#happy cringe day wednesday

[quinn-pop]

let’s do some autistic meta knight headcanons!! over explaining my interpretation of meta knight yet again wooooo

this orb has NO idea how to talk to people!!! outside of work anyway. a lot of this is partially due to upbringing (suppressing his emotions all the time) but he does not know how to express emotions, like…at all.

this goes into a few things

1. yeah talking is hard. even after figuring out what he wants to communicate he will struggle. conversation can be so overwhelming, especially under pressure. he will need time lol

2. because of that, forming connections is hard. i really don’t think meta is much for shallow relationships, and certainly not early in the timeline. which also means he has very little experience with friendship. so a lot of the relationships he did have went kinda neglected, and issues that probably could’ve been worked on by talking became…*cough romk* escalated.

3. honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if meta convinced himself he couldn’t feel emotion (anymore) until like. katam-ish. he tried very hard lol

vulnerability is terrifying. (though this gesture here is also just comforting, like his little cape cocoon thing he does.)

unmasking—yeah im taking the mask thing very literally here—is a big deal and a very slow process for mk. i’m sure he has a lot of feelings on that lol. it served as a way to ensure no one could ever, y’know, see him.

i can’t say i think he’d ever fully ditch it—there’s always gonna be some days that are more stressful than others and if having it could help him get through it, it just makes sense. mainly when working.

it really is about vulnerability. granted, i don’t think he has the most expressive face (in my head every astral just tends to stare at things) but i doubt he has much control over it. can’t fake a smile but also can’t hide it. probably blushes easy because yeah, astrals; just look at kirby’s face.

just the idea that someone might be able to read his expression and know what he’s feeling before he’s ready for them to (or even understands it himself…) yeah he doesn’t want that

but emotional turmoil aside, i think his mask also hides a lot of his stims

remember that whole “suppressing your feelings” thing? yeah turns out that ignoring half your instincts isn’t a good idea. so in true meta knight style, he tries to stim as subtly as possible

1. he has the least control over his wings, so they will flick and twitch on their own. they’re usually a good indicator of how he’s feeling, not unlike the body language usually seen in cat ears and tails lol. flapping is also an extension of this of course, though he probably suppresses it more.

2. this also effects when he takes his wings out. pretty much every time he’s excited or nervous it just happens. kinda makes me wonder if his wing cape ordeal might also go into the suppression thing… (i’d say yes, but using a cape is also very comforting so it’s not necessarily a bad thing)

3. going back to the mask thing; he stims a lot underneath it. think like biting or pursing your lips. he bites his tongue and clicks his mouth. that sort of thing. his mask also makes it harder to notice that he is constantly sighing, humming, grumbling…all that

one nice thing about the mask though is that it helps a little bit with lights!!! woo

(look at him and his magically floating glasses)

sensory stuff—i think he’s mostly bothered by light and sound. maybe a bit of texture. he’s pretty sensory avoidant and perfectly happy standing off to the side not touching anything.

the one exception to this is physical affection, which is, despite all of this, most of how he shows affection. it’s a lot easier to hug someone than to try to explain your feelings for them, after all.

i think he would like pressure though. so that’s probably part of it. and i’m pretty sure there’s some connection in here to fighting (dang, is that the only way he knows how to get his energy out?)

anyway, pretty much all of this is in contrast to kirby, who i would gladly nominate as the champion of Doing Whatever He Wants. he might pick up a few bad habits, but he will never mask the way meta knight does. he might not understand how he feels, but he’s in tune enough to express it…usually.

this is a very good thing for meta because it helps him to do the same thing. kirby’s so energetic, it’s hard to not want to stim with him. it reminds meta to be kinder to himself and explore his own emotions. he can also help kirby understand themselves, so this connection is very important.

yeah, at the end of the day, everything kinda just boils down to kirby and mk as parallels

this is the conclusion i promise

to me, meta’s arc is about growing stronger by growing kinder, and this is mostly by learning to be kind to himself. letting himself be a person again, loving and understanding other people, and eventually, letting go of all the expectations placed on him and doing the things he’s always wanted to do…

autism headcanons are fun for me because it’s cathartic to write, but at the same time, it just makes sense in this sort of narrative. meta is, to me, inseparable from these things. and so is kirby! that’s a dynamic that’s a lot of fun to play with, and it’s at the heart of my kirby interpretation.

if you actually read all this WOW thank you

#i almost considered not posting this on a wednesday but then i wrote everything and uhhh yeah i think i gotta so #happy cringe day wednesday #for as many notes as i have on these characters i really don’t talk about it much #but meta knight is a special case because i am terrible at subtlety and he wouldn’t be meta knight without it #so this is to contextualize some things #because of what ill have in the next few days haha #basically these are just things i consider when writing meta #but a lot of it is subtextual and i dont know how well it comes across #kirbyposting #kirby #meta knight #headcanons #autism headcanon #this is practically an essay lol oops #i have like 2/3 of a fic that explores most of this in a way i probably won’t do again #but we’ll see if i ever finish it #god kirby concepts are so fun to chew on #i overthink everything i make so much lol

[wandaromanova]

obvious

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Wednesday-level threats, that’s about it

A/N: hello! this is bad but it was fun to write. as always, not proofread cause i’m lazy. happy reading <3

anon requested: Reader and Wednesday are dating and reader is super affectionate; always kissing Wednesday’s cheeks, holding her hands, and just generally being physical like that. Reader doesn’t really think much about it until Enid mentions one day how surprised she is Wednesday let’s reader perform so much pda. Which makes reader suddenly stop. (Wednesday notices this ofc and is like “wtf???? Why did you stop?”)

Summary: Things aren’t as obvious as they seem, for both you and your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams.

Word Count: 2.1K words | wednesday masterlist

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

The entire student body was shocked when word of your relationship with Wednesday Addams spread across Nevermore.

You were outgoing and friendly while the Addams was intimidating and unapproachable. The two of you were an unlikely duo, the epitome of opposites attract.

It was remarkable to those around you, how the goth girl who hated being touched would let you hug her and live to see the next day.

The sight of Wednesday visibly relaxing in your hold was a stark contrast to the tenseness that permeated throughout her body whenever someone brushed their shoulder against hers in passing. 

Although the affectionate gestures were offputting to others, it was second nature for you.

Not once had you considered the fact that Wednesday loved to keep people at arms-length and then some.

In your mind, she was just your other half, and with touch being your love language, it only made sense. 

That was until Enid brought it to your attention. 

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It was an average day in the quad, your boisterous classmates scattered throughout the open area when you walked up to the table that you always sat at.

Wednesday’s back was toward you, so you took the opportunity to sneak up on her.

Wrapping your arms around her waist, you kissed her cheek quickly before settling in the seat beside her, as your backpack hit the floor. 

The Addams turned her head toward you, staring at you impassively. You failed to notice the tiniest hint of a blush that graced her cheeks. Wednesday was grateful for your obliviousness. 

“Do you have a death wish?” She questioned monotonously as you gave her a wide smile.

“Yeah, only by your hands though,” you responded easily, sending her a wink before turning your attention to the bubbly blonde sitting across from you. 

“Hey Y/N, how’s your day been so far?” Enid smiled at you widely as she awaited your response, taking a bite of her sandwich which she chewed lazily.

“It’s been alright, but it's even better now that I’m here with my favorite girl… and Wednesday,” you laughed with Enid at your own joke before cringing as the girl beside you jabbed her elbow into your side.

The werewolf found the action even more amusing, her giggles increasing tenfold.

Your eyes met Wednesday’s as she glared at you, silently warning you to retract your statement. 

“Aw Wens, you know I’m kidding. You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” you interlocked your fingers with hers under the table, bringing your conjoined hands up to your lips, placing gentle kisses on each of her pale knuckles. 

Her eyes raked over your features in thought, before abruptly standing up.

“Where are you going? Did I upset you?” You worriedly looked up at her as she let go of your hand, scared that you offended her. 

“It’s foolish of you to think inane words would disrupt my psyche. I have a Hummer meeting to attend,” Wednesday said, shrugging her backpack on.

“Come to my dorm tonight,” the raven-haired girl stared down at you, adjusting her blazer that crinkled slightly from her movements.

“Okay, but why?” You asked curiously, head tilting to the side. The action made Wednesday’s heart flutter, but she would never say that out loud.

“Enid needs help with her psychology homework,” she nonchalantly replied, so caught up in observing you that she forgot the werewolf was even present. 

Wednesday was quickly reminded when you turned your attention to the blonde. 

“You do? I thought you said the class was easy,” your eyebrows furrowed together, further evidence of your cluelessness.

You missed the threatening glare your partner sent Enid’s way.

“Uh… yeah I lied. I’m actually really struggling and need your help, pretty please,” Enid’s eyes fluttered back and forth between you and Wednesday, a nervous smile on her lips. 

Luckily, you didn’t question it and agreed to assist her.

And with that, Wednesday left without another word, your eyes glued to her retreating form with a small smile on your face.

God, you loved her.

“You two are so cute it’s actually disgusting,” Enid dramatically grimaced at the lovestruck look on your face. You smirked at her, a teasing glint in your eyes. 

“Please, like you and Ajax don’t act all lovey-dovey when you’re together,” you wiggled your eyebrows at the wolf, taking the tray of food Wednesday had left on the table and eating it yourself.

“Yeah, but with Ajax and I, it’s not unusual for us to show some PDA. You and my roomie on the other hand, it’s shocking but in a good way,” she clarified before taking another bite of her sandwich as you processed what she said.

“Why is our PDA shocking?” Confusion was plastered across your features, Enid staring at you like you’d asked the stupidest question to ever be spoken.

“Wednesday hates being touched. It took me forever to get a hug from her, and I live with her! It’s a miracle she lets you touch her at all, let alone in public.”

Silence took over as you sat in thought, mindlessly picking at the food you no longer had an interest in eating. Enid was right.

Wednesday always made it clear that affection was something she despised. Perhaps you got excited by the euphoria of being with the girl you love, letting it cloud your judgment. 

Surely your girlfriend would have mentioned if your advances made her uncomfortable, right?

Your mind was swimming as the bell rang, indicating the end of the lunch period.

In a trance, you stood up, said goodbye to Enid, and walked to class. Before you even made it through the door to botany, you’d come to your conclusion.

You’ll give Wednesday the space she didn’t ask for.

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Wednesday was completely and utterly flabbergasted. For the past week, you’ve been different. Your personality around her was intact, but there was something severely lacking; physical contact.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday was at a loss. 

The goth girl recalled every interaction she had with you prior to the sudden change, but her efforts to rationalize your behavior were fruitless. 

Wednesday detested how the circumstance got under her skin like parasites.

Her thoughts were plagued with you, even more so than usual. Writing became an insurmountable feat that she failed to overcome.

She felt pathetic, not finishing the chapter of her novel that she was so close to completing. 

The raven-haired girl cursed her father in these fleeting moments. She simply must have inherited this pitiful need for her lover from the man. It was his fault that now, she resembled a lovesick buffoon. 

It was agonizing to be so close to you, but feel so far. 

Wednesday normally found your obliviousness endearing, but now she wants to commit every single degree of murder because of it.

Each lunch period, she would sit beside you, hoping for some semblance of comfort she so desperately craved, but to no avail. Even when she put her pride aside, she was literally left empty-handed.

How did you not notice her hand resting on her thigh, wide open for the taking? How did you not notice the astronomical distance between your bodies?

How could you ignore her ice-cold cheeks, desperate for the warmth of your lips to paint them with color?

The old Wednesday would ridicule this newfound version of herself. However, you changed her.

Whether it was for better or for worse, well that was a debate the goth girl had during times like this.

She shamefully reduced herself to obvious pining for the sake of having you close.

So… why weren’t you taking any of her hints?

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It was obvious Wednesday didn’t want you near her. 

Ever since you decided to give your girlfriend space, all she has done is look at you. She made no moves to initiate contact, just staring at you with emotions you couldn’t quite decipher. 

Admittedly, your mission was not an easy one. It took every fiber of your being to keep from holding your girlfriend’s hand or brushing away strands of hair that managed to escape her tight braids.

You felt as though you were punishing yourself, positive that you were the only one suffering.

However, your outlook changed the day Wednesday came knocking at your door.

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You were sat at your desk, back hunched over as you scribbled some notes down. You’d been in your dorm all day, declining the offers of your friends to head into Jericho. 

It was a Saturday and while everyone was hoping the day would never end, you wanted it to end faster.

Your study session came to a halt when three resounding knocks came from your door.

You smiled to yourself, knowing who was on the other side waiting for you. You stood up from your chair, groaning as you stretched your arms out.

When you swung the door open, you were met with Wednesday glaring daggers at you.

The Addams pushed her way into your room, not giving you the chance to greet her. 

Bewildered, you shut the door and turned to face your storm-cloud of a girlfriend.

She was standing in the middle of your room, dawning her checkered sweater that was slightly oversized and some black sweatpants.

She was so adorable even though she looked like she was gonna kill you right now.

“Well, hello to you too Wens,” you said sarcastically, accompanied by a playful roll of your eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” Wednesday probed, blunt and to the point as always.

If looks could kill, you would be decomposed.

“The real question is; what isn’t wrong with me? Yanno what I mean?” you rubbed the back of your neck, giggling out of fear for your well-being.

“Did I do something to offend you?” The raven-haired girl’s tone was firm, a trace of concern mixed in.

“Of course, not. You did nothing wrong. Why would you think that?” You took a few steps closer to the girl but made sure to leave room between the two of you.

Wednesday’s eyes focused on everything but you as she let out a deep sigh. Despite being a writer, she struggled to put her thoughts into words.

Oh, the irony.

“You have not been close to me all week. I demand to know why,” the Addams tried to keep her composure, but the little shake in her voice was a dead giveaway to her nervousness.

You were taken aback by her words, shock evident on your face before it was quickly replaced by a look of utter confusion. 

Honestly, when were you not confused? 

“I know you don’t like to be touched, so I thought space was what you wanted,” you said, sincerity dripping from your tone like honey.

Wednesday blankly stared as you shuffled in place, an indication of your anxiousness.

“You’re correct. I hate being touched by other people, but you’re not other people, mon cher,” her gaze softened, taking two steps closer to you.

Her hand cupped your cheek and your eyes fluttered shut, the coolness of her skin sending electricity throughout your body.

”You’re the exception,” Wednesday whispered quietly, like she didn’t want anyone but you to hear. She was so close you could feel her breath on your lips.

There was no time for you to respond before the girl pressed her lips to your own. 

You reveled in the feeling of her soft lips, your breath taken away at the tenderness of it all. Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close as you possibly could.

When air became an issue, you reluctantly pulled away.

Your forehead connected to hers, basking in the silence and Wednesday’s presence. A beat passed before you opened your eyes, reluctantly pulling back to stare at the girl.

“I’m sorry, Wens. I won’t distance myself ever again,” you mumbled, head still in the clouds from the most passionate kiss you and the Addams ever shared.

“It was idiotic of you to do so in the first place,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the ghost of a smile on her lips.

“Yeah… well, Enid reminded me you aren’t the affectionate type. So, I-,” your sentence was cut short as your girlfriend interrupted you.

“She will die a slow and painful death,” Wednesday spoke apathetically, pecking your cheek before moving out of your grasp, much to your dismay.

“Where are you going?” You whined, already missing your girlfriend’s touch.

“To kill Enid,” she responded casually, twisting the doorknob and walking out.

You laughed to yourself, knowing her threat was an empty one.

The werewolf was one of the few people your girlfriend tolerated. Wednesday would never hurt Enid…right?

Your eyes widened, bolting out of your dorm to save your best friend from your murderous other half.

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#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagines #wednesday addams x reader fluff

[jvngkook97]

Sucker for Love

synopsis; in which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.

pairing; vampire!jungkook x human!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, horror, smut, f2l, vampire au

warnings; cursing, jealousy, blood, violence (non explicit), death (non explicit), horror movie tropes, bad jokes, VAMPIRE KOO cause yes that’s a whole ass warning in itself CMON, a few familiar faces make an appearance, there’s no smut in this chapter but there will be in a future one so be sure to read the warnings carefully in order to avoid reading something you’re uncomfortable with pls and ty

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 7,101

a/n; y’all knew it was coming, it was only a matter of time. consider this both a ‘happy jungkook day’ and ‘Halloween’ story submission in one. SORRY IT’S LATE. decided to split this into two chapters cause I like the way this one left off. hopefully, that one will be out soon. like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet

01. 02. 03

“You are not going out dressed like that.”

“I—Excuse me? This is literally the only night I can go out like this!”

He tugs on the front of his white, nearly see-through, frilly long and loose blouse with a gusto. His face is morphed into one of disbelief as he stares into your dead panned expression.

“No. I see you in that outfit every single day. Are you not aware of the time difference?” Your arms are crossed, hip jutted out that makes the slit in the side of your costume widen even more. As much as he fights it, he can’t help but let his eyes flicker to the overly exposed skin as his tongue darts out for a split second to wet his lips and play nervously with his lip ring.

When his eyes meet yours he knows you’ve caught him in the act, if not for the elegant yet sultry way you walked towards his figure with a smirk adorning your red painted lips. The cape you were wearing framed you perfectly and only accentuated your beauty even more. As much as he hates to admit it, considering what your costume of choice pertains too. Them. His entire body cringes inwardly.

Your face rises to meet his, a feat that normally has you on your tip toes to complete the action, but not tonight. Tonight, your feet are clad in ruby red heels that give you the perfect amount of height and compliment your costume of choice for the evening — little red riding hood — knowing full well how much it would rile the centuries old vampire in front of you.

“And yet you have to choose a costume from a storybook that has to do with–,” his face scrunches, nose crinkling, and the corner of his lip rising into a small snarl that exposes one long, sharp, fang. “–wolves? I mean, really y/n?”

“What can I say? Hairy bodies are a turn on.”

A loud snort from him. Laughter bubbles in your throat. One coffin shaped, manicured hand lays over his chest. If he weren’t the undead, you have no doubt that it would be beating as erratically as yours currently is due to the close proximity, or maybe that’s just you and your ridiculous crush you’ve had on the vampire for a long time now.

Unbeknownst to you, the sound was like music to the vampire’s ears as he placed one massive tattooed covered hand over yours to squeeze it gently, it meant you had blood pumping through your veins, the vital organ still going strong.

You were still here.

You were still with him.

You were still alive.

Not like on the night where he first found your pale, nearly lifeless body all those years ago.

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Then ~ Wednesday, October 31st, 2018 11:30PM

“Some friends they are.”

You crossed your arms tighter around your chest, attempting and failing to secure some semblance of body heat from the chilly, autumn night air. Leaves rustled in the biting wind, littering empty streets underneath the light of the full moon as you slowly and quite wobbly made your way back to your studio apartment. You regretted taking that extra shot before leaving the party, almost as much as you regretted entrusting your supposed friends with letting you know when they were leaving. Now here you were, all alone on Halloween night.

Your horror loving mind drifted to the many movies that started out on a night just like this, one’s where you previously scolded the character for making such a foolish life choice. Even going so far as saying that they deserved to be murdered brutally for their careless act. Look at you now, doing the same exact thing you once admonished with a mocking laugh at the tv screen right before the killer strikes and–

A twig snapping had your head whipping to the side, yet you saw nothing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, however, as if there was someone or something out there watching you, tucked just out of sight behind the line of trees that led to the woods at the edge of town.

“Oh no.” You raised your voice to the dark woods around you with sarcasm. “I sure hope there aren’t any sexy vampires looking for prey out here or heaven forbid a captive!” Shaking your head at your own sense of humor, you snickered, opening your mouth to spew some more dark comedic gold that gets silenced by yet another twig snapping but this time it was closer.

Much closer.

Fuck.

Picking up your once slow pace, your heels clicking on the paved, stone walkway in a frenzied haste do you hear a more fear inducing sound from right behind you. A voice.

“When I let go, run for your life.”

It’s only when the disembodied voice breathlessly caresses the shell of your ear, do you notice how badly you’re shaking. Let alone the fact that there’s a a very pale, lanky, hand on your shoulder. True to their word, they let you go.

And you run for your fucking life.

Now you understood why those many characters would run straight into dark woods, rather than continue down the lit up street. In the woods, you could hide. On the streets, you were open and vulnerable. Wasn’t much of a tough decision when you’re the one being pursued.

Another thing you now understood, how it was so easy to–

The heel of your shoe embedded itself into the soft, wet soil and latched itself in between two branches sticking out of the ground with perfect precision and you tripped. Your arms flung themselves out haphazardly in a desperate attempt to catch your unprecedented fall. Hands, arms, legs and knees becoming scraped by various rocks and branches that poked out from beneath the ground.

Your hands immediately went to the strap of your heel and with shaky hands you barely managed to unbuckle the impromptu foot restraint, freeing yourself and pushing your exhausted body back up into a standing position. Coming to the conclusion you were better completely barefoot now, you freed your other foot from the speed hindering heel and chucked it angrily to the side. A heavy mist now clung to the woods, halting what little moonlight remained from passing through the already thick foliage of the cluster of trees around you.

Straining your eyes through the mist, you saw a shadow stood in the distance, completely still except for the wave of a hand. A whimper escaped your mouth, lips trembling and eyes watering. They had found you, but you won’t be giving up that easily.

Wiping your eyes in order to see clearly, you postured yourself in a position to run and bolted out of there, dodging branches and bushes along the way that only cut you up even more until you stumbled into an open area in the woods that housed an abandoned building.

A very creepy, dark, decrepit, seemingly haunted abandoned building.

Well, shit.

Checking the woods behind you, you see a blur making its way towards you and you realize that once again, you have no choice but to make the absolute worst choice possible.

You needed to go into the building.

Steeling your resolve into not dying, you thrust open the rusty door that was almost falling off its hinges at the years of decay and not being used. The screeching it emanated rivaled that of a nail on a chalkboard and your entire body cringed. Pushing your way into the darkness, you blindly felt for a wall to help maneuver your way through.

During your slow ascent into the building, does the door suddenly slam behind you, causing you to jump and let out a shrill shriek. Along with the deafening slam do you hear what sounds like a lock clicking into place.

What the actual fuck was going on here? Was this all actually real or a really elaborate prank set up by your shitty friends? Whatever it was, you weren’t having it anymore. Time to do what you do best when you’re scared – use your sense of humor.

“This is very funny.” You announce to the supposedly empty room around you. The door had locked itself, and you found yourself even moreso alone with little applicable skill to get yourself out of there. “I’m not the protagonist type, I’m more of the comedic best friend character. Now can someone please bust in here and save me?”

Silence. Nothing but eerie silence.

It was worth a shot.

Unlike the blur you saw in the woods, this time you saw more of a wispy white fog begin to appear on the opposite side of the room. It cast a faint glow, more than enough for you to utilize it and sprint down the hallway that made itself visible due to your ghostly accomplice.

Bare feet padded quickly along, and you tried your best not to look behind you just knowing that you wouldn’t like what you saw. So, instead, you plowed through the various hallways that now felt like an endless maze with how alike they appeared. The doors that lined the hallways were the same as well, solid except for a thinly shaped window that was planted in the middle within eyesight of what’s deemed ‘normal height’ for a human. You wondered what this place was used for, but thought best not to investigate and trouble yourself further with details.

The only thing you should be concerned about is getting out of this place alive.

The heavy fall of boots echoed across the halls that made you pause in your step to listen closer and decipher which direction it was coming from. Not having an inkling of the layout of this building, you realized trying to figure it out was futile and instead continued on. It wasn’t until you heard the footfalls sound in the hallway you just exited from did you begin searching for a door that was unlocked in order to hide.

Jiggling several handles, you found they were all locked. You just about gave up hope when you saw a door at the end of the hallway that was cracked open. Quietly running towards the door, the boots crept closer. Just as you slid your body through the crack of the door and shut it all but a sliver so you could peek through, did the mystery predator reveal themselves.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes collecting pools of liquid that trailed down your face as you tried your damndest not to make a sound as they inched closer and closer to your hideout.

They were wearing all black clothing, the only pop of color coming from the hideous stark white mask that was littered with specks of something you couldn’t quite make out due to the distance, the mask that covered their face successfully hiding their true identity. As they came within a yard away from the door, did you come to the grim conclusion that this person had what looked to be dark, red splatters of an unknown substance all over their clothes and mask.

Something that was scarily akin to blood.

Closing your eyes, your hands covered your mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle the whimpering that wanted to come out from the sheer terror that coursed through your veins. Every passing moment felt eternal. And you couldn’t tell if closing your eyes made it better or worse.

You didn’t know if hiding would be the ultimate factor in you getting out alive or not, but it was the only idea you had left. As you pushed yourself further into the corner of the room, your back slid down the wall in relief once the footsteps faded.

Taking a deep breath, your head fell on your knees. With a shaky exhale you let out a minuscule puff of laughter. You were tired, your body was tired. It wasn’t till you felt you had a moment of safety did your body wind down from its adrenaline rush and now all you felt was the crash that comes after it. You allowed this feeling for only a fleeting second, then hoisted your body up and out the door, but not before cautiously poking your head out to be sure the mystery figure was truly gone.

They were. For now.

You stepped out from your safe haven and attempted to make your way back down the hallway from whence you came, hoping you’ll get dumb luck down another corridor and find the exit. Your heart pounded this time, but not from fear. This time, it was pumping with liquid courage through your veins.

Despite your earlier declaration of being the secondary comedic relief, you decided with renewed vigor that you would be the final girl.

Oh, how wrong you were.

There was a sharp pain in the back of your head, your mouth opened in a silent scream that would never come as your body collapsed on the cold, tile floor and you were down for the count. Your body no longer having the energy to fight back, that liquid courage seemingly sucked up in a matter of seconds you just lay there – still. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you blinked them, trying to focus on the white mask that was within your line of sight as the figure knelt down and stroked your forehead, gently pushing the clump of hair that fell in your face away and tucking it behind your ear. The very same ear where you could feel a trickle of liquid slither down the side of your face and off your nose. The last thing you see being red before you closed your eyes for what you thought would be the last time.

Jungkook’s POV ~ The Same Night

He sniffed the air, smelling the faint metallic odor of ‘crimson crack’ as he liked to call it. Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and honed in on it, letting it take over every one of his senses in order to conclude where the source is coming from. Opening his eyes, they flashed a deep red, before returning back to their usual brown state.

In a flash, he was gone.

When he reappeared, he was standing in front of an abandoned building. His head tilted in confusion, ears perking when they hear the tall tale sign of a human heartbeat. Faint, but there. And it seemed to be getting closer, even a hint louder in its desperate attempt to keep pumping blood, oxygen, life to its human shell.

Interesting.

His hand reached for the door handle, which he promptly brought back to his side and took a step back when he realized the handle was turning on its own and the door began to open. He clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen and waited for the grand reveal of his next meal.

With his centuries of life, he would’ve thought that he saw it all. Apparently, that wasn’t the case. This night, he would have another first.

Seeing you. Smelling you.

Your blood alone caused the saliva in his mouth to pool, the scent making him feel dizzy in a state of euphoria. Body vibrating with the need to get closer to you, to taste you. He nearly pounced, if not for the minor inconvenient detail of your limp body being carried over the shoulder by an all black clothed human male. The mask this male chose was displeasing to the eyes in a sense of it was so gaudy and fake.

The male stiffened upon seeing Jungkook, the hand that clenched the knife that he used to both knock you out and engrave his alias initials into the length of your neck gripped the handle, his knuckles becoming more pronounce as they strained against the leather material of black gloves he was wearing.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jungkook could tell that the male had anger issues. His voice was devoid of emotion, cold. It made Jungkook chuckle with a deep laugh that had the masked assailant stepping forward in hopes of scaring Jungkook. It only spurred on the laughter more, and made the male even more angry.

“Shut the fuck up, you freak! You wanna die?”

“Do you?” The laughter ceased as if by a flip of a switch. The wind blew between the two males where only one couldn’t suppress the shiver that went down their spine. The masked male thoughtlessly threw your unconscious body onto the ground next to him, a loud ‘thump’ followed shortly after your weighted body hit the solid dirt of the woods. He then poised himself with the bloodied knife raised in front of him, ready to strike with the intent to kill.

Jungkook tsked sardonically.

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go.”

He thought the deal was good. The masked man did not.

“Fuck you. She’s mine. Get your own, the night’s young.”

“True, it is. But I’m not. And I’m easily annoyed. So, I’ll give you one more chance, human. Give me the girl.”

The masked male blamed his obscured sight from the small holes that the mask granted him, the material only making it harder for him to see Jungkook clearly. Though, he swears he sees his eyes flash red, but it’s gone within the next blink of his eyes. His gut tells him to run, but his pride prevents him from doing so.

The masked male makes his move, and his knife impales into Jungkook’s chest — directly where his beating heart should’ve been. Except, it wasn’t.

“My turn.”

Jungkook grips the male by his arm and yanks his body until it’s pressed tightly against his, using his other arm to encase the squirming male and prevent him from escaping. The mask falls off to reveal a young face, barely hitting his mid 20s. The amount of fear that is on his face gives Jungkook a sick sense of satisfaction.

“What are you?”

The male whispers fearfully. Jungkook doesn’t answer, and instead grins widely. Both fangs twinkled in the faint moonlight as the male’s eyes widened in horror, only to close moments later as Jungkook sinks his fangs into the male’s neck and begins to drain him of every drop of blood in his body.

Y/N’s POV ~ Moment’s Later

When you come to, you find yourself laying on the dirty earth floor as your nails dig into the soil and it gets stuck underneath. Inhaling a breath – it’s crisp, cool, autumn air. You let out a broken whimper when you realize that you’re alive, but it hurts to move. Your head is at an awkward angle, but you can make out two blurry figures out of your peripheral. One looks limp, and the other looks as if they’re embracing the other in order to keep them standing.

In a way, you were right. Your eyes then dart to the fallen off mask that’s settled a few yards in front of you, and you wonder what exactly happened to your perpetrator for them to let you go. You don’t have time to dwell on it for too long, as the next thing you see is the back of your eyelids as you pass back out. It seems like your mind was awake, but your body still needed some recovering.

The next time you open your eyes you’re laying in a huge bed, in a huge room that looks like you’ve been transported into Dracula’s castle, but you were still in a modern home. The decor and looked ancient and worn, yet surprisingly still in good condition. As you sat up, your body no longer felt drained of energy, and in fact, you felt refreshed and reinvigorated.

Your bare feet hit the cool flooring as you stand up straight. A knock on the closed bedroom door has you flinching back to your previously scared state and you hold your breath as the door slowly opens.

In the threshold of the door stands a very attractive male, who looks like along with this castle, he’s from the world of Dracula. His skin is almost sickly pale, yet his eyes held a natural warmth to them. He just stands there, and doesn’t attempt to step inside once he notices your scared expression.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

His voice is smooth and velvety. Despite not knowing this person and going through the ordeal you were just in, your gut tells you that you can trust them. So, either stupidly or —no, just stupidly — you do.

“I know.”

When he hears your voice for the first time, his stomach does flips. It was in that moment a kind of bond was formed, and you’ve been inseparable since.

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Now ~ Monday, October 31st, 2022 7:50PM

His hand can’t help but trace the faint scarring of initials that still resides on your neck to this day. A constant reminder to him and you of the horrific, yet fateful, night you met.

Your eyes close reflexively upon contact and you let out a sigh of discontent, knowing where his mind just wandered to, as does yours.

“Koo, I’m still here. It’s okay.”

Your eyes open to meet his. There’s a pinch inbetween his brows that you just want to rub away with your finger, so you do. He chuckles, the vibration flowing through your own body in waves that has you giving him a warm smile.

“I was doing it again, wasn’t I?”

“You were.”

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head to rid of the intruding and unpleasant thoughts and regain focus on the mission for tonight – going out with you on Halloween night to a frat party you were invited to by a brainless jock that Jungkook already hates with a burning passion for catching your attention.

“Shall we go?”

Your eyes narrow into his and you pat his chest, before turning and walking away from him to reach into your bag and pull out an outfit you brought just for him. It wasn’t so much a costume as it was an outfit you just really wanted to see him in.

“Nice try, buddy. But I didn’t forget.” You make your way back over to him with the outfit held out in front of you. “Wear this. No objections.”

He groaned, but resigned to his fate and took the outfit from your outstretched hand. He waves his hand as a motion for you to turn around while he changes. You lift a lone brow at his sudden shyness.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you nude before.”

He rolls his eyes, then narrows them at yours. You throw your hands up in defeat and make a show of slowly turning around until your back is to him. As you bring your hands back down, one subconsciously falls to the scarred initials on their own and just like Jungkook, some aspects of that night fog the forefront of your mind.

You let out a chortle that catches Jungkook’s attention, his eyes fall immediately to where your hand resides as he zips up the black pants you wanted him to wear, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows he doesn’t have too, you always tend to speak your mind.

“Remember when I thought for a second that you were actually going to hold me captive?”

He does. As does his body, even moreso as he flexes the muscles of his back to shrug on the crimson red bomber jacket that covers the plain, black shirt he’s wearing underneath. Tugging the cuffs of the sleeves down into a comfortable position.

“Yeah. I gave you the benefit of the doubt to just walk out the door, and as soon as I turn my back to you, you stab me.”

You throw your head back in laughter, and he can’t help the quirk of his lip that occurs at the sight and sound of it. There’s no blood pumping through his veins, no warmth to his skin, but still he felt a unique glow when it came to you that was within the depths of his soul. It was hard to describe, and he couldn’t say exactly how it was possible, but it happened. Only when it ever came to you. And for a moment, he felt a sliver of being human again.

“Can you blame me though?” He doesn’t. “Are you almost done?”

“Impatience will be the death of you.”

“I think knives will be the death of me, actually. Maybe some poison.”

He folds his arms across his chest.

“Funny.”

“I thought so.”

“You can turn around now.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want me to wat–,” your words die in your throat as you turn around and take Jungkook in in all his glory. Jesus. You changed your mind. This outfit would be the death of you. Your thighs rub together without your knowing, it makes Jungkook’s nostrils flare for a second, and he stiffens, clearing his throat.

“That bad, huh?” He tries to break the tension that came out of nowhere as you continued to stare at him. It’s like your brain stopped computing he looked that good.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t pretend that you don’t know how sexy and amazing you are.”

The words flew out of your mouth unfiltered, unfaltering, and you weren’t even ashamed. It baffles him how a human could be so truthful. So unabashed.

“Let’s just go.” He’s still stiff as he brushes past you and you catch the whiff of the earthy and musky scent that is just naturally him, it only made the want for him that much more prominent and you trail behind him like a lost puppy.

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Frat House ~ 8:24PM

Even though you two are early, the party is already in full swing. The music is loud, so damn loud, it makes Jungkook’s sensitivity to sound a hinderence in his opinion - but he does his best not to let it ruin the night. Before you even stepped inside, the porch was littered with bodies as a couple seemed to be making out not too far from the entrance of the house. Red solo cups, beer cans and bottles alike were thrown haphazardly in the bushes surrounding the porch.

How could humans be so careless? Jungkook thought with a grimace. Back in his day it was frowned upon, but now it was the new normal. How the times have changed.

His nose crinkled in disgust at the public display of affection that should be withheld for closed quarters, and you just walked by like it was second nature. The front door wasn’t even fully closed, so all you had to do was push it open to gain access. From what you heard, you thought it was going to be a ‘limited access’ party, apparently you heard wrong. It felt like the entirety of the school was present and upon the door shutting behind you two, the cluster of body heat was more than prominent, triggering your slight case of claustrophobia.

Jungkook could sense your distress, his open palm rested securely on your lower back as his thumb rubbed circles in hopes of easing your anxiety. He could feel you tense, then relax. Bending down so his head was next to yours he asked you a question.

“Want to head to the back?”

You nod your head in answer and he guides you both through the crowd. You do your best to smile and wave at those you know so as not to be rude, but in truth, you just wanted to get the hell out of there for now.

“Empty handed? Here!”

A random guy pops up next to you both as you almost make it to the back door from the kitchen, and shoved two red solo cups of an unknown liquid into your hands. He salutes with a dopey smile and saunters off. You presume he’s going to fill more cups for other random guests. He looked familiar now that you thought about it, and you think it has to do with his two different colored eyes, it always wowed you.

Before you know it, you’re both back outside in the night air and it’s easier to breathe. Jungkook swiftly grabs the cup from your hands and dumps it into a bush nearby. You give him a quizzical look as he dumps his as well.

When he focuses his attention back onto your puzzled one, does he explain his reasoning.

“Never drink from a cup that you didn’t pour yourself, you don’t know what could be in it.”

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape and you heart palpitates from the level of protectiveness he’s showing. It never fails to get your heart racing.

He smirks knowingly, and opens his mouth to make a flirtatious comment.

“I love how your heart races for–,”

He’s cut off by a letterman jacket and he wonders what the big deal with them are while the guy pulls you into a tight hug with a big grin.

“Y/N! You made it!” His enthusiasm seems genuine as he tightens his hold on you. Not seeming to care in the least bit that he has to bend over awkwardly to accommodate your obvious height difference. It causes a snarl to build within Jungkook’s chest that he fights to suppress so as not to bring unwanted attention to himself.

“Joonie! Thanks for the invite!” Your tone is light and airy, a soft puff a laughter escapes your lips at the death grip he has on you. You savor the hug, returning it in earnest before you mutually let each other go. His hands are on your shoulders as he takes in your costume of choice.

“Little red, hm?” His brow raises and he lets out a bellowing laugh that you can’t help but join in on. You forgot about the inside joke that was made back in your freshman year of college and he makes a playful jeer.

“Am I still the big bad wolf?” He waggles his eyebrows feigning being seductive, and you snort in embarrassment that causes the natural flush in your cheeks to make a show. It was a one time misjudgement when you decided to listen to the gossip of those around you, rather than form your own opinion. Everyone described Kim Namjoon as a heartless, hard headed, quick to temper and pessimistic jock. You would learn, in fact, he was very much the opposite and those who said otherwise just never had the courage to even try and befriend the tall, lovable, giant you now consider a good friend. Their loss.

Jungkook hates it. He hates all of it. What was this talk of being a wolf? He wasn’t one. He was normal. Jungkook would be able to tell otherwise. And why are you acting as if you completely erased his presence from your side like he wasn’t even there. Anger began to rise, and he closed his eyes in order to prevent the red from showing to the humans around him. He should’ve worn his contacts, but you encouraged him to just ‘be himself’ whatever that means.

Jealousy. A ridiculous human emotion that unfortunately can still occur with vampires.

He loathed it. Like he loathed this human boy.

He began to mimic the timing of breathing as a form of meditation, regaining his sanity and self back just in time for you to acknowledge him and introduce him to your male companion.

“Joon, I’d like you to meet my good friend Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Namjoon. He’s the host, and my science partner.”

Namjoon scoffs at your introduction of him.

“Just your science partner, huh? Is that all I am to you? A lab partner that makes sure you pass the class in order to graduate this year?”

You give a feigned moment of silence as if in thought, your finger resting on your bottom lip that slightly parts them in the process. Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes flicker to them upon the innocent action, but you do. All you do is give an over exaggerated wink in reply. He places a hand over his heart and acts hurt.

Seems like this human boy has taken an interest in you. He wonders if you feel the same.

Again. He feels the jealousy build and stiffens, then relaxes though his fists stay clenched tightly behind him. He plasters a fake smile on and interrupts your little flirtatious banter.

“Pleasure.” His hand is outstretched, waiting.

Namjoon just sees it as a polite gesture and takes it with a soft, yet firm grip. He realizes that there’s even a slight height difference with the jock himself as he steps forward towards Jungkook, leaning into the handshake. It takes everything that Jungkook has not to crush every bone in his hand as he relays what is considered normal strength for a human during a handshake.

You watch the two with wary eyes, but inwardly sigh with relief when their hands part and nothing else happens. Maybe they could be friends after all, or so that’s what you hoped.

“Please, by all means. Feel free to take advantage of the beverages and food. Mi casa es su casa, and all that jazz!” Another female party goer slides into Namjoon’s side and places a hand on his chest. Jungkook is surprised when you greet the female with even more excitement. He assumed you would be upset, furious even.

“Natalie! I thought you said you weren’t going to be able to make it?” You gave the girl a mock glare, and she gave a twinkling laugh in return. Namjoon stared down at this ‘Natalie’ with love and adoration. Jungkook was confused.

“I was able to convince my family to postpone leaving until tomorrow so I could congratulate–,” Natalie pats his chest and looks up into Namjoon’s eyes with just as much love, if not more, before continuing. “this guy on his big scholarship!”

Namjoon’s face flushes from the admission. Your mouth drops open in bewilderment. You punch Namjoon hard in the shoulder and he winces.

“Geez! Ow!”

“You jerk! How could you not tell me?!”

“I was going to, tonight!”

You side-hug Namjoon and Natalie and make promises to catch up. Jungkook pretends not to hear when Natalie whispers in your ear about a ‘double date’ and instead acts like the sight of people gyrating against each other is more appealing. It’s not. But something does transcribe whilst he’s staring at the couples that actually know how to dance properly.

Nostalgia washes over Jungkook, like the gentle sway of a tide pulling his conscience to another time, another place. He felt the phantom stirrings of movement where his heart would’ve still been beating back then, the desire to grin and to dance, but could only place the grainiest of images to memory. He couldn’t quite remember what it was that brought him a feeling of such warmth and fondness, but he felt enchanted to stay within that feeling.

Natalie and Namjoon have long since departed, but Jungkook was still stuck in a time long passed. You cautiously place a hand on his cheek, caressing it while gently rubbing your thumb against his sharp jawbone.

“Jungkook? You still with me?”

The glaze in his eyes disperses upon your call of his name, and his eyes instantly lock with your concerned ones. He gives you a faint smile, sucking in a breath to release it and then answers you.

“I’m still here.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened. Jungkook getting lost in the past. He was never afraid to answer any questions you had for him back when he was human, or even when he was turned by a rogue vampire and left to learn the consequences and rewards of being a vampire and immortal all on his own. His life was hard, but it was still life. Something he didn’t treasure until he was no longer alive, and rather just living — existing.

He realizes that he never had a reason to feel alive, until now.

Until you.

He had tried to do what he could to keep you at arm’s length. Your smile was so disarming, you were so genuine, that he couldn’t help but get close to you. Even when knowing it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to fall in love with you. He kept ignoring the intruding bloom in his chest, telling himself that it would wither on its own.

It never did. It just grew.

It grew a forest of flowers within him, the colors so vibrant and the aroma so intoxicating that it was hard not to fall in love with you when it was you who consumed his entire being, his entire soul, or what was left of it.

And you didn’t even know.

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You had been at the party for hours now. Talking, mingling, even dancing a little. Much to your amusement and Jungkook’s displeasure.

His hands rested politely on your waist, never once faltering into the danger zone. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his shoulders, hands dangling. A slow song was on, one you never listened to fully due to how slow it was, seeing as you usually only heard it when you were driving your car and as soon as it would come on you would change the station to a more upbeat option to keep you awake. But, you’ll admit, it was growing on you.

Much like the vampire in front of you has over the years of knowing him. His mannerisms, his personality, his way of talking, his way of dressing. You kept every minute detail locked away inside your head, and your unspoken feelings locked inside your heart. Though, as you both stared into each other’s eyes in a way that should’ve been saved for lover’s, you wonder briefly, albeit hopeless romantically – if he might, just might, feel the same way.

Your body is buzzing with all the alcohol you’ve consumed throughout the night, and as you sway to the song, do you realize how much it’s him who is actually holding you up discreetly and leading you. It’s only when he suddenly stops, does your wobbly figure collapse into his taught chest. Your ear lays against where his heart would be, yet you hear nothing. Another stark reminder of the difference between you two, as your heart raced at how close you two were.

He doesn’t say anything, standing still. When you look up from his chest, his gaze is no longer on you, but something in the distance behind you. Following his line of sight, your puzzled expression turns into one of forlorn.

It was another girl, dressed ironically as a female version of Dracula. You nearly scoffed at the coincidence, though you know it can’t be the costume that’s caught his attention, rather – it’s her blood.

“It’s that time of the night, hm?”

Your question lingers, his focus still caught. You can see the red tint begin to take hold, his grip on your waist tightening into a bruising one. Your heart jumps at the sudden sensation, and it’s only then that Jungkook regains his bearings and gives you a look of regret, his hands parting from your waist instantly as if being burned.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I just need–,” his nostrils flare of their own accord, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He closes his eyes and when they reopen you know for sure the night is over.

They’re blood red. He needs to feed, or risk losing control and slaughtering literally everyone here, including you. And he won’t have that, he refuses to let that happen. He’d sooner throw himself into the sunlight’s blazing rays and turn into nothing but dust than be the reason you die.

For a split second, you almost gain enough courage to tell him to just use you, but you know he’ll say no. He’s never directly stated that you couldn’t be an option, moreso does he just announce when it’s time he needs to leave you to feed. He swears he never kills those he chooses to feed on, having enough control over his emotions and hunger enough to only drink what’s needed and then heal the bite wound with a solid lick of his tongue. After he’s done feeding, he makes sure to leave their body in a safe place until they come to, waking up from what they believe to be just a blacked out moment and they’re on their way back home.

He steps in the direction of the ‘lady of the night’, and your face twists into one of sadness as you say your parting words, doing your best not to slip up as you speak and let the lump in your throat win over.

“Be careful, okay? I guess I’ll—,”you awkwardly looked away and locked eyes with another classmate of yours — Jimin — giving him a tight smile and small wave, before turning back towards Jungkook to finish your statement and are meant with nothing but an empty space.

He was gone.

Surveying the area, do you catch a glimpse of his back, his hand that was once on the small of your back only a couple hours ago, are now on the mystery girl’s as he leads her around the corner and out the side gate, into the night.

“Y/N, hey! Are you by yourself? Want to hang out with me and Yoongi?”

Jimin’s smiling face appears in front of yours. If he notices the way your eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears, he doesn’t comment on it. Just throws a friendly arm around your shoulders to guide you towards his friends. His excited rambling tickles the shell of your ear as he tries to talk over the blaring music, it having changed to a catchy k-pop song that you love cause it reminded you of Jungkook.

The very person you currently wanted to forget, if only for the rest of the night. As you walk up, Yoongi gives you a silent nod in greeting and you reciprocate the action with a small smile.

They don’t leave your side for the rest of the party, and, dare you say, you actually had a good time. The next morning, you realize, maybe too much of a good time.

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HIIIIII I'M BACK, my phone was broken for a few days and even when it was fixed I had no inspo for ideas on asks... BUBUBUBUBUT I'M BACK AND I GOT AN IDEAAAA

I've been losing interest in kny recently so I think I'll go along with Hazbin Hotel!!

Hear me out so much, Husk, Cherri, or Vox with reader who does ballet... I do ballet myself and that shit is soohohohoho fucking awesome and painful at the same time, like doing a split while doing a backbend too, not even like a half assed split no no no no no. A perfectly aligned split. I've had so much moments where I thought my legs would just... *pop* like a doll's. BUT ENOUGH OF MY RANTING.

remember to take breaks and drink enough water, you don't have to rush anything. take good care of yourself, make sure you have healthy habits and treat yourself to something today, like going out to a great restaurant! idk but just make sure you treat yourself to something nice today, Chiharu :3

here's terribly deformed Charlie bringing you chocolate milk :3

Haha! I have that EXACT SAME picture! I love terribly deformed Charlie bringing me chocolate milk every Wednesday. Thanks, Lottie! You know Husk’s response to our flexibility is a resounding ‘what the fuck’ and this is my first time ever trying out Cherri! And hey, I won’t write Cherri or Vox, I’ll write both!

Husk

Husk is a sweetheart when it comes to being your boyfriend, trust me. He’s caring, he may be a bit rough with his advice but he only does so in order to protect you. He’s skilled with people and he is happy to help comfort you. His patience is high… but even Husk himself is anxious at getting to see your beloved hobby

Ballet. Well, Husk isn’t against it. He always thought it was such an old hobby. That ballet dancers don’t really exist anymore but then again, he won’t express his thoughts outloud and he gives you thumbs up when watching your practices. It’s very impressive and he isn’t against being at every single practice to performance

You know Husk is freaked out by how flexible you are. Back bends whilst doing full on splits. Satan’s fuck, he is cringing at how a human body can do that but at the same time, he’s so impressed that he just can’t bring himself to hate what he is looking at

Husk is in complete and utter awe when he can review your practice performances. Ballet may be a bit disturbing to him, due to how much it stretches the body’s limits, but it’s also so beautiful, graceful and majestic

Husk can’t pull his eyes off you and he falls into a deep state of enamour. You’re so beautiful, even more than you already are, as you dance. He couldn’t even believe it was possible 

Husk is quite protective over you, like I said before, so when you land on your ankle badly, he is rushing onto the stage to check it and carry you out to make sure you’ll heal well. He won’t let you practice or stretch or practice your flexibility until you are doing better

“Honeypot. You will win this dance, I know you will. You’ve done training for years and you look incredible as you dance. Yes, I will be there in the crowd”

Cherri Bomb

Cherri Bomb is an energetic, supportive and joyful girlfriend. One that doesn’t mind getting a bit destructive and carefree with her partner and encouraging them to have more fun with her but has a soft spot. Of course, however, you know she will take your hobby seriously and help you or watch you for you, it’s actually fun to her as well

Cherri actually finds your ballet passion ‘precious and cute’. Something she is all for since it’s such a simple, innocent, harmless favourite activity. She likes making bombs to make things explode, you love to explode the competition and grace the dancefloor stage with your beauty and poise

Cherri may seem like she isn’t much of a dancer, maybe more of a rapper but seriously, she actually is and it’s canon that she is a very skilled dancer so there is no doubt that she is either passing down her own skills in dancing, training you more or dancing with you. She will dance ballet with you and practice two-dancer ballet with you

Cherri will blow up a hole in the wall at your practice ballrooms or your performance ballrooms to make it and she refuses to let anybody else try take care of you if you’re hurt so suspect her to get into a fight, in a crime of protective passion. She wants you happy and safe, she’ll fight for that

Cherri is actually quite fine with how flexible you are and how your warm-up stretching can really stretch out your limbs. The way you lift your leg up until it’s completely vertical and both your pelvis and the underneath of your thigh is visible. She is impressed and asks if you can teach her how to be so flexible. She isn’t as disturbed as the other two, she likes it

Cherri, just like Husk and Vox, falls into a complete and utter admiration at being able to watch you perform and dance. The soothing gentle music has her head dancing as well and her single eye basically widening, she’s more in love now then ever

“Hey-ya, bubblegum. Did’ya have fun on ‘dat stage? I had fun recordin’ it! You looked amazin’, you’ll win this tournament. No problem! Of course, babe, I’ll be in the front row!”

Vox

Vox is a busy man and can be a bit arrogant at times, but he is actually quite a good boyfriend. He gives off good advice and support, he is protective with his power and he is the type to spoil his lover. When he is around, he’d doting, he’s a bit overbearing but because he cares and he makes sure you’ll always feel loved and comfortable with him

Vox is actually quite supportive but he is the voice of reason. He won’t tolerate you overdoing yourself in your precious little hobby, he will encourage to dance ballet but if you go too far, he will step in and correct your behaviours. However, that doesn’t often happen so you can dance all you want at the big practice ballroom he hired out for you and/or dancing with you

Vox isn’t sure how to feel about seeing how flexible you are… it’s pretty hot but at the same time, it’s disturbing. You’re on the floor and you’re stretching your pushed-back leg over your back so much that you’re almost in a wheel-shape with your body. He’s amazed, he is already cheering you on, he’s recording it to brag about he can’t help but feel aroused

Vox, everytime he attends your passionate hobby’s practice and performance events, records it on his phone or on his own face so he can both watch it back to admire you and to show the other Vees that he is the boyfriend of the best ballet dancer in Hell. He sometimes forgets to record it since you look so… incredible

Vox is protective, extremely protective. You’re smaller, you’re weaker. You’re less wealthy and less well off. You require constant guarding to ensure you’ll be able to make it to the next day. If you even slightly land on your ankle awkwardly, he is stomping up to the stage and taking you away so he can check up on you

You know Vox almost drops the camera he is using to record you every professional dance on the stage and he can’t stop thinking about how unbelievably beautiful you look, how you’re as silly and velvety like a swan with your every spin and flex. He takes a few seconds to snap out of his awe over you

“Come now, sweetheart. You’ve done more than enough, that dance can again-kill everybody in this room and you made all those amateurs look pathetic. I want to reward you for this. Don’t you worry, I’ll be at the final performance“

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[gyuuberryy]

jealousy jealousy (pt 2)

xavier thorpe x reader x tyler galpin

>summary: you get to choose between them, make a wise decision!

>warnings: angst, crying, lots of fluff(i cringed while writing it lmao), kissing, slight mentions of food and blood, jealousy

>word count: 1.6k+

>note: ahh this is the last part, i couldn’t wait to finish it. the ending kind of gives an insight to the storyline of the show. enjoy!

part(1)

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XAVIER

xavier walked through the forest to his hut where he practiced his art and made portraits. the usually chirpy forest was silent save for the crunching of dead leaves underneath his shoes. yet all his mind could comprehend was thoughts about you. his mind kept going back to what he saw at weathervane. how could you kiss tyler after what he and his friends had done to xavier the last outreach day? he deserved it though, afterall, he had hurt you so much and that too for the dumbest reason that you were not aware of. he really had to talk with you to fix things soon, otherwise he would continue to beat himself about this. 

he looked up to dodge a tree that was in his way when he spotted two distant figures. as he got closer he realised it was tyler and..

you

he immediately stopped in his tracks. had things gotten serious between you and tyler that you were now meeting him outside of weathervane? his heart hurt as he observed the way you talked animatedly, making tyler chuckle. 

everything felt hopeless now. you looked happy talking to tyler which was a stark contrast to when you told xavier that you didn’t want him as a part of your life anymore. before he could realise, hot, sticky tears rolled down his face. he had royally messed up a perfectly good friendship. now he couldn’t do anything about it.

tears blurred his vision as he turned around to go back to his dorm. he was walking through muscle memory as his mind went blank. he didn’t even realise someone was calling him till a warm hand latched around his wrist. he turned around to make out a familiar figure. he immediately wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve to clearly see you. both of your eyes went to your hand resting on his wrist. deja vu never felt so good.

you took your hand off him, as if touching him had burnt you. “i was shouting for you for so long, why didn’t you respond?”

xavier remained silent, the words not really settling in his brain. he was too mesmerised by how you were standing in front of him. he couldn’t believe you even approached him after what he did.

you huffed and crossed your arms, “i saw you staring at tyler and i” you smirked, “were you stalking me?first weathervane and now in the forest?”

xavier felt his cheeks go hot and he immediately shouted a no. your eyes slightly widened at his outburst. xavier cleared his throat, “uh i mean of course not i’m not a creep.” his hand went to scratch the back of his neck, a habit of his whenever he was nervous. “i wanted to get you something from weathervane to apologise for what i said yesterday.”

“apology huh? that sounds interesting”

your words struck something inside him, making him grab both of your hands and look into your eyes. taking a deep breath, he began his rant.

“y/n i’m so so sorry for neglecting you and ignoring you for the past month. the thing is.” he paused and gulped at the curious look in your eyes. “the thing is, i started seeing you in a different light. everytime i made eye contact with you, it felt like i couldn’t breathe. everytime you laughed, my heart fluttered.” your eyes softened at his words, encouraging him to go on. “i felt disgusted with myself for having feelings for my best friend. suddenly, i had no idea how to act around you anymore and i guess that’s when i started distancing myself from you. and i know i sound like a jerk for saying this, but wednesday was just a distraction. i just want to be friends with her. but i never wanted to replace you. i regret losing you.”

you were overwhelmed with everything he just told you. also ,the xavier thorpe LIKED YOU. 

feeling overjoyed, you wanted to scream and dance around but you had to control yourself. “you could’ve just told me about it instead of being a jerk that day. i like you.”

xavier sighed, “i know i’m really sorry, i promise i didn’t mean any of the things i said to you. when you screamed at me it just set me off because i’ve been having these really weird vivid dreams-”

you cut him off with a kiss. xavier froze at the feeling of your soft lips against his but slowly held your face with his large hands and reciprocate the gesture. soon, you both broke apart. “idiot i just said i like you.”

his face was still riddled with confusion, “but you and tyler-”

you shut him up with another peck. “there’s nothing going on between us. i mainly kissed him to make you jealous, but also because he’s really attractive.” xavier raised a brow at that.

you hit him lightly on the chest, “you would've done that too if you were in such close proximity with him.” he just chuckled at your words. 

he held your hand and led you towards the dorms. “you know he was surprisingly very understanding when i told him about all this.” xavier hummed at your words.

you turned your head towards him, “i was expecting you to be a bit more jealous you know.” his grip on your hand tightened, “oh i am jealous, i’m very much jealous. i was fuming that day when i saw you both.”

you giggled at his words. “wait were you crying earlier because of this?” he started whining and tried to shake your hand off his but you just tightened your hold on him and leaned on his shoulder. “okay okay i’ll stop.”

you both walked in a comfortable silence, peace finally settling down both of your bodies. you broke the silence to ask him something that was bothering you. “hey, what were these dreams you were talking about?”

xavier turned to you with a grim look on his face.

“well, it’s always this monster..”

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TYLER

you walked towards the crackstone crypt with a skip in your step. you had just come back from clearing everything up with xavier. he had given you a sensible and heartfelt apology which made you happy and you were both back to your usual selves again. you had told him that the feelings you had for him felt more like sisterly love now. he felt the same way for you and gave you the green card to go confess to tyler. he was a bit wary about him at first, but you didn’t care. tyler always made you feel warm and fluffy inside. he was so freakin sweet. besides, what evil could be behind those puppy dog eyes?

you soon arrived at your destination to be met with a smiling tyler. his smile hit you like a big yellow school bus and you couldn’t help but smile too. you quickly walked towards him, the warm fuzzy feeling inside you growing with every step you took. finally, you stood in front of him with your hands buried inside your coat pocket.

“hey” you breathed out.

he grinned back in greeting,“so, why’d you call me here?”

your cheeks warmed up at what you were about to say. were you really going to do this? his ever present smile only made your heart flutter more. It was as clear as a beautiful sunny sky: he was an angel. 

“i like you!” you blurted out. tyler sighed with relief, “i thought you were never going to say it.”

“wait i’m not done yet.” tyler stopped and looked at you intently. you took a deep breath and continued. “i was charmed by your looks and nature the day i met you. you were so nice to a person that you met for the first time, that too an outcast. i was surprised.” you took one of his hands in yours and rubbed your thumb over the back. “over time my feelings really grew for you tyler, and i didn’t even realise them till we kissed”. a rosy blush bloomed across tyler’s cheeks making you giggle softly. tyler looked into your eyes with an emotion you couldn’t decipher. “i like you a lot y/n. i’m so happy you feel the same way.”

you stared at him with an adoring look then pulled him into a tight hug, melting into his arms. he buried his face in your neck contently while your cheek pressed against his white sweater. this was probably one of the best hugs you ever had, it felt like hugging a giant teddy bear. you both stayed in each others arms for a long time before you pulled away to give him a warm kiss. this time it was much more sweet and slow and both of you smiled into the kiss. 

eventually, you both pulled apart and leaned your foreheads against each other. “should we get something to eat? i’m kind of hungry.” you nodded and pulled away from him. “i want hot chocolate, it’s getting cold”. you both held hands and swung them back and forth playfully on your walk to the town.

you couldn’t stop admiring him. how could someone be this perfect? while brushing a stray leaf from his shoulder, you noticed something on the collar of his shirt.

“hey, what’s this red stain? is it blood?”, you asked him, your intentions were only playful. he just brushed it off nervously, “it’s nothing, don’t worry.”

you missed the cold expression that came over his face.

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[slvt4lanadelrey]

Flirty stranger; still wanting that number | Wednesday Addams

Warnings: body scars (you'll find it why IF I make a part three), swearing

Wednesday's slender fingers pressed nimbly into her key pads, writing word after word into the piece of paper infront of her. She plainly ignored her roommates loud clattering self, erasing the excessive music that bleared through the room; interrupting every thought Wednesday had.

"Wednesday! Please, why are you so...closed off again?" Enid whined from her side of the room; her foot pressing into the sellotaped floor, teasing the white line.

"I'm pain stricken, fallen into the illusion of...a crush." Wednesday confessed, her face hinting a warm hue at the way your name rolled off he tongue as she confessed every desire her heart was plagued with.

"Y/N? That cute coffee girl?" Wednesday cringed at Enid's over excitement, the way the girl was positively bouncing off the walls at the thought of the Wednesday Addams developing any emotion that that isn't complete hatred. Wednesday gripped the side of her desk, nodding In defeat. Enid squealed, jumping over to Wednesday and disregarded Wednesday's number one rule and held the black haired girl in a tight hug.

"Oh my little Winnie had a crush." Enid all but cooed, her fingers stroking the too right pigtails Wednesday forced on herself each day, each morning.

"My little dark horse has a fairytale crush! This is such a how I met your mother moment, too bad she's a Galpin." Wednesday tilted her head at the way Enid so casually hinted that your name was bad. Enid looked at Wednesday face, holding a hand to her lips.

"I'm sure she's nothing like her older brother, or dad." Enid smiled sweetly, offering Wednesday some sense of relief. Wednesday glared, her nose flared at the suggestion you was anything but perfect; a dream she slept of each night, instead of her usual horror filled nightmares

Unlike Wednesday, your weekend wasn't filled with leisure time. You had to work, the daily house tasks and work in a workout. By the time you reached your bed you was more than happy to retire and pass-out from the complete exhaustion that rippled through your body.

You lifted off your shirt, shivering when the cold air washed over you; tickling the scars that decorated your back. You mindlessly walk through your house, entering your bathroom to brush your teeth. Whilst under the fosset of the cold water, your mouth filling with the liquid then spitting out the tooth paste. Wednesday tumbled into your bedroom, squeezing through your bedroom. She landed with an undignified thud, a shallow grunt leaving her lips when her fringe separated; ruining her look all together, shattering the perfect frame she made sure she had before leaving the Nevermore grounds.

"Y/N, you don't have a shirt." Wednesday commented, standing behind you like some murderer. Your body jolted forward at the sudden sound of someone in your room. Your head whipped forward, seeing the girl who wore black clothes religiously staring back at you.

"Why don't you have a shirt on? It's not that warm, you never know who would climb through your window." Wednesday shook her head, an unapproving glance within her eyes.

"Wednesday! What the fuck, why are you in my house?" You practically screamed, covering your chest with your hands. She shifted her feet, staring with an unaffected stare. She shrugged, her eyes racking down your body with a slight glimmer flashing in her eyes.

"Turn around!"

She didn't.

You turned around, covering your chest so the Raven haired girl couldn't see your boobs. Wednesday smirked at her triumphed win, she would have mocked you for being so easily deteriorated by her heavy gaze.

Whilst she was in her stareful gaze her body racked over your back, seeing the off coloured skin across your flesh. Wednesday strode forward, her finger ghosting over the flesh with a small hum. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling the flesh, curiosity within herself. She wondered for a moment, the new suprise of your body shocking her.

"How do you have them scars?" The Raven haired girl asked, so entranced by your scar filled self. You shuttered at the touch, her fingers cold on your boiling skin. Your flesh sizzled under her touch, shaking off of her finger.

"Now, thats nun ya." You quipped, smiling before shuffling into your shirt. You turned around, smiling at Wednesday with a daring eye.

"Why you here?" You asked the girl infront of you, walking further into your bedroom. Wednesday followed soon after, walking behind you like a dog following it's owners orders.

"Your number, it would be extremely appreciated." Wednesday graciously said, cupping her hand onto your desk, she tapped her finger casting a constant sound throughout the room.

"Wednesday, you some how found out where I live, why do you want my number so bad?" You replied, mind unfazed by the way Wednesday found where you lived without any questions.

"Why are you so stubborn? I'm a decent suitor." Wednesday all but whined, almost stomping her feet onto the floor with a strained huff. You laughed, smiling at how desprate she was.

"You're not my suitor, nor will you ever be." The statement left Wednesday defeated, sighing out with a sad pout.

"I won't beg." She claimed, barking into the air with a sure face. You hummed, tilting your head to the side.

"I wont." She groaned, pushing forward so she was standing infront of you. She glared through her eyebrows, puffy cheeks making her look like an angry toddler.

"Then leave."

Wednesday snarled in reply, retracting her body away from yours. She glared unsettling at you, a huff in her breathing.

"Why are you so insufferable?" She asked, watching you with an eagle like stare. You smiled at her, the way her shoulders weren't so tight around you; she almost looked relaxed.

"Why are you so suffercating?" You came back with the same snap, leaving Wednesday to scoff in objection.

"I am not."

You hummed, letting the Raven haired girl believe whatever she desired; this wasn't the hill you was about to die on.

"Why are you so he'll bent on neglecting my request, i asked with a please...I think." You would have laughed, the way her eyebrows knitted together tighter.

"I'm not. I'm simply using my right to say no." She didn't argue, stunned at your suggestion.

"Am I truly annoying you. Even though I would be mocking my roommate, am I barking up the wrong tree?" She asked, her eyes suddenly soft when they looked into yours. You almost folded, almost being the keyword.

You crossed your arm, teeth running over your teeth.

"So easily persuaded, Addams? I would have assumed you'd put up a better fight." You measly hummed at her, smiling when her jaw clamped shut. Wednesday was shockingly decrepit by the whole idea, the moment you suggested you was uncomfortable with her constant begging.

"I know when I'm not wanted, Y/N. I may be cold, even heartless. However, I have the basic human decency to stop when asked, call it a good quality?" She honeyed out, sitting down on your desk chair. You stared at her.

Your finger tapping into your leg muscle, thinking for a split moment.

"Fine."

"Fine?"

You paced over to your desk, tugging up the draw and ripped out a piece of paper. You quickly scribbled onto the paper, writing down your number for the girl who waited with a spark like eye at you.

"Is that?" She croaked out, voice betraying her when she leapt into an unknown feeling: happiness.

"Indeed, use it wisely." She grabbed the paper, well snatched it from your hand: slipping it into her pocket, hoping off your chair and huffed in satisfaction.

"My appreciations, Y/N. Goodnight." With that the black haired girl was climbing out of your window, her head dipping out of the open door before she was finally gone.

"Wednesday!" You ran towards the window, hands hitting the base before swinging your head out into the crisp air of the night.

"I have a front door, use it next time." The girl you called out fit whipped her head back, head tilted back when she heard your voice.

"Will do."

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[jkabbi]

bewitched | chapter 02

╰┈➤summary: Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

╰┈➤pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

╰┈➤genre: cf2l, fluff, angst, magic au

╰┈➤warnings: cursing, salem (deserves his own warning)

word count. 10.9 k

╰┈➤note; we are already in the second chapter! i am very grateful for the support you have given me and to all the people who have decided to give my story a chance <3 i hope u guys enjoy this

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Despite the passage of three days since your rather embarrassing encounter with Jungkook, little had deviated from your usual routine.

Happy for your mental health, you haven't encountered him unexpectedly on the street or elsewhere again.

Presently, you found yourself engaged in the familiar task of cleaning your home, punctuating the process with the addition of protective spells – a regular practice that brought you a sense of security.

Engaging in thorough cleaning bi-monthly, your diligence stemmed from a subtle paranoia, fueled by the looming threat of an old adversary with formidable abilities. Despite the intricacies of this routine, the current impetus for your meticulous cleansing arises from an underlying fatigue that has settled in recently.

As you meticulously attended to your chores, Salem lounged indifferently by the window, his attention fixed on the world outside.

“You do realize those cat paws of yours could lend a helping hand – or paw – with the cleaning, right?” you chided, irritation evident in your voice.

Ignoring your remark, Salem continued gazing out the window, uninterested in your domestic concerns. Frustrated, you used your magic to make the window fly open with a simple touch of your fingers.

“Hey!” Salem protested, his discontent palpable.

Now it was your turn to dismiss him. After tending to the cleaning, you sank wearily into the armchair next to the window, grateful for the modest size of your apartment.

“Did you know our neighbors moved?” Salem piped up.

“Yes, you mentioned it. Why?” you responded wearily, still staring at the ceiling, exhaustion lingering in your every movement.

“Because there's a moving truck. I guess someone else will occupy the apartment next door,” Salem remarked with a touch of boredom. “I'll miss the dramatic fights of our former neighbors.”

Before you could engage further in Salem's observations, your phone interrupted with its insistent ringing.

Your bestie fired off a text, checking if you were a go for the Wednesday meeting. “Who is it?” your nosy cat chimed in, strolling over. “Just Yoongi,” you mumbled, deep in thought “He’s asking about the Wednesday thing”

“Oh, the social shindig! Are you gracing it with your presence?” Salem asked, eager for the scoop. You tore your gaze from the phone, observing movers weaving outside the apartment like a chaotic ballet. “I'm on the fence,” you confessed. “Feels like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?”

As your cat claimed dominion over your legs, he vented, “You know what's truly disastrous? Replying 'you too' to a waiter's 'enjoy your meal.' It's like living in a cringe-worthy sitcom moment in real life.”

Salem, seemingly unfazed, played with dust bubbles, offering a quip as if participating in a cosmic comedy.

Frustration building, you sighed, “Can we be serious here? This is more significant than a sitcom faux pas.” Salem, with an innocent look, glanced up, feigning detachment.

“Why are you upset? It's happened to me countless times! It's embarrassing,” Salem retorted casually.

“I'd rather repeat that to a waitress a thousand times than risk losing my dignity to Jungkook's charming white commercial smile!” you exclaimed passionately.

Salem, raising a dismissive paw, sought to diminish your sentiment, “Don't think you're special; it happens to everyone. It's just a barbecue among friends. What's the worst that can happen?”

Annoyance etched on your face, you retorted, “What's the worst? You know exactly what could happen. I can't risk the spell being broken.”

Salem, nonchalantly, replied, “Bah, if the spell breaks, put it back on. Simple.”

Your gaze, sharp as daggers, could have sent Salem six feet under. “It's not that simple, and you know it. Playing with someone's mind is risky business."Blah, blah, blah,” Salem replied with an air of boredom. “You humans care so much about rules and consequences.”

Your eyebrow arched in curiosity, “Maybe that's why we're not punished and made to look like a ball of hair for eternity.”

A playful smirk danced on your lips as you sensed you might have struck a nerve with the proud feline.

Before you could engage in a verbal sparring match with your fur-covered companion, a peculiar sight outside the window seized your attention.

Through your apartment window, you observed movers delivering high-quality appliances and furniture to your apartment complex.

Perplexed, you couldn't help but wonder: Why would someone affluent willingly choose to move into your less-than-ideal dwelling, plagued by mold, electrical issues, and water problems?

Confused, you and Salem, were equally captivated by the sight unfolding outside your window. “Apparently our neighbors are rich,” Salem mused, settling at the window. “What are they doing in this poor excuse for an apartment?”

Agreeing, you shook your head, still gawking at the street where movers were unloading opulent possessions. Salem, always the dramatist, remarked, “With that television, imagine what my Turkish novel nights would be like?!” His excitement was palpable.

As you continued to watch, your attention was suddenly captured by the arrival of a dreamy bookcase, adorned in dark and elegant wood. Unable to contain your enthusiasm, you exclaimed, “Imagine having that bookcase!”

The absurdity of the situation struck you, and you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a tinge of embarrassment at the spectacle you and your black cat presented to any passersby. A disheveled girl, mouth agape, and her feline companion – not the most polished image.

Salem, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist teasing you about past suitors. “Sometimes I wonder why you didn't marry that Kang boy,” he commented. “If you had, those,” he gestured outside, “would be our belongings.”

Annoyed, you pushed him. “You know damn well why not! The guy was a complete idiot!”

Salem, undeterred, retorted with a swipe of his paws. “He was an idiot, but an idiot with money.”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Oh, come on! As if you don't hate him either! Remember that time he said you were useless because you failed with your plan for world domination?”

Salem's ears perked up, and you seized the opportunity to stoke his anger. “And then he said he could do it better because he was the son of the High Priest of the Church of Night.”

The mention of Kang Hyung, the insufferable figure from your school days, visibly enraged Salem. “That damn brat! I had forgotten what an idiot he was,” Salem exclaimed angrily, displaying his claws. “As if the little shit hadn't failed the final aptitude test against you!”

You smiled, grateful to have Salem as a comrade in your shared disdain for Kang Hyung, the arrogant tormentor who not only made your school life unbearable but also sought to bind you in an unwanted marriage to hinder your progress within the Church of Night.

Chills coursed through your veins, triggering a wave of unpleasant memories and emotions as the recollection of the Church of the Night consumed your thoughts. Salem's observation cut through the internal turmoil, “Now that I think about it, that bastard must have been partying when you left.”

You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders, masking the deeper complexities of the emotions that stirred within you. Delving into the past wasn't a habit, especially when it involved the social circle you had left behind—the realm where tradition and ancient customs overshadowed individual freedom.

In that stifling environment, your opposition to conformity had been a constant struggle throughout your childhood and adolescence. The battle against a system that restricted your authenticity intensified when your human friend, and eventual boyfriend, became a permanent part of your life. It was like pulling the trigger on an invisible conflict that escalated into a war against your own kind.

Though the notion of dating a human seemed trivial to you, it was forbidden in the eyes of your coven. This strict rule, which you found utterly senseless, triggered a cascade of opposition from your aunts, peers at the academy, and even some magical texts. You couldn't fathom how something as natural as love could be deemed heretical.

Your father's relationship with a human, resulting in your existence, added another layer of irony to the situation. Yet, for the high priest of your coven, your liaison with the human boy disrupted his plans to marry you off to his son, maintaining a supposed line of purity.

The revelation amused you, considering your own mixed blood, with a human mother. The absurdity of their insistence on purity evaporated when you reflected on your father's heritage—a former pastor of the Church of Night, one of the most powerful warlock in recent generations, and the unique mediator between humans and magicians, showcasing the absurdity of their narrow-minded views.

A surge of memories triggered a headache, prompting you to physically shake them loose. It was a conscious effort to purge the lingering thoughts from your mind. The mantra echoed within – your past, a source of mental distress, held no relevance now.

The chapters of your old life, once defining, had lost their grip on your present self. Reminding yourself of this, you cast aside the weight of bygone years. The rules that once constrained you, now faded relics, held no sway in the canvas of your current existence. This deliberate detachment marked a symbolic liberation, a decisive break from the constraints that had defined your past.

The weight of your past choices no longer haunted you too, the passage of time had rendered them irreversible. Over the past decade, you've learned that being overly harsh on yourself hinders personal growth and happiness. This realization became particularly profound when reflecting on decisions driven by love and the instinct to protect those dear to you.

Your inner circle may be small, a deliberate choice. Yet, it doesn't diminish the depth of your commitment to those within it. You've proven time and again that you'd go to great lengths for the sake of your loved ones. This unwavering loyalty has been the guiding force propelling you forward through these ten years of personal evolution and resilience.

Because after all, in the tapestry of devotion, you'd rewrite the stars and reshape your destiny for your loved ones.

Fifteen years ago

The soft radiance from the lamp bathed the room in a gentle glow, casting shadows that danced on Jungkook's superhero sheets, cocooning you in a comforting embrace.

If someone would ask you how home feels like, you would describe this.

The room's door swung open noiselessly, heralding Jungkook's return, cradling a steaming cup of your favorite hot chocolate. He handed it over with a gentle warning about its temperature, and as your fingers brushed his, you felt the stark contrast between his warmth and your cold, trembling ones. With a shy smile, he settled beside you. Gratitude filled your expression, not just for the comforting cup but also for the sparring clothes he had thoughtfully provided, considering your pajamas were smeared with mud and damp.

Despite the impending weight of an awkward conversation, you opted to divert your attention to his window, a bit distant from the bed but offering a serene view of the outside world.

The once-turbulent wind had yielded to a gentle breeze, causing leaves to rustle in the trees. The rain had ceased its rhythmic drumming, and residual droplets now dripped from the roof outside Jungkook's window. Sensing the boy's restlessness, you took in the quietude of the scene.

“Do you feel better?” Jungkook's voice, a melodic whisper, filled the room. A sense of shyness tinged your response as you glanced at him, softly admitting, “Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you.”

With an encouraging look, he reassured you, “It's not a bother.”

The intensity of his gaze prompted you to shift your focus to the cup in your hands. “Was it a nightmare?” he inquired slowly, his words a gentle balm as if speaking to a frightened creature. Shaking your head, you kept your gaze fixed on the cup, grappling with the words to convey the complex emotions.

After a brief silence, you found the courage to continue, “It was something akin to a lucid dream. It doesn't happen frequently, but when it does, it's intensely vivid.” Sipping the chocolate, you revealed, “I struggle with sleepwalking problems, and at times, it coincides with these dreams.”

Jungkook maintained a respectful silence, his attentive eyes inviting you to share more. Emboldened by his patience, you felt a surge to elaborate. “It's like a distant memory from the past, but not mine – someone with a profound connection to me. This time, I woke up in the general cemetery. And when I looked around…” A shiver coursed through you, and in response to your fear, Jungkook placed his warm, slightly wounded hand atop yours, offering a reassuring and firm grip.

The room held a hushed atmosphere as you shared the unsettling details of your encounter. “There were some people hanging... from the big tree in the middle,” you said, each word measured. “I think they were women. Then they started saying some things that I couldn't understand, and when I wanted to escape, they surrounded me... trapping me.”

In the shadowed stillness, Jungkook nodded attentively, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding, urging you to continue.

“I don't know what I did; I just know that I threw myself on the ground and used my dad’s necklace as a talisman. I think that kept them away,” you explained, gently touching the pendant around your neck. “Then they disappeared, and I ran away as fast as I could.”

Apologizing for the midnight disturbance, you added, “I'm sorry for waking you up. I didn't want to be alone.”

Jungkook's smile, radiant even in the dimness, melted away the shadows of fear. He reassured you, “The truth is that I'm happy you came here. I wouldn't have liked you to be alone after something like that.” His fingers found yours again as he continued, “When something like that happens again, come find me, no matter what, deal, Daisy?”

In those vulnerable moments, you couldn't help but appreciate the warmth of his caring nature. His presence was a comforting haven, a solace in the midst of the eerie tale.

Opening the window for you in the dead of night wasn't an ordinary gesture. Not when you were resembling a scene from a horror movie—soaked by rain, caked in mud, and wearing an expression of sheer terror.

As you poured your gratitude into a whispered acknowledgment, you found yourself caught in a contemplative gaze. Jungkook's eyes crinkled at the corners, and his smile deepened, revealing a sincerity that resonated through the dimly lit room.

The room felt like a sanctuary, insulated from the outside world. And in that sanctuary, you acknowledged the intricacies of your feelings. You cherished him not only as a friend but as someone who had unknowingly captured your heart.

For Jungkook, love was a sacred expression, an unfettered commitment. You admired the way he loved—wholeheartedly, without reservation. His love embraced his family, enveloped his friends, and echoed in every act of kindness he bestowed upon others.

As you looked at him, you couldn't escape a twinge of envy for his ability to love fearlessly. It was this very quality that made him a beloved figure in your school and community—a beacon of happiness, responsibility, and altruism.

Witnessing his gestures, whether helping elderly neighbors or playing with children, you marveled at his genuine kindness. It painted a picture of a person who not only shared joy but also had an innate understanding of the needs of those around him.

Yet, amidst all this admiration, a poignant reality lingered. You yearned for more than friendly smiles and shared camaraderie. You wished to be the one capable of sparking an indescribable fervor within him, to have your presence elicit a symphony of emotions.

But a sobering truth anchored your heart. In his eyes, you remained a cherished friend—someone seen through the lens of platonic affection.

The dialogue drifted into a contemplative silence, each heartbeat resonating with a subdued acknowledgment. “Okay,” you eventually replied, the word carrying a depth that echoed your gratitude and an unspoken acceptance of the emotions that swirled within. “Thank you,” you added, the words whispered with a blush coloring your cheeks—a subtle testament to the complex tapestry of feelings that entangled you in the midst of the night.

A gentle sigh escaped you as you snapped out of your contemplative thoughts, deciding it was time to return home. Just as you were about to rise from the bed, Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened, a silent plea for you to stay.

“Stay,” he whispered, his breath warm against your face. The proximity between you two ignited a flurry of emotions within, and a subtle but palpable pressure began to build.

“Kook, it's okay. It's late, and we have classes in the morning,” you reassured, attempting to mask the nervousness that tinged your voice. Yet, he shook his head, his hold on your hand unwavering.

“I won't be able to sleep if you leave,” he admitted, his eyes holding an intensity that defied description. Caught in the sincerity of his gaze, you nodded slowly, acknowledging the unspoken connection between you two.

Pleased with your response, Jungkook rose from the bed, gracefully taking your empty chocolate glass and placing it on his desk. Turning back to you, he approached the bed with a certain vulnerability in his demeanor.

“Is it okay if I sleep in bed with you?” he asked, a delicate blush gracing his cheeks, his hand nervously tousling his hair. “It's okay if you don't want to! I just know how much these 'episodes' affect you, and I don't mind sleeping…”

Interrupting his anxious rambling, you gently reassured him, “It's fine, Kook. No problem.” A sigh of tranquility escaped him, and a silent understanding passed between you.

“Okay,” he nodded, settling down beside you. “Should I leave the lights on?” he asked, his gaze filled with genuine affection.

Shaking your head, you responded, “It's not necessary. You are enough.” In the soft glow of the room, your unspoken connection and deep affection lingered, an intricate dance between two souls who harbored profound feelings for each other yet struggled to articulate them. Love and protection remained unspoken, concealed in the hesitant glances and tender gestures, painting a delicate picture of two shy hearts afraid to voice the depth of their emotions.

He extinguished the warm glow of his lamp, and in the ensuing darkness, Jungkook settled down beside you. This nocturnal rendezvous wasn't unfamiliar terrain – sleeping beside Jungkook had been a cherished tradition since childhood. Pillows, often arranged as a makeshift wall, served as a quaint barrier, yet by morning, the pillows would be strewn about, and some part of him would inevitably find solace in proximity to you.

This shared ritual had dwindled as adolescence unfolded, hormones and societal expectations introducing an unspoken distance. You attributed it to the complexities of growing up, and perhaps, a lingering sense that Jungkook felt awkward about these intimate moments. Overheard whispers of school friends teasing about your close bond only fueled that perception.

Nervousness lingered as you embarked on this night together. The last time you shared a bed was months ago during an impromptu camping trip, an accidental convergence beneath the stars. You both fell asleep, and you awoke the next morning realizing you had unconsciously embraced him on his mattress.

If Jungkook felt any unease about these moments, he masked it well. Turning onto his side, he wished you goodnight with a hoarse voice. Your expectations remained tempered; you understood the limits of your friendship, acknowledging that Jungkook cherished you as a companion, nothing more.

In return, you whispered a reciprocal goodnight, surrendering yourself to the embrace of Morpheus while stealing a glance at the silhouette of your childhood friend. Longing to wrap your arms around him and cradle him as you slept, you were acutely aware that such desires were confined to the depths of your heart. Instead, you hugged yourself, creating an unbridgeable distance to prevent the impossibility of touching him. The night unfolded, a delicate dance of unspoken emotions and the quiet poetry of unrequited feelings.

Flowers, steeped in a rich history of symbolism, serve as messengers of emotions across diverse customs and cultures. The choice of a specific bloom carries nuanced significance, dictated by the occasion, the intent behind the gift, and the sentiments shared with the recipient.

While the tradition of presenting red roses to convey love and yellow roses as a symbol of friendship remains widely known, the floral lexicon extends far beyond these familiar territories. Sunflowers, for instance, embody the essence of loyalty, a cornerstone of enduring friendships.

In the floral haven where you work, offering guidance becomes an integral part of the service. Customers seek advice to ensure their floral gifts convey the right message. With a keen understanding of the language of flowers, you assist them in selecting blooms that align with their intentions.

Presently, your skilled hands are meticulously crafting a bouquet of white peonies, fulfilling a special request from a mother for her daughter's birthday. White peonies, known to attract good luck and health, symbolize youth, beauty, and a cultivated spirit, creating a meaningful tapestry of sentiments within the arrangement.

Meanwhile, at the inn, Yoongi extends his expertise to an elderly couple, providing thoughtful suggestions for their floral needs. The day unfolds with a semblance of calm, punctuated by a slightly increased influx of people. You attribute this to various ceremonies taking place, ranging from graduations to personal achievements, infusing the air with an undercurrent of celebratory joy.

Engrossed in your world, you hum along to the tune emanating from the store's black radio, a companion to your almost five years of experience in the floral industry. Your hands move with a seasoned precision as you cut and arrange the flowers, each movement a testament to your craftsmanship.

Amid this tranquility, the store's phone rings, momentarily disrupting your peace. Observing that Yoongi is still engaged with customers, you wipe your hands on your flower-patterned apron and answer the call. A young woman on the other end, her voice brimming with happiness, inquires about the store's availability.

“The store is open, don't worry,” you assure her professionally, absentmindedly playing with a pencil nearby. The joyous laughter on the other end piques your curiosity. Who could be so delighted about visiting a flower shop? Yet, in this business, you understand that each customer brings their unique story, and money, in the end, is money.

As the conversation concludes, you approach Yoongi, who seamlessly transitions between the roles of a responsible and kind worker. His cheerful demeanor while assisting customers adds a touch of warmth to the shop's ambiance. “Don't worry. The order will be ready for your granddaughter's graduation,” Yoongi reassures the departing elderly couple, their intertwined hands painting a poignant image of enduring love.

Observing the tender moment, you playfully remark, “Wow, I can't wait when that's you and Jimin.” Yoongi responds with a smile, showcasing his teeth. You continue, teasingly noting, “Although I imagine Jimin will age much better than you. Have you seen his skincare? I'm so jealous.”

Yoongi chuckled in response. “Oh, I'm well aware. Living with Jimin means witnessing his extravagant purchases. Just the other day, he splurged on what he claimed was the most expensive face mask in existence. I'm convinced he fell for a scam,” he shared with an amused smirk.

You reciprocated the laughter, understanding Jimin's penchant for acquiring things, particularly those aimed at enhancing his personal well-being. “Well, Jimin's bank account doesn't exactly suffer,” you quipped, acknowledging his financial success stemming from a business and finance degree and a thriving career at a technology company.

Yoongi, engaged in arranging items on the work table, responded, “True. He probably has enough money to buy both you and me.” A playful smile lingered on his face as he contemplated the idea.

Amused, you expressed your thoughts, “I'd gladly be bought by him. I could enjoy your paradise apartment and eat in your beautiful dining room every day.”

Yoongi let out a snort, teasingly considering the notion. "Perhaps you both could adopt me as a pet or something," you continued, playfully imagining an unconventional arrangement.

“Why would we want you as a pet?” Yoongi questioned, leaning back on the counter and adopting a casual posture. You shot him a mock-offended look as you returned to the work table, where your partially arranged flowers awaited completion.

“Because I'm fun and spontaneous!” you asserted, seizing the scissors in your hand with playful defiance. A hint of mischief sparkled in your eyes.

“Why would that be a sufficient quality to adopt you as a pet?” Yoongi stretched, his movement reminiscent of your cat Salem's languid stretches at home. The peculiar similarity between your feline companion and your best friend didn't escape your notice.

Undeterred, you retorted, “How about I roll around on the floor and juggle? I'll present my case, and you can decide if you want to adopt me.”

Before you could jokingly threaten him with the scissors, the melodious chime of bells at the front door rang, signaling the arrival of visitors and momentarily diverting your attention from the playful banter.

A swift turn brought both you and Yoongi face to face with unexpected visitors. As Yoongi began his polite greeting, his words trailed off, halted by the sight that met your collective gaze. The expressions mirrored between you and Yoongi spoke volumes, an amalgamation of surprise and curiosity.

Standing before you were Jungkook and his girlfriend, Jiwoo. Her smile, radiant from side to side, was matched only by the astonishment etched across Jungkook's features. An atmosphere of unexpected reunions and unspoken questions hung in the air.

“Hi, guys!” Jiwoo's cheerful exclamation pierced through the initial silence. “I'm so glad I can see you two again.” You and Yoongi, still processing the surprise, responded with a slightly awkward smile, caught off guard by the unforeseen encounter.

The curiosity in Jungkook's eyes couldn't be contained as he blurted out, “Do you guys work here?” The surprise lingered in his voice, and Jiwoo, seemingly aware of the intrigue, interjected with a playful shake of his shoulders. “Of course, honey! Jimin recommended this flower shop to us.”

While they continued their conversation, you and Yoongi shared a quick exchange of glances, silently conveying a mutual 'what in the fuck?!'

Thanks to the soft daylight, you took a closer, more deliberate look at Jungkook's fiancée—an opportunity denied during your initial encounter in the fleeting darkness. She stood tall, radiating a slender grace that hinted at regular gym visits, showcasing a toned and lithe physique.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, impeccably kept and reaching her waist. A beauty illuminated her face, with flawless, radiant skin free from any discernible imperfections. Even beneath the subtle makeup, her complexion remained perfect, highlighting her delicate features.

The delicate nuances of her face were accentuated by a touch of light and rosy fashion makeup, giving her an elegant allure. As if that weren't enough, she effortlessly pulled off a chic two-piece jacket and skirt set, a trend you had observed on various fashionable girls.

Each passing second of analysis chipped away at your self-esteem. Placed side by side, the disparity was painfully evident

She emanated a sense of chic fashion and beauty, reminiscent of those flawless girls showcased on social media. Meanwhile, you felt like a relic from the past, lacking both the financial means and the physique to confidently adorn those fashionable clothes. The mere thought of comparing yourself to her beauty became a battle you knew you had already lost.

Unable to bear the mental torture, you reluctantly averted your gaze, a pang of inferiority and a hint of jealousy settling within you.

Jungkook, still taken aback, said, “I just didn't know you guys were in charge of this place.”

Jiwoo, maintaining her infectious smile, turned her attention to you. “___ dear, can you help me with my order? I think we changed our minds about some things,” she said, as if you were long-lost friends, releasing Jungkook's hand to link arms with you.

“Order?” you asked, genuinely bewildered. The revelation that Jiwoo had placed an order caught you off guard, and you glanced at Yoongi, finding him equally perplexed.

“Of course! I placed the order a few weeks ago, Jiwoo continued, her grip on your shoulder conveying a sense of familiarity. “For a wedding? Outdoor?” Her words triggered a mental light bulb, and suddenly, you remembered the discussion you had with Yoongi about a potential wedding order.

“Of course,” you mumbled, still slightly shocked, but your legs instinctively guided Jiwoo towards your cluttered work table. Jungkook approached Yoongi, initiating a conversation as you apologized, “Sorry for the mess. I was preparing an order.”

The pervasive sense of inadequacy weighed heavily on you, particularly in your workplace, where the disparity between you and her became glaringly evident. She seemed as though she had never encountered the grit of physical labor, while your calloused hands bore the unspoken testament of hard work and perseverance.

Organizing your work table, you made space and grabbed your book, where meticulous notes of orders were kept. Jiwoo stood nearby, shaking her head reassuringly, “Don't worry. It's your work, and it's also very pretty,” she complimented, gesturing towards the unfinished bouquet of peonies.

Surprised by her compliment, you just nodded.

Opening the book, you located the latest orders and found Jiwoo's for a wedding. “Im Jiwoo?” you confirmed, and she nodded in affirmation.

Setting aside the inner turmoil and the pangs of inferiority, you gracefully donned your professional facade. After all, this is your job.

As you delved into the details of her request, you inquired about any changes or additions. The original order included a Bride's Bouquet, a Bouquet to throw, 2 Boutonnières for the bride and groom, an Arrangement for the altar, 2 Pedestals of 1.70 for the altar, and 80 twigs for the pews.

Jiwoo pointed delicately at your notebook, expressing her desire to add a flower arch. “That's a good idea,” you agreed, jotting down the suggestion. “What flowers are you thinking of for that arrangement?”

“I really don't know. I've seen some ideas online, but I'd like the help of a professional,” Jiwoo admitted.

“Sure, don't worry. I'll help you,” you assured her, maintaining a professional demeanor. Jiwoo moved closer, expressing her happiness that you could assist her. She admitted, “I'm very nervous, and Jimin told me that you were perfect for this.”

Surprised, you looked at her as she continued, “I was a little worried. Jungkook's group is all men, and I missed the female presence. You seemed to fall out of the sky for me. I hope we can be friends.” She looked at you expectantly and friendly.

The unexpected warmth of her words caught you off guard. Despite any initial reservations, Jiwoo's sincerity made it clear that her intentions were genuine.

Tinged with a subtle guilt for harboring feelings of jealousy and inferiority towards her, you met her gaze. Her eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness, darting from your face to your hands, as if she held back from initiating any physical contact.

“I know we haven’t held a conversation but I sense you're a good person, and Jimin holds you in high regard. I genuinely want a positive relationship with my fiancé's friends.” Her nervous tic, a lip bite, revealed a vulnerability that you couldn't ignore. “Don't feel pressured!” she exclaimed, quickly adding, “It's just that I don't have many friends. From what Jimin has shared, you seem genuinely nice, and it sparked a desire to be friends with you. Unfortunately, I missed meeting you at previous gatherings because Yoongi mentioned you couldn't make it.”

Her infectious cheerfulness and nervousness momentarily dispelled any lingering doubts you had about her character. It's not every day you find yourself befriending your ex-boyfriend's fiancée, —especially when your feelings still linger. Yet, with a strange but confident smile, you interrupted her rambling, embracing the unexpected bond.

“ I would love to,” you responded genuinely, your smile breaking through any hesitation. Her shyness melted away as she eagerly took your hands, exclaiming, “What a thrill! We are friends!”

However, a sudden realization struck her, and she looked at you with a hint of horror. “I mean, no! I mean, yes! Ugh, I mean, we're going to be friends.” The awkward stumble in her words added a touch of endearing charm to the moment.

Caught in the moment, Yoongi and Jungkook glanced your way, and you sent them an apologetic look.

As the conversation shifted to wedding preparations, Jiwoo sought your expertise on floral arrangements for the arch. She expressed a preference for a neutral color scheme that wouldn't overshadow the rest of the décor.

With a thoughtful expression, you brought your fingers to your chin. “A floral arch for an outdoor wedding could be enchanting with a combination of roses, peonies, and gypsophila. To create a fresh and romantic atmosphere, consider soft tones like whites, pinks, and greens. We can customize it based on your preferred color palette and the wedding style.”

Jiwoo nodded, her gaze drifting towards your partially finished arrangement. “I'd love something like these,” she pointed, “perhaps in white.”

“Those are indeed peonies, and we can incorporate white roses as well,” you suggested, emphasizing the elegance of the choice.

The idea resonated with Jiwoo, and she clapped her delicate hands in approval. “It looks perfect to me. White exudes elegance!”

You nodded in agreement, adding, “Since it's an outdoor wedding, the white will provide a beautiful contrast against the lush greenery of the surroundings.”

Jiwoo's smile widened. “Exactly! I'm aiming for a sober and neutral style. Most of the decorations will be in white.”

“Perfect, then I'm going to add this modification to the order. Anything else you want to change?” you inquired, diligently noting down the ideas in your notebook. Jiwoo rested her hands on the wooden counter, a contemplative look in her outlined eyes.

“The truth is that I had ordered roses, but I would like another variety of flowers. What other flower do you recommend for the missing decorations and the twigs for the benches?” she asked, seeking your expertise.

Setting your pencil aside, you surveyed the flower shop for inspiration. “Orchids, hydrangeas, or calla lilies are excellent options,” you suggested. “These flowers are commonly used in weddings, and considering their white versions should work seamlessly for your theme. Unless you have a preference for another color, which is entirely feasible.”

Jiwoo played with her shiny engagement ring, a detail that caught your attention just now. “I trust you. I think they are good options. Add them to the order,” she replied, a sense of confidence in her decision.

You nodded, jotting down the final details. “Okay, then an arch of roses and white peonies, and orchids, hydrangeas, and calla lilies for the other decorations,” you named to ensure nothing was overlooked. “Will these last ones be white?” you asked, and Jiwoo nodded. “Perfect. Anything else?”

“No, that would be it,” Jiwoo smiled, and you mirrored her expression. “Then it would be ready. If you have any queries or questions, let me know.” Jiwoo gratefully touched your arm before turning towards where your friend and her boyfriend were engaged in conversation.

“Dear!” she exclaimed, drawing their attention. “It's ready! ___ helped me choose the last details; come here so you can check them!”

Suddenly, your lunch, which you devoured an hour ago, seemed to threaten a return from your stomach. Handling Jiwoo alone was one thing, but facing Jungkook, especially in the presence of his girlfriend-fiancée, was another challenge entirely. Guilt gnawed at you for still harboring attraction towards him.

In an attempt to divert your attention, you focused on the succulent on the counter, nurturing the offspring that were emerging. You had rescued it from near death in a store window, choosing to see it as a rescue rather than theft.

Witnessing your discomfort from afar, Yoongi, a comforting presence, walked behind Jungkook.

As Jiwoo embraced Jungkook by her side, a peculiar sense of discomfort washed over you, prompting a quick diversion of your gaze towards your best friend.

“Did you already choose what you wanted?” Jungkook asked Jiwoo, his comforting gesture a stark contrast to the internal turbulence you felt. Your eyes sought solace in Yoongi, who had positioned himself beside you.

While the conversation unfolded between Jiwoo and Jungkook, Yoongi leaned in, whispering in your ear, “Are you okay?” You responded with a nod, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“All good,” you assured him, attempting to dismiss the intensity of the situation. Yoongi reciprocated with a knowing nod. “She looks too intense,” he remarked, and you couldn't help but snort in agreement.

“Don't be like that,” you hushed him. “Although you're right, she is,” you added in a conspiratorial whisper.

Yoongi chuckled. “I'm sorry I couldn't save you. She just kidnapped you.”

You acknowledged his comment. “She did, but I genuinely believe she means well. A bit too cheerful for my taste, but I think she's a good person.”

As Yoongi absentmindedly played with the loose strands of your bun, he continued sharing his thoughts. “Yeah? The truth is that I don't know how to feel about her. I think she has too much personality. Every time I see her, she takes my energy away,” he admitted.

Understanding Yoongi's introverted nature, you empathized with his sentiments. Jiwoo's aura appeared clean and clear, devoid of any negative vibes thanks to your discerning skills. However, her vivacious personality could indeed be overwhelming, particularly for someone like Yoongi, whose energy was easily drained by social interactions.

In consideration of his well-being, you had crafted a bracelet with stones known for preserving energy, a thoughtful gift from you. Yoongi currently wore it on his wrist, unaware that it was more than a mere accessory. You had discreetly given it to him the first year you met, recognizing his need for energy preservation. It remained a secret that the bracelet wasn't just a trinket but a genuinely effective tool against energy depletion.

The flower shop's ambiance seemed to shift as Jiwoo's voice permeated the air, interrupting your quiet exchange with Yoongi.

“___ gave me the idea of the flowers we could use,” she shared, and Jungkook's appreciative smile was directed your way. The discomfort lingered, an unwelcome companion as you handed the conversational baton back to him. A quiet reminder that you were intricately involved in preparing the floral arrangements for the wedding of the person you still held a deep affection for, even if he was to wed another.

“What do you think of orchids and peonies?” Jiwoo queried, seemingly oblivious to the emotions simmering beneath the surface. “I know you love daisies, but you told me you don't want to use them for our wedding. So I think the options ___ gave me are good.”

The mention of daisies prompted your head to lift in surprise. Beside you, Yoongi shared a similar reaction, although perhaps for different reasons. Memories associated with the flower brought an unexpected wave of emotion, momentarily distracting you.

“Daisy?”

The boy smiled happily.

"You saved me in a field of Daisies. It's fitting. You're going to be Daisy.”

“They're fine,” Jungkook responded, his indifference a stark contrast to the internal turbulence you were experiencing. “They're cute.”

The necklace around your neck felt like an anchor, grounding you in the reality of the situation. Determinedly, you steadied yourself at the table, attempting to shake off the surge of memories that threatened to overpower the present.

'Come on, girl, it's just a memory,' Aunt Yoon's reassuring voice echoed in your mind, offering a momentary reprieve.

“Peonies are perfect for weddings,” Yoongi interjected, skillfully redirecting the attention away from you. Grateful for the subtle intervention, you lightly touched his arm in acknowledgment.

“They are very beautiful!” Jiwoo exclaimed, her enthusiasm evident as she squeezed Jungkook's arm. “Look, babe, ____ is making a beautiful arrangement with them.” She pointed to your unfinished bouquet.

Jungkook's gaze shifted to you, and a soft comment escaped his lips. “You have a talent for this.”

Intimidated by the unexpected praise, you nodded shyly and looked away, attempting to shield the warmth that crept onto your cheeks from Jungkook's discerning eyes.

“She does!” Jiwoo responded “I'm glad that you are the ones who take care of this for our important day.”

Both you and Yoongi exchanged smiles, though if nerves and tension hadn't gripped you, you might have found humor in the way you two stood still, akin to statues—almost like the infamous standing guy emoji.

Jiwoo's phone rang, offering a welcome interruption to the somewhat awkward atmosphere. She waved apologetically and retreated to the far side of the store.

“How long have you two been working with flowers?” Jungkook asked, his curiosity evident as he absently played with his lip piercing. Observing your still semblance, Yoongi took the initiative to respond. “Professionally, about five years for me,” your friend shared, casually leaning against the white wall. “Although this kid,” he pointed at you, “has been dedicated to them for much longer than me.”

You mentally cursed Yoongi for drawing Jungkook's attention towards you. Trying to play it cool, you simply shrugged, hoping the moment would pass without much scrutiny.

Contrary to your expectation, Jungkook pressed the issue further. “How long has it been?” he asked you, locking eyes directly with you.

Feeling a bit flustered, you toyed with the edges of your brown skirt. “All my life, I guess,” you admitted shyly. “I've had a knack for this since I was a child.”

Jungkook offered a kind smile. “It fits you perfectly.”

Confused by his remark, you looked at him, but before you could inquire further, Jiwoo returned.

“I'm sorry, it was my boss. She wants me to give her some documents,” she apologized, rejoining Jungkook and linking arms with him. “You know, the fashion industry doesn't rest! Anyway, thank you for helping us! It was a pleasure to see you... see you tomorrow!" she said, moving Jungkook along to say goodbye to both of you.

She gave you a kiss on the cheek and a half hug, repeating the gesture with Yoongi, who couldn't refuse, even if his poker face hinted at discomfort when she kissed him on the cheek. In contrast, Jungkook offered a simple half hug and a sincere smile to you and a handshake to Yoongi.

Distracted by the proximity and the unexpected hug from Jungkook, you didn't realize they were leaving the store. Jiwoo's voice from the entrance brought you back to reality: “___, remember that you are invited to the wedding!” With that, they left.

You and Yoongi exchanged dumbfounded glances, shrugging your shoulders in mutual bewilderment. The weight of the day, now felt long and heavy, lingered in the air as you reflected on the unexpected encounter with your past and the impending involvement in Jungkook's wedding preparations.

In the echoing silence of your kitchen, Salem's mocking laughter lingered as you diligently prepared the food. The sardonic feline couldn't believe the news about the wedding invitation, his disbelief evident in his amused voice, “She befriended you and invited you to the wedding? Bloody hell! Your luck is worse than mine,” he quipped, reveling in laughter.

“And you have to prepare the flower arrangements for them?” your cat continued, clutching his belly in amusement. “What a laugh, for Satan's sake, I have to write about this on my Twitter! It's so funny.”

Irritated by the recollection of Salem's mocking laughter an hour ago, you took out your frustration on the onions, chopping them with visible anger. The sharp knife sliced through the layers, absorbing the weight of your annoyance.

“Woah, what did the onion do to you?” Yoongi commented as he entered your compact kitchen, holding freshly purchased meat. Ignoring him, you continued with your task, determined to drown out the lingering echoes of Salem's laughter.

Yoongi chuckled, “You've been like this for an hour.” Unresponsive, you persisted in your culinary efforts.

Stupid Salem, you cursed internally, I hope you fall in the toilet.

Sensing your irritation, Yoongi decided against further teasing and turned on the small radio hanging by the window and above the refrigerator. The kitchen filled with the comforting hum of a radio show, providing a backdrop to your cooking and dinner preparations with Yoongi, a routine that brought a sense of warmth.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi's question cut through the rhythmic sounds of chopping as he prepared the meat beside you.

You looked at him with curiosity, “What do you mean?”

“These last few days, you've been more tired and pale,” he noted, his gaze fixed on the meat as he skillfully sliced it. “Do you feel sick?”

Yoongi's perceptiveness caught on to your exhaustion. In recent days, waking up and going to bed tired became routine, and the dark circles under your eyes grew more pronounced. Makeup became a necessity to hide the visible signs. You attributed it to recent events, but even Salem, your astute feline, began to notice. He insisted you consume a peculiar green liquid, its origin shrouded in mystery, as a potential remedy for your strange condition but still had no effect.

Unable to deny Yoongi's keen observations, you admitted, “Something, but I guess my anemia may have returned.” The mention of the past diagnosis prompted memories of the treatment you underwent.

Yoongi nodded, concern etching his features. “You should go to the doctor; if you want, I'll go with you.”

Yoongi consistently stands by your side during hospital visits, interpreting your unease as a typical fear, perhaps of needles, remaining unaware that the true source lies in spectral encounters. Your aversion is rooted in the haunting presence of departed souls and the near-dead that once relentlessly pursued and shadowed you within those clinical walls.

Acknowledging Yoongi's usual support during hospital visits, you replied,

“It's okay. I'll go if it gets worse,” tossing the cut onions into the pot of simmering water. The culinary task provided a brief distraction from the mysterious fatigue that had settled over the past few days.

Yoongi's nod was a tacit agreement as he brandished the knife in your direction. You reciprocated with a nod, diligently focusing on preparing the vegetables. “Don't worry, old man,” you teased, and both of you immersed yourselves in the culinary activities. An hour later, satiated and reclined on the couch, Salem peacefully nestled between you, the atmosphere was content.

Observing a wildlife documentary on TV, where a snake devoured a mouse in slow motion, Yoongi mused, “Wildlife is so...wild?”

You keep your eyes closed and waited for the unsettling scene to pass, snakes not being your favorite due to haunting memories of a dreadful person.

“That's the law of the jungle, my friend” you replied. “You're not even looking, Daisy,” Yoongi retorted. “I don't think watching a snake swallow Ratatouille is the best after-dinner programming,” you countered. “Come on, it could be considered one. Anyway, the snake is having raw mouse for dinner,” he remarked. You made a disgusted face, lamenting Ratatouille. As your gaze shifted to the ceiling, annoyance struck you at the sight of cobwebs around the light.

“Letting Ratatouille leave this world with dignity, tomorrow's plan still stands right?” Yoongi queried. Turning to him, you realized he was already scrutinizing you. Trying to sound nonchalant, you replied, “I guess? Why is it so important for me to go?” Distracting yourself, you stretched your bare legs on the coffee table, wiggling your toes. Yoongi snorted, “It's not that it's important that you go. It's just that you've avoided going to my home like it has the plagues of Egypt or something.”

Raising an eyebrow, you defended, “I haven't avoided your home! I told you I couldn't come.” Yoongi wore a mocking expression. “As far as I know, the only times you've refused to go to our meetings have been these last few weeks, since Jimin introduced his friend.”

His inquisitive gaze probed for clues about your thoughts or feelings. Uneasy, you played with your necklace. “It's just a coincidence,” you insisted, “It’s not weird at all.” Yoongi's eyes locked onto yours, searching. “Do you have a problem with them?” he asked pointedly.

Feeling like a child under parental scrutiny, you shifted uncomfortably. “No,” you asserted, attempting sincerity. “I don't believe you,” Yoongi countered, leaning in your direction. Uncomfortable, you fidgeted. “Why do you think I lied?” you asked. “Because I know you,” Yoongi confessed softly. Offended, you sighed, “I have no problem with them, it's just that these weeks have been strange, okay?”

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me" Yoongi pulled back. “I don't want to bother you, I just want to know what's wrong.”

You felt burdened by guilt and weighed down by regret.

You quickly took his hand “I know, I don't want you to feel bad, but I'm not ready to tell you, is it okay yet?”

He smiled and opened his arms. You throw yourself into the middle of his arms happily.

You stayed in each other's comfort for a while until Yoongi interrupted the quiet moment.

“Daisy, before I forget, do you have the botany book that you offered me? I want to read it”

You nodded, stepping out of his arms. “Yes, let me go get it.”

You got up from the couch and headed towards your room.

The botany book that you had offered to Yoongi was a relic, something that your aunt Binna had given you on your tenth birthday, something that belonged to a very talented witch in the field of botany and that helped you study and learn much more about plants. (For your good fortune, it had no vocabulary or a wink towards witchcraft.)

Arriving at your room, you took it out of your bookcase and shook it, removing the dust.

Luckily for you, the material on the outside was hard and durable, so it didn't spoil so quickly.

The botany book was almost in perfect condition—if it hadn't been for all the times you used it and that was evident in the marked corners.

You calmly returned to the living room and handed the heavy book to your friend who was petting your cat.

“You're leaving?” You asked when you saw that he got up from the couch and began to collect his things.

"Yeah, it's getting kinda late, and I think Jimin would prefer if I swing by to pick him up," he casually mentioned.

“Wait a bit! Let me pack some leftover food from dinner for Jimin” you said as you headed to the kitchen.

Swiftly, you grabbed a storage bowl, transferring the remaining delectable contents from the pot with practiced ease.

Ignorant of your surroundings, you turned around and were surprised to see Yoongi, who had something in his hand and was looking at you with a grim expression.

Before you could ask what was wrong, Yoongi interrupted you.

“Why do you have a photo with Jeon Jungkook in your book?” he said furiously, showing you what he had in his hand.

In the photograph, a radiant teenager Jeon Jungkook embraced you warmly, cradling you against his chest with evident joy, while your smile radiated, revealing the gleam of your teeth. This memorable snapshot was captured by Jungkook on the day of your first date, etching the moment in your memory.

Upon viewing the photo, you accidentally let slip the storage bowl, causing it to tumble to the ground.

Yoongi's gaze intensified as he confronted you about the unexpected photo with Jeon Jungkook. The air grew tense, and you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. Memories flooded back from your childhood and teenage years, and you hesitated before responding to his inquiry.

“I... I didn't expect you to find that,” you stammered, your eyes avoiding his accusing gaze. The photograph captured a moment frozen in time, a reminder of a past connection that you hadn't shared with Yoongi.

Silence hung in the air as Yoongi waited for an explanation, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

The tension tightens its grip on you as you grapple with how to explain your connection with Jungkook without unraveling the truth about your other life. Thoughts race through your mind, haunted by the fear of choosing between maintaining the lie and losing Yoongi, who would undoubtedly seek answers alongside Jungkook, deepening the confusion. The option to explain everything presents itself, but the looming risk of losing Yoongi forever casts a shadow. Could you reveal fragments of the truth without jeopardizing your present? Your relationship with Jungkook appears enigmatic without broaching the delicate topic you've concealed for years. Internal fear intensifies as you desperately search for a solution to preserve the present without unraveling the fragile threads of your hidden history.

You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to open up about a part of your life you had kept hidden.

“Jungkook and I were close friends back then, but things changed over time,” you began, carefully choosing your words. “It's a complicated story, and I didn't want it to affect us. I should have told you earlier.”

Little pieces of truth, you remembered yourself

Yoongi's stern expression softened slightly as he listened, but the tension lingered.

The weight of the unspoken details pressed on you as you tried to explain yourself.

In a desperate plea, you emphasized, “He's completely unaware of who I am, okay? Trust is crucial here. You can't disclose anything to him.” Swiftly interrupting any potential response, you added, “This is linked to a major secret, one that could pose a danger to you if known. I pledge to reveal all, but I need time. It's essential to verify that everything is in order, ensuring your safety. Once that's confirmed, I'll lay bare everything, addressing all your inquiries promptly.” The urgency in your words mirrored the gravity of the situation.

Yoongi's demeanor shifted from frustration to a more understanding tone. Finally, he broke the lingering silence.

“I'm bothered, ____. But for now, I'll let it slide. However, whether you like it or not, you'll have to fill me in on your connection with Jungkook,” Yoongi's words cut through the air and though you nodded frantically, the use of your name instead of your nickname stung.

“I understand; you have every right to be upset. You don't deserve to be lied to, but I need you to trust me,” you yearned to approach him, yet he instinctively took a step back. The physical retreat mirrored the emotional distance between you, a painful acknowledgment of your transgressions.

Before he could articulate his feelings, Yoongi's phone rang, momentarily diverting his attention. After a brief glance at the caller ID—Jimin—he returned his gaze to you. “It's Jimin. I have to go,” he declared, devoid of emotion. You nodded with your head lowered, absorbing the weight of the moment.

Witnessing Yoongi's anger was an unfamiliar sensation, intensifying the hurt of the situation. But before you could dwell further on your remorse, Yoongi was already at the door. Without a chance to say goodbye, he left abruptly.

Salem, who seemed to be feigning sleep, opened one eye and surveyed the room. Sensing your lingering distress, the cat extended a paw towards you.

"Well, that was terrible," Salem commented. Unwilling to engage, you retreated to your room with your head hung low, grappling with the aftermath of a fractured trust.

As Yoongi left, you couldn't shake the sense that this conversation was a turning point, and the aftermath would shape the dynamics of your relationship with him.

Gratitude washed over you for the ingenious creator of clocks as you swiftly vacated your room. The shrill reminder of your alarm spared you from succumbing to unintended sleep, a silent savior in the early hours.

Yet, another restless night haunted you, a lingering aftermath of the recent clash with Yoongi. The turbulent evening left its mark, a shadow cast upon your sleep. Hastening through a shower, you changed attire with an almost mechanical precision, dabbing on makeup to disguise the pronounced dark circles.

Ensuring your floral dress adorned you perfectly, you dashed to the kitchen, snatching your trusty emergency fruit snack – a ritual for mornings when lateness trumped the luxury of a proper breakfast

A brown leather bag swung over your shoulder, you glanced at the hallway mirror, verifying that your short hair retained its neatness.

Keys in hand, you hurriedly exited your abode, only to be halted abruptly by your neighbor from across the hall. Mrs. Hwang, a kind elderly lady who lived alone, emerged simultaneously. Her penchant for gifting cakes or sweets, citing your resemblance to her granddaughter, added a sweet touch to your encounters.

Resignedly closing your eyes, the inevitability of tardiness loomed as Mrs. Hwang spotted you. It wasn't disdain for conversation that plagued you; rather, it was the extended duration of each exchange. Pleasant as discussions about gardening were, the prospect of an hour-long dialogue felt like the worst timing possible.

In a conflicted moment, you weighed the courtesy of Mrs. Hwang against the ticking clock, realizing that the upcoming conversation, though delightful, stood as an obstacle in your race against time.

“It's my beautiful daisy!” she sweetly greeted you, and despite the inner turmoil caused by your delayed departure, you offered a warm smile.

“Mrs. Hwang,” you responded as she approached, her steps limited by the weariness in her legs. “Every day I see you, you get prettier,” she complimented, prompting an internal eyebrow raise. Uncertain if her kindness veiled the truth of your tired appearance or if she needed stronger glasses, you maintained your pleasant demeanor.

“Don't be like that,” you replied shyly, “You're the one who looks pretty. Did you change your hair color? It looks good on you.”

Mrs. Hwang adjusted her glasses, clearly pleased with your compliment. “Likewise,” she responded, “I went to the hairdresser yesterday.” As she delved into the details of her salon visit, you subtly checked your watch, each passing minute intensifying your internal distress. If Yoongi was upset with yesterday, he wouldn't be pleased today. He despised unpunctuality.

In your mind, escape plans took shape. Triggering the fire alarm was considered and promptly dismissed due to the potential chaos of an evacuation. A subtler idea surfaced – turning on Mrs. Hwang's television or radio, objects she detested in the mornings. You could bid your farewell as she turned it off, then make a swift exit.

Concealing your hand behind your back, you snapped your fingers, and moments later, the television inside Mrs. Hwang's apartment blared to life. She grimaced. “I hate the electricity in this place. It always turns the television on or off without my permission. Just a moment, my dear, I'll go turn it off.”

Exhilarated by the success of your diversion, you seized the moment. As Mrs. Hwang began her retreat, you promptly exclaimed, “I'm sorry, Mrs. Hwang, but an emergency came up. We'll catch up later. Good morning!” The words, premeditated but delivered in the heat of the moment, were your cue. With purposeful energy, you swiftly dashed down the aged hallway as if tomorrow hinged on every hurried step.

Without casting a backward glance, you descended the stairs in haste, aiming for the second floor. However, your progress was abruptly halted as a dog leaped onto you midway up the staircase. As you grappled with the unexpected canine intruder, you realized it was none other than Bam.

You stopped for a second, if Bam was here, then his owner was…

The echo of a male voice, filled with agitation, reverberated through the tiled space with a resounding “Bam!” In a swift maneuver, Jungkook ascended the stairs, his figure materializing before you in less than five seconds. He scolded his pet for running without permission, oblivious to your presence until he reached the halfway point, where he noticed your brown summer sandals.

Seizing the moment, his gaze lifted, locking onto yours. A mix of surprise and joy animated his features. “Daisy!” he exclaimed, catching you off guard with the nickname. Instinctively, you checked your necklace, confirming the spell's persistence. Uncertain whether to embrace the relief of its continued efficacy or acknowledge a tinge of disappointment at his apparent lack of recognition, you hesitated.

“Daisy?” you exclaimed, caught off guard. Jungkook, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, responded, “That's your name, right?” He nervously played with his lip piercing, mentioning, “Yoongi and Jimin call you that. It's okay, isn't it?” Concern was evident in his voice.

Still taken aback, you nodded and explained, “It's my nickname; everyone calls me that.” Jungkook, slightly anxious, touched his neck, asking, “Is it okay if I call you that, or do you prefer your actual name?” Observing his fidgety leg movements, you recognized his nervous tic.

“It's not that I'm unaware of your name; it's just that the nickname is endearing,” he began to ramble. “And it makes sense, you know, like you're this flower girl…”

You interjected, realizing he wouldn't stop unless you clarified the uncertainty.

“It's okay, I prefer to be called that. Don't worry.” Wanting to ease his nerves, you added a small smile. Jungkook, visibly relieved, sighed, “That's good. I thought I offended you.”

He tenderly caressed Bam's head, and a smile formed on your lips as you observed the affectionate scene.

Curiosity laced his words, “What are you doing here?” you looked at him, mildly surprised.

Nonchalantly, you replied, “I live here,” as if it were the most evident fact in the world.

His stunned expression prompted you to confirm, “Do you live here?” You nodded, mirroring his disbelief. “Yeah?”

A few seconds of silence hung in the air as you and Jungkook exchanged looks. Breaking the stillness, you decided to inquire, “What are you doing here?”

His surprise mirrored yours, “I live here,” he responded. You couldn't conceal your astonishment, “As?”

Unfazed, Jungkook explained, “I mean, I've been living here since today. I just moved.”

You internally prayed for an available apartment other than the one next to yours in this worn-out complex. However, your hopes dwindled as Jungkook revealed, “I moved to the third floor. Apartment E65?” He attempted to persuade you with a hopeful expression.

‘Oh, for hell’s sake!’ you mentally exclaimed.

Your luck took a peculiar turn as your apartment turned out to be e66.

The name of the apartment wasn't just a coincidence; you couldn't help but grin mentally because, yes, you deliberately chose the apartment with the striking resemblance to 666. It became a private joke between you and Salem, and while you might claim it had nothing to do with the reference, the sly smile on your face everytime you read it hinted at a mischievous decision when you picked that particular unit.

In this moment, recalling the name of your apartment only stirred up fear and annoyance. Whether it was a cosmic prank or sheer fate, having Jungkook weave into every aspect of your life lately has reached its breaking point.

Dealing with him as part of your common group of friends and begrudgingly handling floral arrangements for his wedding were one thing, but having him as your neighbor crossed a line. You stood frozen, still wearing a surprised expression.

Curiosity laced Jungkook's inquiry, “What apartment do you live in?” The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke, and you contemplated whether to cry, throw yourself down the stairs, or express your anger at this twisted fate. Unfortunately, you settled for the last option.

“Apparently, we're neighbors,” you tried to sound casual, but the attempt failed masterfully. Jungkook's head lifted upon hearing you.

“Really?” he asked, and you couldn't ignore the overly happy tone in his voice. Your carefully crafted plan to keep Jungkook at a distance crumbled.

“So it seems,” you blurted out, your tone edged with a touch of sarcasm. The realization hit – your hopes of maintaining distance from Jungkook had gone down the drain, and you couldn't escape the impending proximity.

In that moment, an unsettling thought crept in—was this twist of fate payback for erasing Jungkook's memories of you a decade ago? The cosmic irony hung heavy, and you couldn't escape the feeling that destiny, with a wry sense of humor, was unfolding a new chapter where past actions came full circle.

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #magic au #bts #jungkook fiction #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook and reader

[storiesofleftoverghosts]

I Remember Everything || Leon Kennedy

pairings: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

warnings: hurt/no comfort, breaking up, alcoholism, semi-toxic relationship, Leon hates himself, reader has alcoholic father, no y/n is used.

word count: 2182

requested: nope!

a/n: i'm a yapper so this is gonna be long LMFAO. honestly i didn't have any specific leon in mind when i wrote this so... anyway i recently gave y'all fluff but i think it's time for angst. this is very heavily inspired by "I Remember Everything" by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. even if you don't like country, i'd recommend listening to it while reading this.

Sitting in a dive bar on a Wednesday night had become Leon's sense of normal over the years. It didn’t matter the day actually. If he wasn't on some life threatening mission for the government who didn't care about his well-being, he was at the bar. It was pathetic. He knew that better than anybody. Men his age were married and drinking with their friends. Some had at least two kids by now. He couldn't help but think of how he could have had that with you.

If only he didn't ruin everything he fucking touched. Maybe you both would be happy right now if he hadn't crossed paths with you.

Nursing his whiskey glass, he sipped on the caramel colored liquid. Rot gut whiskey usually helped ease his mind on nights like this. He didn’t enjoy how awful it tasted, but it was his choice of poison. It’s what he deserved, right? The cheap liquor burnt going down, and the aftertaste made him want to gag. Reality had seemed to be the thing he had trouble swallowing the most in the moment.

Memories of you had begun to trickle back into his mind as he continued to drink. Was it too much to ask the universe to cut him some slack for one god damn night? He thought about you enough as it is when he was sober. 

He was specifically thinking about one of the first dates you both had gone on. Driving home in your old pick up truck from the beach with the windows down. Sitting in the passenger seat gave him the best view. The summer breeze danced with your hair as the sun seemed to highlight all of his favorite features on you. Your smile somehow was brighter than the sun as you sang along to some cheesy pop song on the radio. Beautiful wasn’t even a word that could cover how he thought of you in the moment. Emotions he thought he would never feel again overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, warm tears had begun to form in the corner of his eyes.

“Are you crying babe?” You had asked while turning down the radio. Concern was written all over your features. Sometimes you gave him a run for his money with how observant you were. His piercing blue eyes were glossed over before he turned his attention to whatever was passing outside the window. Quickly he cleared his throat as heat creeped up the back of his neck. 

“Yeah. You still got sand in your hair and it blew into my eyes.” Both of you knew it was an excuse, but you didn’t pry any deeper into the subject. You had learned your lesson about trying to make Leon communicate his emotions with you. Besides, he had the mentality that grown men don’t cry. How could he explain that he was crying out of joy and in awe of your beauty? Thinking of explaining that had made him cringe at the time. 

God he used to give you so much shit about that truck. It was on the older side, and he had offered multiple times to get you a new one. But you were too stubborn and would shoot the offer down. That truck was your pride and joy. Now he would give anything to drive around with you in that pick up truck one more time. 

Another memory seemed to taunt him and rub salt into his open wound. Late night talks sitting on your beatdown basement couch together, your head in his lap as he played with your hair. You’d tell him stories about your family, like when your mother had run off from your father and pawned her wedding ring. Something about how she couldn’t take your fathers drinking anymore. His soothing fingers running through your hair would comfort you, and he swore to you that he’d never turn out like that. 

It tore him up to think how he wouldn’t be the man that he always swore to you he would be.

Glass clinking snapped him out of his pity party. Another whiskey glass was in front of him. The bartender gave him a small nod before focusing his attention on another patron. Leon bit the inside of his lip once he realized the man hadn't even had to ask Leon if he wanted another one. He had grown used to Leon's company in that same damn barstool he sat in every time. Knowing that only made Leon sink deeper into his self hatred. His eyes flicked down to the drink before lifting it to his lips, and took another drink. 

The bitter taste of the alcohol paired with a cheesy pop song in the background, the same one you blasted all the time, brought one final bitter memory to him. When he broke up with you, or more like when you broke up with him. Funny enough, it happened right here at the same bar, at the same barstool. He might have been wasted when it happened, but he remembered everything about that night.

You had come into the bar looking for him one night. The bar was almost closed so when he heard the door open, it had caught his attention. The moment his eyes laid eyes on you, he knew he was in deep shit. You were constantly telling him how you refused to step foot in a bar. Going as far to say you’d rather eat glass than be around the smell of alcohol and alcoholics. Normally he’d remind you that not everyone who went to a bar was an alcoholic, but here he was, proving your point. There was practically a trailblaze of fire behind you as you stomped your way toward him. Steam was leaving your ears and he began to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.

“What the hell Leon?!” Glaring at him, you crossed your arms. Anger was practically dripping off your tone. Empty glasses were sitting around him. He couldn’t meet your gaze which only pissed you off more. You hadn’t heard from him in days. Three fucking days to be exact. You knew he hadn’t been sent off to do a mission. He would always give you a kiss goodbye and promise he’d make it back to you. Now you were questioning if his promises meant anything.

“Don’t do this here. Just let me finish this drink, and we can go do this.. somewhere else.” His disinterested voice slurred as he traced the rim of his glass. You felt your blood begin to boil. A teensy tiny part of you felt bad for him. Leon had seen horrific things, not that he would give you the full picture of things. It didn’t take a genius to know that Leon was a broken man. But you didn't care about that. 

For the past couple of months, he had been acting cold towards you. Less and less would he tell you how much he loved you. His fuse was shorter with you, and most of the time you guys were arguing about stupid things. It felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around him. No matter how much you tried to talk to him about the issues in your relationship, he ignored you. Ignorance was bliss was his mindset about things like this. Not to mention, you had noticed he had been drinking more heavily. Stumbling to your place late at night, too drunk to even stand correctly had become something that happened at least three times a week. You couldn’t stand alcohol and he knew it. Not answering you for three days was the final straw for you.

“No, fuck that! We’re gonna do this here,” You slammed your hands down on the bar. For a moment that seemed to have gotten his attention before he returned back to his unbothered facade. Your hands were stinging from how hard you had slammed down.

“You’re drinking everything in sight to ease your mind, but just when the hell are you gonna help ease mine? Do you know how fucking worried I’ve been?!” You yelled at him, clenching your jaw.. Leon rolled his eyes and shook his head. Luckily there was only one person at the bar, the bartender. The bartender took it as a sign to go get more stock.

“Did ya think that maybe you’re the reason I’m drinkin’? All you do is bitch at me all the time. It’s…It’s like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear you talk.” He waved a finger at you. His pupils were dilated, and you could smell the alcohol coming off of him. His drunken words stung, and there was a flash of hurt written on your face. Even when you two were arguing, he never talked to you like this. Guess strange words come out of a grown man’s mouth when his mind’s broken.

“Are you being serious right now?” Your voice broke towards the end of your sentence. He didn’t respond, and only stared at you like you were an idiot. The audacity he had to say that astounded you. Drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts or however the saying went. You were reminded of the way your father would talk to your mom, and a feeling of disgust washed over you. The man you loved was starting to become like the man you hated. Your anger dissipated as tranquility took its place. You knew what you had to do.

“You know what? I’m done.” You had sounded so unbothered as you removed your hands from the bar. Like if you were talking about the state of the weather and not ending your relationship. Leon raised an eyebrow. Did he hear you right? Were you doing what he thought you were doing?

“I love you and I understand you have your issues. But I have enough self respect for myself to realize I deserve better than being treated like garbage.” Hearing your words seemed to sober him up. He quickly got off the barstool, stumbling a little as he did. You watched him with a strange look in your eyes. Looking back at it now, he realized that it was a look of pity.

“Baby. You don’t mean that.” He chuckled before searching your face for any signs that you were joking. Much to his dismay, your lips were pressed in a thin line. He reached out to try and grab your hands but you had pulled them away. Your eyes were devoid of that warmth you usually had whenever he looked into them. That’s when it hit him that he had fucked up for the last time.

“Do me a favor and call yourself a cab. Seems like the bars’ closing soon.” A disappointed sigh managed to escape from you as you turned away. Part of you wanted to personally drive him home but that would only hurt you in the long run. These were the consequences of his actions. That’s what you had to tell yourself as he began to plead you to stay.

“Please don’t do this. Can’t you just stay? Please love, don’t leave me.” He called out to you. He would have begged you to stay till the sun rose, you knew that. You’ve never heard someone sounding so desperate, let alone Leon sounding so desperate. Maybe it was how much alcohol he had consumed. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he was losing you. It made you hesitate for a moment but you continued to walk.

Deep down you knew if you stayed, you wouldn’t be able to leave. It would be a never ending restless cycle of Leon getting drunk and saying hurtful shit, you wanting to leave, him begging you not to, etc. You weren’t going to be like your mother. Desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as you finally stepped out of the bar, disappearing into the night and his life.

“Time to go home. Bar’s closed.” The bartender told him which snapped him out of his thoughts once last time. It didn’t feel like that much time had passed since he was given another drink, but the time on his watch proved him wrong. When it came to you he always lost track of time. Every time he sat down on this barstool he thought about you. Why he had kept coming back here, he didn’t know. Mostly it was a way of punishing himself. For letting you walk away and being too much of a coward to not change for you.

He paid his tab and left a tip for the bartender. Mumbling a good night, he made his way out the door. The cool night air felt nice against his flushed skin, yet it only made him miss you more. Cursing out his brain for the painful reminder, he called a cab before waiting for it to come. 

God he wished he didn’t but he did remember every moment (the good and the bad) on those summer nights with you.

#leon kennedy x reader #re leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #reader insert #leon s kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy angst #angst fic #elliessodashop

[whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk]

Happy WIP Wednesday! ✨

Here's a snippet from the next chapter of Begged & Borrowed Time, and I know that since it's Valentine's Day I should probably post something soft and romantic, but.... all I have is angst and/or Cassian furiously putting Rhys in his place. So yeah. Here's that instead:

Rhys sighed, taking a step closer. Slowly, carefully, he added, “There’s something… up with her, Cass.” “Up with her,” Cassian echoed, in a voice as that was cold and flat, as desolate as a Winter Court snow plain. He could have sworn his brother cringed. “I can sense something,” Rhys continued. “I don’t know what, exactly. She won’t tell me what happened inside the Cauldron, but—" “Rhys,” Cassian warned, “back off, would you?” “It’s her eyes, Cass. There’s something there, some kind of power she won’t speak of—" “Rhys.”  Cassian fixed his brother with the kind of glare reserved usually for soldiers out of line— the kind that made his entire face harden. He didn’t give a single shit about what Nesta may or may not have emerged from that Cauldron with. It wouldn’t be enough to change anything, to stop him loving her with everything he had left.  “Let her work it out in her own time,” he added gruffly, his tone one that threatened retribution if not flat-out violence.  “We might not have time,” Rhys countered dryly.  Cassian snarled. “I said back off.”

#wip wednesday #nessian #begged & borrowed time

[lllivia]

But I wanted to go with you.

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Could be read as gn!reader too

Warnings: making out (?)

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I was making my way to Wednesday's dorm with a black dahlia flower in my hand, going over to apologize for ever ending our relationship and maybe if I got lucky she would agree to go to The Rave'N with me. We'd been very happy dating for about two months when she started to get very distant not even bothering to answer when I talked half of the time, her excuse was always that she was busy writing in her novel. So I couldn't take any more and broke it off with her, her reaction was honestly very unexpected, when I first pulled her over to tell her after fencing one evening her only response was "ok." Before she wandered off not looking too affected by it. But the next morning when you were leaving your room for class you almost stepped in a heart shaped box - that was obviously suggested by Enid filled with different kinds of chocolates with a note on top saying "I'm sorry my love. - W. A. ".

I was walking a little bit fast, being that is was almost curfew already. I was almost there when I overheard Xavier talking happily to Ajax about how Wednesday had asked him to the dance a few hours earlier by his art shed.

I stopped in my tracks, had I heard wrong? Did Wednesday really ask Xavier out of all people to the dance? I never even knew she liked him like that, I thought they were merely acquaintances who had a few classes together, and I could have sworn Wednesday was still interested in me.

I merely looked down at the beautiful flower I was planning on giving her before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it, then turning back and walking to my dorm again, feeling sad and a tiny bit betrayed. I just walked straight to my bed not even bothering to take off my shoes then falling asleep after crying of self pity a bit.

However what you didn't know that Wednesday really just had to ask Xavier to the dance to not be seen as suspicious to why she was in his art shed in the first place. So when you didn't show up after Thing said he saw you on the way there she almost went to look for you, but chose not to because she thought it would make her seem desperate.

The next few days I had been avoiding Wednesday like she was the plague, not wanting her to see how much the news about the ball affected me, always avoiding her glaring eyes from across the classroom and being the first to leave when the bell rang.

The only thing I needed now was to find another date to bring to the dance, well it wouldn't really be that difficult considering there was this girl I always caught blushing and making googly eyes at me.

After having to find out what her name was from Enid I tapped the gorgon girl named Aubrey on the shoulder while she was having lunch with her friends, she turned over to look for who it was and immediately a big smile appeared on her face, it looked like she had been waiting for me to talk to her for ages. "Would you consider going to The Rave'N with me Aubrey?" I said with a fake smile on my face "yes! Yes of course" she answered getting up from her seat and giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek inwardly making me cringe. "okay well see you then!" I called over my shoulder walking away.

Shit I did not think that through.

Looking from the other side of the quad Wednesday was furiously glaring over at you talking to that girl Amanda or whatever her name was, she continued to glare even after you left, stabbing her food repeatedly with her fork really wishing it was your date, even tho she knew she really didn't have the right to be mad because you broke up and she was the one who asked Xavier first.

It was the night of the ball and I was actually a teeny bit excited, it was going to be fun to just dance and hang out with friends without having to worry about school work. I finished putting on my dress before walking over to look at myself in the mirror, smiling at the reflection. I had already texted Aubrey that I would meet her at her dorm so I walked over and knocked on the door, and it swung open the second I did, Aubrey standimg there with a smile in a gorgeous blue dress, but she was still nowhere near as pretty as for a certain short murderess girl. "Sha'll we? " I said putting my hand out for Aubrey to hold "yesss" she squealed grabbing onto my hand. We walked down to the hall, Aubrey talking for the most time while I only responded a few times before reaching our destination. It looked beautiful, most of the people wearing white to match the theme.

Wednesday had just entered the hall in a stunning black dress with Tyler after Thing had unexpectedly invited him after her and Xaviers fight. Her gaze flickering around trying to find you, finally spotting you dancing with your date. Her blood boiled, her want to rip Aubrey's head off was stronger now than ever.

Once I saw Wednesday joining Tyler to dance all I wished for was to go back to my dorm and cry, but that would make me seem weak, so instead I decided to continue dancing with Aubrey, flirting with her quite loudly hoping to get some kind of reaction from Wednesday.

After a while I actually started to enjoy Aubrey's company not thinking she wasn't that bad after all, I twirled her around just as I felt a few drops of liquid run down my forehead, I looked up curiously only to be met with a shower of supposedly blood. Everyone started to panic, bumping into and pushing each other to get out of there, people slipping on the floor and people screaming their heads off. I looked around rolling my eyes as I saw that Aubrey had run off with everyone else.

Wednesday saw this as a perfect opportunity and rushed forward pulling your hand and dragging you all the way to her dorm ignoring all the questions and protests you were throwing her way. She opened the door to her room just to slam you onto the other side of it again feverishly pulling your neck down to kiss you with such desperation you had never experienced before, her teeth biting onto your bottom lip making you moan accidentally. Your hands pulling her hips closer to as she continued traveling her lips down your neck ignoring the paint you were covered in. "You look so devine covered in this red paint cara mia, if only you knew how much I longed for you and missed you this last week, I apologize for getting so caught up in writing and forgetting about your beautiful soul... and if I ever see you with that other useless girl again I won't hesitate to cut her heart out" You only smiled at her rant before taking her hand, pulling her over to her bed where you both undressed and layed down getting comfortable, falling asleep in each other's arms happy that you were finally together again.

💗 Masterlist 💗

Not sure if I like this, might rewrite

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[quinn-pop]

the return of my dedede wedding headcanon

he likes to keep it lighthearted and sweet; most of why people like having him officiate is because of his charisma. he’s great at handling whatever situation and usually good at ad libbing. and he genuinely loves doing it because well. it’s a party and it’s about people caring for each other, what’s not to love?

(tbh he probably tries to hide how much he cries at weddings but he just really likes love lol)

also! dreamland culture is kinda complicated, being made up of so many species from all over and who knows where, so there are a lot of different wedding traditions and no one way to do it

anyway, silly art

i just really felt like drawing something soft

#i wasnt planning on having something for wednesday this week but it just so happens to be today so #happy cringe day wednesday #i dont think dedede would start doing weddings until prolly sometime after tfl #being such a crucial point in his arc and all #and he probably changed some of his responsibilities around then too #all my metadede stuff is late timeline i know i just have a very particular timeline in my head about Kirby character arcs and whatnot #they really are my comfort ship at this point tho huh #kirbyposting #my art or something #meta knight #king dedede #metadede #headcanons #quinn does comics #kind of a low quality and unpolished post but I don’t care I had fun drawing #also a few of these ideas were sitting in my notes for months lol

[lunargeist]

@ghostly-tart

For you twin

Grian had owned the farm for almost a year and a half and winter was just around the corner. He had even put the effort into an actual warm coat as the cold air started to linger after the sun had been up for some time. He had just finished up with the junimos to allow Pam to take up her actual day job as the bus driver. Morality of that women behind the wheel aside, he was actually excited to get his hands on some more exotic plants for the farm when the warmer seasons come back around. He had found an old book in the library and the idea of making sugar from beets rather than buying from Pierre was a skill he planned on cultivating.

He pulled the scarf around his mouth and nose as he exited the chicken coop after giving his chickens their daily pats and making sure that they had yet to make their way through the feed he had put out for them last them the previous night.

Well, HE hadn't put the feed out but he had asked his new farm hand to do it. Perhaps, hiring someone just before the slowest farming season might not be the smartest way of doing things, but Grian wasn't excatly known for his smartest decisions. He did give up his stable job for trying to be a farmer either little to no experience. Granted, it was a soul killing job for Joja INC but stable nonetheless.

Despite his questionable career choices; he doesn't think that hiring Scar is going to be one of those. He had already seemingly taken to caring for the chickens and had spoken to Grian about the idea of installing a well on the south west side of the property so it could be easier to water plants come spring. As much as he wasn't sure he appreciated some guy who he let's live in a cabin on the corner of the farm give his two cents on how the farm should be laid out in the future, Grian certainly appreciated the enthusiasm.

He made sure to lock the door to the coop behind him before Grian started towards the main entrance to his farm. It was almost ten am and Pam should be just making her way down the path from the main part of town. He rubbed his hands together, absentmindedly thinking about if he could perhaps talk to Emily about the prospect of gloves.

Maybe see if Scar would be interested in them too. Something told Grian he wouldn't care though.

"Grian!"

Grian jumped and turned as Scar called from Grian's front porch. As if to prove his previous thought on offering Scar gloves, despite the nearing freezing temperatures, Grian's farm hand was only wearing a light hoddie and his usual work jeans. He came down the stairs and approached the shorter owner of the farm. "Where you off to this early? Pierre isn't open on Wednesdays."

"The bus is up and running again," Grian said and stuck his hands into his warm coat pockets. "Today is the first day it is back in service and I was planning on going and getting some stuff from the store and merchant I heard they have near the stop."

Scar's expression brightened. "I haven't been to Calico Desert in quite sometimes. Would you mind the company? If not, I'd rather like to come along with."

While he hadn't been expecting to even see Scar today, Grian couldn't say he excatly minded the idea of having the company.

"Actually," Grian said after a moment of pause. "I would appreciate it."

Scar gave him a warm smile before falling into step beside Grian as they headed towards the bus stop. "Of course! Like I said, I am happy to go back."

Pam came up behind them. The two men paid for their tickets and the departed. "You said you hadn't gone in a while. Why haven't you gone back if you seem to like it there?"

The duo took seats in the middle of the bus on either side of the aisle. Scar shifted so he was facing Grian as he made a face. "It's sorta dumb."

The owner of the farm raise an eyebrow as he settled back into the bus seat. Grian pulled the scarf off and folded it to shove into his pocket. "How dumb?"

Scar cringed and Grian couldn't help but laugh. "Oh no. That seems ominous. What did you do?"

"So, you know the casino?"

Grian's eyebrows shot up. "Did you get caught cheating?"

His farm hand scoffed. "Of course not. They couldn't prove anything but they sure as heck seemed sure I was cheating."

"Were you?"

"You seen me play cards at the saloon on Fridays. What do you think?"

"I think you owe Shane three hundred dollars from last week. That was hardly fair. Man was already a few beers down." Grian snorted.

"That round of black jack was fair game!" Scar gasped in mock offense, leaning back and placing a hand on his chest. "It wasn't my fault he put it all in."

"Scar didn't even need to cheat at that game," Pam's grave voice called back to the men. "That was just Shane being a nitwit."

Scar gestured towards their driver. "Just as the lady said; I am three hundred dollars richer because of someone's bad choices."

Scar making money off of other people's poor choices... Where does that sound familiar...? Grian just laughed the thought off with his hired farm hand.

"Are you going to leave your coat on the bus? I can't imagine that will be comfortable."

Grian looked down at his red coat. "Is it already going to be hot?it's barely after ten?"

"G, it's a desert."

Grian spluttered slightly. "I know that but it's also almost November. It's cold!"

"It's a desert, G!"

"So is Antarctica!" The farmer defended slightly, but his hands come out of his coat to start undoing the buttons.

"Have you ever been to Calico before?"

"No!"

Scar rolled his eyes. "Grian."

"Shut up, Scar. I write your pay checks."

"Oh no," Scar said drily as Grian folded his coat up on the empty seat beside him. "Whatever will happen when I don't pay rent for living in the hovel and I can just raid your fridge at night while you're asleep."

"Don't make me change my locks," Grian threatened as they pulled into the Calico bus stop. "And that cabin is nice."

"You wouldn't dare change the locks. Also, I don't have a full kitchen."

"I don't either!"

Pam turned around. "Can you two continue this outside of the bus? I planned on taking a nap."

Grian rolled his eyes but got up with Scar following him into the dry wind. He instinctively raised his hand to protect his face agaisnt the sand.

"Have you really not been to Calico?"

"No," Grian clipped as he squinted around the barren bus stop.

Scar snorted beside him before putting a hand on Grian's shoulder and started him towards the street to their back to walk in front of the idle bus. A few small buildings sat off in the distance, the largest being a two story bright pink building with a sign labeled OASIS over the sign.

Griam quickly shook off Scar's hand and started towards the building. He felt Scar keep up behind him. The farmer had no intention on saying it, but he was already grateful for Scar telling him to take his coat off. Even with the heaviest garment removed, he was still reaching quickly uncomfortable temperatures as they took the almost twenty minute walk to the desert store and casino.

By the time Grian pushed the swing door open, he could tell he was just as red in the face as his jumper and could feel the sweat on the back of his neck. It took a lot of effort not to let out a sigh of relief at the crisp AC. He seemed to have failed at completely hiding his relief because Scar right behind him laughed.

A young woman behind the front counter looked up from her magazine. Sandy shifted in her seat as rhe two men entered her store. "Welcome on in guys. Hello to you, Scar."

"Hi, Sandy!" Scar called back to the pink haired woman. "How are you doing!?"

"I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" Her attention turned to Grian as he trudged to the front counter. "Hi, I'm Sandy, welcome to Oasis. Can I help you find something?"

"Beet seeds?" Grian asked, sounding a lot more tired than he felt.

Sandy smiled like she knew why he sounded out of breath. "From the valley? Their summers are even more mild than our winters. If your looking for seeds, they are in isle two, most of the way down. There is also a water cooler back there too."

He nodded and started down where she gestured to. Grian heard as Sandy and Scar seemed to pick up a friendly conversation before he decided not to pay it any mind. He felt a slightly uncomfortable feeling settle in his stomach at Scar's familiar tone he was using with Sandy, but it was easy enough to blaim the veugly nauseous feeling because of the heat. He moved passed the seeds to go to the cooler that he had been directed to.

At the end of the shelves, there is a short hall where a door with a bodyguard dressed in a dark blue suit and sunglasses. Grian stared at him for a moment and, when the gentleman didn't respond to his present, turned back to the water cooler to get something to drink. Once he had himself a paper cup filled, he quickly moved out of sight.

He didn't really like the idea of not knowing if the bodyguard was actually looking at him or not.

Grian browsed the small seed selection as he drank his water, picking out a handful of the seeds he wanted. He got not just the beets he so wanted, but a handful of starfruit to try his hand at in his small house while waiting for summer. Grian took his seeds back up the front counter.

Scar was browsing a small clothes selection in the first of the three aisle. He poked his head over towards Grian as he approached the counter. "Grian, I think you might want to get this."

He pulled down a white shirt that said 'My Went to Calico and Only Bought Me a TeeShirt' with a small little cactus emoji under the text. "It's short sleeve~"

"Thanks but no," Grian snorted before he turned back to Sandy to pay for his seed selection, tossing his paper cup in a small trashcan by his knees.

Scar laughed before disappearing back the shelf. As Grian was wrapping up, his hired hand came and joined him back up at the counter, holding a small potted cactus. Grian glanced at the small terracotta pot. "I'm not buying that for you."

"I wasn't going to ask you to." Scar sulked slightly in a way that very much implied that he was actually was going to ask.

"Sure." Grian chuckled as he took his bag and stepped away to wait by the front door.

Scar bought his cactus as well as some other things before joining Grian at the door. "Are we gonna go to Skull Caverns?"

"Skull Caverns?" Grian asked, sounding a little appaled at the name.

Scar hummed as they left the safe air conditioned store. "Yeah. It's this creepy cave that isn't that far from here but there is this door in the back that has a massive skull carved into it."

"Carved into it?" Grian raised his hand again to protect his eyes. "Is it a metal door?"

"I dunno. It looks old as hell. Might be metal might not. I've never gone back and touched the thing."

"No, we can come back for creepy cave later. Let's go back home."

"Really? We just got here?" Scar sounded disappointed but he continued to follow beside Grian. "Are we gonna come back when you have an appropriate shirt?"

"I'm gonna come back without you, I think."

"Awww, G."

The two headed back to the bus and climbed back onto the bus. Pam sat up in her seat, lowering the grimy book. "Welcome back, boys. Back so soon?"

"It's too hot here." Grian complained. "I can't imagine ever wanting to live in the desert."

"He is being dramatic," Scar called as Grian went to dump himself into his seat. "I heard him talking to Sandy about buying a vacation house here once his farm takes off."

"If I am buying a vacation house anywhere, it's going to be Ginger Island." Grian yelled dramatically.

Both Pam and Scar laughed as the farm hand made his way to take his seat back up. He put his bag beside him as he settled. The bus had started up and began moving before Scar had gasped slightly and sat up before turning towards his bag. "Oh, before I forget, I got you something from Sandy's."

Grian was not suprised when Scar pulled out a white shirt with a cactus on it out of the bottom of his bag and passed it across the aisle to Grian. Despite not being suprised, he still couldn't help the laugh that came bubbling up from his chest. "Thanks. I'm sure I'll treasure this forever."

Scar returned the laughter with a quirked half smile. "I'm just glad you have something that won't give you heat stroke next time we go visit Sandy."

"Yeah sure." Grian folded the shirt losely and put it in his bag with seeds and picked up his scarf he had left on the seat with his jacket. "We."

#scarian #stardew valley #here ya go ghosty #cranked this shit out just for you #im going to bed bow

[cuffmeinblack]

Lost and Found

Garreth Weasley x Ominis Gaunt

Tags: explicit | modern!AU | fluff | angst | loss of virginity | homophobia | heartbreak | happy ending

5.4k words

ao3 link

Summary: A love story told in five scenes.

A/n: Inspired by this art and written for the Weasley Wednesday prompt: AU! It's been a while since I wrote Garrinis and I've missed them a whole lot. It's hard for me to write anything but fluff with these two because Ominis deserves the world and Garreth is perfect to shower him with love and happiness. Still, I managed to make myself sad writing it.

One: You Had Me At Hello

"Garreth…Garreth, you're staring again," Cora's voice came from behind him.

"Wha- oh, shit!" 

Garreth's attention returned to the drink he was making, or rather making a mess of. That was one coffee he'd have to start again, much to the chagrin of both the customer and his supervisor. 

"Garreth," Cora sighed. "You can't spend all day staring at him."

He nodded and muttered an apology,  giving the customer a friendly smile as he picked up a fresh mug, but she was too distracted herself to notice. It had been three times in as many weeks that his eyes had wandered away from his job, and instead of his world-class coffee, he'd produced a syrupy, foamy mess all over his apron. Somewhat a fitting conclusion, considering the source of his disturbance and the absolutely lewd daydreams he'd been having.

Garreth couldn't take his eyes off him—goodness knows the blond was way out of his league and would likely turn up his nose so much as utter a single word to him, but that hadn't dissuaded Garreth from indulging in his fantasies. Ones where the boy's delicate, porcelain skin blushed under his own calloused and freckled fingers. He wondered what his voice sounded like, and that thought almost cost him the second macchiato he'd been making. Thankfully, he'd torn his eyes away just in time to deliver a mediocre drink to his loyal customer. He could practically feel Cora's eyes burning into the back of his skull.

"Take your break and go talk to him," she said, nudging him away from the counter.

"I'm not…I can't just go and talk to him…"

"Consider it a condition of your employment."

Garreth sighed, glancing back at her dark stare and crossed arms and deciding against an argument—she was deadly serious. He untied his apron and strung it over a hook in the staff room before steeling himself to do the impossible. What was wrong with him? He'd never felt this nervous around someone he found attractive before. Something about this mystery boy had his stomach in knots before he'd even come close to uttering a greeting, and when the time came that he stood in front of his table, Garreth was quite speechless.

He was even more radiant up close. The hint of blue eyes were cast down at a book as his delicate fingers traced over the…oh. There were no words on the pages, and only then did Garreth notice the white cane leaning next to the table.

Shit.

Well that certainly complicated things. Garreth was a decent looking bloke but now he had to entirely rely on his wit and charm. He was doomed. He must have stood there gaping for minutes before he summoned the courage to clear his throat.

"Er…hello," he said.

The boy continued reading, and Garreth cringed at his attempt at gaining his attention. Stepping closer to the table, he tried again, aware of Cora's scrutinising gaze on him from across the room.

"Hi! Sorry…," he mumbled.

The blond finally tilted his head towards his voice, revealing the most captivating blue eyes Garreth had ever seen. Devoid of pupils, they struck him as two swirling pools of crystal waters, icy hues with flecks of softest grey. 

"Ah, yes, of course," the boy said, pushing his empty mug to the edge of the table.

Garreth had been too busy bumbling and losing himself in his eyes like some lovesick puppy, he'd somehow given the impression of being a member of staff. Well, technically that were true, but that's not why he'd approached. He should have said something, but apparently this boy rendered him completely and utterly useless.

"Thanks!" Garreth squeaked back, taking the mug and retreating behind the counter with a furious blush and a whole heap of embarrassment.

To say he'd never seen Cora more annoyed at him would have been an overstatement, but the way her pale face pinched into a frown only heightened his unease.

"He uh…thought I was staff," he mumbled.

"Yes, I can see that," she said, staring at the mug still clutched in his hand as if it were a priceless artifact.

"I swear to God, Garreth…if you don't talk to him properly I'll fire you."

"You wouldn't. What about my loyal customers? There'd be uproar!" he replied, only half joking.

"You're not irreplaceable, especially if you can't make a simple drink in his vicinity," she said, snatching the mug away.

Her attention diverted to serve a nervous young lady who'd obviously overheard the entirely unprofessional exchange. With a groan, Garreth steeled himself to again approach the source of his distraction. He didn't have a plan, as with most things, but at least he could put right his first mistake.

"Hello again! Sorry to disturb you, I uh…well, I wanted to say hello. I'm Garreth," he said, sticking out his hand which lingered awkwardly in the air.

Of course it was, he couldn't see it. Idiot.

Garreth lowered his hand and helped himself to a spare seat opposite the boy, who's finger paused on the raised bumps of his book. Heavens above, what was it about him that made Garreth so bloody nervous? Was it the way he held himself so elegantly? Those piercing eyes that couldn't see but appeared to stare right into Garreth's soul? The blond gave off an aura of propriety—he practically oozed old money. Not Garreth's usual type, considering his own scruffiness that never seemed able to be tamed. His wild, curly copper locks were in stark contrast to the boy's slicked back mane with not a strand out of place…except that little piece that fell in front of his eyes when he bent his head…oh. Shit, he'd replied. Say something, Garreth!

"Uhhhhh…"

"I said hello, Garreth," the boy repeated with a soft, amused smile. "I'm Ominis. How can I help?"

Ominis. He had a name, which was far more than Garreth deserved so far with his poor attempt at introduction. Of course he had the voice of an angel; how could he not when everything else about him was so utterly perfect?

"I thought I'd say hello. I've noticed you in here quite a lot."

"You have?" Ominis asked, placing his hands in his lap and giving Garreth his full attention.

"Yeah…you're one of the few customers that doesn't drink coffee," Garreth chuckled.

"Ah, is that the reason? I confess I'm more of a tea drinker, but I enjoy the ambience here," he said.

"Maybe you'd enjoy coffee more if I made it for you," Garreth said, his confidence growing.

"You're certainly welcome to try," Ominis chuckled.

His soft, melodic laugh sent a tingle down Garreth's spine.

"I will, next time you're here I'll make you the best coffee you've ever tasted."

"I look forward to being converted. So, Garreth…do you do anything besides make excellent beverages?"

"Oh, yeah. I study here, this is only a part-time job. I'm guessing you're a student, too?"

"I am. English literature," he said, though he didn't seem elated at the idea. "How about you?"

"Chemistry ...oh, and I'm in a band."

He cringed inwardly, and outwardly, too—that line always sounded so cool when he told it to girls, but somehow when presenting this information to Ominis it sounded...ridiculous. Juvenile. If Ominis thought so, he didn't show it, only smiling good-naturedly.

"What music do you play?"

"Nothing you're likely to enjoy…"

"How could you possibly know what music I enjoy?"

"Well…I suppose I don't. Only that you don't exactly dress like someone who listens to punk rock," Garreth replied lamely.

"Perhaps not, but it makes very little difference to me what I look like."

"Right…of course…"

"I enjoy most music, as long as there's feeling."

Garreth almost opened his big mouth to ask if Ominis would consider letting him play for him, but was saved the embarrassment by Cora's stern voice cutting through the dreamlike haze telling him to get back to work.

"I have to get back to work. Can I…?"

Ominis handed Garreth his phone before he could even finish the sentence, and Garreth grinned as he accepted it, typing in his number whilst wondering if he'd hear from him at all. Perhaps he was simply being polite, but the eagerness Ominis had shown was hard to conceal behind good manners.

"Lovely to meet you Garreth…?" 

"Weasley. Garreth Weasley."

"I'm Ominis Gaunt."

Perhaps the name should have meant something to him, the way Ominis hesitated to say it, but all Garreth could think of for the rest of the day was the beautiful boy with the strange name.

-

Two: The Odd Couple

Ominis hadn't expected Garreth. He'd sprung out of nowhere when he least expected it, and made ripples through his otherwise stagnant life. Not just ripples, but a veritable tidal wave that dislodged Ominis from his melancholy and carried him to safer shores. One might be surprised to learn of Ominis and Garreth's relationship, but only when looking skin-deep. Apparently, their appearance was chalk and cheese, and their demeanours just as contrasting—and so, people called them odd.

Ominis disagreed wholeheartedly. 

How could they be odd if their hands fit together so perfectly? How could they be strange when Garreth never failed to bring a smile to Ominis' face? The muscles in his cheeks felt as if they had atrophied from years of non-use, until Garreth came along and provided him with much needed laughter. Ominis hadn't realised just how much he enjoyed the warmth of another body before Garreth had held him. In the space of three months, he'd learned so much about himself, by simply being around Garreth. 

And yes, he liked coffee now. But only when Garreth made it. One of his new favourite smells was the dark roast currently steaming in the mug he was cradling, the other happened to be the smell of cinammon and a hint of sulphur. Garreth's lab coat always gave off the most pungent odours after his classes, but it was still him.

Garreth was sitting on the floor of his bedroom as he often did, strumming his guitar. Today's composition was something pleasantly slow, a little sad, and terribly romantic. He could already feel the buildup of pressure behind his eyes that signalled an embarrassing show of emotion he tried hard to suppress, and the swell in his chest he so often associated with his boyfriend. He sipped his coffee and listened, allowing himself to feel anything and everything that the song's sweet melody elicited. As the last chord vibrated in the air between them, Ominis shifted on the bed and sighed, offering Garreth a soft smile.

"Beautiful," he said. “I could listen to your voice forever.”

“Hardly, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

The clunk of a guitar discarded against the wall preceded the warm and heavy weight of Garreth pressing between his legs, still kneeling on the floor. Warm hands encircled Ominis’s back as Garreth’s head was nestled into his thighs. Ominis smiled as he stroked those silken curls; another thing he'd not expected to enjoy quite so much. The rhythmic back and forth of his hand and the happy hums from his boyfriend let his mind wander, back to what he’d been mulling over during that rendition. Something terrifying and exciting that he craved more than anything.

Sex.

Three months was a long time to wait by anyone's standards, especially two men still riddled with teenage hormones. Garreth had been more than patient. It wasn't that Ominis didn't want to—very much the opposite. The days spent in each other's company were hard, but all the nights crammed into a single bed together were nothing short of agony. His heart yearned and his body ached for Garreth, yet so far he'd been a coward. Ominis had never been intimate with a soul; never had he allowed anyone else to touch him at his most vulnerable. It was a matter of trust to give oneself over to another completely, and whilst he trusted Garreth implicitly, Ominis had failed to gather the courage to ask for more.

Until tonight.

"Garreth?"

"Mhmmm?" he hummed happily from Ominis' lap.

"I'd like to sleep with you," Ominis said, trying to ignore his hammering heart.

"Of course. Let me just change the sheets…"

"No, I mean…"

"Oh."

No further explanation was required. Ominis felt the bed dip either side of him and Garreth's soft lips on his before he could draw another breath. His firm body pressed against him, warm and inviting under the numerous layers he wore. He'd have to dispose of those, once his hands stopped shaking. Garreth had all the restraint in the world as he peeled off Ominis' jumper, running slow kisses along his jaw, his neck, tongue finding his thumping pulse. Ominis tilted his head, so lost in his lips' caress that he hardly noticed his hands begin to unbutton Garreth's jeans or the rhythmic rocking of their hips.

Months of teasing and simmering tension had led to this moment; little wonder they were both stiff within seconds. The friction between their bodies set his body on fire, every inch restricted by these damned clothes felt like a prison when his skin burned to be pressed bare against Garreth's. His shirt was gently peeled from his shoulders and the fabric replaced by soft lips that tempted and teased. When Garreth nibbled his collarbone, Ominis lost all sense of self as he fell back on the bed and harshly shoved his own trousers down his hips. Gone was his calm, collected exterior; instead he lay bare, gasping and desperate to be touched.

"Garreth…," he sighed as the warm, gentle kisses trailed down his chest.

His muffled reply came as a hand wrapped around Ominis' cock and the most improper whimper left his lips. His world may have ended the moment he was enveloped by a warm, wet mouth. Garreth pulled salacious moans from him over and over again as his tongue flicked and swirled and whipped Ominis into a frenzy. His hands were in his hair, the sheets, grabbing anything he could as his hips bucked wildly into that amazing mouth, hitting the tight ring of muscle on more than one occasion. Garreth didn't seem to mind as he simply growled his approval whenever Ominis' cock slid down his throat. He needed to stop before he exploded right then and there, but how could he when it felt so good, so right, so utterly perfect?

"Stop, ah-! Stop, or I'll come," he managed to groan.

Garreth stirred in his lap, muffled moans vibrating against his length until his deliciously soft mouth left his cock with a pop. Ominis groaned, regretting his decision already, until Garreth's hoarse whisper filled his ears.

"Do you want to…take me, or…?"

Oh, yes. But more than anything, Ominis wanted to be on the receiving end of Garreth's touches. Underneath him, pressed into the mattress as his mouth and hands explored every inch they could reach whilst his cock buried deep inside him. He'd experimented, certainly, but his albeitly long fingers would be no substitute for what he knew Garreth sported in his trousers.

"I want you inside me."

His boyfriend growled with uncontained lust and Ominis' heart found its way into his mouth, suddenly apprehensive, nervous that Garreth might lose himself too soon. He needn't have worried—his caress was featherlight despite the heaviness of his breath and throbbing of his cock against Ominis' thigh. 

"I'm going to get some lube now, okay?" Garreth said.

Ominis nodded, listening to the rummaging in the nightstand drawer. Those strong, calloused hands spread his legs, exposing him completely, yet he felt safe. Garreth was so gentle, whispering in his ear and exchanging sloppy kisses as his fingers teased and prepared him. Ominis arched his back and wriggled his hips for more, please. Garreth sensed his impatience and gave him a long, searing kiss as his fingers retreated, and replaced them with something far larger.

"Let me know if you want me to stop," Garreth whispered.

"I will. But I won't."

"Are you ready?" 

"Yes…yes, please," Ominis gasped, surprising himself with just how pleading his tone was.

Garreth groaned into his mouth, his fingers in Ominis' hair as he pushed inside him. Fuck, it stung, but heavens above he felt incredible. He'd so far been trying to keep his audible pleasure as muted as possible, but the moan that left his lips vibrated off the walls and filled the room and surely far beyond. The last of his composure broke down as Garreth buried himself to the hilt, his hand cupping Ominis’ face as their foreheads pressed together. This was intimacy as he’d never known it; their noses brushed and soft sighs mingled in the air between them as Garreth let Ominis adjust to his size and relax around him.

“How does that feel?” Garreth murmured against his lips.

“Incredible. You’re incredible.”

Not ‘you feel incredible’, just ‘you are incredible’. Perhaps that was the closest he’d gotten to admitting his true feelings, which were both terrifying and all-consuming. 

Three months, twelve days. 

That’s how long it had taken Ominis to admit to himself that he was in love with Garreth Weasley.

-

Three: The Fall

Ominis couldn't help but smile whenever his phone read the words 'incoming call from- Garreth Weasley'. Perhaps he was a fool for falling so hard, so fast. He ought to rein in his feelings, lest he end up with a broken heart, yet Garreth was so easy to love. When Ominis was with him, he could forget the rest of the world; all of his worries, every crushing pressure that threatened to break his already fragile heart. 

Ominis was no fool—he knew how others must view him. They saw his clothes, heard his name, and immediately thought they'd sussed him out as another spoiled trust fund kid with far too much money and very little else to offer. Some days, Ominis believed them. What would he be without his family, after all? A poor blind boy with a brilliant mind, but born into a cruel world rife with discrimination. Garreth only saw the Ominis he wished that he himself could perceive. 

Ominis answered the phone the way he always did.

"Hello, sunshine."

The nickname seemed so befitting for Garreth that he found it hard to be embarrassed about it.

"Omi! Can you meet me after work? I have a surprise for you," his slightly fuzzy voice came through the speaker, no less beautiful amongst the static.

"Of course—five?"

"Yep, I'll see you then!"

"Was that all?" Ominis asked.

"I have to get back to work. Cora's on my arse to finish my break..."

"You know you could have just texted me?"

"Then I wouldn't have been able to hear your voice."

Ominis' cheeks burned as he exhaled a contained chuckle through his nose. 

"I'm glad you did. See you later."

I love you.

Instead of saying that, he hung up. Perhaps the first time shouldn't be over the phone—it should be somewhere and sometime more befitting the gravity of the words. When Ominis was curled up in Garreth's arms after spending the night together, maybe. He'd had plenty of those, yet the words hadn't materialised. No matter, there was still plenty of time. 

He had a couple of lectures to attend before meeting Garreth, but still time to pop by the library for a few much-needed books. He'd picked a challenging subject considering many of the books he'd study weren't available in braille. Some were available as audio books, and some had been miraculously made available to him by the good graces of the University—or rather, his father's heavy influence and deep pockets.

His phone vibrated in his coat as he walked the steps up to the library, and the robotic voice announced something far less desirable than a call from Garreth.

Speak of the devil…

'Incoming call from- Father.'

His gut twisted as it always did when he was forced to talk to his family. It would be unwise for him to simply ignore the call, as much as he wished to. With a great sigh, he sat down on a low brick wall and readied himself before answering the annoying buzzing with a terse greeting.

"Father. How can I help?"

"Ominis. How are you?"

As if he cared.

"I'm fine. How are you?"

As if he cared.

"Very well. I'm calling in regards to a rumour I've heard regarding your conduct."

"My conduct," Ominis stated bluntly.

"Yes, your conduct. How you conduct yourself about the University. Your company has raised some concerns."

"My my, father, if you have something to say then please be out with it," Ominis said, not sure we're his sudden confidence was coming from.

Perhaps it had bubbled up from the pit of rage in his stomach.

"You've been seen with some scruffy boy. In his dormitory, around the campus. Not only have you been indiscreet, your choice of partner leaves much to be desired."

"To whom?"

"To me, Ominis."

"And what, pray tell, is the purpose of your call?"

"You know very well. I'll not have you galavanting about with some boy like some poof."

"Ah, therein lies the problem. I am a poof."

"Despite your disappointment, you're still my son…but I will not tolerate such disrespect. I got you where you are now, boy, and I can reverse your good fortunes just as quickly. Goodbye, Ominis."

The line went dead before Ominis could spit back a retort; perhaps for the best given how furious he was—he must have been attracting quite a bit of attention. His hands were shaking such that his cane rattled on the stone pavement. Anger quickly became secondary to his fear—his father was many things, but he was not a man who issued idle threats. It didn't surprise him that he'd been keeping an eye on him whilst at University—likely under the guise of concern for his poor, blind son. Ominis knew the real reason, and his father had just made it abundantly clear with that phone call.

He must have sat on that brick wall for hours. He missed his first lecture, and decided to skip the second, retreating to his dormitory with a numb backside and an even more numb emotional state. He barely managed to get out of bed to meet Garreth after his shift. Of course he knew something was wrong with Ominis, his concern showing in the way he touched him more gently, the way his voice was softer and an octave higher. Ominis tried to put the conversation out of his mind, but how could he ignore something so life-altering? For a few hours, he put on a poor façade of contentment, whilst his mind slipped deeper into melancholy. He kissed Garreth that night as if the world was ending, and he was quite sure that it was.

-

Four: Gone

Six months. Six months it had been since his heart was ripped out of his chest and soul torn asunder. Garreth was by nature a happy person, full of optimism, but what Ominis Gaunt's departure left behind was a husk of his former self. His friends tried their best to help, but as soon as he was alone, Garreth let the darkness take him. He'd wallow for hours, days at a time, not quite knowing if he'd feel a desire to leave his bed again.

Ominis had left without a word. His phone number went straight to voicemail. His dormitory lay empty. Garreth had asked around and been told he had deferred a year, and that he would be back in September. Garreth wasn't sure if the thought comforted him or made it worse—he still wasn't sure as the month rolled around.

Things were a little better now, thanks to Cora. His job had been a godsend, truth be told, even if he couldn't help the surreptitious glances to the table that Ominis had once frequented. All Summer break, he'd thrown himself into his part-time job, his music, his art. All the little things that made him happy, despite the gaping chasm left in his chest. True, it sometimes felt hollow when he wrote a new song when Ominis wasn't there to hear it, and the drawings he made were often of him despite his best attempts at anyone, anything else. He was trying, though, and each day got a little easier…until the start of term approached.

"Don't go looking for him, Garreth," Cora said, face set into a hard stare.

"I won't," he promised.

He wouldn't go looking, but he might happen upon him whilst walking to and from lectures. Garreth wasn't sure what he wanted—perhaps just to know that Ominis was alright. He should hate him, but so far he'd not managed to muster the feeling. The first week came and went and Garreth didn't see Ominis. He didn't see him whilst crossing the courtyard outside the English building twice a day, nor in the coffee shop when he worked. He didn't find him lingering in the library or outside on the lawn in the shade of the oak tree he loved so much. If Ominis had returned, he was a ghost.

It wasn't until a week later that Garreth finally found him. He'd not even been looking, but the cane was hard to miss when it smacked into his leg.

"Ominis," he gasped, unbelieving.

The pressure built behind his eyes and his throat constricted; his heart hammered and breath grew shallow; there was no angry outburst nor demanding of an explanation, only relief and overwhelming hurt.

"G-Garreth?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me. Sorry, I'm in your way."

"You're not. Well, you are, but I'm glad you are."

A silence grew that Garreth didn't know how to fill, only able to stare at the boy he still loved and commit every edge, every mark, every pore to memory in case he didn't see him again.

"I'm so sorry," Ominis whispered.

Ah, there were the tears that followed the words he'd wanted to hear for the past six months. Garreth was weeping in the middle of campus, and he didn't care as Ominis' arms wrapped around him, hesitant and unsure. He wanted to ask him to hold him tighter, but this moment was fragile, and Garreth couldn't run the risk of breaking the spell.

"Tell me why you left, then you never have to see me again," he managed to say through the tears.

"I told you everything in my letter, it was the truth, but…things have changed, admittedly."

"What letter?"

"What do you mean? The letter I left for you before I…"

Ominis looked panicked as Garreth looked at him through bleary eyes, rapidly blinking away the tears as he tried not to follow suit.

"I didn't get a letter. Tell me you're joking."

"Why would I joke? I left you a letter explaining why I'd left. It was cowardly of me, I should have told you…you never got it? You never knew?"

"No, I never knew."

"Garreth…"

Ominis held him tighter, then, and Garreth squeezed him back. Garreth was sure his heart would soon burst from his chest or he'd simply throw up on the ground, but he managed to ask Ominis to sit with him. They sat on the grass where they'd shared their first kiss and Ominis told him everything that the letter contained. He'd pinned it to his door, but it had been taken before Garreth had a chance to read it.

"I believed my father when he said I'd amount to nothing without him. He's told me as much since the day I'd learned to talk. So I took a gap year, hoping that…you'd forget about me."

"So we can't be together because of your homophobic arsehole of a father?" Garreth asked furiously.

Ominis winced and shook his head with a sad smile.

"No, he's no longer a problem. I regretted my decision almost immediately but I admit I was too ashamed to return. I've spent the past few months working and saving enough money to cut ties with my family."

Ominis took a shaky breath before continuing, his piercing blue eyes fixed into the distance and pricked with tears of his own.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I want you to know that it was you who gave me the strength to finally say no to my father. You…you made me feel more than just a shadow of him."

Garreth sat in stunned silence for minutes just watching the passersby. His brain ached with the deluge of new information. Everything was raw, shocking, unbelievable. 

"Why didn't you find me and tell me?"

"Why would you want anything to do with me after I left?" Ominis asked.

"Because I love you. I love you and if I'd told you that maybe you wouldn't have left in the first place."

There it was; Garreth's heart laid bare. The truth he'd been too scared to tell Ominis before he left and spent half a year trying to deny. 

"I love you too, Garreth. I always will."

He wasn't sure if that changed things, not yet—there was too much to mull over, too much to consider. Garreth stayed silent, simply placing his hand on Ominis' in the long grass.

"Garreth?" Ominis whispered into the breeze.

"Mmm?"

"I'll spend the rest of my life trying to regain your trust, if you'll let me."

-

Five: Forever

Forgiveness and love were said to be fickle things. Ominis hadn't thought he'd deserved the former. The latter was implicitly given; Garreth owned his heart, and had done so since the day they had met. The turbulent and beautiful and incredible years ran through his mind as he stood outside the room that would change the course of his life forever. Perhaps it would have been easier for Garreth to walk down the aisle, but Ominis was loath to rob him of his first look—it was the least he could offer. They had planned every detail for themselves, unshackled from the demands of his family and bolstered by the love and support of Garreth’s.

Ominis chose to hold the arm of a dear friend as he walked, the comforting warmth that stayed the shake in his hand a much better prospect than his cane. Sebastian had been an excellent best man so far, even if his stag ‘do left a lot to be desired. All was forgiven as Ominis wrapped his fingers around his forearm and took a deep breath that didn't fill the depths of his lungs. 

“You’ve got this,” Sebastian muttered as the doors opened.

Why had they chosen such heart-wrenching music for this part? He was already fighting back tears and he’d barely stepped in the room. All Ominis could do was focus on his breathing and the tight grip he had around Sebastian's forearm. The walk was an eternity, made all the more agonising by the sobbing from Mrs Weasley, yet he finally made it to the end and was promptly scooped up into Garreth's arms. They'd not even exchanged vows and their lips were pressed together, holding each other as if the other might choose to bolt at the last second.

After that, it was all a blur. Words were said, tears were shed, and not one minute went by that Ominis' cheeks didn't hurt from smiling. He'd completely forgotten the vows he'd prepared, yet the right sentiments came spilling forth anyway. He'd told Garreth exactly what he meant to him; nothing short of his entire world. It was no secret what had transpired in their University years, yet it would only be mentioned briefly amongst the outpouring of love. The 'blip', as they called it, had shaped their relationship, their entire lives, but inevitably led them here. Ominis wouldn't change a thing, and neither would Garreth.

"You may now kiss," the registrar said to the eruption of cheers and claps.

Oh, thank God. Ominis clasped Garreth's cheeks so tightly he might have torn his head clean off his shoulders. Their first kiss as a wedded couple was quite the display, but Ominis couldn't quite bring himself to be embarrassed. It was hard to keep their mouths together amongst the grins spreading rapidly across their faces, and a clash of teeth later they pulled apart laughing and clasping hands.

Three years, eleven months. 

That's how long it had taken Ominis to make Garreth Weasley his forever.

#weasley wednesday #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #garrinis #ominis gaunt x garreth weasley #garreth weasley x ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #garreth weasley fanfiction

[ellieswifie]

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HORNY HORRORS

kinktober dates , ellie masterlist

hello everyone!! this is my first ever kinktober! now i love reading smut however when it comes to me writing i cringe so hard at it so please let’s all be nice. all of my kinktober writings will be ellie x fem!reader and if i don’t post on the following day, i will make it up in the future. anywho i really hope you all enjoy this and happy spooky season!! i will try to post every wednesday and friday at 10pm!

week one! oct. 4 - mirror sex oct. 6 - daddy// mommy

week two! oct. 11 - face sitting// oral oct. 13 - makeup sex// angry sex

week three! oct. 18 - smoking// high oct. 20 - dry humping

week four! oct. 25 - handcuffs oct. 27 - shower sex

week five! oct 31 - love bites

#ellieswifie #gracie writes #fem!reader #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #smut #kinktober #gracie writes kinktober #ellie williams fluff

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Oddly Enough- Part 4

Xavier x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of severed organs and body parts… idk what else

Summary: Y/n asks Xavier to the Rave’N and being so annoyed with her sisters antics she asks Tyler for her. Xavier calls off going to the dance with her, not knowing she disagrees with Wednesday about him being the monster.

I DO NOT OWN WEDNESDAY THIS IS JUST A MINOR TWIST ON THE. MAIN STORY LINE

Sorry this has taken me so long, December is a wild month for me. Holidays, then my birthday, then New Years! I hope everyone has remained safe! I hope you all have an amazing 2023! Also if anyone has any requests for Wednesday, I’m more than open to doing them!

Dr. Kinbott tells us that we should get out more and open our minds up to new experiences. Who are we to argue with her professional cliches? We needed to examine the monsters other victims, so we sent Thing into the morgue to cover the cameras and open the door. Wednesday and I slipped in.

"While Y/n and I do the autopsy, you find the files of the other monster victims and make copies," Wednesday ordered Thing.

He wasn't too happy with that, "Don't pout. Your scalpel skills are questionable."

He came over to defend himself while Wednesday unrolled the autopsy supplies, but I continued, "Do you remember when Uncle Fester gave us that cadaver on our 13th birthday? You sliced right through that man's carotid."

He gave up and went to find the files. Wednesday and I went to find the latest victim and started opening the freezer doors which contained the bodies.

"No," Wednesday inhaled, "Magnificent hematoma."

"Here!" I said finally finding our victim.

"Thursday, 7:23 PM. The body is that of a 50 year old male. Lacerations and defensive wounds appear on both hands. What remains of the chest and torso indicates a frenzied attack. Subject has been almost entirely disemboweled," I said into a recorder, Wednesday silently pointed to the mans foot, which was missing, so I added it to the information I've already collected, "It appears to have been chewed off at the ankle."

Thing frantically ran in, Wednesday asked, "Have you seen a left foot anywhere?"

He said no and began signing that someone was coming.

"Who?" I asked.

Officer Galpin and the Doctor who has been performing the autopsies. We needed to hide and there was only one place to hide, inside the freezers.

"Comfy," I mumbled.

Muffled voices came down the hall and the doors opened shortly after.

"Whatever or whoever is responsible for these killings, I've never seen injuries like this," The doctor said, "I thought you should see this before i issued my report on the latest victim. The killer cut off two toes from the victims left foot. Best guess they use a surgical saw. Final autopsy report still pending."

"The minute you're done, send it straight to my desk. Media blackout on the toes," Galpin said.

"Sure thing, sheriff," Doc said, "Been a busy last couple of weeks, eh? At least I'm going out in style, Friday is my last day."

"Happy retirement, Doc," Galpin said.

"See yourself out, I'll lock up,"

Just then I heard footsteps go over to where wednesday was and pull her out, "Full rigor, guessing you've been dead a while, hope you don't mind waiting another day for me to cut you open." And then he left.

The door opened and I sighed disappointed, "Five more minutes."

"Yeah, we were just getting comfortable," Wednesday shouted from where she was.

When we finally decided it was time to leave, more so Thing was constantly hounding us, we went back to our dorm and the next morning made a collage of information so that we could analyze it.

"When I suggested you two decorate your side of the room, I didn't have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mind," Enid cringed as she saw our board.

"Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection," I said looking over my shoulder.

"Is this why you snuck out last night?"

"We may have paid a visit to the county morgue," Wednesday shrugged.

"Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement, I don't even know where to begin," her blue eyes scrunched almost shut.

"We need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. We've already made a big discovery," I smirked at Enid, "All of the victims have had body parts surgically removed. The first one a kidney, the second finger, third gallbladder, and the man from the meeting house two toes."

As I spoke Wednesday handed Enid the papers, showing her the severed body parts. Enid tried to communicate, turning pale.

"Do you understand what this means? Those murders aren't mindless, he's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's impressive, actually," We turned around after hearing a thud, Enid's body lay unconscious. I sighed at looked at the other two occupying the room. Thing raised his thumb in what I'd best describe as a shrug.

"Thing, fetch the smelling salts... Again."

After we go to Enid awake and conscious we headed off to class. Today wasn't a day I felt like sitting next to Xavier, as we were the last two to arrive, yet again, I sat behind him. Wednesday huffed and sat next to him. Earning a confused look from Xavier. Ms Thornhill went on about "sexual carnivorous plants", I ignored what she was saying. Intensely watching Xavier, I saw him wince. Furrowing my brows and making subtle eye contact with my sister, she was suspicious.

"I hurt my back fencing," Xavier shrugged.

I heard Bianca speak up, making everyone laugh after making a jab at males not receiving any after the Rave'N dance.

"Okay, I know you're all excited about this weekend, but I still need volunteers for the decorating committee," Ms Thornhill said and hands spiked up.

"What, you two aren't going?" Xavier asked turning around, looking between me and Wednesday, "Aren't you excited about disco balls and spiked punch. There's even a DJ."

"I'd rather poke needles in my eyes," Wednesday side eyed him, still watching him like a hawk.

"I don't dance. Besides, sounds like every peppy girls dream, do I look peppy to you?" I deadpanned.

"Or... you two could invite someone and have a little fun," Xavier said bending down to put his sketchbook in his bag.

My eyes widened seeing a big scratch on his neck. I looked over at Wednesday who shook her head not to say anything. I felt an urge to lean forward and heal it, but I also felt a pit in my stomach, could she be right? Is Xavier a monster? Or worse, a killer?

Later Wednesday suggested we follow him, which is exactly what we did, into the woods where he went into an old shed type building.

"What is that place?" I whispered from behind a tree.

"Maybe that's where he has the victims body parts," Wednesday whispered back.

After a while Xavier came out of the building and began to walk back down the path.

"Wednesday, I'm still not convinced its him," I snapped.

"We need to do this. Xavier didn't get those scratches from fencing," Wednesday snapped back, Thing resting on her shoulder.

"Well on the flipside his art does come to life, we've both seen it," I sighed as she started walking towards the shed.

I exhaled sharply through my nose, looked around and ran in after her.

"An art shed, how suspicious," Sarcastically stating, I pulled the string, illuminating all the art he had around his shed.

My jaw about hit the floor, "No."

"I suppose every artist needs a muse," Wednesday said raising a brow at me, snatching a couple drawings from the paint covered stool, "Xavier, you just became that much more interesting."

I pulled the string and followed Wednesday out, but not before sprain one last glance at the art. This sure doesn't look good for Xavier, not myself either because I'm vouching for him. Idiot.

We started walking down the path, "Y/n! Wednesday!"

I snapped my head and Xavier came into view, he walked from behind the building.

"What're you guys doing here?"

"We saw you come out this way. What is this place?" I asked.

"It's kind of my private art studio. I cleared it out, fixed it up, so Weems let me use it," Xavier explained uncomfortably.

"How very entrepreneurial. I would love to see inside. Give us a tour?" Wednesday pushed.

"Not right now it's a total mess. Maybe another time. Why are you looking for me?" He asked narrowing this eyes at us.

"Y/n wanted to ask for your help on Miss Thornhills homework assignment," Wednesday said grabbing my arm and pushing me towards Xavier.

"How subtle,"I grumbled.

"She didn't give us homework. Remember? Is this about a certain dance that makes you want to poke needles in your eyes?" He teased, a large smile spreading over his face, "I'm all ears."

Wednesday nudged me and gave me a look. The look said this was an opportunity to cover for us being here, as much as I didn't want to do this, at least not for this reason. But this is our chance to get up close and personal with a potential serial killer.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

"Absolutely," his smile, as adorable as it was, made me want to punch him.

"Would you... consider..." My voice caught in my throat,  I knew he would say yes, but like I said... I didn't want to do it under these circumstances, " Would you possibly consider going to the Rave'N dance with a certain- Will you go to the Rave'N's dance with me?"

"Yes, Y/n, I would love to go to the dance with you," He smiled, "I thought you'd never ask."

I felt like I was going to vomit, I gave him a small smile and turned to walk away. His face echoing in my head, there's something were missing, I know there is. Once we were back in our dorm Wednesday began to ramble.

"This is perfect, now you can get up close and personal with him, find out so much more because you're going to the dance with him, and because he likes you!"

"Wait... Y/n is going to the dance?!" Enid squealed, "With who?"

"Xavier," I crossed my arms, still feeling sour.

"OMG! You need a dress!"

"I have a dress," I squinted.

"Yuck! No! Absolutely not! You're going to have a real dress, we're going to make everyone's heads turn!"  She squealed, yet again, and drug us to Jericho.

We were in front of a pink flowered covered clothing shop, "The committee suggested we should wear all white, but that's just not gonna fly with us."

"We have more pressing business," Wednesday walked up next to me.

"I don't even want to attend the dance," I glared at the shop.

"But I thought we were bonding?" Enid sadly gave us her big blue eyes.

"We will only slow you down," Wednesday said.

"You're a gazelle, I'm a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and run with the pack," I said tilting my head to her friends, including Ajax, going into the store.

With that she ran into the shop and we went on our way. Thing tapped on my shoulder, pointing, as we passed Uriahs Heap.

"We're going to see Galpin, we don't-," I was caught off guard with the most beautiful black dress in the window.

We heard a chime of a door opening and turned our heads to see Dr Kinbott, "Hi Y/n! Hi Wednesday! That dress would really turn some heads!"

"Are you collecting more exotic trinkets for your office?" I asked.

"I collect them from my travels. That's how I step outside of my comfort zone. Speaking of which, are you two going to the Rave'Ns dance this weekend?" She pressed.

"We're not required to talk about it in the wild, are we?" Wednesday asked.

"Well I look forward to hearing about it at our next session," she smiled.

We both turned and walked away.

"Well only one of us is going," I mumbled.

We eventually made it to the police station to talk to officer Galpin. She pulled Xavier's drawing she stole earlier out of her pocket and placed it on the officers desk.

"We both know that there's a monster out there, so I suggest we put our differences aside and work together," I spoke.

"And this is your stake for me to deal you both in," he sighed examining the drawing and a photo, "I'm sorry but this is not enough evidence for me, but you got some nice detail though."

"We didn't draw it," Wednesday said taking the picture back.

"Well I need to know who did," Officer Galpin said aggressively.

"Unless we're exchanging intel we're not at Liberty to say," I said.

"Why would I share information about an ongoing murder investigation with a couple of high school kids?"

"Because we go to Nevermore and you don't, don't you want some eyes and ears behind those ivy covered walls?" I asked.

"Listen, Velma, why don't you and your Scooby gang stick to your homework and leave this to the professionals?" He stopped as the phone rang.

We both turned to leave.

"Hey Addams," we turned around, "lemme see that sketch again. The person who drew this, is that your suspect?"

Wednesday nodded. I looked down at the floor. I rarely disagree with my sister, but today is one of those days.

"Get me some concrete evidence. Then we will talk," he said and we left.

We were walking towards the Weathervane from the Police Department and I was quite frustrated, "Wednesday, you're tunneling."

"You saw all of that evidence, Y/n. Don't let your feelings cloud your judgment, you're better than that," She snapped.

Rounding a corner, I opened my mouth to argue back, but a familiar voice interrupted me.

"Woah, you two don't look happy. What trouble are you two in now?" Tyler said smiling between the two of us.

"Your father's in particularly frustrating form today. Avoid!" Wednesday said tight lining her lips.

"You're not exactly guillotines and cemeteries either," I mumbled crossing my arms as Tyler looked between the two of us.

"You guys have the Rave’N coming up this weekend right?"

"We must be the only two not obsessed with this stupid dance," Wednesday rolled her eyes.

"So you two aren't going?"

"Actually, Y/n was forced to ask someone as an act of self preservation," Wednesday raised a brow.

"Sure, that happens... I guess," He said confused, "So who is it?"

"Xavier," I said as if it doesn't matter.

He nodded in understanding, a sad look crossed his face, looking at Wednesday almost hopeful,  "And you?"

I smirked and budged in, "Actually, I really didn't want to go without my sister, she's just being a little shy today, but she was planning on asking you."

Tylers face lit up, "Really?"

I could practically see the steam coming out of every hole in her head. Karmas a bitch… and today, my name is karma.

"Yeah," She looked at him, I knew she'd never hurt him, purposefully that is.

I smirked, "Great. We will see you this weekend. Come on Wednes, we have a club meeting to get to."

I walked away, almost a skip in my step. To the Hive we go!

"Enid wouldn't let us keep these in our dorm," I said pinning up our evidence.

"That's okay," He smiled, "I'm assuming this is the monster roaming the woods?"

"You’ve heard of it?" I asked.

"Mr Fizz said it was a bear but i knew that wasn't true, doesn't match their hibernation schedules," he explained, "Speaking of monsters with sharp claws, can you give this to your roomie? Put in a good word for me, I heard she still needs a date to the Rave'N."

He handed me a jar of honey, I raised a brow at him.

"Eugene!" Wednesday reprimanded.

"I know the chances of her asking are just next to zero, but I don't care. I'll keep putting myself out there until Enid finally... sees me," He explains.  

I felt bad, Eugene was such a sweetheart, Wednesday agreed, but she'd never admit it.

"And if she doesn't?" Wednesday asked.

"She will, I'm playing the long game. My mom says people will appreciate me when I'm older. I know they're probably just trying to make me feel better, but-"

"Listen people like the three of us are different. We are original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don't need these inane rights of passage to validate who we are,” I interrupted.

“So you two aren’t going to the Rave’N either?” He excitedly smiled.

Guilt rested in the pit of my stomach as Wednesday answered him, “Actually, we are.”

“It was an unfortunate set of circumstances. These sketches are the closest thing we have to a lead to try and stop this thing,” I explained hoping to make him feel better.

“That circle…” He examined one of the photos, “I think I know where that is.”

“Show us!” I demanded.

Eugene brought us into the woods, about a mile away from Nevermore. A circular cave came into view, looking like something out of a horror movie.

“Well this isn’t so subtle,” I mumbled, “How did you find this place? It’s definitely a match.”

“I was collecting specimen. This place is ground zero for horny gypsy moths,” He smiled proud of his knowledge, and probably for helping us find this place.

“Lets go check it out,” Walking forward to the entrance, the other two following me.

“I don’t do well in enclosed spaces, I’m claustrophobic,” Eugene explained, “Do you think its in there?”

“No, but if you hear us screaming bloody murder, there’s a good chance were just enjoying ourselves,” I walked into the cave, Wednesday following.

Eugene followed hesitantly.

“This is definitely its lair,” Wednesday said shining her flashlight.

There was a bad odor permeating the entire cave, nothing too bad to make us leave, just nothing pleasant, no surprise though.

“Are those human?” Eugene panicked.

I examined a skull, “No, more so a taste for venison.”

I grabbed my own flashlight and when I turned it on a pair of chained cuffs were connected to the wall, surrounded by scratches, “Interesting.”

They both came over to see what had caught my attention, while they looked at the cuffs my attention drew to a broken claw stuck in the wall, “Uno out.”

Wednesday says Yahtzee and I say Uno Out… it was a couple of code words from when we were kids.

“What is that?” Eugene asked.

“Proof,” I said putting it into a ziplock.

Now I could prove Xaviers innocents.

Wednesday suggested we went back to Xavier’s shed and find something with his DNA on it to compare. As much as I didn’t want to, it was the only way to prove that he wasn’t the monster. Sending Eugene back to Nevermore we made our way to the shed.

I opened the door and pulled out another ziplock, “We wont be long Thing, we just have to find something to match the claws DNA.”

We went in and I immediately saw the art work again, although he was so incredibly talented, I knew something was off. How could he be so obsessed with the monster? How does he even know what it looks like?

“Found something,” Wednesday said pulling a blood covered cloth out of the garbage, “Now lets get out of here.”

“So I can prove its not him,” I stated bitterly.

“Y/n, just because you have some repulsive infatuation for the boy, doesn’t mean he’s automatically innocent,” She grumbled.

The door squeaked behind us, both of our attentions were snapped to Xavier. Shit.

“The hell are you doing?” Xavier snapped walking up to us.

“How do you know what the monster looks like?” Wednesday immediately began her interrogation, “Or are these all self portraits?”

I glared at her, it not being missed by Xavier. Although, I couldn’t be too upset, I wanted to know just as much.

He scoffed, “You think its me? I saved both of your lives.”

“So did the monster. Or was it you the night Rowan was killed?” Wednesday continued.

“You two are so out of line right now?”

“We’re just trying to uncover the truth. Your art seems to have a reoccurring motif,” Wednesday glanced at the nearest painting.

He thickly swallowed, “Yeah. This thing has been haunting my dreams for the past couple of weeks. I try to block it out, but I can’t, so I just come here and paint it. When I was panting this one the claws came out of the canvas and took a swipe at me. That’s how I got these scratches.”

“I thought you could control your ability?” I asked concerned.

“Not when it comes to this thing.”

“Maybe its just your guilty conscience,” Wednesday continuously pushed.

“Wednes,” I hissed.

“I told you I’m not the monster okay?” He defended.

“So you just happen to draw pictures of it, down to the location of its lair in the woods?” She pulled the drawing out of my bag, “Pretty vivid dreams.”

He came to a realization, “You two were in here. Before, when I caught you outside. That’s the only reason you asked me to the Rave’N, isn’t it? To try and cover.”

I looked at the ground, my voice caught in my throat. I slightly shook my head, he was wrong, so wrong.

“It’s nothing personal,” Wednesday said adjusting her bag.

“No, it never is with the two of you, is it? I mean, do you care about anyone or anything at all? Either of you?” He raised his voice, he looked so broken.

“Xavier-“

I tried to finally find my voice, but he wasn’t having it, “Get out!”

He pointed to the door. Wednesday went first, quickly might I add. Xavier and I made eye contact. His green eyes looked like something in him had cracked, they say your eyes are the gateway to your soul. I began walking towards the door, but then I stopped. I wasn’t about to walk away like this, saying nothing. Letting Wednesday have the only words in this conversation, I don’t care if he wants to go with me or not, but at this point he needed to hear what I had to say.

I turned around and walked over to him and pushed him back until he sat on the stool, “Y/n, just go. What’re you doing?”

“A favor,” I mumbled touching the side of his neck where the scratches lay.

They healed in seconds, “I didn’t need your help.”

“Well you got it. Look…”

“No, Y/n… I don’t want to hear it. Why should I? You used my feelings for you to feed into this little game you and your sister are playing. You two are accusing me of being a killer,” He snapped standing from his stool, towering over me.

I wasn’t intimidated because I knew he wasn’t the monster.

“Well… if you are, you could hurt me,” I raised a brow, “But wait… you aren’t the monster.”

He furrowed his brows. I rested my hand on the side of his cheek… only twenty seconds of insane courage is all it could take. I stood on the tips of my toes an kissed his cheek. He seemed to be frozen in place. His chest heaving as if he was taking deep breaths.

“Wednesday and I never argue, but this… we seem to butt heads with. I don’t believe it’s you, I’m trying to prove it to her… even through you don’t believe I care about anyone… I do care about you,” I said walking towards the door and just before I left I added, “Have fun at the dance.”

With that I left. Broken. If its meant to be, it’ll be, but I guess people like Wednesday and I are tornados of trouble, heartbreak and distraught… people like us are meant to be alone. Oddly enough, Xavier had feelings for me… had, being the key word.

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Hey guys, Happy Valentine's Day. Or Wednesday as it is also known. I know this can be a loaded day for people in a lot of ways and I'd love to tell you that's just the crushing weight of societal expectations and you should just ignore all that because the meaning things have is what you make of it but here's the thing, I have never been able to achieve that bit of self actualization myself so I am not going to put any of that on you. It's a day, I've had less than pleasant ones as well, sorry if you have that as well. But tomorrow is a new day so you can survive this one. Hell, don't even survive it with dignity if you don't want, go ahead and rail against it if it makes you feel better (it wouldn't make me feel better because I'd cringe to think about it later but you do you). Anyway, that's all the lead up to me posting Brie Larson and you might wonder what she has to do with Valentine's Day. Well… I felt like posting her today so she'll be forever associated with the day I assume in the minds of millions from now on. She's in New York for Fashion Week stuff and I think she looked good and so here she is. I think she's single at the moment and while I'd love to encourage any of the lonely hearts out there to shoot their shot I am actually going to tell you not to do that. Don't slide into strangers DMs, it's a little weird. Or do, I'm not the boss of you but Brie Larson probably doesn't want creepy messages. Today I want to fuck Brie Larson.

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