#i feel like ale is the type of person who gives warm hugs

[pardis-dhyai]

Hello! I just found this blog and read through all your content, I love it so far :) May I request for Zhongli, Diluc, Kazuha, Wanderer, and Alhaitham reacting to reader making self-deprecating jokes a lot or implying that they could do better?

i'm so glad you like the blog anon <3 extremely happy that all of you have been so wonderful so far! gives me more motivation to write. i've got you! i'm assuming you're asking for this in the context of being chubby, so that's what i'll go with!

with an insecure chubby partner

characters featured: zhongli, diluc ragvindr, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche/wanderer, al-haitham

pronouns used: none--second person perspective.

warnings: mentions of fatphobia and general themes of insecurity/self loathing based on body type, usage of pet names (my treasure, my dearest, dove) (zhongli, diluc, kazuha), physical touch as comfort (all)

notes: written with a chubby reader in mind. will not work if you aren't chubby.

zhongli will hear nothing of it when you express to him that you feel he could do so much better than you, whether you frame it as a joke or not. "nonsense, my treasure. I would love you no matter what form you took, and I am quite partial to this one as it stands. I have changed my own appearance many, many times over the years--and not a single one could measure up to your beauty." he gently takes you in his arms, his embrace warm and all-encompassing as any doubts left lingering melt away. zhongli is not a man who withholds any praise whatsoever, and this conversation will just encourage him to make it even more frequent. what kind of a partner would he be if his most cherished one didn't know just how adored they are?

diluc ragnvindr is stunned into silence for a good while. if anything, he is the one who feels unworthy of you, so you'll have to forgive him for just blinking owlishly at you for a few moments as he processes and thinks of how he wants to respond. "I...that's nonsense, my dearest. has someone been rude to you to bring this on? if so, please don't hesitate to let me know and I will take care of it. or perhaps I have not been vocal enough about how appealing you are. or--" you have to cut him off with a hug before he gets too upset on your behalf. he laughs sheepishly as you gently run a hand through his hair to soothe him. he's supposed to be consoling you, not the other way around! diluc being diluc, you both end up curled up on the couch to have an earnest and sincere talk about your feelings. he knows he isn't the best at expressing himself, and you make him want to change that.

kaedehara kazuha fixes you with a gentle but firm gaze and a raised eyebrow. "whatever would make you think that, dove? is this your way of letting me know I haven't been affectionate enough lately?" he's concerned, but he knows exactly what's going on--he can read you too well. he just wants you to explicitly speak your mind in your own words and tell him yourself what's eating you. and when you do, insecurities bubbling out of you like a fountain, he listens. after you finish, he nods thoughtfully, gently taking your hand and rubbing circles with his thumb. "you have far too harsh a view of yourself. not only are you attractive in body, but in soul as well. I believe I have chosen my partner well, and you cannot decide who or what is what I really need, as harsh as that may sound. accept that I chose you and continue to choose you, and that any perceived inadequacies are just that--perceived. not truth." leave it to kazuha to be gentle and wise, putting the rest of your fears to bed.

wanderer can't stop himself from outright scoffing. "are you stupid? who are you to decide who is or isn't good for me?" when your distress doesn't ebb, he sighs, grabbing you by the shoulders and looking you directly in the eyes as he seems to fluster just a bit. "look at me. I'm only gonna say this once, so you had better pay attention. I love you. I think you're the most attractive person ever. anyone who thinks otherwise is an absolute coward judging others on their body type. it's shallow to only love someone based on appearances, and it's just stupid to tell someone that's attractive that they're not. there. happy now?" he's so flustered by the end of his little speech, his gaze dropping to the floor as his hands still stay on your shoulders. he says he'll only say this once, but...you're too important to him. he's going to do this again.

al-haitham actually closes the book he's reading, his gaze softening in a way that's almost imperceptible if you don't know him well. "well, to begin, thank you for trusting me and telling me. as much as I respect your honesty about your feelings, factually you're incorrect. even if I didn't find you physically attractive, a human being is made up of much more than just their appearance. judging a person solely on one thing is reductionist and a frankly ineffective way of measuring worth. I didn't know you took me for a shallow man." he's teasing you with the last sentence, his tone shifting to his sarcastic lilt, and as you smirk in response you can find no fault in his logic. he has always been the one to tout that "uniqueness is an asset" and to disregard the opinions of others in terms of his life, so you can take comfort in knowing he backs up his words with his actions and personal philosophies. he's got his own way of doing things, but you will never want for reassurance if you should want or need it. he knows you're strong, but as any biologist will tell you, humans are social creatures. he's happy to provide you, the one that has more than earned it, with his support.

#zhongli #kaedehara kazuha #al-haitham #love that al-haitham's is a mile long because he talks so much #genshin impact x chubby reader #genshin x reader #genshin x chubby reader #genshin impact x reader #al haitham x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #genshin impact wanderer #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #house of daena #x reader

[azlrse]

EXTREMELY WHOLESOME HEADCANONS FOR YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS YOU WRITE-

➳ the fan language—twst wonderland version (various twst wonderland x GN!human!reader)

cw: none, just some fluff and some of them are in a established relationship

a/n: weww, heartbreak is such a wild ride to experience :'))

You are the type of student who would always carry a handfan. Not because you think that the weather is kinda hot for you but you just want some of your non-verbal gestures to be seen especially when you have a crush on somebody. Someone whom you considered as a friend, an ally or if you want, your future boyfriend.

There is a saying that in the old times, when a lady fans herself fast while looking in the eyes of a man, it shows that you liked him and had feelings for that person. Being the person that doesn't like your feelings to be quite oblivious to him, you kept on doing this to confess your feelings to him.

So who's the lucky man you showed this affectionate gesture??

Idia Shroud 💀

Poor baby, was confused and was weirded out by you a bit as soon as you do this gesture.

Man's secretly a simp for you and looking you straight to the eyes while you fan yourself in a fast way makes him quite nervous at first.

Would search online about this kind of gesture you've been projecting to him and imagine the look of his face when your gesture shows that the feeling was mutual.

To show his appreciation, he nervously asked you out (which took him so many "business" days due to his crippling anxiety) and you replied with placing the closed fan on your right cheek.

Once again, man's confused about this gesture (he thought that you are asking for a kiss) until Ortho pointed out that you accepted his invitation for a date.

Idia was very happy on the inside and is a bit nervous as he starts his first relationship with you, he mighhtt start studying fan language so that he can understand you.

Would buy some very beautiful handfans just for his sweetheart.

1000000/10 would date this man, I love him so much.

Floyd Leech 👞

Unlike Idia, Floyd was familiar with this kind of gesture even if he originally is a merman.

Man's knows the concept of courting rituals and has seen his people exchange goods and trinkets that they found at the bottom of the sea.

But being part merfolk, he doesn't understand this kind of action you've given him. He tried asking some of his peers (Azul and his twin) but to no avail.

Poor baby was so confused and couldn't stop thinking about you and this random gesture you've shown him since last week.

Until one of his dorm mates (bless his heart) that the gesture you've projected shows that you have feelings for this confused fella.

This man doesn't hesitate to break into your dorm room and gives his adorable shrimpy the biggest hug, knowing that you'd return his feelings.

He also performs the courting ritual to you by giving you random objects he found (from a shoe to the most beautiful pearl you've seen) and he loves on how confused you've also become but knew that this was some kind of courting ritual he and his family does.

Kalim Al-Asim 💛

The only one who knows about the gesture you've shown towards him.

Even though you've dated the heir of the Al-Asim family, this cutie pie still is head over heels for you and as soon as he saw you fanning yourself in an aggressive pace, he knew that you also loved him as much as he loves you.

You did this during the first stage of your relationship with him and he absolutely adores it whenever you did again with him even though you're taken by him.

He tends of kiss your cheek and holds you hands with his warm ones.

"Why are you still doing it? You know that you don't have to do it all over again, for I am already yours, my jewel."

Just like Idia, he tends to buy the most expensive and most decorative hand fans you've ever seen.

Knows the fan language because of his female relatives but tends to learn some new ones to prevent some misunderstandings.

He will be the kind of guy who tends to cover the two of you with your fan whenever he gives you a smoocharoo on the lips <333

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland fic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst idia shroud x reader #twst kalim #kalim x reader #twst floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #idia shroud x reader #twst fluff #twst headcanons #twst fic #twst idia #twst imagines #idia x reader #kalim al asim #floyd leech fluff

[love-toxin]

burn me down to ashes vol II - billy hargrove & steve harrington

volume I

plot: the party drags on, and the stage has been set. what you thought might be a break in your chronic high school unpopularity has become another sequel to your nightmare. but what you don't know is that it is always darkest just before the dawn, and you have more than one sun to look forward to.

cws: bullied!reader, reader has low self-esteem/intrusive thoughts, threesome, violence, teasing, oral, billy has a daddy kink, steve has a breeding kink, dirty talk, pet names, rivalry (billy <--> steve) protected sex, mutual pining, sex at a house party, harringrove if you squint, fem reader.

word count: 9k

spice level: 3.8/5

"This is, uh…it's my friend's bedroom, actually. It's whatever. I kinda know him, at least." He finally sighs with relief, meandering back towards you and messing up his perfect curls with a hand running through them. 

"I'm…s-sorry I yelled at you…" Feels meek, your words. Your arms are wrapped tight around themselves, hugging yourself in a bid to warm up. But it probably comes off as so pathetic–like a rat soaked in the rain. 

"No, no! Don't be sorry. It's okay, sweetheart." Steve hurries closer to you, hands out and waving off your worries before they graze your elbows with reassuring warmth. "Let's just worry about getting you warm, okay? You can't keep those wet clothes on. Er, I-I mean-"

"You want me to take them off?" You shouldn't have spoken so obtusely, because now Steve's getting red in the face and shaking his head. You made him nervous, but it doesn't feel bad….it's just temporary, though. Steve's a kind person, so he'd get anxious about seeing any girl without her clothes. You're sure. You're sure, right? 

"You don't have to. I just…I'll turn around, okay? I'll give you my jacket." He mumbles as he starts taking it off. Now is the only time you have to say it. He'll hate you for it, but you have little choice. You've never wanted Steve to see you as the freak that everyone else does, but what else do you have to lose? Your dignity is gone, dropped somewhere in the damp grass of the backyard. 

Your fingers hover over the hem of your soaked skirt, and you start peeling your dress up your legs, and while you can tell his first instinct is to avert his eyes he doesn't turn around. If you wanted him to, you would say it out loud. He knows you would. And that's why he lets his gaze wander back to your bare legs as you work on pulling the dress up your stomach and over your head. It drops to the floor beside you in a damp, jumbled heap, and you're left in nothing but a baby blue bra and a pair of pink panties, the hem decorated with lace that's looking a little frayed, they're your favourite pair. His breath hitches, stutters, he takes one step forward, then another, and now he's standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body on your cold skin. So close you're almost touching. 

"Do you…still wanna cover up?" He offers his jacket, eyes struggling to focus on your own and not everywhere else, but you shake your head decisively. He doesn't seem all that intent on asking, but he does so even still. 

"I want you to see me, Steve. I want.."

"What?" He's looking at you with such intense eyes, tosses his jacket aside. Never breaking his gaze even though you both want to, just too anxious to look towards what you really want to see. 

"...I want you to look at me. Just this once. Please?" It's so pathetic, whiny, ridiculous. You sound like a loser, and you must look like one too, throwing yourself at someone who you don't even deserve to talk to. 

"You.."

You're not my type. I wouldn't even fuck a freak like you. What are you, desperate? 

"...Fuck." 

It comes out strong, like he was trying to keep the word back with his teeth but couldn't manage it. But then he's grabbing you hard, his hands yanking on your waist to pull you against his hips and keep you there, and your mind short-circuits because you can't quite believe it's happening–you can barely even breathe, scared that this is all a dream that will disappear with the slightest provocation. 

"You're beautiful." He murmurs, head shaking a bit like he can't even believe it. 

"Really?" It's only a whisper, an echo of him, weakly resonating in your drying throat. You say it like you're about to cry, and you might. 

"Really," He whispers back, smiling, he's smiling, and it's the most beautiful thing in the world. If you could, you would bottle up his smile so you could keep it close to you forever. "Really cute. Really…really sexy. You know what you're doing to me right now?" 

His voice lowers and his grip on you loosens, he's realizing how close you really are and he's letting you step back if you want. But you don't want to, you want to feel more, and you do it by gently rubbing your hips against his to feel that stiffness on your thigh that you weren't sure was really there the first time. 

"...You're hard, Steve." He groans out loud, his head dipping into your neck for him to pant against your skin. If you weren't being held up by his grip, you'd be on the floor from that reaction alone. 

"So blunt, huh…you're right. I almost want your clothes back on so I can watch you strip again." He laughs softly. "That was really hot." 

When he lifts his head again, those big, brown eyes you've fallen for time and time again lock their gaze on your lips, and his tongue peeks out to lick his own. The gentlest "I wanna kiss you" meets your ears, and you don't even know what slips out of you then, you only know that it leads to him moving in and then his lips are firmly pressed to yours. He's softer than you imagined, but still insistent. Wanting. Needy. 

"I wanna go all the way with you, Steve." You can't take that back once you say it, whined through a broken kiss, but he grows hungrier when you do and it buckles your knees just enough for you to move against him even more. A long, drawn out groan and a "fuck" escapes him before he manages to say any other coherent thought. "Me too, I…I want you."

Steve's so hard against you you can barely think. Mouthing at your neck, tongue flicking out to lick at the sensitive skin that has you gripping him and whining his name like a puppy. He moves you back towards the bed and lowers you down on it, waiting for the last moment before he collapses on top of you and hovers over you on his hands.

What demon have you appeased to have this dream come true? He breaks the kiss only to sit up and tug on his shirt to pull it off over his head, and tosses it aside without even thinking about where it lands. He doesn't care. His eyes are pinned to you, particularly your chest heaving as you pant for air. Steve's grabbing handfuls of you everywhere as he dips back down to lock lips again, his knee parting your legs to rub against you through your panties. They're already so wet, and not from the water, and by the moan Steve rumbles against your throat as he digs into his pocket, he knows.

"Shit…shit, I don't have a condom on me. One sec," A needy moan slips out of you as he reaches over you to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open and rummaging around to see if he can find one by some miracle. His grunts of frustration don't help your arousal taper off, if anything it makes you hornier to see him so desperate to find a condom while your hands cling to his belt.

"Need some protection, Harrington?"

You hear the voice before you see him, and both you and Steve sit up and turn your heads to look at the source. You hadn't even noticed that it had been left open, but someone throws a leg through the window and ducks inside, a little red square of crinkly plastic produced from his pocket and held up between his fingers when his feet hit the floor. His hair is shaken from his face, and that's when you realize that it's not just any peeping tom–it's Billy. Steve is awestruck but certainly not in a good way, his mouth hanging open in shock as he tries to come up with the words he needs, or any words for that matter.

"Dude, what the-!"

"Well, I've just got the one," He keeps talking like Steve isn't even there, but he's got an arm around you to hold you close and shield you from Billy's wandering eyes. And the guilt just starts piling on your chest for what you haven't told Steve. You knew your luck wouldn't last.

"So, either one of us is rawdogging it, or somebody gets to watch." Billy's eyes slide towards you and he grins, the cigarette still dangling from his mouth despite how deep those lewd words just came out of his mouth.

"Jesus, dude! Slow down-"

"That's your problem, Harrington." Billy flicks the smoldering butt of his cigar out the window. Doesn't even turn to look at him as he puffs out a cloud of smoke into the room. "Always too slow. Making this pretty girl wait five years to even look at her."

If it weren't for the tension running high in the room right now, you would be melting over how annoyed Steve looks and how cocky Billy is. "Yeah, well you've barely been here at all. You don't even know what you're talking about."

"Am I right, or am I wrong, princess?" You don't have the courage to say a word, but both of them can tell. Billy just chuckles with a husky tone to his voice. Steve looks back at you, and you hate how his innocent expression twists your stomach with shame. "Too sweet for her own good. Can't even think a bad word about you, Harrington–she's completely whipped."

"So why don't you give us some privacy, then?" Steve speaks through gritted teeth as he turns his head back over his shoulder, clearly intent on staking his claim. You wish you weren't so wet right now, because you can't tell whether he can feel the spot soaking into his jeans.

"Nah, I don't think I will. Besides, you said it yourself. No protection." Billy tosses the condom at Steve, the package tumbling across the wrinkled sheets and slowing to a stop by his hand. "So if you want it, least you can do is let me have a bite."

"That okay with you, princess?" You turn your head to Steve, whose expression is hard to read. Has he ever thought about you in this way–a girl so slutty that she would have a threesome with two people who barely know her? Would he like it, or would he think you're gross? You must wear those swirling thoughts clearly on your features, because he reaches up to rub his thumb against your temple and waits patiently for your answer.

"I really…really wanna do it with you, Steve." This has to be the hundredth leap of faith you've taken tonight, more than you've ever done over the span of your meaningless little life.

"Oh..okay. Okay. I do too. I really do." But it pays off, thank god it pays off, Steve's calm smile soothing you along with a kiss between your brows. Finally, you turn to look at Billy with a nod.

"I need to hear it, honey. Please, fuck me." He approaches the side of the bed with slow steps, shedding his leather jacket and tossing it over the foot of it. He's finally close enough for Steve to lean back and for you to sit up straight, eyes all big and glossy as you look up at him. No idea how fuckable you look to him right now.

"P...Please, Billy…fuck me." He takes your face in his hand, his smile unlike the one he throws mindlessly at housewives and party girls–it has an air of neediness, and it isn't until he's that close that you notice the splatter of something red on his white shirt. Looks like it might be blood.

"Atta girl. Dirty mouth, just how I like you." He drags you forward, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands against the bed, and pushes your face into his jeans. Right where a stiff, solid bulge is waiting for you, musky and heady and thick through the fabric. You can feel Steve scrabble to sit up and his hands hover against your skin, waiting to steady you in case you try to pull away. But you take it, because Billy did you a lot of favours–and with the chance to thank a guy like him for doing that for you, how could you pass it up? You certainly have mixed feelings about acting like such a slut in front of Steve, but a few words are quietly exchanged while you're getting used to nuzzling your nose against Billy's crotch, and when you're pulled away the two of them are just finished shaking hands.

"Wh..What are you doing?" Fear pricks your heart like a needle, but Billy shakes his head and rubs his fingers down your scalp, your hair parting around him and cushioning his grip.

"Nothing, baby. Nothing you have to worry your pretty little head about–speaking of which," He tugs you a little more gently away from his crotch, and takes a longer look at you below him, knees tucked under those pretty hips and so much bare skin exposed for him to run his eyes over. "Look at this cute set. You pick this out yourself, princess?" You can't quite work up the words to say what you wanna say, but an "Mhm" and a shy nod seems to do the trick.

"I like a natural girl like you. All natural." He tugs on the strap of your bra, implying heavily what he wants you to do with it. Or without it. You obediently reach up behind you to twist your fingers around the hooks, but your hands are engulfed by warmer, bigger ones that move past them to do the work for you. Once Steve's unhooked it, your shoulders shiver as he leans in to press a kiss between your shoulder blades and lets you pull your bra the rest of the way off.

Billy's wolf whistles are soft enough not to be heard from outside the room, the muffled music helping that fact. But it's so loud in your ears, and the flick of his tongue over his lips as he stares openly will be burned into your memory for a long, long time. He takes your chin into his hand, and leans in so close you can taste the acrid scent of smoke on his breath.

"Can I be your daddy for the night, princess?" He puffs out, voice like the soft murmur of a summer breeze in the night. The delivery of it softens the blow of the content–but only to you.

"Daddy?" Steve gapes in disbelief. Definitely wasn't expecting that, but then again, you're sure he wasn't expecting any of this.

"Yes, Stevie?" He rolls his eyes, but Billy has a huge smirk on his face.

"I'm not calling you that."

"Don't have to. I like it when I have to break them." He seems like he's just joking…maybe. Billy doesn't really seem like the type to throw around jokes a lot, but who knows?

You, on the other hand, have nothing but sincerity to offer him. Wouldn't do you any good to lie at the moment, even if you're nervous about accepting such a proposition so openly–it would be a pretty hefty lie if you said you'd never thought about it, though. "I-I…yeah, you can…yes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You nod, a lot more confident in that one word answer than trying to explain yourself all in one go. "Daddy." That definitely seems to get his motor running, a growl rising in his throat that resembles a purr somewhat, like a lion looking down on his prey with a mouthful of direly sharp teeth. But when he does tear his gaze away from you, it meets Steve behind you, and you can tell they're sharing a look that means something more than their eyes are revealing to you.

"Hey, you don't have to do this." Steve rubs your arm from behind, where he's sat on the bed so close that his body heat feels like it's part of your own. "I wanna touch you, but not if you're not ready."

"You don't. We can even kick Harrington out and cuddle instead. Get you all warm again." Billy joins in, letting his palm slide up your face to hold your cheek with a reassuring tap of his thumb to accentuate it.

"No…no, I want it. Please." Your delicate fingers wrap loosely around Billy's wrist, looking up at him and then back at Steve like you want to kiss him. "I want both of you to fuck me…like you hate me." You breathe, catching it right at the end in case you may have gone just slightly over the edge.

But the moment is quiet, soaking in the assurance that this is indeed going to happen. It's broken when Billy grabs your hand and presses it against the tight spot of his pants, where his cock digs into your palm like it aches just to feel your grip.

"Dirty fuckin' mouth. Need something to wash it out, don't you?" He growls. You've never felt more confident in nodding at a question before, usually it's because you're too nervous to say your answer out loud. But Billy doesn't need you to say it, he just has to look into your eyes and see the ferocity burning inside them to get the message. His hands reach for his belt, and he chuckles darkly when he sees your gaze drop and return to his with an impassioned flicker.

"You just gonna sit and watch, huh Harrington?" When you turn to glance at Steve over your shoulder, Billy commands your attention back by tugging on your hands to unbuckle him instead. But you can hear the clicking of Steve's belt and the unzipping and the rustling of his jeans as he kicks them off, and it's a warm shiver that races up and down your spine as you help Billy pull his own down his hips. "Ever sucked someone off, princess?"

You shake your head, and Billy groans as he pushes down on the band of his black boxers, tight with the weight of his cock inside them. "Then take it slow. Don't stress, just enjoy yourself."

When they finally come down, you're absolutely left in awe of what's bobbing in front of your face. What was once a tent in his tight jeans is what looks like a monster to someone as inexperienced as you; not just the length, or the fact that his tip is so flushed and smeared with some clear fluid, or that at first glance it looks like it's too thick to fit inside you either way. But it's also the fact that his pubic hair is immaculately trimmed, and he's clean despite sweating in the hot air of the house and the crowd of heated bodies, and his sack is heavy and full like he hasn't let loose in awhile. A little shiver of anticipation runs through you, and without his coaxing, you let your tongue flick out and lap at the dribbling precum that's dripping from his slit.

"Shit," He reacts instantly, both hands grabbing at your hair. Did you do something wrong? Did you mess it up already? Is that flushed face out of pleasure, or pain? "More of that, princess. Waaay more of that."

With Billy's reassurance, you glance up at him before leaning in again, tongue flat and stuck out to drag it over his tip again, and are rewarded with a murmured "Gentle girl, arentcha?" off his flushed mouth. He seems satisfied with that, and in the meantime while he's sighing out his pleasure, Steve's ripping open the condom's packaging and rolling it on to his stiff cock–not that you can see it, which is kind of disappointing, but you can imagine it by the sound and you're certain it looks breathtaking when he's doing it. He's hovering over you from behind soon after, palms dragging down your back as he sits up on his knees and hooks his fingers into your panties, the thin cloth bunching up as he slides them down your hips and you finally feel that soft, cool air on your bare pussy. It's strange, cause you've never noticed before, but the draft seems to coax a lighter feeling out of you that just makes you wetter–just like you don't notice Steve pocketing your panties when he finally gets them off your legs, nothing in the way for him to tap his rubber-covered tip against you to make you jolt.

"Wanna feel you on my tongue, baby…I'll do it next time, kay? When I have all the time in the world." It doesn't dawn on you at first what he means, but when you realize, a whine bubbles up in your lungs and you stifle it by pushing down further on Billy's cock. The tip just barely pops in your mouth, so swollen and hot it feels like it fills you completely, but his grunt as you do so is satisfying enough for you not to push further than you're ready.

That sensation of your cunt being spread by Steve's length ramps up that nervousness though, your slick walls making for a cacophony of wet, squelching sounds as he enters you, so loud in your ears you can barely hear anything else. Billy's hands in your hair guide you to sink further down on his cock as he does so, and you swear they're gonna meet in the middle as both of them bully their girth past all resistance so they can seat themselves as deep inside you as they're able.

Steve's chest is heaving, hands pushing down on your hips and belly caving as he gasps for air. Precious, shaky, breathy moans of "oh, fuck," and "so good", "shit…shit…" escape from him one at a time, his hips still and unmoving like he has to come down before he can think about actually fucking you. He's so overwhelmed it's uncanny, how is he so unwound because of…you?

"Don't cream your pants too soon, Harrington." Billy leans in close to Steve's face, more smug than anyone should be allowed to act, and yet he doesn't loosen his grip on your head.

"Like I said, I just have the one. You gotta keep it all in," Steve turns his head in a bid to escape Billy's lewd words, but his gaze drops to the point where his body is joined with yours, and he has to tilt his head up to the ceiling and squeeze his eyes shut to try and keep himself together. To block out the squeezing sensations of your pussy welcoming him in–with no help from Billy, of course. "Don't cum yet, just cause she's got such a sweet little cunt–she's tight, isn't she? I bet she is. Not gonna disappoint her so soon, are you?"

"Stop fucking talking," He finally snaps back, sucking in a deep gasp that even you can feel as he shudders inside you. The thin latex is no match for the heat of Steve's cock, and those thick veins that you can feel pulsing the most when he's still.

"Woof. The dog isn't all bark, I see." He snickers, and your throat tightens around him as he tries pulling out so he can thrust slowly back inside. Thank god he's careful enough that your gagging is kept to a minimum–but you can't stop drooling, though it definitely doesn't seem to diminish the satisfied expression on his face. Not a bit.

"C'mon, Harrington. Let loose a little–bet you she's freakier than she looks. The shy ones always are." Steve brushes him off, shooting a glare at him over your head like he could just strangle him at any moment. Billy proves his point by flicking his hips to shove a little deeper, and you choke and gasp around the intrusion…but you don't try to pull off or even tap on his thigh to get him to back off, and you've got no idea how happy it makes him.

"You're so beautiful, baby," He ignores Billy's taunting, and Steve's belly aligns with your lower back as he starts to move, one hand settling on your hip and one keeping him upright by leaning on the bed, just next to yours. "So sweet for me. You're even better than I dreamed."

Hearing him say it is so much more intense than fantasizing about it, his moans making you tremble with pure bliss. "Don't wanna stop fucking you," Blurting that out while parting your plushy insides around his thick cock pushes any unwelcome thought from your mind, fucks it right out like that's what he's intending to do. "Wanna make love to you forever. Wanna be inside you forever."

That part he's proving right now, because he's barely pulling out as he thrusts–it's like he's chasing that heat inside you, like he's just warming himself with his head cocked back and rosy lips parted. Steve sits back on his knees to straighten back up, but he trails a path of kisses down your spine in his wake while his hands come to rest around your waist, the dip of your curves working as a proper handle for him to pull you back on his lap.

"Such a cute pussy–sucking me in so good." Panting, heated breaths, Steve drags you back to meet his hips so far that you slide down and pop off of Billy's cock, your hand darting up to replace it with some tight jerks around his shaft, lubricated by your own spit.

"Don't pull out, Steve, please," You plead, voice a little rough but still so unbearably sweet in his ears. Billy doesn't seem to mind the interruption, rolling his hips in time with your frantic tugs that just add to the sounds you should be trying to keep down.

"No, no, no, no–I won't, I won't, swear to god, not gonna stop," He babbles, pace picking up to something deeper, harsher, more punctual that feels like more than just a quick, easy fuck. And it isn't, you know as soon as he blurts out his next dirty thought. "Gonna fuck my fucking kids into you, precious. Gonna make you mine."

It shocks you to hear Billy crack out a cackle at that, his hands moving back over the back of your skull to push your face up against his stiff cock, rubbing it between your eyes and against your cheek before he finally settles it between your lips to slide it back home.

"Think you're gonna wife her up, Harrington?" He pants, tone laced with smug doubt.

"I will," He growls back, grinding his hips up against your ass in another hard thrust.

"We'll see. How many kids you gonna give her?"

"Six," He groans, the answer flowing out as easily as if he had prepared for it. Billy's comment is perplexing, not that you really have any headspace to ponder it when you're getting reamed by two of the thickest dicks in Hawkins. In both senses of the word. And then, you feel Billy's attention turn downwards to you.

"Think you can push out six of Harrington's little brats, princess?" A noise rises in your throat that vaguely sounds like a moan, and Billy actually throws his head back and laughs. "Holy shit! You're a keeper, eh?"

He buries his hands deeper in your hair, groaning as your throat makes way for him to move deeper, deeper, until the sounds alone of you swallowing him down have him trembling. He tilts your head up just so slightly, so he can look into those blown out eyes and you can feel how his baby-blue ones pierce you. "There you are. Daddy's pretty princess."

Steve's cock bumping into some unseen wall inside you from behind has you squeaking around a mouthful of Billy, but his palms dragging down to curl his fingers around your ears and rest against your cheeks keeps your attention on him. Even though Steve is grunting and bucking like he wants you to look at him instead.

"You wanna know something, sweetheart?" Your hum of agreement is muffled, but it's more endearing when your mouth is full of him.

"I beat the shit out of that ginger bitch when I found out what he did to you in calc." Your eyes widen, and in the haze of attention and pleasure that's muddled any other thoughts, your most prevalent one is just pure, hedonistic joy. It squeezes your heart and drives you to move back on Steve's cock to try and satiate that fresh desire that's just bubbled up inside you. "I'm the only one who gets to pull your hair, princess."

Both of you can feel the glare that Steve shoots him through the hair falling in his face, but it goes untouched as all three of you suffer the most intense pleasure you've collectively felt. You grab his hand, and firmly shove it back atop your head. He slides it lower, until he can run his fingers through your scalp–and when you moan around your mouthful, he gets the hint and tightens his grip around a whip of your hair. "That's what I'm talking about. Fuck, princess..."

Steve's moaning is kicking up, his thrusts hard enough to make you buckle if Billy weren't there for you to be fucked deeper into. And with a few taps to your clit that make you jolt, he hunches over you so the sweat from his forehead splashes against the small of your back, and starts rubbing at that sweet spot with two of his fingers–thankfully with lots of creamy, sticky arousal dripping from your joined bodies to lube up the process.

"You're such a good girl for daddy. Look so pretty sucking my cock, looks like you were made to be between my legs." You find the courage to suck harder, confidence restored by his mindless dirty talk, doe eyes glazed over with lust as you look up at him.

"Ohhhhh shiiiitt," Billy moans in a long, drawn-out tone. That one sound would be enough for you to rub one out to until you went brainless, if you hadn't gotten a taste of him yet. Actually, you can't even fool yourself–you'll probably do so after this even still, once you have the strength. "You like sucking daddy off, don't you? Wanna milk me dry?"

Your desperate cry comes out sloppy and mindless, and he tuts in reply. You can smell his cologne whenever your nose presses up against his immaculately trimmed bush, sending that dumb brain of yours into overdrive as your tonguing against his cock grows relentless. He grins, and reaches down to cup your throat in his huge palm, rubbing along it with a strong grip to feel for the imprint that his cock is leaving there.

"Where do you want it?" He mutters huskily, dipping his head down so you can hear him. "Face, throat, tits? Your pick, princess. Daddy's gonna give you whatever you want."

Your body makes your decision for you. If you bring your hands up from where they grip the covers beneath you, you'll be sent crashing into Billy's stomach by the weight of Steve's bucking hips–so you temper that possibility by sinking yourself down at a slower pace on to him, just barely holding back that gag reflex to take him so deep that the pressure whites out whatever is left knocking around in your head. Billy pins you to his stomach with that last bit of strength he has, and with little else but a gasp and a strong twitch of his cock inside you, he's pumping shot after shot of cum into your waiting mouth.

So hot it burns, sears every thought from your mind and all sense into oblivion, but you swallow like it's water from an oasis even when Billy is pulling your head back to tug you off. By the time he manages to break you from his dick, a soft trail of spit is hanging from your mouth to his tip and he staggers back, grabbing the headboard for support so his knees don't buckle and he hits the floor.

Steve takes advantage the second he gets the opportunity, hand coming down hard on your shoulders to shove you face-first down into the bed now that you're freed, no care for how you drool Billy's cum in a puddle where you lay. He latches on to the back of your neck to keep you down while the other keeps working at your clit, the exercise of power over you just making you messier and harder to keep quiet as he gets close to his own end.

"Cum for me, cum for me, show me that pretty face–show me!" There's nothing you can do but let it wash over you, your hand reaching around wildly to grip Steve's arm because he's not letting you squirm away from the pleasure–his fingers slip and slide off of you with how wet you are but he doesn't care, he's just demanding you cum for him. All for him, and when the white dots blot out the edges of your vision as you squeak out a braying cry of Steve's name you feel a newfound sense of bliss, not just from the ecstasy, but at knowing you're giving Steve exactly what he wants and hearing him moan out that you're so fucking gorgeous as he finishes himself.

Nothing feels like normal once you collapse into the sheets–everything is floating, every glow of light is surrounded by a halo out of the corner of your eye, and only when you're carefully moved over to lie on your back do you feel reality pulling you back down to earth with a warm hand pulsing with a racing heartbeat on your cheek. Another lays itself on your chest, rubbing up and down your belly with smooth strokes, and you can tell the touch is different. Billy's the one holding both sides of your face now, and tilts your head back slowly to taste your lips with a flick of his tongue before he moves in for an especially soft kiss. He's still just as beautiful upside down, just as Steve's kisses are as sweet on your inner thighs as they were anywhere else. He's already gotten rid of the condom, disposed of it quickly and somewhere you won't have to worry about–you can barely remember that you're in some stranger's bed. At a party.

The party. Oh, god. You jolt up then, almost hitting your face against Billy's as unpleasant shivers work their way through your naked body, and only now do you feel exposed and uncomfortable, enough so that you pull your arms round yourself and squeeze tight to try and calm yourself down.

"Pl..Please, don't…don't tell anyone…" Even Steve stops his mindless worship of your legs at that shaky tone of yours, sitting up with concern stinging those big, brown eyes that would melt your heart otherwise.

"Huh? We're not gonna tell anyone, baby. This is our secret, okay?" Steve insists, and brushes your hair aside to touch your face, but you're not listening and you shuffle yourself to the edge of the bed to get your feet on the ground. The events of the night are all flooding back at once, crushing your back with the weight and making you want to just curl up inside yourself and disappear.

"Please…please, I'm sorry…" It finally comes to the point that Billy moves him aside, and sidles up so close to you that you can feel his body heat as you snivel. He kneels between your legs, and looks up at you as you cling to the edge of the mattress with shaky hands.

"You did everything you were supposed to, princess. More than that. You're a good girl, you hear me? Tell me what you are." His stare pierces you like a crystal-blue butterfly knife. His voice is hypnotizing, has it always been that way? The tone he uses and the way he grabs your knees in those strong hands dulls the shaking in your spine and pulls the words out of your mouth without you really thinking about it.

"I'm..I'm a….good girl.." Those two words struggle their way past your lips, but Billy won't give up.

"All together. Say it for me."

"I'm a…good girl. Good girl."

"Again. Louder. Daddy can't hear you."

"I'm a good girl!" You bring your fist down on the bed out of frustration, relief, or maybe both, and he finally pats your hand and allows a grin to split his lips.

"Oh, there she is. My princess. My loud, beautiful, fucking sexy princess." He leans in to kiss you again, hot and heavy and just as mouthy and spit-filled as the others he blessed you with. "Go on, kiss Steve, too. Be a good girl."

Your kiss with him is longer, deeper, without him telling you to. Steve's touches on your skin still feel real, like he's still grabbing at your hips, your waist, your legs…you're sure you'll feel the ghosts of those hands for a long time to come.

"Beautiful. You're so obedient–I think I just have to keep you. I don't think I can cum again without my little cockwarmer." But despite Billy's cheeky comments, Steve tugs you close, your back pressed against his chest and his hair rubbing against your skin as he squeezes you.

"Looks like I might have to fight your little guard dog for you, though." You can't see Steve's glare, but you can feel it. Burning holes into Billy's smirk and his heaving chest and his blue-eyed gaze, when Steve shifts, that's finally when the staring contest breaks and the dirty blond lets a sigh loose. The two of you watch as he dresses, Steve's fingers ghosting up and down your arm while his pants slide up his legs and his belt buckles with a firm click. His jacket is slid back on his arms as well, his collar flicked out before he pats his pocket to make sure his smokes are still there.

"You got it from here, Harrington." He claps him on the shoulder as he walks past him, back towards the still-open window that he moves to duck through. "I'll see you two around. You know Max, right? Get the house number from her."

Billy throws one leg over the sill and straddles it for a moment, eyes turned back to you with little regard to the man still holding you in a possessive grip. Honestly, it seems to just amuse him further, like this is all a game he's enjoying purely for the entertainment. "I'll be waiting for your call, princess. Still gotta take you out to dinner first–guess we skipped that part, huh? You can even bring the dog." He winks in Steve's direction. And within moments, he's gone, ducked out of the window and disappearing into the night.

"Prick." Steve's comment takes you by surprise, moreso the venom of it than anything else, and you turn out of his grasp to look at him face-to-face. He looks a little…flustered. "Just had to go and be a dick. What a-" You pull Steve's head forward and kiss him. He doesn't pull away, in fact, he pushes it deeper and slides his hand along the back of your neck to keep you there.

It isn't until he breaks it off that the fear sets in again. This is the end of the act, but is it the end of the production? Will you take a bow out of this room and face the fact that this was all what you thought it might be…just a game? A fun little romp with nothing more behind it, despite your feelings about it? Maybe Steve can see that in your eyes, can search that fear out like a hound sniffing for blood, because he doesn't laugh and brush it all off in the same way that Billy just did. He just can't stop staring, and runs his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh.

"Listen, I…I really like you. Not just for s-sex, or whatever, I like you like–as a girlfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend. Will you…Jesus, I'm a mess." That same hand drags down his face, half-hiding the flush turning his cheeks that sweet, rosy colour that leaves your lips parted and your tongue bone-dry. You smack them together to get something there, something to give you courage to speak, and speak you do.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

The silence is unbearable, and not just for you. His breath hitches, and his fingers squeeze the mound of flesh that makes up your soft thigh.

"I wanna be your girlfriend." Those brown eyes getting all wide with shock, that can't be a fakery.

"Awesome," He breathes. The smile curving up on his lips brightens the whole room. The whole world. "That would make me so happy, buttercup. You know…" He plays with your fingers as he works up what he wants to say, hands moving at a brisk pace like he's trying to keep them off some other places. "I always thought you would be a cool friend to have. You're more genuine than most people I've met."

"...Thank you, Steve." Your heart soars so high, you barely even notice your own sniffle. Then the next one comes, and the back of your eyes burn, and the tears become so palpable you really can't ignore them. But the sting of them softens when you lean into him, your…your boyfriend.

"Whoa, hey! Don't cry–you look really pretty when you cry, but I'd rather see you smile." He redirects you, holds your face in his hands to tilt your head up to look at him. "My girl."

His girl. Steve's girl. That's what people will call you…not loser, or stupid, or nobody. Not anymore.

"Did you have fun, at least?" You nod. Mhm. How could you not, when you've got the love of the most wonderful man in the world? Your eyes may as well be filled with stars as you gaze into his. But the picture is muddled a bit when reality hits you with a realization, and you lower your hands from his to twiddle them together in anxiety.

"I'm sorry I let him join."

"What's with all the 'sorries'? You don't need to apologize for anything. Honestly, you can do no wrong to me…but anyways, I agreed to it." He chuckles, and kisses that apology off your lips again for good measure. But as his grip on your cheeks slips down to your chin, Steve's got his own worries etched into his face as his eyes dart away. "...And, uh, all that stuff I said was true. Sorry I dumped that on you outta nowhere."

Oh. He must mean the…those things he said to Billy. The stuff about how he didn't wanna stop, how he wanted to give you his-

The two of you jump at a banging at the door, your thoughts interrupted by a spike of panic shooting through you as a voice on the other side wonders aloud why the door is locked, and who the fuck is banging in his room?!

"Shit. We gotta get out of here." He whispers, already sliding off the bed, and holds a finger to his lips as the two of you break into a rush as you collect each other's clothing. He throws your dress into your arms, still damp, and you toss his boxers for him to catch just as he's pulling his shirt back on over his head. But as he hops up into his jeans to zip them up, you find yourself missing one thing–something you really don't want to go without if you have to go face the whole party again.

"Steve, have you seen my panties?" Your voice comes out as the softest whisper you can manage, your hands still patting the mussed blankets to see if they're hiding somewhere within. He comes round the bedframe to grab his jacket off it on the way, but when he's beside you again, he's got an odd look about him.

"Oh…uh…" With a hand stuck into his jeans, he meekly produces them from his pocket, the pretty pink fabric wrinkled from being crumpled up and stuffed in. "I, uh-"

"K-Keep them," You close his fingers over them, choosing to smother that leap of your heart in your chest so you can save all that fawning for later. And he's the one looking shocked, his mouth opening and closing like he wants to say more, until his head swivels at another bang at the door and he shoves them back in his pocket.

"Here." Despite the distinct lack of time you've got to spare, he hurries to reach over and pull his jacket around your shoulders, waiting with relative patience for you to stick your arms through before he zips it up over you. "We're even, yeah?"

You lean up and peck him on the lips, and when you both pull away, Steve's got his hand on your head to stroke your hair already. It's a small miracle that he would even look at you in the first place–and for him to do so with so much love, so much adoration that you've never felt from someone else before, it's like you're living in a fairytale.

"Alright, let's get outta here, buttercup."

Luckily for you both, you manage to hop out the window and get down from the roof with plenty of time to spare, Steve's forethought with the chair against the doorknob helping more than anything. He helps you down with strong hands until your feet are on the ground, but when you make that little jump, you sway and buckle with exhaustion you didn't know you had–but Steve is quick to catch you, arms wrapped tight around you as he pulls you back up before sliding one around your shoulder. It's nerve-wracking to think about stepping back in the house, especially as you approach round the back–part of you wonders if that same someone will be waiting to spray you again, and your shoulders tense. But when you turn the corner, Steve hurries you along through the back door as quick and unassumingly as he can, eyeing the crowd of people surrounding a familiar face that's been knocked cold out on the grass. He murmurs a "He'll be fine," when your gaze follows his, but either way, you have little time to think about it when you step back into the thrumming energy of the party, and nearly bump right into your friend.

"Buttercup!" Robin gasps, immediately pausing her walk as she almost collides with you. She's got concern written all over her face, something you didn't even expect–even now, it's still hard to believe she or anyone else would care about where you've been. But you're a little too used to believing that you don't even exist unless you're standing in front of someone.

"Why did Billy Hargrove just tell us to come get you? He didn't do something to you, did he?" Robin's so worried you can feel it in the way her hands touch your face, looking over you like she's trying to assess the damage. Nancy and Jonathan are close on her heels, each of them sharing a look when they get a glimpse of how you're leaning up against Steve and clutching his shirt. Warm-faced and unsteady on your feet. Loopy, almost. You shake your head, and slur an "I-I dunno," rather unconvincingly, but you're saved before you can really do damage and say a word too much.

"Did she…have too much to drink?" You nod your head at Nancy's query. That explanation is a lot better than any you could come up with at the moment, although it doesn't explain exactly why you're wearing Steve's jacket, which every single one of them clearly notice.

"I'm gonna take her home, yeah. Robin?" He pulls you in a little tighter with his hand, as if to give a little more validity to this lie–but it still comes off more affectionate than he intended. Or maybe he did intend that.

"You can stay, if you want. We'll drive you home." Nancy cuts in, her and Jonathan nodding between each other as she tugs on Robin's sleeve–whether she's helping you or has no idea, it's still a relief when your friend looks back at you and eventually relents.

"As…as long as you're sure."

"S'okay, Robbie…see you next week?" A soft mumble of "Robbie..?" slips from her lips, before they tweak up into a soft, almost shy smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, uh, lemme know how Neverending Story turns out." She rubs at her arms, her bracelets clinking together as she steps back to let you guys by.

"Mhm. Bye bye Robbie, bye Nancy, bye Jonathan." Your fingers brush by each other as you wave at each of them, playing up the drunkenness a little even though you don't really have any idea what you're doing. But they all seem to buy it, returning the gesture with smiles that seem more genuine than you've ever been used to.

"Bye bye, Buttercup." Robin's voice breaks a little as she waves, or did you imagine it? Maybe you did, because she perks up as she calls after you before you leave. "I had a lot of fun! Let's get Steve to take us to more parties, okay?"

Your laugh rings clear above the thrumming music, and you nod with a smile you can't help before Steve leads you past them with a wave himself. Through the people lining the walls of the house and the drunks stumbling by, past the threshold of the front door and down the walkway that leads up to it. Steve guides you towards the sidewalk and you match each other's pace as he heads towards his car, parked not far enough to be a journey but just enough for you to enjoy the crisp night air and the warmth of his arm around your shoulder.

"Made it," He breathes, and you both share a chuckle as the breeze blows by you gently. "Now, I don't mean to be forward, but I'll need to know your address to take you home. Definitely not so I can come visit." The way he says it is teasing, especially so when he leans down to steal a kiss off your cheek, but the feeling of his lips and the smell of his cologne sticking to his clothes still dizzies you in a way that offers some confidence you didn't have before.

"You mean we're not keeping up the party at yours?" It comes out much more smoothly than you expected, and apparently it has the same effect on Steve, because he stops and almost trips over himself when you say it. But that hesitation is still there, and you backpedal. "W-We don't have to-"

"Yes," It's nearly a moan, and if he wasn't trying so desperately not to make it one, you'd be sure it was. "You can sleep over. Nobody's home, we can…"

"...Do girlfriend-boyfriend stuff?" You offer it completely sincerely, and yet Steve still looks on with a surprised expression before he breaks into laughter. You've gotten to know the difference between genuine laughter and the mocking type, and you know that his is entirely the former. Those beautiful, brown eyes can't lie, not to you.

"Yes, yes we can. Girlfriend-boyfriend stuff." His grin is so sweet, gleaming even in the dark spaces between the streetlights as you keep walking. You reach up tentatively, and bump your knuckles against the hand that Steve's got hanging over your shoulder–and at the gentle touch, he clasps his with yours and laces your fingers together, absentmindedly rubbing his pinky against the side of your palm as he steps off the grass towards the passenger's door of his car. He doesn't let it go until the last second, after he's used his free one to open it up and help you inside, until after he's leaned in and captured your lips in one last, sweet kiss before he pulls away and shuts the door for you. He even makes a show of sliding across the hood of his car to draw a laugh out of your throat as he heads towards the driver's side door, and ducks inside with his keys in hand to start it up and bring it to life with a rumble.

Steve is perfect, you're convinced. The perfect guy, the perfect friend, the perfect lover, the perfect boyfriend–you can just imagine all the other things he does perfectly, all the things he could be and wants to be, just for you. And you don't have to see yourself as just as perfect, or even remotely close, at least not now. Because you have so much time to learn that you don't need to be, and that you don't have to be scared of not living up to that imaginary bar you've never felt like you could reach. Someone will always love you whether you think so or not, and in your case, you have no idea how many people would be willing to fill that coveted spot beside you, friends and lovers alike.

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[0-animelover-0]

Marcovaldo family x Reader

A/N: Massimo with a Feminine S/O, takes place after Massimo adopts Alberto.

My masterlist is -> here

Massimo (Luca)

Massimo is a kind man, we all know that.

He likes to hold your hands in his larger ones. He is a softly for the ones he loves.

Cooking together and walks are things he enjoys doing with you.

He isn't the jealous type, he trusts you completely.

He is a big guy so he gives you ever bigger hugs that last a few seconds unless he's in a hurry. Then it's just a quick hug.

He adores the things you do. Even if it is simple as doing something right. He treats you like you are the only person in the world.

Massimo may be a tall man with little words but his eyes and hands tell a different story. His light touches are gentle and love is always shown in his eyes as he looks at you. It's obvious that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

His daughter, Giulia, felt indifferent about you at first.

She wants what is best for her father and wants him to be happy.

But she also doesn't feel like he needs another potential spouse after him and her mother.

She felt like her father and mother would get back together but gave up on that hope after a while.

Giulia slowly warms up to you after seeing how happy you make Massimo.

She told her dad and admitted to you that she'd never call you "Mama" or "Mom".

You gently reassured her that it is completely okay if she never does. And you also told her that you'd never replace her mother which she greatly appreciated.

Massimo does plan things between the three of you to try and bond.

The man is a giant sweetheart when it comes to you and his daughter.

If he ever saw you and Giulia sleeping beside each other due to her accidentally falling asleep by you... Mans has an overload of emotions.

Of course he doesn't show it all that much but you can tell that he enjoys seeing you and his daughter getting along.

On the other hand, Alberto kinda liked the idea of having a mother figure in his life.

He thinks it is nice that Massimo found someone who loves him.

Alberto was hesitant at first during your first encounter but very soon he warmed up to.

He'd be protective over you if anyone came around you for too long.

He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoys moments when you run your fingers through his curly hair while he's in your lap. Instantly knocked out 'cause of it being so relaxing.

He would call you "Mama" or "Mom" at one point in yours and Massimo's relationship.

Alberto would want to show you everything he is proud of. How good he swims, how he can ride a bike, how fast he can climb, etc.

Moving on to tiny oneshot...

"Giulia! Alberto! Dinner is ready!" You yelled from the kitchen. When you received no response, you went outside and yelled it again towards the beach.

Giulia and Alberto looked at each other and big smiles broke out onto their faces. Giulia stood up before he could. "Race ya home!"

The boy quickly got up and laugher erupted from the both of them. They were both out of breath when they reached the house. Alberto put his hands on his knees and swallowed as he panted. "I won."

You smiled and rolled your eyes seeing the two of them compete against one another. "Come on you two. Eat before the food gets cold." You sat plates down onto the wooden table for everyone including yourself.

Giulia threw her hands in the air. "Yes! Trenette al Pesto!" Her and Alberto stuffed their faces with the pasta that you cooked.

You chuckled softly at the display and shook your head. "Woah woah, slow down. You're going to choke if you eat that fast."

Alberto shrugged and put more of the noodles on his fork. "It's alright Mama, I won't." The boy stopped mid bite with the fork close to his mouth; his mouth wide open. He was frozen as he realized what he had said. Giulia looked at him with big surprised eyes and her cheeks looked like a chipmunk since she was eating when he spoke.

Massimo raised one of his thick eyebrows while you tried not to tear up. Alberto put the fork down and finally looked at you. He cleared his throat and nervously met your eyes. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

You weren't mad or weirded out by him calling you 'Mama'. You found it sweet and made your heart swell. You leaned forward and put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I don't mind if you call me that. If you want to, you can."

Alberto smiled. "Really? I-I can?" He immediately jumped down from his seat and hugged you tightly. You blinked down at him but then happily smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Giulia was now smiling softly at the scene with her head tilted. Massimo cracked a smile and put a forkfull of pasta in his mouth.

#Luca #disney #massimo #alberto scorfano #giulia #giulia marcovaldo #x reader #family #anime #feminine reader #movie #luca movie #scenarios #oneshot #italy #alberto #relationship #masterlist #gif #dating scenario #Massimo with a S/O #fluff #Trenette al Pesto #mother figure

[karimwillia]

Chapter 19

Warnings: Filler Fluff, Wifey Vibes, Suggestive

Shuri wakes up and the clock flashes 5am as she attempts to stretch. Riri restricts her movement which is comforting in a way. Mindlessly she runs a hand up and down Riri’s arm and hugs her back. Last night was a time to remember. This step in the relationship was stressful but had to be taken. Shuri is watching Riri sleep, a guilty pleasure they both take part in from time to time. Shuri slowly moves her eyes over every detail of her Girlfriend’s face. Committing all forms, shapes and even pimples to memory. Riri has been awake for about 5 mins now but she didn’t want to move. Being secure in Shuri’s arms is comfort. She has been listening to the heart rhythm of her Girlfriend as they lay. No one ever told Ri that being in love makes you crave every detail of your person. It’s also ironic how they are thinking the same thing in that moment without any words.

“Good Morning Princess.” Shuri's voice is groggy with a rasp. Riri finally opens her eyes wondering how she was found out. “Mmmm Morning Baby. She looks up at Shuri’s face from where she is laying. There it is, she wants every detail. “Your breathing changed, that's how I knew you woke up. Before you ask.” The mind reading she could do without. Shuri shifts to finally stretch and get up. “Noo don’t get up.” Riri whines as the warmth of Shuri’s body is gone. Shuri grabs a T-shirt and basketball shorts from the nearby drawer. Placed there when Rohan checked them in, she is an unpacked suitcase type. “I want to take a quick shower Princess I won’t be long.” With a huff Riri lays back down. “Fine but I want you back here ASAP.”

Shuri is standing under the warm stream of water from the shower when the bathroom door is opened. There is a soft touch on her skin that prompts her to turn around and Riri standing there wearing nothing but a smile. Shuri smiles down at her. “So you could not wait huh?” Riri smirks back. “You were taking too long. So I decided to join.” Shuri is looking over her body and kisses her backing Riri up until she is gently pressed to the back wall. “Hey now don’t get carried away Panther.” Shuri chuckles, allowing herself to be pushed back by Riri.

“But how can I resist?” The tone was playfully whiny as Shuri smirked devilishly. Riri could not help but feel a certain way with Shuri looking at her like that. The tension was building and Shuri closed the gap of space between them kissing Riri with so much passion that it made them both feel it in the pits of their stomachs. Shuri lifts Riri who wraps her legs intensively around Shuri. Breathless Riri places her forehead on Shuri’s. “Mm once but we have things to do today.” Shuri grins before kissing Riri with tongue “I can’t promise just once.”

Shuri and Riri finish their shower and take their time getting dressed. Before they know it it’s past time to get to the annual lock-in. MJ clocks them as soon as they arrive. “Rihanna…Udaku, I mean Williams. You are late…” Shuri is close behind not really wanting to let Riri go. Alison clocks them next, walking over to join in on the jousting. “Yea Panther where have y’all been?” The girl’s respective besties are now staring at them. Shuri has a very pleased smile on her face while Riri is a little blushed. “Oooooh y’all nasty.” Al says breaking the silence. “Right Al they are out here being grown. I’m proud.” MJ wiped a fake tear away before bursting into laughter.

“You all are worse than our parents.” Shuri hands Al a few bags before they all start walking to the area they will stay the night. “No, when Ronnie gets a hold of this information you know she’s going to give you “the talk” Shuri. I’m just proud of you.” MJ never fails to amaze them. Making it to the athletic loft. Shuri and Al drop the bags and they start to make up the sleeping area for Shuri and Riri to sleep in. Riri finally can get some space, she walks to the nearby couches to talk with MJ. “M is it that obvious?” “Girl yes but it’s a natural next step to your relationship.” Riri relaxes and sighs looking over at her love who she can see clearly. “You’re right I just don’t want our dynamic to change too much. I already wanted to be in her skin 24/7 now it’s in hyper drive.”

“That is what happens when you get done right. Plus I don’t think the Panther is complaining.” MJ is facing Riri with her legs tucked under her with a chuckle in her voice. Ri pops MJ on the arm. “STOOP! I mean don’t get me wrong it is…amazing. But seriously M I’m just happy she is comfortable and I hope this does not change us.” MJ just looks on. “Ri you are overthinking she loves you. Your bond only gets stronger from here and I’m sure it will be a good thing.”

Riri looks up as Shuri and Al come over. “Ri take this girl please we were 20 feet away and still missed you.” Everyone laughs at Al’s joke. “Al of course I missed my wife. I was gone too long.” Riri’s eyes grow with surprise. This is the first time Shuri has ever said anything like this. It felt nice to hear her say even in a joking manner. “You know what Panther you just better marry her. I’m not sure if anyone else will put up with you.” “Ahh that hurts Al. Wifey knows what’s up.” Shuri shoots Riri a sly grin and wink.

Riri blushes under Shuri's gaze and holds the look of undressing each other with their eyes as Shuri sits down. MJ looks between them and fake gags. “Woo y’all gone have to go back to y’all’s room. Doing all that.” Riri breaks up the giggles. “Sorry MJ but I told you it’s just because of you know.” Al smirks. “Oh we know but please spare us until you all are solo. We want to have some fun tonight. They have board and card games going on, karaoke, trivia, manicures and things being given out by the cosmetology students. This lock in is poppin.”

“Since you put it like that Al. Let’s go buy in a game of spades and take these folks' cash.” Shuri daps up Al and they head to the area of the school where they are playing cards. MJ and Riri go for manicures and pedicures in the cosmetology studio. Shuri kisses Riri just before they part. As they sit back in the chairs for pedicures MJ commits.

“Girl, don’t you think about being a stay at home wife now. Ronnie will kill you.” Riri blushes and just smiles. “Not stay at home, no but a baller wife I could do that.” “Oooh that was the first time you thought about it huh? Udaku has a good ring to it.” “It is the first time but could you blame me if I do marry her?” They laugh and continue to talk as the night goes along into the wee hours of the morning.

Shuri and Riri finally lay down to rest at about 5am they had done every activity and even made some late night food in the school culinary arts classrooms. Riri laying on Shuri’s chest was mindlessly running her fingers along the lines of Shuri’s muscles. “Baby did you mean what you said today?” Shuri holds Ri tighter. “Mean what?” Sighing Riri turns her head to look at her love. “The thing about us getting married. I mean you have never said anything like that before and I do like the sound of it but we are young. So I know that’s just something people say sometimes but…” Riri begins to ramble only the way she can. “Shhhh amour s'il te plait écoute. I was being very intentional with my words today. I think of our future a lot and I see that for us. But it will happen once we are set in our paths. You have so many goals as do I so we will get married when the time is right.” Riri physically relaxes. “Ok Azari but two things I want a custom ring and…” “You will only be a Udaku if we get married before your PHD.” Shuri completed Riri’s thought almost to the T with a chuckle. It’s kind of scary how the Panther recalls things. During a discussion about life goals Riri was asked if she would change her name if she gets married. She fired the class up saying that she would only change her name if she liked the new one and never if she earns her PHD first. “You think you are funny huh?” Shuri smirks as Riri hits her playfully. “No I’m just glad you like the name enough to consider changing it.” With a kiss they doze off.

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[fairestwriting]

Hi! I sawn that the ask is open so I decided to do a request for the first time, hopefully I didn't get nothing wrong. 😅

Can I ask HCs of the dorm leaders with a gentle giant boyfriend? Like he is really tall, muscular and strong looking but also the nicest person that you would ever met? I just like this kind of gap moe thing, judge me. 😔

Also, I seen your male reader x Leona post and is super cute! 🥰

thank you so much anonnnn im happy you enjoyed it!!! m reader rqs are so rare dfjkdfj heres some more food for the twst x m reader micronation

Riddle Rosehearts

This is the relationship dynamic Riddle needs, honestly. He has so much rage in his tiny body, always huffing and scolding and threatening to off people's heads, you've gotta pick him up like a kitten and give him a nice hug so he can calm down.

And Riddle is absolutely just weak for you. You have this soothing, pleasant energy that just melts the anger away from him, whenever you tell him to go easy on someone, as you tend to do, all he can do is sigh, and let you take him away to spend some time together.

He'll always be a little sensitive over being so small, but the fact that you're this much taller and stronger is actually comforting for him. Initially, he was a bit jealous, but now he just likes it when you put your arms around him and call him cute, it makes him feel safe.

Leona Kingscholar

Before you get together, Leona just thinks you're there. He respects you a decent amount for your strength, but your bright personality kind of gets on his nerves, he just finds himself wondering why someone like you isn't more imposing... for way too long, actually, and who knew, the next time you smile at him he gets butterflies.

He wants to be immune to your sweet side, but he absolutely is not. Leona isn't the type who needs or wants to be protected or anything like that, but when you're caring towards him or you show genuine interest in the things he likes, he just feels all warm inside. Really, how can someone just be this nice.

People are probably so surprised to see you two dating, because of the huge difference in your personalities, which Leona is sometimes very amused, other times very annoyed by. Depends on his mood.

Azul Ashengrotto

You make him swoon, honestly. He tries so hard to stay suave, so you two could appear like a cool couple in public, but something about you makes him feel very protected and that does things to him.

But how nice you are is something that worries him a bit, considering the sort of life he leads. He just doesn't want people taking advantage of that, you know? Azul will be sure to teach you the ins and outs of the sort of tricks people might try to play on you, just to make sure you're safe.

He dislikes the idea of anyone seeing him being emotional in general, thinking it's embarrassing, but when it comes to you, he finds that he's sort of okay with it. You don't look like the sort of person who would judge that, so he feels a bit more inclined to open up about things, in general.

Kalim Al-Asim

The first time he saw you, he thought you were this cool, strong type, and that made him all sparkly eyed. He wonders if you play any sort of sport? Kalim is not at all shy, he'll circle around you and ask you all sorts of questions, maybe feel up your arms a bit, even.

So you can only imagine his delight when he found out you were a very kind and friendly person too. It's love at first sight for him, honestly, he goes straight back to Scarabia after your first encounter and tells Jamil he found the one.

He wants you to pick him up all the damn time. You're all big and strong, and he's small and rather light, so you should do it, is his reasoning, but, honestly, he just likes being spoiled. Whenever you do it, Kalim smiles all sunnily and cuddles up in your arms, giggling.

Vil Schoenheit

Thinks you're so endearing it actually annoys him. Who gave you the right to be so cute? The gap moe situation kills him. You look like you could snap anyone into two if you wanted to, and yet you're such a sweetheart, and Vil is just a huge fan of that subversion. It's adorable to him.

He's making you carry his shopping bags anytime you go out. He's definitely strong enough to do it himself, and he usually would, but you're so willing to help him out, he can't resist to indulge himself a little bit.

And speaking of indulgence, he really does amp up the queenly act a bit around you, though in a playful way that seems almost uncharacteristic for him. It's just that when he tells you to do things and you agree immediately, smiling at him like he's your everything, he feels things. Very good things, he thinks you're the cutest ever.

Idia Shroud

Idia, to this day, doesn't understand how the gods could have been so kind to him. He used to think you were so insanely out of his league, that his crush was a hopeless void eating away at his life, but you somehow liked him back? Someone as bright as you liked him? He still can't process that very well...

He's rather tall himself, and has a handful of people who find him intimidating, but whenever you're in public, Idia is so close to you, sometimes clinging to your arm, like he's trying to shield himself with your body -- Which he is, by the way. Without even meaning to, you fall into a sort of guardian position, because Idia's just that scared of the outside world, and you look stronger than him, so.

Because of you, Idia finds out that he loves being held, just pulled really close to your broad chest while built arms wrap around him... if he was to die like this, he'd die so happily. Though most times he just falls asleep with his head buried on your chest.

Malleus Draconia

What's better than a gentle giant boyfriend? Two gentle giant boyfriends. You two have the range, you're an imposing, scarily strong couple on the outside, and two soft idiots on the inside.

Malleus feels so comfortable around you, knowing you have such a warm personality, even when the rest of the world avoids him, he knows he can come home to you, and you'll be there to give him that affection he so craves -- And he'll do the same to you, or whatever you want from him, really, you're one of the best things that have ever happened to him.

Shows off his interests to you more than he would to anyone else, he's rather unapologetic about them by default, but still tries to keep some degree of poise when interacting with others, so he won't full on ramble as often as he wants. If it's with someone like you, though, who has such a pleasant aura and who he trusts, he'll be talking about his gargoyles for hours on end.

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[syubub]

BTS cuddle habits

Hi guys! I wanted to have a fun little silly read on what their cuddle habits are! It's cute and light and soft so I thought it might be nice!

Disclaimer: this is entertainment only and not to be taken as fact. This is only my interpretation!

Oki let's begin

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Seokjin

The first thing I thought of when I saw this is that he's not a strong grip cuddle kinda guy

He's more of the "if you're there and need cuddles I'll do it I guess" kinda guy

I think too he's very vigilant and whomever he is cuddling he is very aware of how to maximize the other person's comfort?

Like it almost seems for him, he'd be fine without cuddles

It's just not important to him as much as it is for others

But he knows that some people feel good when they get cuddles

So

All this to say

He doesn't preticularly seek out cuddles and prefers to be the one doing the cuddling

He knows that it's a way to give others comfort

It's definitely a low energy kinda thing for him too

I think any kinda pseudo cuddle would be preferable

Like, "I'm laying next to you and tapping your head, does that count"

Lol

It's a way to show comfort and to show that he's there for the person.

Definitely takes that time to learn more about why the person might be sad or in need of cuddles

It's a perfect time to talk it out

Definitely platonic cuddles wouldn't faze him at all

10/10

Very comforting

He'd give advice if needed or prompted

Wouldn't particularly tangle himself up with the other person

More like comforting "I'm here for you" back rubs and taps

Playing with hair

Yoongi

STOP

Yoongi no

Okay

So

He's definitely more cuddly with his s.o than he his with friends

His cuddle style is very balanced

Probably likes to mirror his cuddle buddy

So like, facing each other

Probably holding hands

Also spooning and he'd be down for little spoon or big spoon depending on how he's feeling

Let me get a bit honest here

Cuddling for yoon is like holding the entire world

Sounds dramatic lol

It's a super intimate thing to share personal space like that

Even more than sex for him because the only objective is comfort and holding space for him and his person

Kinda. Intimacy in any form that it takes is really special and intense for him when it regards someone he truly cares for

This is about cuddles and not about how yoongi regards the act of bumping uglies

So

Platonic cuddles are a little less... wanted for him

Not that he hates it or anything. He just likes his space and would actively search for platonic cuddles often if every (if he knew a more physically affectionate person really needed to be held and comforted he wouldn't mind providing that but its just not something he typically looks for)

Because the thought of sharing such close personal space with someone is quite.. daunting? He feels a bit flustered

This is all heavily focused on yoongi preferring to have his cuddles with the people that he has the utmost respect for and trusts with his life

Definitely most comfortable with a romantic partner though

Definitely would love to have his hair played with and would reciprocate the favor

When things get rough in his head I think he would prefer to be held

Or like

I heard "held together"

Oof yoobi

Overall it's seems to be an act of trust and love and respect and anyone who gets a yoongi cuddle should feel honored

You guys

Just look at this cards

I CANT

Hoseok

Yo

Hobi Is definitely an enthusiastic cuddle buddy

Probs prefers to hold the other person

Definitely loves platonic cuddles all the way

Very much physical affection

Also very light and fun and giggly

Like, yoons is a more emotionally heavy feel

But hobis is so light and fun and recharging

It's not the destination

Like its not an event to have cuddles for him

It's almost as natural and fluid as just going in for a hug?

It's a continuation of a hug

Hobi snuggles more than cuddles?

Like any burst of affection he just goes in for a snuggle squeeze

I think as a human his body temperature is just always warm too

Versatile cuddles

Kinda octopus-esque

Can be kinda like a quick little battery charge for him

A good solid hobi cuddle would be like transporting to a new world where there are no worries

Very nice and secure

Would probably like sunshine cuddles or outdoor cuddles (without bugs)

I think sometimes he just likes to share his space with other people

Very warm friendly lovely I love it

Namjoon

Joon

Joo

Bb

Soft

Talk about tension release lol

Cuddles for him aren't something he seeks out often but when he does...

It's like taking the cap off of a soda

Definitely a daydream type

Idk why but I think he cuddles himself? Like when he's super stressed

He probably hugs himself

Or maybe he has a weighted blanket?

He definitely has a calm way to sooth himself

But with other people

I think he likes more mellow, soft type cuddles

Definitely a repetitive movement type of person

Like gently tapping/patting or making shapes

I can't tell of he would like that or if that's what he does

Probably drifts to sleep if cuddling for a longer time lol

It's very seren and lovely energy tbh

A sleepy morning type of cuddle would probably help him calmly sort his thoughts and plans for the day

Just time to exist

Platonic cuddles y e s

Like I said, it wouldn't be something that I would see him searching for often at all

But its very helpful for him when he does

This makes me think of one time I went to a park with my friend

we found a nice patch of soft grass and had a nice little cuddle just existing in each others presence and feeling a nice soft breeze bring in the sweet summer smell

It was just kinda like time stopped and I could daydream and look at my priorities without feeling overwhelmed by them??

Like having a person physically with you to anchor you to reality and provide comfort

Idk it's just such a nice lovely type of thing that is really special when those moments come around

Jimin

Definitely loves cuddles

We know this

But this is really sweet

It's very emotionally fulfilling and I think it's an easy way for him to show his love and appreciation for someone

This sounds dumb but I think he physically tries to morph his body to other people?

Like cling film?

It's really cute?

Tbh any kinds of cuddle is a good cuddle for chim

I think physical touch just in general is really important for him

cuddles make him feel loved bc sometimes he needs to be reminded

Definitely will cuddle or be cuddled

With the 8 of wands I think he just kinda goes with the flow really

The ace of cups makes me almost see it as an exchange of energy?

Like swapping good vibes or recharging your good vibes

It's really sweet

I bet he'd be the type to make it a special event on occasion

Like all the blankets and pillows and a movie or book or album or something

And just be comfy

Comfy is the best way to describe this

Comfy

10000% platonic cuddles

No one is spared

(Some are spared)

It's not like he's attached to them or needs them to breath

But physical touch is really important for him

And this is very optimal

I also think he'd be the type to go for drive by cuddles?

The 8 of wands can be a fast card so

Quick cuddles

Little snuggles

V good

10/10

wouldn't mind face to face cuddles at all

THIS ALL JUST FEELS SO WARM AND NICE

like a freshly washed blanket that's all warm and smells nice

Yes

Taehyung

Jesus

It was hard enough trying to interpret normal cards and you throw me this shit??

Here we go

It's definitely a mental resting point to have some good cuddles

Tae can be quite a physical person too so it doesn't suprise me to see

It almost feels solitary?

But not physically obviously

Kinda like joon he really benefits from having a reality anchor

But

He might be physically resting

And his mind is resting too

But??

It's like he fucking Astral projects or some shit

Hear me out

It's like having a safe and comfortable environment being with someone you trust

He just kinda

Lifts up??

Like this might seem like daydreams to him but it's like... the Astral?

Lol definitely unexpected

It's not like this everytime

He benefits from cuddles when he is having a hard time and needs comfort

Also just because it's something that he finds relaxing

But like, let me explain

Death is like letting go of attachments

Four of swords can be like meditation

Wheel of fortune can be like opportunity or destiny?

And like, we all know tae has his angel and stuff

I think maybe his angel or guides or whatever take any opportunity where he is in a good enough state to just... yank him up to them??

THIS SOUNDS DUMB

But think about it

If he's comfortable and in a mental state where this is possible, it would be the perfect opportunity??

Like?

I want to expand on this later maybe

It doesn't exclusively happen when he's cuddling its just a time where his mind is open to it?

Also yes platonic cuddles yes yes yes

Wtf tae?

Jungkook

These are all the cards that came out and all of them are relevant apparently

So

Firstly let's look at that lovers card and the magician

He's definitely down for a good cuddle and it's a sign of trust for him

Having a nice restful time where he can idly chat with someone probably helps him work through situations in his head

The magician can signify a powerful man...

I think he really enjoys being held and like, holding people tightly

Like it feels more secure like that

Definitely a release of stress and worry

Probably prefers cuddles more in the evening after he's worked hard and done stuff bc then he feels like he's earned the right to relax

Definitely down for platonic cuddles but with people he knows super well

This might sound weird but

I bet if the chance to cuddle arrives and it's not a suprise like "hey come here and cuddle" kinda thing he'd prepare

Like if there was a movie night and he knows it's gonna be nice and comfy he'd probably wear his favorite hoodie or shirt or whatever and pjs or sweatpants or whatever

Whip out the nice body butter

Some good smells

Fresh fabric softener smells

In a 100% not creepy and very platonic way

That sounds sarcastic but its not

Its called self care

Would also be the type to seek out cuddles if he has a bad day

Like the kind to flop down beside someone or put his head in their lap and just non verbally demand cuddles?

Like, have you ever been super frustrated and you just need someone to pet your hair? Or like hold you bc your working out your own shit internally?

Yes

It probably doesn't happen often and not when something really big is bothering him

Just smaller things

Would like repetitive motions/soothing motions

The six of swords make me think soft rocking would put him directly to sleep lol

Kinda like cars too

Very nice very nice

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This was intresting and I didn't really know what it would be like but I didn't think it would be this lol tae was unexpected

Who are you guys most like? I think I'm maybe part jungkook and part yoongi? I'm not the most touchy feely person with friends but I am a lot more with partners. Jungkookie style cuddles is me when I'm around people that I've know for forever and are really good friends. Pull out good blankets, clothes, candles ect. Anything for optimal comfort. Joon style cuddles definitely sound like the most relaxing thing in the planet and makes me a bit nostalgic

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[intynidad]

Hi hi!! Could I request the dorm leaders (if that’s too many, your favorites!) with a child MC? (Parental or older sibling sorta relationship) (also by child I mean 8-10 years old) Have a wonderful day, drink some water and eat protein! 💕

@moomoo-mochi OMG THANK YOU??

I love this so much I’m just a sucker for this kind of prompt!!

Also, this will be based on how I acted as a toddler (spoiler I was a stupid kid)

a health potion with risu giggles for a fellow merchant!

(also sorry I didn't know what to write for iidia or vil and I didn't want to write something that I wasn't satisfied 

The beginning 

-you careless puppy, How many times I told the two of you to be careful!- professor crewel was scolding you and your lab partner...well at your lab partner more than you, you were kinda busy trying to get out of the cauldron to listen 

You and your lab partner were assigned to do a regression potion that was supposed to work in reviving dead plants or turning rotten food into edible again but when you were measuring the exact amount of the last ingredient to finish the potion, somebody accidentally pushed you making you spill all of the ingredients...and yourself into the cauldron.

so now there you are extremely confused about what just happened and incapable of taking care of yourself for the 3 days the potion was supposed to last and now your lab partner has to take care of you until the potion wore off or mister crewel finds an antidote

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has an abusive mother and no younger siblings so our dear tomato is lost, he doesn’t know any rules that would help him take care of a little child so he asks trey for help (like most of heartsalybul when they have problems).

trey lets you eat pastries while riddle does his dorm leader duties but he looked away for a second and oops no child in sight...ok time to panic.

riddle was scolding some heartsalybul students that spilled all of the red paint in one of the chairs so now not only the other members of the dorm couldn’t continue painting but now the unbirthday party had to cancel and you know what happens when you break one of the queen’s rules

-OFF WITH YOUR- Riddle swung his magic pen

-wead!- riddle turn around to see you with a rose in your hand pretending it to be a magic pen

-off widd your wead!- you repeated swinging the rose up and down

riddle was stroked by your cuteness like a truck; he was speechless (also because picking roses was against the rules but lest ignore it) the two students he was scolding ran away because their dorm leader was picking you up and giggling at your little imitation of him 

-nono Off, with, your, head!-

-off wid your wead!-

Leona kingschoolar

-agh how annoying- the savanaclaw dorm leader wasn’t a big fan of children and much less taking care of them, he probably was gonna throw you at Ruggie or jack, both of them had younger siblings so they could probably take care of you better but there is one thing he didn’t count off

-LEONA OJI-TAN-...fuck, today was the day Cheka came to visit his dear oji-tan, now Leona is not only stuck with a brat but with a furball too.

-who are them uncle?-(owo who this) Cheka waved at the child that was behind his uncle’s legs-hi I am Cheka, wanna play tag?!-oh ho ho this gives him an idea

-Cheka this is Y/N, your new playmate-the lion cub had a little sparkle in his eyes

-you two can play all day and ill be watching you from that tree so have fun-hell yea he was a genius Cheka and you are entertained, and he can nap is a win-win situation for everyone

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH- and there it goes his perfect plan

-oi, what happened- you were in  sitting on the ground while hugging your knee and crying your heart out and Cheka kneeled beside you trying to comfort you 

-I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to push you it was an accident- now he looked like he wanted to cry 

-agh you two cut it out-Leona said in a low growl while kneeling beside you-is just a scratch don’t worry just let me-he picked you up.

now all of you were in his room he gently  bandages your knee while Cheka was holding your hand for “moral support”

-kiss to make it better Leona oji-tan!-

-only if both of you promise to be more careful-Cheka nodded- ok “pain, pain go away *woshh*, there you go- you moved your knee and started to giggle while Cheka was already dragging you to continue playing, the two of you were lucky that both were cute because not everybody can see this side of Leona and live for telling it 

Azul Ashengrotto

-Come, come everyone!-the leader of octaville tapped his fedora-For the price of 25 madol you can have for a limited time only a  photo of our dear Y/N as a toddler!-

and of course, our dear capitalist Ursula is taking profit from this situation.

you were sitting in a little chair all dolled up while jade took pictures of you with different students and Floyd was taking the money from dose poor unfortunate souls

An hour passed and there were still about 50+ students in line for a photo when Azul notice something about you.

your hands were in the form of a tiny fist and your eyes were watery and you haven’t smiled at the camera for the last photos even when Floyd made funny faces behind jade you weren’t enjoying this.

usually, he wouldn’t care about it, he was making some good money and that was the important thing but you were different, you were his friend

-the lounge is closed, everyone get out, Floyd take care of that and jade-he looked for a second at you-make something warm for our little guest-

all of the students in line emitted different protest sounds but a look at Floyd grin and everyone was already on the exit

-sorry for all that little one- he lightly patted your hair-what about I pay you for your work with some treats?-

-*happy gasp* YESH!!-you hugged his leg with a strong grip-

-nee~ nee~, why Azul can have a hug from shrimpy and I cant?-

-FWOYD!! :D-

Kalim al asim

-Kalim, please calm down-Jamil said looking like he is gonna pop up a blood vessel

-LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y-he was let’s say...excited about this situation

-JAMILLOOKATTHEMTHEYARESOCUTEANDTINYIWANNATROWAPARTYFORJUSTTHEMOMGTHEYARESOCUTE- 

-Remember to breathe Kalim and please calm down you are scaring them-Jamil said while kneeling to be on your level

-*gasp* I’m sorry y/n, I’m just so happy to be with you, are you hungry?-you give a quick nod

for the surprise of Jamil, the fact that you turned into a child made Kalim more independent???

he knew that crewel sensei asked Kalim to take care of you but he kinda assumed he is the one who will end up taking care of both of you.

-emmm Jamil-and here we go-have you seen Y/N around?-

-excuse me whAT??!!- Jamil shouted- HOW DO YOU LOSE A CHILD?-

-I didn’t lose them I just….temporally misplace them...OK YES, I LOST THEM BUT IS NOT MY FAULT WE WERE PLAYING HIDE N SEEK!-

-sure sure Kalim never anything is your fault-Jamil said between teeth-

Kalim could be a literal ray of sunshine but one of his bigs flaws were his “rich person behavior”

because he was spoiled and lived in a bubble he didn’t understand that his actions had consequences, in the good side he was working on it.

two hours had passed since that moment are you were nowhere to be found

now the scarabia duo was starting to panic

-OMG HOW IM SO CARELESS THAT I LOST THEM WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM IM THE WORST FRIEND IN THE WORLD-

-KALIM CALM DOWN, PANIC WILL NOT HELP IN THIS SITUATION-

-WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME-

-BECAUSE YOU ARE YELLING-

-*snore*-

-..............................-

-Jamil,...did that pillow made a sound?-

-I think so ?-

*SNOOOREEE*

and there you were sleeping under a big mountain of pillows you fell asleep while playing so that, why you didn’t, respond to the calls of the two boys

-ok Kalim we found them and I hope this had taught you a lesson about taking care of things...well taking care of people-

-oh for the great seven I thought I was gonna have a heart attack-

-now you know how I feel and I really would appreciate it if you used this experience to-

-*SNOOOOREEE*-

And now Kalim was sleeping beside you

great seven give Jamil patience and have mercy on both of you when morning comes 

Malleus draconia

-arent you a little thing fufufufuf-

-old man be careful with them-silver said

you might be wondering, I thought malleus would take care of toddler Y/N?

Well, that was the plan...malleus is a reserved man, with no friends more than his two guards and the older fae that raised him, that was until he meets you, you looked at him in the eyes with no fear just a hint of curiosity.

you gave him his first nickname,”tsunotaro” a childish name that was almost disrespectful to the heir of the valley of thorns and one of the most powerful wizards of all twisted wonderland, yet you called him that silly name, you hugged him, you listen to him and he listened to you, you were his friend and precisely because that he left you at the care of Lilia, the mere thought of you screaming and running away from him made his heart ache

that always happened…

Malleus is used to that, since he was a child people looked at him with fear or caution but never with kindness except for one person, you

and he was determined to let that like that, but he couldn’t stop thinking what if something happens to you?

what type of friend he would be if he lets somebody take advantage of you in this vulnerable state?

a peek wouldn’t hurt

there you were, in the flower bed of ramshackle dorm both planted, taking dandelions from around and with inexperience and tiny hands crafting a flower crown too small for anyone except you.

he looked at you from the shadows carefully to not being spotted warding you like the dragon he is.

-hewo-small and tired eyes fixed behind a large tree

malleus was behind that tree…

-whats yowr name?-now standing up and slowly walking to the tree in question-are you shy?, is oke I won’t hurt yow-

like if a child could do any damage to him

-I made thwis fow you-you said reveling a second flower crown that was just a little bit bigger than the one in your head 

you let the flower crown on the floor near the tree and waited, malleus knowing how stubborn you were he knew you wouldn’t leave so he left his hiding spot thinking about the screams and the fear your little face will have

-waaaa, you big! (giggles)-again, no signs of fear-uppa uppa!-you said while rising your hands to the sky and opening and closing your little fists

malleus emitted a low chuckle and picked you up, when you got to his eye level immediately went for his horns  touching and grabbing all your little hands could

-you sure are a strange thing, little child of man-

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Glimpses: Part 8 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: Babysteps are taken.

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: Hey y’all! I am really sorry it took me a while to get to this but tbh life hasn't been the easiest since I’ve last posted. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, even though it turned out completely different than I had anticipated. Definitely plan to throw another chapter your way this week. We’ll see :)

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Her soft lips move against yours as Kathryn’s hand finds her way into your hair. She pulls you closer and it seems like she wants to deepen the kiss, but before she gets any chance to do so, you break the contact.

“Kathryn…“, both of you are panting and you have to hold on to her upper thigh to steady yourself. You take in a deep breath as she looks at you with widened eyes, while a worried look is creeping onto her face. She immediately lets go of your neck. Still panting, she tries to form words.

“Sweetheart, I… I am so sorry! I… Oh my god!“ Her eyes widen and she removes herself completely from you and puts a few more inches in between the two of you. “Is this…? Did we…? Are you okay?“

You nod, slowly, because you need time to process. What struck you and made you speechless wasn’t the fact that she kissed you in the first place, no, you are absolutely confused by her harsh reaction to the occurring situation. You look at her, eyes wide open, as she is sitting way too far away from you and looks at you like something horrible has happened.

“Kathryn, hey, I AM okay. Very much so, stop worrying. All is good!“ You take her hand in yours. “I… I loved this. This is everything I have ever dreamed of…“ “But?…“, she impatiently interrupts you and you give her the look that a mother gives her children when they repeatedly reach for a toy they are not allowed to have. 

“But… This is not how I want this to go. Let me take you out on a date or something?  Let’s go eat somewhere or read or talk or just sit… But not in the back of a car in the middle of the night as we are both very much not sober, hm?“ She nods and the hiccup, that escapes her throat right after you take her hand into yours again, just tells you that you’re right.

The rest of the ride is calm and quiet as Kathryn clearly is tired and overwhelmed with all the love she has gotten all night. You opt to just sit with her in silence, noticing how her body slowly falls against yours until her head lands on her shoulder. She is asleep.

You move a strand of hair behind her ear - prompting a small smile to form on her lips and it makes you feel proud that you did the grown up thing and resisted the urge to take a step further, the urge to see how far she would go, not that you could sneakily slip your hand anywhere anyway, considering she was still wearing that one-piece that was hugging her in all the right places.

Shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts that are flooding your tipsy brain right now, you realize you’ve reached your neighborhood right as the car slows down on the side walk. Peter opens the window to look at you “Do you want me to take you directly to your house or do you want to walk the rest of the way?“

You really appreciate how considerate he is, but you have to tell your mom eventually anyway, so you opt for the safer option. “Take me directly home, please.“ He nods and his eyes wander to Kathryn, who is still asleep on your shoulder. “You’re good for her, I hope you know that.“, Peter says before closing the window again.

“YOU DID WHAT?“ You haven’t seen your best friend enraged like that ever before. “YOUR./NAME… YOU DID WHAT NOW?

Telling her that you were the one who broke off a kiss with Kathryn was probably not your smartest idea in a while. When you got home last night, you went straight to bed, but texted Alex that you were gonna call her as soon as you woke up to give her all the tea.

“I… I broke the kiss?“ You repeat and look at her, scared she will yell at you again.

“Honey! How??? Why? This could’ve very well been a one in a lifetime chance!“ She is not mad or anything, more shocked because she knows how much you’ve wanted this.

You look at her and both of you become serious for a moment. “It wasn’t right. We had too much to drink. I know she wanted it. We’ve had moments before, but… I just didn’t feel right, Alex. I don't know how to explain. Don’t get me wrong, I was into it, very much so, but I want the real deal. Not a car fling, you know?“ “You really are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I hope she knows how fortunate she is to know someone as respectful as you.“ It still felt unusual to talk about Kathryn that way. Even to your best friend. Even though you know you share everything with Alex that is there to share. Kathryn was Kathryn and you were… just you. But somehow, when the two of you are together, that doesn't matter at all. You don’t think about who she is when you are with Kathryn.

Right as you think about her, your phone lights up and you receive a message.

„Sweetheart, I really enjoyed having you around last night! Can’t wait to do it again. Packed week ahead, sadly, but would like to invite you to my garden again by the end of it? xxx K.“

For a moment, you smile and already want to text back, but you had read the message out to Alex as well and she doesn’t want you to text back just yet. “Can’t wait to do it again?“, she says. “Like as in the kiss or as in the night, well I mean the day, in general? DUDE. That’s huge!“ You hadn’t thought about it that way. Alex was wild sometimes. She would come up with things that you haven’t considered yet, but not always in a good way. Sometimes, she drops knowledge on you until your anxiety kicks in and she doesn’t even notice. Not this time, though.

This time, Alex’ remark only makes your chest swell with pride because, either way, it was a huge compliment. You let Kathryn know that you feel the same and you would love to visit her again.

The following week seems to be endless but somehow you make your way through it, especially with a Q&A that was announced Sunday night and would happen today. Kathryn is booked to watch an episode of her latest show Wandavision with some cast members on something like Zoom, where they can be seen by fans around the globe to promote upcoming shows and increase streams.

She had texted you a selfie earlier, and captioned it with how she was missing your compliments while getting ready, with a wink, of course, and you that made you even more excited to see her later. 

The event itself is cute, hundreds of fans are online and even though you can’t see the other fans, you all can feel the unity and love towards the cast. You’re sitting on your desk, laptop propped up in front of you with the stream, while you are FaceTiming Alex who stayed awake for the event like she always does.

“Kathryn is just soooo beautiful tonight.“ Alex swoons, as you watch her staring at the stream. Kathryn does look great. Her blue eyes are highlighted by the blue button up shirt she is wearing and her hair is loosely hanging down one side. Ben really outdid himself with tonight’s look. She smiles at something Lizzie says and they both laugh as they watch the scene where Agatha and Wanda are in the kitchen together.

“Many mouths make good gossip.“ Alex laughs and you can see Kathryn grin in the corner of your eyes as you look at her best friend. “Have you told her she looks beautiful yet?“

It was a logical question. Shooting her a message would be so easy and yet, you haven’t thought of it yet. You shake your head.

“Gurl! Take your phone and text her, NOW! Let’s gooooooo.“ She was right. You had the perfect chance right there and you were sure Kathryn would not be looking at her phone anytime soon. Most likely, she would only see your message after the event, so you decide to go for it after all.

“Looking really good tonight, Ms Hahn. ;)“ you finally type. It took you a couple tries and you reworded the message several times, trying to figure out what tone would fit best. After deleting the previous ideas, you just want to not send anything at all, but as you reread your final words , you feel satisfaction and that makes you decide to shoot your shot after all.  

Ales notices our internal struggle “Y/N! Send that freaking message NOW.“ You know she would take your phone and just press send if she was with you and you want this friendship to feel a little less distant tonight, so you immediately press send.

Immediately, the both of you keep your eyes on the stream to not miss any possible reactions and you were wrong. Kathryn actually does have her phone with her and you can tell she notices a message because she looses attention for a second and looks to her left.

You can tell she rethinks if she should pick up her phone or not, but before you can worry about the whole situation more, she reaches out for her phone and reads. The smile on her face is telling. She tries to tone the smile down but it still creeps onto her face on one side. You’re not sure, but you would also say that there is a little blush around her nose that you think is adorable and makes a warm feeling bubble up in your body. OH NO.

Shortly, she looks directly at the camera with the softest smile, before putting the phone back aside and giving her attention back to the cast and episode.

“JACKPOT!“ Alex celebrates an early win. „She loved it! See! Aaaaargh, I am SO GOOD AT THIS.“

 You roll your eyes. “You have a wife, honey, OBVIOUSLY you are.“

And while the two of you laugh about your antics and virtually high five because messaging Kathryn was a success,  the other fans on twitter are already freaking out about the mysterious message Kathryn has gotten and who it might've been from.

#Kathryn hahn #kathryn hahn x reader #Kathryn Hahn fan fiction #kathryn hahn x you #groupie #groupie au

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Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored (m.)

♤ pairing: jungkook/reader

♤ genre: 1920′s au, burlesque/clubsinger!reader, infidelity au , angst, smut.

♤ rating: mature

♤ word count: 17,000+

♤ warnings: infidelity/affair [plays a big role in story so please do not read if the topic makes you feel uncomfortable, hint: y/n is not the one getting cheated on LOL], A LOT of angst lol the smut is just an add on to the story basically, explicit language, cigar smoking, degradation, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (2), dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, sub!reader, teasing dom!jungkook, slight dry humping, mirror sex, fingering, hair pulling, cockwarming, marking, edging, nipple/breast worship, pussy eating, spanking, light choking, possession kink.

♤ summary: Once you were on that stage you were someone completely different, the manifestation of someone’s secret desire, becoming whatever image had of you in their head. Some days you were the innocent girl next door, other days the good girl gone wild, but the days he came you became what you had been for the past year, the other woman.

━ ❝  You got me some type of way, ain’t used to feelin’ this way. I do not know what to say, but I know I shouldn’t think about it. Took one fuckin’ look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste… You can say I’m hatin’ if you want to, but I only hate on her 'cause I want you. .❞

♤ thank u next series masterlist

♤ author’s note: i got the idea to make this story 20’s themed after rewatching 2 Chainz ft Ariana Grande’s which you can watch ☞ here, while the storyline itself is loosely inspired by her song break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored. You can also reference this video ☞ here to see what I reference in terms of style when I say burlesque dancer and what y/n and her coworkers encapsulate because I personally hate the flapper era style LOL, i’m more of a hollywood glam person, so finding this video was a godsend.  

Also fun fact, the Hollywood sign was originally built reading “Hollywoodland” in 1923, which is why it’s referred to as that in this story, it wasn’t until 1949 that “land” was removed. and because i’m setting this story in the mid to late 1920’s, Hollywood is barely establishing its reputation as the land of dreams and heartbreak & alcohol was illegal in the 20’s which is why i refer to Joon’s job as “illegal” lol .

comment, send an anon, like, reblog, and most importantly enjoy! 🤍 

“She’s the girl of your dreams, the sugar to your spice, give a warm welcome to Miss Lola de Ville,” Al’s voice booms across the club. Peeping your head out the curtains, you try your best not to be seen as you scan the audience, until finally you spot what you’re looking for. Immediately you feel your heart skip a beat.

Quickly giddying your way back to Mina’s dressing room, you could feel the anticipation and joy bubbling in your stomach, “He’s here tonight,” you sing, leaning against her door frame, watching her as she did her makeup.

She’s quick to roll her eyes, “Oh when isn’t he,” she says, fixing her lipstick, “he sure does awfully love your performances it seems,” a blush appears on your cheeks, “Is she with him tonight?” she queries, you quietly nod your head no. “And what song are you performing tonight little miss Y/N?” she asks, changing the topic once she sees your face of uncomfort.  

Immediately your eyes light up, “Al’s been playing these songs by some man named Louis Armstrong on the record player all week, and oh how I love his voice, and the lyrics he sings!” you gush.

“Oh tell me about it, he’s going to have to buy himself another vinyl if he keeps playing it the amount of times he does already, it’ll be all scratched up by the end of the week,” she pessimistically says, causing you to shrug. It wasn’t like Al didn’t have the money to buy as many as he’d like, this club of his was bringing him bank.  

“God am I ready to go home,” she complains, taking off the shiny silver ring on her left ring finger and placing it in its case, as men didn’t like giving tips to a woman with a ring on stage.

“How’s the wedding planning going along?” you ask, Mina lets out a dramatic sigh in response.

“Oh you know Joon, he doesn’t like the whole planning aspect of it, so most of it has been in my hands,” she chuckles, “but I know he’s excited, he’s just as much of a romantic as me.”

Namjoon, Mina’s long time fiancé, was not only the illegal bartender of the club you two worked in, but a long time friend of yours, the two of you going back long before he had ever met Mina. In fact it was he who got you this job to begin with, something you’d forever be in his debt for.

Namjoon of course didn’t mind that Mina had to take off her ring because he not only trusted, but respected Mina’s job. Honestly it would’ve been hypocritical for him to be anything but supportive, considering he met her here when he first started working at the club a couple of years ago. At the end of the day he was secure about his relationship, and the person she was coming home to after a night of performing was him and only him.

“Y/N what are you doing here, you go on in five!” a voice interrupts, you turn to see Al with his hands on his hips in a dramatized fashion.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll be out there right now,” you gulp, grabbing some perfume from Mina’s desk and quickly spritzing it on yourself., “How do I look?” you ask.

“You look good as always,” Mina reassures, despite only glancing at you for no less than a second, “hey and once you’re done tell Joon to have a cocktail ready for me by the time I’m done performing,” you nod, making your way out to the main stage.

“She’s got a voice sent from the heavens above, almost as smooth as a Friday’s glass of whiskey, she can sing, she can dance, she can act, she’s a triple threat of course! And to add to it all, she’s got the face of a doll, give a warm welcome for little miss y/n!”

Slowly, the curtains are pulled open, as you signal to the jazz band to start, another day, another dollar to make. You hear the cheers of men as you slowly take off your fur-made shoulder wrap, teasing the audience in what was hidden underneath. With every holler your ego only grows, knowing that all eyes were on you, including his.

Glancing in his direction, you find him staring at you in the same concentrated, sultry gaze he always did, purposely pouting your lips as you sang. You knew the power you held, the effect you had on those around you. Once you were on that stage you were someone completely different, the manifestation of someone’s secret desire, becoming whatever image they wanted you to be in their head, a figment of their imagination come to life so to speak.

Some days you were the innocent girl next door, other days the good girl gone wild, but the days he came you became what you had been for the past year, the other woman.

Unstrapping the leather of your heel, your feet immediately feel relief, as you kick off the black t-strap heels you had been wearing all night under your vanity desk. Though you loved wearing heels, the constant foot blisters caused by the cheap leather were definitely a downside.

Making yourself comfortable in your seat, you dump out the money from your tip jar, a smile appearing on your lips as you noticed the twenty dollar bill in the pile. Eagerly you grab it, excitedly crisping the sturdy green bill.

“They must've really liked that performance today,” a voice whispers to your ear from behind, catching you by surprise. You were used to him making a knock of some sort. Immediately you feel the tingle of goosebumps now prickling onto your skin, the giddy feeling in your stomach never getting old.

Slowly, he begins to give small pecks on your neck, every kiss lingering longer than the last. His lips then begin to softly suckle on your neck, causing you to push your head back in pleasure.

“Jungkook,” you complain, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Too bad that tip wasn’t from me,” he shades, clear annoyance coming from his tone. In your distracted state, he snatches the bill from your hands, causing you to immediately get up from your seat in an effort to get it back.

“Hey,” you childishly groan, trying to reach his arm which was now lifted in the air. Seeing that there was no use in trying, you give up. He then relaxes his arm, and begins to inspect the bill, your eyebrow raising at his action.

“What are you—”

He scoffs, rolls his eyes, and suddenly rips the bill into shreds. Eyes widening in shock, you  place a hand over your mouth. But as quick as the shock came, it was replaced by anger even quicker, “What the hell is wrong with you!” you shout, eyebrows now furrowed.

“It was a counterfeit, a fake,” he reiterates, leaving you slightly taken aback, but you try your best not to give a reaction.

“And,” you stutter, “And how are you so sure about that, huh?” you cross your arms, still upset at how sudden his actions were.

“Because this,” he pulls out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket, “is a real one,” he attempts to hand the bill to you, but is met with resistance on your side.

Pushing his hand away, you scowl, “I don’t want your money, I’ve told you that already,” you huff, feeling a slight tug at your heartstrings, your ego now bruised at both the fact that the bill was fake and that Jungkook felt compelled to replace it for you.

He hugs you from behind, rocking both you and him back and forth, “I know, I know,” he chuckles, “but seeing the way those men kept looking at you,” he pauses, now scowling, “I guess you can say I don’t like what’s mine being spoiled by others,” he ponders causing you to roll your eyes, still in his embrace nonetheless.

“It’s my job,” you jest, “not like I’m sleeping with them,” you shade, a sly smirk now on your face, as you feel his hardened member now rubbing against your ass, a clear sign that you weren’t the only feeling aroused.

“Feisty, huh?” he laughs, his right hand from behind slowly making its way around your neck, softly gripping your smooth skin. Soon enough, he begins to kiss you, your lips parting to let his tongue slowly go down further, the grip on your neck becoming tighter as the kiss deepens.

With his other free hand, he maneuvers under your robe, teasingly grazing over your thigh, almost as if waiting for the green light, “Just say the words,” he whispers into your ear, his fingers now tugging at the hem of your robe.

Without saying anything, you begin to untie it, the silk material dropping to the floor in a matter of seconds, now only in your bra and underwear, you whisper in return, “Fuck me,” and with that he’s quick to release the grip on your neck, turning you to face him. His kisses become sloppy as he signals for you to jump.

Now holding you up by the thighs, you link your arms around his neck as he places you on top of the vanity desk, careful to not push any of your perfume bottles, “I bet those men could only dream of having you like this,” he growls in between kisses, “Take off the bra,” he demands, his fingers now playing with the lace of your underwear.

With no second thought, you unclip the back of your bra, throwing it somewhere across your dressing room, desperate to have him inside you already. With one hand rubbing circles over the lace, the other rolls your hardened nipples in between his fingers, a smirk now plastered onto his face as he hears you trying to suppress your moans.

“Please Jungkook,” you whine, your thighs tightly wrapped against his waist, grinding yourself against his pants. Ignoring you, he sucks on the underside of your jaw, then to your neck, slowly making his way downward, until finally he’s softly sucking on your nipple.

“God that feels so good,” you pant, throwing your head back in complete utter bliss as he marks you, your hand gently tugging at his hair as he elicits the sweetest moans out of your mouth.

“All mine,” he groans, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, gonna have creaming all over my fucking cock,” continuing to suck on your nipples, his finger now slips under your underwear, placing them inbetween your folds, “Already this wet, kitten?” he mocks, “Those men out there have no idea how much of a whore you are,” his fingers begin to move up and down your clit, doing nothing but teasing you.

“Please Jungkook,” your voice shakes, the need to feel something, anything, inside you becoming much too overwhelming. Slowly he sinks his index finger into your pussy, pumping it in and out of you until gradually he slips in another, your wetness making it easy to do so. You arch your back against the vanity’s mirror in pleasure, “Mm, faster Jungkook,” you manage to breathe out, his two fingers soaked with your wetness.

“So tight,” he mutters his pace now quickening at your command, “Look at you, already wanting to cum,” he mocks, “How do you expect to take my cock huh?” he mumbles into your neck, ready to add a third finger, “Answer me,” he demands, bringing his other hand to your neck once again.

“Because,” you’re unable to reply, now feeling your release coming to light,  “I’m boutta—” you whimper, with every movement you feel it coming closer and closer until suddenly he slows his pace, very much denying you from your release only causing you to let out a cry in complaint, the pressure that had built up immediately slowing down, “Jungkook,” you whine.

“You didn’t answer me,” he teases, pulling your underwear off, now having you completely undressed. Getting on his knees, he parts your legs wide open, your pussy being nothing but a glorious sight to him. Gently he swipes his finger across your sensitive folds, knowing that your senses were heightened from the denial, “Such a pretty pussy,” he teases, now rubbing circles onto your clit, “I bet you taste so good,” he pulls his finger away, suckling on the wetness that coated his finger, “so it does,” he says.

���Use your tongue,” you needily whisper, not sure at how long you’d be able to handle all the teasing, “please,” you cry, hoping that he’d do something soon. He drops wet, messy, kisses along your thighs, your skin now prickling in anticipation. He was purposely taking his time, finding pleasure at your squirming. A part of you just wants to push his head for your selfish reasons, but you knew that it’d get you nowhere because at the end of the day he was in full control, and you would just have to deal with the pleasurable torture.

With every kiss, suckle, and lick, you could practically feel yourself trembling, “Please Jungkook,” you beg, but he only hums in response, continuing with his wicked game of torture. Unable to control yourself, you let go of his hair, now maneuvering your hand to your pussy in a desperate effort to soothe the ache that had long been built up.

But just as you’re about to begin to pleasure yourself, his own reflexes are quick to grab you by the hand, roughly pushing it down onto the desk in an effort to stop you, “Mm mm mm,” he coos, “A slut like you doesn’t get to be in control, remember that kitten,” he sings, making a nodding motion with his finger.

Soon enough, you feel his warm tongue on your clit, licking and sucking through your folds, his index finger rubbing at your clit all at the same time. “Oh my God, right there,” you moan, the tension you felt immediately being released as he indulged himself further into your folds, pumping his finger back into your pussy once more, this time rubbing at your g-spot, your folds completely soaked with both your fluids and his saliva. Your orgasm once again was building up and as a result your pussy clenched around his fingers, your muscles going limp as you knew it was coming closer.

“You’re gonna cum for me, kitten?” you vigorously nod your head in response, physically squirming at his words, “Cum for me,” he breathes out, the euphoric feeling overcoming you, as you felt the waves of your orgasm hit, leg trembling at the sensation. Immediately he begins to plant soft kisses among your thighs, softly caressing you as you came down from your high.

He gets up from his knees, beginning to gently place kisses onto your cheek, “What a good girl,” he teases, going in to kiss you. You place your hand at the back of his head as you deepen the kiss, transforming the kiss to nothing but tongue and saliva. The two of you now making out on the vanity once again, his hardened cock rubbing against your bare pussy, the fabric of his pants acting as the only barrier in between.

He groans once you playfully you graze your other hand over the fabric, the idea of having his cock filling you up only exciting you, “I need you to fuck me,” you whisper into his ear, arousal dripping from every word as you played with the waistband of his pants.

“Is that what you want, kitten?” he asks, now unbuttoning his pants, and pulling out his thick, large cock, “Such a little whore, singing and dancing for those men,” he seethes, the look of jealousy presently on his face, “if only they could hear the way you squirm for me,” he chuckles, “just how needy and desperate you become for my cock,” you gasp as you feel his head now teasing the slit of your entrance, “How I have you moaning my name,” he whispers, suckling at the nip of your neck.  

“Put it in already,” you whine, ready to have his cock thrusting in and out of you, and so with that he slowly pushes his head which was covered in pre-cum into your hole, your wetness from earlier making it easy for him to slip it in, while your hot walls take him in with ease just as the many nights before, but still the pressure of the stretch was something you’d never get used to.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts, impusivley pulling your hair from the back as his girth pushed it’s way inside of you, taking a moment to allow the two of you to adjust, his cock now buried deep within you, “Tell me when you’re ready Y/N,” he sincerely says, having seen the momentary look of discomfort on your face.

Nodding once you were ready, he begins to slowly thrust, the items you had on the vanity beginning to jump at the sudden movement of the desk. Your moans and the squelching sound from the movement of his cock and your wetness now fill the room, his pace quickening with every deep thrust.

“Oh fuck—” you cry, his own grunts and moans mixing with yours.

“This is my pussy, you got that?” all you can do is nod in response, his thrust getting harder and sloppier, until suddenly he stops, “Turn around and bend over the desk,” he commands, pulling out and pumping his girth with his hand, not wanting to lose momentum.

It was shocking really, the countless number of times you two have fucked in between show sets, prior, and after, and each and every time it felt as good and exciting as the first time.

Eagerly you turn around, laying your stomach flat on top of the vanity’s surface, your dripping soaked pussy in full view for him, the cold air of the room along with the lack of fullfiness in your cunt causing you to let out a small whine, desperate to have Jungkook’s cock warm you up again, “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs to himself, looking at your face from the reflection in the mirror as he began to stuff your pussy with his cock once again.

He begins to thrust again, each one feeling fuller than the last, “Fuck Jungkook,” you cry, his cock now hitting your g-spot in this position, “Faster baby,” the friction from his steady rythym now wasn’t enough, as you felt another orgasm incoming.

“Faster?” he asks, “You said it,” he laughs, now pounding against your walls at a pace that was so overwhelming, you were almost sure that anyone within ten yards could probably hear you. “You nasty little slut, just look at yourself,” he groans, yanking you by the hair and forcing you to look at the reflection of yourself in the mirror in front of you, “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this,” he quickens his his pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, “And only me, you got that?” all you could do was moan in response, resulting in a hard spank to your ass, “Answer me!” he groans, as you grip onto the corners of your vanity’s desk, his cock pounding harder and harder within your walls every passing second.  

“Mmhm only you Jungkook!” you cry, placing your hand on the mirror, trying not to lose balance of yourself, “I’m so close,” you manage to breathe out, the tight feeling in your abdomen signaling that you were going to cum any moment, his breathy moans also telling you that he was close to bottoming out as well.

He tilts down, the sounds of his panting now directly behind your ear, “That’s my girl,” he whispers, pushing your hair away from your neck to give you a small kiss. Seconds later, your vision goes white as you feel the final rush of stimulation washing over you, as he quickly pulls out and pumps his own release onto your back. The two of you now catching your breath, completely exhausted.

He buttons his pants back up, grabbing your things from the floor as well as a towel from your rack, gently cleaning you up as you remain in your position, too tired to even stand. “Come on,” he whispers, gently pulling you from behind so that he could pick you up, your body always feeling completely limp post-orgasm, add the fact that this was post-work as well, you had every reason to be tired.

Placing you on the small love-seat couch you had in your dressing room, which was generally used for—nevermind that, he helps dress you, guiding your legs through the underwear holes, laughing at your groans whenever you’d miss. “Come on, stop being lazy,” he teases, only resulting in another groan from you. You cross your arms again and pout like a kid, a huge grin now on his face. Gently, he cups your face, playfully squishing your cheeks in the process, just like he always does, only causing you to roll your eyes.

“Why do you always do that?” you manage to say, his hands still squeezing the life out of your cheeks.

“Because it’s cute,” he gives you a peck on the lips before finally letting them go, allowing you to place your robe back on, “You’re cute,” he nuzzles into your neck, the two of you to falling back on the couch, as he then begins to tickle you.

“Stop,” you begin to hysterically laugh, his fingers prancing around the sides of your stomach, “Jun—Jungkook stop,” you breathe out, a toothy grin on his face as he attempted to avoid your playful kicks.

To any other person, this loving moment between you two would cause nothing of the suspicion, hell, they’d probably even mistake the golden band on his finger as the sacrament of your holy matrimony. It was moments like these where you questioned where your relationship with the married man stood, where you’d ask yourself at what point had the line blurred between only doing this for fun and actually having feelings?

Slowly Jungkook stops tickling you once he notices that your laughs had begun to die down, and your face had become serious,“Hey what’s wrong?” he asks with genuine concern in his voice.

You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on your thoughts too much, “It’s nothing really,” you give him a small smile.  Momentarily he stares at you, seeming unconvinced by your answer.

“Let’s go home?” you stare at him wide-eyed, home?

“Wait what?”

“I asked if you’d like me to take you home?” he chuckles, though you knew you must’ve heard him wrong, the sinking feeling in your heart hurt just as much, a part of you secretly hoping that you were wrong.

“Oh um,” you respond, “no it’s fine Jungkook, I’ll just um,” you run a hand through your hair, “I’ll just ask Joon, I think he should still be cleaning up, and Mina is probably bored waiting,” you force a laugh. He furrows his eyebrows, unsure about leaving you here, but relents nonetheless.

“Hm, okay then,” he says, giving you a departing kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon, alright?” you nod your head, the forced smile on your face quickly dropping the moment he walks out the door.  

“You sure are loud, Namjoon was complaining about wanting ear muffs while he cleans,” Mina laughs, now entering your dressing room, Jungkook having left several minutes ago. She expects you to laugh like you usually do, or even throw a smart remark in return, but instead you remain silent, staring at your reflection in the vanity’s mirror. Your eyes were puffy from crying, because in those minutes that Jungkook had left, a feeling of shame had washed over you. “Hey, what’s wrong kiddo?” she walks towards you, quickly grabbing a tissue from the tissue box you had on your desk, beginning to wipe the run down mascara from your cheeks, softly running her other hand through your hair in an effort to comfort you.

Sniffling, you shake your head in refusal to talk, “Hey, come on, you know you can tell me anything,” she reassures, “It’s better to let things out, than to have it build up,” she frowns, the sight of seeing you cry breaking her heart.

“I,” you struggle to say what’s on your mind, “I love him,” you whisper, voice breaking as you finally said what you’d long known. For a second she stares at you, her faint gasp quickly hidden as she continues to comfort you.

“Oh Y/N,” she sighs, sad that she is unable to find the words that could make this all better. If only Namjoon was—

“What’s going on he—” Namjoon furrows his eyebrows as he sees the sight of his fianceé comforting his long time friend, who now had her face buried in her hands.

“I love him so much, and everytime he comes here I just wanna tell him,” you pause, “I wanna tell him everytime he walks out that door that he could be with me, that I want him to love me,” you cry, “that the only reason I keep seeing him is because I hope one day he just magically wakes up and walks through that door to tell me that he wants to be with me and only me, not her.”

You push your hair back in distress, “And you have to understand I never meant for things to go this far,” you quietly mumble, “and at first it was just a one time thing, nothing but a tiny sin, I thought I wouldn’t ever see him again, but now it’s become so much more,” you sigh, “And I know what I’m doing is wrong, but I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t feel anything.”

Namjoon walks over to you, crouching down so that you could face him, “Hey, we’re not here to judge you,” he firmly states, gently pulling your hands away from your face so that you could make eye contact with him, “you have every right to feel the way you do, you hear me?” slowly you nod your head in response as he lets out a chuckle, “Hell, we wouldn’t be human if we didn’t act selfishly here and there,” he pauses, “but what you do need to do is tell him because you’re right, you can’t keep doing this, or else you’ll be stuck in the same old place forever, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” he flashes you his famous old dimpled smile, Mina rubbing small circles on your shoulder as an extra layer of comfort.

“I’m scared,” you whisper. It was true, you were, because what if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he told you that there was no way he’d ever leave her for you? That the feeling of love which had only been growing stronger for the past year would remain as nothing more than a fantasy.

“You’ll never know till you say something,” he gives you a small comforting smile, “Come on let’s get you home little miss Y/N,” he pats your lap, getting up from his crouched position, your Friday night coming to its end.

Jungkook opens the door to his home, genuinely tired from the long week, simply ready to go to bed. “So, where were you?” he hears a voice from behind say. Sighing, he turns around to face his wife of three years, who was currently dressed in her overseas designed silk-purple nightgown, one of the many she owned.

His eyes glance around the room, refusing to make eye contact, “I went out to get drinks with Jimin, you know... the usual for a Friday night,” he wonders how long she’s been waiting for him, honestly it had been a while since she pulled something like this.

“All the bars close at ten, it’s twelve,” she tries to firmly state, but instead her voice cracks, “I have Amelia calling me telling me that Jimin’s gotten hom—”

“Catherine,” he begins, his voice hoarse at how tired he was, “Can we just talk about this some other day? I’m just really tired and,” he shakes his head, combing his hand through his hair, hoping she’d understand.

Catherine momentarily stares at him in silence, an emotionless look on her face before turning and going back upstairs to their bedroom. Jungkook decides to serve himself a glass of whiskey before going to bed in hopes of getting rid of the heavy guilty feeling that weighed over him, and that maybe tonight it’d just be best to sleep on the couch.

“Blue or Red?” you dangle the two outfits from their hangers in front of Jungkook, who was relaxing on your dressing room’s couch, exhausted from the sex you two just had, “I’ve personally been told blue is more of my color, but I feel like red makes me pop out a whole bunch more, and well I need those tips,” you ramble, “So what do you think?”

It had been about two weeks since you last saw him, and since your little breakdown, and though you had taken Namjoon’s words into consideration, the courage to actually go through with it just wasn’t there. Instead you had decided that you needed to wait for the right moment to tell him, and though you weren’t exactly sure when that moment would be, you were definitely sure that when it did happen, maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out how you pictured it to be.

He stretches his arms, releasing a yawn, “Mm,” he hums, “how bout none and you call it a day,” he winks, resulting in a playful hit to the shoulder from you. You gasp as he pulls you to sit on his lap, “And what song are you singing tonight kitten?” he asks.

“Mm I don’t know yet,” you laugh, “might just come up with something last minute,” you joke, but secretly you always did want to venture into composing and writing your own music, weekly newspapers citing that across the country in Hollywoodland, people who could sing, dance, and act, could achieve overnight worldwide fame.

Hollywoodland was a dream, an unrealistic one of course, but a dream nonetheless. Who knows, maybe one day you could make it big out there, but for now you had to focus on where you were locally “famous” : Al’s Melody Noir.

“And become the next Hollywoodland star?” he teases, quickly squishing your cheek before you could knock his hand away.

You shrug, “Hey, you never know,” you smile, “someone in the crowd might just hand me a one way ticket,” you say causing him to roll his eyes and playfully tighten the grip he had on your waist.

“Why not audition for Broadway or something,” he pouts his lips, “they can always use a star like you,” he sings.

“Because I don’t want to be a Broadway star,” you say, “I want to be a Hollywood star,” you grin, “I mean no offense to those Broadway stars, they’re talented and all, but I’m telling you right now that in 50 years from now, the names that are going to be remembered will be the ones who are on that big screen,” Jungkook quietly hums in response, no longer wanting to entertain this topic.

Grabbing his wrist, you glance at his wrist watch, “Ooo, I’m about to go on,” you yelp, quickly getting up from his lap and making any final touch ups to your hair, he gets up as well now getting ready to head out. “Are you sure you can’t stay to see me perform tonight?” you plead, the doe eyed look on your face making it hard for him to say no, but he had to, it was the sole reason why he came to see you before your time slot.

“You know I can’t doll,” he gives you a small kiss on the lips, “I got a whole bunch of paperwork to catch up on tonight,” he sighs, he wasn’t lying either. The stock market was booming as of late, especially because of the newly profound industrial boom, being a stockbroker right now was not only a stressful job but one where any little mistake could cost absolutely everything, “Next time I’ll be there, I promise,” he plants another kiss to your forehead, “And don’t put on too much of a show for em!” he shouts as he walks out.

You look at yourself one last time in the mirror, “Let’s do this,” you whisper, ready to make that stage yours once again.

“Oh you should've seen us having to push that car down the road, whoever this Henry Ford man is needs to learn how to make his cars weight lighter,” Mina complains, you and Namjoon laughing as the three of you were now together at the bar, Namjoon still on the clock of course.

Despite it being a rainy day, tonight was a full house, the club full of upper New York socialites occasionally some of them with their wives and girlfriends. Gambling tables were surrounded by both business men and mafia members. It was clubs like Al’s where you’d see the two different worlds collide and openly interact with one another, but honestly most of these men went hand and hand with each other. Not like there really was that much of a difference between them.

Mina puffs out the smoke from her cigar, “Look, I even chipped my nail,” she flaunts her left hand, Namjoon laughs at her obvious attempt to show off her shiny engagement ring.

“Hey don’t go flaunting it around too much,” he playfully says, but both you and Mina knew that behind that joking tone, he was definitely being serious.

She leans over the front bar rail, dramatically puckering her lips, to which he of course places his lips on, “Hey, get a room!” you complain, “Al sees you two doing that on the clock and he’ll have you two written up!” you laugh.

“Hey I’m on my break,” she clarifies, “And so are you, and if I’m looking at the clock correctly you go on in forty, and you have yet to change.”

Getting up from the bar stool, you dramatically groan in annoyance, now pursing your lips, “Didn’t realize you wanted me gone so badly.”

“Ah you know I’m just joking Y/N,” she passes you her glass of whiskey, “A shot for good luck,” she winks, and so reluctantly you slug down the remainder of her drink, the burning sensation not at all feeling pleasant, as your nose immediately wrinkled at its taste.

“I don’t know how you two drink this stuff,” you say, a childish look of disgust on your face, “it’s banned for a reason you know.”

“You get used to it,” Namjoon comments, “Now get going! Because of all this small talk, you only got thirty minutes left, and we all know how long you take!” he scolds, making a motion with his hand for you to start walking.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” you roll your eyes, now making your way back to your dressing room.

“Remember to show em what you’re made of Miss Hollywoodland,” Mina shouts, as you now shook your head in laughter as you left.

You walk towards your dressing room, still laughing to yourself at Mina’s little comment. Tonight was already a good night, your tips seeing a slight increase after your new performance which of course you’d have to count singularly later to get exact numbers. But for now all you wanted to simply do was change, get your last performance over with, catch a cab, and go to bed. The sound of the rain pouring outside would be nothing but relaxing once you got home, that was for sure.

“Mina, Mina, Mina,—” you mumble to yourself, grabbing the handle to your dressing room, ready to just kick off your heels. But what you see in front of you once you open the door immediately confuses you, as someone was occupying your vanity chair. It wasn’t until you looked at the reflection of the mirror that the heavy feeling weighing on your chest dropped down to your stomach. Because there she was sitting with her legs crossed, fixing her crimson colored lipstick in the mirror.

Standing there in silence, your eyes study her body language. In a way she seemed eerily relaxed, her shoulders weren’t tensed like yours, and her breathing seemed steady. The complete opposite of you.

The tension in the room was so thick, you were unsure of what to say because really what was there for you to say? You knew why she was here, she knew why she was here, so then why did everything feel so uneasy, like a bubbling bottle ready to pop off at any moment.

You want her to scream, to tell you off, to do something that you would expect from her, but instead she hums a tune, continuing to fix her lipstick, not once making eye contact with you, until finally she breaks her silence. A quiet, sly, chuckle coming from her lips.

“You know when I first met Jungkook I remember my heart feeling as if it was going to leap out of my chest,” she calmly shares, “Our respective families had introduced the two of us to one another at some horse racing event in New Orleans, my mother pulling me to the side to tell me that he was an up and coming stockbroker, not that it mattered anyway, I had already been swept off my feet from the moment I laid my eyes on him,” she scoffs at recalling the memory, “and you know I’d like to think that just for that one day he felt the same thing I had felt for him.”

She pauses, hazily looking at her reflection in the mirror, still not having glanced in your direction. “We got married a couple months later, bought our first home here in New York, and every morning I’d make him his cup of coffee and kiss him off for work. I remember thinking about just how perfect my life had come out to be. I was buying custom dresses from Europe, and having my pearls imported from the southern China sea, everything a girl could dream of,” she looks down at the ring placed on her left index finger, shining as bright as ever, “I remember bragging to my friends about my perfect life, and they would tell me that all I needed was the kids,” she laughs, “The other housewives would gossip to me about husbands cheating on their wives’ and I would think to myself how Jungkook would never do that to me, that he loves me too much do something like that.”

“But what I had failed to realize was that I was always viewing things from my perspective,” she shakes her head, almost as if disappointed with herself, “I guess it’s due to the way I was raised, I mean I was a spoiled child who grew up in a wealthy family, never once did I see things from the perspective of others,” she comments, “because maybe if I had I would’ve realized that my husband had quickly fallen out of love with me, or hell he may have never been in love with me to begin with,” the lurching feeling of guilt resurfaces itself from the pits of your stomach, the need to vomit almost excruciating, “but I didn’t,” she bitterly scoffs.

“And so when a friend of mine and her husband invited us to some underground new club in town that was getting all kinds of reviews from the drinks, to the dancers, and the triple threat of a star who could sing, dance, and act. I thought sure, why not? We had gone to many different clubs before where there’d be dancers who walked around with nothing but tiny little stickers across their nipples, and not once did I have to worry about his eyes straying too far,” she finally makes eye contact with you through the reflection of the mirror, “until he saw you that night.”

Getting up from your seat, her heels clack on the wooden floor as she makes her way towards you. Her calm demeanor reminding you of a snake ready to bite at any moment, “I don’t know how you two started off, or who initiated it first because God I honestly stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago,” she pauses, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to prevent herself from breaking down, “At first I thought you were going to be nothing but a phase, something temporary, something he was just doing out of compulsion, that it could’ve been anyone that he was going to commit adultery with.”

She stares at you, her eyes watery, a pool of emotions found in her eyes, “So then when I found myself having to go to that damn club every week, just to,” her voice finally cracks, the pristine glass cup that she was finally breaking, “Just to have to see him stare at you with those eyes every night to the point where he wouldn’t even tell me to come anymore, he’d be going out in the middle of the night just to see you in that damn club for God’s sake!” she cries, her face now red at her lash out.

You stare at her wide-eyed, frozen in place as she’s only inches away from you, an intense chill going down your spine.

“He’s,” she pauses, “He’s my husband,” her voice trembles in hysteria, “My husband,” she repeats, as if trying to reassure herself.

Finally, you manage to stutter something out, “I—I didn’t know at—”

“First?” she scoffs, “Is that the excuse you’re going to give me? What about the second time? Or the third? And the fourth and every other time afterward, huh? All those times you’d spot him in the crowd with me only being a couple of feet away from him, or did you just block me out of your mind so you could sleep at night? Is that it?” she yells. “You just couldn’t do it, huh? You just couldn’t stay away from him, like the dirty tramp you are,” she spat, looking at you with nothing but disgust, “Well say something goddammit! Instead of looking at me with that stupid look on your face!” her voice shakes.

“I never meant for it to go this far,” you whisper, lowering your head in shame, “You have to believe me.”

“I don’t have to believe anything from the likes of someone like you,” she snaps. The heavy feeling on your chest only weighs harder as you realized you needed to tell her the truth, the truth on what you really felt. Slowly you raise your gaze to meet hers, the lump in your throat fighting against the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“I love hi—”

The sound of the crack of skin contacting skin echoes off the walls, a deafening silence immediately following afterward. As if time was frozen in its place. She slowly looks at her trembling hand which was now vibrating in a pain that etched from the center of her palm to the tip of her fingertips, it’s bright red appearance matching the new welt on your face. You stare at her wide eyed, hand now clutching cheek in pain, no possible words articulating in your head.  

The look on her face is one that’ll haunt you to your grave, it’s the look of someone you had first-hand in breaking. The tears that were currently gracefully falling from her eyes weren’t from a place of sorrow, but the buildup of anger and pain.

She should've felt some kind of remorse. But she didn't. Not one organ in her body could produce a gland of guilt for her actions because at the end of the day this was the least you deserved. She glances at the mark she’s left on your cheek, bitterly scoffing, not because it was big or anything but because it was in fact a cut. A small one where her wedding ring had caught you, a permanent scar that’ll remind you every morning when you look in the mirror of what you’d done. And she hoped, no, she wanted you to feel shame whenever you looked at it.

“You stay away from my husband,” she pleads demands, quickly grabbing her bag from your vanity, and rushing her way out, leaving you there to reflect on everything that just happened.

Jungkook sighs, flipping to the next document on his desk, a night full of work ahead of him. New clients needed to be accommodated, considering everyone wanted a piece of the pie that was the New York Stock Exchange.

Tonight it was raining, a downpour in fact, the prelude to an up and coming storm. The thunder already beginning to cry out from the sky above, the trees around his home writhing and flailing against his window.

Getting up from his desk, he closes up the window as well as shutting the blinds, turning on his shaded glass lamp which provided the dim lighting he always liked working in. The muffled sound of the rain comforting as well.

Catherine was out to God knows where, mumbling something about a girl’s night out before walking out, which of course he didn’t mind, but it was getting quite late. He shrugs off the concern, instead continuing with his work.

Ah she must be back already, he thinks to himself, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. Suddenly he hears his office door open, “So you’re back already,” he says, not bothering to look up from his paperwork.

He’s met with silence.

Looking up, he’s taken back by the woman standing in front of him. Because there she was, hair and clothes drenched in water along with mascara running down her eyes. A haunting empty look in her eyes.

Quickly he gets up, eyebrows furrowing in worry, “Why are you—Where—What happened?” he finally manages to ask, but she remains silent, staring off at the bookcase behind his desk.

“Catherine you’re soaking! I thought you went to Amelia’s?” he chides, but again she remains silent, until slowly she moves her pupils to his direction.

The two stare at each other for what seems like forever, words not having to be spoken in order to know what exactly was happening. He turns to break the gaze, the feeling of shame that he had been pushing off for so long bubbling in his stomach.

A low staggered laugh comes out of her mouth, steadily becoming louder and louder, booming across the room until tears are now falling from the corners of her eyes, as she goes into a fit of hysteria until finally she begins to sob. “I thought I could live with it,” she whispers in between, “I thought things were going to end at some point between the two of you—”

“Catherine,” he starts, but she’s quick to cut him off.

“But it never did!” she laughs, making a small motion to her head, “and it was there like an itch at the back of my mind all the time,” she lets out a breath in disbelief, “and I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Catherine, it’s not what you think it is,” he sighs, causing her to only laugh.

“She loves you, you know that right?” she bitterly scoffs, recalling your words from earlier, “And God help me, because I think you might love her too,” she finally cries out, finally saying the thought she’d kept buried in her mind for so long out loud. The feeling of suffocation finally coming to an end.

“For a wife to have to witness the entirety of her husband falling for another woman,” her voice trembles, “to have to witness the exact moment that you fell in love with her,” she whispers, vigorously shaking her head in denial,“ I don’t even wish that upon my worst enemy,” she lets out a choked sob.

All he could do is stare at her, no words at the tip of his tongue, nothing he could say or do to comfort her. “So,” she grimaces, as if fighting to get the words out of her mouth, but she needed to ask. She needed to hear him say it.

“Do you love her?”

He remains silent. He can’t even bring himself to deny it, she thinks to herself. You could hear a pin drop fall at how silent the room was.

“I’m going to bed,” she whispers, the feeling of defeat draining her as she walks out of the room leaving Jungkook to stand there by himself, the thunderstorm outside finally coming to an end.

“Al doesn’t pay me enough for this,” you groan, scrubbing the wood floors with your bristled brush. Tonight it was your turn to close up the club, and though Namjoon usually offered to stay and help you, he had sadly caught a cold, and so instead tonight you were stuck with Al himself to clean up, which of course meant you’d be stuck doing everything. He was already out front doing God knows what, most likely smoking a cigar or something.

It had been weeks since your encounter with Catherine, as well as your last visit from Jungkook, which you could only assume had to do with said situation. Honestly the whole situation had been anxiety inducing, having gone directly home after the whole ordeal, not bothering to say goodbye to Namjoon or Mina as you left, still stuck in the state of shock that you were in.

Even the usual taxi driver who normally drove you home after work was worried at your silence throughout the whole trip. Usually you kept him updated on the different things going on in the club, especially since he was always interested in, in his words, “innovations you young people are making.”

“She was dame, in love with a guy,” you continue to scrub the floor, now humming the song from a movie you had watched a couple a days ago,  “She stuck with him but didn’t know why,”  

“Everyone blamed her, Still they all named her,” you hear a familiar voice playfully sing, “True Blue Louuuuu,” Jungkook stretches out the final word, now standing in front of you, a warm smile on his face. He was dressed in his usual suit attire, his parted hair with no hair out of place only symbolizing his calm attitude for things.

Quickly getting up, you pat down your skirt of any possible dirt, “How did you—” Before you could even finish asking, your mind immediately answers the question for you, “Al,” you let out a laugh, that man will truly let anyone into his club.

“It’s not like he doesn’t recognize me by now,” he chuckles, opening his arms for embrace, which hesitantly you accept. Jungkook, taken aback by your reluctance, cups your face like he usually does and attempts to give you a pop kiss, which you quickly maneuver your way out of thus confirming something was wrong. “Hey,” he whines, pouting his lower lip.

Gently you push him off, picking up the bucket of dirty water from the floor, silently ignoring his antics, “Y/N,” he grabs your hand as you turn away from him.

Knowing there was nothing in this situation you could do but face him, you sigh, “What?” you harshly say, your attitude causing the dirty bucket of water to slip from your hands, “Ugh,” you groan, a headache now rising, “Look what you made me do,” you hiss.

He lifts his hands in his defence, “Hey, I didn’t make you do anything kitten,” your heart skips a beat at the pet name, but you’re quick to shrug the feeling off, huffing as you went to go get the mop from behind the bar stand, Jungkook only following. “I know you’re mad,” he begins, only raising a bitter laugh out of you.

You inhale a breath of fresh air, trying to keep your composure, “Me? Mad? No!” you narrow your eyes at him.

Laughing at your sarcasm, he responds, “And I understand why—”

You cut him off, “How could you possibly understand? You’re not the one who got slapped across the face,” you frown, clenching your jaw, “I even got a left with a scar because of it,” you angrily point to the small cut under your right eye, where her ring had caught you, “and this is my good side!” you throw in.  

“You can’t even notice it—”

“That’s not the point!”  you glare at him, “The point it, is that I can’t keep doing this,” you exhale loudly, “It’s-it’s” you stutter, firmly pressing your lips together, “it’s wrong,” you finally admit to him. Catherine’s words echo in your head, the image of her sobbing in front of you still fresh in your mind, “and so I,” you hesitate to say the next words, but it was now or never, “I think you need to choose, me or her? Because we can’t keep doing this, and you can’t expect me to stay in this position.”  

“We’re getting a divorce.”

“For the rest of my life, because— wait what?” you bring your ramble to an immediate halt, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“We’re getting a divorce,” he firmly repeats, completely making eye contact you, not even a twitch of the brow to signal if he was lying or not, “it’s why I haven’t been coming for the past few weeks, been filing paperwork and all that other time consuming stuff,” the two of you stand there in silence, the words barely sinking in for you as you owlishly stare at the wall behind him, nothing but a blank expression on your face.  

This is what you wanted … you just hadn’t expected the answer to be dropped as a bombshell like this one. Was it wrong to feel … happy? Overjoyed? Excited? He’s choosing you, you tell yourself. He’s choosing you, you repeat to yourself. He’s choosing to try and have a future with you. “Earth to Y/N,” he waves his hand in front of you, bringing you back to reality.

You glance at the ring that’s haunted you since the day you met him, it’s emptiness being nothing but a marvelous sight, the corners of your lips slowly twitching upward. Jumping into his arms, you scatter his face with kisses, the sudden burst of energy you felt was a high you were sure you’d never feel again in your life.

“There’s my girl,” he mumbles into your ear, both his arms grabbing you to keep you steady. A part of you wants to ask him what happened, the itch to know more details almost excruciating, but instead you choose to enjoy the moment, deciding you’d ask him some other day. With this news, you’d have an eternal amount with him.

Gently, he places you down from his hold, “And I have news that’ll have you near passing out,” you quirk your brows, there was more? “So I think you might need to hold on to the bar or something,” he grins, the feeling of anticipation now creeping under your skin.

“Well get on with it,” you rush him, doubting that the grin on your face could become even bigger.

“The firm I work under throws these annual um…” he looks up, trying to find the right word for the event, “balls,” he smugly grins, “and well a lot of Broadway producers attend, who certainly have connections with people in Hollywoodland, and well let’s just say I pulled some strings and,” he dramatically pauses, building suspension, “you’ll be performing a set for them in a week from now, as my date of course.”

Your mouth hangs loose at his words, “No,” you say in complete bewilderment, feeling as if your head was in the clouds, but your feet were on the ground all at the same time, “What am I going to where? Sing? Oh my—” you ramble, “Jungkook I,” you stop yourself from continuing, instead pulling him another hug, the warmth you felt being in his arms being truly indescribable. Things were looking up, and you were definitely excited for what was to come for the two of you.

“So is it a yes?”

“Of course—”

“Not!” Amelia, Catherine’s long time friend and Jimin’s wife of two years, sneers, her teeth grinding at the mention of you, “This is not your fault Catherine! So don’t you dare say that,” she frowns, the two were currently strolling through her garden, Catherine finally admitting everything to her friend.

“I know it's not,” her heels clack against the cemented paveway, her hands softly grazing against the roses next to her, “but I keep asking myself,” she scoffs, “could this have been avoided?” Amelia’s who was already about to say something is stopped by Catherine, who raises her finger to signal that she could explain, “I mean I could’ve saved myself the trouble, leave the first sign there was of not even the affair, but the first sign of him just not loving me,” she chuckles, “I don’t know, I just keep trying to find answers to all my questions when really they’re all right there in front of me … I just refuse to face them,” she tugs at the rose petal she’d been grazing her fingers on for the last minute, watching it as it fell to the ground.

Amelia scowls at Catherine’s words, “Maybe if that whore of a woman learned how to respect marriages,” she snarls, unable to comprehend how Catherine could possibly be making excuses for you and Jungkook, “then this whole ordeal wouldn’t be happening. She’s going to get what’s coming to her one day.”

Loudly, Catherine exhales a breath of air, exhausted of going in circles with this conversation, honestly she didn’t expect any good advice from Amelia, she just needed an outlet to keep herself sane, “I expected to hate him,” Catherine shakes her head in dismay, “ No, I wanted to hate him, something to masquerade my hurt,” the nights of wishful thinking and crying in bed begin to cloud her mind, “It was like I was desperately waiting for the feeling to consume me, hoping the feeling would wash over me all at once,” she blankly stares at the roses in front of her, “the same way the ocean washes over a seashore at night, you know? But instead I was forced to slowly experience every raw feeling that stemmed from this situation.”

Coming to a halt, Catherine pulls out a cigar from her purse, signalling to Amelia that she needed a lighter, only causing her friend’s face to scrunch in confusion. Catherine rolls her eyes, “Why are you acting like you don’t smoke, Jimin isn’t even here,” she callously says, “Come on, I’m waiting,” she murmurs, the cigar in between her lips.  

Begrudgingly she pulls out her lighter, bringing the flame to the tip of the cigar, an exhale of smoke immediately following after, “There’s rumours these things are addicting,” Amelia mumbles, watching as Catherine inhales another puff.

“There’s also speculation in the New York Times that they can kill you, but you don’t see me believing everything I read now do you,” Catherine laughs, the two continuing their stroll, different things on both of their minds.

“Cross, loop, under the bridge. over the loop, and,” Jungkook hums the tune once made to remind himself how to tie his necktie, “secure,” he breathes out, running a hand through his hair as he didn’t exactly picture himself getting ready in his firm’s office building. But today had been a long day and he didn’t have the time to go back home and change, especially since he still had to go pick you up, and well anyone who knew you, knew that getting ready on time was not your forte.

Instead he decided that his black suit, and a color change of tie would suffice. It wasn’t like the two of you were going to be there for too long, your performance was at the near beginning, the opening act per say.

He was excited to see what you’d pick out to wear, your outfits never failing to put a smile on his face, not because most of the time they were over the top and extravagant, but simply because it was you. Had it been anyone else wearing the things you dressed in, and he was sure he would’ve never bothered to spare even a glance. Honestly you could walk out with nothing but your nightgown and he would still do nothing but worship the ground you walk on.

“Tonight is going to be a good night,” he whispers, glancing at his now empty ring finger. It was going to be the start to something n—

A soft knock on the door interrupts, “Didn’t think I’d find you here,” a voice says.

Jungkook steps away from his mirror, surprised to find Jimin here at such a late hour, “Oh I didn’t realize you were still in the building,” he chuckles, “Thought I was the only one who did overtime tonight,” he glances at his wrist watch, time was on the essence, “Well I’ll see you at the event tonight, Amelia’s going with you, right?” Jungkook grabs his suit jacket from his chair, ready to make his way downstairs to the parking lot.

“Yeah, in fact I think Catherine is at the house helping her get ready,” Jungkook awkwardly tenses at the mention of his wife, the air in the room becoming stiff.

“Oh well that’s nice,” Jungkook gives him a small smile, making his way to walk out the door, “Like I said I’ll see you over there, I should really get going, my date is probably already waiting for me—”

“Y/N right?” Jimin casually asks. Jungkook stops in his tracks, mentally sighing to himself.

“Yeah you guessed it,” he gives Jimin an awkward superficial smile, his body slightly rocking back and forth in annoyance. Something about this interaction felt … uneasy.

“Actually I wanted to talk to you about that…”

Jungkook cocks his head in confusion, “Talk about what,” putting no effort to hide his annoyance. Jimin remains silent, as if contemplating his next choice of words, “Jimin I don’t have all day,” he sighs. Whatever this was was better be good, he thinks to himself.

“I,” Jimin pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, “I need to show you something.”

Fixing your bright red lipstick, you hear the footsteps of someone entering the room, “I’m almost ready Jungkook, I just need to make sure these pins stay in place and I should be good to go,” you ramble, “Oh I’m so excited Jungkook! I couldn’t sleep all night yesterday, just thinking about performing was making me anxious, and well I just want to say thank you, you know? I know I wouldn’t be people’s first choice when it comes to performing at such a prestigious event, especially considering what a lot of people think of people who work in jobs like mine, but,” you fumble with your words, “but, it’s just so,” you clap your hands together, “oh I just can’t explain it! And to be your date,” your eyes sparkle. Tonight was going to be the night. Tonight you were going to tell him.

“To finally be given an opportunity it’s just—I don’t think I can thank you enough,” you finally breathe out, the feeling of excitement completely radiating off of you as you place your earrings on.

You wait for Jungkook to reply, to shower you with kisses like he always does when he sees you, but instead you’re met with complete silence, his figure from the reflection of the mirror completely frozen. Quickly you turn around, nose now wrinkled in confusion, “Jungkook?” you uneasily ask, the young man you were so enamored with only staring at you with a hardened gaze, his expression unreadable.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” you ask again, your voice laced with concern, “Did something happen? Do I need to change my setlist? Cause I can easily do that, I mean a perf—”

“You’re not performing tonight,” he harshly interrupts, your face falling as you hear the annoyance drip from every word.

“Oh,” your skin pales, your voice failing to hide its disappointment, “Can I ask why?”

“Because I told the committee you’re not, I managed to find a replacement last minute,” your face crinkles in shock.

“Wait what?” What the hell was going on? Why would Jungkook do that? Did you do something? Your heart begins to thud against your chest, the tingling feeling in the soles of your feet quickly spreading all over your body, “Why—Why would … why would you do something like that?” your eyebrows furrow, the feeling of anger now rising from the pits of your stomach.

Jungkook chuckles before pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, “You really had me fooled Y/N,” he purses his lips, trying his best to contain his anger, “I cannot believe I let things get this far with you,” his voice shakes, every word seething with anger.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you cry out, genuinely lost. Uncrumpling the piece of paper, he turns it towards your direction, “Am I supposed to know what that is?” you snap, your face becoming red at his vague comments.

“You know you could really stop with that whole stupid act of yours,” he spits, “Honestly I should’ve known better than to trust someone like you,” he lets out a dry laugh.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” you clench your fist.

“Well here take a look at it for yourself,” harshly, you snatch the letter from his hands, your eyes quickly skim through the contents of it. 

“You think I wrote this?” your eyes widen in shock, now getting up from your seat and handing the letter back to him.  

“I know you did,” he laughs, flailing his arms in the process, “Really Y/N? Jimin? Of all people? Did you really think it wouldn’t come back to me?” he almost sounds disgusted.

“But I didn’t! This isn’t even my handwriting!” tears of both frustration and anger begin to well in your eyes, “You have to believe me!” your voice booms across the room.

“I don’t have to believe shit!” he finally yells, the veins from his neck now popping out, “Your signature and name are written in these Y/N! You know how embarrassing this is?” he presses, “All because you can’t keep your fucking legs closed!” your mouth gapes in shock,  “And God I can only imagine the amount of men you’ve probably tried seducing, I’m just the idiot who fell for it all,” he laughs, “And you know I kept trying to tell myself that you wouldn’t do something like this, that you wouldn’t try seducing a married man,” his words drip with sarcasm, “But you have!”

Rapidly you try to blink your tears away, refusing to let him see you cry, “You don’t mean that,” you whisper, shaking your head at his words.

“But I do!” he bites back, “But you know what it's fine,” he knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth were going to be a low blow. And in the back of his mind he knew he didn’t mean them, but he was angry, no, he was furious. He didn’t care what he had to say, he wanted you to feel just as hurt as he was, “it’s fine because I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing you’ll be stuck here for the rest of your life doing God knows what like the who—”

“Can you stop,” you try to scream, but instead your voice comes out hoarse, your lower lip trembling in sadness, “please,” you whisper, no longer being able to take any of this, “I didn’t write those letters,” you repeat, desperate for him to listen to you, “I know you have reason to believe Jimin, he’s your long time friend, I understand that, and I know my job doesn’t exactly have the best reputation,” you ramble with your words, heaving in between, “But I wouldn’t do this to you!”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because I,” your voice shakes, “Because I’m in love with you,” you cry out, “Don’t you get it? In love,” you emphasize, moving your hands in frustration, “You think I would’ve kept this going for so long if I didn’t feel something for you?” He remains silent, “I fell in love with you, okay? You!” you scream , “The way you kiss me, the way you touch me,, the way you laugh at every corny joke I make, the way you reassure me about myself whenever I feel insecure, the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about something that fascinates you whether it be boring old stocks to future industrial revolutions,” you let out a choked sob, “or the way you have this compulsion to squeeze my cheeks every time you tease me, and I could go on and on.”

“You’re my person,” you whimper, the final plea in this tragic story.

He turns his gaze to the floor, refusing to look at you, “I was never yours to begin with,” he mutters, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind, leaving you to ask yourself, What. Just. Happened?

Leaning against the door frame, Catherine exhales whatever’s left of her cigar, butting the stub on the wall. “You know, I really don’t mind moving to my parent’s country townhouse,” she casually says, calmly watching her soon to be ex-husband pack his office belongings.

It had been two weeks since your argument with Jungkook, and though he couldn’t confidently say that you hadn’t been on his mind everyday since, he was sure he would be just fine. Of course, he had been sad the first couple of days, then the sadness had become anger once again, until finally he was where he was currently at. Numbness.

Distracting himself with loads of paperwork, working overtime, and being in the midst of a divorce was doing wonders. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if now at the age of twenty-two, greys hairs started to appear because of the overwhelming stress he had to deal with.

Bringing himself back to reality, he’s quick to reject Catherine’s idea, “No, it’s fine, you picked out this place to begin with,” he chuckles, “Hell, I still remember how excited you were about decorating and the effort you put into all of this,” he gives her a small apologetic smile, “it’s only right that you stay. Honestly, I don’t see why you wouldn’t, you did an amazing job with this place.”

“Still, you paid for this place, it’s under your name,” she responds, “This place is just too much of a—” she hesitates.

“Reminder,” Jungkook completes, now having stopped his packing. The two stand there in what couldn’t be described as an awkward silence, but one of understanding.

“A reminder of what we illusioned ourselves in,” she looks down at her ring finger, smiling at its empty sight, “it’s funny,” she laughs, “even before you started the affair, I used to look down at my ring, and for some reason I never did feel,” she pauses, “what’s the word,” she takes a couple of seconds to regain herself, “I never truly felt… happy,” she states, surprised at how such a simple word could mean so much, “but now I look at the sight of it being gone, and I feel relieved, in fact, I feel... free,” she reiterates, her eyes now watery.

“We were young and pressured, I didn’t even have a sense of my own identity yet, and I mean not that it’s any excuse for what you did,” she emphasizes, “but I’m sure you didn’t have one either, I guess we were just too busy trying to please our respective families,” she scoffs, a smile now on her face, “I still even get your birthday confused sometimes,” she jokes around, causing Jungkook to flash his toothy grin at her, “Never did I bother to learn the small details about you,” she inhales and exhales a deep breath, “but she did,” she says, breaking eye contact with Jungkook, not because she was mad or sad, but because she’d come to realize something.

“I was in love with the idea of you, the things you would buy me, the compliments I would get from everyone around me, the idea of being able to flaunt a perfect life, but I think, no, I know I was never in love with you,” she looks at Jungkook once again, tears now freely flowing from his eyes, a chapter in their life now coming to its end.

“I don’t hate you for what you did Jungkook,” she blinks her own tears away, personally tired of all the crying she’s done, “nor do I hate Y/N,” she says, for the first time saying your name, the name smoothly rolling off the tip of her tongue, no ill feeling behind it, “I just wish things could’ve been different, in terms of us realizing that we were just never meant to be,” she finishes off, the final wave finally washing over her. The feeling of acceptance.

Catherine slowly walks towards him, embracing the crying man into a hug, giving him a small heartfelt kiss to the cheek, “I really am sorry Catherine,” he whispers, the words being nothing but genuine.

“I know,” she whispers in return. Gently, she breaks from the hug, wiping the tears that brimmed her eyes, “Come on, you gotta finish your packing,” she says, rolling the sleeves of her robe, and making her way to his desk.

“It’s fine really,” he starts, but she’s quick to ignore him and begin her rummaging of his things. So instead of fighting against her help, he goes back to continuing with what he was doing, the two quietly organizing things, finally at peace.

“I think that’s the last of it,” Jungkook huffs, taping the final cardboard box of paperwork. The two step back and look at the empty room, feeling proud of their hard work, “Well I’m gonna go take this down,” Catherine nods in response, Jungkook now leaving the room.

Her eyes scan the room one last time, making sure nothing was getting left behind, until surprisingly, she does in fact catch something from the corner of her eye. The edge of a piece of paper below the wooden bookshelf sticking out, “That’s weird,” she mumbles to herself, surprised at how she failed to notice it earlier.

Crouching down, she picks up the torn piece of paper, her eyebrows now furrowing at its incompleteness, with only half of the whole sheet being there. She turns the direction of the paper to where there’s writing, her eyes widening at what she sees, “Oh no,” she whispers to herself, trying to think quick on her feet, “The trashcan,” she says to herself, quickly grabbing it and tossing the remnants onto the floor, her breathing now uneasy as she sat on the floor, beginning to uncrumple the pieces of torn paper, silently hoping what she was thinking was all some twisted joke.

With her burst of adrenaline she somehow reassembles the ripped letter, her stomach dropping at the sight of the complete version, completely ignoring the footsteps that were making their way up.

To Jimin,

I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, you should come backstage sometime for your own personal show, just like your friend. I’m sure he won’t mind. Honestly, I’ve been getting a little bored of him these days. And don’t worry, I don’t mind seeing that ring on your finger. You know where to find me…

XO, Y/N.

“Mr. Olsen seems to have gotten a new ca—” Jungkook stops dead in his tracks, immediately tensing at the sight in front of him, “Catherine what are—” Jungkook doesn’t continue with what he’s about to say, the sight of Catherine’s shocked face now confusing him more than ever.

“Oh Amelia, what did you do,” she quietly breathes out, her face now frozen in place, and her hand covering her mouth.  

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, “Amelia? What does Amelia have to do with—” his face immediately falls, his heart sinking at his realization.

“This,” Catherine stutters, “This is her handwriting,” she says, now looking up at Jungkook, whose face was in just as much as shock as hers, “I swear Jungkook, I didn’t know she’d do something like this,” Catherine rubs her temple, “Last time I saw her, she was bad mouthing Y/N but I didn’t she’d—” she shakes her head in dismay, “Jungkook, if I would’ve known I promise you I would’ve stopped her,” Catherine’s words sound like nothing but echoes in Jungkook’s head, his mind currently racing through a countless number of thoughts. His words from the last time he saw you now echoing in his head, the look on your face etching into his mind, oh how you kept denying the letter. The sudden pang of guilt, much too overwhelming.

“I know Catherine,” he whispers, but  all he could do was stare at the letter on the floor. And as if time was frozen, he slowly glances at the mantel clock, his heart now pounding.

8:15 PM.

You should be performing in a bit, he thinks. Immediately he switches gears, hurriedly grabbing the coat on his desk and placing it on, “I,” he stutters, a frenzy look on his face, “I have to go,” he says, quickly running out the door. The only thing he could do was hope he’d catch you on time.

“Oh look who's back, it seems I haven’t seen you in a while,” the sultry hostess purrs, “oh and that ring of yours is gone, trouble in paradise?” she pouts, guiding him to one of the tables. Politely he makes a motion to her, as if to say that he was fine, “Mm well if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, you know where to find me hun,” she winks, making her way back to the greeting area.

Jungkook, feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, adjusts his tie. His leg now bouncing rapidly in complete anxiousness, feeling the stares of a certain someone. He turns to face whoever it is, finding both the bartender and his girlfriend, whose names he was unsure of, staring at him from the bar.

The woman slyly mixes her drink with her stirrer, eyes narrowing at the sight of him, refusing to look away. The man then whispers something to her, making her finally break away from the intense stare.

Jungkook turns back around, the heavy feeling in his chest making it hard to focus on the current performer, not that he really wanted to, but he needed a distraction, something to prevent him from drowning in his own thoughts.  

The claps mellow down as the curtains close, the famous club owner, Al, making his way to the front of the stage, mic now in hand. Jungkook felt as if his stomach was doing flips, both excited and nervous to see you, as he knew you’d probably be quick to spot him, only hoping he wouldn’t scare you off.

“She’s got a voice sent from the heavens above, almost as smooth as a Friday’s glass of whiskey,” Al starts off your usual introduction, Jungkook’s heart pounding with every word spoken, “she can sing, she can dance, she can act, she’s a triple threat of course! And to add to it all, she’s got the face of the doll,” the red curtain slowly begins to open, “she’s our newest star in the making, give a warm welcome for Miss Sally Rose!”

A young woman appears from behind the curtain, counting off the same way you always did, making the same exact motion you always do to the band. Jungkook could feel himself become sick as he heard the men begin to holler at her with every piece of clothing that began to drop, as long as they had something to satisfy their lust, it didn’t matter who was on that stage, as they were nothing but animals.

Where the hell were you? This was, no, this is your time slot. Maybe you’re out sick, he tells himself, no, you loved the stage more than anything. The same woman from earlier passes by with drinks in her hands, on her way to serve God knows who. He’s quick to flag her down, hoping she knew where you were, “What can I do for you handsome?” she winks.

“You don’t happen to know where Y/N is?” he politely asks.

The question causes her to scoff, “Oh darling, me and the girls have been wondering the same thing,” she chuckles, before walking away with her drinks, leaving Jungkook much more puzzled than before. Maybe you were late, he excuses, trying not to panic.

But as every performer begins and ends, the more restless he becomes, every drink he takes only causing the echoes from every holler to become more and more irritating, the world around him now spinning.

An hour later, the young woman comes out again, performing the final song of the night, just like you always would do. Truthfully speaking, he would’ve paid no mind to the performance, but something catches Jungkook’s eye. The woman seems to have her gaze fixed on a young man in the crowd, his wife chattering with the other woman sitting next to her. The same way Catherine would—he shakes his head in dismissal, blaming what he was seeing on his drunk state.

He’s quick to get up, deciding that it was best to momentarily take a step outside and catch a breather. You had to be backstage or something, he tells himself, deciding that he’d wait until everyone was gone to see you, just like he always did.

“Things will be just fine,” he whispers, mouth trembling from the cold weather.

Sighing, Jungkook takes one last look at his empty ring finger before making his way back inside, his nerves at an all time high. He knew you were avoiding him, and he knew he was probably the last person you wanted to see, but he needed to tell you that he was sorry. That what he said was something spoken out of anger, that he was hurt, and most importantly that he should’ve believed you.

Walking in, he sees the bartender flipping chairs on top of the table, presumably cleaning up for the night. Most nights, Jungkook would simply go straight backstage, as you had told him early on in the affair that there was no need for him to introduce himself to your co-workers, but tonight, well tonight he felt like an intruder.

He stands there momentarily, the stiffness in the room almost suffocating.

“She’s gone,” the young man bitterly scoffs, not bothering to spare a glance at Jungkook, “I thought you knew that already,” he mumbles to himself, as he continued to flip the wooden chairs and place them atop of the tables, finishing what was left of cleaning.

Jungkook stares at him for a moment, the words slowly processing in his head. What did he mean by you were “gone”? You wouldn’t leave, it was unlike you. Actually, no, you couldn’t leave, where did you have to go?

He shakes his head in dismissal, shooting the brown haired man a quizzical look, “What did you say again?'" he asks. Namjoon finally looks up from what he’s doing.

Jungkook expected a spiteful glare from Namjoon, one full of hatred for what he had done to his friend, but instead his eyes were hard-rimmed and fixed, immobile as the rest of his face. Almost as if he was studying Jungkook. The cold blank look on his face sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine, but he relents on breaking the cold stare, until finally Namjoon lets out a dry laugh.

“I knew you were a hard-headed person,” he nods his head in dismay, a superficial grin on his face, “you’re also a selfish one, so I should’ve known better,” he laughs again, in awe of how someone could be so … inconsiderate? Was that the word to describe Jungkook? Namjoon thought to himself, why were you so in love with this man, simply finding it hard to believe that you could fall for a man so self-centered.

“Haven’t you noticed by now that she’s been replaced?” Namjoon mocks, “or let me guess you thought you could waltz in here like a knight in shining armor, that she was on some kind of break or something and would forget the things you said, and then things would magically go back to normal,” Jungkook remains silent, “Well?” Namjoon deadpans.

“Y/N wouldn’t just leave like that,” Jungkook says, “it’s not like her,” Namjoon was lying, he had to be.

Namjoon shrugs, “Well guess what she’s gone, I could only wish I knew where. She just grabbed her things and left without a trace, no goodbye, no nothing, but go ahead, look for yourself,” Namjoon makes a motion towards your old dressing room.

Slowly Jungkook breaks eye contact, unsure of what to believe. Quietly he makes his way to the dressing room he’d been in a countless number of times in the past year, still in denial of what Namjoon just told him.

He lets out a deep breath before turning the door knob, a churning feeling in his stomach as he recalled the last time he was here, his words ringing in his head.

Immediately Jungkook feels his heart plummet as he sees the empty room, your vanity which was once full of makeup and bottled perfumes was now vacant of anything and the hangers which were once used for your extravagant outfits as well as your fluffy coats now hung unused.

Jungkook crouches to pick up the only thing that remained of you in the room, the golden glass-framed picture you had of yourself performing now shattered on the floor, a small snapshot of the star you were. He smiles in reminiscence, remembering the night the photo was taken, and how you kept rambling on about why Jungkook would spend so much to have the photo of someone like yourself taken, let alone a photo of your worst angle. But you had kept it nonetheless, hell you even hung it on the wall for safekeeping, only for it to be shattered by the same person who gifted it.

“You didn’t!” you gasp, picking up the framed photo which had been placed on your vanity desk, “When did you even take—how—” Jungkook quickly shuts you up by cupping your face, and giving you a kiss, immediately squishing your cheeks in the playful manner that he always did.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, “I thought since you didn’t want to accept my gift last time, a sincere one like this would be something you just couldn’t deny.”

“Those pearls were too much,” you shake your head in disapproval, “and you know why I couldn’t accept it,” the image of Catherine pops in your head as he remains silent, but you’re quick to shrug it off, “but this,” you say, waving the picture he had seen a plenty of times before tonight to his face, “this is special,” you grin.

“I knew you’d love it,” he smiles, giving you another peck on the lips.

“Honestly, you shouldn't have,” you laugh, still in disbelief of the photo of yourself. Hell, to have a portrait of yourself taken behind a plain old wall was already something expensive here in New York, and so to have a photo taken of yourself while performing was truly indescribable. “Too bad they got my worst angle,” you complain, causing him to roll his eyes. Grabbing the framed photo from your hands, he places it over the empty nail on the wall.

“Won’t you look at that,” he smiles, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, the two of you now silently admiring the hung photo.

“Jungkook?” you break the prolonged silence.  

He hums in response, turning his head to face you, your heart feeling as swelled as the ocean once near its moon.

“I—” you pause, just get the words out, you think to yourself. Maybe things would finally change. He stares at you in the same doe-eyed expression he always did whenever he was attentively listening to you, curious as to what you were thinking, “I just wanted to say thank you… for the photo,” you awkwardly smile, Jungkook slightly raising his eyebrow at your sudden behavior, but he doesn’t dwell on it too much, instead placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

The memory being one for a lifetime. 

Jungkook dusts off the glass fragments, carefully trying not to cut himself as his fingers graze over the flimsy developed photo. And as he studies the photo, the realization finally hits him, you were really gone.

“I’ll be fine,” he whispers to himself in a distant, quiet, lifeless voice, “I’ll be just fine,” he grazes the photo again, slowly crouching into his knees, photo still in hand, until finally the sounds of silent muffled sobs is the only thing that can be heard from your dressing room.

Namjoon quietly sweeps the floor, humming some Duke Ellington, trying his best to ignore the thoughts that lingered in the back of his mind. Jungkook had left hours ago, Namjoon having heard the silent cries from your dressing room, and for a slight second even making eye contact with the red puffy-eyed man as he left, who had been mumbling inaudible things to himself.  

He didn’t think he’d cry, was what Namjoon had first thought to himself after hearing Jungkook silently sob in your empty dressing room. He honestly expected Jungkook to do anything but cry, hell Namjoon had even told himself to be ready to throw some punches just in case he tried anything stupid.

And so to see Jeon Jungkook, the man who had been coming to this bar for the past year, never failing to order a classic gin and tonic, and always seeming like he was on top of the world, break down in a tiny isolated room, was almost something unimaginable. And for some reason it bothered Namjoon. It wasn’t that Jungkook wasn’t allowed to cry...

Namjoon momentarily stops what he’s doing, sighing in frustration.

It bothered him because it went against everything he thought of Jungkook, the image he had created for Jungkook in his head. It would mean that Jungkook was someone who never meant to be so selfish, but was someone who was emotionally blind to those around him.

And isn’t the unknown always a bit scary?

The only problem was that being blind was something involuntary, and with the countless stories you’d tell Namjoon from time to time, sometimes it seemed like Jungkook was voluntarily choosing to ignore the feelings of those around him.

Namjoon could only speculate why, but maybe, just maybe Jungkook was the kind of person who had long ago put his personal feelings aside to please those around him, including his wife, thinking that it’d be what was best.That he could live a numbing life as long as it meant those around him were satisfied, that it was enough to feel fulfilled with, until you came into the mix.

And once you did, the conflict of choosing what made him happy versus what made others happy while trying to spare both sides’ feelings and opinions, only did more harm than good, stupidly choosing to blindly believe of a false letter. 

And now Jungkook was left with no one but himself.

Was it deserved? Namjoon was unsure now. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N, Namjoon thinks to himself.

The only reason he would excuse your actions was because to those around you, seeing you happy was like the sun shining after a storm, a shine so bright you’d think those happy days would last forever, but to see you sad, it was as if the world would storm on end.

But what Namjoon should’ve realized was that at the end of the day, what you and Jungkook had done was wrong, and there was no denying it.

Hell, it even went against Namjoon’s personal beliefs. Of course it didn’t mean that he was no better of a person because the same way you two had to face the karma of your actions, he and Mina would have to reprimand themselves one day as well for excusing your actions. For allowing things to have gotten this far.

“Jungkook really did love you,” he whispers to himself, shaking his head at the conclusion of this awful tale.

Namjoon sighs.

All he could do was hope that he had done the right thing lying to Jungkook about your whereabouts, and that the next time Namjoon saw you, you’d be the successful woman you were always meant to be, and that this period in your life would be nothing more than a small chapter to look back at.

“Ticket ma’am,” the conductor approaches you. Pulling out your ticket from your purse, you allow the conductor to both inspect and punch the ticket with his rustic clipper, “Now what is a pretty New York doll like you going all the way to the city of Los Angeles for?” he chimes, “You sure you ain’t lost little lady?” he jokes, causing you to laugh.

“I sure ain’t, I’m going to Los Angeles to follow my dreams in becoming famous! You might even catch me on the big screen soon!” you gush, causing him to let out a chuckle.

“Well little lady, I’ve heard that one before and I’ve told every single person I’ve come across that it’s almost impossible,” he mentions, “And I have yet to be proven wrong,”

“Well Mr,” you glance at his name tag, “Rosco, you better remember my name and face because I’m going to make it big in Hollywoodland, I don’t care if it’s as a singer or as an actress, but just you wait!” you declare, a toothy grin plastered on your face.

“Well little miss,” he glances at the ticket which has your name printed in a red colored font, “y/n, I’ve gotta say, I don’t think I’ve met anyone with the same amount of enthusiasm you got going for yourself,” a genuine smile comes across his face as he returns you your ticket, “I wish you nothing but the best on your endeavors,” he compliments, before making his way to the seated passenger in front of you.

Looking out the train’s window, the fields of grass along with the bright blue sky that were being passed by faster than a speeding bullet, for some reason make you feel a longing for home, it was probably because everything was barely hitting you. From the moment he had said what he did in your argument, everything onward had been nothing but a sporadic adrenaline-rushed blur.

“Jungkook?” you ask to an empty room, the shakiness of your voice coming to realize the reality of what has just occurred. The sinking feeling in your chest was what could only be described as heartbreak, though it felt like so much more.

He’s coming back, he’s going to come back. He has to come back, you keep repeating to yourself. Jungkook loves you. He didn’t mean what he said. He couldn’t.

You stare at the photo you had hung on the wall, which was now cracked on the floor, a result at just how harsh the door had been slammed. You could feel the lump in your throat beginning to take its form, but you refuse to let it out. He’s coming back, he has to.

The sound of the door knob twisting quickly grabs your attention, a feeling of relief washing over you. You knew he’d come back. You were his girl, you were the love of his life.

But just as quick as the relief had come, it had left even faster once you saw that the person you thought walking through that door was in fact not Jungkook, but Namjoon who stood there in silence, trying to hide the look of pity on his face. “Y/N…” he whispers in sadness.

“N-No,” your lips wobble, “No,” you begin to vigorously shake your head in denial, “No!” you quaver out, desperately trying to blink back the floodgate of tears that was begging to be released. Namjoon could feel his gut clench at the hopelessness of the situation, knowing that there was nothing he could possibly do because Jungkook was gone, and he was not coming back.

He watches as the tears slowly begin to freely fall, the silent sobs finally escaping from your mouth. Your chest heaves, until finally a cry so raw comes out of your mouth that you grab onto your vanity chair so that your shaking would not cause you to fall.

Quickly, he makes his way to envelope you in a tight hug, humming small comforting words to your ear despite knowing that you probably weren’t listening. You sob into his chest unceasingly, your hand clutching onto Namjoon’s jacket as he held you in silence, rocking you slowly as your tears soaked his chest, blinking back his own tears. The two of you stand there for what seems like forever, the sound of your muffled sobs filling the air.

The wet mascara that was mixing itself with your tears stinging your eyes, almost as if it was trying to force you to stop crying, but you just couldn’t. With every sob that forced its way out, your chest would rise and fall unevenly as you gasped for breath.

How could he do this? Why? Things weren’t supposed to end like this. Not at all. “Shh, shh,” Namjoon hums, “you’re gonna be okay, you hear me?” he reassures. You wanted to scream, to say something, anything, but nothing could come out. If anything you could feel your lungs scream for oxygen, your airway becoming compressed with every hysterical sob that was let out.

Quickly pushing off Namjoon, you feel as if the world is spinning and that the walls of your dressing room were closing in. You begin to gasp over and over, hysterically tapping on your stomach, “Get this,” you heave out, “Get this off of me!” you breathe out, lifting your dress up, and desperately trying to unknot the corset you were wearing underneath.

Namjoon quickly grabs some scissors from your vanity, cutting the piece of ribbon which held together the piece of fabric that clinched your waist. Immediately, you could feel the air return to your lungs, a feeling of relaxation now washing over you, as the riptide finally mellowed down.

You stand in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection across from you, your tears silently falling from your cheeks. Namjoon makes his way behind you, tucking your loose strands of hair behind your ear, “Hey, listen to me,” he whispers, “you are going to be just fine,” he firmly states.

“Joon?”

“Hm,” he responds.

“Can you,” your voice cracks, “Can you just take me home?” Your question is met with silence because instead he grabs a big oversized coat from your rack and places it over your shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says, watching you as you made your way out of the dressing room, for what he knew would be your last time.

Waking up to the feeling of a hand firmly shaking your shoulder, your heavy eyelids struggling to flutter open, the soreness from crying taking its toll. You must’ve fallen asleep during the car ride home, you reason, finally managing to open your eyes completely. You rub your eyes, confused as to where you were because this was definitely not the outside of your apartment building.

In fact, you were outside of Grand Central Terminal, “What the..” you turned to face Namjoon, who had a sad smile on his face, “Joon? What’s,” you falter your words, “What’s going on?” you ask, confusion now overwhelming you.

He lets out a deep sigh of sadness before continuing, “You’re going to California Y/N,” if you had been half-awake before, you certainly weren’t now, quickly jolting forward in shock, “Los Angeles or may I say Hollywoodland to be more specific,” he reiterates, a tiny chuckle coming out of his mouth.

“J-Joon,” you stutter, “you’re crazy!” you sputter, “Absolutely crazy!” you hit his shoulder causing him to let out a yelp in pain.

“Y/N I’m being serious!” he turns and points to the passenger seat of his car, “I even managed to pack most of your things while you were asleep, all the essentials are in those two luggage bags.”

“How did you even—” you shake your head, trying to stay on topic, “Joon I can’t just pack up my things and go, I have—” you hesitate with your next choice of words, what exactly did you have in New York that was holding you back?

Namjoon answers the question before you could, “Nothing. You have absolutely nothing here to hold you back, so why not go chase your dream huh?” he exclaims, “It’s what you’ve always wanted to do Y/N and I’m one hundred percent sure Hollywoodland is looking for a doll face like yours to go shake up the scene,” he laughs, “You can dance, you can sing, and you sure can act, especially those days you wouldn’t want to come into work,” he jokingly mumbles garnering him another slap to the shoulder, “Hey, hey, relax! Point is Y/N, you’re one of the most talented people I know, if not the most talented person I’ve ever met, and it’d be a waste of talent for you not to go out there and show people what you’re made of, Hell I even hear they’re beginning to develop sound films over there, and a voice like yours needs to be memorialized for future generations,” he says, as tears to begin to brim your waterlids.  

“But Joon—” you sniffle, “I don't, I don’t have the money to live out there, hell I barely have enough money in my purse to purchase myself a ticket,” you scoff because it was the truth.

“I know you don’t,” he deadpans, causing you to laugh.

“Then?” you chuckle. Slowly, he flips his coat and reaches into its inner pocket, pulling out and handing you what seemed to be a heavy envelope. You peep inside the sealed white envelope, it’s content causing you to let out a small yelp in surprise. There had to be at least 200 dollars in there! You quickly shake your head in disapprovement.

“Joon, no, no, no! You can't. You've been saving up for—!”

“Hey! Listen to me Y/N, look at me,” he demands, grabbing your hands which had been flailing around in denial. “This money right here means absolutely nothing to me if it means that someone like you can get the opportunity to pursue their dreams, especially because I know it’ll mean absolutely everything for you,” he smiles.

“But Joon, you’ve been saving up this money for your wedding for so long, I can’t, Mina’s going to kill you!” you fluster, Namjoon must’ve been going crazy or something. He’d been working so many hours for the past months, doing countless hours of overtime and being on his best behavior for some tips, how could he give it all up for some gamble at fame?

“I’ve already spoken to her about this and she had absolutely no problem with it!” he laughs, “A wedding is nothing but a celebration for a piece of signed paper, it won’t be the end of the world if we wait a little longer,” he reassures, “As long as Mina and I know we’re in this for life, then that piece of paper won’t change anything.”

“Joon I can’t—”

“You can and you will Y/N,” he firmly states, “plus you can always pay me back once you get rich and famous,” he teases, winking at you. “So, what do you say Y/N? You ready to go to Los Angeles?” You stare at him without blinking, a million thoughts racing through your head. This was your dream, the thing you’d spent a countless number of nights only imagining whenever you’d get up on that wooden stage to perform, and now you were finally going to get the chance to make it a reality.

“I don’t,” you hesitate, “I’m,” you feel your skin tingle with the words you’re about to say, now having made your decision, “I’m going to Hollywoodland,” you softly cry out in disbelief, a dimpled grin appearing on Namjoon’s face.

“Atta girl,” tears which weren’t of sadness, anger, but joy now falling from your face, as you quickly pull Namjoon into a hug. Slowly, he breaks away, “Come on, you gotta get going,” he glances at his wrist watch, which read a quarter past nine, “the train leaves half past nine, and I still gotta walk you to the departing area.”

Quickly buttoning up your coat and fixing your hair, you try your best to seem presentable, Namjoon grabbing your luggage from the backseat and exiting the vehicle, as you do the same, but for you it all feels different. Looking up to the building that surrounds the terminal, you soak in the final view of New York which you wouldn't be seeing for who knows how long. Years ago you’d imagine leaving home, but never like this, and for a moment it was as if time slowed down, almost like your brain needed a “photograph” to commemorate this moment,

The man playing on his saxophone outside the station for tips only adding a warm comfort to your fears, a reminiscent sound which was a balm to your mind, a reminder of the nostalgic chapter in your life that you’d look back to, whether it was with a joyful outlook was only for you to decide.

Slowly the two of you begin to walk to the departing area, your legs feeling more and more wobbly with every step you took. This was really happening.

“Here we are,” Namjoon announces, gently placing your luggage on the floor, and then placing hands against his hips in marvel at how gigantic the stationed train was. Your eyes glisten, once again pulling Namjoon into a hug. “You sure are emotional, you know that right?” he teases, causing you to only further tighten the hug.

You pull out the hug, “I’m going to write to you every week, I promise you!” you avow, causing Namjoon to immediately shake his head in disagreement.

“No, no, you have to focus on your career every waking minute Y/N, if anything just save a couple of bucks every month and ring me here and there, I’m always at the club most of the time and it’s not like you don’t know my schedule, plus I’m sure Al won’t charge me for using the telephone machine every once in a while,” he explains, voice slightly wavering, as his eyes were now glossy from trying to hold back his tears causing you to let out a laugh.

“Come on, you know you wanna cry,” you sniffle, pulling him in for another hug.

“Ah, I’m gonna miss you Y/N,” he laughs through his tears, “they don’t make em like you anymore.”

“This is the final boarding call for New York to Los Angeles which includes a stop at Chicago!” the conductor yells out the train, “I repeat, this is the final boarding call for New York to Los Angeles!” Namjoon quickly taps on your shoulders, rushing you to get on board.

Swiftly, you pick up the luggage cases on the floor, and begin to make your way inside the train but not before shouting something to Namjoon, “Hey, I expect to see a pregnant Mina the next time I see you guys, you hear me!” he facepalms himself, his cheeks becoming red at how loudly you announced it.

You quickly run to your seat, looking at Namjoon through the window, who remained where he stood, the train slowly beginning to move, while the conductor pulls the lever for the steam whistle, the final declaration to the new chapter in your life. You anxiously wave to Namjoon one last time, a grand smile on both of your faces, as he waves in return. The (what you assumed) family members of other passengers also waved goodbye, many teary eyed as you could only imagine the stories of everyone else on the train.

Once you were out of eyesight, you made yourself comfortable on your seat, slightly tilting your head against the window, a long unexpected trip now ahead of you.

Los Angeles from what you could currently tell was definitely different than to what you were used to in New York, but beautiful nonetheless. The cab you managed to pin down was currently driving you to the small motel you found on one of the welcoming pamphlets of the city.

Currently, you were being driven down the newly built Sunset Boulevard, where you could only hope you’d be living on sometime in the near future.

“Ah there it is,” the taxi driver points out the window, and immediately a wonderstruck look appears on your face, your heart now pounding in excitement at the sight of the word “Hollywoodland” appearing from the mountains. “Welcome to Los Angeles kid,” the man says, to which you only nod your head in dumbfoundedness, “you better make the most of it.”

“I sure am.”

a/n: i purposely left the ending ambiguous just because i felt like it should be your guys’ imagination as to whether y/n makes it big in hollywood depending on whether you like her or not LOL, so if you don’t like her you could always imagine she flopped or sum, and whatever jungkook does afterward being unknown as well. Catherine a better person than me, cause forgiving a cheater just aint in my heart LMAO.

also I wanted to dive further into namjoon and y/n’s friendship, as well as add a scene where y/n went shopping for her dress but I was burning out and so hopefully I did good conveying the sincerity of their friendship and the importance of the event to y/n + talk more about jk’s and catherine’s families but I think I put enough hints, that you guys would get the point and its effects on them as people. 

Feel free to comment, send me a message, or drop an anon! Anything is appreciated & if you can please like and reblog 💘 till next time.

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Sicktember Day 15: Quarantine Word Count: 1391 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye Warning: Summary: After getting his body back, Alphonse has to be in quarantine for a bit. At least he’s not alone though. Notes: Heavily based on some headcanons that both Al and Riza would have been high risk infection patients following the Promised Day. Al for the state of his body and being in what was basically total isolation for years, and Riza because of the blood loss. Sticking the two of them together in a room for a bit just made sense (and gave me an excuse for a touch of Mama Hawk) AO3 || ff.net

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Quarantine

Alphonse looked out the window and sighed. He could see it all out there. The trees, the grass, the blue sky. The sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and bright, and he basked in it.

But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted to be out there.

He wanted to be in the world.

He wanted to feel it.

He sighed.

“Something wrong, Alphonse?”

The voice that spoke was quiet, rough, light, but it was enough to get his attention, and he looked over at it. Lieutenant Hawkeye was in her bed, a book held in her hands. She was carefully propped up on pillows, her neck supported with a special pillow. Alphonse gave her a smile from the small bench he was sitting on.

“I’m fine, Lieutenant,” he said.

She lowered her book and smiled at him. “Alphonse. You’re not a suit of armor anymore. I can read your face. What’s bothering you?”

Alphonse sighed. “…I’m tired of being in here,” he said. “I want to go outside. I want to feel the grass and the trees and the wind. I want to feel the rain and hear the birds and the sounds with my own ears. After so many years of not feeling anything, I want to get out there and feel it all.”

She smiled at him, an understanding smile. “I get that.  I can only imagine how anxious you’ve been. I won’t go back over what the doctors have told you. But you don’t want you feeling that to be the last thing you feel, do you?”

She was right, and he knew it. After years of his body being kept in what was, as far as they could tell, a sterile environment, they were concerned about his immune system. It was vulnerable, weak, even without the weakened state of his body. They’d put him in quarantine. For anyone to come see him, they had to scrub their hands and gown up. Lieutenant Hawkeye was also at risk for infection after losing nearly half her blood volume, and with all the injuries from the Promised Day, hospital beds had been hard to come by. He supposed that he was lucky that they had decided to give him company by putting her in here with him. At least he wasn’t all alone in his quarantine.

“No, you’re right. It’s just hard. I waited for so long to feel things again. I’m just anxious to do it.” He glanced at the table and the dishes of bland food that were sitting on them. “I’d at least like to eat something with more flavor and substance.”

The Lieutenant laughed, although it was mostly just her breath. “You and me both.”

Alphonse laughed with her. “Maybe soon we both can.”

He wasn’t allowed to eat much more than liquids and very soft food, all of it bland. It was supposed to be to acclimate his stomach to food again. Lieutenant Hawkeye was on a liquid and soft food diet while her neck healed. The doctors were being extra cautious when it came to her neck reopening.

She closed her book, and it caught Al’s attention again. “What were some of the main things you wanted to feel again, when you were waiting to get your body back?”

Al tilted his head, thinking. “…familiar things. Grass. The breeze. The sun. Fur on pets. Hair. The warmth of other people. The feel of a book in my hands.”

She hummed. “Maybe you can feel some of those things. You at least can feel the warmth of the sun there.”

“That’s true,” he said, turning his face to the window again, and closing his eyes for a moment.

“We can’t do much about the grass, the breeze, or fur.” She said after a moment. “But as for the others…”

She trailed off, and Alphonse looked back over at her. She seemed to be thinking. He waited, and after a moment, she started speaking again.

“If you’re up for it, you’re welcome to any of my books here. They’re mostly murder mysteries. If you want to read them, you can.”

He smiled at her. “I’d like that,” he said. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“I told you—you can call me Riza,” she said with a smile. Her smile dropped into a bit of a frown, though, as she thought. “As far as hair and the warmth of other people…”

She hesitated a moment, then looked back over at him. “I know that I’m not who you meant, and that I’m not the warmest person around, but if you need some human contact, I’m fine with that. I understand how much the touch of another person can mean. And as for hair, well, it’s hard for me to get the back of my hair and brush it well without straining my neck or moving it too much. I could use some help, if you want to give it.”

Alphonse blinked at her, a little stunned. It wasn’t that he had ever thought of Lieutenant Hawkeye as cold, but she didn’t seem the snuggly type. And he had to wonder what she meant by understanding how much the touch of another person can mean. But still, to let him that close, offer to let him brush her hair—he understood that she was opening up to him.

He grinned, giving her the biggest smile, he could. “I appreciate that Lieu—Riza.” He hesitated. “I… that is… would you mind if I come over there now?”

Her smile softened. “No, not at all.”

Carefully, Alphonse stood up and made his way over the Lieutenant Hawkeye’s bed. He had to move slowly, his muscles still not that strong yet. The lieutenant’s bed was covered with several blankets, and there was stack of books on her bedside table. He looked for a place to sit down, but there wasn’t much need for chairs while they were both quarantined.

“Here—just let me—” She carefully scooted herself over in the bed, taking care of her neck, and gestured for him to join her on the bed. Alphonse did, and he felt her arm go around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze.

It warmed Al’s heart, and he leaned into the hug. It felt warm, safe, good, and he couldn’t help but want to cling back. She allowed it, and they sat like that for several minutes.

“I… I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” he said after a moment. “I know this isn’t quite appropriate—”

She cut him off. “Nonsense,” she said. “Alphonse, I view you and Edward like… I’m not sure of the exact relationship, but like family. Close family. I don’t know if it would be described more as younger brothers or sons, but either way, you’re family. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same way. But know that this doesn’t bother me in the least.”

Alphonse smiled. “No—No, brother and I… He’d never admit it, but we felt like all of you were family too. Especially you and the colonel. After mom… Granny Pinako, she’s not really our Granny, but she feels like one. Teacher was the closest thing we had to a mother after that. But while we’ve been in the military, you’ve been the closet we had to a mom. I think… I think you and Teacher have been good stand in moms for us.”

She was quiet for a moment, but he felt her arm tighten around him.

“…that means a lot to me, Alphonse. I hope I’ve been good to you boys. I didn’t have the best example growing up, but…” she paused. “…Thank you.”

Alphonse snaked an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze back. “What were you reading?” he asked her.

“I just started it. It’s about murder on a train on the way to Xing.”

“Sounds interesting.” He paused. “You know… it might be fun to read it together. Want me to read some of it out loud?”

She smiled. “That would be nice.”

Alphonse picked up the book, the lieutenant helping to support it, and started reading it aloud, both of them settled on her bed and under her warm blankets. Al was still anxious to get out of here and experience everything again, but, if he had to be in quarantine, being here with Lieutenant Hawkeye wasn’t so bad.

#sicktember2021 #Alphonse Elric #riza hawkeye #mama hawk #fma #Fullmetal Alchemist #fma fanfic #fullmetal alchemist fan fiction

[camslightstories]

Breath in, Breath out

Baby Danvers. Alex Danvers x reader, Kara Danvers x reader. 

Notes: Hi!!! This request took a lot of me, I didn't know how to write neither with what script. Its not one of my best works but well. So I'm sorry its not that good, I hope you like it. I will gladly receive any comment, feedback, suggestion or request. Have a great day!

Request: Anonymous - “Maybe a oneshot where B!D has an asthma attack?”

Taglist: @captain-josslett​ @aznblossom​ @multi-images​

The mornings in National City would be warm, and attractive to look forward to. The smell of coffee invaded your nose as you waited for your sisters outside of Noonan’s. It was a cloudy day, with small breezes that hit your body as you waited. 

Your chest has been giving you shortness of breath at some moments of the day, for now, two weeks. Your chest closing out, as your breathing began to feel heavy for the fifth time today. Coughing trying to catch your breath quickly as you saw your sisters approaching you with a worried face as they saw your small attack. 

Since you can remember asthma was a part of your life. In middle school and high school attacks became usual since you had two hours of practice before and after school. It had been a while since your last attack about 3 years since it happened. It was the worst one yet, leaving you in a hospital bed for weeks after it happened. After two years without a single attack, you left your inhaler at the side. You were leaving a healthy lifestyle without any obstacles. 

Kara and Alex had always been the overprotective type of sisters over you. And your asthma problems did not help the situation. They would do helicopter parenting on you every time, everywhere, on any occasion. Your tolerance for their protectiveness was quite high compared to them. 

The blonde reporter was the first one to hug you before your red-headed sister invaded you with questions. “Are you okay? What happened? Are you dehydrated ?”

“I’m fine, Al. It's just the weather.” You responded quickly brushing off, as you extended your hands to bring your oldest sister into a hug. Both of them grabbing their corresponded coffees after the greeting. 

With a donut in your right hand and an ice pistachio frappuccino on the other. You walked side by side with your sisters through the bay of National City. Catching up with the latest of your lives since you last saw each other. 

Kara claimed as the three of you sat on a bench. Alex mostly had bugged you with protective questions, but when you kept quiet after the redhead asked about your grades. Your Kryptonian sister decided to take the lead. “But you are not overworking yourself, are you Y/N?”

You quickly responded as you took another bite of the donut, trying to evade the question. “Nope, working and studying just fine”

The truth was that as an engineering student, with people thinking highly of you. You had to bust your ass off studying and working in your Junior year in college. Your schedule may have had to change to 2 hours of sleeping and 5 coffees a day but it was the only way to be best for the people you loved and cared about.

“Why are you lying!?” Your oldest sister yelled as she tugged your oversize jacket. 

You responded as you abruptly moved your arm from her gap, giving her an annoyed look, when she tried to pressure again for the same thing.“I’m not lying, Alexandra”

Your blonde sister keeps quiet as the federal agent kept pushing your buttons for questions. Your face retains the annoyance of the situation only to change when your breathing becomes heavier and difficult to retain. 

Your voice began to crack when you felt your chest tightened. And your breath getting caught in your throat after your sister concluded in the conversation. “You are not even going to finish it like you don't finish anything! You are just treating this like a hobby only in the end to come to us saying how you made the wrong decision again!”

Kara was caught off guard as Alex yelled at her. She went into shock watching your whole reaction of hurt when it came from one of the persons you love the most. The redhead’s face went into complete regret the moment you responded. 

“Fuck you, Alex” Your breathing gets heavier as you hear the words coming out of her mouth. Coughing slightly before walking backward slowly getting away from her. Tears threading to come out and you clenched to your backpack before walking away.

Your coughing began to increase as you walked to your apartment, the day seemed to get colder and the feeling of hurt that your sister gave you wasn't helping either. Sure you had your problems in deciding what you wanted to do, you were a not very successful person in a lot of things. Even after trying to do a lot of things, you failed on all of them. And it wasn't because you didn't try hard enough because you weren't made to do certain things.

You are not even going to finish it like you don't finish anything 

Alex’s words kept running through your head as everything around you started to collapse. Your breathing became heavier and you felt as if you could even breathe. Your mind became clouded as your vision did. No words were coming out of your mouth when you tried to ask for help. And in the blink of an eye, you felt falling into the concrete as you were caught by two familiar arms leaving you unconscious.

Your blonde sister listened to your heartbeat as they kept walking. She knew that leaving Alex in her regretful feelings, to chase after you who were hurt by your oldest sister wasn't the best idea. You would have yelled at her too, separating you from them and shutting everyone out. While the redhead would just go to drown herself in alcohol.

The moment she heard your heart rate increased, she flew over immediately to see you in front of your apartment building. With your hand in your chest as you looked around, hyperventilating and coughing losing balance. Kara called you a few times only for you to be lost in your world. Wrapping her arms around you the moment you lost consciousness, she recognizes everything. 

Calling Alex to meet her at the hospital, she gently carried you into it. Kissing your forehead before pulling you into a hospital bed as the medical team came to check on you after she had yelled for them. The facade on hers and Alex’s faces as both of them stood scared for your life. 

Kara could hear the doctor's orders, as they shocked you more than once. Regaining you back to life. It was an asthma attack, you hadn't had one in years. This one seemed to be the one that could have ended your life and the worst one you ever had. 

Alex cried into Supergirl's shoulder as the doctors came out, letting them see you. You were in the hospital bed connected with various machines. You looked somewhat peaceful, your lips were still blue from the attack. Kara remained quiet as she comforted your oldest sister. The blonde blamed herself because she wasn't fast enough, and they had lost you for minutes. And the redhead blamed herself for the attack maybe if she wasn't yelling at you, it wouldn't have happened.

----

“Aren't you missing something?” You woke up to a wide and bright light in front of your head. Trying to regain your breath as you did putting your hands immediately to your chest. Lifting your head you see both of your sisters embracing each other, making you smile sadly before joking.

Kara and Alex immediately chuckled softly before walking to each side of your bed. You coughed after the words left your mouth. Your hair bothered your eyes, trying to move it you tried to move your hand only to find it hard enough to reach.

There wasn't any strength left in your body. Everything felt heavy and strange just like all those years before. You had felt it the moment everything went black. 

Alex moved the hair out of your face, as Kara held your hand. Words getting caught in her throat as she opened her mouth multiple times. Kara took the lead as she first addressed the question. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay” You murmured, giving them a reassuring smile. 

Alex started to claim tears running down her cheeks “I’m sorry, I'm so sorry”

You shake your head before speaking. Your voice came out as if your mouth was full of food. “It’s ok, Al”

“I didn't mean it, I didn't Y/N/N” Alex sobbed into your chest as you tried to comfort her, whispering comforting words as she cried. Kara stood at the side rubbing her hand, quiet as she watched your’s and Alex’s interaction. 

 You responded quietly, as your tears began to come out.“I know, okay? I know”

Memories of sisters' night, crying and laughing. At your and your sisters' lowest and highest moments. Days and nights begin at each other's side at every moment of the day and night. Ice creams, pizzas, potstickers, and more things exchange as you were in each other's embrace. 

“We are your big sisters, and we are going to bug you in all the possible ways to protect and also to annoy you, little one,” Kara said making you three laugh wetly, as you nodded before the three of you hugged each other. 

And you knew that even sometimes when their words hurt you, and stabbed you in the back with the truth. That they did it because they loved you, they cared about you, and they wanted the best for you. As you did for them. 

#baby danvers #kara danvers x reader #alex danvers x reader #supergirl imagine

[milkmateartist]

HEAVENS Black Garden English Translation 【 Main Story Pt. 1】

[ --- I do not own Black Garden, HEAVENS, Utapri, or any of the characters. This is a fan translation using a combination of google translate and my own japanese knowledge --- ]

// Translated by MilkmateArtist

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▽ = Speaking / Speaker

A deep forest covers the clear sky.

The air here is a little cooler than what's normal for the seasonal temperature.

The surroundings are quiet with only the noise of the trees and my footsteps.

▽ You

Is it really this way?

The continuing trail ahead of me looked more like an animal trail. It would be uncomfortable to even call it a road.

Anxious, I dropped my eyes down to the letter.

A letter that arrived to me even though I had no relatives.

It stated that I had the right to inherit the legacy of a person who claimed to be my paternal grandfather.

I lost my parents early and didn't know my grandfather, let alone his relatives.

Invited by the letter, I was now visiting the land mentioned there.

It was a place rich in nature called the "Heavenly Forest".

Everything I saw was shining.

▽ You

Maybe that is it over there...?

In an open area, there appeared to be a beautifully made road and an iron gate.

The gate is locked.

(A) Give up and go home

(B) Try calling out

(C) Break the lock

(A) Give up and go home

▽ You

There is no sign of anyone around, and there is no way to ask.

I have no choice but to give up ...

I went back the way I came and returned to my usual life.

BAD END

(B) Call out

▽ You

I'm sorry! Is anyone there?

I shouted out loud. Behind the gath, the path led further back, and I could see a bit of the shadow of a house.

Maybe they will notice?. However, there was no reply.

CONTINUE

(C) Break the Lock

I picked up a stone that had fallen nearby and swung it down at the key.

▽ You

Eh……?

The stone rolled off the hand without hitting the key.

My head hurt like it was burning, and my vision went red.. I had no choice but to fall into the place without power.

BAD END

CONTINUE:

Next I tried to push the gate.

▽ You

It's no use, but I'll keep trying. I wonder what I should do now.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from a nearby tree.

A person jumped from the top of said tree.

▽ You

!! !!

▽ Hugo

Who are you? What business do you have at the mansion?

I could see that he's well trained from his large body and mannerisms,

▽ Hugo

Hey, answer my question.

▽ You

…… My name is (___). I got a letter and was invited here.

I answered frantically while under the pressure from his force.

▽ Hugo

(___) ?

▽ You

Yes....

He brought his face closer, staring at me with a sharp look.

▽ Hugo

Nope! I haven't heard of you. You're pretty suspicious..

▽ You

Eh?!

▽ Virgil

Hugo, calm down. This person is a client. Moreover, they should be treated politely.

A man came running up from behind and got in between us.

▽ Virgil

I'm sorry, I seem to have surprised you.

With a concerned expression on his face, he bowed his head politely.

▽ Virgil

Hugo's job is to keep an eye on the area around the building since he's the mansions gatekeeper. Don't think too bad of him.

▽ Hugo

……Hmph.. I'm going to go look around. Take it from here.

▽ Virgil

I'm Virgil, the coachman of this building. I was supposed to pick you up, but there seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding.

▽ Virgil

I apologize for the inconvenience, but you allow me to escort you to the mansion?

He extended his elbows as if he were dealing with a lady.

I was nervous, but followed him..

▽ Virgil

We have a short way to walk until we reach the mansion. Even someone whose familiar with the place can get lost.

▽ You

It's a very large area.

Even after walking for a while, I couldn't see the whole view of the building. I feel that the world they live in is different from my own.

▽ Virgil

Especially at night, it's pitch black, so it's dangerous. It's rumored that *things* come out around then.

▽ You

!! !!

I gasped, involuntarily making a large gesture.

▽ Virgil

Ah, that's a good reaction. You're cute, so I can't help but play around a bit. It's just a rumor!

▽ You

…… Oh, okay.

But it was true that there were dark places, that were black even in the daytime.

It's no wonder that something could lurk inside it.

▽ Virgil

Ah, we arrived!

Passing through the stone gate, there was a large mansion towering over it.

▽ Mika

Oh~ You're here~.

A child popped out from the entrance. He came down the stairs and stopped in front of me.

▽ Mika

I will guide you from here! Now go away Virgil!

When I took my arm from Virgil, he double-took as though he wanted to hug me.

▽ Virgil

Mika is pushy as always. But as many times as I say it, it doesn't matter.

He shrugged and went on, still somehow cheery in his tone.

▽ Virgil

I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to the stables to check on the horses. I'll see you later.

▽ Mika

By the way, again ... I'm Mika! I'm working here as a messenger boy.

▽ You

Messenger ... Boy?

I tilt my head, puzzled. It's a profession I'm not too familiar with.

▽ Mika

I take letters from my master and deliver them to other peoples residences, and vice versa. Also, I'm so cute, so I'll be asked to accompany people when I go out.

The owner of this building must be a fairly high-ranking person.

▽ Mika

Leave the area to me, let alone this mansion!! I'm very on top of things, so I know everything.

He probably has a lot of opportunities at his job to come into contact with a lot of different thing.

▽ Mika

Indeed, I even know about that letter you have! My master told me that I went out to the town.

▽ Mika

I'll call Abel, so wait a bit here!

That said, Mika disappeared into the front door.

Left behind, I stopped in front of the big door at the front entrance.. Looking closely, I was amazed at the size of it. .

(A) Observe the mansion

(B) Look into the window

(C) Wait as told

(A) Observe the mansion

I walked around the mansion, drawn to the splendor of the building.

▽ You

I've never seen such a nice house. I wonder if this is also in the inheritance of the heritage ...

When I gently touched the wall, the cool sensation seemed to tell me that this was not a dream.

▽ You

Oh, I want to know soon!

I was thrilled by the glorious life that would be waiting for me.

I thought I heard a loud noise, the next moment, a shock ran to my body.

A part of the dilapidated building collapsed and fell heavily on me.

I can't breathe and I can't move one finger. I feel like I heard someone's voice in the distance, but then I couldn't hear it anymore.

BAD END

(B) Look into the window

I turned to the large window above the front door.

▽ You

!! !!

What I saw for a moment through the gap in the curtain was a devil with a terrifying appearance.

An indescribable horror struck me and I fainted.

When I woke up, I was in a small dark room.

There is no way to know how much time has passed. I was paralyzed.

I was just helpless, wrapped in darkness and waiting for the last moment.

BAD END

(C) Wait as told

I did as I was told. While waiting, I heard an energetic voice from the other side of the door.

I don't know what they were talking about, but I recognized Mika's voice.

He was probably explaining my presence.

The door opened and showed his face, smiling.

▽ Mika

He said you can come in!

I nodded and stepped inside.

▽ Abel

You've arrived, (___). . I'm Abel. The person who is entrusted with this mansion.

▽ You

Nice to meet you…….

▽ Abel

The owner of the mansion wants to extend hospitality to you. Please think of this as your home and relax.

▽ You

Thank you. Um ... may I ask you something?

▽ Abel

Oh. I'll answer to any question.

▽ You

The letter said that the owner of the museum was my grandfather, but what was he like?

▽ Abel

Is that so? I'm sorry for this. There is no way he could have written that. He is still alive.

▽ You

Oh is that so ...!

▽ Abel

He is on a trip now and away from the building. He was very concerned about whether you would respond to the letter.

▽ Mika

He was worried that you wouldn't come to see him.. Because you haven't been in contact for a long time.

▽ You

Above all, I am glad that you have done your best for me. I want to meet him in person and talk.

▽ Abel

Its best to relax until the master returns. You can use this building freely.

Feel free to use this large mansion ... What a luxury! Just thinking about it made me excited.

▽ Abel

However ...

▽ Abel

Do not enter only in the garden at night. Absolutely ...

He spoke in a soft voice up to that point, and my spine froze.

▽ Mika

……Oh... Oh yeah, That's right. I'll go call Keith. See you.

Mika looked frightened and ran to the back of the house as though to escape from something.

▽ Abel

It's dark at night and it's dangerous because the beasts come out. Of course, it's not easy to get in.

Before I knew it, things had returned to the original calm atmosphere.

▽ Keith

...... I made you wait.

▽ Abel

You're here. This is (___).

▽ Keith

...... I'm Keith. ……Nice to meet you.

I waited for his next words, but apparently this was the end of his self-introduction. He seemed to be the quiet type.

▽ You

It's nice to meet you.

▽ Abel

Keith is a servant of the master. He is also an escort and is a very reliable man.

I wondered if the sword on his waist was for escort too..?

▽ Abel

Keith, could you please guide them through the mansion? I have office duties from now on.

▽ Keith

……Yeah..

He nodded, extending a hand to me and we started walking.

▽ Keith

…… where to.. ...... Is there a place you're interested in?

(A) Somewhere to relax

(B) Somewhere fun

(C) A secret place

(A) A place to relax

▽ You

Where does everyone go to relax?

▽ Keith

……this way..

There was an open space beyond the entrance, with a large sofa.

▽ Keith

……the hall. Here ... people often talk ...

The light came in and there was a warm atmosphere. When I tried sitting on the couch I sank in, feeling how high quality it was.

▽ You

I might just wind up telling a long story now

CONTINUE

(B) A place to enjoy

▽ You

What do you enjoy doing during your breaks?

▽ Keith

...... Enjoy, huh? Not much ... entertainment around but...

Thinking about it a bit, he stepped forward. There was a quiet place in the basement.

Opening the door revealed many books. inside.

▽ Keith

Doing research ..., reading aloud ... Besides books, there are also games.

▽ You

Wow! With all of this there will never be enough time

CONTINUE

(C) A secret place

▽ You

Since this is such a huge mansion, is there a secret place? It's like a room that doesn't open.

Without thinking I curiously asked. Keith's eyes glistened.

▽ Keith

There is…….

▽ You

……!

▽ Keith

...... no such room.

▽ You

Ah, I- I figured....

I then saw at the end of the corridor that there was dim passage.

As I approached, I saw a staircase leading upwards. It was dark, and I couldn't see how long it was.

Strangely anxious, I stepped up the stairs as though they were sucking me in.

▽ You

Ah-…….

I couldn't understand what was happening.. A red stain was spreading at the soles of my feet.

▽ You

W..Why…….

Those were my last words.

BAD END

CONTINUE:

I was guided through the hall. There were various rooms, all of which were luxuriously constructed.

▽ Keith

There are still more rooms ... But I must not.. tire you out.

▽ You

Is there still more! ?? From the looks of things I think I can go on..

▽ Keith

You don't have to rush ... There is a lot of time ...

He smiled as he looked at me with my eyes rounded. Seeing that smile made me happy we were getting more acquainted.

▽ You

Hey, that sword is pretty neat. Is it for self-defense?

What I had been worried about for a long time just kind of spilled out of my mouth.

▽ Keith

This ...?

He touched the sword that hung from his waist.

▽ You

Yeah, I'm asking about what it's used for....

I swallowed words on their way out. Acutely my body froze up and I couldn't move.

Keith's eyes became sharp and sparkled with a suspicious light.

▽ Keith

………….

I thought he was going to silently take out the sword from the sheath, but in an instant he thrust it at me.

▽ Keith

It's a cursed sword that seeks the blood of a young maiden. ...... Should I try it out?

He had a cold expression holding no emotion.

▽ You

Eek ...!

▽ Keith

……just kidding.

With that said, he rotated the handle of his heavy sword and put it back in its sheath.

▽ You

Ha, haha.... That was something.

The tension released at once, and I sighed loudly.

▽ Keith

I'm sorry ... I seem to have surprised you.

Seeing his clumsy smile, I understood this was his odd way of interacting with me.

▽ Eric

Hey, Keith. Can you taste the food for me? I think I did a good job!

A young man ran up with a smile.

▽ Eric

You are...! Could it be...

He corrected his posture, astonished when he noticed me.

▽ You

I'm ( ___ ), . The person who came here after receiving a letter.

▽ Eric

( ___ ), It's a nice name. I'm Eric. Nice to meet you.

A bit shy, his cheeks went pink and he bashfully looked down.

▽ Eric

About that, ... I was cooking for you. I hope you like it.

▽ You

Thank you!

▽ Eric

Ah, it's not a big deal at all. I was a little unsure because I made a special menu that I haven't all that often.

▽ Keith

Do not worry. Eric's food is ... always delicious.

▽ Eric

Is that so? I'm happy you say that. That's not all, I'm also in charge of cooking.

▽ Eric

Have you met everyone else yet?

▽ Keith

They have not met Simon....

▽ Eric

Simon should be in the garden at this time.

▽ Keith

Eric ... It would be good if you took them ... I will continue the cooking.

▽ Eric

Really ? I still have a lot of supper preparations left.

▽ Keith

It's fine……. You're able to convey the charm of the garden better as a gardener.

▽ Eric

All right. Thank you, Keith. Well then, let's go.

▽ Eric

It's better to go to the garden from outside the building. We will use the back road, it's a detour from where we are now.

Leaving the mansion, we walked side by side on the road leading to the garden.

▽ Eric

The roses are in full bloom this time of year, so I really recommend seeing them!

He spoke with an excited gesture. . I could tell he loved the garden from the bottom of his heart.

▽ Eric

It's breathtakingly beautiful. I see them everyday but I find myself visiting. I often have tea with my friends there.

▽ You

Friends……. What kind of relationship do you have with everyone? It's nice being close.

▽ Eric

I'm a colleague, but it's like we're a family. I've lived here together since forever and we're always by one anothers side.

I was very envious of that kind of family relationship since I had no relatives.

▽ Eric

Oh, Abel ... He's my real brother. So he's actually family.

Now that I think of it, it seems their hair and eye colors are similar. But their personality and energy are completely different.

▽ Eric

We'll arrive in the garden soon.

▽ You

Um……. I heard that you shouldn't enter the garden at night. Why is that?

I tossed out the words I've been contemplating for a while after asking Abel.

▽ Eric

...... Who, did you hear from?

Eric stopped.

▽ Eric

Who ...? Hey ...?

I was grabbed by my shoulder and interrogated. The energy he was giving off made it feel like he was a different person.

▽ You

…… M-, Mr. Abel.

▽ Eric

What my brother says is absolute. Don't go against it ... absolutely.

With a serious look, I nodded deeply.

▽ Eric

Haha. I thought you would understand. Well, we arrived.

After passing through the aisle, there was a grand "paradise".

The calm garden, full of flowers, praised the beauty of the world.

▽ You

Beautiful ...

▽ Eric

Right? I'm glad you liked it. But I can't find Simon.

I looked around, but there was no sign of anyone.

▽ Eric

He should be taking a nap somewhere in the garden, so let's split up and find search.

▽ You

Okay!

We split up and started looking for Simon.

(A) Search behind the tall hedge

(B) Search in the flower field

(C) Search the boundary between the forest and the garden

(A) Search Behind the tall Hedge

▽ You

Is it behind this hedge ...?

It was a good hiding spot since it was as tall as a person and provided good shade for a nap.

I looked behind, but no one was there.

CONTINUE

(B) Search in the Flower Field

▽ You

He must be in a flower field.

It felt like If I slept surrounded by these beautiful flowers, I'd have a good dream.

Pushing my way through the flowers, only butterflies took off and there was no harvest.

CONTINUE

(C) Search the boundary between the forest and the garden

▽ You

Maybe he's further out.

The back of the vast garden was adjacent to the forest. Maybe there was a good place to take a nap in the woods, like under the shade of a tree.

I went deeper and deeper in.

( -----JUMP TO SIMONS ROUTE------)

CONTINUE:

▽ You

Where are you ...

Distracted by the surroundings, I tripped in the grass.

▽ You

Kya!

Falling forward, I landed in a bush.

▽ You

This is…….

There was a small space in the bush that allowed me to get up, and in that place there also was a young man with transparent white skin.

▽ You

Are you Simon ...?

▽ Simon

Who are you ...? Why are you here ...

He curled up as if frightened, and bore the color of hostility in his eyes.

▽ You

I'm ( ___ ), I'm sorry to have surprised you.

▽ Simon

( ___ ) ……. The Lord's relative?

Most likely being explained to in advance, Simon looked relieved.

▽ You

This is a warm and comfortable place huh. It's very relaxing.

▽ Simon

Oh……. Do you understand too? A feeling of being gently wrapped in nature .... It seems to awaken a memory of before being born.

His expression was ecstatic and his eyes were shining. I could tell that he had a pure and straight heart.

▽ Simon

Oh ... what a wonderful day. I will once again enjoy the splendor while feeling the vibrations of the earth ....

Then he gently closed his eyelids.

▽ Simon

Zzzz …….

▽ You

Simon, don't sleep!

I grabbed his shoulders and shook him but it didn't help much.

▽ You

Eric was looking for you..

▽ Simon

...... Eric was ...?

▽ Eric

I found you! So you were here huh.

Eric looked into the bushes.

Suddenly, the low roar of thunder sounds.

A black rain cloud cast a shadow over the clear blue sky.

▽ Eric

The weather is going to change, so let's go back to the mansion.

We quickly left the garden.

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[peachykindalovesyou]

What would the yandere dorm leaders do when their darling dedicates a Christmas album to them? Like they are famous singer?

Authors note:: I think about this scenario a lot (/0wu)- <3 (I apologize that these are short, I haven’t grasped their personalities completely yet! qwq)

Famous Singer!MC Dedicating A Christmas Album To The Dorm Leaders

Riddle Rosehearts

His face is as red as literally everything in the Heartslabyul dorm

As soon as he heard his name in one of your songs, his face flushed red and he had to go take a breather else where.

He never knew you were a famous singer! Why didn’t you tell him this!

He’s never felt so embarrassed and flustered, yet so annoyed and aggravated!

Your beautiful honey like voice should only be reserved for him, no one else.

Hearing your beautiful voice singing about the holidays and him, he could sleep like a baby listening to you.

Not to mention how much he listens to the album in his free time, even when its summer! Nothing will stop him.

Of course, he listens to it in private so he can keep up with his professional queen like status.

He also doesn’t want any of his residents or dorm mates to make fun of him.

Especially the Adeuce duo, keep them far away from him when he’s listening to music.

Overall, he is supportive of your career path, but maybe you should make your songs private instead. They are only for him to listen to, and admire.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona doesn’t listen to music very often, but once he hears that you sing? He’s more than intrigued.

He listens to it in his free time (Which is pretty common for him)

When you mentioned him in one of your songs, his eyes widened a little and he cheeks were dusted with a slight maroon hue.

Now everyone knows you’re his and he’s yours, right?

Now will they stop drooling over you?

If not, he’s always ready to pounce.

He had to replay it again and again to make sure he wasn’t hearing things.

You actually mentioned him in one of your songs? HIM?

He is very flustered, but covers it up with a cocky grin, smirking in front of the others when you mention (forced to mention) your album for him.

Hearing your voice makes him feel so calm and collected, he wants you to sing him to sleep!...You have a lot of singing to do.

He doesn’t care if its the holidays or not, he wants to hear your heavenly voice all year ‘round!

He thinks its amazing how you’ve managed to get this far, he does, but he feels the need to hide you from the world, your voice, body, mind, soul, your everything should belong to him, only him.

Now that that’s said...

do you mind giving him a private concert of his own? He’d really appreciate it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

Would you like to apologize to his brain? Why you ask? Because it stopped functioning.

When he hears you dedicated it to him, he goes off the fucking shits.

He wants to tell the whole world about how you’re his and only his!

Once he hears it he wants you to sing to him in private while he works or relaxes, it soothes him so much, he can’t help but want to hear more and more of your angelic voice.

On one hand he might try to have you sing in the Mostro Lounge for the holidays.

Sorry, scratch that, he wants you to sing in the Mostro Lounge every chance you get.

But on the other hand, he wants to keep your lovely voice for himself!

When he hears that you’re famous? He won’t take that very well.

He wants you to himself! No one else! Only him!!!

He doesn’t want and useless clams looking your way, it should only be him ogling his eyes at you. But at the same time, all he wants to do is show you off to the world, show them how far his Angelfish has gotten.

Just one more thing for you, it’d be wise of you to keep on making albums for him.

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim is so happy to hear that you dedicate something to him!

Are you finally learning to love him? Are you!? ARE YOU!?

He’s so excited, he’s practically bouncing off the walls! Even Jamil can’t stop him now!

Kalim demands to throw a party in celebration of this! Showing you off to the others.

He has it Christmas themed as well, it fits, doesn’t it?

Your songs are playing over and over again at the party.

He wants to show you off to everyone and everything!

His face practically SCREAMS “Look at my partner! Look LOOK LOOK!!!!”

The fact that you’re famous amazes him so much!

How did you do it? How did you get this far? Was it hard?

Let the questions and even more looks of adoration roll in..

Of course, he supports you so much! Maybe you could even feature him in another album in the future? Pretty please?

But no matter what, you’ll only love him, right? You wouldn’t ever break his heart, ever, right?

Vil Schoenheit

When he first listens to the album, he is critiquing almost everything about it.

But he appreciated the gesture, no less. It just proves everyone that you belong to him, and him alone.

If you make a music video based off of the songs you wrote, he will help you get ready and choose your outfit and makeup.

If fact, no matter the occasion, he will always doll you up. Going to a small get together? He’s doing your makeup. Going shopping? He’s already picking out a cute top.

he might even dress up with you and give you a passionate kiss in front of the cameras.

He likes posting pictures of you two together in elegant clothing with the captions similar to “Aren’t they just beautiful?” or “My one and only.”

Even your fans won’t know what’s going on, they think you two are the perfect and most beautiful couple.

In every photo he is always holding you close, a visible tight grip on your waist, he’s never going to let go.

If you let him, no...he will force you to do the same with him. Making you wrap your arms around his neck and look into his eyes, although yours hold fear and anxiety while his hold the look of admiration and deep love.

He will make you dedicate another album or song to him, you might as well with your whole career. You are always under his complete control, just a doll for him to dress up and play with.

Idia Shroud

He already knew you were going to make one from the start, he knows almost everything about you thanks to his incredible hacking skills and his quiet demeanor.

As he already heard the news, when you finally released it, he wasn’t surprised that everyone loved and adored you.

What he didn’t know, was that you were going to dedicate it to him.

His face flushed red and he hid in his large hoodie, practically swimming in it at this point.

He is a naturally shy person, so seeing you do this for him, he wouldn’t be able to show his face to you, at all.

But once he finally gets over the shyness, he quickly calls you over to his room, and if you don’t come, he’ll get Ortho to fetch you instead.

Once you’re finally their with him in his room, he quietly approaches you, twiddling his thumbs. The ground has never looked more interesting to him in his entire life.

He asks if you really meant that, you had to lie now. When you said yes, you could see tears in his eyes, as well as his bright pink cheeks.

He makes you spend time with him in his room, watching anime, playing video games, and cuddling.

He hugs you close to his body, pressing his face into your chest, looking up he asks you if you really love him with a pleading face.

Yes. You did. But...are you sure you’re being honest?

Malleus Draconia (+ a lil’ bit of Lilia...)

Someone would have to tell him for him to find out, since, well...he isn’t too familiar with modern technology.

The people who would tell him would be Silver (A very low chance though...a sleepy boy, he is.), Sebek, and Lilia. Definitely Lilia.

When he first listens to the song, he feels warm inside.

He isn’t the type to listen to music, but this is most definitely an exception.

He would much rather listen to it with you though, isn’t it nice just to be alone together?

Just you and him...as well as the growing suspension in the room.

You would sit there uncomfortably, hoping that he would just give you a little more freedom since you have done this for him.

He would hum along to the music and suggest dancing, you would have to oblige, you can’t have a punishment now.

You’re constantly waiting for the songs to end, you used to enjoy his company when he wasn’t so protective. But now? That enjoyment is ruined, gone.

Lilia would join you two! Taking turns dancing with you and singing as well. He’d offer to bake cookies for the three of you! (Don’t take the offer, please..)

They are both possessive over you, this is only for them to enjoy, you are only for them to enjoy, you will be their obedient and joyful ruler.

Now now, just put on that crown and give yourself to the Prince Of Thorns, you wouldn’t want to risk a punishment, would you?

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[wolf-and-bard]

*Giggles at all of your cute chaos cousins posts* *Imagines Ciri’s royal family meeting her Witcher family* I was just wondering if you might wanna write a little something to satisfy my craving for some everyone lives fluff? ❤️ I’m honestly just imagining sweet sea hound Eist meeting and making friends with the wolf boys XD

My friend ♥️ Do excuse the long wait, my brain was not in the mood for fluff for a bit there. This did turn out rather silly, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway! Maybe don't take it too seriously 😂

Everyone lives family-floof (with some vaguely implied Lambskel), rated T, 3.1k. Enjoy!

„Welcome, welcome,“ the crashing mine-cart voice of Crach en Craite boomed up the gangway which Geralt treaded lightly, Ciri clinging to his backside. The girl had slept through half of their ship’s journey and was still softly snoring. Geralt could feel drool against his neck, but he didn’t mind so much with her. It made him bite down on a smile as he set foot on the wooden planks of the dock.

The air around them was filled with the general clamour of Ard Skellig’s harbour, people that embarked and disembarked from various vessels, traders that carried wares to and fro, merchants that advertised their wares, children that spent their lazy afternoons watching the various ships dock.

Nothing of the wars with Nilfgaard had reached the Skellige Isles, not a single galley of the Black Ones, nor yet a spark of the fires that consumed the Northern Kingdoms. Nothing of the wars had reached their host either. Crach stood as a proud and stout warrior with open arms and a stately set of his shoulders, smiling broadly through his thick beard.

“Well met, Jarl,” Geralt said.

„Geralt of Rivia,“ he hollered and laughed and came up to Geralt to greet him before he noticed Ciri on his back. „By Freya, if it isn’t my dear cousin.“ Ciri perked up at that, and laughed when she saw the low bow Crach was giving her. She tugged on Geralt’s hair and he let her down with a grunt.

“Cousin Crach,” she squealed and barrelled into him under his thunderous laughter.

Geralt crossed his arms and smiled as the two of them hugged out their reunion, Crach bent low to wrap his huge arms around Ciri’s body, still small in spite of all the training she had done under the witchers’ careful instruction. Speaking of which…

“Man, this place stinks,” Lambert complained as he joined Geralt on the dock. His face was slightly pale, had taken on a greenish taint, and he wore a constant scowl. “Please don’t tell me all they have to eat is fish, I’d kill for a roasted chicken leg right now.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you,” Eskel said and he too took up position on Geralt’s side. Vesemir was the last to leave the ship, having chatted with the captain about sightings of rare sea creatures all journey long, and he looked as vivacious and happy as Lambert looked annoyed and sickly. A flush was spread over his cheeks and a bounce suffused his step making him seem younger than the lot of them which was a ridiculous notion. Geralt huffed, and jostled Lambert lightly.

“Fuck off!” the youngest wolf yapped and jostled him right back.

“I brought my family,” Ciri announced when she wound out of Crach’s embrace and her eyes glittered, a sea-weed green under the afternoon sun which hung in a cloudless sky. Her chest swelled in pride as she waved Crach over to introduce them.

“You know Geralt of course,” she said and Crach and Geralt exchanged another nod. Crach winked and Geralt bit down on his laughter. “The greatest witcher to ever walk the Continent!”

“I have a thing or two to say to that,” Vesemir huffed.

“You’re right, the second-greatest witcher to ever walk the Continent. Vesemir taught him,” Ciri explained and Crach saluted Vesemir loosely, then turned to the other two.

“These are my uncles Eskel and Lambert.”

“Not your uncle, kiddo,” Lambert grumbled.

“As you can see, Uncle Lambert is a massive killjoy. But he can be fun if he wants to be, he taught me how to make bombs.”

Geralt waited for the realization to hit Crach, the sudden understanding that having this girl live with four witchers of all people might have been the worst thing to happen to her, and that he should have them all executed for their crimes against the crown. But Crach only chuckled which, if anything, made Lambert even more suspicious. Geralt could see it in his narrowed eyes.

“Uncle Eskel is the best cook ever and he’s so strong. He once carried me and Uncle Lambert to bed when we fell asleep playing Gwent on the battlements. He makes a super strong herbal tea and he knows all about the weirdest kinds of monsters, those even witchers get to fight rarely. But don’t cross him, I hear his Axiis can knock you right out.”

“They can,” Eskel said, a faint blush clinging to his cheeks. “But so can my fists. Thank you for having us, Jarl.”

“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about, but I’m sure these men are great people and fine company. Welcome to all of you and my sincerest thanks for taking my cousin in. Her family is ours also and shall be welcomed on Ard Skellig henceforth. Please, dear witchers, follow me, there is much ale to toast with and a few other people that should like to make your acquaintance. Our servants have prepared a royal feast in your honour.”

“Royal feast, who gives a shit. Don’t think we will be wooed by manners and wine,” Lambert muttered and Crach laughed. “We’re only here because the brat was nagging us about it.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Lambert,” Ciri said and batted her lashes at him. “There’ll be beer and cuss words and all the types of fish you can imagine, it’ll be right up your alley.”

“Call me uncle one more time,” Lambert said through his teeth and Eskel drew an arm around his shoulder to pull him close, then whispered something into his ear which Vesemir and Geralt heard, but the others couldn’t. Lambert flushed red, Eskel smirked, and Vesemir scowled at them. Geralt shook his head, biting down on an amused smile.

“We would love to join you in the keep,” he said. Ciri beamed at him, and so did Crach. Lambert was suspiciously quiet all the way up.

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The moment Crach threw open the grand double doors at the end of the bridge that led into the entrance hall of Ard Skellig’s keep, a blur of reds and browns came shooting from a dark corner and barrelled straight into Ciri, knocking her over. All four witchers fell into various fighting stances immediately, their focus trailed on the heap of limbs on the floor, but as soon as Ciri’s excited giggles echoed through the great space, they relaxed.

“Cerys,” Ciri laughed and they tumbled about on the floor, Ciri and a girl that was no more than a couple years younger than she. She had flaming red hair and wore a version of Crach’s armour, adjusted to fit her still growing body. The girl grappled with Ciri, then tried to pin her down, but Ciri’s training kicked in – Geralt noticed her perfect execution of a manoeuvre that flipped their positions – and she gained the upper hand. Cerys stared up at her, wide-eyed, then burst into laughter that too matched the thunder of her father. It was amazing, coming from such a small person.

“You,” Cerys hissed between hiccups of laughter. “You abandoned me. You promised to be here for my birthday, but you abandoned me for what? This group of stinky old men?” She glared at the witchers, or tried to, but her eyes spelled mirth.

“We’re not adopting another child,” Lambert said and Eskel jostled him. Vesemir and Crach were both smiling into their beards.

“My darling Cerys,” Ciri said and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose. Cerys howled in dismay and wriggled in Ciri’s grip, all in good humour. “How you’ve grown.” With that, Ciri let her go and pulled her cousin up with her. The girls regared each other for a long moment, then fell into a bear hug.

Geralt watched them, arms crossed, and felt his heart warm at the sight. He hadn’t realized prior to this trip, stupidly hadn’t realized, how much family Ciri still had, how many connections to the world. When he’d taken her in, the only thing on his mind had been getting her to safety. He’d thought she had no one left and now here she was, a bright young girl, on her way to become the first ever female witcher, with two families to call her own. There were doubts there too, of course. Should he have brought her here in the first place?

“You did good with her, wolf,” Vesemir said as he came up to Geralt’s side and placed a light hand on his bicep.

“We all did, even Lambert,” Geralt said. “But maybe it’s time to give her back to the world?”

“She would have your cock sizzling over a campfire for that if you even implied it.” Geralt’s eyes widened and he stared at Vesemir. Vesemir had his gaze fixed on the still hugging girls, but his moustache twitched. “She’s one of us now, Geralt.”

Geralt accepted that in silence. Right then, his ears pricked up as he heard two more people approach from a stairway to the right. One of them Geralt recognized instantly in his proud bearing and his weathered face. Eist Tuirseach, former Jarl of Skellige, King of the fallen country of Cintra, always bore himself with pride, nobility and mischief woven about his person like an invisible cloak. Geralt liked the old sea bear, even though he’d only met the man briefly at his and Calanthe’s betrothal. The day Geralt had claimed Ciri as his child surprise. He saw Geralt and nodded slightly, then his eyes fell to Ciri – who had finally let go of Cerys – and they widened, lips parting in a gasp as though, up until now, he hadn’t quite believed she would come.

“Cirilla,” he said, oh so quietly, but she heard. She’d been wintering with wolves, she heard. And in an instant, she was across the space between them, had hurled herself into his arms. Ciri shrank then, back into the girl Geralt had first picked up in the middle of the war and Eist’s eyes filled with tears as he crouched down to envelop her in his arms which were clad in furs. He buried his face in her hair and both sobbed quietly.

“Who is he?” Eskel asked under his breath.

“Her grandfather,” Geralt replied to put it simple. Titles would mean nothing to Eskel, nor to Lambert. His brothers actually cared as much about politics as Geralt pretended to care about them which was nothing at all.

“I had not known King Eist had survived the war,” Vesemir said to Crach. The two warriors were standing off to the side, heads tucked together while Eskel stood with Geralt and Lambert… Lambert sat cross-legged on the floor, caught in a staring match with little Cerys. In all of that, the broad but hunched figure of what Geralt assumed was Cerys’ brother, got lost somehow. He stood close to Eist, eyes trailed at the ground. Geralt dismissed him as unthreatening and insignificant, and refocused his attention to Eist and Ciri who were still holding onto each other as though the White Frost was about to sweep over the lands and they could only fend it off by hugging. Something barbed lodged in Geralt’s throat at the sight. He swallowed it down. He was not Ciri’s father.

As if she could sense his distress, Ciri detached herself and walked back to the wolves, beckoning Eist to come along.

“You’ve got to meet them all,” she said to the old king. “You can’t imagine what they’re like.”

“I really can’t,” Eist said. There was a healthy flush on his cheeks and he wouldn’t meet Geralt’s eyes. It was a good thing because if he had, they might have just both lost it over Ciri’s antics. It was like she’d de-aged by half a decade, childish excitement replacing the determined wolf she’d become.

“You have met Geralt. And this next to him is Eskel, my favourite uncle,” Ciri expained and Eist and Eskel shook hands.

“Hey, I heard that!” Lambert called and Cerys whooped, having won the staring match upon Lambert’s indignant outcry.

“I thought you weren’t my uncle,” Ciri retorted and they spent a moment sticking their tongues out at each other as Eskel and Eist briefly chatted about the sea journey to which Geralt hummed along. It was a lot, all these people in a room together, and he had expected them to clash, but somehow… it worked out.

At first, they’d all thought it was a terrible idea. They’d gotten word from the Skellige Isles, a coded message that had contained an invitation for the witchers and Ciri – if the rumours of her survival should be true – to sail to Ard Skellig and stay with the an Craites who’d become part of her family by her grandmother’s marriage to Crach’s uncle.

Vesemir had been completely against it, Eskel had refrained from commenting on the matter and simply gotten ready for another year on the Path, Lambert had kept spewing all the reasons why they shouldn’t at anyone who would listen. Geralt… Geralt had wanted to do good by Ciri and he’d known she needed it. To be with normal people, people that knew her in a way the witchers couldn’t. He’d also painfully understood Lambert’s arguments. It was dangerous for anyone involved. But in the end, Ciri had put on all her charms, had gotten out her arsenal of annoyance, and had convinced them to dare. They rarely did that these days, daring. They’d discussed it over the fire one night, and had decided, collectively decided because unfathomably, the girl wanted them all to come, to indulge her. And here they were.

“So,” Vesemir said as he approached Eist, both thumbs hooked into his belt and one eyebrow raised in his best impression of the hard teacher he used to be. Eist did not cower. “You are the reason this girl has been playing all manners of pranks on me.”

“I should hope so. Someone has to be around for her to fill their shoes with muck and put hair dye in their soap and so on. I would be direly disappointed in Cirilla if she hadn’t found someone to pester while he were separated,” Eist said and extended a hand. Vesemir glanced down at it, pretended to ponder, and Geralt and Eskel turned their heads down to hide their smiles. “Call me Eist.”

“Do you know, Eist, that I have woken up with my feet coated in honey and ants only yesterday?”

“That was Lambert’s idea though,” Ciri protested.

“Well, this Lambert must be an absolutely charming young man then,” Eist chuckled and from Lambert’s glare he did not cower either.

“I’m older than you, grandpa, I’ve had enough of this,” Lambert said. “You know what? That bridge looked funny. I think I’ll just go and jump over the railing it and see how many somersaults I can do on the way down. Aiden taught me a new way to get more spinning power.” With that, the youngest wolf got up, gave Cerys a pat on the head and made a run for it.

“LAMBERT, NO,” both Vesemir and Eskel shouted and gave chase, and Crach and Eist bellowed out laughter. Geralt and Ciri rolled their eyes at each other. It was then that Ciri finally noticed her other cousin, and only because Cerys stood by his side now. That close, the similarities were uncanny, brother and sister no doubt. They had the same long nose, the same hands. Hands that had wielded steel before and often. In a way, then, Ciri might fit in better now than she had before. Before Kaer Morhen, before the war. Before her life had fallen to pieces around her.

“Hjalmar,” Ciri said and approached the pair of siblings. Hjalmar shrugged, then walked away without sparing her a glance.

“He’s having a phase,” Cerys huffed. “We’ll hang out after dinner! Now that you’re apparently a fighter, we ought to spar. We can, father, right?” Both girls looked to Crach who seemed a little forlorn all by himself, eyes darting between where the witchers had disappeared to, where Hjalmar had disappeared to, and where Cerys and Ciri made puppy eyes at him.

“Cerys may fight, of course,” Crach said. “But I cannot decide for Cirilla.”

“Cirilla can damn well decide for herself,” Ciri said, fist clenching as if around the grip of an invisible sword. Back in Kaer Morhen, she would be scolded for backing down on a challenge and so she shook Cerys’ hand now before the girl trailed after her brother.

“I should… make sure they don’t set the place on fire. Eist will show you to your rooms once the rest of your family returns,” Crach said with a wave and followed his children with heavy steps, each a sigh against the carpet.

“Right then,” Ciri said and turned to Geralt and Eist, now the only people left in attendance. “What have you been up to, grandpa?”

“Oh, we’ve been spending our days on the terraces, watching for whales and counting seals. Calanthe has been bored out of her mind, as I’m sure you can imagine.”

Geralt froze and so did Ciri. They exchanged a long look and Geralt could smell the tears prickle in Ciri’s eyes, but they didn’t manifest. Geralt gave an almost imperceptible nod and Ciri turned back to Eist, drawing a deep breath.

“She’s alive then.”

“She’s alive.”

“I want to see her,” Ciri demanded and held out her hand for Eist to take. To guide her. This was not a reunion Geralt needed to pry into, and so he inclined his head and gestured for them to go on.

“But Ciri,” Eist said and squeezed her hand. His voice had fallen to a quieter key and Geralt cocked his head to listen for his heartbeat. Not faster, slower if anything, but a certain tension was there nonetheless. There was something wrong with Calanthe. Something significant. “She might not be awake. She… rarely is.”

“What happened to her?”

“I think I should see how many somersaults Lambert managed,” Geralt interjected carefully and made to leave, but Ciri grabbed his hand before he could. Their eyes met again and hers were hard around the edges, softened on the inside. I need you, Geralt, the flicker in them said. And Geralt was not her father, not yet, he thought, and he didn’t know if he ever would be, but he would never deny her a request like this. She needed him, Geralt was there.

Eist glanced at where they held hands and his weary expression was washed away by a wistful smile.

“Knowing Calanthe, she should like to explain it to you in due time. You will see that she was wounded in the storm on Cintra and is still in recovery.”

“She’s the Lioness,” Ciri said simply. “She will roar and rise again.”

That she will, Geralt thought. And you right alongside her.

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[twstlotus]

Hello! Could I get some hcs on how riddle, Jack, kalim, +who ever you’d like would react if their crush (gender neutral please) was just super casual about touches? Like they’re almost always touching our boys in some way if that makes sense lol! Thank you in advance!

hello, anon. a headcanon on how the three would react if their crush was all-around touchy with them, now? fufufu. i sincerely hope that what i’ve written here suffices! but once again, please point out to me if i make any character inaccuracies or if you have criticism! they’re greatly appreciated.

 i enjoyed writing this a lot, and i hope you enjoy reading it, too.

Riddle Rosehearts

Prior to developing a crush on you, Riddle would only jump slightly whenever you’d place a hand on his shoulder without him noticing, sometimes scolding you lightly for it. If you still had your hand on him afterwards, he may mention to you how he might enforce a rule (specifically for you) stating that no one may touch the dorm leader without his consent.

“(Y/N), I ask of you to keep your hands to yourself. Or else I’ll have to enforce a new rule I’ve been contemplating– ‘Rule 811, do not touch the dorm leader without his consent.’”

Despite his warnings, you merely give a sly smile at his words and continue to have your hand on his shoulder, maybe even both hands on his shoulders– or a hand at his back? Riddle can only sigh begrudgingly and repeat his warnings at your advances while you snicker at his discontent.

Yet even so– he begins to grow infatuated with you through your many activities and conversations being held between the two of you sometimes; such as painting the roses or tending to the hedgehogs with him, all of which are accompanied by your cheerful laughter. And before he realizes it, he had formed a crush on you.

Nowadays, when you do your usual shoulder-touch with him, a crimson red hue begins to color his cheeks as you happily greet him. He doesn’t declare his usual “Rule 811“ warning anymore though, and he seems to often stumble upon his words whenever speaking to you or if you’re in close proximity. Still, you think it’s just Riddle being Riddle and you don’t take notice of how much his face is burning up than usual, oblivious to how you make his heart race.

Jack Howl

Jack generally doesn’t mind any of your touches, though he may be somewhat surprised by them at times. He’s the most neutral out of the three boys, though he might feel a tad awkward or embarrassed about it when you wrap around his arm and smile innocently at him while doing so.

The two of you would sometimes draw stares from other onlookers while you chat in the hallways, still having your hand tightly secured around his arm. “Huh? Is Jack together with (Y/N)? I didn’t think they’d be his type...” some would say; “Awe, look how cute those two are! Wait...they’re not together?” many would question.

Having sharp ears, Jack could hear nearly most of the murmurs about the two of you, and when he does, his face flushes a deep red. Is that really what others thought of you? A couple? Sure, he thought that these sort of things weren’t as common between friends, but he thought it was just you being friendly. It wasn’t as if he’d grow a crush on you.

Oh, oh no. How horribly mistaken he was. You caught his heart in your hands! Well now, how wouldn’t you? After you showed him your kind heart and how willing you were to help others, how you didn’t assume much despite his seemingly cold and distant outlook, it was obvious that you warmed his heart.

Since then, whenever you wrap your hands around his arm as usual, a light blush begins to creep up his cheek– though rather discreet, it’s still there. His tail begins to wag slightly at your advances and his ears droop a bit. If you were to question it, he’d simply remain quiet and continue walking or proceed with whatever he was doing before, and you’d giggle lightly at his silence– yet unaware of how you’ve made this poor boy’s heartbeat quicken.

Kalim Al-Asim

The most accepting of your touches out of the three boys. He’s a touchy person too, so he doesn’t see the issue in you slinking an arm around his shoulder and him having an arm around yours as well. What’s wrong with that? It just means that it’s a sign of trust between two people!

If anything, Kalim would be the one to greet you with a high-five every morning before Jamil has to drag him away. Even so, not many people would think much of how touchy the two of you may be. Everyone’s already familiar with Kalim’s friendly and open nature and how touchy you can be with other people so they don’t pay much mind to it.

But still, it doesn’t take long for Kalim to begin falling for you. You’re such a cheerful and lively person, especially in his parties! He loves seeing you moving to the rhythm of the beat– or to the rhythm of your own heart– how carefree you are. It makes him happy to see you happy! But...what’s this feeling in his heart though? He doesn’t quite know this fluttering feeling in his heart,

He talks about how he feels about you to Jamil. Surely, he’d know what it was, right? He’s rather disappointed at the fact that he has to explain to Kalim about his own feelings, but he’s not exactly surprised. Kalim seems to be slightly in-denial about it though, but he’s not opposed to it either; nevertheless, his feelings for you still makes his heartbeat quicken.

Even after he begins to develop a crush on you, not much changes, really. He’s still the touchy Kalim as he was before, albeit his touchiness increasing; his morning high-fives turn to hugs, and the arms that’d wrap around your shoulders would occasionally switch down to slinking an arm around your waist instead, all the while he flashes you his usual bright smile; and when you smile back, his heart begins to race. Is he truly just friends with you?

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