, but some part of you had hoped that George had managed to escape his room without his twin noticing.

‘Fun night?’ Fred asked and you shot him a dark look but you couldn't answer because Ginny walked in.

She looked a bit more awake now she had changed and probably freshened up. Still the bags under her were clearly visible.

‘Didn't sleep much?’ you asked.

‘No,’ Ginny yawned, like your question reminded her of how little sleep she got. ‘Probably because we did so much yesterday.’

‘Hey, that's funny! (Y/N) didn't sleep much last night either!’ Fred exclaimed.

‘How do you know that?’ Ginny shot back at him, despite her lack of sleep still sharp as always.

‘I heard-' Fred started but you cut him off.

‘I came across him on my way to the bathroom.’ You gave Fred another angry glare and smiled at Ginny hoping she wouldn't notice you were lying.

‘Okay,’ she said and changed the subject of the conversation. ‘What do you want to do today?’

‘I dunno,’ Fred mumbled sinking into his chair. ‘We could play some Quidditch, we don't have even numbers though, maybe (Y/N) can be the referee.’

‘I'm fine with that,’ you said, knowing that your Quidditch skills count for half a person, if not a quarter.

- -- -

After breakfast you and the Weasleys walked to the open field behind the house. The morning sun was already shining radiant and the five minute walk left everyone sweating.

Two hours of Quidditch later everyone was melting away under the heat and the game was stopped. You walked back to the Burrow to find some shade under one of the trees that surrounded the house. Fred disappeared into the house and came back with bottles lemonade kept cold in a bucket filled with ice cold water.

The lemonade was quickly finished and when Ron grabbed the last bottle, Fred took the bucket and emptied it over your head.

Though the cold water was a refreshing and actually quite nice, you quickly turned around and started to cast spells on Fred, wetting him with water jets.

Your attention was on Fred but from the corner of your eyes you could see George looking at you. Or better said, at your shirt. The water had not only made your head and hair wet, it had left you completely soaked. Your shirt was sticking at your body and you were aware of it showing your bra in a not-so-concealing way.

Fred had fled to the house and Ron and Ginny had followed him afraid of also getting wet if they stayed any longer. You were left alone with George and he was not even trying to hide his looks by now.

After quickly looking around and seeing no one he took two steps to stand in front of you, lifted you and pushed you with your back against the tree. His mouth caught yours and his hands squeezed your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

God, you loved everything about this boy. His kiss tasted like lemon and toffees and after a while his mouth opened and his tongue slid into your mouth.

Now, you were only vaguely aware of your surroundings. Anyone could have stood next to you and you wouldn't have noticed. All you could focus on were George's hands and his lips.

After what felt like a way too short time, you had to break apart to both catch your breath. You lowered your legs but stayed locked between your boyfriend and the tree. The bulge in George's pants could be felt through your own shorts and you captured his lips in a sweet kiss.

This moment could have lasted forever if it was up to you, but unfortunately Mrs Weasley's voice broke the comfortable silence. You were hidden behind the tree and she could not see you but at the sound of her voice George took a step back. His face expression changed so fast you were afraid someone had actually caught you but when you looked around the tree you only saw Mrs Weasley in the door frame far away.

You turned back to George but he was already walking towards the house. You ran after him, shirt still sticking to your body and your shorts wet and uncomfortable to walk in.

‘What happened to you?’ Mrs Weasley asked when you stepped foot into the kitchen through the backdoor.

‘Fred and I had a water fight,’ you said and smiled to show her there was nothing to worry about. ‘It'll dry.'

Mrs Weasley pointed her wand at you and you felt your clothes dry. You thanked her and sat down at the dining table. On it there were sandwiches, the reason Molly had called you inside.

You looked around to find George but he had disappeared. Maybe to freshen up?

You spent the rest of the afternoon in the backyard, with your attention in a book. Ron and Fred were playing with a ball, throwing it back an forth. Mrs Weasley was working in the part of the garden that wasn't terrorised by the gnomes.

After a few hours in the sun, you felt like your skin was burning off your body and you decided to go inside. You hadn't seen George since before lunch and you were wondering what he was up to.

‘George? Are you in here?’ you asked and knocked on the door of the twins' bedroom.

‘Yeah.’

The door opened and George came to your sight. He let you in and you sat on his bed.

The floor of the room was scattered with laundry and papers. Just like his dorm at Hogwarts. But here the walls were bright green instead of the dark red of the Gryffindor Tower.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked trying not to sound too worried.

‘Yeah, I'm fine,’ George answered and he sat down next to you. His hand quickly found your hip and he pulled you closer. You rested your head on his shoulder.

‘Okay, you just disappeared and I was wondering if I did something wrong,’ you admitted.

George chuckled. ‘Believe me, you did nothing wrong. I just needed a break from my family, that's all.’

You nodded understanding; you loved the Weasleys but they were a lot to take. Always around and in for a talk. It was nice, but if you wanted some time alone it was not.

‘You want me to leave?’ you asked and already got up but George put his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

‘You're not going anywhere,’ he whispered in your ear.

 - -- -

‘Do you really have to go?’

George wrapped the sheets over you and placed a kiss on your forehead, in a way only he could. In the dark you could see the regret in his eyes. He didn't want to leave you, but he was, just as you, scared that someone would find him in your room in the morning.

‘It's only-' you looked at the clock on your nightstand ‘-five,’ you grumbled.

‘(Y/N), if I don't leave now, I'll never. I don't want them to find out like that,’ George said, referring to his family.

He got up and walked to your door. You sighed but didn't ask further; you knew this was no discussion. George made his point and the conversation was over.

‘I love you,’ you whispered in the dark.

‘Love you too,’ was the answer before the door closed.

With closed eyes you listened to the footsteps that walked back upstairs. You heard a squeak when George stepped into his bed and then everything got silent again.

But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fall asleep anymore. You tried everything: meditation, counting sheep, just closing your eyes and thinking about happy things. Nothing worked.

The sun came up and lit up your floor. The curtains were open; you hadn't closed them last night. Usually you slept with the curtains open. At night you loved to gaze at the stars from your bed and you liked waking up with the sun shining on your face. However, not when it was this early.

‘I thought this was vacation,’ you grumbled to yourself when the rooster crowed.

When after ten minutes you really couldn't lie in bed anymore you got up. While you got dressed your eyes fell on an empty piece of parchment on the desk. Your parents must have arrived at their destination by now, maybe you should write them. Merlin knows how long it would take before your letter got to them.

Hesitantly you started to write. What should you tell? You knew your mother probably would want every juicy detail, but your father would read the letter too and you didn't want to give him a heart attack.

After you finishing your letter, the house was not so silent anymore. Mr Weasleys wouldn't go to work today. Instead he would pick up Harry at his aunt and uncle's. Hermione would arrive somewhere in the morning.

‘(Y/N), good morning!’

As you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted by Mr Weasley and George. They were both sitting at the dining table. Arthur was reading the newspaper and George was staring outside.

‘You're up early!’ Mr Weasley exclaimed when you sat down opposite of George.

‘Yeah, I couldn't sleep anymore.’

‘Is it that rooster? I have tried everything to make him stop, but he just won't,’ Mr Weasley said and looked over his shoulder outside.

‘No, it wasn't the rooster,’ you mumbled and over the table you felt two eyes on you.

Mr Weasley turned back to his newspaper and you dared to look at George. He shot you a worried look and mouthed: ‘me?’ You shook your head and averted your eyes from him.

Yes, actually it was because of him, but he didn't need to know that.

‘There is a post office in the village, right?’ you asked.

‘Yes, but you can use our owl,’ Mr Weasley said.

‘No, my father doesn't appreciate owls. Or birds in general,’ you added and thought back of that one time your friend had sent a letter with a dove that wouldn't leave your father alone. ‘I think I'll post it the muggle-way.’

‘I'm sure George will take you,’ Mr Weasley said, already turning back to his newspaper. ‘Right, George?’

‘Yes, of course,’ George quickly said when he saw his father's look.

- -- -

‘I'm sorry about this morning,’ George said and bumped your shoulder.

‘It's fine,’ you mumbled; you didn't feel like talking about it now.

George put his arm around your shoulder after looking around suspiciously.

You held the letter tight in your hand and thought about what you wrote. Even though you had written only about innocent things to save your father from any harm, you had thanked your mother for helping you pack. She would get the meaning behind it, while your father just would think it was a sweet compliment.

The village was still asleep and only a few people were awake. The baker, the postman and a few people on their way to work. On your way to the post office you stopped for coffee and muffins at the bakery.

‘Sweets for my sweet,’ George said when the baker gave him the muffins and you cringed at the cheesy words.

Around people he didn't personally know, George had no problem showing his affection. But once he was around familiar faces that attitude changed and the most affectionate thing he would do was his hand on your back, after making sure no one could see it. At first you hadn't mind it, you had thought it was cute and exciting to have a secret relationship. But as the months passed by, and George still didn't show his affection in public, you feared that maybe you were something he was ashamed of. You had never talked about it with him and just brushed it off every time the thought entered your mind. But now, with his family, it suddenly came closer than ever before and you couldn't ignore the feeling anymore.

A bell tinkled when you opened the door of the post office. It was an old building on the outside and the inside matched the exterior. With wood on the floor and the ceiling the room was dark and felt cramped. Behind the counter stood an old woman.

‘George! How are you?’ the woman crowed.

‘Good, Mrs Mavisson,’ George answered. ‘How are you?’

‘Well, my knees hurt more every day and Craig-' she gestured with her head to the door opening behind her ‘-claims we should modernise our system.’ You bowed forward a little bit and saw a mature man in the shadows. ‘Who is this beautiful lady you brought with you?’

A blush crept on your face and you stared at your hands that were wrapped around your letter.

‘This is (Y/N),’ George said and placed his hand on your shoulder. ‘She's my girlfriend.’

Your cheeks turned even more red and you looked up at George. His cheeks were pink but he looked confident.

‘Well, isn't that wonderful!’ the old woman exclaimed and she took your hand. ‘Look at you, you're gorgeous! Craig! CRAIG!’

The man from the shadow stepped in the light. He was younger than the woman. Young enough to be her son.

‘Craig, this is (Y/N). George's girlfriend!’

Craig was way less impressed than his mother. He glanced at you, conjured a forced smile on his face at George and stepped back in to the darkness.

‘Oh, don't mind him, sweetie,’ Mrs Mavisson said and she waved her hand. ‘What can I do for you?’

You gave her the letter for your parents and explained where they were. It was quickly taken care of and after a jovial goodbye, you stepped outside the office into the sun.

‘Mrs Mavisson has worked her entire life in that store. The only way she'll leave is in her coffin,’ George chuckled and he took your hand.

Maybe you were wrong, but it felt like a weight had been lifted of George's shoulders. On the way back to the Burrow he talked happily and smiled, a lot more than this morning.

However, when the Burrow came in sight he let go of your hand and his smile faded. You immediately missed the convivial boy but you understood it too. Though George would never admit it to someone, home was not his favourite place. It was the place where his mother would scold at him for not doing his best at school or for not cleaning his room. The place where he was one of the Weasleys, the other twin. He was not George, he was a son.

‘If you liked this morning, we can do it more often,’ you suggested.

‘That would be nice.’

‘It would.’

A small smile returned on George's face and this time it stayed there, even when he stepped inside the kitchen and was surrounded by the whole family.

- -- -

The fire was burning and the heat spread through the whole living room. How wonderful the weather had been the past few days, so bad was it now. Though you didn't mind, there was something cosy about the rain and thunder outside while you sat in a sweater and woollen socks in front of the fire.

Ron and Harry were playing chess, with the help from Fred and George, on the floor at your feet. Mrs Weasley was darning socks in a rocking chair in the back of the room and Mr Weasley had disappeared in his garage. Hermione, Ginny and you were sitting on the couches talking.

‘Did you know Pansy is dating that Ravenclaw with the big eyebrows?’ Ginny asked.

‘But I thought she and Malfoy were a thing!’ you said.

‘No, I thought so too, but Luna said that the boy had confirmed it the last day of school.’

‘How awful must it be to date Pansy,’ Hermione sighed and you agreed with her.

‘Speaking of dating,’ Ginny started and you felt like she had been wanting to tell this for a long time. ‘I heard our sweet George is dating someone.’

A high pitched sound escaped your mouth but you hid in behind a cough. George looked up when he heard his name, not knowing what Ginny had said. Fred however had been following your conversation and was staring at you with an expression you didn't trust.

‘What's with me?’ George asked and you tried to sign to him not to. But he didn't see you and now turned to Ginny.

‘I heard you're dating someone,’ Ginny repeated.

George's eyes widened and he turned red. ‘I'm not dating anyone,’ he muttered and stared at the ground.

‘Come on! We're family! Tell us!’

‘There is nothing to tell.’

George got up and rapidly left the room. You felt bad for him, but figured it would only add to the rumours if you went after him now.

Fred got up too and walked after his brother. When he passed you he whispered, but so soft no one else heard him: ‘Don't tell.’

Nothing in Fred's behaviour showed he had said that and you almost thought you had imagined it, but before he disappeared you made eye contact with Fred and nodded.

Maybe Fred wasn't such a joker when it came to you and George after all.

‘I don't care what he says,’ Ginny said after Fred had gone upstairs too. ‘Amy saw him with someone on the last day of school. She didn't see who, though.’

‘Maybe it was just Fred with a wig,’ you joked and hoped Ginny would drop the subject.

‘Well, he must write her,’ Ron said from his position on the floor. He had beaten Harry at chess and was now involved in the conversation. ‘What if we got one of his letters?’

‘Or one of hers?’

You smiled at their plan that was doomed to fail.

The clock stroke eleven and Mrs Weasley, who had fallen asleep, scared up. She sent everyone to bed, but not before scolding at them for letting her fall asleep.

- -- -

You wanted to lie down in your bed, but there was already someone in it.

‘George!’ you whisper-yelled and George put his hand on your mouth.

‘I thought this was easier than waiting for everyone to be asleep,’ he explained.

You lied down next to him and breathed in his scent. The rain was slamming down on the window and muted the other sounds of the house. Everyone once in a while the room lit up and five seconds later the house shook from the thunder.

In silence you lied thinking about the conversation earlier in the living room. You were tired but you wanted to talk to your boyfriend. At night was usually when you and him caught up on each other's day. You had missed talking to him. Of course you had missed the romance, but in the two weeks at home you had realised how big of a deal George was in your life. At Hogwarts he was always around and you could talk to him any moment of the day. It was at home that you realised how much those little moments meant to you.

‘We don't have to talk,’ George said like he could read your mind.

You smiled sheepishly and buried your face in his neck. There was something about doing that that was comforting. You felt like the whole world disappeared for a moment when you hid in George's neck.

His hand was caressing your hair while you dozed off. The thunderstorm was still going on but you didn't even hear it anymore.

- -- -

A loud banging on your door woke you up. You slowly opened your eyes. That hollow feeling of loneliness filled your heart when you reached for the empty space next to you.

The banging continued and you felt the sound in your chest.

‘Who's there?’ you asked and the door opened.

Ginny was standing in your room her face glowing with excitement. She ran to you and dropped herself on your bed. Hermione appeared as well and she closed the door.

‘Gin, it's seven in the morning!’ you groaned and rubbed your eyes.

‘No time to be tired!’ Ginny exclaimed and she sat up straight. Only now you noticed the letter in her hand. She was waving her arms but you could read to who is was written.

‘Oh no, Ginny!’

‘It must be her! Who else would write him?’

‘His friends?!’ you asked and lifted yourself up.

‘I already woke up Harry and Ron,’ Ginny spoke, ignoring your comment. ‘They should be here any minute.’

And not long after she said that the two boys entered your room. The room was not big and with five people there was not a lot of space left. Ron sat down at the foot end of the bed and Hermione on the edge of it. Harry kept standing.

‘Ginny, what is so important you have to wake us this early?’ Ron grumbled at his sister.

She held up the letter and waved it in front of Ron's face.

‘She wrote him! I waited for the mail this morning and this letter was addressed to George!’

Ron's expression showed exactly how you felt.

‘Ginny, it could be one of his friends. And it is definitely not worth getting up for this damn early!’ he said.

But Ginny didn't listen to him. She ripped open the letter with excitement on her face. That didn't last long though. As she read more of the letter her face turned less happy and more into a frown. After she finished it she dropped her hands and stared at it.

‘And?’ Harry asked, but Ginny didn't answered. Ron took the letter from her hand and searched for the sender.

‘Lee,’ Ron said plain. ‘It's a letter from Lee. Not his girlfriend.’

‘It could have been his girlfriend,’ Ginny said with a low voice.

‘But it's not. Nice job, Gin,’ Ron said and got up. He left the room with Harry. Hermione placed her hand on Ginny's shoulder.

‘Don't listen to him. You are right; it could have been his girlfriend. Right, (Y/N)?’

‘Yes,’ you lied and put the letter back in the envelope. With your wand you closed it and gave it back to Ginny. ‘You might want to put his back before he notices.’

Ginny nodded and left your room swiftly. Hermione stared at you and you felt like you knew what was coming.

‘It's you, isn't it?’ she asked and squeezed her eyes.

‘Yeah,’ you smiled. ‘But please don't tell anyone. George- I mean, we haven't really told anyone, so...’

Hermione just smiled back at you and left you alone. Your groaned and fell back down on your bed. Great way to start a day.

- -- -

Your mood didn't get any better as the day went on. Ron apparently decided not to communicate with Ginny in any way but shooting her angry glares and George was silent the whole day, sitting in the corner of the room with a book in his hand. However, not once did you see him turn his page. And on top of it all, it was still raining.

You wanted to talk to him, tell him that there was nothing to worry about. Ginny would get bored by it within a few days and everything would turn back to normal.

However you couldn't talk to your boyfriend until the end of the afternoon. Mrs Weasley had asked her son to go to the store because she had forgotten something and you had offered to join, under the excuse of wanting some fresh air.

So now you were walking with George under an umbrella, arms hooked as soon as the Burrow was out of sight.

‘I love the smell of rain,’ you said. ‘And how everything looks right after it has rained.’

‘Hmm,’ George hummed and you looked at him.

‘Are you alright? Please, don't feel bad or forced to do anything because of Ginny's comment. Don't worry, she'll get sick of it in a few days.’

‘I know. I just don't think I am ready to tell them,’ George confessed.

‘Can I ask why?’ you asked insecure.

‘You saw how Ginny reacted! I can't tell them anything without it being blowed up. And then it is you!’

You held still and looked at George sharply.

‘What do you mean?’ Your voice was demanding and not as soft anymore.

‘They would freak out! (Y/N), I have been hiding our relationship for seven months! If I told them now they would- they would- I don't know! They would laugh at me, at us.’

George's words hurt you. You were standing in front of him with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. It didn't matter, it shouldn't matter what his family thought. But now it just sounded like you were not enough for his family.

‘So you are just never going to tell them?’ you snorted. ‘I don't care what they think George, you know that. I love you and that is all that matters.’

‘I love you too but-'

‘No, apparently not as much I do. Guess I am an idiot for not noticing after all this time.’

You stepped away from George into the rain. For seconds you stared at each other. The cold rain drops wet your shirt but you didn't care. You were focused on George's eyes and tried to read the expression in them. But you saw nothing. His eyes were empty.

The hot tears mixed with the cold rain on your face. The dark sky was lit up by a strike of lightening and thunder immediately followed. You turned around and started to walk away, back to the Burrow, half hoping George would run after you, the other half of you wanting to be left alone.

And he let you go.

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Day6 Eating You Out

CS2001 Masterportal

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took so long. I got this request like four months ago and I got halfway finished and then my life started getting really shitty and hectic. I tried to make it a little longer in compensation for how long it took. Hope you enjoy!

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You are in: Gaia, the dwarf planet. 

Word Count: 2.2K+

Sungjin

Getting eaten out by Sungjin would be a whole ass experience, I feel like he would be the second-best at giving head, right behind Brian. Sungjin is a whole ass dom, you can fight me on that one, but instead of being the kind of dom that gets off on teasing and torturing his sub *cough*Brian*cough*, he loves overstimulation and pleasing you and taking you way past your pleasure threshold.

Sungjin’s probably only going to give head as a type of foreplay, most likely the D is coming right afterward.

It would most definitely happen if he caught you touching yourself.

It had been a long day with him at practice and you lying around the house feeling incredibly needy for your boyfriend. You weren’t much of a brat so you didn’t send him anything to tease and make him come home and instead decided to go ahead and take care of the problem for yourself.

You were getting a bit loud so you failed to register the sound of the front door opening and closing with Sungjin’s arrival.

Practice had been let out a bit early and he was eager to have his little prince/ss back in his arms again.

It was only once he’d taken his shoes off that the sound of your sweet keening whimpers reached his ears. He could hear your breathy cries for him and his touch interspersed between your wanton moans and the sound only caused him to harden in his sweatpants.

Who was he to deny his baby what they craved?

You jumped slightly upon feeling your boyfriend’s fingers, deliciously rough and textured and calloused for years of playing guitar, gently run up and down your core, touch feather-light.

His eyes were soft but devious as he gave you a sickly sweet smile. “Did you miss me while I was at work, prince/ss?”

You could barely focus, his fingers were fucking you slowly now but you still managed to nod, hips rolling as you fucked yourself on his hand.

“You’re so cute when you’re desperate for me, little one.” he cooed, face between your legs now, smirking at the whine that escaped when his fingers pulled you away.

But before you had time to complain at the empty feeling, his mouth was on your core.

Sungjin didn’t waste time easing you into it, he didn’t want to tease, he wanted to have you overwhelmed, shaking, sobbing, cumming over and over again as you screamed the name of the man you loved.

“Fuck, Sung, slow down,” you cried, hips bucking against his face, your fingers needing to grip his hair to try and expend the electric energy that seemed to flow through your body from the pleasure he gave you, “Too much — please — I can’t.”

“You can take it, baby. Won’t you be a good little one for me?”

Jae

I don’t think Jae’s necessarily a dom or switch, I don’t think he really cares for power play when it comes to sex and he probably likes it pretty vanilla. Really, he kind of strikes me as a lazy lover as well, so you’ll mostly get eaten out if he doesn’t feel like having sex. Doesn’t expect even really think about a blow job in return but he’d probably die if you gave it to him.

“Jaeee,” you whined as soon as you stepped into your bedroom, making Jae groan from his spot on the bed, lying face down and looking like he was ten seconds away from hibernation.

“Baaaabe,” he called back in the same tone.He knew exactly what that voice meant and he did not have the energy right now.

“I wanna fuck.” you stated bluntly, throwing yourself down on the bed next to him, giving what you hoped was a cute pout.

Jae groaned.“I’m tired from practice, though.”

You were never one to harass your significant other for sex after they’ve said no, so you just nodded and got up to head to the bathroom and sort it out yourself until an idea struck Jae.

“Y/N, wait!”

You turned back to look at him, eyebrow raising in curiosity when you saw the cocky smirk on his face.

Didn’t he just say he was too tired for sex?

“I think my body would kill me if I tried to have sex right now, but there’s no reason you can’t sit on my face.”

You wanted to ask him where in the hell this was coming from since you two had never done anything like this before, but at the same time, your insanely hot boyfriend was offering to let you ride his face. Who were you to say no?

Jae’s smirk didn’t leave his face as you lowered your core down to his mouth with your knees on either side of his head.

Even though he was tired, he couldn’t help bringing his hands up to knead your ass, running his hands up the supple skin of your thighs as you moaned when his tongue made contact with the part where you needed him most.

“Jae,” you breathed out in relief as his tongue licked long, lazy strokes up and down your slit. It was almost relaxing, the warm feeling of his mouth on your body caressing you. Despite all his jokes and teasing words, even when Jae was bone-tired, he was more intimate with you than all your past lovers combines.

As your pleasure mounted, you began to want more, not even realizing that you’d started grinding onto his mouth as you chased your high.

But Jae had certainly noticed if the boner in his sweats was anything to go by.

He would most definitely be giving you the fucking you wanted once he woke up.

Young K

Brian��is a sadistic daddy dom, I’m sorry but I don’t make the rules. He doesn’t hurt you or anything (he’ll engage in choking and spanking if you let him but that’s for another post), but he will tease you until you cry. The only time Brian will let you cum from his tongue is when he’s jealous or been away for a while. You’ll be begging to stop coming then. But other times, Brian will draw sex out, bringing you to the brink of orgasm in at least three different ways before he fucks you.

You fucked up.

You had good intentions at first, just trying to be a supportive MyDay as you binged Day6 performances on Youtube on your day off. Somehow that turned into binging on videos of your boyfriend specifically, which inevitably made you horny.

It wasn’t your fault he was so hot.

What was your fault was sending a video of you touching yourself to Dowoon instead of Brian. Sure, it was an accident, but it was one that could have been avoided entirely if you’d just decided not to be a brat and wait until he got home.

You’d been planning on getting teased tonight, not overstimulated to the point of sobbing, but you knew exactly what was going to happen once your boyfriend got home.

Brian normally sent you a text once he left work, letting you know he’d be home soon. But there was no text today and his radio silence let you know that Dowoon snitched (even though you’d texted immediately after and said the video wasn’t meant for him.)

Ten minutes ago marked the normal time that Brian would leave JYP and you had about twenty minutes before he would be home.

At least that was what you thought before the door banged open and your boyfriend swaggered in, not looking at you yet as he leisurely peeled off his shoes, hoodie, and shirt in that order.

You were silent, eyes downcast as the anticipation mounted inside you with every step he took.

You lifted your eyes to look at him when you felt him push your thighs apart, kneeling between them and sliding your hips closer to his face before abruptly ripping your underwear.

You couldn’t help but blush under his hungry gaze, whimpering as he slides a long, calloused finger up and down your warmth. “You’re already so wet for me, baby.”

“Only for you, daddy,” you moaned.

“I know,” he said before burying his face in your heat, eating out like you were a meal and he’d been starved for years.

You came six times that night, once for each minute of the video.

Wonpil

Wonpil loves to please you. He will literally get hard as a rock just seeing you feel good, whether he’s being touched or not. While I don’t think that Wonpil is as much of a sub as he seems, and definitely not all the time, I do think he’s a pretty sub leaning switch and likes for you to rough him up just a little. He wants you to take control while he’s eating you out, he wants dirty talk, and he wants to be praised and told how much of a good boy he is. In exchange, he’ll use his mouth to make you feel better than you ever have.

“C’mere, love. I need you, need to feel your pretty mouth on me.” you moaned, looking at him with sultry eyes as you spread your legs to give him a glorious view of his favorite thing.

Wonpil was on his knees in an instant, whining as he kitten-kicks your core, letting out a long moan at your amazing taste.

You watched him through hooded eyes, biting your lips as you decide that his tongue is too good and you’re too needy, so you waste no time in tangling your fingers into his hair and shoving his face into your core.

Wonpil moans at the way you take control, but he doesn’t speed his tongue up, not yet.“Be a good boy for me, baby. Lick me harder and suck my clit,” you hiss.

Wonpil smirks a little as he follows your instructions, lapping up your juices and sucking on your bundle of nerves like it was the sweetest lollipop he’d ever had.

You moaned at the pleasure, back arching as you pushed his face deeper and ground on his tongue like he was your own personal toy. You could see one of his hands trail down to his bulge, rubbing at the hard-on that had formed.

He loved being used and ordered around by you.

“God, baby, your mouth is so good. You make me feel so good love,” you moaned breathily.

Wonpil groaned. In between your legs like this was the best place to be for him.

Dowoon

Dowoon absolutely loves eating you out. He might do it more than you actually have sex. Dowoon lives for all the foreplay and touching before actual sex. To him, it’s the main course and sex is the really explosive desert. He loves your taste and he loves being able to run his hands along your body and know that he’s the one making you feel so good. Eye contact while either one of you is receiving oral is also a big thing for him. Moan his name when you cum, tell him you love him and he’ll be gone.

It was one in a series of days that both you and Dowoon had a day off and you fully planned on taking advantage of it.

You were in nothing but a pair of underwear and one of Dowoon’s oversized t-shirts as you laid haphazardly on the couch, remote in hand, and channel-surfing for something good to watch. 

You were waiting on Dowoon to get out of the shower so you could cuddle, but when you saw your boyfriend emerge from the hallway, half-dressed and hair half-dry with water still dripping from his torso and a predatory look in his eye, you knew that cuddling was the last thing on his mind right now.

“I want to taste you,” he rasped, chuckling darkly at the eager nod you gave.

Dowoon bit his lip, a small smirk threatening to emerge at the way you whimpered when he licked a long stipe up your slit.

“You’re already getting so wet for me, love. Do I make you feel good?” he asked, his adoration for your practically written on his forehead as his dark, sultry eyes bore into your already-frazzled ones.

You nodded, not even aware of how your hands were gripping his hair. “Yes, Dowoon. You feel so good, so good to me,” you babbled as he licked his tongue in your entrance a few times before paying attention to your clit.

The shy boy that was usually your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. The way he licked and sucked at your clit, the way he kissed between your thighs, the way he moved his tongue in and out of you. It was all romantic, deep, sensual, like he was using his mouth to make love to you.

“Tell me you love me,” Dowoon mumbled as you were about to cum, one of his hands coming up to lace their fingers with yours.

“I love you! Fuck, I love you so much,” you moaned, arching into his mouth as your high came down on you. 

Gaia, the dwarf planet 

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We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 25

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 2765

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Alarm klaxons blasted throughout the base signaling heavy causalities were incoming.

Evelyn pushed her way into the command center, hearing the frantic radio messages and communications.  "Is it Black Squadron?" She asked, grabbing Kaydel by the arm.  When the younger woman wouldn't answer her because her aunt had given them strict orders to keep Evelyn out of the loop--Evelyn shouted, "Is it Black Squadron?"

Kaydel could only nod her head before getting back to work; Evelyn tore off towards the surface of the planet. This was the worst part of being grounded, she couldn't help out her team, she couldn't help Poe.  For the last two months she had watched as Poe led mission after mission, as she was forced to sit on the sidelines.  Heart thundering in her chest, Evelyn made it to the surface just as four x-wings touched down. Immediately she could see that they were heavily damaged and chaos broke out on the flight pad.

Medics were running in, fire crews were dousing the flames on the fighters, and people were shouting, trying desperately to be heard over the blaring alarms.  Evelyn ducked underneath mechanical crew and headed straight for Poe's x-wing.  BB-8 was being lowered from the socket, beeping wildly and the little droid rushed at her when he caught sight of her.

"It's okay, BeeBee," Evelyn assured him, even if in that moment she didn't feel it. 

"Lieutenant, I need you to get out of the way, ma'am," someone said behind her and she felt fingers grasping her arm. 

Evelyn turned to see a medic pushing her back as the hatch to Black One hissed open. Immediately the medics swarmed the fighter, she didn't even know she was holding her breath until she heard Poe shouting at them that he was fine.  Letting out the breath, she reached down and gave a very anxious BB-8 some belly scratches. 

Poe emerged from the cockpit, shoving his helmet at one of the medics before gingerly peeling himself out of the pilot's seat. "I'm fine!" he hissed when the medics insisted on looking at him. "Just some bruising; I'll live."

She didn't know why but that statement made her eyes fill with tears and she released her frustration in a choked sob.  BB-8 nudged her, trying to comfort her, and moaned softly that he was sorry she wasn't flying with them anymore; he missed her. 

"I miss her too, BeeBee," Poe said before pulling Evelyn into his arms. "It's okay; we're fine."

"I hate this, Poe," Evelyn whimpered against his flight suit which smelled like smoke and engine oil. "I hate that I'm not out there with you."

He pressed a kiss to her temple. Poe pulled away from her, wrapped his arm around her torso, and headed back towards the base. He was barely concealing the winces on his face as he walked, but she didn't argue with him.  "I need to speak to General Organa--update her on what happened out there."

Evelyn nodded and walked with him. She looked over her shoulder at the medics attempting to tend to the other members of Black Squadron. It turned out that all the pilots were equally as stubborn when it came to seeking medical treatment. Glancing back at Poe, she asked, "What did happen out there, Poe?"

Poe sighed, heavily. "A mess--a big giant mess.  We need to figure out whose leaking information to the First Order and we need to figure it out now. Otherwise, we're going to be dealing with worse than Karé breaking her leg."

"Karé broke her leg?" 

"Yeah, as we were escaping Terex and his thugs again."

"Who are you going to suggest replaces her?"

"You."

"Wait? What?"

He stopped and turned to face her. Poe could see the confusion in her eyes, after all, she had been grounded for two months.  "On the way back here, I got to thinking--our latest missions--those have been for your aunt--Dane has no idea what Black Squadron is doing.  As much as I hate the guy--he's not our mole."

She wasn't quite following his reasoning as to why he wanted her back on the squad.  Evelyn stepped aside as someone rushed by her, heading towards the surface.  "But you said yourself that there's no way Snap, Jess, Karé or L'ulo would betray the Resistance."

Poe nodded. "Yeah, that is until Terex knew exactly where to fire to disable Karé's fighter--she's lucky she got out of there with only a broken leg.  Who knows our fighters better than us, Evie?"

Evelyn paused, understanding flashing in her blue eyes. "Mechanics--they know our ships just as well as we do if not better. So you think...you think one of our mechanics is the mole?"

"Only theory that makes sense."

"Why would one of our mechanics betray us like this?"

"I don't know," Poe said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the command center. "But I intend to find out."

"How?" Evelyn asked, walking along with him.  "Are you even sure you know which mechanic it is?"

There was no response from him, partially because Poe didn't have any idea which mechanic was snitching on them, and partially because they had entered the command center and Leia was gesturing for them to join her in the situation room.  "Have a seat," she instructed the two pilots.  "We have a lot to discuss."

Evelyn shot Poe a glance as he sat down, wincing in pain as he did so.  A brief look of concern washed over Leia's face as she noticed the pain Poe was in, but knowing the commander, Leia didn't bring it up.  After this meeting was over, Evelyn was going to drag his ass down to the medcenter and have the medics look at him.  She didn't care if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming--he was going. She knew it was more than just some bruising. 

Leia called something up on the holotable, watching Poe and Evelyn's expressions intensely.  "Red Squadron was able to obtain the rest of those plans for the First Order base."

Poe blinked, eyes wide. "That looks a lot bigger than the Death Star."

"Because it is," Leia said, solemnly. "It's a base entirely built into a planet."

"How is the weapon charged?" Evelyn asked, anxiously.

"Agent Dane is working on decrypting the transmissions from Agent Lothor; engineers are looking at the specs."

"Is it operational?"

"Not yet. Maybe in another six to eight months."

Poe smiled, wistfully at Evelyn. "So... that gives us plenty of time to figure out how to blow it up."

Evelyn looked at him, incredulously. "I know you're trying to be funny... but at the same time you make a great point."

Leia shut the holoimage down.  "We might not have all the time in the galaxy, but... we have enough time that I think Black Squadron has earned a break, Commander."

Standing, Poe nodded his head, noticing that Evelyn was watching him closely.  "There's one more thing I wanted to discuss with you, ma'am."

"Yes. Evelyn is back on the squadron."

"What--how did you know that was what I was going to ask?"

The General's response was a gentle smile, and then an order for Poe to report to the med bay-- Evelyn offered to take him there herself. Poe argued the entire way out of the situation room that he didn't need to see a doctor, to which Evelyn argued that the wincing in pain every time he moved slightly was because she knew how hard he flew, how hard he pushed himself in the cockpit--she was taking him to the med bay.  

Chuckling, Leia shook her head.  Poe and Evelyn's bickering reminded her of herself and Han--L'ulo had been right all those weeks ago when he'd claimed that the young pilots were very much like a certain princess and smuggler.  Feeling a heaviness press on her chest, Leia hoped that Poe and Evelyn's story had a much happier ending that hers.

"How's the prince?" Snap asked when Evelyn joined the group of pilots at dinner.

"Stubborn," Evelyn responded, sitting down next to her brother. "But he was right--it really is just some bruising."

Kaleb laughed. "You're not going to live that down--that Poe was right.  He's going to remind you every chance he gets about this. Where is he anyway?"

Evelyn sighed and looked over her shoulder. "He went to take a shower, apparently he wasn't hungry." 

"Well, he's going to miss out," Jess said, holding up a bottle of brandy. "We're heading down to the lake after this to kickback."

"Sure you want him drunk again?" Kaleb quipped, grinning. "You do remember that last time he got drunk, right?"

"According to him--he wasn't," Snap chuckled.  

Kaleb frowned, slightly. He'd seen Poe a hell of lot drunker than he'd been the night down at the beach--but, Jas Dane had also not been around, hovering around Evelyn and calling her disparaging names. "Yeah well, thanks to him I have to deal with Dane and I'm pretty sure if I punch him my aunt is going to kill me."

Snap shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'd look the other way if I were her.  It's not like Dane doesn't deserve being punched--in fact, I'm pretty sure that if you did hit him, he probably would have done something to deserve it."

Evelyn had noticed that ever since the fight on the beach, Jas had been keeping his distance from Black Squadron, partially because Leia had assigned Kaleb's squadron to retrieve the transmissions from Lothor.  She didn't expect him, however, to change his attitude.  It would take more than Poe beating him up to accomplish that. She finished up her dinner, decided that she wasn't going join the other pilots down by the lake.

Jess looked at her, curiously. "Where are you going to go?" 

Smiling, Evelyn replied, "to make sure the prince doesn't get into any trouble tonight."

Sunset on D’Qar reminded him of home.  Poe climbed his favorite grassy hill, deciding to skip a night of drunken revelry with his friends, and opted for the quiet of a late summer sunset.  The sun was just beginning to dip into the horizon when he spread the thin, worn blanket out and sat down.  After being given the rest of the evening off, Poe had taken the opportunity the to freshen up after spending almost four days away from base.  It felt good to be out the flight suit and gear and in his familiar leather jacket. 

Cool metal brushed against his hand and Poe smiled.  It also felt good to have his trusty droid at his side. BB-8 had been following him around, concerned with how tired his master appeared, but Poe didn't mind.  After all, the little droid had kept his rekindled romance with Evelyn a secret since they had kissed on the light freighter months ago now.  Even though he was pretty sure everyone was aware that they were back together, BB-8 still hadn't said a word to the others.  Poe sighed, feeling his muscles ache. The mission had been dangerous but they had still gotten additional information that might lead them to Lor San Tekka.  Poe closed his eyes for a moment, letting the setting sun warm his face.  It had been a long day… an incredibly long day…

“Do you mind if I join you?” Evelyn’s voice questioned, quietly, behind him.

“Of course not,” Poe replied, opening his eyes.  He watched as she sat down next to him, sun reflecting in her copper brown hair.  Gods, is she beautiful, he thought as he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. “Not in the mood to join in on the drinking tonight?”

Evelyn shook her head. "No.  I think I've had enough of cantinas and bars and drinking for a while."

Poe chuckled and draped his arm over her shoulders, drawing her close to him. "Me too."

She snuggled against the perfect nook between his arm and shoulder, noticing that he winced slightly.  "Does this hurt?"

He kissed the top of her head. "For you, I'll take a little bit of pain if it means I can hold you." He turned his attention to the last bit of sunlight in the sky, watching as the sun dipped completely below the horizon and out of sight.  The air around them instantly cooled now that the warmth of the sun was gone and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Evelyn shiver.  “Are you cold?”

Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Evelyn shrugged. “A little; I didn't really plan a head when I went looking for you.”

“Here,” he said, starting to peel his jacket off, “take mine.”

“Poe,” she protested as he draped it over her shoulders, “you don’t have too.”

“I’m trying to be chivalrous here, Evie.”

“You don’t have to be!”

“I want to be!”

“Sometimes you're so difficult.”

He laughed at the remark, his dark brown eyes sparkling.  Poe held onto his jacket, now hanging over her shoulders.  “There. Warmer?”

She felt color rise to her cheeks underneath his gaze.  “Yes. Thank you.”

Poe held her gaze a little longer than he had expected to, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her.  Kiss her, he told himself, but was completely transfixed by her; her eyes, the curve of her lips, how his jacket was much too big on her…

Evelyn smiled at him, coyly.  "You know you can kiss me, right? I think I've established that I'm alright with that."

Slowly, using his hold on the jacket to guide him, Poe pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.  He released his hold on the jacket and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, guiding her towards the blanket.  Her mouth opened this his, and he deepened the kiss as he laid her down underneath him. 

Closing her eyes, Evelyn sighed, as Poe’s lips began to kiss her along her jawline, behind her ear, and then down to her collarbone.  She felt a fire spread across her skin wherever his lips touched her.

Poe pulled back, his left hand idly stroking her hip. “Hey, BeeBee-Ate?”

BB-8 beeped, his eye socket watching every move his master made.

“You can head back to base; I’m sure you need a recharge by now,” Poe said, kissing Evelyn, hungrily.  “Oh, and still not a word of this…to anyone… got it?”

There was a chirping affirmative from BB-8, before he rolled away, down the grassy hill and back towards the base.   Poe smiled as he leaned down to capture her lips once again with his own.  She yielded to his gentle pressure, allowing him to deepen their kiss.  He pressed her back into the thin blanket underneath him, his arms wrapping tightly about her, hands burying in her soft hair.  Their legs became entangled the heavier their kisses became, and he felt what little control he had over his senses slipping away as desire took hold of him.

He broke their kiss, breathing hard, and slowly pressed kisses into the hollow of her neck, dipping lower and lower until he was kissing the top of her chest.  Her hands tightened in his hair, he heard her little gasps of pleasure and felt a shiver run up his spine.

Poe pulled back, raising his head to gaze at her.  Evelyn was breathing just as hard as he was, her hair spread out around her on the blanket, evident that hands had been playing in it mere moments before. He grinned at her just before he kissed her once again and pressed his body into hers because he wanted to feel as much of her as he could between the fabric of their clothing.

Evelyn began to unbutton his shirt. One hand idly drifting south towards the waistband of his trousers…

....and his com link went off, interrupting the heated moment, and requesting that he gather Black Squadron to meet in the situation room.

"Damn it," Poe sighed after the com link shut down. "I knew having the whole night off was too good to be true."

"It has to be important if Aunt Leia is calling for us, after giving us the night off," Evelyn replied, idly playing with his curls.

Poe closed his eyes and nodded.  He sat up, holding his hand out to her to help her up.  Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath. "Let's go see what they want."

#star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #poe x oc #poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #evelyn skywalker (oc) #leia organa #snap wexley #jess pava #black squadron

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On-Air | Vernon/Hansol (I)

genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart? word count: 2880 a/n: oh my god i was stuck between wanting to write this for vernon, wonwoo, or woozi for the longest time, but ultimately decided vernon. i hope it fits him well! warnings include swearing, mentions of alcohol, and that it’s an extremely dialogue-heavy fic. as seen on my ao3

part ii

“Good evening, everyone. It is 9:48 on a Friday night and I am but twelve minutes away until I am free and only an hour and twelve minutes away until I have a drink in my hand. If you’re just tuning in, then you just missed my totally normal conversation with caller number three about her recurring ‘sock on the door handle’ dilemma with her roommate,” you sigh into the mic as a nostalgic smile appears on your lips. “I didn’t think people still do that stuff! I haven’t heard of a sock on the knob since my freshman year in college. You’d think people would be courteous enough to just shoot you a text, but nope, they can’t even do that, huh? Caller number nine, what do you think?”

“I think it’s just lazy and rude! I’d be pissed if I came home after a long night of studying at the library and see a damn sock on my door. If I were her, I would not give a fuck and just walk in.”

“Whoops, we’ll have to bleep some of that,” you chuckle. “Thanks for your input, number nine! Caller number thirteen, how about you?”

“I mean, I’d probably just go to neighbor’s dorm or somewhere else… I don’t really see a big deal about it, you know? Or she should just get back before her roommate does! Or tell the RA?”

“Number thirteen, I think we all know that no one likes a snitch,” you tease. “But thanks for your input. Anything to say, number twenty-two?”

“Just join them.”

“Whoa ok, that’s the end of that,” you said, cutting number twenty-two off before they could go further. “I think we have time for one more caller. You’re on the line, what can I do for you?”

“Hello, hi! Oh wow, I’m so nervous,” your caller giggled cutely. “S-So, there’s this boy…”

“There’s always a boy.”

“Yeah, right? So there’s this boy and I really like him. A lot. But I’ve never really said more than five words to him at a time. He’s just so cute that I get so flustered and I have to like, leave the lecture hall right away. He’s going to this party that I’ll be at tonight, and I really want to talk to him, but I don’t know what to say? Or do? Do you think I should drink before I talk to him? You know, liquid courage? Or-or how about -”

“Whoa, ok slow down! Take a deep breath,” you ushered. “Everything’s going to be fine. You don’t need a shot of some cheap vodka or a sip of some diluted jungle juice to get you through a conversation with this guy. Wait, is this your first conversation with him?”

“Yeah…”

“… Ok, maybe like, one shot will do the trick. But you know, I’ve definitely been there. I think the majority of us listening have definitely been there, too. It can be nerve-wrecking and terrifying, I totally get it. But once you start the conversation, once you get the hang of it, I assure you it’s smooth sailing from there. But you can’t be one of those people that stares him down waiting for him to start the conversation with you, you know? YOU gotta be the one to initiate. Show him you’re interested.”

“What do I even say? What do I talk about with him?”

“Definitely not school, the weather, his exes. Those are the three no-nos. I’d say… Start off by asking about him. Ask if he’s into the kind of music that’s playing, or what potato chip flavor should you choose to eat from the chip bowl, or if he’s a dog person or a cat person. If you approach him and you’re really way too nervous for a conversation at that moment, a usual go-getter is to ask them to play beer pong. Guys love beer pong for some reason. I don’t get it, but hey, if it works, right?”

“What if he says no…?”

You sigh lightly, briefly thinking about how many times people have asked you that question. “Then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Just like that?”

���You could waste your time pining after someone who doesn’t appreciate how wonderful you or you could spend your time finding someone who will. Men ain’t shit, you know?”

“_____!” Dj Wonwoo hissed.

“Sorry. We’ll edit that out,” you smirked.

“You’re right… But he’s soooo cute ~! Ok, I’ll try what you said and if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. Thanks so much, Honey!”

“No problem. All right, that’s about it for tonight. Remember to stay safe out there if you’re going out tonight, that no one is worth that one shot of vodka, and most importantly, to bring a hair tie for your long-haired friends that might need it when they’re throwing up in the toilet. I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thank you for listening to Honey Time Radio. This is Honey signing off.”

When the ‘On-Air’ light shut off in the studio, you took off your headphones and leaned back against your chair, letting out a loud groan.

“Can you at least try to keep the language clean!? The head of the department might suspend the show! Again,” Wonwoo scolds, hanging his headphones on the hook.

“Sorry, ok! I gotta support my girls out there and tell them the hard truth that men are trash.”

“You only say that because you don’t take your own advice, which I still don’t understand.”

“I am a complex woman, Wonwoo. I don’t need a man, anyways! Besides, it might blow my cover if I follow my own advice.”

“Whatever you say. You ready to go to Mingyu’s?”

“Yes, dear God. I need a drink so badly.”

“We were on air for only like, three hours today…”

“Being the campus’s advice guru is draining, ok.”

“You know Hansol’s going tonight,” Wonwoo said as you both approach the door.

“The goodie two-shoes that looks like a bad boy?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Ok, so?”

“So ~ what do you think about him?”

You look at Wonwoo with a cautious stare and see that he’s giving you another one of his weird smirks. “Uh, he’s cool, I guess.”

“That’s it!?”

“Well, what do you want me to say!? I barely know him!”

You’ve met Hansol only a handful of times all throughout your years in college. Actually, you didn’t really know many of Wonwoo’s friends because you’re so preoccupied with your own studies and thinking up topics to discuss on the show that you never bothered to socialze too much, which was completely fine with you, as it kept your identity as Honey anonymous. Your first impression of Hansol was the same as Wonwoo’s (which is never a good sign) - he looked like he was your stereotypical bad boy that gave absolutely no fucks. But the same day you met him you felt guilty because, surprise, he was actually really nice.

But aren’t they all at first?

“He always asks about you. Well, about Honey.”

“He’s not the first guy to ask you about her, what makes him special?”

“Hansol’s a special guy. You’ll see,” Wonwoo smiles as he knocks on the door.

“You said that about Mingyu, and look how that turned out.”

“That was clearly a mistake…”

“Dj Hyung ~!” a flushed Mingyu swung the door open, holding two cups of stuff at his fingertips. “And Noona! Here, drink this!”

He shoves the red cups in yours and Wonwoo’s hands and neither of you hesitate to chug it down.

“That’s the spirit. Come in, it’s just getting started!”

The music was already loud before Mingyu opened the door, but when you stepped into his apartment, you could barely hear your own thoughts. The hallways were crowed with people making out or waiting in line for the bathroom and the rooms were dark filled with people dancing.

“How’s my girlfriend Honey doing? Why isn’t she here with you guys!?” Mingyu pouted, guiding you and Wonwoo to the drinks.

“She said she had a, uh, project due at midnight, so she couldn’t come,” you lied. “She said happy birthday, though.”

“I’ll never get to meet the love of my life…” You cringed at his whining. Mingyu was a prime example of why you didn’t want to reveal yourself. Though if he ever does find out, you’re sure he’d back off right away.

In the kitchen where the drinks were, you see Hansol standing next to the punch bowl talking to a girl who seemed too shy for this kind of environment. She reminded you a lot like your last caller of the night. He saw the three of you approach him and he errupted with his wide, gummy grin that was too cute even for you.

“Hey!” he greeted the both of you, though it seemed his focus was more on you than your partner in crime. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss little Mingyu’s birthday for the world,” you said.

“I’m 21!” he screamed, shoving a shot of something in your hands. “Cheers!”

While your two tall friends take the shot, you toss yours into Hansol’s cup, who gladly accepts.

“S-So, Hansol!” Oh yeah, he was talking to someone else before you came and interrupted. Whoops. “Do you listen to Honey Time Radio?”

Your ears perked up at your name. You always loved hearing about what others thought about your show. It was enlightening and it helped you steer the show in a good direction.

“I love Honey Time Radio!” Hansol beamed, and you can’t help but smile with pride at his enthusiasm. “I want to meet her one day. She always sounds so profound and just amazing, you know? I want to have a conversation with her over a cup of coffee or something. Just to talk.”

A deep blush formed on your cheeks. In all the times you’ve heard boys talk about Honey, they only talked about how hot you sounded or how funny you were. Never had they said anything like wanting to just talk. Was hot in here or was it the alcohol?

“How about you, _____?” Hansol asked you, pulling away from your thoughts.

“H-Huh? Me?” You looked around the kitchen to find your scapegoats Mingyu and Wonwoo, but they’re nowhere to be seen. You cursed yourself for not paying attention. “Uh, yeah, I-I love Honey. She sounds like she cares for her listeners. She’s someone I can look up to,” you said, definitely tooting your own horn.

“Yeah, right!? It’s like she’s talking to you and you only…” You look at Hansol getting lost in his own thoughts and you feel proud that you had that sort of effect on him.

Well, that Honey had that effect on him.

The three of you hear glass break in one of the rooms, followed by Wonwoo screaming, “Mingyu, what the fuck!”

“That’s my cue to go,” you said, trying to escape being the third wheel. “I’ll see you later -”

“Wait, I’ll go with you!” Hansol said, speeding past you towards the crash and leaving the other girl speechless.

“Why did you leave? She was totally interested in you!” you asked.

“She was so bland! She asked me about, like, music and stuff…”

Uh oh, that might have been your doing. But that’s a great conversation starter, right!? Since when was music a bland topic to talk about!?

“You didn’t even want to give her the chance?”

“I just couldn’t do it. Besides, I’m too distracted trying to watch over Mingyu-hyung, since Wonwoo-hyung clearly can’t,” he chuckled.

You sighed as you followed Hansol, his hand grasping your arm as he pushed passed the people so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd. Just as you thought you were finally getting closer to figuring men out, you’re taken all the way back to square one. You silently apologize to all the people who took your advice and completely scratch that advice from your mental idea board.

In the living room, you and Hansol see Wonwoo picking up the broken pieces of a vase while Mingyu peaks through the curtains of his windows.

“Mingyu, what are you doing -”

“Cops! Cops are here! Every body out!” he screamed, cutting you off.

In a matter of seconds, all of the people in his apartment ran out the front door, the back door, through the windows, every orafice of the apartment, leaving only you, Hansol, Mingyu, and Wonwoo.

“How long have we been here,” you asked, helping Wonwoo pick up the pieces.

“Twelve minutes.”

“Great. I’m going home then.”

“Ok, I’ll stay here and watch over Mingyu - wait, where did he go?”

The three of you hear him loudly puking in the bathroom.

“At least he made it to the bathroom…” Wonwoo sighed.

“I’ll walk you home,” Hansol offered.

“Wait, what?” you asked, whipping your head to look at him. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with Hansol and make awkward conversation. “That’s ok, I can go by myself.”

“No way, not with all the crime alert emails we get every day. It’s too dangerous.”

“Yeah, _____, let him walk you home.” You could hear the pushy tone in Wonwoo’s voice as he tried to be subtle with you. When Hansol wasn’t looking, he mouthed to you ‘don’t fight it!’

“O-Ok,” you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Hansol beamed at your acceptance and followed you out the door. You tried to think up of at least five different conversation topics so that the walk wasn’t spent in silence. At least you wouldn’t ask him about music… But then what would you talk about!?

“So, how’s working with Wonwoo?” he asked you.

“A pain in the ass.”

“I bet. I’m surprised he does any work at all.”

“Actually, he does a lot more than you think,” you said. Wonwoo was infamously known for being a sleepy sloth, but when it came to the show, he put his whole heart into it, just like you. You - well, Honey - took pride in being his partner. “He does a lot of behind the scene stuff that no one gets to hear.”

“What do you do there?”

“I edit and upload the podcast. Honey likes to swear a lot, so I gotta bleep that out.” You came up with this fantastic lie when Mingyu first asked you what you did at the station. It wasn’t a complete lie - you just weren’t telling the whole truth.

“That’s so cool! Have you seen her before!?”

“A couple of times, but she always leaves to go back to her apartment.”

“Damn, I’m so curious about her! Every time I catch her show, I can’t stop thinking about her for the rest of the night. I’ve been begging Wonwoo for months to let me come down and meet her.”

“Jeez, months?” You blushed again at the mere thought that Hansol really wanted to meet Honey.

“Yeah. I meant it when I said I want to just have a conversation with her. Like, an intelligent one, about life or the stars, that cheesy shit, you know? No one seems to believe me when I say that, though,” he chuckled.

“She does have a lot of admirers.”

“Is it because her and Wonwoo have a thing going on?”

“Oh God, no!” you defended a little too quickly. You cleared your throat when Hansol raised his brow at you. “No, no, absolutely not, that’s just… No, that’s gross. Honey and Wonwoo? Never.”

“… Do you have a thing for Wonwoo?”

“I love Wonwoo, but you know, not like that.”

“Whatever you say, _____ ~”

You arrived in front of your apartment not long after. When you turned to say good bye, you were stunned by the soft smile he gave you. It was genuine, like he was happy that you let him walk you home.

“Thanks for walking me. You really didn’t have to,” you said.

“But I wanted to! Besides, I heard that you think I’m some kind of bad boy.”

“Dammit, Wonwoo! That was when I first met you! Not anymore, I swear.”

“It’s because I walked you home, huh?” he smirked.

“That, and that I also need to not judge people so quickly.”

“Well, that just means we need to hang out together more.”

“Hangout?” you asked, not sure if you heard correctly.

“Yeah. Let’s grab lunch together sometime. Or even just study. I heard you’re pretty good at Biology, and uh, I’m kind of failing it right now.”

“Only if you help me in English.”

“It’s a date!” he grinned. “Well, a lunch date… Study date… Y-You know…”

“Yes, I get it,” you laughed.

“Can I get your number? Or e-mail, or something…?”

Oh no, he was so cute tripping over his words… You mentally slapped yourself to get it together. You held out your hand as a way to ask for his phone and put in your number.

“Cool! I mean great. I mean thanks… I’ll just text you.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Hansol gave you a shy wave good bye as he walked away. From a distance, you could see him shake his head from embarrassment.

Wonwoo was right - Hansol’s quite the special guy. You could already feel yourself dig a hole that you might not make it out of.

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[writing-yj]

Kid Flash x Reader: Can’t Stop Christmas

Anon:  18 🎄 with the one and only Wallace West 😩 pretty please 😁

18: “I’m not letting this stop us from having a Merry fucking Christmas!”

Word Count: 1633

Warning: Nothing much, just fluff!

A/n: This is kind of short, my bad! I did this all in one sitting; I gotta get my ass moving if I want to get the rest of the Christmas imagines done by Christmas!

“Of course we have a mission on Christmas.” You hissed under your breath. “This total bull, I worked so hard on all the presents I’m going to give out, and there are a lot.”

“You’re the one who jinxed it, Indigo.” Artemis said. “And can’t you just manifest your presents? Your manifestation can do that, right?”

You grumbled, “No, it can’t. Object manifestation wouldn’t have as much meaning behind it if I used it for gifts.” You had a very unique superpower: Object manifestation. You could summon, create, and manifest any object out of thin air, but at the expense of your energy. Luckily, you had a very high stamina.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” M’gann said through her communicator. “I can’t wait to see what they are!”

“The faster we get this mission done, the faster we can get back home to celebrate,” Kaldur replied. “Split up and search your assigned area of the cave system. We must stay on radio silence the moment we go in, so you all must use the mind link instead.”

You used your comm to confirm your understanding. “Whatever you said, Water Boy! Indigo, out.” Right before you turned it off, you heard quiet laughter from the others and Kaldur sighed at the silly but sentimental nickname you gave him a few days after you founded the team with the others.

The area of the cave system you were assigned was dark, so the night vision mode in your mask was needed. The underground cave was actually very beautiful; there was the occasional crystal cluster and shimmering pool of water, along with some harmless snakes and some bats were flying around above you.

“I could get used to this...” You whispered to yourself as you looked around.

“Get used to what?” Wally asked loudly next to you and he was almost instantly hit with a mean uppercut to the jaw. “Son of a-”

You scowled at him while your heart continued to pound in your chest. “That is entirely your fault! Don’t sneak up on me!” Your boyfriend knew full well that your reflexes were top-notch, and especially to not sneak up on you.

“You didn’t hear me? Was I really being that stealthy?” Wally asked with great enthusiasm.

You glared at him again. “You have super speed, Wally. I don’t think I had time to hear you.” 

He threw an arm around you. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He rubbed his jaw with his other hand. “But damn, you sure know how to punch. I think you’ve gotten better.”

“I could have knocked you out, you know.” You scolded him. “You need to be careful.”

Wally chuckled. “I can’t make any promises. By the way, I finished my section of the cave. It was completely empty, so I decided to come hang out with you.”

“Hang out or make out?” You knew Wally well enough to ask these kind of questions. He always wanted to kiss you, touch you, hold you, love you. Saying he treats you well is quite the understatement. 

Wally’s smirk made you weak in the knees. “Whichever one you want, babe. Personally, I-” 

Suddenly, rocks started to fall behind you. They landed in a huge, immovable pile before Wally could try to run you both out. Instead, he runs you further down the cave system to avoid anymore falling and fatal hazards.

You squeaked when he skidded to a stop in front of a dead end. Neither of you saw an exit on the way, and you filled with dread when you realized you were both trapped. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We’re-”

“Trapped, yes, I know.” Wally grunted when he put you back onto your feet. “And I can’t vibrate through walls. Can you manifest one of drills or bulldozers?”

You looked at him in slight alarm. “I know I have a high stamina but I think I’ll pass out if I try that.” You were very angry about being stuck in a cave on Christmas of all days.

Wally turned on his comm. “Guys, we’re stuck in Indigo’s section of the cave. The exit caved in on us and we can’t get out.” He was met with static. “And we have no signal, that’s just fantastic. We’re stuck in a damn cave for who knows how long. We probably won’t even get back in time for Christmas.” Sarcasm dripped from his words; he sounded just as upset as you did.

“I’m not letting this stop us from having a Merry fucking Christmas!” You snapped and you start pointing in various spots. A Christmas tree appeared to your left, and small table and two chairs popped up in front of you, a long string of Christmas lights hung themselves along the walls, and with a loud clap, a huge, hearty Christmas dinner filled the table. You pulled the chair out for Wally and said casually, “Take a seat. Stay a while.”

He gaped at the scene in front of him. One moment you two were standing in a dark cave. A few minutes later, the small cavern is lit with lights, a Christmas and there’s a shit ton of food for Wally to eat right in front of him.

“You don’t mess around when it comes to Christmas and I am eternally grateful.” Wally plopped down in his seat and dug in. You just sat in your chair and watching him with a warm smile. “Wow, this food is better than anything I’ve ever tasted. Can you manifest all of my meals from now on?”

“Manifesting food is a little more challenging;” You said and you laughed nervously. “I probably shouldn’t have done it because I may or may not have used way too much energy?”

Wally felt horrible and he reluctantly stopped eating. “Well don’t do that! I don’t want you to pass out on me!”

“Food is part of Christmas and it’s a little obvious that we aren’t getting out any time soon,” You shrugged and you started eating. “You need energy and I want to give you a relatively good Christmas in a cave that we are currently unable to escape from.”

As you paid attention to eating your food, Wally looked at you lovingly with a quiet sigh. Even though he wasn’t happy that you gave a ton energy so he could have some, he always thought you were the kindest, most beautiful girl in the world. 

This went on for about ten minutes and when you noticed he wasn’t eating, you were very concerned. Kid Flash doesn’t just ignore an entire dinner without eating some of it, if not the entire thing. “You alright babe?”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

His question caught you by surprise, but you answered it. “By asking me out every day ever since I joined the team until I finally said yes around two months later. That took a hell of a lot of commitment, I’ll give you that.”

“That’s not what I meant, but you’re right. You were stubborn as hell. Well, you still are, but it took me forever to sweep you off your feet.”

“Robin offered to pay me at least two hundred bucks to say yes so you would stop talking to him for hours about me.” You snitched on Robin with no hesitation. “But I thought you were cute and you certainly had your way with words.”

Wally choked on his food. “He did what?!”

“I told you. He offered to pay me big bucks to say yes so you would stop gushing about me like a schoolgirl.”

He stood from his seat and was ready to run back to where the rocks fell. “I can’t believe this; when I get my hands on him-”

“Wally, n-” You stood from your chair, but your legs gave out almost immediately and you crashed to the floor. Manifesting food took more out of you than you thought. 

He gasped and knelt down next to you. “Oh crap, are you okay? Are you hurt? Oh God..... Are you okay?” Wally started panicking until you harshly whacked his leg.

“The shit I do for you, Wallace...” You looked up at him with a straight face.

It took him a moment, but he realized that it was simply because you lost a lot of energy from creating this mini-Christmas. “Hey, you were the one who decided to do all of this!” He exclaimed as he lifted you into his arms.

“You were the one who was ten minutes away from complaining about being hungry. Don’t deny it!” You countered, but you were in no position to do much else. Your furrowed eyebrows and borderline pouting face were adorable as heck and your boyfriend couldn’t keep a straight face.

Wally just chuckled and looked down at you, thinking about how adorable you are. “Thank you very much for the food and decorations, (Y/n).” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

With a quiet grumble, you said, “You too, West.”

“Oh, we’re going on to last names, are we!?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I swear to God, Wallace, if you even think about tickling me-”

“Thought made and put into action!” He cried out and started to tickle you mercilessly. 

“If you don’t stop tickling me, I swear I’ll- what did I just say?! You can forget mistletoe tonight!”

#kid flash #kid flash x reader #kid flash imagine #wally west #wally west x reader #wally west imagine #young justice #young justice imagine #young justice x reader #young justice season 1 #renandcamychristmas2k17 #prompt #prompts

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bambam » tteokbokki & a hot shower

i got the idea of doing this from reading a bed sharing AU i found on Tumblr, you can find it here. i take no credit for these prompts or gifs, however i do take credit for writing these stories.

mark | jaebum | jinyoung | jackson | youngjae | bambam | yugyeom

title - tteokbokki & a hot shower prompt - “you’re severely depressed these days and i’m too scared to leave you alone so yes this is the only solution please accept my hugs.” pairing - kunpimook bhuwakul/em!reader tags: depression, friends-to-lovers, tears, lots of tears, angST??, you as a waitress, your boss was an asshole tbh, but not the point, first kiss, bed sharing word count - 2,748 words author’s note - i personally, have never experienced depression –  i hope i don’t offend anyone… ALSO IM ALMOST 100% CERTAIN BAMBAM’S FAMILY MEMBERS ARE FINE I JUST NEEDED ANGST ok enjoy also sorry if it’s BAD

There were a few signs you’d caught on to before you finally decided your best friend was depressed. To be honest, you were surprised. He was such a happy person – such a bright soul, always bouncing around everywhere with such excitement and energy. And he still was that way after you realized how deep he was in everything.

You noticed he stopped showing up on time to practice – that he had a harder time than normal to get down the steps for the routines.

You noticed he began to slip up on his language skills; something he’d been working so hard on, almost to the point where you’d have to repeat yourself twelve times to get him to focus and understand what you’d really said.

You noticed he wore the same shirt and pants, and even socks, to practice for two weeks straight – and you knew it didn’t have anything to do with the washer and dryer at the dorms because the other members had no problems.

You noticed he began to distance himself, only a little bit because he didn’t want to worry the other members, from everyone else. That he found himself quieter among group dinners and V-Live’s.

Unless he was with his members in public where he knew photos were going to be taken, he hardly ever smiled.

These were only a few of the signs, but you knew them.

It was hard to believe that the most lively member of GOT7, BamBam, had depression. But the final straw was when you actually went to the dorms to confront him about it. Everyone was worried about him, and given that you were able to get through to him better than Yugyeom, it was up to you to talk to him. “Please, (Y/N), talk some sense into him.” Jaebum said from the receiver of the phone as you rode the subway to their dorm, his voice echoing in your ear drums.

“Jaebum, not everything is that easy as ‘having a talk.’ You have to approach this type of situation as if you were approaching a live bomb. You have to be gentle and work carefully to resolve the problem.” You retorted, not worrying about the volume of your voice because of how empty the car of the subway was.

The story of how you came across being friends with GOT7 was sort of a whirlwind, if you will. You were minding your own business, waiting tables in a less-than-busy restaurant when you heard the sounds of loud, booming voices enter. You had looked over, only to find those voices belonging to the members of GOT7, whom to you were nothing but a K-pop idol group you saw on T.V. and heard on the radio. You weren’t a big fan at the time, and took them as normal, writing down their orders, giving them their drinks – the things a normal waitress would.

However, things were going particularly horrible that night – your boss, who scared the hell out of you by the way, decided to make a surprise visit and it was throwing you off your game. You so far had dropped four full plates of food, and managed to spill blistering hot coffee down your arms and front apron because you were so nervous. You had probably about 3,000 won in tips – as opposed to your normal shift at maybe 50-60,000 won – and were ready to quit.

You had brought them their drinks, and thankfully hadn’t spilled anything so far. On your way out, however, you heard a small, 'excuse me’ come from the table. You had looked behind your shoulder, turning and giving the most muscular member your full attention, and he looked down at his drink before looking at you. “I think I forgot to order this right,” he began, “I forgot to order it with your phone number.“ Mind you, he said all this in English, which caused a small laugh to leave you, along with a small eye-roll at the attempt of a pick-up.

You’d find out his name was Jackson – and he was like that with every pretty face he saw. You had conversed with the group, making small talk and letting go from your daily stress, almost for too long before you heard the familiar voice of your head cook’s shouting out the order, and asking why you hadn’t picked it up yet. This caught your boss’ attention.

Immediately he began yelling at you, about the other customers (mind you, it was nearly 11 PM and there were maybe two other tables you had – all of which had their food) and about how careless you were being. He had shouted about how he knew it was a bad idea to hire a foreigner, before ever so easily firing you. On the spot. In front of everyone.

You’d left the restaurant, throwing your apron at your boss, and storming off home. It wasn’t until maybe four days later, while job hunting, you found an ad looking for a secretary. It seemed simple enough, you had enough experience with keeping things organized and in order with working at the restaurant.

Little did you know, this job as a secretary would be for the one and only JYP himself, the owner, operator, and creator of JYP Entertainment. You had showed up the first day of work only to see the faces of those boys you’d served in the restaurant. They were surprised to see you, and were happy to see you again after that awful situation.

You grew to be great friends with them, especially the group’s second youngest – Thailand’s one and only, Kunpimook Bhuwakul.

You and him did everything together; he would help you with your Korean mishaps, he would show you top secret choreography routines, and would treat you to meals out with the group. He was sweet, and treated you like his best friend.

Which Yugyeom was low-key offended about in the beginning.

But he got over it.

But back to the present.

“We just want him to be okay again. We want him to be back to the way he was before.” Jaebum stated and you sighed, walking off of the subway car as it was your stop, and you walked out and up to the street, the familiar scenery of convenience stores and coffee shops catching your eye in the street lights and reflections of the car head beams.

“Depression can’t be cured overnight, Jaebummie. But I can promise you I can try my best. I’m hanging up now,  I’m here.”

“We’re all counting on you, (Y/N), please take care of him.” Was what you caught before he ended the call and you stood before the dorm, breathing in the cold air of the fall season.

You walked up to the door and knocked a few times before the door was answered. It was BamBam, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a while, his face puffy from what looked like crying. It broke your heart to look at, and you curled your arms around yourself as to keep yourself calm and resolved in the current situation.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, opening up the door further, stepping outside to meet you. “What are you doing here? It’s nearly ten at night.” He stated, and you took in a deep breath, your fingers fidgeting as you looked at him.

It was now or never.

“Can we talk?” You asked, “inside, preferably? It’s freezing out here.” You deadpanned, and he hesitated. You could see it on his face. He knew exactly what you were here about. “We couldn’t have a conversation over the phone? Or at the building tomorrow? Why right now?” He was deflecting the purpose of your visit, and you sighed.

“Kunpimook,” you said, which you rarely ever used his first name – it was how you showed when you were serious, and you could see his facial expression shift as he looked down to the concrete below his feet. “Please. I wouldn’t have come all this way so late if it weren’t important.” You finished, and he bit his lower lip, nodding his head slightly as he stepped aside for you to walk in before following behind you and shutting the door.

You took off your shoes, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch cross legged. BamBam stood a few paces away from you, leaning against the doorway, and you ran a hand through your hair, trying to clear some sort of tension in the air.

“How long?” You asked, catching his attention as his eyes flickered to you.

“How long what?” BamBam shot back to which you didn’t miss a single beat in response. “How long were you planning on hiding this from us?”

That seemed to keep him quiet. You had to plan your moves carefully. People reacted to such interventions differently. Some went into hysterics, like you had, and had a breakdown. Some were defensive and cold – Like BamBam was, and were in complete denial that anything was wrong. All of them had to be handled differently. You just hoped you were doing it right.

You stood up and walked over to BamBam, your hands clasped in front of you. “I think I know the source of it too.” You began, taking a deep breath. “Yugyeom and I were talking a few weeks ago and he told me you’ve had a hard time getting a hold of your family back home.” You confessed, to which BamBam scoffed, turning away. You could see the pain on his face, the tears pooling in his eyes.

That was it.

You’d hit a nerve.

“Fucking snitch,” he snapped, beginning to walk away which you’d caught his arm. “Being homesick is nothing to be ashamed of, Kunpimook-” he cut you off by ripping his arm forcefully from your grip, causing you to stumble slightly but you’d caught your footing.

“It’s not just being homesick, (Y/N)!” He snarled, turning around to face you. Now you were getting somewhere. He was taking it out on you, but it was progress. “M-My mom.. she’s sick and no one is picking up their fucking phones she could be d-dead by now for all I know!” He hiccuped, beginning to pace back and forth.

You hated seeing him like this. You hated seeing your amazing, happy-go-lucky best friend in such pain. It felt like it was crushing your heart from the inside out. “If I was there, I’d be able to help her. What the fuck is the point of me being here when they need me most over here, (Y/N)? Can you answer that?!”

You decided to let this ride out, hearing him scream out his grievances until he was a puddle of just pure tears on the floor, curled up in a ball. You walked to his side, crouching down and moving his hands away from his face. “Kunpimook… It’s okay to admit when you’re not stable. If you’d mention your worries to JYP-nim, he would understand and more than likely send you home to be with your family.” You told him.

“Everyone here cares about your health. Everyone here wants you to be okay, and you’ve let your repression of your feelings go on for far too long. It’s affecting your work. It’s affecting your relationships with your friends – with me.” You explained, all the while wiping his tears and caressing his hair and face.

“You need to take care of yourself better, and that’s what I’m here for. To give you the wake up call you need and help you through his. We’ll talk to JYP-nim in the morning and talk about getting you on a flight back home. But you’ve gotta put yourself first.” You explained, to which he nodded softly.

“I want you to go and take a hot shower – wash off all that exterior stress. I’m going to get you something to eat so you can sleep better tonight. You need it.” You ordered halfheartedly, helping him to stand and you nudged him in the direction of the bathroom.

You quickly cooked up a few servings of tteok-bokki, figuring he’d be starving, and before you’d even realized it, an hour had gone by. You felt arms wrapping around your waist as you began to pour a hefty amount into a bowl and you could tell by the lanky frame it was BamBam. You could smell the lingering scent of his body wash and shampoo, his hair still damp as he held you tightly.

“What would I do without you…” He whispered into your shoulder and you stifled a laugh. “Who knows, but you’re with me now and I promise to make sure you’re well.” You said. It’d be a long road from now to cure his depression, but you knew with the right type of conditioning, you could bring his thought process back to it’s original state.

BamBam sighed, “food smells good.” He mumbled, and you could tell he was tired. “Yeah? How about you eat a few bowls and then you can go to sleep? I’ll even wrap you up like a little burrito.” You offered and he laughed dryly, letting you go and reaching around you to grab the bowl. He took a set of metal chopsticks and slurped up some of the dish, a throaty groan of appreciation leaving him and you giggled a little.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” BamBam started after swallowing. “For everything… really.” He finished, chewing on some more of his food before washing it down with some water, and doing something you hadn’t thought would happen tonight. He kissed you on the cheek – relatively close to your lips.

You and BamBam were always fairly affectionate – skinship, hugs, maybe a kiss on the forehead or two, holding hands, etc. But that was the closest you’d ever gotten to actually kissing him. You didn’t think anything by it, instead grabbing your own bowl and scarfing down enough to fill your mouth so you couldn’t talk about it.

After eating and cleaning up, surprisingly with the help of BamBam, you two headed to his shared room to put him to bed. You had prepared to head home afterwords, catch the last subway train back to your own apartment, but when the thought actually dawned on you, you’d decided it was a horrible idea.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” He asked as you climbed into bed with him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. “With how you’ve been acting these past few days I’ve realized it’s a terrible idea to leave you alone.” You told him, and he sighed, looking down at you in the dim light of the room. “I can’t really argue with you there.” He deadpanned, his eyes scanning over your face, rolling over, and shutting off the lamp – immersing you in darkness.

It was silent for a while before you heard a small groan. “BamBam? What’s the matter?” You mumbled, just barely falling asleep before he rolled over to where the lamp was, turning it on and whipping back around to you. “I’m sorry, (Y/N)-” he said before cupping your cheek with his free hand and kissing you.

Well.

That certainly woke you up.

He pulled away, his plump lips letting out a sigh of relief as he let his head fall back.

I-

“Wh-what was that for-?”

“I figured with all the feelings that have been thrown around tonight I’d confess sooner or later.”

To be honest, you weren’t surprised. You had a feeling, but you weren’t sure. You took a moment to process things, before your blushed and curled your body around his, burying your face into his shoulder with a small squeal. You could feel his laugh shake his body, another kiss falling on your cheek before he reached over and shut off the light again.

“Who would’ve known tteok-bokki and a hot shower would’ve opened my eyes to everything I’m missing.”

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#kunpimook bhuwakul #got7 bambam #bambam #got7 kunpimook #got7 scenarios #got7 bed au's #got7 reactions

[hunnybadgerv]

Solitude: Before I See | Chapter 35: Keys to the City | Saints Row

Summary: Aisha’s death seems to be affecting her negatively. Troy is still feeling pulled between his life undercover and his position on the force, especially with his handler pushing for Bradshaw’s help to cultivate snitches.

a/n: Thank you for your patience with my updating. I will be working on Nanowrimo in November 2017 so there likely won’t be an update until the New Year. Apologies in advance.

Links: AO3 | FFnet

35 Keys to the City

-1-

The sun still painted the horizon in oranges and pinks, but for the most part night had taken hold in Stilwater. Neon buzzed, street lamps spilled pools of light on potholed streets, and the alley behind Johnny’s building was dark as ass when he pulled into the spot he claimed near the back door. A hint of a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He’d been right. Furia would and did beat him there, and by the looks of it she had been waiting there for him for quite some time. She was perched on the side of the hood looking more than a little irritated.

Even so, he took his sweet ass time pulling into his favorite spot before he sauntered across the alley. “You know, I’ve never seen anyone able to talk Troy out of his keys as easy as you.”

“What can I tell you? I’m charismatic as hell. I can talk anyone into just about anything,” she replied, hopping down and looking up at him. “So, we doing this, or not?”

Her desire to get right to business made him just want to harry her more. “Oh, I’m sure you used that mouth, but I doubt there was much talking.”

“Vete ala puta verge[i], mamón[ii].” Furia lunged at him.

Johnny just laughed as he blocked the punch she threw and pulled her against him. “Ever heard that saying?” he chuckled as she pushed him away. They both shifted back a step.

She looked like she could spit nails. No wonder half the guys in the crew were trying to get into her pants. There was something intriguing about the combination of her kind of passion and power.

“Chingate guey[iii],” she said, throwing her hand in the air. “You got work or not?”

“Methinks she doth protest too much.”

That stopped her rant and that pissed off look took a curious bent.

“Yeah, I read Shakespeare. What of it?” Johnny told her.

She just shrugged, but at least she didn’t look like she wanted to stab him anymore. “You said forgettable. Do you have any idea how many black Bootleggers there are in this city? Too damn many,” she shot back in a more sensible tone.

Johnny gestured toward the car. “Open the trunk.�� She rounded the vehicle and he stopped near the rear, watching her. “I still say Troy either really wants to get a taste or your sucking his dick. I’m mildly curious to know which?”

After releasing the trunk latch, Furia gave him the kind of look one might get from a librarian for being all raucous in the library. “You’ll have to ask Troy about the first, but I’m not sucking anyone’s dick.” It was true enough, even if she could have made an assumption about Bradshaw’s interests. Of course, even so she wanted to believe he didn’t let her nick his keys just for that reason alone. “Now, where’s this thing you need me to move.”

“Right here,” Gat said, smoothing his hand down his chest and giving her a wink as his thumb hooked in his waistband, his fingertips grazing his fly.

“Seriously? You dragged me out in the damned cold, made me promise a favor because my car is too orange, and for what?”

“Sexual favors?” he asked, leaning toward her and waggling his eyebrows.

“Carajo. Would you get your mind off my pussy?”

He just gave her another salacious glance. “Easier said than done. I assure you.”

“I’m out. Call Marco or someone else whose sex life is more interesting than mine. They’ll indulge your dirty, little mind, I’m sure,” she said as she walked toward him and put her hand on the trunk to close it.

“Damn, you can be a kill joy. Clearly, we have to get you laid more. You’re too cranky. Need to release some of that pent-up aggression.”

“Johnny.”

Damn, he hated and kind of liked the way she said his name like a librarian trying to shush him. No matter how much it kind of tingled along his nerves, his tone went serious. “I need you to drive me somewhere.”

“In the trunk?” she asked, her brow furrowing over her hazel eyes.

Johnny stared at her for a long time, willing her to read his mind. “I need to check in. With everything going on, you know?” His voice quieted and the playfulness sobered.

He could see the realization wash over her face as the scowl loosened and Furia sighed. “I get it. Where am I going?”

He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and handed her the garage door opener as well. “Just pull into the garage. And you’ll have to wait.”

Another sigh. “Of course, I will.”

“You got something better to do?” he snapped.

She straightened, clearly bristling. “How could that possibly ever be the case?” she said smartly, returning to the driver’s door of the car.

Johnny climbed in the trunk and pulled it closed.

He didn’t know what was eating her, but clearly something was amiss. Of course, that thought derailed after the first turn. The force of the tight right shifted things in the trunk. A heavy metal box hit him in the back of the head. Gat swore and pounded on the back of the seat.

“Calm the fuck down! This ain’t a damn race.”

Her reply seemed to come with a hard, braking maneuver that rolled him into the back of that same seat.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too,” he grumbled. The volume on the radio increased. “At least, it’s a good song.” He doubted that she heard his statement, but it didn’t really matter. He leaned his head back on one hand and tried to relax, but Furia seemed bound and determined to make that impossible.

Between the sharp turns, rapid accelerations, and the way she slammed on the brakes at every opportunity combined with the loose junk in Troy’s trunk, Johnny was certain he was going to climb out trunk bruised to high hell. Eesh would probably think he got into a fight.

The third time something crashed into his head, he resolved to tell Troy to clean out his trunk the next time he ran into him.

When the car slowed, Gat assumed that meant they were pulling up the drive. It was confirmed when it stopped and crept forward slowly. He shifted in anticipation of the trunk opening, but this time Furia took her sweet ass time, perhaps paying him back for the alley.

She grinned at him as she lifted the deck lid. “There you go, one body delivered safe and sound.” When he climbed out he realized what had taken so long. She’d backed in and waited for the garage door to close, before opening the trunk.

“Might have to take issue with the sound part,” he grumbled.

“You’re still in one piece.

“Do you always drive like that?”

“Sí. Always.” She lifted one shoulder, then reached up and slammed the trunk lid.

Johnny just chuckled. “I’ll be back shortly,” he told her as he entered the house.

With the click of the door behind him, an acrid smell wrinkled his nose—a mix of smoke and melted plastic. It shifted everything about his mood and piqued his concern. He passed through the kitchen, noticing the smoke alarm hanging precariously from the ceiling. Peeking in the sink, he found singe marks along with traces of ash and some blackened gunk. That was a worry for another day, he decided, and continued his search for Aisha.

Just in case she was sleeping, Johnny didn’t call out. He wouldn’t want to wake her if she was finally resting. Finding her in the bedroom, he held out hope that she just might be asleep. Of course, that was too much to hope for, he realized when he noticed a glint from the bottle in her arms as the television flickered with images from her funeral earlier in the day.

“Why are you watching this?” he asked, tapping the power off on the remote. The room was completely bathed in darkness thanks to some really powerful black out curtains. He felt for the edge of the bed and heard rustling just before the light on the bedside table flashed on and blinded him for a second.

She didn’t answer the question, though she did sit up a little when he climbed onto the bed. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was small, so unlike the woman he’d known for what seemed like forever.

“Came to see you.” Johnny coaxed the bottle out of her hand and set it on the nightstand.

“I thought you couldn’t risk it.”

He laughed quietly as he draped his arm over her shoulders.

“You smell like gasoline,” she told him, looking up into his face, but not pulling away.

“That’s because Troy needs to clean out his trunk.”

“What?”

“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” Johnny chuckled. “Plus, you’ve been alone too much lately.” He petted her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I wish I could stay all night.”

“Why don’t we just watch a movie?” she suggested. She climbed over him and grabbed the remote. “I think I saw one of those kung fu movies you like when I was flipping through the channels earlier.”

It felt amazing to have her in his arms. He knew something was bothering her, but he didn’t push. He’d give her the hour or, so she was asking for. Having her arms wrapped around him did his heart as much good as it seemed to do hers, but having to sneak out of her sleeping embrace stung. Johnny couldn’t stay; or at least he couldn’t force Furia to spend the entire night in the garage and if she left, he’d be stranded. It’d ruin everything if anyone but a carefully chosen few saw him at that house, in that neighborhood.

 -2-

According to the news, the Stilwater P.D. investigation into the explosion downtown remained steadfastly focused on finding the source of the explosives. That seemed to be their plan for linking the event to whoever mastermind it. Troy stared at the screen as the reporter went on and on about the city’s outrage at the lack of leads, the frustration of the politicians, who were all tossing in their two cents and announcing their outrage over the act. It was no surprise to find that one trunk full of explosives could pull so precisely at the already frayed seams of a city on the verge of devouring itself. Even the politicos were at one another’s throats in the aftermath, all accusing one another of not being angry enough or outraged enough.

He knew something, somewhere would have to give. It had to. Sitting in her apartment, he felt certain he could guess what it was going to be. They’d make this about the gangs, and it was. The Vice Kings pretended at legitimacy, the Rollerz used their racing rigs to affect their criminal activity, the Los Carnales were in bed with the Colombians, and the Saints were moving in on everyone’s rackets. They were the perfect targets.

Troy chewed at his bottom lip as the news anchor droned on and on. That voice popped back in his head for a moment. He shouldn’t be there. When it all hit the fan, and it would; he wouldn’t be able to save her, at least not the way things were going. The deeper she dug in, the less chance that she might escape the inevitable relatively unscathed.

The questions flooded back, along with the accusations. He couldn’t stop them from coming, but he could, he knew, keep them from pushing him out the door again.

At one point, he opened a few kitchen cabinets to find a glass, which he filled with water from the tap. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he had snooped anywhere while she was gone, though his palms itched to get his hands on that envelope again. If he were honest with himself, he wanted to do more than get a glimpse of it. He wanted to take it off her hands completely—hand those jobs off to anyone else in order to keep her hands clean.

The urge just made him more irritated with himself. He punched the counter, watching the ripple play across the surface of the water in the glass. He wanted to protect, but knew that the one person he’d never be able to protect her from was herself, and that was only if he could manage to keep her safe from any other part of the storm heading for Stilwater’s underbelly.

When his phone vibrated in his pocket, Troy yanked it out hoping it was her. Instead, it was a text from Wayne’s Wings—it’s what he stored his handler’s number under.

WW: We need to meet.

With a sigh Troy tapped out his reply. TB: About?

WW: Explosives.

TB: When?

WW: Five am. Our usual spot.

TB: Not sure I can make that.

WW: Find a way.

TB: I’ll try.

He wasn’t about to promise something he didn’t know he could deliver. Also, he knew he couldn’t show up to meet his handler driving Furia’s orange beast. That car was quickly becoming one of the most recognizable in the city, mostly with the racing set, which meant vice probably knew who it belonged to as well. That risk he wouldn’t take. So, he left his attendance uncertain.

Troy deleted the conversation and slipped his phone back into his pocket as a knock rang through the empty room. He hurried across to the door and reached for the lock, before he thought better of it. What if it was someone looking for Furia?

“Open the door.”

The familiar lilt of her voice made him smile, but the memory of the text conversation he’d just had instantly coiled his stomach into a tight knot. Even so, he pulled the door open.

She ducked past him and fell onto the sofa with a gusty sigh. With a heavy thud and the click of the lock he shut the door, Troy grinned at the way she splayed herself across the cushions.

“That’s got to be the quickest body dump in history,” he said with a laugh. He slipped onto the corner of the couch and pulled her legs over his.

She tipped her chin to her chest and grinned at him. “It wasn’t quite what it seemed.”

“Do tell.”

“He just needed a ride.” Furia sat up, leaning against the back of the couch as her fingers brushed through the short hair just above his ears.

Troy thought she might just kiss him, then she jingled his keys between them. “So, why’d he put it like that?” Troy asked, grabbing them off her finger and stuffing them into his pocket.

Furia shrugged. “He needed to go somewhere without the damn press following him. There was a mass of them outside his place,” she explained. “And just a heads up, he’ll probably complain about all the shit you keep in your trunk tomorrow.”

His brows drew tight over his eyes. Furia’s bubbly laugh whirled around them as she stroked his cheek. “I took him to see her,” she whispered.

“In my trunk?”

One shoulder inched upwards in a half shrug. “And he might have been a dick.”

This time Troy chuckled. “Which means you made the most of the drive.”

Her eyes were glued to her thumb as it crept over his bottom lip with a tempting light touch. “Maybe a little.” Her gaze flicked back up to meet his and she inched closer.

Troy didn’t think about it before he closed the distance between them, he just did it. Just kissed her. He didn’t let the threat of Johnny lecturing him about the loose tools in his trunk or the text with Markovson invade that moment.

The kiss broke far sooner than he would have liked even though he was the one who pulled away. Her breath was as labored as his own.

“It’s getting late. Or early,” he said, his voice quiet. He traced the edge of her jaw with his thumb as her hazel eyes darted toward the window and back. Light wasn’t streaming into the room, but in a glance, it was clear that the sun was inching towards the horizon of Stilwater.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed. There was a caution in her tone, one that made him wonder, even worry a little.

“I should probably—” Despite his attempt, he couldn’t come up with a valid sounding reason to leave.

“I need to shower,” she said, offering him an out. “And I think Johnny has plans for me today.” Her teeth puckered her bottom lip.

“Late night body dump and an early morning outing?”

“What can I say?” she said, grinning smugly. Her shoulder rose just a hair with the tip of her head. “I’m really popular.”

“Yeah. I can see that,” Troy agreed, his own smile far too wide and knowing.

Her hands on his cheeks were quite warm. She pulled his lips closer and pressed a less than chaste kiss to his mouth. “I’ll see you later.” The words came out somewhere between a statement and a question.

“Of course,” he answered. He didn’t want to leave; couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be than trapped beneath her legs with her lips on his. Alas, it was not to be. Not right then. “Maybe we can work out some plans for that task of yours tonight.”

“I can grab some Thai before they close,” she suggested as he got to his feet.

“Sounds good.”

“Let’s say about ten,” she suggested.

“Late dinner it is.” Troy leaned over and kissed her again. Just one more kiss, he told himself as if trying to bribe himself to walk out the door. “Try to get some rest.”

“Okay, Mom.” Her laughter widened his smile, but he took the hint behind the jab and left. Walking out of her apartment this time felt equally harder and easier than the last time he left. At least now, he thought as he trotted down the stairs, he stood a chance of being let back in.

 -3-

Markovson stirred his coffee cup absently as he stared out the window. The department’s focus on the explosion at Kingdom Come Records brought with it a mounting sense of tension throughout every branch of investigations. Vice wasn’t only being pressured for more movement in respect to the gangs task force, but they also had the brass breathing down their necks to find out if this was part of the mounting tensions between the city’s underworld.

“If you’re not careful, the coffee will dissolve that spoon,” Troy said by way of greeting. As the undercover officer fell into the bench seat across from the detective, he pulled the second cup, black and still steaming toward him and took a sip.

He winced a bit and shook his head. Bradshaw didn’t remove the ball cap pulled low over his eyes or the hoodie that hid his shaggy auburn hair. He could see a hint of a purple collar beneath the sweatshirt.

“You’re late.”

“Told you I’d try,” he reminded. “You’re lucky I made it at all with the amount of notice you gave me.”

“Yeah well. It is what it is,” Markovson replied, without an ounce of sympathy for his partner.

Heels clacked against stained linoleum as the waitress approached their table. “What can I get you fellas?” she asked in a uniquely southern drawl. Somehow, she managed to get the words out between pops of the gum smacking between her teeth.

Troy ducked his head toward his cup, further concealing his face. Markovson, however, turned a polite smile toward her. “Just bring me a piece of pie.”

“It’s five AM, honey.” Her scolding tone made the moment that much more uncomfortable.

“Then just bring me the special.” The detective didn’t care what he had to order to get her to disappear again, so he could finish his conversation.

“So, what do you want?” Troy asked, impatience showing.

“I need you to do your job,” Markovson snapped. “Your leads on the explosives were crap. Now, we’ve got reports of people hitting local garages and walking out with thousands of dollars’ worth of high-end parts.”

“The Saints don’t deal in that stuff. That’s the Rollerz turf.”

“A few months back I’d have agreed with you, except one of their fronts got hit, too.”

His partner’s gaze locked onto his own.

“You know it’s starting to look pretty bad that our carefully placed UC isn’t aware of what his own people are doing.”

“I don’t run every crew in this gang. How could I know every single move?” Bradshaw challenged.

Markovson agreed, and he’d told his superiors something similar when they jumped down his throat about some of the recent activity.

“Isn’t this what the brass wanted?” Troy asked, interrupting Markovson’s consideration of him. “The Saints pushing back, pushing the others out.”

Neither of them said anything, they just stared. “In part, you’re also supposed to be building cases on these people.”

“I am, and I have, multiple times over.”

“Not on everyone. There are some new faces rising in the ranks. I haven’t seen anything come across my desk on them.”

The mug rose between them again. “Like I said, if they aren’t on my crew I don’t always know what people are doing.”

“That excuse isn’t going to fly for long, Bradshaw. Vice has people they are looking at. People they have approached.”

“Approached?” he asked, his voice breaking above the mark of a conspiratorial whisper.

He took note of the surprise on Troy’s face before it faded back to a measured calm. His partner was in deep. And he understood Troy’s previous outbursts—the department was hanging a heavy weight around his neck. This new tactic might just take some of the pressure off, or so he hoped. Troy was too good a cop to lose it all in this, or at least that was Markovson’s opinion. “They’ve propositioned a few people that have popped up on our radar. We’re trying to put feelers out. See who might be interested in talking,” he explained.

The younger man shook his head, rubbing his hand over his brow under the rim of his cap. “Not smart. If they tip our hand,” he shook his head. The implication hung between them. They both knew that one person letting the wrong thing slip and it could all lead back to Troy’s feet—it could spell more than just an end to their undercover operation.

“No one is tipping anything. We’re just covering all the bases.”

Troy sighed, both his hands wrapping around the mug of black coffee. “If the Saints are hitting garages, then it’s probably one of Dex’s crews—they have the best network of fences. Or it could be something Lin has going, but I haven’t heard anything on that front. I can’t even guess why she’d have her people running up on the Rollerz like that.”

The waitress’ footsteps clicked toward their table again, both men falling silent. She set the plate down in front of Markovson.

Troy took her presence as a chance to bail. He stood and tossed a crumpled bill on the table, saying “Keep the change,” in a lower than usual voice as he started for the door.

The detective didn’t argue or call after him. “Thanks,” he said politely to the waitress, who just snapped her gum at him once more and sashayed off.

Markovson felt his position just as precariously as Troy seemed to. Though he knew that Bradshaw’s position was far more tenuous than his own, neither of them were entirely safe from ripples moving through Stilwater after that bomb went off. It seemed like everything had been thrown into the air in those aftershocks, and Markovson wasn’t sure where things would fall.

[i] Go fuck yourself / Fuck you, dick.

[ii] Fuckhead / Insolent douchebag

[iii] Fuck yourself, asshole

#Badger Scribbles #Saints Row #Saints Row Fanfiction #Solitude: Before I See #Chapter 35: Keys to the City #Soledad Amaranta Guerrero #Troy Bradshaw #Johnny Gat #Detective Markovson #Aisha

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A Little Lesson in Hearts’ Desire: Part Two

Author’s Note: As promised by @rauliskafan, here is part two! Hope you guys are enjoying are Mike and Maggie!! What will happen next??? Here is part one.

           Whispers filled the studio as she walked in clutching her dance bag. Taking a few internal steady breaths, Maggie decided that she would not let the pettiness get the best of her. What did it matter what they thought? The instructor ran the show and if he liked her, what did the rest of it matter?

           Setting her things down, Maggie checked her messages. One was from Natalia confirming the time to come by and pick up Violetta. Ever since the accident, Maggie had taken it upon herself to try and help her get back on her feet. Sure, it was taking time away from her sweet sergeant. But her sister needed her. After all, how many times was Natalia there to rescue her?

           Too many to count and now she was returning the favor.

           The other message was from said sergeant, sending her words of encouragement. He seemed to sense how hard a time the other girls were giving her. Sometimes she would meet him on the verge of tears, and he promised to come down to the studio and take names. But Maggie placed her hand on his chest and a kiss on his lips to assure him that it wasn’t the best idea. That she was a big girl and she could handle the cattiness on her own.  

           “Does she really think she can just waltz in here and make like the Swan Queen?” one of the girls asked.

           “I heard she slept with Stansbury to get the part in Giselle,” another replied with a sneer.

           “It seems they will let any whore in these days.”

           Maggie was ready to turn on her heel when another voice rang through the room.

           “I do not tolerate gossip and if you dare speak one more word about Mademoiselle Ivers, you will need to go elsewhere!”

Gustav, the self-styled Lord of the Dance, fired off his words quickly as Maggie swallowed hard and tried to cut in.

           “Monsieur Gustav, you don’t have to---”

She was silenced by a snap of his fingers. Nice to know that he had her back. Next to awful to be viewed as a snitch when she tried so hard to keep her pain to herself.

           “Now are we here to work or not?”

           Everyone in the room remained stunned and frozen in place. Maggie’s lip quivered and she tried her best to bite back her tears.

           Get a grip Maggie… you are stronger than this!

           “Please assume your positions at the barre. Your pliés have been atrocious as of late.” With a loud tap of his staff on the hardwood floor, everyone took their place without so much as another breath. The entire rehearsal was bound to be brutal.

           And Maggie feared that she would have a price to pay.

           By the time the grueling session came to an end, everyone was ready to collapse. Maggie sighed as she gathered her things, ignoring the harsh looks from the other girls, thinking of Violetta and wanting to put the day behind her.

           “Hope Monsieur Gustav is a good fuck,” a slim redhead hissed as Maggie moved past her. She tightened the grip on her bag, trying to stop herself from slapping her smug face.

           But in, the end she could not resist.

           “You little bitch!”

           “I would show him a better time than you ever could. He said you were atroce,” Maggie sneered as she left without so much as glance over her shoulder. She kept her tears in check until the spring air hit her face and wondered how she would manage another step…

           “Maggie?” Mike’s voice gently called out as he walked towards her.

            “I’m so glad to see you!” she cried. Before he could utter another word, Maggie brought him down to her lips and kissed him deeply, her breath leaving her lungs until they finally broke apart.

            “Wow… I’m happy to see you too,” he said.

           “You have no idea,” Maggie said as the rest of the dancers started filtering out of the building.

           “Is anything wrong?” he asked.

           “Please let’s just go.”

           Mike nodded as the other dancers smirked and he protectively wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

           “Did they do something?”

           Maggie shook her head and sniffed. “It’s not important.”

           “Maggie don’t lie to me,” He said.

           “I’m not!” Her tone was harsher than she intended.

           “If they’re giving you a tough time, I swear I---”

           “Mike, stop! You don’t always have to be the hero.” Maggie adjusted her bag on her shoulder and began to walk away. As she rounded the corner, Mike caught up and whirled her around to face him.

           “But I want to… I love you and I want to make all of your dreams come true,” he said with his forehead pressed to hers, gripping her hands. “Don’t you get that?”

           “I do.”

           “Then tell me, Maggie… please.”

           Looking into his eyes with a sigh, a single tear rushed down her cheek, her heart breaking as the other girls drew closer.

           “Another audition, Maggie?” the redhead scoffed

           And he flashed his badge.

           “Harassment is a crime,” he said.

           “Like you’re really going to---”

           “Try me. “

           One by one the ballerinas wilted and Maggie giggled into her hand as he held her again.

           “See?” he promised. “No one messes with my girl when I’m around.”

           “Would you really arrest them if I asked you?” she teased as he dried her tears.

           “Anything for you, tiny dancer.”

      That was weeks ago. Where was he now?

     “No, Maggie not that color!” Violetta exclaimed as she pulled a crayon from Maggie’s hand.

           “But I want the peacock’s feather’s to be pink,” Maggie pouted as Violetta shoved the purple one towards her.

           “Peacocks have no pink; they have purple,” Violetta explained with a sigh. “First Papi and now you.” With each passing day, she seemed more and more like her father. Maggie made a mental note; Rafael should cool it with the eye rolls.

           “This is a magical peacock,” Maggie said as she watched as Violetta’s big green eyes grow wider.

           “Oh really?” Violetta asked, suddenly seeming skeptical. “How you figure that out?”

           The little lawyer in training was not going to cut her break simply because she liked pink best.

           “Yes! Just like that unicorn from the story we read last night,” Maggie reached for the pink crayon and started to color the feathers.

           “Then I can make my tiger purple?”

           “Any color you like, sweetheart. Remember, these are magical animals.” Maggie pushed the rest of the crayon box to Violetta, who still seemed reluctant about coloring the tiger another shade.

           “Okay, Maggie… guess I trust you.” Violetta said as she gave in and picked up the purple crayon with glee. Maggie smiled and looked down at her watch. Where was Natalia? Not that she didn’t love her niece. But she was supposed to see Mike, hoped that she might find him more like himself…

           Before Maggie could give her worries another thought, her phone vibrated amongst the mess of crayons, markers, and coloring books on the coffee table.

           “Natty! I was just thinking about you,” Maggie answered with a smile.

           Violetta continued to color happily as she hummed along to one of the songs Rafael had taught her a few days ago

           “Sister telepathy,” Natalia said with a chuckle.

           “That must be it! Are you almost home?” Maggie couldn’t help but ask.

           Natalia sighed. “I’m running a little late. They took a little longer running Mommy’s tests. I’m not sure when I’ll be home.”

           “Oh,” Maggie said, trying to mask the disappointment in her voice.

           “Is it okay?” Natalia asked.

           “No, it’s fine. Mike hasn’t called yet,” Maggie said. No confirmation of their date; no word since she saw him last. Maybe it was nothing. And the last thing she wanted was to add to Natalia’s stress. Her sister already had enough on her plate.

           “Thank you,” Natalia said in relief. “I’ll do my best to make it quick.”

           “See you soon, Natty.” With that Maggie ended the call and decided to distract herself by coloring more pages with Violetta.

           But then there was another message.

           Still waiting. Sorry, Sis.

           And she had to see Mike. Maggie started scrolling through her contacts for Lucia’s number. Maybe if she could watch Violetta...

           There was no answer on Lucia’s end. Only her voicemail.

           “Maggie?”

           “Yes, Violetta?”

           “Can I have a snack please?” Violetta’s tummy growled as she giggled. Maggie took Violetta’s tiny hand in hers and led her into the kitchen.

           “Do you want a cookie?” Maggie asked setting her phone on the counter.

           Violetta shook her head. “A healthy snack. I being good this week.”

           “Since when?” Maggie challenged.

           “You say it like it a bad thing.”

           Maggie tried to tempt the intelligent little girl with an oatmeal raisin treat. Violetta wasn’t budging and Maggie was in no mood to argue with a three-year-old, her head pounding with anxiety. “Okay. What about some fruit?”

           “That better,” Violetta agreed and happily accepted the banana Maggie presented to her already peeled.

           Once she was done feeding Violetta her snack, she looked to her watch again. Mike seemed so distant; and he was not picking up his phone either.

           “Let’s go for a walk,” Maggie said as she pocketed her phone and buttoned Violetta’s thin sweater.

           “That healthy, too!” Violetta exclaimed as they made their way to the precinct.

           But Maggie grew even more desperate when none of the detectives were at their desks and there was no sign of Liv or Mike anywhere. Violetta held onto Maggie’s hand without a word. Her little eyes glanced around the busy precinct and she followed Maggie to the front desk.

           “Is Sergeant Dodds in?” Maggie asked as she glanced over the squad room one more time, hoping that he might magically appear. Something was on his mind. And she needed to know.

           “No, ma’am. I think he’ s on a stakeout,” the young cop replied as he continued to scribble away at his paperwork.

           Maggie’s face fell. “Oh, I didn’t know. He didn’t tell me.” How could he when she was basically on radio silence?

           “It was a last-minute call,” the cop assured her.

           “Thank you,” Maggie muttered in response. Why hadn’t he messaged her? Didn’t he know how much she longed to hear his voice?

          “Come on, Violetta.”

           “Not too fast, Maggie!” Violetta did her best to keep up with Maggie’s pace as they reached the elevator doors.

           “Sorry, little one,” Maggie sighed as Violetta tugged on her skirt.

           “Why you sad, Maggie?” she asked as Maggie sniffled and wiped her eyes.

           “I’m okay, baby.”

           “You a bad liar,” Violetta said as she glanced up at Maggie and tilted her head to the side. “I know! Let’s go to the park!”

           “Violetta, we---

           “It cheer you up!”

           Despite the ache in her chest, Maggie agreed to Violetta’s request. There was no sign of anyone else for the time being, so why not go do something fun? At least someone loved her… wanted to be with her.

           “Look, Maggie!” Violetta was excited as they approached the Loeb Boathouse. Maggie had shown her pictures on her phone and had promised to take Violetta to see all the pretty lights.

           “It is lovely,” Maggie said. The late spring air surrounded them with a serene calmness. But Maggie was still fighting the urge to cry. And there wasn’t another catty ballerina in sight.

           Or a sergeant.

           “Let’s go inside!” Violetta said determinedly.

           Once they reached the doors, Maggie was puzzled at how empty it was. Not a soul in sight save for the workers and Maggie held onto Violetta’s hand tighter as one of the staff members approached.

           “I’m sorry, Miss. But the boathouse is closed for a private event,” the hostess informed them as she looked between Maggie and Violetta.

           The evening could not get any worse, Maggie was just about ready to scream. However, she had Violetta and displaying that kind of attitude in front of her would not do. Wanting to head home for some comfort food, definitely something more fattening than a banana, Maggie just nodded.

           “Maggie?”

           “I’m sorry, Violetta.”

           “No! No sorry Tia,” Violetta chirped.

           Maggie stopped dead in her tracks and broke down as Violetta patted her leg.

           “It okay. Don’t cry. I let you use more pink crayon.” At that, the young woman cried even more as Violetta rummaged through her pocket and handed Maggie a piece of paper.

         “I thought it too much.”

         “What do you mean?”

          “Here. This for you.”

           Maggie knelt to Violetta’s eye level and took the piece of paper from Violetta’s tiny hands. Carefully, she flipped it over, started to read its contents…

          And she recognized Mike’s handwriting.

When I met you, I met my destiny. My one true love, You'll always be.

          “Violetta, what---?”

       “This way!” Violetta said as she led her around the back of the restaurant to the river.

      Upon reaching it, Maggie was stunned to see Carisi and Rollins with another piece of paper in hand. They smiled warmly and held out the note.

      “Little V, come here.” Carisi called out.

      “Okay! You do the rest, Maggie!”  Violetta immediately rushed into his arms.

      “What are you guys---?” Maggie began to question.

     “Just keep following the path,” Rollins assured her as she pointed towards the trail of crimson colored rose petals at Maggie’s feet.

     “Don’t forget to read the paper!” Fin said he popped out with a single red rose and handed it over. Maggie laughed through her tears and gladly accepted the flower, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she turned over the second sheet of paper.

If you feel the same, And I truly hope you do, There's something very important, That I want to ask of you.

    With those hopeful words in her mind and her heart, Maggie continued down the pathway, more determined than ever to reach her destination. Endless rows of rose petals and candles led the way. In the distance, she swore she heard the faint sound of a grand piano playing.

     “You’re almost there, Maggie.”

    The sound of Natalia’s voice stopped her. Was everyone in on this? It seemed as much when Rafael appeared at Natalia’s side, producing an envelope from his pocket. 

     “Just a few more steps,” Rafael encouraged with a gentle smirk.

      “Counselor? Natty?”

       “Read, Miss Ivers,” Rafael said.

     With trembling hands, Maggie tore open the envelope to read the last part of the poem.

Instead of "you" and "I," Let's become "we." I'm asking you to share my life, Will you marry me?

    And there he was, her Prince Charming come to life wearing a sleek black tux and down on one knee with a black velvet box in hand. The emerald cut diamond ring sparkled amongst the lights surrounding the boathouse. Maggie felt her breath catch as the others appeared, the piano music coming to a halt as the Chief joined the scene and Liv held pages of sheet music in her hand.

   “Well, tiny dancer?” Mike asked as Maggie stood before him in tears.

     “I… I thought you were mad at me,” she managed.

     “Never. Just had to figure it all out. Should I ask you again?”

     “No.”

    “No?” he echoed.

   “I mean yes! Yes, yes Mike Dodds I will marry you!” Maggie replied, leaping into his arms as Mike held her close and kissed her as if the world was ending.

   “For you,” he said as he slipped the ring on her finger.

    “Oh, that it’s so beautiful,” Natalia commented.

    “I help!”  Violetta said. “I know what a lady like!”

     “Like father, like daughter,” Rafael said proudly. Everyone groaned, but nodded in agreement with that statement as Carisi set her down so she could hug the happy couple’s legs as Mike smiled into Maggie’s eyes.

    “Violetta said it was too much,” she whispered against his cheek.

     “Was it?”

     “No. It was perfect.”

      He kissed her again. But the world was not ending.

       A dream come true was just beginning.

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SLU PSYCHOLOGY CLASS OF 2015; BATCH PROPHECY (SIDEDISH NOT INCLUDED)

SLU Psychology Class of 2015 Batch Prophecy

PS special side dish not included. To be served on your majestic mint condition YearBook copy. So be excited humans!

June 25, 2025

5:47 AM — Tahiti Time. As the sun radiates through the curtain lace. I woke up to the buzzing and throbbing in my head, and I’m still in the red dress I wore from last night. What did happen that night? I turned to my side table and saw a newly published book entitled “A Nomadic Entrepreneur’s Travels and Lifestyle” by Mikka Alaia Nalupa and a half filled glass of wine -still I’ve manage to stand up, and take a deep breathe and have one last look at the mile-long stretch of powder-white sand sloping gently into a shallow emerald lagoon of Bora Bora before I go back to the Philippines for our Class Gala on the 27th -exactly ten years ago from marching out of our college lives and into our own realities and fantasies. My flight’s four hours away, and I’ll be flying for thirteen hours more or less. And my bag’s already packed with the things I need for my wandering life.

8: 23 AM — It was still early. I decided to grab a cup of earl grey on my way out to the airport -while waiting for my tea I took a copy of their company pamphlet, upon reading I discovered that Minie Dimag Bagyan owns this café and she has been expanding her coffee business worldwide. After I got my tea, I walked a few blocks to hail a cab. And on my ride to the airport, I heard Mary Helen Tupong anchoring the morning news on an international radio station. The news was on; Karol Manalo‘s life as a time traveler and on her recent time travel to have tea with Queen Elizabeth II, Daniel Andrada on being the first Filipino muggle born to ever catch the flying snitch in the newest edition of the Nimbus broomstick at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Ulysses Dalog for being the first psychologist to transcend his consciousness to the digital world. After the morning news the driver changed the radio station, a rap song started playing and it was Lesley Christopher Bautista dropping rhymes on the radio until I arrive at the airport.

9:19 AM — Still early for my flight. I took the liberty of roaming around the airport looking for a magazine stand to get something to read while I’m on my 13hr flight. While browsing through all the foreign magazines a familiar face caught my sight on a cover of a well known magazine –Michelle Viray along side Jane Lennie Basco and Jaffey Mherca Cantor who are all wearing the latest ready to wear clothing line by Araceli Ronquillo. I was becoming a lot more curious about the magazine, so I flipped through the first few pages and I came across Ashley Gail Taron‘s name as the Senior Chief Editor of the magazine. I decided to grab a copy for myself. 10:13 AM— I was comfortably seated in the business class carriage of a Luxury Jet Plane owned by Adrianne Jane Amboni and piloted by Mary Chile Pasquin. The plane started to smoothly rise above the ground and glide through the gentle wind and clouds. I put my glasses on and started flipping through the magazine. Upon reading I found out that a lot of my batch mates were featured in this month’s issue; Nina Sarah Sarmiento a now renowned interior designer has been styling homes and mansions for the rich and famous, namely, Terence Fender Bania-ao, Zarah May Laroya, Rachel Lopez, Marjorie Madlon, Riza Cha-i Padcayan, and Ariane Joy Patacsil.  

During the flight, they showed a film that claims to be the top-grosser for the 2025 Cannes Film Festival. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that the leading stars were Kasmir Dumpit a now Broadway artist and Ben Jan Rusby Nativadad a big time Theater Actor. It was no surprise that the film was conducted by an up-and-coming indie filmmaker and director Rafael Handiong Kapuno. During the credit, the OST was sang by Roland Milan a Broadway singer/actor and an Executive Finance Manager. It was nice to see all my performing batch mates in one project doing what they do best.

The trip was tedious and had to stopover in Osaka for a connecting flight to Hong Kong. I was feeling a bit bored in the airport so I held my phone out to check my Facebook Feeds. I saw that Gino Daniel Abalos‘s just checked-in in Indonesia for the 38th SEA Games. Albertino Miguel Dimasupil just posted a group picture with Jenina Marie Manalo and Mary Ann Masliyan fresh from the Euro NASCAR Circuit. Sheila Natalie Juyag just changed her display picture of her riding a giraffe in the Africa. Annie Timbangan just shared an Instagram picture from her shopping spree in Europe. And I just received an event invite from Jazel Robert Ramos‘ Christian Rock Concert Tour in Malaysia for next month I accepted the invite right away.

While boarding on, I came across Ferry Anne Aquino, Camille Anne Arizo, Marriel Bautista, Sunshine Kristine Ray Lopez, Pamela Singh Cudhail, Arlene Caasi and Charina Caluwag who are boarding to their last stop from their grand Asian tour. I was able to catch up with them for a little while and told me tales about our other batch mates I missed while I was away. I learned that Donne Patrick Valbuena is currently building his mini basketball league with his kids. They also showed me a new volume of a manga comic about Karen Sarvito‘s anime travels, which Myne Bullan illustrated here in Japan. They also told me that Marinette Andal, Kyla Pauline Babon, Nove Kathleen Corsino and Divine Grace Ullalim are now registered physicians in a private hospital working along side with Leandra Edano, Divimae Lumaguey, Chelsea Claudine Mendoza who pursued Psychiatric Care, Jezreetila Wayasen and Maureen Mae Aro as the hospital’s certified Psychologist. We bid our goodbyes for now and promised to catch up some more and went on to our separate flights.

While heading to my seat I noticed some familiar faces, It was April Grace Bandonil working on her computer, and was on the phone scheduling a business meeting with Aiza Pearl Balingao also a business tycoon in the field of science. A few seats behind her was Beatrice Erica Popa a now Literary Archeologist who was studying two old copies of manuscripts. And three seats from the rear of the business class carriage was Mark Onia flipping through a magazine on “mysterious places to go to” he seems to have just arrived from a tomb raiding spree based on his “Indiana-Jones-like” get up. I carried on to my seat and thought to myself that I could catch up with them on the reunion itself. -Feeling nostalgic about coming together and hearing a lot of stories, and catching up, I put on my earphones and listened to my most recent favorite songs composed by Murphy Liswid, performed by Lemuel Botiwey on the drums, John Paulo Aguas on the lead guitar, Tyrone Dan Rullan on the back vocals and bass, and Mainne Vhe Jamison as the lead vocals. I was asleep for the whole flight and when I woke up I was already in Bangkok.

I’m on my last connect flight to the Philippines. The trip was sort of long, so I dilly dallied at the airport lobby. I saw Shirley Lingaling and Jarlene Parraexchanging stories of how exciting was bungee jumping and sky diving at Macau. I went to find a seat and grabbed an international newspaper. For the international headline news, Linda Tokyas together with Maria Jonah Catacutan, Marjorie Donato, Alyssa Gabot, Karina Magno, Julianne Tabanand Guillian Venturozo are the first group of female astronauts sent by NASA to set foot on the moon and take flight across the Milky Way. While flipping through the travel and lifestyle section I found out that Marwin Teniosodedicated his traveling in conquering mountain tops. And Rubie Borbon was also featured on the same page, talking about his latest travel to Milan for the Fashion Week. In the entertainment section, I came across a large print of Clarize Deewaii Balutoc and Dickson Ray Kimmakim holding an Oscar Best Actor award from a motion picture they both starred in. And on the business section, Sheena Marie Tayaban a now shareholder of all the biggest companies in the world. Heading on to my last flight, I saw Jan Vincent Angeles and his fiancé, Nicole Gerome Arellano and Lenny Catiyan who are traveling with their families, and Ruth Micah Celi with her cute kids and dashing husband boarding on the same fight back home. They all came from a holiday vacation and are all heading back just as I am.

June 26,2025 3:18 AM — Manila Time. I finally arrived at NAIA with 2 connect flights. I was fatigued, but I was used to the jet lag, I made my way to the Information Center and I was delighted to see Michelle Anne Basilio who also just arrived from her stay in Paris, France. We said our goodbyes for now and saved all the catching up for tomorrow’s big event. My driver picked me up in a luxurious car hired by my company. It was the newest model manufactured by Mei Arra Roberta Rosuello‘s Automotive company. She was not only able to buy her family cars, but owned a company as well. Upon arriving, I checked into the grandest 5 star Luxury Resort Hotel Casino in the capital owned by a big time business savvy Justine Ross Bañares and two grand lottery winners Jayson Rodel Javier and Rhemielyn Belen.

On my way to the penthouse, I stood in the lift for a long while since it was located on the top level. I enjoyed the elevator music which was an instrumental of strings played and composed by Christopher Evangelista. I settled my bag on the carpeted floor and I launched myself into bed, I turned the TV on -A rerun of Bryan Stephen Briones and Abigail Irang hosting their own food and travel show, for this special segment they traveled to an island owned by no other but Chiara Angelica Castro, featuring Clay Glaiza Idos‘s beach resort that serves Jolibee Fast Food. And for the next show, It was Precious Sharizz Bautista‘s food tasting show and for this episode she is going take a bite of one of Chef Gordon Ramsay’s gourmet dish. Finally feeling rested and relaxed I fell asleep right away. 9:48 AM —I woke up to the morning news. Charissa Jose, now on her 2nd term as the president of the Philippines honored the countries top secret service agents Chelsea Anne Gabriel and Rebecca Galvan for capturing an international terrorist. Suddenly Feeling famish about the news I got ready to get breakfast down at the Hotel’s in-house restaurant. I requested for the chef’s special and the restaurant’s executive chef, Caryl Aloida Retuta, personally served my meal. After I ate and chatted with Carly. I decided to go for a walk, after a few blocks away, I looked up and there I saw a billboard of Dave Jeremy Tan, Patricia Nicole Alcaraz, Moranda Black, Myleen Epie, Lyra Anne Lopez, Jessica Valerie Julian and Shanine Denice Sison who are now members of the United Nations doing humanitarian works and their campaign to end poverty. I then grabbed a cab to visit one of the largest library in the world. Surprisingly, it was owned by Jeane Caridad Supnet. Upon entering at the receiving lounge, there was a book promotion and reading of Novy Galletes and Mary Rose Garcia they authored and I can hear Novy reading an excerpt from her new novel. Not wanting to disturb her reading I went straight to the classic section and found Patricia May Alcarazstanding by the book shelves reading.

Everywhere I look was already a reunion waiting to happen. I was unintentionally surrounded by the outstanding works and dreams of my former batch mates. I decided to grab a cup of tea to calm myself from all the excitement. Upon ordering, April Alyssa Alarin who took a sabbatical leave from her high-paying profession to work as a cashier for fun, took my order. We took the chance to exchange stories about our male batch mate while no one was ordering yet. She told me that Brandon Capuyan, Mark Kevin Damasco Ty, Jan Michael Vincent Escosio, Franiel Lamadrid, Kevin Massagan and Rafael Alvin Tugade who are now living the dream of having a lavish, contented and happy life, and as being well respected professionals. She also showed me on her Instagram feed a picture of Darren Jedrick Mejiaand Mark Anthony Gabriel captioned “Finally graduating in flying colors with their 3rd Bachelors Degree Course” and she double tapped that picture. A new costumer was heading the counter and it was a pleasure to see Sarah Faith Bannay a now guidance counselor at one of the largest universities in the country together with Zarah Jane De Gollo a well respected lawyer in a prestigious law firm are simply dropping by to grab a cup of coffee before heading back to their workplaces. I gave out a faint smile as I made my way out of the coffee shop, I was in a state of ecstasy as my batch mates shared our lives and experiences, and I too have learned a thing or two not just about living a successful life but also living an ecstatic one.

June 27, 2015 6: 13 PM— The night of the Class Gala. I don’t know why, or what but I was both feeling extremely nervous and excited, and it was a feeling that was both familiar and distant. Only I cannot hide my wide smile. I made my way up to the Ballroom where the big event will be held, I was able to share the lift with Angelica Figuero, Kimberly Joyce Langagan, Jocel Ivy Peña, Ma. Cristina Peralta, and Rowena Sibaya who are in the middle of their chats about their South American travel, showing pictures on their phone to each other and giving tips and recommendations on the go-to places to see. I also had the privilege to walk alongside Monica Margarette Molina, who just recently opened her private dental firm, Marion Nicole Rodillas a now modern Mother Theresa, Aleli Langgaman an American citizen living in NY with her family, Ferleen Caluza a famous dancer/choreographer who has been working with international artist, and Lea Sibaya a now chief police officer, heading the same direction.

As I entered the Ballroom I was surprised to suddenly see Jemima Sawey and Briverlyn Jane Atuan who casually apparated their way in. The night took off in a whirlwind of warm hi’s, hello’s and how are you’s. I was overwhelmed to see everyone in one place after 10 years, I decided to grab a drink at the bar. There I saw a group of well dressed ladies hold in their cocktails are Xhachelle Ruiz, Marleen Ilagan, Marjyl Patacsil, Candice De Castro, Florence Raiza Gonzales and Charmaine Jimday Tan sharing stories about their lavish world tours and are planning to travel all together. I pave my way to the a far end table and sitting were, Brian Nicole Ruaro who were sharing his experience with the divine, Kurvin Kindipan & Allan Dave Tacay on their journey to awesomeness, Jose Nicolo Genilo‘s life and day as a superhero, Donna May Baliton talking about living her dreams, Denice Mae Cordero sharing her thoughts on happiness, Kenny Hanna Damaslog about hearing songs from the people’s heart, Joanne Legiralde sharing her search for meaning and actually finding it, Evamarish Dyquianco speaking how it would be really nice to give God a hi-five when you reached heaven and Jara Eunice Hernandez‘s on her finally discovering her ultimate dream. Overhearing them talk about something abstract and insuperable as if it was within reach and something feasible made me giggle inside. I was glad to know that it was possible to attain your dreams into your reality.

Before serving our well plated dinner, Elaine Fatima Simon a Nobel Peace Prize winner for her unique method of bringing people together through her witty inspirational talks, gives out one of her famous motivational speeches to the whole Batch. After the dinner, the mingling continued. Phoebe Eguiaand Prynces Fae Valdez are now neighbors and living in a mansion and owning luxurious cars. I caught Shanesse Avery Garcia and Niña Rica Valeroso still eating and chatting since they’ve always been a lover of food. On the table to the right front was Denise De Padua sharing how happy she is with her stable life, Desiree Gonzales a now successful professional in her chosen field, Michelle Hafalla a family woman with a stable career and a happy family, Ma. Cristina Tamio a now boss of her own business establishment and happily living with her own family.

And on the table farther to the left side of the stage was Eloise Amor Culimay, Karleen Depolio, Larysa Malecdan, Jenny Grace Mercado, Eloiza Kaye Payap-a, Harnice Joyce Santos and Zenith Faye Litac showing each other pictures of their continental travels around the world from Europe, North and South America, Africa, Australia and Asia, they’ve gone to them all leaving their mark an collecting souvenir on every country they go to. A few tables back are a group of lovely ladies that seems to be talking about something deep that includes existential themes, which sits, Emee Lize Mamuyac sharing her achievements to the people who sits on the same table, Jovelle Kaye Navarrete showing pictures of her fangirling moments with her favorite artist, Wendy Paragas shares her dreams and has been working on it to bring forth in her reality, Marian Reiko Rimando already found what she has been longing for and Klaudyne Rose Yango is now living a happy life that God has planned for her.

11: 53 PM — The night flew by so effortlessly and quickly as my batch mates reached their dreams and fantasies. We reminisced about our college years and compared ourselves back then to who we were and who are now. Exchanges of stories of success, struggles and getting back up for that fall. I can’t believe that the night was finally over and it will be another 10 years or so to have another gathering like this. the night ended with goodbyes and swapping of contacts and what not. Each promised to keep in touch via email, call, sms, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn, you name it they got it. As I close the door to my hotel room I could help but feel blessed to be surrounded by passionate and eager dream catchers. as I close my eyes I whisper a little thank you my alma mater, for harboring our Christian spirit, competence, creativity and social involvement.

June 28,2015

6:15 — Amsterdam time. Finally back to living our dreams in reality. —the end—

PS all information are credited to the graduates’ ultimate dreams. No pun intended.

Inspired by my High School Batch Prophecy