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vminizzle · 1 year

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Under the bed pt.2

pairing : college boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff

warnings : marking, pet names, praising, teasing, fingering, handjob, nipple play, dirty talk, shower sex, penetration, unprotected sex

words count : 3.2k

A/N : hello hello my dear people, like promised here’s the part 2 of "under the bed". It’s my first time writing shower seggs, nipple play, dirty talk and handjob 🧍🏽‍♀️ pls have some mercy on me. thanks. Thank you for reading my writings guys, it means a lot. I know I’m saying it often but it’s not enough to express how thankful I am. Love y’all! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH

you can read "under the bed pt.1" (HERE)

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Jungkook groaned into your neck as a loud knock echoed through the room.

"y/n, baby be quiet ´m tired." he yawned, laying his leg over your body as he hug you tightly.

"kook." you whined opening your eyes, the sunlight caressing your face.

"y/n!" you gasped as you heard your dad at the other side of the door.

"fuck." you sat up panicked as you looked down at a sleepy Jungkook grabbing your arm to cuddle.

"Jungkook!" you whisper-yelled.

"my dad is here." you slapped his bare scratched back making him groan.

"tell him to go away then." he closed his tired eyes again as a cute pout made its way on his lips, sleep getting him again.

He’s definitely not aware of the situation.

"gosh." you rubbed your eyes already anxious in the early morning - wait - what time is it-

"y/n, are you still sleeping? It’s past 12 already. Are you ok?" you dad asked a bit worried.

"h-hello dad.. I just woke up sorry. I was just tired." you said while stretching your sore muscles.

"oh ok. can you open the door? I need to talk with you. It’s important." he asked.

You opened your eyes widely panicking as you glanced down again at the naked exhausted man hugging your waist.

"y/n? you sleeping again?"

"no no dad. I’m fine. Hm, can you just tell me now?"

"y/n open the door please." he asked confused at why you were so hesitant.

"hm.. i.. yea. just give me a minute." you bit your bottom lip throwing the blanket to the side as you got out the bed.

"Jungkook."you grabbed your boyfriend’s heavy arm pulling him to you.

"c’mon, wake up idiot." you shook him as he open his eyes slowly before sending your a soft smile.

"g’morning my love." he greeted you with his hot deep morning voice.

lord, you would had asked him to make babies but it wasn’t the good time.

"shh." you put your finger over your own lips gesturing him to stay quiet.

He looked at you confused, his eyes suddenly darkening as they wandered on your body. Marks covering your bare legs, the way he could noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra under his shirt you stole last night.

Nice, he’s hard now.

"please get up my dad’s here." you pointed to the door.

Jungkook jumped out the bed only wearing his boxer.

"what? since when? why didn’t you tell me!?" he grabbed you by your shoulders making you face him.

"well, idiot, I tried to but Sir was too tired to listen to me." you pinched his nose.

"I’m tired because you stole my whole night." he defended himself smirking.

"shut the fuck up. You’re the one that stole my night." you pursed your lips bending down to grab his jeans from the floor and handing it to him.

"now go. go hide somewhere."

"under the bed?" he raised an eyebrow, his eyes still puffy.

"why not." you sigh before rushing to grab a sweatpants from your closet and wear it to cover your legs quickly.

You glanced back one last time to the bed making sure your boyfriend was well-hidden before unlocking your bedroom’s door.

"good morning dad." you forced a smile as your dad stare at you.

"morning, what took you so long? you sure you’re okay?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"oh y’know your daughter huh. so lazy I take a century to get up… I’m exhausted." you faked a yawn.

"did you sleep late?" you gulped rethinking quickly about last night’s events.

"I.. I.. well, not really." you lied.

"Can I come in?"

"Ah! Yes." you let him walk in the room.

You observed as he came closer to the bed stopping right in front of it.

"Dad, you alright?" you asked nervously.

"yes." he answered before sitting on the edge of it.

"Well, I came to tell you something important." he cleared his voice.

"tell me." you walked closer to your dad, giving him all your attention.

"i’m going overseas for a week for work. So, I’ll leave you alone… again." he sighed making you smile softly as he looked up at you a bit sad.

"dad-"

"do you want to sleep at your aunt’s? friend’s? or maybe I can call a babysitter." he suggested making you chocked.

"A what? Dad! I’m not a kid anymore." you protested making him laugh.

"I know, I’m sorry. I just.. I’m just worried, I don’t like knowing you alone."

"Dad, you don’t have to worry about that. I can take care of myself." you reassured him.

"I know you can." he smiled.

"When are you leaving?" you asked curiously.

"This afternoon." he sighed annoyed.

"I got this important e-mail from my boss late last night. He really needs me to represent the company in Japan."

You were about to talk again when you noticed one of Jungkook’s shoes near the foot of your bed. You gulped as you walk to it, trying to kick it discreetly under your bed as you spoke again.

"I.. well, I’m sure you got this! You always slay!" you said enthusiastically making your dad laugh.

"Thanks for your encouraging words y/n." he got up patting your shoulder.

"well, I need to go prepare my luggage." You walked him to the door but before exiting the room he looked at you with a confused expression.

"What is it?"

"Did you have that shirt last night? this isn’t yours, right? I’ve never seen it." he pointed to the black oversized shirt.

Now it’s over. You’re dead.

"Y-Yes! I had this last night but … I guess you couldn’t saw it in the dark.. and I bought this recently that’s why it’s new.. and hm.. well go go do your luggage you will be late." You hugged him quickly pushing him outside your room gently. "oh ok! See you soon. Take care. I’ll message you." he waved at you as he walk away, your heart sinking as you watched your dad go to his own bedroom.

You locked your door, turning around as you heard your boyfriend speak.

"Your dad is really something." he commented as he crawled out from under the bed.

"and again, I was ready to face death." he grinned.

"Look what I found." He raised his hand up, holding your bra in the air.

You rolled your eyes as he smirk, discarding the garment on your bed.

"gosh I love waking up next to you." He laid on your bed again, hand up gesturing you to come to him. You approached your half naked boyfriend, as he sat up.

"Can I give you a morning kiss?" he asked caressing your cheek.

"Not before you brush your teeth." you ruffled his messy hair.

"Are you kidding me?" he gasped grabbing you by your waist pulling you between his parted legs.

"Let me kiss you." he pouted playfully making you sigh. "please?"

"fine! But just a peck. Because morning breath ain’t my thing." you pursed your lips making him grin widely.

"I’ll go with that then." he pulled you down on him so you could sit on his lap, hand going behind your lower back to hold you close to his warm body.

He pecked your lips softly, resting his lips on yours.

"I allowed a peck only." you pulled away laughing making him groan as he let his body fell back on the mattress.

"y/n." he huffed.

"what?" you held his hand resting on your thigh.

"I want you." he stared at you making your cheeks warm up.

"You made me hard." he whined as you look down gulping, realizing the bulge confined in his -now tight- boxer.

"Last night wasn’t enough?" you joked.

"I can’t get enough of you darling." he smirked.

"Jungkook." you diverted your gaze away feeling flustered.

"don’t you want me too?" god if only he knew how much you do.

"I … just… you.. morning breath!" you reminded, making him sat up abruptly, pushing you aside as he started walking away.

"wait, where are you going?" you asked confused.

"bathroom. gonna brush those teeth so I could put them at work to take these pretty panties off." he winked before disappearing into your bedroom-connected-bathroom.

The excitement was bubbling inside you. His words always affecting you.

He’s just so confident.

After a few minutes, Jungkook came out from the bathroom, face fresh, his hair pushed back.

"now, your turn pretty." he pointed to you then to the bathroom, making you nod as you pass by him, this one taking the opportunity to deliver a light slap on your ass.

Entering the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

gosh, you looked dead. last night, this man didn’t joke. he really stole your whole night.

Just after brushing your teeth, you slightly jumped when someone opened the door abruptly.

"god, Jungkook! you scared me." you threw water on him making him chuckle as he closed the door behind him.

"sorry sorry." he came behind you, looking at the both of you in the mirror.

"Look at you. So pretty." he commented before leaning into your neck, pressing a soft kiss on the still sensitive marked skin.

The hickeys so fresh, you lucky your dad didn’t notice.

You closed your eyes enjoying the softness of his lips against your neck.

Jungkook bit on the flesh lightly, making you moan, tilting your head to the side offering him more to explore.

He suddenly turned you around, looking straight into your eyes, his hands resting on your hips.

"Can I kiss you properly now, my love?" he lifted an eyebrow up expectantly.

“kiss me.” you smiled grabbing him by the back of neck pulling him down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

Jungkook deepened the kiss getting excited, his grip on your hips tightening as he pushed his body on yours, caging you between the sink and his muscular body.

“I need you so bad, you can’t even imagine.” he breathed out, grinding his clothed erection on your lower stomach making you feel dizzy already.

“I want you too.” you whispered, your heart beating faster.

He suddenly turned you around making you face the mirror again.

His hands went down to the hem of your -his- shirt, slowly pulling it up over your head revealing your beautifully marked body making you shiver at the cold air hitting your skin.

His eyes met yours in the mirror “look at how fucking pretty you are, only for me.” he tilted his head to the side as he watch you close your eyes.

He threw the shirt in the basket of dirty clothes near the door, hands now on the waistband of your sweatpants ready to pull it down your legs.

He pushed it down after the nod of consent you gave him, leaving you in your panties.

His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, eyes on your bare chest.

“fuck.” Jungkook muttered, hands slowly caressing their ways up from your sides to cup them, grabbing them gently.

You moaned softly, resting your head back on his bare chest.

He stroked his thumb lightly against your nipple making you breath heavily.

You watched him fondle with your breasts, eyes focusing on him twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, feeling dizzy as he bent down a little, lips connecting with your neck again, biting on the sensitive flesh.

You rubbed your thighs together getting too excited, one of his hand cascading down to where you wanted him.

"Jungkook." you whimpered as his fingertips came in contact with your lightly covered clit.

He hummed against your skin, rubbing it softly making you grab on his wrist.

Your boyfriend lifted his head, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as you turned your head toward the shower.

He instantly got the hint, both of you getting rid of your underwear before walked toward it.

You turned it on, stepping under the water, feeling the liquid getting warmer as you closed your eyes pleasantly.

Jungkook stood right behind your naked body, hands finding their places on your stomach pulling you closer to him.

The atmosphere was getting hot, not only because of the really warm water falling on your bodies pleasantly, perhaps, your boyfriend’s hand lowering down between your thighs was the reason.

Shivers ran down your spine as you felt his boner rubbing on your lower back, his breath fanning on your neck.

"I need you so so bad, y/n." he whispered lowly.

"you can’t even imagine how much." he continued, fingertips travelling up to your core.

"how much, I want to feel you around me." two of his long fingers teased your entrance making you gulp.

"how much, I want to stretch you, feel you tighten around me." he slowly entered his fingers inside you, earning him a soft moan.

"how much I want to make you scream my name loudly." he nibbled on your earlobe making you roll you eyes in pleasure as his fingers pick up the pace, moving faster.

"Jungkook." you rested your head back on his shoulder making him smirk.

"Am I making you feel good, baby?" he whispered near your ear.

"s-so good." you held his wrist tightly.

Feeling you clenched around his fingers, he knew you were getting close.

His free hand came to your chest, fondling your breast again, thumb flicking your nipple making you let out a loud moan.

"shh, baby don’t want your dad to hear you, do you?" he teased, thumb coming in contact with your clit to rub it, adding stimulation to push you closer to your orgasm.

You shook your head, biting on your bottom lip hard to keep quiet.

You couldn’t held it anymore when his finger hit that spot that could make you see start as you came on his fingers.

Jungkook caressed your waist, fingers still moving helping you ride your orgasm.

"you did well, princess." he pecked your cheek.

After a few seconds, you turned around instantly grabbing him by his neck, pulling him down on you for a kiss.

Jungkook’s arms encircled your body, pulling you closer, your chest flat again his muscular one.

You sucked on his bottom lip, making him moan at the feeling of your tongue.

Your hand was placed on his front toned body, letting it slid down with the warm water until your hand reached his hard cock.

Your hand grabbed his erection making him groaned.

"fuck." he put his forehead on yours, looking down at your fingers enveloping his cock perfectly.

You started moving your wrist, stroking his cock painfully slow, your thumb rubbing on the head of it making it twitch.

"fuck! keep going." he closed his eyes shut tight as you tighten your grip, moving faster.

"are you close babe?" your heard him hummed in response.

You rubbed your thumb over the slit, making him let his head fall on your shoulder, a low moan passing by his lips.

"fuck, i want you." he grabbed your hand stopping your movement.

"right. now." he looked into your eyes deeply, your breath hitching.

He captured your lips in a eager kiss, backing you to the cold shower wall before grabbing one of your thigh raising it up to his waist.

Your hands found his long black wet hair, fingers pulling on the locks as you felt his other hand lowering down to your core, a finger sliding through your folds, collecting your wetness.

"gosh you’re so wet for me." he smirked making you roll your eyes.

"no, that’s just water." you pursed your lips as he lightly slapped your thigh making you laugh.

"wasn’t funny. didn’t laugh." he shook his head playfully.

"you no fun." you grinned before pecking his lips quickly earning a smile from your boyfriend.

"C’mon, I’ll show you how fun I can be." he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue making your inside twist.

He was so hot.

His hand guided his hard cock to your entrance, sliding the tip through your wet folds, teasing you.

He pushed inside you slowly, his cock filling you up causing you to let out a loud moan.

Jungkook smirked seeing your already weak state, before pulling out, letting just his tip inside.

"stop teasing idiot." you groaned frustrated.

"you said I’m no fun." he pouted playfully making you roll your eyes.

"you’re so unserious." you huffed.

"well, you sure about that?" he said before thrusting forward, your hands gripping on his shoulder tightly.

"fuck!"

One of his hand still held your thigh securely above his waist, while the other gripped your hip, keeping your body pressed against his.

"C’mon tell me I’m fun." he put his forehead on yours making you scoffed.

"Jungkook. Are you fucking serious right n- ah fuck!" you whimpered, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he picked up the pace.

"never been more serious." he said between breath.

You ran your fingers through his wet hair, one hand still holding on his shoulder.

"C’mon baby." he ordered, his hips snapping into yours making you let a sob pass by your lips.

"tell me i’m fun."

"fuck it! you’re.. you’re fun." you threw your head back against the wall as he kept on hitting your g-spot.

"you’re such a good girl." Jungkook smirked against your marked skin, leaving little wet kisses.

You slapped the back of his head making him groan.

"and you’re such an annoying idiot."

"your annoying idiot." he snickered.

You closed your eyes feeling the familiar knot in the pit of stomach as Jungkook went faster, your body pressed against the cold shower wall.

"oh my- I’m so close." you bit on your bottom lip, feeling the taste of blood, realizing you’ve been biting on it hardly.

"me too." Jungkook breathed out.

You planted your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, his fingernails buried deep into your hip as he held it tightly.

The head of his cock touching your spot at each snaps of his hips which made your body quiver in pleasure.

You thought you were about to faint when you felt his hand cascading down between your bodies to your clit drawing little circles on it.

Your walls started convulsing around him, making him feel lightheaded.

"C’mon my love." he licked your jawline.

"Cum for me." he ordered.

It was the last straw, his deep voice making your heart beat faster, as you came around him with a loud moan of his name.

"fuck! I’m-" Jungkook couldn’t finished his sentence as he pulled out, cumming on your shaky thighs.

Jungkook held you against him, strong arms wrapped around your waist, your knees ready to give up if you didn’t support yourself on something.

"you did well, so well." he said soothing you, hand caressing your back.

"i love you." you whispered, looking up at him.

He grinned widely before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead "i love you."

After a few seconds, you pulled away from his embrace, grabbing your shampoo handing it to him.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side confused as he took the bottle from your hands.

"wash my hair?" you smiled cutely pointing to your head, making his heart melt.

"I’d love to." he said before pecking your lips one last time before turning your body around.

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A/N : ong my fav couple ☹️ my turn when?? *sigh* anyway, I hope you liked it! love you guys!! take care of yourselves.

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deadlynavigation · 10 months

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Hello! how are you? I hope you are well, I love your account and I wanted to place an order with you if possible. Could you do a Male!Wednesday x Reader where the Reader is pregnant? how would he act? How would he take care of the baby when it was born? I hope the request is not too strange and I hope you can attend to it, have a good day.

HC: Pregnancy

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of labor, swearing, grave robbing, mentions of castration, electrocution, serial killing, and beheading; mention of sex. (sorry guys it's wednesday 😭)

Author's Note: Oh my gosh you are so sweet, thank you for the request. This was a fun one. And honey I have gotten way weirder requests than this one. Side note tho, if you ever want to request something again make sure you specify headcanon or oneshot, etc. I made this one a headcanon- I hope that it's satisfactory.

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This experience would be entirely new to him

Someone he loves -romantically, at that- is creating and carrying something he’ll love just as much?

He’s obviously overjoyed, but scared as fuck

So he does everything in his power to prepare

The amount of books and tomes he would dig out of the library (and sometimes graves) would start forming a pile on your nightstands the second you tell him the news

Books like How To Raise Your Demon, Surviving and Dying In Parenthood, and What To Expect When You’re Expecting are always either in the corner or tucked away in Wednesday’s arm

And every single day without fail you’ll find your husband reading one of his newly-stolen books, brooding in the sitting room with the straightest posture and most panicked eyes you’ve ever seen

That’s normally when you yank the book from him, walk over to the window, and watch as it drops further and further from you both and into the bushy gardens below

Lots of affirmative kisses from your end

He's probably more anxious than usual but refuses to show it, so just in case, you make it a habit to pepper his face in pecks every ten minutes or so

But at the end of the day, when you're both in bed and cuddled up next to each other

Wednesday is fully relaxed, knowing that he holds his world (and a little addition to that world) in his arms

Besides the prep, this man is also a monstrosity when it comes to your wellbeing

He’s not going to be too protective, and he’s not going to monitor you

But he’s going to call in five different doctors the second you’re feeling under the weather

Your temperature is high? Doctor.

Your feet are sore? Doctor.

Your nausea has you bedridden? Doctor.

And since it’s the only aspect of your pregnancy he’s been a bit feral about, you let him. You know it makes him feel better and it's nice to know he has your back

The baby being born is probably one of the most stressful times of Wednesday’s life

He’s next to you the entire time, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you deem necessary while he sits there with a stoic face

Every so often he’ll look down to where your face is scrunched in pain and effort, and lay a comforting kiss on your forehead or cheek

You want to slap him for it

There were times where he had to leave the room because of the danger you presented to his well being

Phrases such as: kiss me again and I’ll rip your dick off with my teeth; appreciate your head now because after I’m done, I’m getting your ass on a chopping block; and his personal favorite, I am not above using that electrocution chair to make sure there are no more potential children left within you

So yeah his mom made him leave

When your labor finally stopped after a grueling 13 hours, Wednesday is the first by your side, staring at you in awe as he brushes your hair back

He cries when he holds his baby for the first time

I am a firm believer that Wednesday wouldn’t care about the baby’s gender

Anyone can be a serial killer, no matter if they’re a boy or girl

So either would be treated with the utmost respect and love

As would you- you’re still recovering from labor, as well as caring for your beautiful child

So he dotes on the both of you (but would deny it if anyone asked)

He’s the one that gets up with the child in the night, unless he’s so deep in sleep that he could be mistaken for a corpse

And you take care of the child during the day

It’s pretty much an equal split, one that took time to master after many fights and sleepless nights

But aside from those difficulties

There have been many instances of you and Wednesday standing over your baby’s gothic crib, his hand snaked around your waist and your head leaning on his chest as you admire your creation

Or when you’re feeding the baby, and Wednesday just looks on, observing. When you’re finished, he’ll come to calmly take the child from you, take his time to lay them to sleep, and kiss you fiercely while murmuring how incredibly attractive you are

And though sex isn’t an option right then and there, the intimacy between you two is strong

Overall, the experience has brought you closer together and shown just how deep your problem-solving skills and trust with each other truly are

#wednesday addams #wednesday #male!wednesday #male!wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #male!wednesday addams x reader #male!wednesday x reader #oneshot #requests open #fluff #pregnancy

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

Note: this one is a bit longer than I anticipated!

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You have everything neatly tucked into a box for your delivery. You're anxious, more so to get it done and over with, than to meet the demanding buyer. Your mother finishes up and hurries you to get ready. You can’t help but take your time.

You bring another box, this one full of parcels to be sent out. After dropping those off, you’re back in the car hug the last order in your lap. Your mother pulls into the lot, just behind the garden center outside, now selling wreaths and pine trees in lieu of the season bulbs and petals.

You get out and check your phone. Your mom comes around to read over your shoulder. You keep an arm around the box as you lean it against the car. You bring up your Etsy messages.

‘Think I got here early. In the garden center checking out the garlands.’

“Oh, great,” your mother says, “we won’t have to waste too much time.”

“Mhmm,” you agree and bring your other arm around the box, pressing your phone to it as you follow her.

She doesn’t wait as she walks along the wall of the garden centre and dips through the door. You catch up inside, nearly bouncing off of her as you hold the box ahead of you. She squeals and points out a shelf of ornaments made of pine cones. You humour her with a smile and hum.

“Those are cute, mom, but we’re not here to shop,” you huff as you peer around.

That woman in the patchwork jacket looks like a farmer. She has the square jaw of a real hard lady. You know she’d probably best you in any physical combat. You meet her eye, tilting her head in question, ‘are these your crochet goods? Huh? Did you make me come all the way down here?’

She frowns and quickly turns away. Alright, not her but you’ve definitely creeped her out. You glance back at your mom as she ogles the ornaments. You wonder how she manages to work from home effectively.

“Excuse me, uh, SashayCrochet? Um, I think that’s for me?” A voice draws you back to face the rows of trees and hanging wreaths. You almost fall over as you recognize the man approaching you. No flipping way. “Hey,” he points at you in a similar epiphany.

“Uh, Farmer’s Delight?” You grimace.

“That’d be me,” he smiles. He’s wearing the same tan jacket, you note the stain by the pocket, “thanks for meeting me here.”

“Uh huh,” you squint at him. What a gosh dang diddly darn coincidence this is. “Here, everything’s there. Have a good day.”

“Oh, wow,” he sputters as you push the box against his stomach, slowly placing his hands on the corners. “Do you mind if I check to make sure or–”

You hold back a sneer. You can’t believe this. You had a bad feeling all along. You somehow don’t think this is fate. You think this guy has a problem. Why would he needs a lady’s magenta cap and matching mitts?

“Honey,” your mom finally catches on to the scene behind her, “oh, is this him?”

“Um, hello,” the weirdo smiles at her, “yeah, uh, it’s me. Cole.”

He offers his hand as he shifts the box under his arm. Your mother shakes his hand and nearly vibrates in excitement. She loves finding a new mark for her unending small talk. They deserve each other.

“Cole, that’s such a cute name,” she rescinds her hand, holding it over her chest coyly, “matches you well.”

“Mom,” you growl, raising your chin defiantly at Cole the creep, “I included an invoice so you can see everything’s there. Go ahead and check, we have things to do.”

“Honey, don’t be so rude,” your mother chides, “so, Cole, you live on a farm?”

He sets the box down on the corner of a table and shuffles through the contents. You stay where you are as your mom steps closer. You wonder if she sees the silver in his beard and just thinks that’s some festive touch. He’s ancient.

“Yeah, my parents’ place. I help out. As much as I can.”

“Oh, wow, I always dreamt of living out in the country but I’m too much of a busy body. The city is where I belong,” she preens, “but my daughter, she’s loves being at home. Don’t you, honey?” She beckons to you but you don’t move. “Spends all her time making this stuff,” she motions to the box.

“It’s very nice,” he says as he admires the beret style cap, “good handiwork. Talented.”

“Yes, a good hobby,” your mom insists, “not so useful as working the field, I’m sure.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I guess, but it takes all sorts.” He lifts the box up again, “my mother is going to love all this. Her birthday’s just around the corner and I didn’t really wanna walk in with another gift store teddy bear.”

“Too sweet,” your mom chimes, “any mother would be so lucky. Honey, get over here.” She reaches back blindly and grabs your arm, forcing you up next to her, “she always makes me something pretty for the holidays but you can only really have so many socks and scarfs.”

“Mom,” you snarl again, glowering at Cole as amusement dimples in his cheek.

“Actually, uh, I was just coming from the market. I have a booth there. I sell plants, so, uh, I have some in my car. If you wanna have a look. You can have one for free… some probably won’t last that much longer,” he suggests.

“Oh, plants! I love plants. And with this weather, everything’s so grey,” your mother trills. “We’d love to have a look.”

You almost hiss at her again but you don’t want to argue, not in front of this man. He smiles and leads her out of the garden center. You trail behind reluctantly. Your mother glances over her shoulder and snaps her fingers at you. You come up behind her and lean in close.

“Mom,” you whisper, “do you really think we should follow this stranger to his car?”

“Stranger? He’s so nice.”

“You said two words to each other.”

“Don’t be so cynical,” she snaps back, lowering her voice as she talks out the side of her mouth, "he's gorgeous."

He takes her to a pale blue truck and opens the back door, he tucks the box on the floor and steps back, gesturing to the back seat. You furrow your brow at your mom. She is easy pickings.

“You can have a look. Mostly cacti,” he shrugs.

“Don’t mind if I do,” your mom steps up and peeks into the back seat.

You can see the edge of a cardboard tray as she moves around the small pots. You stay a few feet back and cross your arms. Cole edges towards you.

“I guess… we’re running into each other so I can apologise,” he says, keeping his voice notably low, “about the bookstore.”

“Huh, bookstore? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m being nice. I just wanna make it up for you. Why don’t you take a plant too?”

“I don’t have much of a green thumb. I’d rather knit my plants,” you sneer.

“You mean crochet,” he corrects you. You look at him sharply and he lifts his brows plaintively, “I’m learning, see?”

“Mom,” you put your hand up as if to say ‘talk to the hand’ and block him out, “hurry up. We gotta grab that thing for dad. Remember?”

“Great, I’m heading inside too,” Cole says, “they have some sod in stock and I need some chicken wire.”

“I like this one,” you mother shows a prickly cactus with a little red cushion on top, “and wonderful, you might know what this is,” she fishes out her phone with her free hand, “something for the sink. My husband sent me a link…”

You die a little as your mother shows him the web page. Of course she can’t just let him go. She can’t let you get out of this. She thinks this guy with his dumb blue eyes and sandy brown hair is some sort of Prince Charming.

“Maybe I’ll just wait in the car,” you say.

“Oh, honey, don’t be silly, it’s too cold for that.”

Cole looks at her phone, “oh, I know exactly where those are. One sec.”

He shuffles past her to shut his truck door. You glare at your mom but she doesn’t notice, she’s completely enamored with this tall hunk of weirdo. Whatever, you’ll have to sneak away and hide in the pet section and daydream about the puppy you never got.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #special interest #series #ghosted #drabble #au #bookstore au

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lockwoodsmouse · 1 year

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An Official lockwoodsmouse Review of Netflix’s Lockwood & Co.

spoilers... duh

Context: This is coming from someone who is an avid fan of the books, and has been for 6 years. I’ve read them over and over and know many lines by heart.

Okay, let's start...

SOUNDTRACK: 10/10

I swear I almost passed out when A Forest by the Cure started playing in Episode 2. That’s seriously one of my favorite songs ever and fit the vibe perfectly. I also love the instrumental soundtrack! I’ve been streaming it a lot. I watched the episodes with closed captions, so I knew all the titles of the songs they included in the show. If you are interested, I have my L&Co. playlist linked on my blog. The ending section includes songs that were on the show (excluding the official soundtrack instrumentals) but most of it is just songs I associate with the vibe/characters/events.

CGI: 9/10

I don’t really have much to say here, the ghosts were about what I imagined them to be in my head, and I have to say, the Wythburn Mill ghost creeped me out quite a bit.

PACING: 8/10

Like many of us, I would have appreciated more detail being given to the Combe Carey Hall case. That section felt rushed, but the second half (The Whispering Skull bit) felt just fine. I think if we just had one more episode dedicated to Combe Carey (9 episodes instead of 8) it would have been better. There also wasn't a lot of suspense, and the Red Room/Screaming Staircase didn’t seem like a big deal. Also, Lockwood unraveling the Fairfax mystery is just too good in the book! The show underscores how clever and pensive he is during those parts.

LUCY: 10/10

Oh my gosh. Ruby Stokes. She knocked it out of the house with her depiction of Lucy. She’s smart, feisty, moody, quick-tempered, vulnerable, anxious, and empathetic all at once. I really love seeing Lucy’s flaws, honestly. In the later seasons (FINGERS CROSSED GUYS), I really hope to see more of her strength/finesse with her rapier. I also like how it focused more on her mental health, and it’s clear that she feels safe in her new home, but is still hurting inside. I also love the backstory we get with Norrie. In the books, Lucy seems to deal with some internalized misogyny and some of that is definitely cleared up when she had such a close female friend. ALSO ANGST!!! wowie

*side note: those polaroid pictures of her and Norrie are the absolute cutest

*extra side note: SHE SAYS FUCK!!! GOOD FOR HER!!!

*extra extra side note: I love how they gave her blue as her primary color! It suits her.

LOCKWOOD: 10/10

Cameron Chapman was AMAZING. He really did well with his depiction of Lockwood, and if you watch any interview with him in it, he’s just hilarious. He’s cooly detached, just like he is in the books, and the suit/coat he wears is EXACTLY how I pictured it. One of the highlights for me was the panic attack scene after Winkman’s auction. This scene was so good that I wish it was in the books! It’s such a great detail and adds more vulnerability/dimension to his character.

GEORGE: 10/10

Ah, George. The lovable oddball we all adore. Ali Hadji-Heshmati captures George’s awkwardness and nerdy tendencies perfectly. He has kind of a quiet leadership, and I love his dynamic with the rest of the team. That scene where him and Lucy were bonding over pizza was the absolute cutest. True to the books, he is kind of the comic relief, but it doesn't feel overdone.

Give me more domestic scenes where George is wearing an apron.

LOCKLYLE: 10/10

Oh my. I was swooning. I had to watch all the episodes when my roommate was in class because every time there was a tender moment it was accompanied by a lot of squeaking and flapping around on my end. Anyways... One of my favorite scenes was the one where Lockwood bandages up Lucy’s injured hand (I’m such a sucker for tender hand holding and this show DID NOT DISAPPOINT). I know people are saying that it did feel a little rushed, but in my opinion, they were like this all the time in the books and Lucy was just really oblivious for a while. I love their dynamic so much and even all the scenes where they were fighting felt very much like you’d expect. ALSO WE GET JEALOUS LOCKWOOD OMG. I know some people think the Kipps/Lucy thing was weird, but it honestly could have been the same in the books, but Lucy is just (again) oblivious.

SKULL: 6/10

I really like the design of the skull’s jar, as well as the apparition itself. It’s exactly how I imagined. However, the skull from the books is so much more sassy, evil, and wise. That didn’t really come through in the show, but maybe they’re holding back for future seasons? I really liked the skull’s insights on the team in the book, as well as his clever wit, creative insults, and sass. Now that the characters can swear, this allows the skull so much more room for creative jibes.

honorable mention: GHOST LAMPS!!! 10000/10! we are all obsessed and rightfully so.

CONCLUSION: I will defend this show with my life. I love it so much.

p.s. if u read through all this, I <3 u. hope u enjoyed my nerdy ramblings.

#anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #skully #george cubbins #the screaming staircase #locklyle #jonathan stroud #lucewood #the creeping shadow #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood and co spoilers #the empty grave #the hollow boy #netflix lockwood and co #lockwood and co show

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silverpenwrites · 2 years

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Prompt #1

My first prompt! Gosh, I’m nervous to post this! But I need to see more Civilian x Villain prompts in the world dang it!!

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“Henchman!? What the bloody hell is that?!” Villain said, looking around frantically. “Is the base under attack?!”

Henchman didn’t flinch. “That’s the doorbell, Villain.”

“Doorbell?!”

“Yep. Would you like me to take care of it, boss?” Henchman waited for further instruction.

“No! No no, I’ll see to it!” Villain sputtered, leaving swiftly to the manor’s entrance.

Villain’s mind was scrambling.

Who would willingly visit Villain’s manor? Sure, his manor was smack dab in the middle of town square. But purely to show how little they see Hero as a threat to their plans. Merely a showcase of wealth and arrogance total confidence to remind everyone of their successes and badass-ness. Even goodies-goodies like Hero knew to never step foot in their turf. So, who would be foolish enough to trespass, to ring the town’s most feared criminal master-mind’s doorbell?!

Villain threw open the door.

“WHO DARE-” Villain started, before a startled squeak and a flash of light made him pause.

Before Villain stood Civilian with a polaroid camera clutched tightly to their person. The satisfied click of the device rang in Civilian’s ears, even as the the shutter closed.

“I-I just wanted to ask if I could take photos of your garden. It’s so lovely I just had to see if—— I just—— I’m so sorry to bother you, this was clearly a mistake——”

Villain placed a gloved finger to Civilian’s lips, effectively stopping their anxious ramblings, and plucked the newly developed photo from Civilian’s grasp and studied it.

Civilian was beginning to question their life choices, when Villain finally spoke.

“Do you take commissions?”

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I wanna bring more Civilian x Villain stories, dynamics, and writing prompts to the world! If you guys liked this, please let me know whether through liking, commenting, or even add onto this prompt with your own continuation! (Please, please @ me if you do!! I’ll be over the moon 🤩💞)

Thank you for reading, and I hope to post more soon ❤️🥰👋🏻

#civilian x villain #villain x civilian #villain #civilian #villian prompt #civilian prompt #writing prompt

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kennacore · 1 month

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WE NEED MORE BENATAR DRABBLES POOKIEE

QUICK AUTHOR NOTE: YOURE ACTUALLY IN LUCK!!!! I wrote a drabble for him like FOREVER ago and didn’t post it anywhere so here’s my chance to post it! I didnt proof read this but yeah lmaoo hopefully this like old ass drabble is okay👍🏻also reader is gn!! :D

warnings: none!! its just fluff :] for context you’re apart of the band. why or how?? I have no fucking clue man I wrote this in like 2022 LMAO.

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You’ve noticed lately that Benatar seemed down in the dumps, which concerned you. You cared deeply for all of your bandmates, so seeing them down would always make you worrisome. Currently, you were sitting next to the previously mentioned blonde on the couch, pondering if you should question him. The two of you were drinking tea together; the truth was you hated tea. You never had the heart to tell him that though, since the poor boy would already be preparing you a cup before you could ever deny it.

You began to get anxious wondering if you should even pry; maybe he didn’t want to tell you? You figured you would ask anyways to at least say you tried. “Hey um, Benatar… are you okay? You’ve seemed down lately… it’s worrying me.” The question seemed simple enough, yet Benatar was silent. But only for a moment.

“Yeah I’m okay love, it’s just well…” he trails off with a sigh. You gently place a hand on his thigh to encourage him to continue, flashing him a smile in the process. “Puff said somethin’ quite nasty to me the other day, and I’ve been gutted since. Usually I don’t pay much attention to what he says but… it really stuck to me.” He admits, a frown on his face.

So this was Puff’s fault? Man oh man, once you get your hands on that four eyed prick he’s dead meat. But, that wasn’t your main concern right now. “Oh Benatar sweetie, don’t mind him. You know he’s a complete dickhead,” you joke and take a sip of your tea that you hated oh so much.

This gets a chuckle out of the blonde as he copies your action, bringing his own tea cup up to his lips. “Ah I suppose you’re right, thanks for caring enough to check on me…” he smiled sheepishly at you, his cheeks tinted red.

You can't help but grin back, he was so adorable. “Anytime my dear, now why don’t you come here, we don’t have to talk about it anymore. Just let me take care of you,” you open up your arms, inviting him to your embrace. The blonde seems flustered at the gesture, but didn’t hesitate to scoot closer to wrap his thin arms around you. Benatar was so gentle with the way he held onto you, he treated you as if you were a fragile doll. He was such a sweetheart, it made your heart swell.

He seemed tense at first, but it doesn’t take long before he’s melting into your embrace. “You’re so cute, you know that, right?” You comment as you begin to sway side to side gently into the hug. You could feel Benatar tense up again at your comment, you could only imagine how red his face was. You just had to see how red his face was, so you slowly break the hug and surely enough you were correct. His face was lit ablaze with a bright red shade.

“You… you think that I’m cute?” The blonde questions, stumbling over his words in the process. You giggle as you nod your head, “Of course! I think you’re so talented too. Everytime I get to watch you play an instrument or sing I’m always so impressed. You’re the coolest guy ever,” you praise while grabbing his pale hands; deciding to hold them.

The blonde looked like he was about to explode from all of your kind words. The poor guy probably wasn’t used to such kindness. “Oh gosh… thank you, truly! Your words flatter me,” Benatar looks downwards with a shy smile on his lips.

Impulsively, you lean in and give him a kiss on his blushing cheek. As you do, a gasp of surprise left his now parted lips. You could feel his hands shake slightly in yours, his hands were also getting rather sweaty. Was he this nervous over a little affection? Oh he was seriously the cutest thing ever.

“Now, are you feeling better?” You question. Benatar nods with a large smile “yes, I feel much better. I quite liked your nice words, thank you once again, lovey.” The blonde's smile is contagious, you can’t help but break out into a grin of your own. You hope you can have a moment like this again with him sometime soon.

#your favorite martian #yfm #benatar #benatar yfm #benatar x reader

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shuichisweave · 2 years

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Your Bimbo reader x Edward was just- *chef's kiss* They're so cute I love that dynamic!

i'm so delighted to see that people liked my fic so much anyways haha after i got corona i had a huge writers block anyways lol heres part two

crosswords part two

Edward Nashton x Bimbo Reader

It had been a day since Edward had seen you last. He didn’t have the heart to text you. The fact that you had been so unbearably sweet to him, and handed him your number without him even having to ask for it. He was undeniably whipped for a girl he didn’t even know. He couldn’t stand the anxious feeling he got deep inside of himself when he became nearly brave enough to make the first move. Unable to withstand it for longer he began to chastise himself for his cowardice.

“Fuck, get a hold of yourself Edward!” He spoke to himself, “You’re making yourself look like more of an ass by not texting her. Get to it already!” He swiped his phone off of his dresser and searched through his coat pocket for his crossword puzzle page that you scrawled your number onto. It was only now that he had noticed the small glittery heart you had drawn next to your number, and he began to feel soft at the sight of it. It was a weird thought, but he thought your handwriting was just like you, cute. ‘No-’ He thought, ‘It doesn’t mean anything, the girl dots her letter ‘I’s with hearts when he writes… It’s insignificant.’ Regardless of that he typed in your number into his phone and sent off a message to you, it read as

-‘Hey this is the guy from the diner the other night.’

Finally typing this down he realized the completely embarrassing fact that he hadn’t even given you his name the night previous, nor had he learnt your name. Rookie mistake when meeting hot girls in tiny dresses. God, the more he thought about that dress…He hated to say it but the night he met you he was practically undressing you with his eyes, imagining you in nothing but the baby blue chunky pumps you had been wearing. He was laser focused on the small of your back, and how badly he wanted to wrap his arms around it and pull you onto his lap. His mind swirled with lewd fantasies of you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants before he heard his notification sound go off. You had responded!

He dashed to his messages and found that you had responded with,

-‘omg! hi!! you were super cool to talk to the other night! do you want to talk on the phone together?’

Fuck fuck what had he gotten himself into? He was utter shit at talking on the phone to people let alone a grown woman he was interested in. What was he meant to do in a situation like this? This was foreign territory that he had never ventured into before, and god, now was as good a time as any to start making headway. “Man it the fuck up Nashton- get on with it!” He berated himself for his lack of courage softly under his breath. The illuminated keyboard shone back at him brightly, mocking him for not being strong enough to simply talk to a girl on the phone. He made his move and replied,

-’Sure thing, now is just fine.’

He did not know whether or not to call you first- but before he could even make that decision, he was startled by the deafening sound of his ring-tone and the drop down notification showing an incoming call from your phone number; speaking of, he should really set up your contact in his phone when he gets off the phone with you. He fumbled with his phone before clicking ‘accept’ and pushing the phone up to his ear before being met with your cheery greeting tone.

“Hey hi! It’s great to finally talk to you again- um. Wait no i've got it… give me a second. Oh gosh I’m so embarrassed… What was your name again?” You said remorsefully, clearly humbled at the fact that you believed you had lost his name.

“No-no it’s alright, when I uh, met you the other night we never got around to exchanging names, I’m Edward by the way,” He said, slightly comforted by the fact you were almost equally as awkward as him. Key word being almost, he had the same amount of grace as a brick being thrown through a window. You chuckled lightly over the other end of the phone and replied with your name back to him. He grinned at hearing this, a soft swelling warmness in his heart began to appear. You began to speak again to him, “So um, Mister Edward… I was wondering if I could possibly see you again sometime soon? Maybe you could come over to my place, and we could … I dunno, watch a movie? Your choice of course! I’m down for anything.”

Was this a message? From God? To see that he was truly out there? Because fuck, he felt like he was in heaven currently. Before he could leave you hanging he hastily replied, “YES! I mean yes. Of course. I’m free this Wednesday if that works out for you?” He was white-knuckling the knees of his trousers so hard he was afraid he was going to burst a blood vessel in his eye. He waited with baited breath for your impending response. Finally, (thank fuck) You replied back, “Totally! You like popcorn? I’ve got a couple bags and I've been waiting for a good excuse to use them. I’ll text you my address and we’ll link up then okay? But promise me you’re not like, a totally creepy murderer got it?” He let go of the breath he had been holding in unknowingly, and answered the pressing questions you had.

“God-I no! Of course not. But yeah that sounds good to me. I’ll be there. I guess I um…Promise not to be a psycho killer?” You squealed in excitement into the receiver on your end of the phone, “O.M.G. I’m so excited to see you again Eddie! It’ll be just me and you! It’s a date! See you then!” You half screamed before the call ended with a beep.

It’s a date. It’s a date. It’s a date! He could feel his face warm and his heart soaring out of his chest.

#edward nashton x reader #fanfic #riddler #the riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #riddler x reader #edward nygma #edward nashton imagine #edward nashton smut #edward nashton #bimbo reader

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taeyongdoyoung · 1 year

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pairing: seungmin x gn!reader

side couple: OC daisy x minho

genre: strangers to academic rivals to platonic soulmates

author’s note: this is a special gift for my golden rejiever @serizawasan i sincerely hope they like it because i put my soul into it 🥺

word count: 5.7k

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It was a rainy summer night when you met Kim Seungmin. Your friend Daisy wanted to support her boyfriend's band at some bar and she had dragged you with her against your will. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. Whenever the weather was rainy, you were generally the type to opt for staying inside, reading a book with a cup of coffee in your hand. You didn't like huge crowds or talking to strangers, they made you anxious. But this was different. The bar wasn't too big and you were together with Daisy, so it wasn't that bad. And her boyfriend's band was pretty good, actually. Especially the guitarist. There was something about him that captivated you. It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into the song. Just playing an instrument wasn't enough. He had something special. You didn't know him and yet, you could instinctively tell there was a hidden lonelines about him. You could relate to that. Even when you were surrounded by people, you felt...alone. Something about the handsome stranger's eyes told you that he was just like you.

After the band's performance was over, your friend Daisy hurried to congratulate her boyfriend.

"You were great, babe! As always," she exclaimed and kissed his cheek.

"I know," Minho responded with a smirk. "I see you brought your friend," he pointed out, tilting his head in your direction.

"Yeah, this is Y/N. I've told you about them!"

"Nice to finally meet you," Minho shook your hand. "Did you enjoy our performance?"

"Yeah, it was alright," you murmured and mentally slapped forehead. Alright was an understatement. They were super good! Especially the guitarist.

Minho chuckled as if he could see right through you. Maybe he could. You remembered Daisy once mentioning you had the same zodiac sign as her boyfriend. What if there was some telepathical connection between Scorpios?

"Alright, well, me and the guys are gonna get some drinks. You want anything?"

You shook your head, while Daisy asked for a strawberry margarita. With Minho out of earshot, she immediately asked:

"Why didn't you order a drink? You're gonna need one if you wanna talk to the guitarist."

"I hate you for being so perceptive," you rolled your eyes.

"You love me," Daisy stuck her tongue out at you. "His name is Kim Seungmin, in case you're interested. I could introduce you."

"I'm not interested," you denied. "And even if I was, how am I supposed to even talk to him? You know how awkward I get around strangers."

"Well, technically, he's not a stranger," Daisy pointed out. "He's my boyfriend's friend...so that makes him a friend of a friend?"

"Minho is not my friend," you replied.

"Ouch," Daisy placed a hand on her heart, feigning offence. "Anyways, the offer still stands."

"Thanks, but I'll pass."

Daisy shrugged, about to let it go, when Minho that damned menace had to waltz in and ruin your solitude.

"Brought you your drink," he told Daisy. "And also brought Seungmin."

"Hi," Seungmin greeted shyly.

Oh, no. Why was his voice as pretty as him?

"You know my girlfriend Daisy," Minho said. "And this is her friend Y/N," you were introduced before you could argue against it.

"Lovely to meet you," he shook your hand, his grip firm and yet gentle, for some reason making you wish you could hold his hand forever. "What did you think of our performance?"

"You were pretty amazing. I mean, it...the performance...I mean..." Gosh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

"Huh," Minho eyed you suspiciously. "A few moments ago, they said it was just alright," he quoted you.

That traitor.

"Shh," Daisy pressed her palm against her boyfriend's mouth and pulled him to the side, attempting to give you and Seungmin some privacy to get to know each other. Your adored your friend but this was a terrible idea.

"Thanks, uhm...I'm glad you had fun," Seungmin mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"It was like...when you were performing, you conveyed all of your emotions and they poured out of you, captivating everyone. Music is not as easy as just learning how to play. Not that playing an instrument is easy. It totally isn't. I mean...there's much more to it. You managed to express all this tenderness and yearning and...loneliness. It was absolutely brilliant and I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Sorry if this got...too personal. I don't usually share that much with strangers."

Seungmin stared at you puppy-eyed, completely awestruck by what you'd just told him.

"Don't apologize. This is the most profound feedback I've ever received about my music. I appreciate it. Truly."

You nodded, not sure what to say next. Unfortunately, Seungmin took your silence for lack of interest in getting to know him better.

"Right, erm, I'll get going. I'm pretty tired and..."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me," you responded coldly. Damnit, you hoped you hadn't come off as rude. You just...had difficulties maintaing a normal conversation. You couldn't do small talk. You either lapsed into a monologue that was way too deep for a first meeting or into silence.

"Right," he said again. "I hope you come to more of our gigs. See you around."

"See ya."

You didn't come to any of the band's performances despite your friend begging you multiple times.

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You hadn't expected to run into Seungmin ever again. But fate seemed to have other plans. With the arrival of the first cold winds of autumn, it was time for university to start. And you were beyond surprised to find him in your class. You wondered if he remembered you. Some part of you hoped he didn't, you didn't want to recall how vulnerable you'd been that night. A hidden part of you hoped he did, that you'd left a kind of trace, small as it was, in his mind. Because you hadn't been able to forget him, no matter how much you tried to focus on other things.

He didn't approach you the first couple of weeks. And neither did you. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe all was forgotten. But then, you started noticing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Despite both you and Seungmin having the highest grades in your class, the professors treated him differently than you. They were so nice to him, constantly praising him for his hard work. That was so unfair! You were sacrificing your sleep, your mental health and your social life in order to be perfect. But the professors didn't seem to notice you. They were always talking about Seungmin. Especially Mr. Kim. You wondered if they were related, having the same surname and all that.

"They became so buddy-buddy in the span of weeks!" you complained to Daisy over the phone one evening.

"In what sense?" she wanted to know more.

"I overheard Seungmin calling Mr. Kim by his first name Namjoon!" you groaned. "I wish that was me."

"Alexa play Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood," Daisy giggled.

"Shut uuup. Whose side are you on?"

"Yours, angel. Always. If you want me to murder Seungmin for you, I will. Want me to hide a body? I've already dug the grave."

"You're terrible," you sighed loudly.

"I love you, too," Daisy chuckled. "Try to get some sleep, yeah? You have a morning class tomorrow, right?"

"Ugh, don't remind me. I'll have to see Seungmin's face again. I'll need at least three coffees to get me through the day."

"Take care of yourself, sweetie."

"Good night, Daisy," you murmured and hung up.

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The next day was a day from hell. First, you'd overslept and were 10 minutes late for your class, which made you feel like shit. You hated the judgemental look professors had on their faces whenever a student walked inside the lecture hall, filled with half-asleep students who had miraculously gotten there on time. Ugh. Then, you had to wait in a ridiculously long queue during your break because you couldn't possibly function without the daily dose of caffeine. To top it all, during your final class for the day you found out you had to work in a group project. With none other than Kim Seungmin. Great.

You groaned loud enough for the entire room to hear you. Oh, shit.

"What's up with you lately?" Seungmin confronted you after the class.

"What do you mean?" you raised your eyebrows.

"I mean, back in the summer, you were so nice to me about my music. And now that we're in the same class, you glare at me like I stole your lunch money. What did I ever do to you?"

"None of your business," you snapped at him without meaning to.

"It's going to be my business if we're to work together on this project. Don't make this more difficult, darling."

"I'm not your darling," you hissed. Despite your first impression of him being rather positive, the more he talked, the more you wanted to shut him up. Also, why on earth did the professors prefer him over you? You were twice as hard-working and much nicer...to those who deserved it, anyways.

"Fine, whatever," Seungmin lifted his arms in frustration. "Meet you tomorrow after class at Starbucks."

"What?" you blinked in shock.

"To work on the project, dumbass," Seungmin grinned.

"Don't call me that."

"Did you think I was asking you out?" he teased. "In your dreams."

"Everything about you is a nightmare," you groaned.

"Don't be late, darling," Seungmin warned. "Unless you want to fall behind on this course."

You were indeed in danger of falling. But not in an academic sense.

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The following day was way better. You got to class on time and you were feeling more energized. Of course, it wasn't entirely helpful that you had to listen to your favourite professor Mr. Kim constantly praise Seungmin for his incredible work on the recent assignment and his outstaning class participation. You were sick of it. You were giving your best and no one cared.

"You should cut down on coffee," Seungmin commented after seeing you get what appeared to be the third cup for the day at Starbucks.

"You should keep your nose out of it," you replied, while purposefully maintaining eye contact while sipping your drink. This was so unlike you. During your first meeting with Seungmin, you'd been so nervous and awkward. Now that he was your academic rival, you were behaving like a totally different person. You didn't know why.

"I'm just worried about you," he shrugged.

"Why?" you were surprised by his sincerity.

"Because if you get sick, who'll help me finish this group project?" Seungmin joked.

"As if you need my help," you bit on your tongue a second too late. The words were already out.

"So, this is what it's about."

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction but he had already gotten close enough to the truth.

"Yes. I'm exhausted of busting my ass for nothing. The professors always prefer you. I'm sick of it, alright? I just want someone to tell me I'm doing a good job for once! All of my efforts go unnoticed."

"They don't go unnoticed."

"Yeah? Name one person who-"

"I notice."

You didn't know how to react. On the one hand, you were touched by his words. But on the other hand, you were still too frustrated to let him win.

"Yeah, well, you're not Mr. Kim," you blurted out.

"I could be whatever you wish to call me," Seungmin responded with a wink.

"Ew, gross," you grimaced. "Let's work on the project."

But the stupid tall boy seemed to have another idea.

"I notice," he repeated gently. "The way you bite your lips when you're really focused on something. The way you always have an extra pen or two in case someone in our class would need it. The way your notes are so tidy and how you highlight the important stuff. The way the left side of your kanken backpack is slightly torn but you don't want to throw it away because it's served you well for so long. The way you carry a little golden retriever keychain, hanging onto the belt loop of your jeans. The way your eyes light up when you are passionate about the topic you're speaking of. The way your smile is brighter than the stars and your pupils sparkle, made up of constellations. The way you don't want me to stop talking to you even if you pretend to dislike it. Trust me, I notice."

You gulped on nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence. This was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to you. And no words you could come up with appeared to be an adequate response.

"W-why are you telling me all this?" you sniffled. You hoped he didn't catch that.

"Because you deserve to hear it," Seungmin said laconically. Simple as that. "Okay, time to get started on this project."

You didn't press him further. But you were afraid by the time you were done with this project, sleep wouldn't be the only thing you'd lose.

"He's so annoying!" you exclaimed to your friend Daisy as you two were browsing through the shelves at the university library.

"If he annoys you so much, why don't you just ignore him?" Daisy pointed out.

"I can't. We have this project..."

"We're here now, it should be a welcome distraction. For someone you claim to dislike so much, you sure talk about him an awful lot."

You avoided her eyes, neither denying it nor confirming it.

"Oh my God. You like him!"

"He is the bane of my existence. The darkness himself. The worst thing about university."

"He's a human-sized puppy," Daisy chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Admit it."

"Never," you were adamant.

"You'll eat your words one of these days."

"The only things I'll be eating are chicken nuggets."

☂️☀️💜🐝

Despite your initial reservations, the more time you spent around Seungmin, working on this project, the more you realized how nice he was, how easy it was to talk to him about anything, really, not just discussing your academic work. You had a gradual change of heart but something else changed, as well. You noticed that more and more of the professors started acknowledging your hard work and praising you for it. At first, you took it for granted and just thought maybe your valiant efforts were finally starting to pay off. But when Mr. Kim (who never complimented anyone besides Seungmin) said you did a good job on your most recent assignment, you just felt something was wrong. Not that you weren't enjoying the attention, you totally were. But it was so sudden it appeared suspicious. After your class, you were supposed to meet Seungmin to work on the final elements of the project.

"Did you ask the professors to praise me every once in a while?" you confronted him instead of greeting him.

"Noo," Seungmin replied but he avoided your glare. He was a terrible liar.

"Just tell me the truth!" you groaned, exasperated by everything associated with Kim Seungmin.

"I thought it'd make you happy," he attempted to justify your actions. "I thought you'd no longer see me as a threat if-"

"Seungmin!" you exclaimed angrily. "I want them to praise me because I'm actually doing a good job, not because you bribed them into it!"

"I didn't bribe them!" Seungmin responded. "Just told them I think it's unfair they only pay attention to me when you're studying just as hard. I'm sorry, I know it was morally wrong to do that but...I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly."

"That's right. For all your high grades, you never think, do you?" you sighed.

"I'm an F, of course I don't think," Seungmin tried to alleviate the tension at the café.

"Not the right time for jokes, Kim," you hissed at him.

"Look, I'm really sorry. How can I make it up to you? I can buy you coffee for the rest of the academic year or bring you homemade brownies that my roommate Felix keeps making."

"As tempting as these offers sound, I don't want you to exploit your poor roommate. Besides, I have something else in mind."

"Anything!" Seungmin promised immediately.

"I hate speaking in front of an audience. I know we worked on it together but...I would realy appreciate it if you presented."

"Done, done, I'm on it!" he agreed rightaway. "I promise I won't let you down."

"Thanks," you nodded, feeling a little better. You had been so nervous about next week but knowing Seungmin would present was such a relief. Wait, why were you thanking him? He owed you one for the stunt he'd pulled. "I mean, cool."

"Right," Seungmin chuckled. "So, let's finish this thing."

"Can't wait," you lied. You had to admit to yourself, you would miss talking to Seungmin so often. Accidentally brushing your hand against his pretty long fingers while writing, seeing his stunning smile, listening to his velvety voice, smelling his captivating perfume...He smelled like autumn and midnight rain, like the fur of a baby golden retriever after hopping in puddles for too long. His smiles were sunshine-personified and filled with so much warmth you felt you would burn if you got too close. His voice was like the most bittersweet melody you'd ever heard. His fingers were delicate, like an anguished writer's or a lonesome piano player. Wait, what was wrong with you? Since when had you remembered each detail about him? You were grateful Seungmin couldn't read minds or else this would have been very embarrassing.

☂️☀️💜🐝

The next week arrived sooner than expected. As did the day of the presentation. You were quite relaxed before the class since Seungmin had promised he'd talk but you'd still decided to go through the main points and conclusions you'd drawn while preparing the project. Later, you would be grateful to yourself for doing so. The class began and Seungmin was nowhere to be seen. You messaged him a couple of times but there was no response. Luckily, the other groups would present first so you were still hopeful Seungmin would show up, albeit rather late. You were starting to panic when your turn arrived. Still no Seungmin.

"Y/N, the floor is yours," the professor said.

"Seungmin was supposed to present," you mumbled anxiously.

"That's not an excuse. Either do it yourself or you'll both get failed for this course," the professor said.

You had no choice but to go through with it. Your hands were shaking and you felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest. You tried to ease your breathing and focus to the best of your abilities. You felt as if the entire world was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. Everything was too much. You somehow managed to convey the most important ideas you'd developed in the project. You went through the presentation slides and explained some of the information on there.

At the end of the presentation, the professor seemed pleased enough by your performance to give you the highest grade possible and grant you with a reassuring smile. But you felt no satisfaction. You knew you had forgotten some of the facts in the project. But that wasn't what troubled you the most. Seungmin had let you down. He'd promised he would do this one thing you asked him to. And he hadn't even bothered to show up. You felt deeply disappointed. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But it still hurt. You needed to talk to someone. As soon as class ended, you messaged your friend on your way home.

You: I'm so upset

Daisy: What happened? Who do I have to kill?

You: Seungmin 🔪

Daisy: My boyfriend won't be very happy about that but anything for my favourite bee 💜

You: I knew I could count on you but actually I'm not texting to discuss murder plans. Can you ask Minho to send me Seungmin's location?

Daisy: Uh oh, you want to kill the giant puppy yourself?

You: I'm just gonna talk to him 🙂

Daisy: Why is the smiley face more concerning? But dw, I'll ask Minho

Five minutes later, you received a text from Daisy's boyfriend with Seungmin's coordinates.

Minho: Try not to kill my ex 🙄

You: WAIT SEUNGMIN IS YOUR EX?!?!

Minho: Why are you so surprised? Didn't Daisy tell you?

You: She probably thought it wasn't her secret do divulge...

As much as you were shocked, you knew your friend always had your best interest at heart so you couldn't exactly blame her.

Minho: It wasn't exactly a secret, I thought you knew. I mean, it wasn't a bad break-up so I didn't even bother deleting our old photos.

You: Sorry, I don't have the habit of stalking your social media

Minho: Your loss. My posts are outstanding. And my followership is huge.

You: So is your ego 🙂

Minho: Ouch 💔 I give you my ex's address for whatever reason you need it and this is all the thanks I get?

You: Thanks. Bye!

You closed the chat with Minho and walked towards Seungmin's home. It was nearby and you couldn't wait until you got there so that you could kick his ass for leaving you to present all by yourself.

Once you'd arrived at the door, you knocked angrily. You were greeted by a golden-haired boy with freckles whom you'd never seen before. You put two and two together.

"You must be Felix," you smiled. "I'm Seungmin's partner for this project at our university."

"Yeah, um, hi," Felix replied.

"I'm here to see Seungmin. Is he inside?"

"He is but now is not a good time."

"Not a good time? That asshole promised he would present our project and he didn't even-"

"He's really sick," Felix explained. "Like, high fever, excessive coughing, runny nose level of sick."

"Did he make you cover for him?" you were distrustful.

"No!" Felix was shocked. "If you don't believe me, you're free to walk inside and see for yourself."

You didn't wait to be asked twice as you made yourself at home. Felix showed you the way to Seungmin's room. When you saw him lying on his bed, curled up in fetal position, used tissues lying on the floor, his hair glistening with sweat, all your anger dissipated into thin air. You immediately felt bad for assuming the worst of him, when the reality was he had been struggling, as well. Just in a different way. You debated leaving because you thought he was asleep, but apparently, you'd been mistaken.

"You can stay if you want," Seungmin mumbled weakly.

"Seungmin, I'm so-"

"I'm sorry I couldn't present," he beat you to it. You had meant to apologize for showing up uninvited but Seungmin, as usual, was one step ahead of you.

"It's okay," you whispered.

"Did the presentation go well?" Seungmin wanted to know.

"You look like shit and you're worried about the presentation?" you were in disbelief.

"Thanks," Seungmin chuckled humourlessly.

"I didn't mean it like that. Can I get you something? I've heard soup or fruits help."

"I appreciate it but Felix already gave me those. You should go if you don't want to catch anything."

"A few moments ago you told me to stay," you were confused by all the mixed signals. Did Seungmin want you gone or not?

"I mean...it's really nice that you're here but I wouldn't wish such a bad flu on my worst enemy."

"Am I your worst enemy, then?" you teased.

"Not even close," Seungmin shook his head.

"I used to think you were mine," you confessed reluctantly.

"And now?"

"Now I'm not so sure anymore," you were tearing up. You didn't even know why. When had Seungmin started to mean so much for you?

"I'm the one down with the flu and yet you're the one who seems to need comforting more," Seungmin observed.

"I don't," you denied the truth. "I'm strong enough to handle everything myself."

"That's the thing. You don't need to. Everything you've been keeping...you can let it out. I'm right here."

You didn't realize what got into you as you rushed into his arms without thinking, burying your head into his chest. Once the tears started falling, there was no way to stop them.

"I'm so exhausted, Seungmin. Of always trying to be perfect. Of always doing my best and my best never being good enough to satisfy everyone. I'm so sick of it. I just want to exist comfortably as a human being without having to constantly prove myself. Is this too much to ask for?"

"It's not, darling," Seungmin held you tightly. "And you're wrong. You are more than enough. You don't have to be perfect, it's okay if you mess up every once in a while. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're a fool. I'm so proud of you, alright? I'm sure you did an amazing job on the presentation and though I feel guilty for not being there for you, I am now. And will continue to be for as long as you'll have me."

"I told you not to call me darling," you said seriously but you weren't even angry. You'd needed to hear this so much. You hadn't even known how badly.

"Yeah, well, try to stop me, darling," Seungmin chuckled and kissed your forehead quickly, taking you by surprise.

"You're such an ass," you groaned but your words carried no venom. However, you couldn't wipe your grin off your face. You'd come here to yell at Seungmin and you'd ended up feeling like he understood you better than anyone. So much for him being the bane of your existence. Daisy would never let you hear the end of it once she found out. "Speaking of asses, why didn't you tell me Minho was your ex?"

"Didn't think it was relevant to our project," Seungmin shrugged.

"It's not but considering he's currently dating my friend Daisy, I think I ought to know more. Why did you two break up anyway?"

"We wanted different things. Our separation was amiable and by mutual consent."

"You make it sound like it was a divorce," you couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you be a little more specific?"

"It's...a sensitive topic."

"Come on, I had a whole breakdown in front of you. I think we're past that."

Seungmin sighed reluctantly but started talking anyway.

"As you've probably figured out already, Minho and Daisy are very...sexual beings. Not that it's a bad thing! It's just...not my thing."

"Oh," you knew exactly what Seungmin meant.

"Like...when I see a person that appears interesting, my wish is to get to know them on an emotional and intellectual level. Minho can't go one day without touching butts, which...good for him, I guess, but I never saw the appeal of it. I think him and Daisy work together so much better than I ever did with him. I'm just wired differently. I don't know if this makes sense..."

"It makes perfect sense!" you exclaimed. "This will probably sound weird but when I met you in the summer, I felt like you were similar to me in that regard, like you can "get" me. But then, you left so abruptly and I figured it was all in my imagination."

"I left because I thought I was making you feel uncomfortable!" Seungmin admitted.

"You weren't! I mean...I'm always awkward like that, in case you haven't noticed."

"Now I know (insert Doyoung meme). And it wasn't."

"Wasn't what?"

"Wasn't just your imagination. I also felt that way when you said that thing about the yearning and the loneliness. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you in my class. And how sad I was when you were ignoring me."

"I thought you didn't even remember me," you laughed.

"You're pretty difficult to forget," Seungmin replied but your conversation was cut short by a strong coughing fit coming from him.

"Right, I should probably leave you to...um, recover. Sorry for outstaying my welcome or whatever," you mumbled nervously.

"You're always welcome," Seungmin but his usually velvety voice was now too quiet to hear.

"Still, I'll get going. I hope you feel better soon."

He grabbed your wrist before you could get up from the bed.

"We'll resume this conversation once I'm back to university, yes?"

"Yeah, of course," you agreed rightaway, even though you weren't sure what more there was to say. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop talking to Seungmin. Even with the project over, Seungmin's presence in your life had become a constant you couldn't imagine losing.

The next day you received a message from him while you were in class.

Seungmin: I miss you 🥺

You weren't ready to admit that to him yet but you missed him, too. Instead, you changed the subject.

You: Do you fell better?

Seungmin: Not really but I'm sure talking to you will help

You: As much as I'd like to help, I still have to take notes

Seungmin: Nerd. You're just like me frr

That made you chuckle but then you remembered where you were and pressed your hand against your mouth.

You: I can send you photos of my notes if you want. Ttyl

Seungmin: Much appreciated. The offer for me buying you coffee still stands

You didn't see his message until after your classes ended but you decided to tease him, albeit with a delay.

You: Are you asking me out?

Seungmin: Maybe I am (insert Levi quote)

You: I don't do romance

Seungmin: Who said anything about romance?

You: I'm super confused right now

Seungmin: I'll try to explain when we meet up in person

You sighed, because you couldn't wait until Seungmin was back. Stupid flu. And yet, if it wasn't for it, maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to show up at his place. Maybe both of you wouldn't have been in the right mindset to share the things you did with each other. Or maybe you would. But in a different context. You didn't believe in fate but the way you met him in the summer and then been put to work together on the same project at university seemed like a strange string of coincidences.

☂️☀️💜🐝

Three days later, Seungmin finally returned, healthy enough to function properly. You sneaked glances at him during class, nervously anticipating your next conversation, which was bound to happen after the lecture ended. Usually, all your braincells focused on the topic the professor taught, but now your mind was racing through the possible outcomes of what Seungmin might say. Before you knew it, the class was over and you could see Seungmin coming your way. He was so tall and his hair was so dark. Just how you liked your coffee. You mentally reprimanded yourself for being lame and tried to gather your bearings.

"Hi," he greeted you simply.

"Hi," you replied. Gosh, why was this so awkward? As if you were meeting all over again.

"We should talk."

You didn't like how that sounded. So serious. And here, you thought you'd been making progress. You blinked in concern and followed him outside. You thought you would grab coffee but Seungmin surprised you by leading the way to some unfamiliar direction.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"There's this cute pâtisserie nearby. You like sweet things, right?"

"You've noticed!" you were touched by how observant Seungmin was when it came to you.

"I told you I notice," he repeated his words from one of your earlier conversations.

When you arrived at the place, you ordered a brownie and a macaron, while Seungmin wanted a croffle. Once you two were seated at a table, you were a bundle of nerves. It was only a matter of time before Seungin brought up the fact that you had unfinished business.

"Don't freak out."

"I won't."

"I think you're my platonic soulmate," Seungmin blurted out.

You didn't know what to say. In all sincerity, you've had similar observations, as well. You just hadn't been sure whether it'd be appropriate to address them. From your first encounter with Seungmin, you'd felt an immediate connection. And the more you got to know him, the more you had become certain that he understood you better than anyone. You didn't have to pretend to be someone you weren't. You could just...be.

"I think you are mine, too," you admitted.

Seungmin's smile immediately lit up the room. Sunshine. You could tell he'd been worried to bring this up.

"So...partners?"

"What is this, a cowboy movie?" you joked.

"Do you have to argue with me about everything?" Seungmin groaned.

"Howdy, partner," you kept messing with him.

☂️☀️💜🐝

It was a rainy autumn night. Your soulmate Seungmin had dragged you to a rooftop against your will. The two of you were lying next to each other, stargazing and cuddled up under the warm blanket. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. When it rained, you liked to be alone. But so did Seungmin. Maybe you could be alone together. The dark sky contrasted with the bright stars felt oddly comforting. Like a hug from a golden retriever. Like the sun's rays on a particularly cold day. Like the sound of a heartfelt symphony.

"This is nice," you murmured reluctantly.

"Told you you'd like it," Seungmin responded confidently.

"Do you always have to be right?"

"Would you prefer if I was left?" he teased.

"Asshole," you rolled your eyes affectionately.

"Darling," Seungmin flicked your nose playfully.

Brief silence reigned between the two of you. But even silence was comfortable with him.

"What do you see me as?" Seungmin asked seriously.

"I once saw you as my soulmate in this life," you purposefully used the past tense. Banter with him was your favourite pastime.

"I still am," he replied sincerely, taking you by surprise.

You smiled fondly.

"Oh, look, it's a shooting star!" you exclaimed. "We should make a wish."

Seungmin gripped you tighter without saying anything. But he didn't have to. You weren't going anywhere.

"What did you wish for?" you wanted to know once the star had finished its fall.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," Seungmin explained.

"Oh, come on. You can tell me anything."

"Everything I wish for is right here."

For once, you decided not to argue.

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He stayed the same, All of me changed like midnight

The End

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jungshookz · 11 months

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Oh my gosh cee I’ve missed you so much!! I was coming back and checking your account regularly to see if you were back, I was so worried about you!! I wanted to message you so many times but I didn’t want to intrude in case something bad had happened but oh my stars I’m so glad you’re okay!! 🥺😭

I’m heartbroken reading what happened, and I can’t believe there is someone on this planet who had the audacity not to treat you like the queen you are???? but I’m so glad you’re healing ❤️

You are an absolute gem of a human being and you deserve so many wonderful things! I know I only know you through what you post on tumblr but you are one of the highlights of my experience of being an ARMY 💜

the world feels a bit brighter today now I know you’re okay 🥹💕

thank you so much for the sweet message!!!! when i first logged back in i was so anxious bc i thought everyone was going to be upset with me (which, understandable) and i was so touched when i saw that a majority of the messages were just you guys being worried about me and missing me and it just feels so good to be reunited with you guys

u have NO idea how much i missed you!!! and i'm so excited to see where the rest of the year takes us <33

#answered #<3

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squidbrain · 11 months

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All I've Ever Wanted

A Captain Rex x Oc fan creation!

The Clone Wars changed everything. Danger was seeping into even the safest of places. A peaceful planet finds itself wrapped up in a political uproar that endangers the royal family. The Jedi Council assigns the 501st to assist establishing a Clone presence on Ziphus. Their Captain takes on the task of protecting Ziphus’ Archduchess, a young diplomat named Sarela, but she proves to be quite a handful for the stoic soldier!

18+ only! Later chapters will have mature themes and explicit writing!

Chapter Five: A Princess’s Perspective

Sarela tries to ease her burden with a new perspective ahead of a very important meeting.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Waiting had never been a favorite pastime.

Sarela paced in her office, heels clicking on the wooden floor, waiting for word from her friend. She was trying to read trade reports that her uncle had sent, but she was far too anxious to focus.

Sarela had called her father about the matter and informed him exactly what was going on. Orys had gone out to speak with Grandduke Kelan, leaving Sarela alone with Rex. He didn’t seem the type to care much for trade reports, so she couldn’t even read aloud to distract herself.

She crossed the floor again and again, gripping her datapad tightly with both hands.

“You keep pacing and you’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” Rex said gently.

Sarela huffed and stopped dead in her tracks. “I’m anxious!”

“I can see that,” he replied.

She walked across to the sofa and dropped dramatically onto it. She flopped backwards and laid across the cushions. “What would you do if you were in my position?”

Rex looked at her from his place next to the door. “What do you mean?”

She looked back at him. “You’re a princess-,”

“A princess, am I?”

“Gosh! Prince! Let me finish!” she huffed.

He chuckled softly.

“You’re a prince and Dooku approaches your planet. Asks you to leave the Republic,” she continued.

“I said no the second he appeared,” Rex answered.

“Oh, of course!” she said. “But now you face your people. They are anxious. Scared. You tell them you’re bringing an armed force to their planet. Much larger and more heavily armed than their own army. Life for them was peaceful and felt removed from the conflict. Now they’ll see echoes of it every day.”

“That’s war,” he said.

“Yes, but how do you tell them that?”

“Exactly like that. That’s war,” he said.

Rex came closer to her and sighed. “Do I have your permission to speak freely?”

Sarela sat up and looked at him. She motioned to the chair across from her. “Please do, Captain.”

Rex sat down and took his helmet off. He set it down on the table between them and leaned forward.

“Listen, your planet is pretty. All of your people are so put together and fancy. But war? It’s real ugly. They’re worried about a bunch of guys in armor? I got news for them, the droids are a hell of a lot uglier than we are. And what they’ll do to this pretty planet is ugly. So here’s what you say; War is ugly, but it’s here. It came to this pretty planet and it’s making things ugly. That’s war. The planet will stay safe under the clone army’s care. Carry on and quit whining about some minor inconveniences.”

Sarela took in his words slowly. She nodded and looked down at her lap where her datapad lay. “I suppose I am a bit soft spoken. Maybe your harsh approach will help them see reason.”

“I could be harsher, honestly, but it's a start,” he replied.

Sarela looked back at him. “Say it. I’m curious.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. He shrugged. “They’re bitching about inconvenience, but it sure as shit a real inconvenience to be created and sent to war and have no other purpose but to die to keep them safe. But you don’t hear us bitching.”

Quite harsh! Sarela’s stomach sank. His coarse language wasn’t lost on her and while it normally would make her cringe, his message hit her harder. She looked away from him. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“No one does,” Rex said.

Sarela sat back on the sofa. She crossed her legs and sat up straight, fully facing him. “Captain Rex, please tell me what being in the army is like.”

He breathed a laugh. “You really wanna know?”

She nodded. “Yes. I really want to know. I think it will help my perspective.”

Rex looked at her for a moment, head cocked slightly. “Well, I suppose I could. If it’s not too bold to say, you seem like the kind of girl who doesn’t get out much.”

“The last senate session was the first time I ever went beyond our moon,” she replied. “So you are correct.”

Rex raised a brow. “You’ve never been anywhere else?”

She shook her head. “Never. And Coruscant was quite a shock! So busy and cluttered. The fashions, the people. It was a lot to take in.”

“You seem to have survived,” he said.

She smiled. “I did alright. I learned a lot. Made friends. But regardless, I have one perspective of the galaxy. A princess’s perspective. It’s hardly worth anything.”

“You study politics, so you’re not a total loss,” he teased.

She giggled softly. “At least there’s that.”

He smiled at her. Sarela stared at his smile. It was charming. She’d seen dozens of clones before, but there was something about Rex that was just different.

“You know,” she started, “Before I went to finishing school, I never left the palace. I never even spoke to an outsider until I was twelve.”

Rex crossed his arms and shook his head. “Sheltered does not even begin to describe you.”

“No, it does not. So, please, lift the veil, Captain. Tell me how ugly it is to do what you do,” she said.

Rex smiled. “If you insist.”

The pair of them talked for some time. About his creation, his youth, his training. Some of the things he’d seen were too horrible to recount, despite her insistence. He was gentle with her. She had the feeling he wasn’t pulling back the curtain all the way. Just enough so she could see something beyond her pretty little life. Something more real than her entire existence.

Sarela was royalty. Heir to a kingdom. She was born into her life and raised from the moment she was born to be a ruler. Her life was so carefully curated by her father and her advisors. Orys had been brought in to work with her from the time she started studying politics. He’d guided her, taught her. She was his pupil in every way. But when did she stop being a pupil and start being a puppet?

She would never think that Orys had ill intentions in any way. He was a good man, but he was firm when he guided her to the decisions she made. He wasn’t pushing an agenda, just ensuring that she wouldn’t take a misstep. He guided her words, her appointments, her interactions. He held a string attached to her.

Zena held another. She guided her household. She was careful about who Sarela interacted with socially. Shooed away girls that she thought may not be a good influence on her. Her tea dates, garden walks, salon gatherings were all carefully curated by Zena. All to ensure Sarela did not misstep socially.

Her parents held two more strings. Her father held the thickest one. His guidance ensured Sarela would be ready to rule in his absence. He wanted her to be a strong and kind Empress. He wanted what was best for his people and preparing the throne for his death likely weighed heavily on his mind. His firm hand guided Sarela toward a strong future.

Her mother guided her in love. Sarela had never been in love, of course, but she had been presented with a handful of suitors. She courted one of them, but he wasn’t interested in her. Pushed at her by his family, so she kindly broke the courtship and let him go gently. Her mother worked hard to cover the affair with flowery language to avoid scandal. Thena was already pushing Sarela toward a new beau. She wanted to ensure Sarela was cared for like she was, but also to ensure she fulfilled her duty; birthing an heir.

So many people held strings attached to her arms, her heart, her mouth. Rex didn’t talk to her like that. He was gentle and careful with his words, but he wasn’t fully sheltering her. He was lifting the veil slowly.

When the door opened Sarela finally looked away from Rex. She had been staring so intently while he spoke. She blinked to adjust her vision and watched Orys approach. He handed her a caf drink and showed her his datapad.

“Your Highness, I messaged you three times,” he said. “Princess Lili responded. Is everything alright?”

Rex stood and went back to his place at the door. She watched him put his helmet back on and resume being what he was born to be; a soldier.

Sarela blinked and looked down at her own datapad. She gasped and snatched it up. She had been so enthralled by Rex’s words that she hadn’t realized any messages had come through. She opened Lili’s message and read it aloud.

“Archduchess, it’s an honor to be invited to talk about this most important issue. It is my understanding that Finis used a harsh tone and let his temper rule your meeting. That was not the intention of the Apran house and I wish to rectify it immediately. I will join you at the requested time,” she said.

She was relieved! She let out a little breath.

“Progress,” Orys said, sitting down.

“Indeed,” she said. She sipped her caf and sighed softly. “I needed this.”

“I figured you would,” Orys said, smirking.

Sarela opened the trade reports again and sipped her caf while she read them again.

“Kelan says the Horne clan wants to increase their trade agreement,” Sarela said.

“The Mandalorians?” Orys looked down at the reports. “What do they want?”

“More tea and they want wool. They’re willing to bring in more metal works,” she answered.

“I don’t see why not,” Orys said. “So long as they make good on their end.”

Sarela nodded in agreement.

Clan Horne had come to the planet years ago. A lone band of Mandalorians, they were looking to make small trade agreements. They needed supplies and they offered intricate metal works made by the clan leader’s sons and grandsons. Sarela owned several pieces of jewelry made by their silversmith. She saw no reason to deny the clan and hoped Kelan would grant their request.

Sarela’s nerves were still prickled, but she was a little more at ease than before. She found herself glancing at Rex often. He had truly helped open her eyes, even just a little.

She hoped she could have more interactions with Rex. He seemed like a genuinely nice person. Perhaps rigid, but he was a soldier. She wondered how he was when he truly relaxed and let loose.

The intercom on her desk suddenly beeped and pulled Sarela from her thoughts. She hurried over to answer.

The desk attendant’s voice came through. “Your Highness, Grandduke Kelan is here to see you.”

“Send him up at once,” she replied.

Orys looked at her as she sat back down. “Good timing. We can talk trade.”

“I have a feeling he’s here to talk drama,” Sarela said.

Orys hummed and sipped his caf.

Kelan entered the room moments later and they paid respect to one another. Orys bowed to him and waited until he was told to resume sitting. Kelan sat down on the chair next to Orys and smiled.

“How are you this morning, sprout?” he asked Sarela.

Kelan was a few years younger than her father. He had the same dark hair and eyes, the same looks. He was a kind man and a wonderful teacher.

Sarela shifted in her seat and sighed softly. “I’ve been better, uncle.”

He nodded slowly. “I would imagine.”

Kelan shifted in his own seat and rested his ankle on his opposite knee. He crossed his arms and slouched. An absolute vision of a carefree prince, though his cares were great.

“I heard what happened. Your mother came to me,” he said. “I’m sorry. It should not have happened and I have addressed Alara’s behavior.”

“Addressed, sure, but will you control her?” Orys asked.

“Control Alara? My good man, the strongest willed man in the galaxy couldn't control her,” he laughed.

“This is no laughing matter, your Grace,” Orys said.

Kelan shook his head. “It’s not, no. Forgive me. Sprout, I can send her to the country if you’d like. Get her away from the palace for a time.”

Sarela considered, but she shook her head. “She’ll just hate me more. Besides, I cannot sanction her expulsion. It’s my father’s court. He’ll decide what her punishment will be. Though, I wouldn’t mind being away from her.”

Kelan nodded. “I’ll speak to Zena. We’ll rearrange your house.”

Sarela nodded and sipped her caf. “And Miri?”

“I can move her away. If you want,” he answered.

Sarela thought of her cousin. Miri was a spineless little thing. Always doing what her mother told her to do. She worried that Alara would tell Miri to sabotage her from within while Alara was away. Sarela sighed.

“Don’t move her just yet,” she said.

“Your Highness, it may not be wise to leave Miri in your house,” Orys said.

“I’ll talk to her,” Kelan said. “Miri fears her mother, but I can reason with her. Make sure she behaves.”

Sarela nodded. “Please do, but know that I will not hesitate to dismiss her if I sense she’s carrying on her mother’s behavior.”

Kelan nodded. “I understand.”

Sarela picked up her datapad and looked down at the trade reports Kelan had sent her. “Let’s talk trade, uncle. Put this ugly business behind us.”

He smiled. “I agree.”

Kelan explained the new trade agreements to Sarela in great detail. There were many, but she did her best to focus and understand what she was being told.

Again, she found herself glancing at Rex. He was still against the wall by the door. He shifted on occasion, but didn’t really move much. She was eager to talk one on one again, but her duties that day would keep her quite busy, she was sure.

Kelan had a lot to explain to her. Some of their trade treaties were on unstable ground. Especially now that the Separatists had shown up. He was expecting calls any day from worried parties scared they wouldn’t get the goods they were promised.

This put more pressure on Sarela’s shoulders. She needed to push Apra into allowing a clone occupation. She needed to be firm with her people that were starting to make noise about the clone soldiers being present in their districts. She needed to make sure Ziphus continued to stand and function as it had for hundreds of years. She wasn’t about to let her planet fall.

Sometime just after a light lunch, the desk attendant called again. Sarela crossed to answer the call.

“Your Highness, Princess Lili and her brothers have arrived to see you,” she said.

Sarela’s gut twisted. She looked at Orys and Kelan and took a steady breath. “Send them up at once.”

She paced a few steps. Her hands were trembling.

“Calm down, sprout. It’ll be alright,” Kelan said.

Orys hurried to open the door and welcome in the Apran royals.

Lili came into the room slowly and offered her friend a warm smile. Lily was an exact copy of her mother and she had the same warmth and charm. Trailing in behind her came her twin brothers. Finis scowled. The royals paid one another respect and Sarela offered the sofa to the three.

The Apran siblings sat down together, Lili in the middle. Sarela sat down across from them.

“I will leave you to your business, Highness. Your royal highnesses, it was a pleasure to see you again,” Kelan said, bowing to them again.

After Kelan left, Orys ushered Captain Rex out of the room with him and he closed the door behind them.

Sarela smiled at the three, but her nerves were prickling.

“Dearest, I want to start this meeting with an apology,” Lili said softly.

“Oh, no. Please. That’s not necessary,” Sarela said.

“Of course it is!” Lili laughed. She looked at Finis. “Apologize to her. Immediately.”

Finis looked back at his sister and raised a brow. He was quiet for a tense moment and the air seemed to grow thick around them. Finally he turned his eyes to Sarela and nodded his head.

“Please accept my apology, Highness,” he said.

Sarela hesitated, but she nodded. “I accept, Finis. Thank you.”

Lili smiled and her feather ruffled up. “There! Friends again, yes?”

“She insulted us,” Finis growled.

“She spoke from inexperience and worry. Accidental insults are common in such times. I will set everything straight,” Lili said.

Sarela shifted uncomfortably.

“Lili, I never meant to imply that I did not care for your people,” she said.

“Of course not. And we know that,” she said.

Sarela knew there was a but coming.

“But,” she started, “Finis is right. We cannot accept a clone occupation of Apra.”

Sarela sighed. “Lili. You must.”

“Do you know how the Seer’s power works?” Lili asked.

“I do not,” Sarela answered.

“The Oracle grants us power from his blood. The red river is where it comes from. The Oracle is in the moon, do you understand?” Lili said.

Sarela nodded slowly. “I think so.”

“Every baby born on Apra is dipped into the waters to receive power. Some receive a lot, some a little, some none at all,” she said. “The Seer is endowed with great power. It comes from deep in the center of the moon. From the Oracle.”

Sarela nodded slowly.

“The Seer senses every living being on the moon. Every citizen of Apra can be felt by the Seer. You were felt the moment you arrived all those years ago,” she said. “If the clones occupy Apra, the Seer will sense them. So many men with the same destiny, so much death tied to their existence. It will confuse the Seer. The Oracle will become angry.”

Sarela sighed. This was quite a predicament.

“There must be a way to compromise,” she said.

Lili shook her head. “There is nothing to compromise. We will not accept a clone occupation.”

Sarela checked the time. They were due for the meeting soon. “Will you still come to the palace? To hear the Jedi?”

Lili made a face. Disgust at the word ‘Jedi’. Sarela had forgotten about the Aprans’ dislike of the Order.

Her face softened, though, and she nodded. “Yes, I will attend. Because you asked me.”

Sarela smiled. “Thank you, Lili.”

Sarela stood and gathered her files and her datapad. She pinned her hat back on and picked up her things.

The Aprans rose and stretched their wings. Lili smiled at Sarela. “We’ll ride just behind you, then?”

Sarela nodded. “Yes, that will be ideal. Are you alright with the clones escorting us? I have quite the entourage now.”

“Of course! We have nothing against the clone army,” Lili said. “Isn’t that right, Finis?”

Finis only grumbled in response. Sarela sensed a lot of tension between the siblings and she wondered if it was caused only by the current situation or if something else happened. Still, that was a mystery for another time.

Sarela was escorted from the building by Rex, Orys close at her heels. Sion had been waiting outside with his advisor and climbed into his speeder when he saw the party approach. The Aprans were safely escorted to their own vehicle and the party was off.

Their arrival at the palace was met with heavy clone guards. Many more than when she’d left. Sarela hoped Finis would keep himself in check. Though she was absolutely sure if he had no self control, then Lili would certainly control his temper.

Sarela climbed out of her speeder and held her files tightly. She was nervous. She wanted this meeting to go well. She hoped with all her might that the Jedi had a solution to the issue with Apra. She felt an overwhelming sense of guilt at the thought of pressing the occupation on them.

She had always held Lili’s friendship and she knew that pressing against her wishes would destroy that relationship. She would anger the Apran Queen, Lili’s dear mother. Queen Cora had been friends with her father for as long as she could remember. She would never want that friendship to be ruined.

A hand on her back almost startled her. She looked to her right and saw Rex at her side.

“You alright?” he asked.

She nodded stiffly.

“You’re white knuckling that datapad,” he said. “You sure you’re okay?”

She frowned and relaxed her grip. “I’m nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about. It’ll all work out,” he said.

“Are you so sure?” she asked.

“We always find a way to cohabitat a place and keep it safe. It’ll be alright,” he said softly.

Sarela forced a small smile. He was so comforting to her. It would be a sad day when he was finally recalled to more important duties.

The party traversed the halls of Sarela’s home until they came upon a set of ornately carved double doors. The guards at the doors immediately reached for the handles and opened the doors for Sarela and her guests.

Her father’s meeting room was quite cozy compared to many other rooms in the grand palace. It was still quite large, of course, and just as fancy and heavily decorated. Dark brown paneled walls with intricate carvings twisting up the wood from floor to ceiling. The white plaster ceiling held several gold chandeliers and crown molding stippled with gold leaf to catch the light. There was a large rectangular table in the center of the room with a set of matching plush chairs around it. Sarela had fond memories of hiding under the table while her father conducted business. Just to be near him.

Sarela curtsied deeply to her father, who smiled and welcomed her into the room.

He was standing by the window with their guests. A pair of Jedi and two clone soldiers. Master Skywalker and Padawan Tano were also present and talking quietly. Edric spoke to his clone escort by the window on the other side of the fireplace. Her mother and Helene stood with her father. He beckoned her closer.

“Cherub, may I introduce Master Jedi Torin Ornil and his Padawan Zyrah Mai,” he said. “And their clone Commander Rila and his Captain, Bren.”

Sarela curtsied to them and smiled. “A pleasure, truly.”

The pair bowed and Master Ornil smiled. The large Cathar Jedi was quite a sight! “Your Highness. We’ve heard much about you from your father and here you are, a vision in pink.”

“She never wears any other color,” her father laughed.

Sarela laughed softly. “Pink is my signature color!”

Master Ornil looked behind Sarela. She sensed his curiosity at the Aprans and she turned.

“May I present Crown Princess Lili of Apra and her twin brothers Princes Finis and Arel,” she said.

The Aprans paid their respect to the Ziphan royal family and then to the Jedi. Though that respect was tense, to say the least.

“A pleasure, your Highnesses,” Master Ornil said.

“We feel the same,” Lili said.

“Come!” her father said. “Sit and let us discuss this business at hand.”

“Your Majesty, Helene and I will take our leave now,” her mother said, curtsying to him.

“Of course, my love,” he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. He smiled at Helene. “Sure you don’t want to stay? For the politics?”

Helene made a face. “Yuck, no thank you.” She smirked.

He laughed and kissed her cheek. “Off you go, angel.”

The two ladies left the room, leaving the group to their business.

Tam took his place at the head of the table. Sarela sat to his right and Sion on his left. Edric was seated next to Sarela. The Jedi took up the spaces next to Sion and the princes next to Edric. Lili said opposite Tam. As the highest ranking noble from Apra, it was only right. Orys stood behind Sarela’s chair, just to the right. Nej stood behind her father’s chair. Sion’s advisor, his husband Lorn, stood behind him.

“First, allow me to ask how the base is coming along?” her father asked.

Master Ornil folded his hands on the table. “Quite well! We should be finished in a few weeks, I imagine. We have a larger team with us, so the construction should be quick.”

“Fantastic,” her father said.

“Our troops are mapping the planet as we speak. Looking for the best places for small outposts and such. Commander Rila will construct a schedule for guard duty and divide troops up once he has this information in hand,” Master Ornil explained.

“Excellent! How is that coming, Commander?” he asked.

“We’re right on schedule, your Majesty. Your own security force is assisting and being quite helpful,” Commander Rila said.

“Good news all around!” her father said.

Sarela glanced down at Lili. “For us, absolutely, but we have a matter to discuss concerning Apra.”

Her father nodded. “Of course. Your Highness, I am told you will not allow a clone occupation on Apra. Can you tell me why?”

Lili shifted in her seat and glanced at the soldiers standing behind the Jedi. “The presence of so many men will confuse the Seer. Her power will be overwhelmed and she will not be able to accept visions from the Oracle. He will become angry.”

Her father nodded.

Master Ornil cleared his throat gently. “Would your Seer be willing to try?”

Finis shook his head. “No. We will not risk angering our god.”

“We cannot accept the occupation, your Majesty. We will not,” Lili said.

“Sarela says Apra threatens violence if we move forward with the occupation,” her father said.

Lili looked at Finis. She fixed him with a hard glare. “No. Apra does not raise arms against its sovereign.”

Her father sighed with relief. “Thank the Great Mother. I would never hope to be opposed to your mother. She is a good friend.”

“She thinks the same of you, Great King, but you must know our friendship cannot survive an order that upsets our way of life,” Lili said.

“If this was not related to safety, then I would agree, but you must understand that there are lives at risk. An occupation will disrupt daily life, but a droid invasion will end your way of life. You must comply,” her father said.

Sarela frowned. The same argument. What else did they have, but the same argument?

“We will not submit to an occupation!” Finis snapped.

“Peace!” Lili snapped.

Torin sighed softly. “We must occupy the planet, your Highness. We need to ensure your safety.”

“Silence, Jedi!” Finis snapped.

“Remove yourself immediately,” Lili hissed at him.

The room went silent. The tension shared among them was already thick, but this outburst brought it to suffocating levels.

Finis stared at her in disbelief. “Sister.”

“Immediately,” she hissed again.

“Please, your Highness, I took no offense,” Torin said.

Finis said nothing more. He stood, bowed to the group, and left quickly.

Lili’s wings tensed. “These matters have divided my household. You have to understand what it does to us.”

“I am sorry,” her father said.

“Call off the occupation,” Lili said.

“No. I cannot,” her father sighed.

Lili stood sharply.

“If I may,” Captain Bren suddenly said, stepping forward.

“Captain?” her father looked at him.

The Jedi all turned in their chairs to look at him. The Commander and Captain Rex also paused to look at him. Sarela wondered what Bren’s story was. There was a story there. Bren cleared his throat.

“Would you agree to an orbital outpost?” he asked.

Lili slowly sat back down. “Orbital?”

“Yes, your Highness. One station in orbit, several ships to act as patrol. We could come down to the planet in small groups. With plenty of prior notice to prepare your people. Or we could send our own Republic probe droids to patrol the planet. We’ll stay above,” he explained.

Commander Rila patted his shoulder.

Sarela’s father looked at Lili. “A brilliant idea. Would you agree?”

Lili looked at Arel and the pair smiled. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Such a simple idea. We should have thought of that,” Arel said.

“So you’ll be alright with that?” Sarela asked hopefully.

Lili nodded. “We shall. A compromise.”

Sarela and Lili shared a smile and then she looked up to the Captain. He had moved back to stand with Rila and Rex. Sarela hoped she got to talk with him more.

She was eager to speak with more of the clones. Rex had given her a small glimpse into their world and she wanted more. His words about no one caring that they lived and died for the Republic still rang in her ears.

Sarela had a duty to Ziphus. As its Archduchess, as its Senator. She had a duty to her people. To represent them in the Senate and act in their best interest. She also had a life. Friends and hobbies, likes and interests. She loved to spend her free time in the country and in Harbor City, shopping and dining.

The clones also had a duty. But what else did they have outside of their duty? Nothing, it seemed. That didn’t sit well with her.

Sarela made a very important decision at that moment. While she watched the clones speak quietly to each other she swore to fight for them.

To give them everything they’ve ever wanted.

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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borathae · 1 year

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Holly molly oh gosh i’m gonna faintttt Sibibaby i binge read all the chapters last night and i’m sleepless as fuck but i’m sooooooooo happy and excited and warm and angry and anxious??? At the same time???

Geez my comments will be so messy because i’m going to talk about aaaalll the chapters i’m so sorry for this hehe

1-Their reunion 🥺🥺🥺 please i love yoongi boongie so much oh gosh he’s so caring and loyal and lovable and all the thing i want in a boyfriend 💜

2- Tae…oh tae tae tae i love u boy but not right now 🥲 sorry… i mean i love their polly relationships you know but sex with strangers? Making out with strangers in front of your mate? Just no. Sorry Taehyungie :(

3- Umm excuse me but is it weird that I literally panted and goes like ‘helll yeah!!!’ when Yoongi rip that Fringella bitch’s hand?? We love the protective creator boyfriend 🥺🥺💜

4- Okay when they met up with werewolves Yoongi said something like ‘i had my woman in my arms’ and I LITERALLY melted 🥺🥺 His woman 🥺🥺💜

5- I love it when Yoongi Boongie is a little possessive over oc 🥺 don’t judge me 🥲

6- When Jimin force fed his blood 🤬 I just started to feel soft towards to Jimin and then BAM! He fucking did this! And you know when oc felt sick because of Jimin’s blood i was like ‘ i want Yoongi 🥺’ and then he came and i felt safe again 🥺🥺

7- He was so fucking cute during their little lunch date! When he said the tree’s name all cute and waiting for her praise 🥺🥺 I like his mentality like ‘i like Jungkook too and i care for him too but you are my mate and the one in my life and i fucking cherish and protect you’ Oc you lucky girl *sighs* (i mean he didn’t say that exactly but i feel that his emotions towards oc is a little different from what he feels for others)

8- And Jungkoookkk!! Omg i feel so happy that they talk and officially become a couple gosh i was waiting for this 💜💜🥺 (mmm girlie? He unhinged his jaw just because he wants to swallow her entire boobie?? Excuse me?? Why so hot?? 🥵)

9- ohh and i almost forget that he cried when oc got lost in Paris :(( don’t cry Yoongi Boongie oh gosh he is so afraid to show his emotions freely but he literally cried when oc found him in front of the bar 🥺🥺 i’m gonna cry too noo

Omg Sibibaby i’m so happy to catch up!!!! MV is a masterpiece perioddd 💜💜

FJAJFJAJ YESS AAAH JFAJDFJ

NO BUT I AGREE WITH YOU SO FUCKING HARD OMFMG MIN YOONGI IS THE BLUEPRINT 😭😭

FJADSJFA this situation was so messy fajdsjf honestly Tae really didn't act like the greatest when he did that 😩

bruh same JFASDF SO FUCKING SAME FAJDSFJ this shit is so hot ajfjd like if an irl!man would do that "for me" I'd call the police, but vampire!yoongi doing that? brUHAFHD YES FANDFNA OMFG

afjadsfah that part afjadsjfja thisf ajdsfja I didn't think that "my woman" would have such a great impact on all of us and yet here we are afndsfn

SAME BRUH same 😩😩

I feel the same!! I really enjoyed their interactions beforehand and I was all rooting for them and then Jimin pulled that stunt and I just wanted to fight him🥴

I agree! I agree so fucking hard! This is the only truth :( OC will always be his one true mate and that thought just breAKS ME 😭 also the tree part ripped me apart he is sO CUTE AFJDJF

OKAY BUT I DIDN'T think that people would like the jaw unhinging part so much hahaha I cackled like crazy when I wrote it becuase it's so stupid but I love that you guys are into it fjadjf 😏

THIS THIS THIS!! THANK YOU omfg I knew I could count on you to be all like "oh soft boi cried" HAHAHA we are sharing one braincell again fajdsf he is smitten for her it's crazy 🥺🥺

I missed seeing your name in my inbox, my love hehe I'm glad that you're back and that life is treating you better again 💜💜

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #seagulljk #reviews

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reynie-muldoons · 1 year

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“A Joyful Lens” liveblog!

I know I’ve been kind of delayed on these but I want to watch the finale as soon as I can, so this liveblog is happening tonight LMAO.

RIP bingo for this one, I did not have time, and I don't have time for the finale either. I've been really busy, and work has me working weird hours, so I'm really sorry about that.

As always, spoilers under the cut!

0:58 it’s really fucking creepy how he sicced a kid on number two. Creepy ass child

1:21 just let him drink it dude

1:46 welp there she goes

2:09 well there goes that plan

2:22 “I could not poison my own brother” my guy it’s not poison

2:34 what the

3:03 I love that they have a code between each other LOL

3:10 “it’s our own system we made up to classify bug and animal threats to the farm and dictate our response” LMAO THOSE CUTE ASS NERDS

3:29 “I’ve stared down the barrel of Curtain’s brainsweeper. I’m fine staying put.” MY BABY GIRL KNOWING WHEN TO STEP ASIDE

3:35 “run silent, run deep.” REFERENCE TO THE INSTITUTE BREAK-IN

3:52 “thirty seconds pretty much guarantees they’ll be too far away to see our movements.” LMAO i take back everything I said earlier but at least my girl’s funny as fuck 4:13 straight jackets? really?

4:32 he is stone fucking cold. That's the face of a kid who rightfully held a grudge

4:47 you’d think the happiness technique thing wouldn’t make Constance lose her contrarian nature, just make it have a pleasant flare. It goes to show how much it’s truly altering these people

4:55 “just pull it.” why does he know how a straight jacket works

5:03 she ripped that thing off like tearaway pants LMAO

5:14 “that’s not my way, you know that Sticky” I hate that he’s already trying to appeal to him

5:48 yikies

6:01 and now time for the lovely intro. I really do like the style, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired if the vibe

7:06 it makes me sad that she was so unhappy, but at the same time it’s upsetting that it’s being achieved through manipulation and hypnotism

7:11 it really does seem similar to a manic episode

7:28 “but when I think with my mind I just want to resist with all my might” smart. Please listen to yourself

7:42 “what if you just don’t think as much? What if everything’s just fine?” this sounds like a neurotypical person trying to tell someone to just not be anxious

7:53 wtf is happening

8:03 again wtf is happening. This is like two drunk people pretending they’re sober

8:05 oh lord it’s both of them now hahahah

8:21 okay the hard cut was really fucking funny

8:25 is the two of them screaming out a song going to be an important plot point for the gang reuniting hahahah

8:34 “...wolves?” LMAOOOO

8:40 what on earth

8:45 OOP

9:11 “blink once if they have this room bugged” yikes

9:18 “sir, you’re dressed in the faded rags of a hostage” tell me why that reminded me of gert’s “the tower” (gert if you’re reading this i love that fic and its additions so fucking much)

9:24 “I’m getting my own soon” if they’re anything less than a loud yellow im suing

9:26 “I requested yellow” girl you’ve been hypnotized for like 5 minutes when did you have the time to do that

9:36 what is wrong with this child

9:52 rip rhonda and milligan’s free will

9:59 “it’s like a… horse-camel.” does Kate not know what a llama is??

10:29 Constance looks like she jumped right out of Hansel and Gretel

10:58 “I know I tease you, Sticky, but the truth is that I enjoy your scientific facts.” I wonder how much truth there actually is to that

11:24 AWWWW. I know Constance would not do that when not under the influence but it’s so sweet

11:27 “...what’s wrong with her” she didn’t even hesitate

12:07 oh my gosh actually?? Smooth. And very smart to keep up the act so that they can meet up with the other two

12:30 “you two need to blend in” as if they aren’t already on curtain and his team’s hit list

12:38 ew is this like a PR thing

12:51 I really don’t like the phrase “reach into someone’s mind”. Very brainsweeper-adjacent of you

13:07 is this supposed to be a masterclass or some shit

13:29 “and soon all of you will be ready to share your gifts with the world” this is getting very Whisperer-takeover-adjacent of you

13:35 I’m sorry but Milligan you look ridiculous

13:36 I love how they somehow managed to make the four maintain some aspect of their personal styles in their hobo clothes. Reynie has a collar popped for fuck’s sake LOL

14:04 happiness centers?? This is the same but opposite of the books’ SAD cases and facilities

14:10 yikes, they’re operating them? Curtain must be fully convinced that he has control over their minds at this point. Scary

14:17 another one bites the dust

14:24 “I got it, they’re undercover.” Sticky I love you but do you think Mr Benedict is that good of an actor. Like Milligan and Rhonda I get, they are skilled as hell, but he would never be able to keep his cool around his brother like that

14:32 oh that made me so sad, I saw how ecstatic Miss Perumal looked

14:46 wait it happened that quickly? You get one neck pain and then 10 minutes later you’re fully catatonic?

15:05 of course the guy it happened to was conveniently on a wheelie chair

15:27 I really don’t like the implications of “worldwide happiness revolution”

15:37 Mr B looks incredibly concerned. Did he break out of it? Is it possible to break out of it? Is it possible to feel things other than happiness? I have so many questions

16:28 “they seem… very happy to be with you.” fake asf

16:44 ohh Reynie sweetheart

17:15 ohhhhh Kate

17:35 “there is no point to that emotion” dude’s fucked

17:42 “you guys are so convincing!” “thanks :D of what :D” incredible

18:01 “we love it here Sticky, and you will too.” fucking creepy

18:38 “it’s only natural to want others to be as miserable as you are” I mean there’s her usually biting tone but also huhhhh

18:58 Garrison team up part 2 electric boogaloo

19:09 LMAO SHE YOINKED THE NOTEBOOK

19:40 oop they weren’t in unison that time

19:52 cover’s blown

21:13 “a correlation. Which is not the same as a causation.” just say you’re in denial and go

21:40 “and next time, do not bring me a problem for which you have no solution” so what I’m hearing is that homeboy doesn’t want to held responsible

21:57 AWW REUNION TIME

22:02 I GET THAT THEYRE MENTALLY COMPROMISED BUT MY HEART IS SO HAPPY SEEING THEM HUG

22:37 why does she write her r’s like that

22:37 I mean I get that it's a font but still

22:46 “optics. You mean like shining a bright light in someone’s eye?” don’t tell me they’re about to strobe people into awareness

23:06 “I’ve successfully stolen several items recently.” Kate, my love, I’m so proud of you LMAO

24:02 I’m really enjoying this compilation, each person is contributing in ways that play to all of their skills so dang well

24:19 that’s right, now learn to appreciate your dad’s contributions

24:36 “50/50… maybe…. 40/60?” loving the confidence lol. What a weird ass solution

24:49 it is so deeply strange seeing them all frolicking

25:01 I find it hilarious that the hippy pants don’t have belt buckles so Kate had to make a sash for her bucket

25:22 good grief. I know I said it earlier but it’s like they’re drunk off their asses

25:24 so did Mr B just like… forget about what he saw or

25:35 “that… is an unexpected vision.” agreed

25:47 “where’s my dad? Let’s start with him.” she can pretend she’s not worried about him all she wants but I will simply not believe her

25:57 okay so he didn’t forget. But he’s still dancing. So does the hypnosis thing kind of interject happiness into everything else, like force it to the front no matter what? Is that why he’s so chill? I still don’t quite understand how this works logistically

26:03 “and I knew I should feel something but I couldnt, which terrified me” okay so that does kind of answer my question, from what Mr B’s saying it negates other feelings to the point of overriding them

26:22 Milligan my guy chew with your mouth closed

26:42 I know he’s compromised but I think he would’ve responded the same way if he wasn’t because he’s so soft for her

26:54 “you are an amazing person, Kate Wetherall.” “I have strong genes.” AOJSDLFKSJDLF

26:54 THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS

27:19 moment of truth

27:28 “...you deliberately misled me at the gates.” LMAO HE’S BACK AND HE’S BITTER

27:45 MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THEM

27:57 “looks like you’ve gotten acclimated :D” creepy

28:34 RHONDA’S FACE HAHAHAH she’s like “I can’t believe this shit”

28:43 “Oh, can it wait? I’m vibing.” drunk queen energy lol

28:53 “trust me.” “and I do, with my life” LSKDFJLIDSFJ AWWWWW

29:07 they’re going to be a problem if they’re watching so closely

29:13 first of all, don’t J&J recognize them from school?? LOL. second, called it

29:58 why did they have to tackle him like that adfjlafj

30:06 “my shoulder! It’s dislocated!” “STAY WITH ME” “it’s just my shoulder but thank you!” these two hahahhaa

30:58 “she gets a vote now?” in this house I demand respect for Miss Perumal 😤

31:52 “us :)” awwwwww

32:18 so is he like trying to do it to himself or

32:21 he WAS damnit that’s sad

32:28 equal parts sad and creepy. This is a desperate man

32:47 LMAO HUH

33:08 so number two’s original plan is in action lol. He is in a literal body bag

33:47 LMAOOOOO they’re fucking zoomin

34:06 why do they call them the greys too? Like.. don't they have an actual name for them. Like, say. Recruiters

So I did this liveblog in a few parts, but as I’m typing this it’s Wednesday night. I’m about to watch the finale.

34:24 idk why I gasped bc I knew it was coming

Damn, this season really took a hard left LOL. I have 0 idea what to expect for the finale. See you guys there!

#a joyful lens #mbs liveblog #mbs disney+ s2 #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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