#let's hope there's nothing important on that monday because it will take a while to get back from berlin

[blueberry-beanie]

also going to see glass animals in berlin in october

#yay only the 2nd concert for this year #can ee announce sth for us here! #let's hope there's nothing important on that monday because it will take a while to get back from berlin #sadly can't go to aurora in september because i already know i'll have daily classes that week

[jeongharine]

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⚝ wonwoo x reader

⚝ comedy, light smut

⚝ notes: the one where jeon wonwoo is your nerdy math tutor. but he’s unexpectedly hot. and you’re his friend’s sister. obviously. (part ii)

“a pc bang?” “yes she’s always there,” says hoshi, while munching down his sandwich.

“but i can’t teach her there-” “of course you can’t, but you’ll find her there. it’s the one on the left around the corner,”

“now, remind me why i am doing this,” “because you’re my friend and i’m fantastic at being one,”

wonwoo just gulps down his apple juice, looking at the time on his phone.

“you should change this narrative, it’s getting boring,” “wonu, i just need you to do me this favour because if she doesn’t pass this class it’ll be a problem, okay?”

a sigh. “yes, that’s fine. but only for this class okay?” hoshi grins, all teeth “you’re the best,”

“yeah.. i better be going then, i hope she’s a well-mannered student otherw-” wonwoo says, setting off.

“oh.. about that..” “what?” he stops.

“nothing, she listens well,” hoshi says, scratching the back of his head.

x

she listens well when she wants to, he should have said.

not that this a surprise for wonwoo, knowing her brother. but damn, this girl is getting on his nerves.

“okay y/n, let me be clear. your brother begged me to give you lessons, so now please can we go to the library?”

“nu-uh, i have a tournament here this afternoon. we can do another day,” you crack your fingers and re-position your chair.

“see, maybe this is why you’re not getting through this class. you can do the tournament another day, it’s more important to study matrix systems to pass the exam than gaming,”

“boooooring, i will do that tonight if i feel like it okay? i don’t need your-” you turn your chair around to face him. “...help...”

since when your brother’s friends were this handsome. holy fuck, with that cap on before you couldn’t see anything and maybe he should have kept it on for your sanity. fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. fuckity fuck.

you can see that he is deeply annoyed by your behaviour, probably he’s used to people who take academic life very seriously. nah, he’s friend with hoshi so. you scoff a laugh.

and he’s just there, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

or maybe to beg you.

“but on second thoughts...” you begin to say, “we can come to an agreement..” “that is?” he shifts in his position.

“we game for about an hour, because you game and i can see that just by looking at your face. and then, we can look at the first two chapters of maths analysis. i think this we’ll do, yes.” you grin widely.

and he hates to admit that the grinning suits you best.

wonwoo promised hoshi that he would have at least gotten through the matrix systems today with you, but here he is. without a fucking clue of what to do.

and you are just looking at him smiling prettily, as if you absolutely don’t know how charming and good-looking you are.

so wonwoo just sighs, and turns his head to glance at the pc screen near him.

even his side profile is pretty, you think to yourself.

“fine. but at least let’s play some battlegrounds.”

“can’t promise you anything,” you say pleasantly, eyes creasing in a glittering smile that suddenly makes wonwoo skittish.

x

“do you want to fuck my brains out?”

the air in his little dorm becomes unbearably stuffy all of a sudden but you refuse to let it show, after finally voicing the thoughts that were possessing your head for the past few weeks.

wonwoo turns to face you, looking far more collected. you never would have thought it would all come to a head like this in his room on a monday afternoon. but here you are, feeling a little light headed but inexplicably brave.

“i mean,” you say. “doesn’t every girl on campus you know want you to fuck their brains out?” “that you have to tell me, i don’t think i can give you an answer,” he says, piling up the books on his desk.

he starts to drum his long fingers on the cover of the statistics textbook for a good minute, eyes focused on the dusty windowsill while he is chewing on the inside of his cheek.

and it takes you a second to really make that sink in: wonwoo is restless. he is hanging on your next words.

“so, are you going to say something or you will make me wait here all afternoon?”

you smile. and he hates how his palpitations go up by a notch.

“neither. just knowing that you rubbed one out to the thought of me is closure enough to me.” he clearly tenses up. “who says i have?”

you close your textbook with a thud. “oh, don’t be embarrassed wonu. we’ve all been there at one point or another.”

he’s at the brink of being disgusted with himself for getting a hard on when you just used his nickname like that, but despite it all his heart still leaps up into his throat when you sit up from his bed and collect your bag.

“you touched yourself thinking of me?”

you look at him with one hand on the door handle and wonwoo swears his vision blurs slightly as you grin at him like that.

“you say it like you’re surprised.”

there is no build up, no easing you into the uncharted waters. he kisses open the seam of your mouth without any hesitation, the heat of your tongue against his. it feels so harsh and erotic, so completely unlike the wonwoo you just got to know.

so polite and so pleasant.

but now his hands are on you. and you haven’t had the time to realize your eyes were closed until his hands come up to palm around your waist, searching for skin while you whine against him.

your brain is foggy with the taste of him. he pulls back just as you starts to sway in his arms.

“you don’t even know...” he traces up your back. “..what you do to me, uhm?” you gulp, lips all wet.

the muskiness of him makes your head spin fast, especially when he leaves soft kisses on the skin behind your ear. his mouth is so hypnotic, every move perfectly placed.

“wonwoo,” you stammer, not knowing what else to say. your voice has gone croaky and his hand is venturing up your sweater now, not looking like it would stop any time soon.

your breath catches in your throat when wonwoo trails his fingertips over your clothed breast, dancing across it before brushing the underside. you expected his touches to be harsh, sharp. but they are slow, feather-light. practiced.

his chest heaving like he’s just run a mile, the skin of his stomach hard and hot under your fingers from where you shoved his t-shirt up. his lips are smooth when you inch up to kiss him, gently by his cupid’s bow just to make him grunt. wonwoo’s hands curl around your wrists gently, pampering you with kisses for a couple of minutes before pulling away.

“fuck me,” you whisper. and then, because he has to double take like he didn’t quite hear you right. “fuck me wonwoo, please.”

“please. please, wonu. i’m begging.”

“y/n…” wonwoo growls, because he is really close to pop a blood vessel when you sound all whiny and shameless like that.

“i don’t care if someone will hear us,” you murmur against his mouth before pressing it there for a short kiss. you proceed to trail wet pecks all over his jaw and neck, so that he has to close his eyes with a soft sigh. 

“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re really begging me to fuck you here when your brother could come back any minute,” wonwoo says, kissing you.

it’s getting difficult for you to respond when his hand ventures down to undo your jeans though, mouth hanging open in pleasure while he nips at your bottom lip before pushing you back down on his bed. 

“you have to be extra quiet, okay?” he huffs. and there is something wonderfully satisfying for wonwoo to see you like this, underneath him and all putty in his hands.

“wonu,” you whine again, accepting the soft kiss he presses on your lips before he turns you over and positions you how he wants: on your knees, ass up, face pushed into a pillow to muffle your moans.

“you’re so impatient,” he chuckles behind you, but it sounds so soft. fond, even. he pecks your ear swiftly while you listen to him sliding down your jeans and undies and prepare himself, your heart thudding in anticipation. you’re so thrilled you barely register the embarrassment and awkwardness of being left to wait like this, propped up and ready for him to fuck you stupid. and you gasp when you finally feel his erection against your weeping slit, hot and everything you want.

he keeps grinding against your slick folds. “wonwoo,” you whimper, because his tip keeps slipping in and that alone is making you gush. you push your hips back, tears blurring your sight with how desperately you want him inside you. “please.”

he chuckles softly, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before finally pushing into you.

x

“so, i assume the lessons are going well since you two see each other three times a week now,” hoshi says, voice muffled by the noodles he’s slurping.

his eyes are set on wonwoo’s face, lost in the gimbap in front of him.

because if wonwoo has to be real honest, the lessons are going really well, yes. but also his dating life.

and how can he say that to hoshi... ‘oh yeah, she’s really smart hosh and also a fucking star at giving head!’

in his defence, wonwoo would probably never get over the fact that he has succeded in pulling someone like you. he suddenly turns pink thinking about your pretty smile and your prettier laugh. the glint in your eyes when gaming together and the concentrated face you make when trying to understand math concepts that even he has difficulties in teaching. you clinging onto his arm, the late night ramen runs at the convenience store and your honeyed sighs and moans when you’re in the private of your own.

so yeah, he doesn’t really know where to start with this.

“wonu-yah?” hoshi hisses, and suddenly wonwoo gulps when his friend is holding his stare in a vice grip.

“we’re fucking hosh,” he admits timidly, and hoshi starts swearing.

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #wonwoo smut #seventeen fic #wonwoo fic #svt fic #wonwoo x y/n #seventeen smut #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

[rxmqnova]

Say that request are open so I have one for Scarlett x sister!reader

Reader is Scarlett younger sister maybe we are around 15-17. We used to be really close to Scarlett when we were younger but don’t see her anymore because she’s always busy with work. So one day she promised us she would take us out but completely forgets about it and she doesn’t realize into the next few days that she forgot she had plans with us and comes over to her parents house to try and make it up to us.

Idk if this makes any sense….

Forgotten sleepover

Y/N: 15 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Humming her favorite song Y/N's finishing up her make-up, so she could go out with her older sister tonight.

Scarlett and Y/N used to be very close. Y/N used to tell her sister everything, she used to sleep over at her house nearly every weekend, though over the last few years they seem to have grown apart.

It's been a really long time since Scarlett had time for her little sister. It's not that she wouldn't want to, because she would want nothing more, but she's been working really hard on her own skin care line, The Outset. And if she's not at The Outset office, she's on set.

Y/N's been begging her older sister to make some time for her and it finally happened. It's Friday and the two are going out for dinner and then Y/N's even sleeping over at Scarlett's house just like the old times which she's super excited about.

Last few touches and Y/N's ready to go. She takes her bag and rushes downstairs to put on her shoes as Scarlett should be here in any minute.

Minutes after minutes pass though and Y/N's still waiting, thinking whether she should call her sister or not. Scarlett promised to spend time with her, so she surely needs to be here soon.

Meanwhile Scarlett shuts the door of her house, a sigh of relief escaping her lips after another stressful day at work. The blonde can't wait to have dinner, take a shower and go to bed. So that's exactly what she does, completely forgetting about the sleepover she promised to have with her little sister.

After nearly 2 hours of waiting Y/N gives up, tears filling her eyes while she's rushing back to her bedroom. She was so excited to finally see her sister and to spend some time with her and Scarlett just doesn't come.

———

The weekend flies by fast and it's Monday now. Scarlett still hasn't realized anything, though she's quite confused as why isn't her sister answering her calls and messages.

The blonde sighs after calling her little sister for what feels like a 100th time this morning. Right now she's home and about to drive to The Outset office.

She opens the calender on her phone to check what she needs to do today, her eyes widening when she spots what she had planned for last Friday's evening.

She needs to go to work though, so that's what she does and her entire day gets filled with thinking how could she make up last Friday to her baby sister.

When Scarlett finally leaves the office, instead of back home she drives to her parents' house, hoping Y/N would be home and she could make it up to her somehow.

She immediately heads upstairs, knowing her sister is most likely to be in her bedroom. And after knocking and opening the door, she finds her little sister sitting on her bed and scrolling on her phone.

"Mom, I'm really not hungry right now" Y/N says without looking who's at the door, making Scarlett let out a chuckle which makes Y/N look up. "What are you doing here? Don't you have some super important work to do?"

"Don't be like that, Y/N" Scarlett sighs, walking over to her sister's bed and taking a seat next to her.

"I was waiting for you 2 hours. I was so excited and you didn't even let me know you wouldn't come" Y/N crosses her arms over her chest, looking at her older sister.

"I'm sorry, I had a really stressful day and I just-"

"As always" Y/N scoffs. "You never have time for me anymore. I just want to spend some time with my sister. Am I asking too much?"

"Honey, I'm really, really sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you" Scarlett places her hand on her younger sister's knee, giving it a rub, though Y/N just rolls her eyes in response.

"Don't promise me anything when you can't fulfill the promise, Scarlett. I don't want to be disappointed again" Y/N says, her arms still crossed as she's looking at her sister.

"… Okay, fine. Pack your things. We're leaving" Scarlett orders, Y/N furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. "Come on, we'll have the sleepover"

"Scarlett, I have school in the morning. I-"

"I will drive you to school on my way to the office. You'll probably be there a bit sooner, but whatever. So? Are you coming or not?" Scarlett raises an eyebrow, watching her sister's still confused face impression and waiting for an answer.

"I- Y-yeah, I-I'm coming"

"Good. I'll talk to mom about it and wait for you downstairs" Receiving a nod, Scarlett makes her way downstairs while Y/N's rushing around her room to pack everything.

———

"I didn't really have time for cooking, so pizza for dinner?" Scarlett asks, closing the door of her house as the two just stepped inside.

"Sounds good" Y/N smiles, suddenly dropping her bag on the floor and practically jumping into her sister's arms, holding her tightly and never wanting to let go of her again.

Scarlett looks at her sister confused before shaking it off and wrapping her arms around the younger girl, a smile forming on her face.

"I missed you so much" Y/N mumbles out, still holding her sister tightly.

"I missed you too, sweetheart. I'm really sorry about last Friday, Y/N/N. I'll try to work on my schedule, so you and I could hang out more. Would you like that?" Scarlett asks, placing her hand on Y/N's cheek and rubbing it with her thumb.

"That would be awesome… Only if it's not too much of a trouble for you though" Scarlett can't help but smile on her sister's words, pulling Y/N in for another tight hug and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you so much, Y/N/N" Scarlett smiles, pressing another kiss to the younger one's forehead.

"I love you too, Scarly"

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[myseungsunglove]

The Mystery of You | Bc

Pairing: Chan  x Reader 

Warnings: language, mildly suggestive

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Chan and the reader really start to get to know each other over the course of the six days that span the time from their first connection to their fated meeting in LA. The reader also gets introduced to two other members of Stray Kids and starts to form a bond with them as well. Tensions between the reader and Chan are growing as the impending meeting at KCon approaches closer. 

A/N: Part 2. For The Master of Flirting - It’s important to note that I will take into account Korean Standard time, I will be writing this part where all of the events take place during Central Standard Time. Also, this one really got away from me, but I really wanted to build that bond between Chan and the reader and create some tension before they meet in LA. Part 3 is gonna be a DOOZY so prepare yourselves, babes!  I hope you guys like this one. It took me a lot to get the details all ironed out but it felt necessary. Next stop, LA!

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Sunday, August 13th

Chan called back as promised to let you know the details of your trip. He had literally taken care of everything. Your flight was due to land in LA Saturday at 12:00 pm. It was a pretty quick flight, only three and a half hours. Your hotel room had been booked and would be right down the hall from the boys. Chan told you that your room would be right next to his. He had your backstage clearance for KCon. You were going to get to stick close to the boys while they prepared and then be escorted out to a prime spot in the audience for the performance itself on Sunday night. You couldn’t believe all of this was happening. You had the time off for work which with their KCon performance falling on a Sunday, you wouldn’t need to take any time from the week before. You had taken the entire week after off, just as a safeguard. 

After the details of the trip were solidified, you convinced Chan to get some rest. It was getting late for him. You figured he wouldn’t actually go right to sleep, but you didn’t want to be the reason he wasn’t rested. He could make his own choices outside of that. He knew his body and his needs. 

Monday, August 14th

The morning of Monday, August 14th, things spiraled even more in this whole bizarre occurrence that you were still wrapping your head around. Chan had introduced you to both Han and Seungmin. The amount of time that you talked about Han and Seungmin to Chan when you guys really started talking on Sunday night after Chan got some rest was a little embarrassing. You had admitted to him that the three of them, him, Han, and Seungmin had been your first biases, and he asked you just about every question he could think about regarding that. 

Chan thought the idea of a bias was intriguing and to hear about what it meant to you really fascinated him.You explained to him that for you, having a Stray Kids bias was never about a physical attraction, but rather a soul connection, at least on your part. You had been drawn to Han immediately through exposure to the Maniac performances popping up on your FYP. He was what got you into picking a few more Stray Kids songs. Maniac was your first love and Han’s performances of that song had just blown you away. The more you listened, Chan’s vocals in the background of the chorus had sent you into orbit. You didn’t know who these guys were at the time, but you were weak for their voices. You wouldn’t say at the time you biased Han or Chan because you honestly had no clue what a bias was then and really outside of their musical talent in that one song, you knew nothing about them. More was needed for a soul connection. That connection had only come once you actually started learning more about the group as a whole. Chan and Han were immediately your favorites and it wasn’t long before Seungmin and his heavenly vocals had snaked their way into your heart as well. 

Chan had shared your first singing video shortly after this conversation of biases with both Seungmin and Han because he thought it was really something special the way you had explained what having a bias meant for you. It had resulted in the two of them messaging you separately almost immediately after he told you he showed them. Chan had shared your number with both boys unbeknownst to you.

Monday, August 14 - 9:00 AM CST

Seungmin: First of all, it must be said that you absolutely don’t suck so never say that again. Second of all, Hello, I’m Seungmin of Stray Kids, and I think your voice is incredible. 

Han: As soon as we get a moment in LA, we’re gonna sit down and record some tracks. You’re so fucking talented, and if I don’t sample your voice, I may die. So now you can’t say no. Also, hi I’m Han. 

These messages had both appeared moments from each other and you just sat and stared at your phone, absolutely dumbfounded. There was no way this was your life. You had started a conversation with both men, and it was like you had been friends with them for years. You had messaged with them and even talked on the phone with each of them a time or two over the next few days. The soul connection you had felt with these three once you had really gotten to know them when learning about Stray kids had proven to be more correct than you imagined once you really started talking to them and actually connecting. They say you pick your biases because you are like them in some way, and the more you talked with these three, the more you saw that you had a little bit of each of them in you. 

However, the connection with Chan was deeper than with the other two. You were so much like Han and Seungmin in different ways so the conversations with them flowed easily mostly about music, but some about your interests and hobbies. But you were different enough from Chan that it’s like there was a tether connecting the two of you. A magnet drawing the two of you closer, both of you seeking the other out without even thinking twice about it. Endless topics of conversation flowing between the two of you as you got to know each other. You talked about everything from your pets to what you’d be doing with your life if you had been born in another time. 

Eventually the topic of the second song you found of Stray Kids came up. This was the song that would eventually lead you to want to learn more about the group, so Chan had to know more about which one it was and why. The second song you were obsessed with was “Red Lights”. Chan really perked up at that, but when you told him you still had no idea who anyone in the group was at the time that you started listening to it, but you just really vibed with the song and that one voice in particular made your knees go weak. It’s when Chan had really got on your radar and had driven you to eventually start learning about the group. He had definitely asked more questions about wanting to know who had driven you to find out more about stray kids.

Monday, August 14 11:00 PM CST

Bang Chan: One voice in particular, yeah? Mine or Hyunjin’s? 

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice even though you were messaging. He knew from previous conversations that you were absolutely in love with his voice, but there was a part of him that needed to hear you pick him over Hyunjin. You knew that wasn’t something that happened very often for him. 

Y/N: *video sent* 

In the video, you had set up the camera so that you were sitting on the corner of your bed, your fairy lights illuminating the background behind you in a soft, deep crimson. One knee was pulled up close to your chest, your right elbow perched on it as you looked into the camera and began singing. 

I cannot breathe without you being right by side, I’ll die

So can you please come over closer 

Hold me tight, right now

You had run your hands through your hair, looking a little desperate as you sang the first line. You knew exactly what you were doing and you felt daring and empowered. 

Don’t show that to Han and Seungmin. That one is just for you.

Bang Chan: shit. 

Then there was radio silence for several minutes. It was long enough to make you really nervous, allowing your bravado to slip. As you were about to start sending a string of apologies about crossing a line you both weren’t ready for, you notice Chan typing in the chat again. 

Bang Chan: You are seriously one of the most talented women I’ve ever heard in my life. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Damn. And fucking sexy as hell. 

You stared at the screen. Bang fucking Chan had just called you sexy. 

Bang Chan: Shit. I gotta go, darling. Busy day preparing to leave for Japan. I’ll call you tonight, yeah? Say, 11 pm KST? So 9:00 am Tuesday for you? I should be settled in Fukuoka by then. 

Y/N: Just gonna abandon me after saying that? 

Bang Chan: God. I know. Trust me, I’ll be lucky if I can focus all day. Plenty to dream about on the plane. 

Y/N: Good. Cause now I have to try to go to sleep with the thought that Christopher fucking Bang told me I was quote “fucking sexy as hell.” Also, I can’t believe Bang Chan just said he’s gonna dream about me on the plane. What is this life? 

Bang Chan: Ope. Using the full government name. *giggles* of course I’m going to dream of you. Have you seen you? Damn. But, I gotta go. Byeom, darling. 

Before you fell asleep you had received a message from Seungmin. 

Seungmin: I don’t know what you sent Channie Hyung, but he has now watched it an embarrassing amount of times, quickly puts it away when anyone tries to look over his shoulder, and is constantly beaming. You’ve got this old man whipped and he hasn’t even laid eyes on you in person yet. We’re in so much trouble when that happens. 

Seungmin: Also, Han and I have been working on what we want to sit down and record with you while we’re in LA. I’m so excited to share this with you! 

Y/N: And you’ll never know what I sent Chan. ;p Now keep those little puppy eyes to yourself, eh? ANYWAY, I’m so excited to get to sit down with you and Han and record. Like, I still can’t believe this is my life. 

Seungmin: First, eww. Second, leave my puppy eyes out of this. Third, it is your life, you deserve it from what I can tell so accept it and embrace, woman. 

Tuesday, August 15, 2023 6:00 AM CST

Han: I’m pretty sure I heard Channie Hyung mumbling your name in sleep on the plane. What kind of spell have you put on our leader? Also, I hope Seungmin told you about our plans because we are both so stoked. We’re having a hard time focusing on the stage we’re about to show in Japan. We’ll get in the headspace and I hope you love our stages. I know STAYS will end up sharing that shit far and wide, so you’ll have to tell me what you think! 

Y/N: I swear, you and Seungmin are both menace’s to society. Haven’t you ever heard of privacy? Hahaha And yes, Seungmin shared about your plans. I’m beyond excited. I hope your guys concert prep and concerts are a raging success, Hannie. You’re an absolute rockstar, no matter what so I have faith you’ll kill whatever you're putting on stage.

Han: What do you know? Just know that I’m eyeing you suspiciously. Did Chan tell you something? Seungmin and I are a dream team. You’re lucky to be the target of our attention and torture. It means we love you. 

Y/N: I don’t know a damn thing. Just look forward to getting to see whatever it is you’re hinting at. Also, aww what a twisted way to show you love someone. How cute. 

Han: You’re a mess, you know that? Take the love. Embrace it. Roll around in it. It’s not going away. Speaking of going away, I got shit to do even though it’s already like 8 pm. I’ll yell at you later, bro.

Y/N: Okay bro. Don’t forget to eat and drink and maybe sleep some in there too. 

Han: Okay, now you sound like Chan. BYE! 

Tuesday, August 15, 2023 9:00 AM CST

“Heya!” you chirped as you answered the phone. You were never this peppy in the morning, but since it was Bang Chan you had been up and around for hours anticipating another conversation on the phone with him. 

“Hey, darlin,” he said. He sounded as though he had an exhausting day. “Are you one of those crazy morning people?” He questioned seriously.

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh hell no. I’ve just been up for hours because I had too much on my mind. And Han was texting me early this morning. I sleep like a degenerate, so we have that in common,” you teased.

“Hey,” he protested. 

“Come on, you know I’m right.I don’t know you that well yet, but I definitely know that.”

“It’s not fair because I still feel like I know so little about you,” he whined. You heard him plop back on his bed or onto a couch, you weren’t sure which. 

“To be fair, my every move isn’t all over YouTube for the whole world to see,” you countered. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

He sighed. “Honestly I kind of forget that all exists sometimes. I just try to focus on what’s in front of me. If I let that stuff get to be too bad, I lose track of my goals. I’ve been there before and I had to learn that the hard way,” he admitted. 

“Hmmm,” you responded, encouraging him to continue if he wanted. “Yeah, I can only imagine.”

“We’ll get to that depressing story another day, I want to talk about you,” he continued. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that video for a second today, by the way,” he confessed. 

“Yeah?” you asked. “I have it on pretty good authority that you maybe watched that video a couple dozen times,” you laughed. 

“Hell yeah,” he chuckled. “Wait, fucking Seungmin. I may have watched it several times back again and messed with putting your vocals into the track. Maybe,” he chuckled shyly. 

“Wow,” you whispered. “I don’t know what to say.” And you didn’t. You were at a loss for words with how obsessed with your voice he and the other two seemed to be. 

“You don’t have to say anything. Just don’t refute the compliment,” he said matter of factly. 

“Yes sir,” you smirked. You didn’t know how he would react to that, but you took the chance anyway. 

He cleared his throat and you heard him inhale deeply. “God, don’t start something we can’t finish, y/n,” he practically begged.

“And what would that be, Christopher?” you asked innocently.

He huffed again. “Baby girl, you talk like that and I’m gonna say things that I’d much rather say in person for the first time,” he admitted. 

You swallowed hard, a blush creeping up your neck. 

“Oh,” you let out. That answer had caught you by surprise. “I’ll behave,” you promised. “Scout’s honor.”

He chuckled at that. “You’re really gonna be the death of me. Tell me about your family and where you grew up,” he asked. “Distract me, but also, I want to know.” 

You proceeded to talk about where you grew up, what life was like growing up in the states, and learned that a lot of your raising wasn’t all that different from Chan’s despite being raised on the other side of the world. You looked at the clock and realized it was nearing noon.

“Whoa, Chan it’s late for you,” you said after you had stopped laughing about a story he had told you about him and his siblings when they were younger. 

“Eh, I’ve done much worse,” he said dismissively. “Hell this is early,” he added. 

“You have a concert tomorrow,” you said. “Don’t work too hard. I know you know your boundaries.”

“Thanks darlin’.”

“Of course, Channie.” 

“I like that coming from you,” he confessed, a shy chuckle emitting from him. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that this shy guy was the same one who was flirting with you earlier and talking about not finishing what you started. 

“I should probably go, anywway. Do something other than talk for hours to this cute guy I just met.”

“Oh, you should tell me about him next time,” Chan laughed. “Sounds interesting. 

“Shut up,” you laughed. “Talk later, yeah?”

“God, you’re already starting to sound like me,” Chan groaned. 

“To be fair, I’ve always sounded like this. I’m a midwesterner,” you joked.

“Whatever that means,” Chan teased like you hadn’t spent the better part of thirty minutes explaining to him what it was like living in the midwestern United States. 

“Eh, watch it.” 

“Go be productive, y/n,” he quipped.

“Ugh fine!” you relented. “Talk later.”

“G’day, darling.” 

“G’night, Channie.”

The next two days proved to be busy for the both of you, neither of you really getting the opportunity to talk on the phone long. You had text back and forth often, sometimes sending voice messages and videos, but neither of you had long enough to have an actual conversation. 

In the time that you had not had to talk with Chan, Han had been blowing up your phone with lyrics that he had written for you that he wanted you to record. He has even sent you a guide track. It was a beautiful piece that he and Seungmin had been working on together since Sunday in between their busy schedules. 

Wednesday, August 16 3:00 AM CST

Bang Chan: Okay, I know I’m about to go onstage for the first night in Fukuoka, but I had to tell you for the hundredth time I can’t wait until Saturday. I’m about as giddy as a school girl. You can ask any of the guys. I’m a fucking mess. hahahaha I’m sure you’re sleeping like a good girl. 

Y/N: Yah, focus on your performance. You’ve gotta blow away a bunch of STAYS with your charm and charisma, you can rizz me up AFTER the concert, eh? ;) and also, think again. If you’ve learned anything about me, I’m anything but good. ;)

Bang Chan: I’m running away now. I only have about an hour and I have shit to do before going on. Talk soon, darling. Oh and please don’t message Han or Seungmin. *runs away and hides*

Group Chat with Han & Seungmin

Seungmin: He’s red as a beat again. 

Han: I like when you talk to Chan, he becomes so much nicer. I can get away with so much more. Keep talking, I gotta go cause some chaos while I have the chance. 

Y/N: Don’t you dare, Han Jisung. You need to be focused on your performance too! What am, gonna become the resident mom of Stray Kids? Damn! 

Seungmin: eww, no. Not that. Anything but that. 

Y/N: Then go kick ass at this concert and stop bugging Chan! And hell, me too you little shits. 

Seungmin: Truce. 

Han: Truce. 

Y/N: Good. Now, get out there show those JStays what you’ve got. I’m so jealous, by the way. 

Seungmin: We’re both gonna make sure you get some specific footage from the concert tonight. You just can’t share it with anyone. 

Han: ooooo secret secrets are so amazing. 

Y/N: Damn, my life was really boring before Sunday. 

Seungmin: you’re welcome.

Han: Glad to be of service. *runs off and grabs electric guitar that won’t be used at all for the concert tonight* 

Y/N: Electric Guitar?!?!? Han Jisung you come back here. Are you play THE GUITAR IN JAPAN?! 

You didn’t hear back from either man until after the concert. Yes, Han had played the electric guitar on stage, and when he sent you a video that their manager himself had recorded for you, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. He also sent you Seungmin’s performance and then teased you about Chan’s saying that it was a conversation you’d have to have with him. He didn’t promise you anything from Chan. Han Jisung was an absolute menace, but man were you glad that you could say he was a part of your life now. It still didn’t feel real. 

Chan had sent you his performance as well. He’d called you immediately after the concertn on Thursday and there was a lot of flirty banter going on between you on that night. He teased you about how much he knew you were probably dying at his video and you sent him a video of you singing “Connected” that shut him right on up. You had recorded it Wednesday night randomly knowing it would probably come in handy as a good weapon against Chan. You weren’t wrong. 

“God damn, baby girl. Using my own song against me. Shit,” he breathed out. You could tell he was trying to hold himself together. 

“I’ve got plenty of weapons in my arsenal, babe. Don’t test me. If you do, better be ready for a fight,” you warned. 

“Oh I’m more than fucking ready,” he growled. 

“Sounds like someone needs to follow the advice of their own song,” you teased. “You know the part, “Diamond plated tension. Two minds, one direction. Craving the connection. Patience, babe.” you sang. 

He went onto sing the next line, his voice laced with desire that was unmistakable. 

“We’re pulling at each other like magnets. The rules are telling us to ignore them.Your moves they’re asking me for attention. Oh I’m losing it,” he sang back. 

“I swear to god, Saturday can’t get here quick enough, Chan,” you huffed, the heat rising on your skin. 

“Trust me, baby girl, I know. And on that note, I know this conversation wasn’t long enough, but I’ve gotta go,” he said. You could hear the anguish in his voice. 

“Man, okay. No yeah, I understand. I forget you’re an actual star sometimes,” you admitted. 

“I wish I could forget sometimes,” he mumbled. 

You chose to let it slide, knowing you didn’t have time to unpack that heavy statement at the moment. 

“We’re flying out early Friday and we’ll be in Korea for like no time at all before we are back on a plane to LA and then it’s time to see you,” he added. 

“Saturday can’t come quick enough,” you agreed. 

“It really can’t,” he echoed. “Alright, have a good rest of your Thursday, darlin’. I’ll text you when we’re heading to the airport. We’ll talk Friday about the details for Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Talk later.” 

“G’day darlin’” Chan said, his smile evident even though you couldn’t see his face. 

“G’night, babe,” you said and ended the all too short call. 

Just one day separated you from meeting this man and your heart was racing at the thought. You had no real idea what to expect, but you knew it was going to be a whirlwind the second you landed in LA. Sleep evaded you for a while as the prospect of meeting Chan and Stray Kids clouded your every thought. 

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[ddejavvu]

Would you be willing to write a pstar!Eddie Munson hurt/comfort bit. Where he finally confesses his feelings because he’s pretty sure you like him too, but his nervous smile falls because you start crying. And you say you do love him, but he doesn’t want you. Which he thinks is crazy, because Eddie’s ever the romantic, saying if you two love each other, nothing else matters. But reader thinks they may be asexual/are at least unsure about sex, and obviously that’s Eddie’s fucking career. But with a happy ending for the two of them? 🥺 sorry I hope this is okay!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni. (for dynamic purposes, this does not contain any smut).

Eddie's not understanding. He doesn't get it, he doesn't comprehend what you mean. He's sitting there, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy, insisting that he doesn't care, that it doesn't change the way he feels about you. Doesn't conflict with it.

But how could it not? He's a porn star, he makes his living jamming his dick into places you're not comfortable with him jamming it on you. And what kind of relationship would that be? He's fucking other people but he can't fuck you? You can't imagine him content with that.

"You're not understanding," Eddie urges, his hands knotted in his hair at his scalp, "I don't care. Sex isn't important, I'm not interested in you for your body. I could care less if we fucked. I- I mean, it wouldn't be a bad thing, but there's a million other things we could do instead. Like- like go on a date, read together, get breakfast, I don't care!"

"But it is important, Eddie! It's your career, it's a major part of your life! I don't think you'd be starring in pornos if you didn't like sex!"

"Yeah, okay, I like sex, it feels nice. But does a bath, and I'd still date you if you preferred showers!"

"This isn't about baths or showers, Eddie! This is about sex! Gross, sweaty, up-close-and-personal, nauseating, sticky sex!"

"I know! I know it is," Eddie stands, hands slapping his sides exasperatedly, "And I'm telling you, it's okay. You don't like sex, we don't have to have it. It- it makes you uncomfortable, I get it! And I won't ask you to. But you're acting like I'm made of it, like there's no possible way we could ever work because you're not into it. I'm telling you over and over again that I don't want to be with you to have sex with you, I want to be with you to love you. That's all I want!"

"But your job-"

"Is that. A job. Do you think that mechanics rule out a partner if they don't have a car? Do you think firemen reject ladies if they're fire-safe? My job isn't my life, and I don't need to bring it home if you don't like it. And- and if it makes you uncomfortable to be with me while that's my job, then I'll quit. I'll work at a grocery store, or something. Something with less sex."

You can't help but chuckle, even if you're trying to remain strong.

"Less sex?" You look up at him through dewy eyes, "I don't think there's any sex involved with working at the grocery store."

He grins; he knows he's won.

He sits beside you again on the bed, the mattress bouncing under his weight, "Well, I dunno. There's a lot of phallic objects in the produce section. Bananas, cucumbers, eggplants. Come to think of it, I've heard some weird things about eggs themselves, and-"

"Eddie! Gross," Your face scrunches into a grimace, but a laugh reaches his ears that eases away the last bit of despair from his chest, "You're really not doing a good job pitching sex to me."

"I'm not pitching it to you!" He insists, "It's not your thing, I'm not self-absorbed enough to think I could change that. And I don't want to. I'm agreeing with you," He takes your hand, squeezing it tight, "Sex is gross."

A moment of silence passes between you two that Eddie fills with a brush of his thumb over the back of your hand. It's noiseless, of course, but it speaks.

"Come on. Let's try a date, okay? I'll take you out to dinner, somewhere nice. And we won't get salads. I'm sure cucumber is anything but appealing to you now."

"Very," Your nose wrinkles, and he smooths the line out with his own nose. His breath fans over your face as he butts his nose into your own, and his pretty brown eyes merge into one at the close proximity. Slowly but surely, a smile grows over your face, one that makes him giddy beyond reason. When you finally nod he feels it against his face, and he has the sudden, strange urge to press your smiles together, fit them like puzzle pieces until your teeth clack.

Instead he stands, pulling you up on your own feet.

"Breakfast for dinner? There's a pancake joint ten minutes away. No eggs, though, 'promise."

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[ghostofskywalker]

Can I make a request for Fox where he’s finally gotten a break and goes to get some caff and reader in a rush for a meeting accidentally runs into him and then later brings him just the largest thing of caff possible as an apology?

I’m pretty sure that man runs purely off of caff and spite and I love him for it. Also I hope your days are going well. -Curious Curios

i'm doing okay, just trying to enjoy my last moments of freedom before the semester starts monday :) i loved this idea (and fox is my blorbo), so thank you for the request @curious-curios!

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summary: kindred spirits can be found in many different situations, both good and bad, but it was just your luck to find yours in the one situation where it was embarrassing.

or alternatively: why you should probably pay attention to your surroundings when you're walking the hallways of the coruscant guard with an open container of caf.

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Fox's No-Good, Very Bad Morning

Fox looked at the chronometer that sat on the wall of his too-cramped office, and shook his head when he saw the time. He had been sitting in his chair for far too long at this point, and the morning light was only just starting to come through the gaps in the blinds of his tiny window. He had never returned to the barracks last night, and it certainly wasn’t his choice to do so, but he had simply couldn’t. There was still a stack of forms sitting on his desk that needed his attention, and countless more that were on his datapad. He was never one to favor front line combat over what the Guard did, but at this moment he almost felt jealousy to his batchmates that were serving out in space, because they would never have to deal with all this.

He had just started to go through one of the piles of flimsi on desk when the door opened to reveal Thorn. “You’re here early,” he said as he stepped in.

“When you don’t leave from the night before, I think a better designation would be ‘late,’” Fox said. “What do you need?”

“You know what? Nothing that important,” his fellow commander responded. “You need to get out of this room, I think it’s driving you crazy.”

“We’re well past that at this point.”

“Okay, then it’s settled. You need to take a break, and I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

“I’m the marshal commander of the Coruscant Guard, I can’t just go on break whenever I want,” he said, glaring at his brother.

“You can’t, but I can cover for you for a little while,” Thorn said, removing his bucket and placing it on one of the piles on the desk. “Just go get a cup of caf or something, because you look terrible.”

“Thanks for the compliment.” Fox deadpanned.

“Hey, I’m just saying. I can’t get you enough time away to force you to take a nap, but I can deal with some of this while you get some food and caf. And this evening, I can make sure you go back to the barracks, because this is not healthy.”

Fox sighed. He knew Thorn was right, he just sometimes forgot to set time aside for himself. It didn’t help that half the time the reports he did were for the Senate and he didn’t want to keep them waiting (sometimes they joked that an angry Senator was more dangerous than an angry Separatist). “Alright, but I’ll have my comm the entire time, so if something happens you need to let me know.”

“I know, I know, you’re a control freak. Now go get some caf, you’re making me tired just looking at you.”

Fox didn’t bother to grab his bucket as he left his office, taking in the bright lights as he walked through the halls and towards where the caf machine was kept. It was technically the break room, but the furniture in it was old and lumpy, so most of the time there wasn’t anyone inside. Even the chiller and caf machine looked to be older than he was, but he was at least glad that those they were both functioning.

The Coruscant Guard had been something of an afterthought when it came to organizing battalions for the war, and it certainly showed when it came to their rations. The one thing that they did have that was better than what the GAR gave them was caf. Hound, Thire, and Thorn were all excellent sabacc players, so occasionally they took turns ducking out of shifts and winning some extra credits on the side. Usually Fox would be more wary of what his men were doing, but they kept the break room well stocked with caf that didn’t actually taste like dirt, so he let things slide and looked the other way whenever he could.

Turning the machine on, it grumbled a little as it heated up the water, and Fox placed his favorite mug under the spout and placed the grounds into the correct receptacle.

He almost fell asleep as the machine did its job, but soon the delightful smell of freshly brewed caf filled his nostrils. He breathed in the scent that was one of the most simple of pleasures for normal citizens, but that was somehow the highlight of his life. While his mug was filling, he headed over to the chiller.

He usually drank his caf black, but there was usually some kind of cream that they kept stocked for Thorn and Stone, and he figured maybe he could treat himself to something a little more indulgent just this once. He looked around the room as if to check whether or not he was alone before he took the bottle and carried it over to where his mug sat (even though he knew no one would really mind if he put a splash or two in his caf), slowly getting more and more excited about taking a few moments to himself and enjoying this cup of caf.

He was feeling dangerous, so he tossed in a pinch of Hound’s sweetener. It smelled delightful, and he almost took a drink of the stuff right there, but he stopped himself. If he raised that mug to his lips at this point he would down half the cup in one sitting, and he wanted to savor this mug for once.

And everything seemed like it was going well for once, until he got about twenty steps to his office and someone came barreling down the hall, accidentally slamming into him as he turned a corner. Fox could only watch in horror as the mug of caf was jolted from his grip, and it was like the world suddenly ran in slow motion as he stared at it in midair. The caf splashed out the first moment you two had collided, so the liquid was not only dripping off his armor, but he had gotten some of it in his face. The mug hit the ground in less than a second, the ceramic shattering on impact and sending pieces all over the floor with a crash.

There was a kind of resigned mourning in Fox’s expression when he looked up, and saw you standing there with wide eyes. “I’m so, so sorry commander,” you said, looking absolutely mortified. “I was in a rush and I didn’t see you, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said. You had obviously not done this on purpose, there was no point in getting angry. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I was just-” you said, and then you completely cut off, eyes widening. “I’m sorry, I’m late for a meeting and I really need to go.”

You had disappeared down the hallway before he could even open his mouth, footsteps echoing away as he just stared. He knew who you were of course, you worked as a medic for the GAR medical facility that was housed in the same building as the Guard, and he found that you were a nice person to talk to, when both of your busy schedules allowed for some free time. He found you very attractive as well, but always kept that particular detail to himself. The look on your face was one of stress and worry, so he didn’t want to make anything worse by making you feel guilty for what was clearly an accident.

He continued to walk to his office, and Thorn looked at him with a confused expression on his face when he saw the caf splashes on his brother’s amor. “What happened to you?”

Fox sighed, sitting down at his desk and sighing. “Don’t ask.”

But apparently Thorn didn’t feel like heeding the warning. "Did you at least get to drink some of that caf before you spilled it on yourself?"

“Didn’t I just say not to ask?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll let it go,” Thorn responded before leaving the office, and Fox could hear his brother laughing to himself as he walked away.

But of course, he was only truly alone for a few more moments, because his communicator rang, and he had to get back to work.

***

It wasn’t for a few hours that Fox finally got the chance to take a step back from all the things he had to do, and the fact that he lost out on the cup of caf before was really starting to show. Fighting back a yawn, he just about to get up when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said, wondering who was on the other side (because Thorn had stopped knocking at this point).

You were the one who stepped through the door, a large mug in your hands and an apologetic look on your face. “I feel terrible about this morning,” you said, holding out the mug to him. “So I got you a replacement.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said as he got up and took the beverage from you. This mug was huge, he noted, and it was full to the very top. He wondered where you could have found such a large cup, because all the mugs in the break room were of a standard size, but he was not going to question it.

“I noticed the color of your caf today, and I put a little cream in this cup,” you said as he raised it to his lips and took a sip. “I hope that was okay.”

He didn’t know what set it aside from every other cup of caf he’d had before, but someone this was better than anything he’s ever drank. “This is so good,” he said, offering you a sincere smile.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Then I think you might be a little sleep deprived, because it’s just from the break room.”

“I’m definitely a little sleep deprived,” he said. “But this should help.”

“You’re going to crash eventually,” you said, worry obvious in your voice. “When was the last time you slept?” He went silent, not wanting to answer that question, but his silence spoke volumes. “I’m starting to regret giving you one of my giant mugs then, because you clearly need sleep more than you need caf.”

“I still have half a shift left,” he said in response, taking another sip of the caf. “I can’t just leave now.”

“When was the last time you ate something?” Once again, his silence gave him away. “Fox!”

“I’ve just been busy.”

“Still, you need to eat!” you said, rifling around in your pockets. Once you pulled out a small ration bar, you threw it onto his desk. “Eat that now, and then when you get off your shift today I’m coming back here to make sure you eat and sleep. What time does your shift end?”

“1900.”

You nodded. “Alright, I’ll be back here then, and then we’ll go get some real food.”

Maybe it was the caf that was making him a little crazy (the caffeine in the drink reacting to the lack of food in his stomach), but he smiled. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

You tried to look annoyed at his little quip, but it clearly wasn’t working. “Will it get you to sleep if I say yes?”

He laughed, for the first time in who knows how long. “I don’t know, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but there was still a smile on your face. “Well I only date people who are not sleep deprived, so you’ll have to fix that if we go out again.”

“So you’re already planning a second date?”

“Shut up Fox.” He went to say something in response, but was interrupted by your comm going off. “I’m needed, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

He nodded and took another sip of his caf as you stepped out of the room. If it meant he got to go out with you, he could find some ways to rearrange his schedule to find more time to himself.

- the end - 

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[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ we have to be adults now (chapter 9)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

wc- 6k

chapter warnings- theres kind of a time jump (not long) later in the chapter, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of hookups, kaito, slight angst , mentions of an anxiety attack

a/n- hey guys, so sorry for delaying this for 2 weeks, my semester is ending first week of may and i'll be more free to write and post more often, I am gonna get a different job as well where I work mornings over the summer so my nights are free :D hope u guys enjoy, love ya!

-

The following week was.....odd.

Not in a bad way, nor perfect way, but it was just plain simplicity at home with Taehyung. You had sat him down and spoken to him monday when you returned from classes because your mind wouldn't let your rest.

Sure, you both had sex, but obviously you both could feel that it was different from the previous hookups you engaged in just months ago.

You both discussed the situation, and now that you knew you were being dumbasses and liked each other without realizing it, you decided to just take things one day at a time. You felt safe, and not rushed when it came to Taehyung, but you wanted to take your time with him and not run into a brand new relationship right after the Kaito situation, of course, he agreed as he said waiting for you was easy.

oh and speaking of the devil himself-

"you know he tried to get Chae to text me for him, about what happened"

you were sitting at the kitchen counter with taehyung as you indulged in breakfast on Wednesday morning

"wait what? like....to apologize? you didnt-"

"I didnt respond, and no- I dont know what he wanted or planned to say to me, but I wouldnt let him back in like that again...I think he knows we are done" you sigh, taking a bite of your toast.

Taehyung looked down at his plate and pushed the fork around, his food now gone cold as he had gotten distracted with whatever he was doing on his laptop while talking to you.

"hey." you walked over, gently brushing your fingers to behind his neck and grazing his skin softly, "what are you thinking about?" you asked quietly

"nothing" he smiled and gazed his eyes over your face, you had no makeup on, just waking up about a half an hour ago, yet you were still making his heart thump loudly against his chest.

you looked at him before leaning in to peck his lips, something he was more than happy to reciprocate. His eyes met yours as you pulled away, arms draping to your waist and pulling you closer to his seated lap, urging you to sit.

"wait so you said chae texted? you guys are talking...thats good" he mumbled, picking at his food as you sat on his lap and leaned into him, coffee mug warming your hands.

"hm...not really" you laughed to yourself, "she only texted in regards to kaito, otherwise neither her or dahyun has reached out" you pouted and he squeezed you gently, kissing your shoulder.

"I dont know what I did, like as if I urged him to fucking hit me" you scoffed, lost in thought. "I get that they are kaito's friends but they are also mine, and should see that I did nothing....dont really get the whole silent treatment thing"

"maybe its because I kicked his ass" taehyung mumbled, nibbling on some fruit you cut for him.

"maybe" you smiled, shaking your head and turning to look at him

"im sorry that they are being like that, i know you like to hang out with them and do girly stuff" he pouted at you, rubbing your leg softly.

You giggled quietly, cupping his face, "hmm, I can do girly stuff with you though, you'd let me paint your nails again, yeah?"

He scrunched his nose and raised his eyebrows, shrugging

"oh come on you love it" you teased kissing all over his face as he finally broke and laughed, "whatever"

"chae and I were supposed to get our nails done and go for lunch this week" you sighed and rested your head against his chest.

Taehyung wrapped you in his arms, humming, "we can do a spa night if you want..." he smiled and looked down at you

"really??"

He giggled at you jumping up so quickly

"yeah, just dont do my make-"

"i am so doing your makeup, pretty boy" you squished his face and laughed before hugging him. "Thank you..." you whispered

"no need to thank me, i like spending time with you" he rubbed your back and closed his eyes. Maybe getting a spa treatment wasnt exactly his idea of a fun night, but he enjoyed seeing how your face lit up so fast at his words, and he would do anything to keep you like that after such a crazy past few weeks.

"You know, I hate everyone" you huffed, pulling back to look at him.

"why's that, princess?"

you blushed at the nickname, smiling before responding. "I mean, I just hate people here, everyones so....I dont even know....hoity-toity." you sighed and leaned against the counter. "you know how we were talking about Gwangju and how we miss everything...like our childhood homes and shit?"

He nodded, hand rubbing yours,

"I was thinking of how, next month is my birthday, right?"

"mmhm" he smiled

"And im going back to Gwangju to see my mom..."

"right"

"Do you wanna come? It'll only be a week and Ive already checked in with school and they are okay with it.....I was gonna take you know who but....I think my mom would love to see you more" you smirked

Taehyung smiled brightly and stood up, taking your hands in his, "I would love to, y/n" he kissed your forehead

"yeah?"

"mhm, I think that exactly what we need, to get out of here for a while" he hummed, hugging you.

"I do too, but um-" you bit your lip and looked at him, "I was also thinking about going back for the summer as well...with you?"

Taehyung nodded and looked back at you, "summer....My trip is scheduled then too, perhaps I could push it back, I wanted to take you" he giggled nervously

"the paris trip? you were gonna take me?"

"obviously" he smiled and brushed your hair back, "but its okay, it can wait until end of summer"

"are...are you sure? I dont wanna-"

"im sure" he pecked your lips softly, "we will work it out later okay?"

"okay" you whispered, smiling at him, "thank you"

He swiped his thumb across your cheek and giggled, "now, you are gonna be late to class- go get ready!" he teased, jokingly hitting your butt as you turned on your heel to your room

"going!!"

-

You looked outside for Taehyungs car, he had texted and said he would pick you up from classes this afternoon so you could both grab a bite to eat.

You received a text from him saying he would be there in 5, so you sat on a nearby bench and watched groups of people leaving classes together, enjoying the fresh air and eachothers company.

You hated to admit it, but the whole situation with Dahyun and Chae not talking to you was seriously starting to make you upset, they were your best friends, and for them to take Kaitos side when they clearly saw what happened wasn't fair.

You- of course, still won, because at the end of the day you had Taehyung, and he wouldnt leave you like that over something so stupid and immature.....at least youd hope so.

You looked down in thought, legs lightly kicking back and forth as you waited for the boy

"oh...hey y/n"

you turned around to the familiar voice to see Annie

"oh, uh hey"

"have you spoken to Taehyung recently? well- of course you have, youre roomates! what I mean is, has he spoken about me at all? havent seen or talked to him since last week..." she mumbled, taking a seat besides you, making you shift away slightly.

You contemplated just telling her to f off, but decided to politely do it,

"uhh, well....he, and i, have been dealing with some shit, im not sure if you heard or not, or even saw, but both of us have kind of retracted ourselves away from our social lives for a bit" you chewed on your bottom lip, watching her fidget.

"can you tell him to text me back?" she glared at you intensely

"annie, i-"

"pleaseeee"

Sighing, you nodded your head, "yeah i guess"

your answer seemed to cheer her up, she thanked you and hurried along, making you question what was so damn important about her text that needed urgent responses.

-

"Annie told me to tell you to text her back" you laughed, shoving noodles into your mouth as you looked back at taehyung, sitting across from you on our living room floor with a face mask on.

"did she now?"

"yeah....you should probably hop on that"

Taehyung opens his phone and goes to her contact, "i had her on mute, holy shit she sent like 50 texts"

you burst out laughing, "are you...fucking kidding me? i told you, she likes you...."

He shook his head and threw his phone on the couch "i am not responding"

"great. now shes gonna hound me in the halls like a sad puppy" you looked at him

He shrugged, "she didnt even text anything important, it was just about me applying for school next semester"

"oh....are you thinking about attending the same school as me?" you giggle softly, putting the food down to pay attention to him.

"kinda....I just....man, to be honest, no"

Your face fell in slight disappointment, of course you want him to pursue what makes him happy....but you also would have loved for him to be in school with you so you both could have that experience.

He noticed your expression, "sorry Y/N" he frowned, "I was just thinking a lot and....besides, our Paris trip was moved for August and thats when classes start, I wouldnt be here for it anyways-"

"you could defer your admission if you got in..." you began "not that im saying you have to apply, but if"

He nods "I know..."

Taehyung seemed slightly off, you wanted to press into it but also chose to respect whatever might have been making him feel this way-if its important he will come to you, right?

"look lets just enjoy our spa night...can i take off the mask now so I too can enjoy my noodles?" he pouted, making you giggle

"tae, you still have 2 minutes left, if you take it off now your skin will stay oily and never gain that last bit of hydration....but you do you!" You teased

"these noodles will make my skin oily anyways, its a double negative, the mask was useless...." he teases, taking the sheet mask off, and beginning to indulge in his dinner.

"your nails are cute though" You snicker, watching as he glared at you, his nails bright hot pink, undoubtably noticeable.

"you like it, dont lie..."

"i have a dentist appointment tomorrow and he is gonna see it and think-"

"you look fabulous!!!" you tease, getting up and walking over sot cup his face as he ate, "because you do"

"whatever" he blushed, looking away and at his food.

You both spent the next few hours eating snacks, laughing and enjoying eachothers company. It was late, for sure, as you put on a movie and silently laid next to taehyung on the couch, the rooms darkness surrounding you.

The movie is quite boring in all honesty, but neither one of you bring up that fact, no, you both are in your own minds way too much.

You sigh, noticing he isnt paying attention to the film either. "do you think chae or dahyun will ever talk to me again?"

Taehyung is slightly startled, looking down at you before speaking, "wh-why do you think they wont? and who cares if they never do....I thought we agreed everyone here sucks?" he rubbed your back

"i know but...I dont have many people in my life...and it just sucks...being alone in school"

He frowned, hugging you closer "hey, you have me, and like we talked about, you have everyone back home, too."

you half smile, playing with his hair, "I know...."

"and when we go to your moms for your birthday, you can see Jessica again, and Suvi...all your old friends..."

"I doubt they still live on that street, last thing I heard from suvi was that she was possibly getting married and going to live in America with her white boyfriend"

"sounds fun"

You laugh and nudge him, "dont know if its true though....and with Jessica, she is married and I doubt she will have time to hang out with some old high school classmate who pops up out of the blue"

He sighs loudly and shakes his head, "oh darling you worry so much"

"i cant help it"

"nothing is wrong....dont worry, even if shit hits the fan im gonna be right here, no matter what" he kissed your knuckles and looked at you, the movie now long forgotten.

You lay your head against his chest in a silent thank you, grateful you did have him to lean on metaphorically and literally.

It was a few silent moments filled with soft breathing and gentle touches before Taehyung spoke,

"you know I love you....right?"

You closed your eyes and took a breath, squeezing his hand in yours, "I know...." you looked up at him, "I love you too....ya big dork...."

-

About a month and a half later

It was coming down to the final weeks of the school semester, summer was approaching which meant it was your birthday.

Like you promised, you reluctantly packed everything into a tiny carry on bag and left for Gwangju with Taehyung to see your mother. Its not that you didnt want to go back home, its just you were stressed and nervous about everything, which isnt out of the ordinary for you at all.

"you probably arent feeling well because you are doing homework and reading on a plane...." he mutters from the seat next to you, pausing whatever movie he was watching when you began to mention feeling ill.

"Taehyung...its an airplane, not a car or train...Pretty sure you dont get motion sickness up here like that-"

"thats not true!" he took his headphones off, "why do you think these are here!" he pulled out the folded paper puke bag from his seat, waving it in your face just to prove a point.

"whatever" you rolled your eyes, putting your homework away after he scolded you.

"here..." he handed you crackers and water, telling you to nap and that you both would land in about an hour and a half.

After you both landed, you grabbed all of your suitcases and began to head outside of the airport for the Uber to take you to your moms house.

"think she will be happy to see me?" taehyung asked softly, biting into his croissant he bought

"of course she will, she loves you....its a surprise" you giggled, looking around for the pickup car.

"is that them?" you pointed to a car parked, confirming with your phone, "yeah it is, cmon"

He helped you place the bags into the trunk before stepping into the backseat with you, allowing the driver to transport you to your old home.

As the atmosphere around you turned darker and the houses looked familiar, your heart twisted at the sight.

sure, your neighborhood has always been poor and nothing special, but it was yours, and it would always remind you of home no matter how long its been.

Taehyung gently nudged you, "You okay, princess?"

You nod, "yeah...its just emotional being here again after so long"

"i know, i know" he squeezed your hand and helped you get out of the car, tipping the driver as you both got your luggage out.

"here it is...." He smiled, looking around as his mind got flooded with memories of younger him and you, running through this very yard. Things were so different back then.

To him- you were simply just the girl he grew up next to, went to school with, and hung out afterwards. If you would have told 11 year old Taehyung he would harbor such feelings for you now, he wouldn't believe it.

He looks at the house a few feet away from your moms...it was his house before his parents moved recently.

"crazy huh?" you rubbed his back before putting the bag over your shoulder, taking his hand

"yeah....it is..."

You both knocked, waiting to see the lovely face of your mom open the door.

"hello who- oh!...Oh!!" she smiled brightly at the sight of you both

"mom!" you hugged her frail body tightly, kissing her cheek as she stroked your hair.

"oh honey I missed you, happy birthday my sweet little one!"

You giggled, "thank you mama" you held her hands as her gaze peers behind you at Taehyung- she gasps

"Taehyung? is that you? it cant be, look how much youve grown!!"

He chuckled and gave her a hug, "Yes, it is I, in the flesh" he smirked and politely bowed.

"I thought you were bringing Kaito, no?"

she brought you all inside, allowing you to sit in the living room as she brought you both coffee.

"well thats a whole other story..." you smile softly and give her a knowing look

"oh, you didnt break up did you?"

she seemed upset- disappointed even.

"um...well not officially but.....basically" you frowned and shrugged, an apologetic gesture.

"oh no! thats too bad, im sorry honey...he seemed sweet"

taehyung had to stop himself from laughing at this, but he knew he wouldn't want to drag you down with him and end up confessing to the incident- so he bit the inside of his cheek and drank his coffee.

The conversations were typical, your mother asking about school and work, you told her you were thriving and enjoying uni as best as you could.

She seemed interested when you both told her about the art competition Taehyung had one a few weeks back

"Paris? thats amazing" she happily clapped her hands and looked at you both gracefully "good job, im sure your parents are proud"

"ha, sort of" he brushed his hair back with his hand as she brought up his mom and dad, remembering how a month ago shit hit the fan with them- he still never told them he won the competition anyways.

"well im sure you both are exhausted from your flight, i'll make you both something nice to eat while you go wash up....I even bought a cake!!"

You giggled, "mom...my birthday isnt until tomorrow.."

"so? let the festivities begin now, who cares!" she laughed and stood up, ushering you and taehyung upstairs.

"theres a guest room right here for you, taehyung" she politely spoke, pointing across the hall. You were obviously going to be sleeping in your old bedroom, and you would have taken him in there with you but you felt a little sheepish at telling your mom the situation with him, despite her possibly being elated, you also had just told her you got out of a relationship, and you didnt want to make it seem like something it wasnt.

You winked at him and walked to your room, opting to take a bath and clean up. Your throat had begun to develop a scratch, making you sit in the tub and pray that you weren't getting sick right now, not on your one week off.

meanwhile, down the hall, taehyung put his bags onto the rather large bed and looked around, it was pretty nice for a guest room. The view pointing out into the backyard, immediately flooding his head with past memories once more.

His eyes stayed on the small, now broken, tree swing. That very bench was where you cried into his chest senior year of high school, cursing your father for what he did.

"i'll never forgive him" you cried, hands gripping his shirt as your tears fell onto him.

All he could do in the moment was rub your back- "you dont have to..."

"h-how could he, taehyung?" you sat back to look at him, makeup running down your puffed up cheeks. "how could he just leave?? I dont even- god...what do I do?? im alone...my moms just- we are alone..." you began to sob again as he carefully pressed you back into his chest, quietly shushing you as he leaned against your head.

"shhh....you arent alone....you're never alone...."

"how can a man just leave his wife and child......"

He wasn't sure what to say...he knew your parents had issues for years but he never thought it would end like this: your parents divorcing because it turns out he cheated on your mother with a co-worker.

You swore would never trust another man again.

He cleared his throat as he snapped out of the upsetting memory, unpacking his clothing and stepping into the shower.

Afterwards, he had sat on the bed and continued to peer out the large window, millions of words soaring through his brain.

"you okay?"

His attention was brought to you, standing in the doorway with a towel on your head.

cute, he thought. "im okay...come here" he smiled and reached out for your hand, pulling you onto the bed with him.

"mm you smell nice" he whispered, arms wrapping around you as his face hid in your neck.

You blushed, unable to help the smile that crept onto your face. "tae-" you giggled and tried to get up

"shes not coming, shes in the kitchen cooking" he laughed, trying to keep you in his arms a little while longer.

You sighed and looked at him, "look, just dont do anything that would make her suspicious, okay? I dont really know what I would call us as of right now, we agreed to take things slow, if my mom sees us she will think we are dating and-"

He smiles and pulled you down to kiss him softly, his hands slipping under your shirt and up to your chest teasingly, making you gasp.

"I understand the plan princess, stop worrying"

You shyly smiled and turned away. "okay...."

He sat silently, taking off the towel on your head and running his fingers through your wet and curly hair, detangling it.

"you seem pale sweetheart, are you not feeling better?" he whispered

you shrugged, "ah my throat is starting to bother me now, I think im getting a cold unfortunately, just my luck right?"

"aw poor baby" he frowned and cupped your face, pressing kisses all over it gently

"you are gonna get sick too if you-"

"i dont care" he grinned and squeezed you against him once more before letting you stand up.

"kaito texted me" you suddenly spoke, making him freeze

"what? why?"

"he wrote me these huge paragraphs explaining how sorry he is and how he misses me....its ridiculous ill show you after"

He frowned and nodded, wanting to offer an apology but not sure for what exactly

"kids- dinner is ready!!" your mom suddenly called, making you smile

"cmon lets go eat"

-

"this is delicious mom, it really is" you smiled brightly, eating the warm meal she prepared for all three of you

"thank you, honey, i used to make it all the time"

"i remember" taehyung smiled, referring to the many times he would come and stay for dinner at your house growing up.

"I miss your cooking, at home we either get takeout or I try to replicate some recipe offline and it always tastes off" you snort

"nuh-uh, I think your meals are good" he protested

"no, they arent...but thank you" you giggled and rubbed your leg against his under the table.

"see you both need to visit me more so I can cook and cook and cook all day for you" your mother joked

"that sounds so fun" you spoke, taking a bite of your rice.

"so you guys told me about the paris trip, when is that happening?" she asked gently

"probably August-ish" taehyung spoke up

"mhm, we were thinking of coming back down here once the semester ends for me" you added, making your mom happy with that.

"that would be so delightful!!"

All three of you chatted happily as you finished your dinner, your mom standing up to clear the plates.

"i'll do it" you stood, collecting them and bringing them to the sink to clean.

"you know, just because I have back issues doesn't make me immobile" she teased, coming up from behind you as tae stayed seated at the table, distracted with the small cat prancing around the dining room. "go into the fridge and take the cake out!"

You smiled and walked over to the refrigerator, opening it up to grab the cake and place it on the table.

Your mother unboxed it and revealed it to you,

it was your all time favorite: a mango cream cake- topped with a "happy 23rd birthday" banner across the top.

"oh!!" you grinned, taking a photo of it, "its so pretty, thank you mama" you kissed her cheek and sat down as she grabbed plates.

Taehyung licked his lips in anticipation, always eager to eat dessert.

Your mom smiled widely, handing you a cut piece and kissing your forehead, "happy birthday my not-so little one"

you giggled and took a bite, and oh man, it was good.

"this is fucking delicious" taehyung mumbled, filling his mouth with the cream custard before remembering where he was, "sorry..." he giggled nervously

"aish, taehyung!" your mom jokingly swatted his head, taking a seat and enjoying a bite of the cake herself.

You were all discussing something when you felt your phone vibrate in your sweatpants, you took it out to see you had received yet another text from Kaito.

and this time- it wasnt so sweet.

Your eyes scanned over the screen, making your body run cold in chills and nervousness.

Suddenly- the cake wasnt as good and the room was too loud.

Taehyung noticed your look of fear and patted your back gently "you okay y/n?"

You looked up from your phone and at him, then looked at your mother who had grown concerned over your expression, "what is up sweetie? is everything ok?" she gestured to the phone.

You tried to gather your words but it was too late, you felt it come on suddenly as it always did: an anxiety attack.

"yeah- uhm, I just..." you put your phone away and stood up, hands trembling slightly. "I am not feeling well"

"so suddenly?" your mom frowned

"she mentioned not feeling well earlier" he spoke, looking at you as you peered at the floor.

"whats wrong?" she asked once more, trying to specify what exactly made her daughter so sick

You felt your vision clouding over, it seemed silly to have such a dramatic reaction to something youve dealt with before, you have dealt with much worse with kaito, why was this making you panic?

You apologized and mumbled something before quickly escaping upstairs to the bathroom, feeling yourself about to get sick-which made you panic even more.

"go check up on her please?" her mom asked taehyung, a sad look in her eyes, "I hope it wasnt the food...."

"im sure shes okay....she told me she wasnt feeling good all day" he patted her shoulder before coming up to your room, knocking softly on the door to your bathroom.

"baby...." he whispered

You felt dizzy and sweaty, but most of all, embarrassed for yourself and for worrying them like that. "what?" you mumbled, head in your arms as you sat near the toilet.

"can I come in?"

you hummed quietly, watching the door crack open just enough for him to peak his head in.

"princess whats wrong? did you get sick?"

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, "no- I feel so nauseous though" you waved him off, afraid that if you continued speaking you might actually puke.

He immediately grabbed a cold cloth and pressed it against your neck, cooling you down as he felt for a fever.

"I think it was an anxiety attack" you softly mumbled, leaning against him on the bathroom floor.

"oh baby....im sorry" he cooed, rubbing your arm slowly

"I havent had one in so long...it was so scary I felt sick and dizzy and-"

"what caused it?" he looked beyond worried to have seen you like that, it all escalated so fast.

You moaned in discomfort, pulling out your phone and bringing up the texts you received during dessert

"I would assume that?" you spoke as he took your phone

It was all messages from Kaito, cussing you out and calling you a whore, anger filled his entire body as he tensed up, unable to comprehend most of the paragraph.

"annie told everyone I dumped him because I was cheating on him....with you" you scoffed and covered your face, trying not to get worked up again.

It was one thing for Annie to be so jealous of your closeness with taehyung that she ran and had to seek attention from the entire college, but it was another thing for her to lie and accuse you of cheating.....something you resented so much yourself.

"I would never cheat on anyone and now all these kids from my classes are in my texts saying all of this shit and-" he took your phone and shut it off, squeezing you in his arms tightly, slowly rocking back and forth as you began to cry.

He wanted to say so much, but he had no strength. Seeing you upset and crying pained him more than anything, and for someone he considered a friend to go and ruin your reputation like this.....it was all so much. Suddenly your reaction made sense, he was feeling sick too now.

"my love im so sorry..." was all he could muster as you held his hand, closing your eyes and resting against his chest.

"I love you, okay? youre okay."

You nodded as he brushed away some tears on your cheek, "I love you too"

He sat there, tense, as he tried his best to comfort you while contemplating how to get away with murder.

"how is everything in- oh!"

You opened your eyes to see your mom standing in the bathroom door way, she noticed you on the floor in taehyung arms and immediately backed up, feeling a bit invasive.

"am i interrupting something?"

suddenly you were embarrassed that she had caught you and him being so close together, obviously you've sat with tae before but this looked a little more than friendly- you were practically in his lap.

"n-no we...she was feeling really sick so I sat with her." he mumbled rather quickly, slightly pushing you off his chest.

You nodded in agreement as she looked at the two of you, "do you know what happened?" she asked after a moment

"anxiety attack" you wiped your face with the cloth as she walked in and helped you stand

"oh sweetie, you still get those?"

nodding, you looked down at your hands which were trembling.

"havent had one in a long time..but yeah"

"well lets get you to rest then, yes?" she smiled softly and led you to the bed, tucking you in gently before bringing you a cup of tea.

You remember how when you were struggling with dad, you had your first panic attack and you quite literally assumed you were dying.

"I cant breathe.." you whispered, clutching your chest as you cried in your moms arms, she was absolutely terrified.

Her hand rubbed your back slowly as you sobbed, trying to console you. "my angel you need to try, you are scaring me"

You sat up and she wiped your tears, "I know you are upset, i am too, but we cant fall apart now, i need you to....I need you to stay strong for mommy, ok?"

You hiccuped and nodded, squeezing her hand.

She brought you a warm cup of tea and sang softly, watching as you came down from whatever level you were just on. She rubbed your back until you fell asleep in her bed.

You might have been 17, but you were her baby and she wanted to protect you.

You drank the tea as she brushed your hair, suddenly feeling calmer in her presence. You wish you never moved out, she had such an ability to calm you that even taehyung had not mastered.

She looked back at him as he awkwardly stood away from the bed, his face wearing concern, then she returned her gaze to you.

"i think we all need to rest okay? tomorrow is gonna be so good, I promise" she squeezed your hand before kissing your forehead softly. "goodnight honey...come get me if you need anything" she spoke, patting taehyungs arm on the way out.

He watched her leave, then looked back to see you laying under the covers of your childhood bed. He couldn't help but smile slightly, you looked so safe and comfy, he wanted to make you feel that as well.

"you alright?" he whispered

You nodded, sipping the tea once more and asking him to turn the lights off- he did so as he walked over to your bed, kissing you lightly.

"im sorry this happened, get some sleep okay? cant have a sad birthday girl tomorrow" he smirked as you giggled quietly, it was nice to hear.

"okay....goodnight taehyung..." you watched him begin to exit the room as you got lost in thought, quickly sitting up before he was gone

"wait-"

He turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised gently

sighing, you put your tea down, "can you...stay? just lay with me?" you seemed embarrassed to even ask this, but you knew you had told him to keep his distance while staying at your moms, now you were breaking your own rule.

"are you sure? what if your mom sees?"

You shrugged, eyes still red and puffy. "pretty sure she already saw in the bathroom.....I bet shes conspiring about us right now" you huffed, watching him giggle and walk over, slowly climbing onto the small bed.

He wrapped you into his arms gently, kissing your head.

"you are okay....I promise"

You hummed and held his hand, looking up at him, "can you rub my back?" you asked quietly, shyness in your voice as you felt yourself shrinking down to ask something that seemed silly to you.

He nodded and turned you to face him, his hand gently rubbing patterns against your clothed back, calming you quickly, "is this okay?"

"more than...." you smiled, eyes closing as you leaned into his chest. "my mom used to do it to help me sleep" you giggle

"thats sweet" he hummed happily, suddenly glad you felt safe enough to allow him with you at this moment, to do something so simple yet intimate.

It was silent in the dark room, only noise that is audible is your moms small cat meowing in the other room, making you smile.

"I dont want you on your phone for the rest of the trip okay? we have 6 days, lets just have ourselves yeah? if you need to make a call use my phone" he suggested after a moment

"but what if-"

"no what ifs or buts....you need a break, look at you." he huffed, rubbing your back still.

You had to admit, he was right, you were a fucking mess and tonight was shameful to say the least. It had been such a long day already and it just so happened to be the straw that broke the camels back.

"okay" you mumbled, allowing yourself to melt into his touch as the time slowly ticked by. He had fallen asleep not too long after, but you were still awake.

Your mind was no longer on panic mode, but you were thinking about possibly every situation there was to worry about at that very moment.

school. kaito. work with ms.choi,

fuck you forgot to tell ms.choi about your trip, she must be blowing up your phone right now.

you need to go grocery shopping when you get home

your mom is probably worrying sick about you down the hall

you are probably a bad daughter

you are 23 and have nothing to show for it

your throat still hurts, damnit

You roll over and look at the ceiling as your thoughts raced.

shit, you regret not finishing that cake slice, you are craving it.

dahyun and chae, fake ass friends...but maybe it was your fault?

no....yes?

you sigh and turn to lay on your stomach

why are you going crazy? are you losing your mind?

maybe its just your period starting

hm

maybe but-

Your eyes shot open.

"my period...."

oh shit......yeah....the thing that never came.

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The Entertainer II - Track 04 - A Beautiful Thing to Say

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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Monday morning came too soon, but for the first time in a very long time, I walked into work with a smile on my face and a pep in my step.

“Well, don’t you look chipper for a Monday,” remarked Donna when I slipped into my chair beside hers.

“What?” I asked, barely paying attention as I rearranged the pens in the cup on my desk.

“Someone had a good weekend,” Donna wiggled her brows. “Spill the beans, who is he?”

“He? What makes you think there’s a he?”

“You’re wearing a dress.” I heard the casters of Donna’s chair roll across the hard floor as she scooted closer to me and sniffed. “And perfume. You got laid.”

I side-eyed her with a smirk as I attempted to refill the tape in my adding machine. “I happen to wear perfume everyday.”

“It wasn’t Bill, was it?” inquired Donna, ignoring my comment. “I thought you hated him.”

“I don’t hate him, we just didn’t hit it off. But no, it wasn’t Bill.”

“So it was a man, though!”

Knowing Donna wasn’t going to let it go, I took a deep breath and sighed. “I just ran into an old friend over Thanksgiving break,” I stated. “That’s all.”

“Old friend my ass,” Donna jeered. “Oh god, please don’t tell me it was your ex. What was his name again? Adam?”

“Alan,” I groaned. “And no. Definitely not him.”

I could feel Donna’s eyes staring at me as she waited for me to divulge more information.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Are you gonna tell me, or not?”

“Hmm, I think...not.” I smiled sweetly. “Not just yet. It’s still very new.”

When Donna realized I wasn’t going to say any more, she sighed with a pout.

“You’re no fun,” she muttered as she rolled back to her desk.

I smiled to myself as I checked my daily calendar. I considered Donna a friend, but not in the same way I did Halo. She was fun and sassy, and sometimes she liked to rib me, but I didn’t feel comfortable telling her about someone as important as Harry.

The day, while steadily busy, still seemed to drag like Mondays do. I was constantly checking the clock, hoping it was nearing five. Not that I had any plans. And not that I was expecting a call from Harry that evening. But the way he’d left me the night before told me I just might get one. And if I was honest with myself, I was already longing to hear his voice.

After a quick dinner and a soak in the tub, the phone rang just around the time I thought it would. The voice on the other end made my heart flip in my chest when it greeted me and called me beautiful.

“How was your day?” he asked me.

“It was a Monday,” I groaned. “How was yours?”

“Not bad, actually. Got a bit of songwriting done. Cleaned out and restocked the fridge.”

“Don’t tell me you went shopping.”

“What? I can’t go shopping? I gotta eat, love.”

I giggled. “I just figured you had someone to do that for you.”

“Well...I have. But not this time.” Harry paused before he added, “I reckoned I might stay longer than I’d planned.”

“Oh?” I felt my face heat up at the possibility that he was staying in L.A. because of me.

“Yeah, you know.”

“I know what?” I chuckled again.

“Nothing. Um...so I have a few things I can prepare for dinner this week, and I thought you might like to join me.”

“You cook?” I asked incredulously.

Harry laughed. “Did you think I only dine out or have things delivered to me?”

“Well no...but...yeah, maybe,” I blushed, grateful he couldn’t see me.

“I’m actually pretty self-sufficient, Mary Lou,” he jabbed.

“Hey now,” I quipped. “What did I do to get the double name?”

“I’ll take it back if you come over.”

“Hmm,” I thought aloud. “I don’t know. I might have plans. This week has booked up pretty fast already…”

“Skyyy,” Harry whined, almost in sing-song. I chuckled.

“Of course, Harry,” I said. “You know I’d love to. I was teasing you.”

“So was I.”

I knew my face was red as a beet as I bit my lip and twisted the phone cord around my finger. “What day should I come?”

“The sooner the better.”

“Tomorrow sounds perfect,” I commented.

“Hmm, tonight sounds even better.”

“Oh, but I’ve already eaten,” I pouted. “I’m sorry.”

“Wasn’t talking about dinner.”

“Harry…”

“What? I miss you already. Is that weird?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

“Kinda,” I mimicked in the same tone, although my insides were having a party.

Harry chuckled low, then let out a long, deep sigh. “Alright, we’ll do it your way. Is seven o’clock too early?”

“Not at all.”

After Harry gave me directions to his house, we talked for at least another hour. The television was on a low volume, but I barely even noticed what was on the screen. It seemed every time we’d start to say goodbye, one of us would have something else to say and we’d get into a whole other conversation. Finally, the nightly news started its introduction on the TV, and I knew it was time to call it a night.

“Goodnight, Harry,” I yawned.

“Sorry to keep you up, love,” he said.

“Don’t be silly. I enjoy talking to you.”

“Me too.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and I knew it was the truth. If I didn’t have to get up early, I probably could have stayed up all night talking to him.

Hanging up the phone, I turned out the lights and danced to my bedroom, humming a tune I had heard earlier that day.

“Suddenly, the wheels are in motion And I...I’m ready to sail any ocean Suddenly, I don’t need the answers ‘Cause I...I’m ready to take all my chances with you…”

Harry’s house wasn’t that difficult to get to. I arrived in just over twenty minutes. What did surprise me, however, was how normal it looked. While it wasn’t a tiny house by any means, I was expecting it to be some huge estate with a gated entrance and tall, obscure bushes enshrouding the boundaries so no one could see inside. I watched too many old movies. Instead, I pulled my car into a long, brick driveway that stopped in front of a two-car garage with black doors. Closing my car door, I looked up at the white home. I was never good at pinpointing house styles, but my guess was it was either Spanish or Mediterranean, possibly French. And while it appeared to have two stories, it looked to be much wider than it was tall.

I noticed a door ahead of me that probably led inside the garage, so I turned the corner and found two gorgeous black wooden doors, greeting me with cacti flanked on either side. I cleared my throat - as if that would do anything - and rang the doorbell. I felt my stomach do a flip as I heard footsteps getting louder just before one of the doors swung open.

“Hi,” he said, after a gorgeous, wide smile spread across his face.

“Good evening,” I grinned, tilting my head. I wasn’t sure why I said that, or the way I said it. It just felt fitting. Like I was in one of those old movies I watched too often.

Harry chuckled and stepped back, waving his hand. “Please, come in.”

An intoxicating aroma filled my nostrils as I stepped over the threshold. I eyed Harry as he shut the door behind me and took my hand.

“C’mon, you’re just in time for a taste test.”

Guiding me through the large foyer, he stopped when we reached the kitchen, the scent of garlic and herbs more pungent. Releasing my hand, Harry grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter and dipped it into the steaming pot that sat on the stove.

“Tell me what you think,” he urged, gesturing for me to come closer.

As soon as the spoon touched my lips, I nearly gasped and let out a moan.

“Absolutely delicious!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah? You don’t think it needs anything? Salt?”

I shook my head, grabbing the spoon from him. “No way. It’s perfect.”

“Hey!” Harry chuckled as I took another bite. “I said a taste!”

Licking my lips, I grinned cheekily at him, knowing he was teasing and actually loved that I approved of his cooking.

“Is it ready? Can we eat?”

“As soon as I take the bread out of the oven,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye, pulling on an oven mitt. “I take it you came hungry.”

“Just a little,” I giggled, rubbing my tummy. “That sandwich I had at lunch left me long ago. Can I help with anything?”

“Nope, I got it, love,” he said sweetly, laying the baking sheet of warm garlic bread on the counter. “But how about a quick tour first?”

“Oh yes,” I shook my head. “Silly me. I wanna see your house!”

“Think you can hold out?” Harry wiggled his brows.

“I’ll try my best,” I remarked, throwing the back of my hand against my forehead. “Even though I’m so famished!”

Harry chuckled again and grabbed my hand. “C’mon Miss Dramatic. We’ll start with the den.”

Just as suspected, Harry’s house was absolutely gorgeous. Though it was two stories, the first story extended longer than the second, and included a screened-in pool that I tried my best not to ogle over.

“It’s heated,” Harry commented. “So we can take a dip later if you’d like.”

“I didn’t bring my suit,” I blushed.

“So…?” Harry smirked, sliding his arms around my waist.

“Oh.” I laughed into his shoulder as I felt him chuckle against me. Lifting my head, I looked into his handsome face. “Is that how this evening is gonna go?”

Harry shrugged with a smirk. “I was rather hoping, but...doesn’t have to if you don’t want.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, my nerves struggling with my desire. “We’ll see.”

“Fair enough.” Tucking my hair behind my ear, Harry gazed into my eyes and I felt myself melt. “I’m just glad you’re here. You look beautiful, by the way. I meant to say when you arrived.”

“Thanks,” I blushed again just before he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“Come,” he said low. “Let’s eat.”

After Harry opened a bottle of wine, we shared a delicious dinner of pasta, salad and bread. Then when I helped him with the dishes, he poured us another glass of wine and led me into the den where he lit a fire. I tried my hardest to look relaxed on his sofa as he returned, taking the seat next to me. I could feel my insides quiver as he smiled at me, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. Though we had just spent a glorious weekend together, his presence continued to have an effect on me.

Lifting his glass from the coffee table, he held it up. “To Mary Lou Jones.”

“To me?”

“Of course. And...to fate...for bringing us together again.”

I grinned shyly as our glasses touched and I took a sip. “You believe in that sort of thing?”

“I didn’t…” Harry paused, looking down at his glass and then back at me. “But I do now.”

“Oh,” I whispered as he leaned closer. I felt my stomach flutter as I saw his eyes shut just before his lips grazed mine.

His kiss deepened as his hand found the back of my neck. His wet, wine-tinged tongue sent sparks through my chest and I let out a delicate moan. I felt him sigh against me before he sat back, and taking my glass, he set both on the coffee table. With heavy eyelids, he gazed back at me, his hand slowly sliding up my thigh.

“Sky,” he murmured, his voice extra deep and sultry, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Can’t get you out o’ my head.”

My eyelids fluttered as his fingers reached dangerous territory, his other hand slipping around the back of my neck again. I swallowed hard, a nervous chuckle escaping my throat.

“You just saw me day before last. And talked to me last night.”

“I know,” Harry smirked. “I want you all the time.”

I let out a sigh, my hand pressed against this chest.

“I want you, too,” I confessed in a whisper.

I caught the glimpse of excitement and relief in Harry’s face just before he smiled. “Yeah?”

“Mmm hmm,” I nodded. “Always.”

I wondered for a split second why I’d added that last word to my confession just before Harry kissed me again. Did I mean it in the past tense, like I always had wanted him? Perhaps. Was I referring to the present tense, meaning I wanted him right then? Definitely. Or did I mean it in the future tense...I always will?

I supposed that last question would be left unanswered. For now.

Harry’s warm body slid with ease between my legs as he pressed me against the couch. His wet, intoxicating kisses filled me with more hunger for him. He caressed me tenderly, sending chills all over. We hastily undressed each other, panting with desire. If it had been anyone else, in any other moment, I’d have thought having sex on the sofa was so unromantic and juvenile. But not with him.

Not with Harry.

With Harry...everything was perfect.

I reveled in the afterglow, his body pressed against mine - our skin sticky with a sheen of sweat as I watched the reflection of the fire glisten on his back.

“You’re so amazing…” I thought I heard him say, though it was muffled, his head wedged between mine and the back of the sofa.

“What?” I whispered.

“Mmmm,” he groaned before lifting himself up with his elbow. His hair fell over his eyes and I smiled at the image, reminiscent of a photo of him on the back of Wildfire’s last album.

“Let’s go swim,” he said.

“Now?” I chuckled.

“To cool off.” I watched as he sat up, combing a hand through his hair.

“I thought you said the pool was heated.”

“It’s still cooler than in here,” he said with a smirk, rising from the couch and pulling me with him.

He was right. Though the pool water was warm, it still felt cool on my toes as soon as I took the first step in. Not cold, like a regular pool, but like the sweet sting you get from a hot shower after a long run.

Harry had already swum a lap to the other side of the pool and back before I even got waist deep. His cheeky grin told me I needed to get a move on as he swam up to me on the middle step.

“Why are you being so shy?” he asked, grabbing my hips. “It’s only water.”

“I know.”

“And I’ve already seen you naked.”

I tsked at him, playfully splashing him. “I know, silly. Just let me be.”

I swirled the water back and forth with my hands before slowly lowering my body into the pool, stopping where the water hit my shoulders. Harry looked at me, his eyebrows raised.

“Better?”

“Mmhm,” I nodded briskly. “Except now I’m not gonna want to get out.”

“Why not?”

“It’s like a bathtub,” I explained with a pout. “And once I get out I’ll be cold.”

Harry cackled, pulling me to him. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Thanks,” I said tight-lipped. “But I wasn’t trying to be cute.”

Harry turned us away from the steps and floated us toward the deep end.

“Well, you are anyway. And I can’t get enough.”

A small smile crept up on my face as I watched him take my wrists and wrap my arms around his neck. My legs had already naturally found his waist in the buoyancy dance, and we floated for a second or two in silence.

“I’m enjoying getting to know you again,” Harry commented, surprising me.

“Getting to know me? You already know me.”

“Yeah, but there are some new things I didn’t know before,” he added. “Or maybe they’re things that have changed since I last saw you.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno…you tell me. I didn’t know it takes you twenty minutes to get in the pool.”

“It didn’t take twenty minutes!” I slapped at him as he chuckled.

“Alright. I’m just saying…I like finding out these little…quirks and things about you. I wanna know more.”

I stared at him for a moment until I breathed. “Careful what you wish for.”

“Why?”

“Well…what if there’s something you don’t like?”

Harry raised a brow and made a face. “Hasn’t happened yet.”

“Hmm. Just wait. It’s only been a few days.”

I bit my lip as I turned my head to gaze out the windows that held us in. The sun had long ago set, the sky a dark, starless blue. Suddenly I heard a ripple in the pool just before Harry lifted his hand and pushed a strand of hair from my face.

“Sky,” he said softly. “Babe, I’m trying to be honest and romantic here. Can you give me a chance?”

“I…” I stared at him again, feeling ashamed. “Of course. I’m sorry.”

My heart suddenly began to race as I realized how serious he was. My fingers played with the wet hair on the back of his neck as I silently wished I could take back what I’d said and return to the lighter mood we’d begun earlier.

“I meant what I said, Sky,” Harry conveyed. “About loving you back then. Even though I hadn’t realized it until it was too late.”

I merely blinked and nodded, hoping he would continue.

“I know…time changes things. And feelings change. But being with you again…even though it’s only been a few days…”

My right hand traced his jaw as we bounced to the other side of the pool and I waited for him to continue.

“It’s like…I feel myself falling…all over again.”

I stared at him, my mouth agape. “Harry.”

“I know…it’s crazy…” he chuckled, leaning his forehead against mine. “It’s…it’s too soon. So I’m not saying-”

“Okay,” I interrupted, nervous that neither of us were ready to say or hear those three words.

“I’m just saying…that I really, really like you, Sky.” Harry beamed a goofy grin that even made me laugh. “And I’m already feeling the things I felt five years ago but didn’t say. So…I want you to know this time. Because…I don’t want to lose this again.”

I slid my left hand under his jaw to echo my right, cupping his face in my hands as I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his nose.

“What a beautiful thing to say,” I whispered before kissing his mouth.

Our lips locked, we continued to float around the pool, tasting each other as if we never had before. My heart still thumped loudly in my chest, but I willed it to not give me away just yet.

I knew there was nothing I wanted on earth more than for Harry Styles to love me, the way I’d wanted him to love me five years ago. I had done a good job of pretending - to myself, to Halo, and even to Harry - that I was okay with him leaving on that plane and never coming back. I had told myself he was too good for me, that he wasn’t mine to have, and that the world deserved to have him instead. But in that moment, my arms and legs wrapped around him in that big, heated pool…I knew that I had lied, even if just a little bit.

I loved him.

And I wanted him to love me.

Harry helped me towel dry when we got out of the pool. I assumed we’d return to the living room where our clothes were discarded, but instead, he wrapped me up in a big towel and carried me to his bedroom.

“I really do have to work in the morning,” I teased as he laid above me in his incredibly soft bed.

“I know. Just a few more minutes,” he said, his voice deep and quiet as he placed his head on my chest.

I stared at his ceiling fan as I absent-mindedly combed my fingers through his long curls. I quickly recalled the morning in the hotel in Santa Barbara when Harry’d asked me my real name. I remembered the way the sun shone through the balcony windows and the ceiling fan lent some cool air as our bodies touched.

“What’s your favorite place?” I suddenly heard myself ask.

“Huh?”

“Your favorite place you’ve ever been.”

“Oh. Uh…sorry, love, I was almost asleep with your…hands there…”

“Oh…sorry,” I smiled as he sat up and looked at me.

“Uh…Japan’s pretty great. I like it there. South American crowds are insane,” Harry laughed. “Australia’s great…I dunno. I’m not sure I have a favorite.”

“Oh.”

“Why? You wanna go with me?”

“Where? Australia?”

“Anywhere. Next time I go.”

“Oh.” I smirked. “We’ll discuss that later I guess.”

Harry leaned next to me on his elbow. “I’d love it if you did.”

I rolled over to face him and he touched my cheek before leaning over to kiss me.

“So why do you ask?”

“Hmm?”

“What my favorite place is.”

“Oh, just curious. You’ve been a lot of places.”

“Yeah…” Harry sighed. “Some of them run together after a month or two.”

“I can understand that,” I commented, even though I didn’t really.

“Right now I just know I want to be with you,” Harry added. “Wherever it is.”

Harry’s confessions ran through my brain as I drove home that night. Although I was undoubtedly nervous about them and about being hurt again, I couldn’t deny the chemistry we had. I hadn’t felt this way since…well, since we said goodbye five years ago.

The radio almost seemed to mock us and our vulnerability as the most fitting song began to play.

“I was sure I’d lost my chance forever I never dreamed we’d ever meet again…”

I had to admit that things like this didn’t happen everyday. Call it fate, destiny, God or whatever…I never thought I’d ever even see Harry again, let alone have another chance at love with him. As I pulled off the highway onto my street, I found myself nearly in tears…and not of sadness, but of hope and happiness.

“A different bed, a different ceiling But still that same old feeling As I hold you close, I almost want to cry ‘Cause it feels just like we never said goodbye…”

Songs mentioned:

Olivia Newton-John & Cliff Richard - Suddenly

Crystal Gayle - It's Like We Never Said Goodbye

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Chapter 17

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 at the Hufflepuff table the next day and unfolded the newspaper, skimming for the important things.

Mundungus had been arrested and placed in Azkaban. Reading the rest of the article, it seemed as though he had impersonated an Inferius while attempting to rob someone. I snorted before taking a bite into my muffin. Just lovely.

There were multiple disappearances though none of the names rang a bell.

A nine-year old had been arrested for trying to kill his grandparents. They'd put him in a ward in St. Mungo's with top security. Of course, it looked as though he was under the Imperius Curse so they couldn't blame him. Especially at nine! I mean, full adults had a hard time throwing off the Imperius Curse. I wished I was on the jury that was going to try him. I'd find him not guilty.

On top of all the bad news, it was Monday which meant using the time turner to get to Care of Magical Creatures class and Ancient Runes before Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hagrid talked about Nundus in class and all I could say was that I was glad that he hadn't found a real one to bring into class. They were terrifying creatures and the only thing I was glad about learning was that I should most definitely stay away from one if I ever came across one, which I wouldn't because I was never going to East Africa.

I hurried to Defense Against the Dark Arts after that, arriving on time, and sitting in my seat, quickly pulling out the dementor essay and my book. Harry entered the room, the last to come in and Severus said, "Late again, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor."

I glared at Severus but he would not look at me. He probably knew the look I was giving him.

Severus waved his wand so that our essay floated from our desks to his in a neat pile and said, "Before we start, I want your dementor essays. And I hope for your sakes they are better than the tripe I had to endure on resisting the Imperius Curse. Now, if you will all open your books to page- what is it, Mr. Finnigan?"

Seamus had his hand in the air and he lowered it as he said, "Sir, I've been wondering, how do you tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost? Because there was something in the paper about an Inferius-"

"No, there wasn't." Severus said in a bored voice.

"But sir," Seamus protested, "I heard people talking-"

"If you had actually read the article in question, Mr. Finnigan, you would have known that the so-called Inferius was nothing but a smelly sneak thief by the name of Mundungus Fletcher."

I rolled my eyes. Mundungus and Severus were on the same team and he certainly should act like it.

"But Potter seems to have a lot to say on the subject." Severus said, pointing towards the back of the room and I instinctively turned to see Harry's bright red cheeks. I faced forward again, glaring at Severus who was still not meeting my eyes. "Let us ask Potter how we would tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost."

"Er- well- ghosts are transparent." Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh, very good. Yes it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent'."

I sighed, leaning on my left hand while I drew absentmindedly with my right hand.

There was laughter, a shrill shriek from Pansy and the rest were scattered through the others.

"Yeah, ghosts are transparent, but Inferi are dead bodies, aren't they? So they'd be solid-" Harry said, sounding very much like he'd like to curse Professor Snape to oblivion.

"A five-year-old could have told us as much. The Inferius is a corpse that has been reanimated by a Dark Wizard's spells. It is not alive, it is merely used like a puppet do to the wizard's bidding. A ghost, as I trust that you are all aware by now, is the imprint of a departed soul left upon the earth. . . and of course, as Potter so wisely tells us, transparent." Professor Snape sneered.

"Well, what Harry said is most useful if we're trying to tell them apart!" Ron exclaimed, "When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to have a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?'"

I nearly laughed and quickly lowered my head so that I could laugh without Severus knowing that I was laughing.

"Another ten points from Gryffindor. I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room." Severus snapped.

I looked up at him, exasperated.

"Now open your books to page two hundred and thirteen and read the first two paragraphs on the Cruciatus Curse." Severus said, his lip curling. His eyes met mine briefly and he went back up to his desk.

I sped-read the chapter on the Cruciatus Curse before pulling out an artpad and started to draw again. I was very carefully trying not act as though I wasn't doing my work, because people tend to notice when Professors favor students. If Severus simply walked past me drawing and not working, people would notice. After all, I wasn't a Slytherin.

But today, Severus didn't seem keen to walk through the class and I had a very nice outline done for my next painting. It was a farm scene, a place I'd like to live one day. Own horses and cows and sheep and chickens and rabbits. No pigs.

I also wondered about the apparition lessons that were going to be held in Hogsmeade. I was upset, mostly because they weren't open to those who weren't seventeen by the date in April. Of course, this had surprised Mr. Twycross because of my superb ability to apparate. He was talking to the Ministry about bending the rules for me. I'd told him good luck with that, but it wasn't going to happen. He was quite confident I was wrong.

There was no way that Scrimgeour was going to bend rules for me. Though of course, I would've liked to have seen Umbridge's face when told I apparated on the first try of the first day without any prior tries. It was probably carefully concealed fury. Kingsley would've been proud though.

I hadn't seen Kingsley in a long time and I missed him. I could always contact him on my two-way mirror though. . . maybe I would soon.

The bell rang and I slowly packed my things away, making sure that I was the last student in the classroom.

"You'll be late for your next class if you don't hurry along Miss Kane." Severus said indifferently, not looking up at me as he continued to write on the parchment.

"Really?" I snapped, "I told you to lay off Harry just a little bit." I swung my bag off the table and stomped out of the room.

He was a right pain in the ass, he was. My husband and yet the person who hated my brother, one of the people I loved most after him. Or maybe before him, I wasn't sure. Did siblings take preference over mates?

The rest of the day passed in a blur and I went to the art studio before dinner. I had all the teachers drawings in a manila folder, labelled and ready to be set out this weekend. I also had duplicates in a folder in my bag and the other duplicates for the message board were spread on the table. I planned on writing the names of the Professor's underneath in calligraphy or maybe a broad font inside a banner.

I took out the two-way mirror, propping it up on an art easel, completely uncertain if this was going to work.

"Er- Kingsley?"

I waited a few seconds and then there was some movement in the mirror and he pulled it out. I smiled, looking at his handsome, kind, intelligent face. A weight was lifted off my chest.

"Elizabeth!" He said in that slow, deep voice of his. It was quite a handsome voice. Sexy, almost. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes." I said, remembering that the last time I had seen him I'd been fighting four Death Eaters by myself. "I just. . .I wanted to see you for a bit. . . talk to you. . . I haven't seen you in a long time. This isn't a bad time, is it?"

"Not at all." Kingsley said. "I'm just working on a simple case. We're trying to track down Bellatrix Lestrange. The Ministry's furious that her and Greyback got into the Burrow. They don't know how they did it yet. The security at the Burrow's been upped triple."

I shivered, blushing a little. "That doesn't sound simple at all."

Kingsley smiled. "How's school?"

Ah, a subject change. Very well then. "It's alright." I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "Boring, actually."

He chuckled. "Where are you? I don't recognize that room."

I held the mirror up a little higher, showing him around the art studio, showing him most of my drawings (including the funny Professor ones) and also the drawings up on the walls and everything in between. I'd finished one of the windows (a middle one) for the stained glass project.

"Quite splendid." Kingsley said. "I think Tonks mentioned something about your art skills sometime after Christmas."

"Yes." I said. "She was at the Burrow. She said I should sell my artwork." I rolled my eyes. "But everyone knows that art doesn't sell until after the artist is dead."

Kingsley chuckled again. "Is that an unwritten rule?"

I grinned. "I can name a dozen artists who were penniless when they lived and rich after they died. Picasso, Van Gogh, Modigliani, Paul Cezanne-"

"Alright, alright, I take your point." Kingsley said. There was a sound behind him and another face popped into the mirror.

"Hello Elizabeth." Uncle Moody growled, his magical eye rolling, his normal eye focused in the mirror.

"Hi Uncle Moody, how's work?" I said genially.

"Better when not interrupted." He said, but he sounded amused rather than disapproving.

I grinned. "Blame Kingsley. Not me."

Kingsley chuckled again and shooed Uncle Moody away.

"Tell Tonks I said hi, alright?" I asked. "I'll let you get to work, I just really wanted to see someone."

"No problem." Kingsley said, picking up a quill now that the conversation was almost over. "You can call whenever you want."

I smiled, but said nothing else, and put the mirror upside down. It was like hanging up a phone call.

I went back to the Professor drawings, throwing myself into my work.

The door opened and I looked up in surprise. My friends were more accustomed to letting me know before they came and when I realized that it wasn't anyone I was expecting, I turned the folder with the Professors over and swept the papers that were laid out on the table into my arms.

"Sev." I said, shock lacing my voice. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer for a moment. He looked quite out of place, wearing all black and magical robes and all. He looked around at my paintings on the walls and the rest of the art studio. "Looking for you." He answered, tapping his knuckles against one of the desks, looking uncomfortable. Good.

I became aware that my bun was being held in place by a paintbrush and I quickly reached up, taking it out. My hair tumbled down my shoulders, reaching my knees in waves. "Oh." I left the papers on a chair, pushing it under the table and made my way to an art easel that was far away from the table.

I picked up a paint palette, moving my hair out of the way to work on the farm scene.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asked quietly.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he made his way towards me and I kicked a stool at him for him to sit on which he did.

"Not really." I said, slightly untruthfully.

"You know that I know that you're lying, right?" Severus asked.

I gritted my teeth, holding the paintbrush inches away from the canvas and then pulled away. I'd spent a lot of time replicating the drawing onto the canvas and I didn't want to have to start over because I painted something wrong.

I put the palette and brush aside and sat down on a stool across from him. "Look, I lost my temper, alright? It's really not that big of a deal."

"When you storm out of my classroom in anger, it's a big deal to me." Severus said, high voice rising an octave.

"Well when you insult my brother, I tend to get slightly defensive." I snapped.

We stared at each other for a moment and I put my face in my hands before running my fingers through my hair and looking away.

Part of me wanted to apologize, say I was sorry, that I didn't mean what I had said. At the same time, I figured it was time to set it straight with Severus. Couples had fights and still made it through. I shouldn't live in fear that I was going to lose Severus if I lost my temper with him occasionally or told him exactly what I thought.

"Sometimes I forget." Severus finally said softly.

I could've left it at that but I didn't. "You avoided my eyes the entire class! You knew exactly what you were doing!"

Severus stood up angrily. "Why can't you just let this go?"

"Why can't you just be nice to him?" I said and then said, "Forget nice, how about just plain decent? You target him on purpose and it's stupid."

"Fine!" He snapped, swinging his cloak behind me, moving to leave the art room and my heart screamed at me to say something, to stop him. I opened my mouth but he was sweeping from the room and I closed it. I sat back down on the stool, staring at the canvas on my easel.

"Hey!" A voice said some minutes later and I snapped my head up and saw Hermione and Ginny had entered the room.

"Oh, hey." I said rather unenthusiastically. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We wanted to see how the portraits were coming along." Ginny said, peering curiously at me. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I muttered, standing up and striding over to the table, picking the portraits up again off the chair and spreading them out on the table. "I'm almost done with them."

"What happened Elizabeth?" Hermione asked kindly.

"It doesn't matter." I muttered. "Just forget it."

She dropped the topic, though I'm sure she wouldn't forget any time soon. "They are finished, aren't they?"

"Yes." I said, a bit more enthusiastically. "I was thinking either Sunday night or Monday morning."

"Sunday night." Hermione said. "We can use the cloak."

"I can pin them up on the board." Ginny said.

"And I'll put them in each Professors place." I said. "Just let me work on the ones that your going to put up on the board for a moment."

I placed them all out and started working on the banners and putting the names in calligraphy inside. It was a win-win situation. Now, we just needed it to be Sunday night.

"We can leave them in the room." I said. "That's what I've been doing."

"We'll just have to make sure that Malfoy won't be in here when we need to get the drawings." Hermione pointed out.

"Right." I said. I put the drawings in another sheaf and labelled them 'board' and then put them right next to the other package.

"What are you working on currently?" Ginny asked, looking around.

I motioned for them to follow me over to the art easel and showed them the farm scene I was working on.

"You're painting it?" Hermione asked, bending down and peering at the details.

"Yes." I said simply. I was still quite unhappy.

"Well, we'll leave you to your work." Hermione said, grabbing Ginny's arm.

I shrugged, "It's not just my studio you know. You guys are welcome to stay and do whatever you want, even study if you guys want."

"Sure!" Ginny said. "That sounds great."

"We'll have to go get our schoolbags." Hermione fretted.

"I'll be here." I said.

I briefly wondered if spending all my time in here was going to screw things up for Malfoy. I supposed it didn't matter. Perhaps I should really only be in here on weekends.

They left and I started to paint the canvas in small, light strokes. The night moved on. Ginny and Hermione came with their homework and left and still I painted. When I was done, it was one of the most beautiful things I had painted. I left it to dry.

I headed over to the desk and pulled out my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework and started writing an essay for the Cruciatus curse. Sometime in the middle of it, I fell asleep.

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"𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊." 𝕬 soft voice whispered in my ear.

I rustled uncomfortably.

"Elizabeth, come on, you have to wake up." the voice whispered, still soft and beautiful almost.

I tried opening my heavy lids but I didn't really want to surface. My dream had been nice. Severus and I had been spending a nice afternoon together. I think there was an amusement park even though I knew Severus had never set foot in such a place.

"Elizabeth!" The voice was more anxious now and I finally blinked my eyelids open.

I was on the floor, looking up at the ceiling of the art studio. Severus was leaning over me, his hands on either side of my face, his anxious face relaxed when he saw my eyes were open.

I looked around as I sat up quickly. Ink had spilled down off the table and I wondered if my Cruciatus Curse essay was ruined. I quickly stood up and looked down at the table. Much to my relief, the ink had missed the essay by a few inches.

I quickly picked the essay up, rolling it up and stuffing it into my bag. For the first time, I didn't have my homework done for tomorrow. Panic started to set in.

"I didn't do my homework." I muttered, pulling the bag onto my shoulder. With a wave of his wand, the ink was gone.

"It doesn't matter." Severus said, putting an arm around me, "Come on, let's go."

"Where?" I asked, feeling slightly dazed.

"Our room, of course." Severus said, sounding worried.

"Oh, right." I said, blushing though I was still dazed. So we were fine?

We didn't meet anyone on the way to his office and once we were inside, I checked the time. It was only eleven o'clock. I supposed that the amount of time I'd spent in the art room really had mixed up my sleep cycle.

I sat down on the bed, pulling out homework that Severus grabbed from my hands, "Go to sleep. I don't care if you have the essay done."

"You wouldn't let Harry get away with it." I said, clumsily grabbing for my homework. Severus moved it away from me.

"Yes, but I don't love him and wish his best health either." Severus said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into the bed. Once the covers were around me, I nestled into him, feeling quite warm and fuzzy. I fell asleep quickly.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 in a dark room, tied to a chair in a circle of light. There were people standing in the shadows, wearing black and I could not see their faces.

"Hello Elizabeth Kane." A cold, shiver inducing voice said and from the shadows stepped Voldemort.

I kept my mouth shut, trying to figure out how I had gotten here.

Voldemort seemed to almost glide towards me, my heart pounding by my brain acting rationally. Surely, I couldn't actually be here, could I? After all, I had been at Hogwarts, I had been at school.

"Mr. Malfoy brought you to us." Voldemort continued, walking around the chair, one pale hand moved along the back of it. "He found you sleeping in the Room of Requirement when he went to work on what he was supposed to be doing. He could not get in. He had heard rumors of what you had turned the room into and he found you. Careless of you, really. . ."

Had I fallen asleep in the room? I could've sworn I'd woken up though. I could've sworn I'd left the room. . . with. . . with Severus, hadn't I? Unless that had been a dream while Draco was transporting me out of the castle. And if this was real. . . I couldn't think about Severus.

"Draco made up for part of his father's mistakes, enough to get Lucius out of Azkaban. You've met Lucius, haven't you, Elizabeth?" Voldemort said in the same, cold voice.

Lucius moved in the shadows, his pale blond hair should have been a dead giveaway from the beginning. His steel gray eyes met mine, but he did not smile the way I would have expected him to.

A snake hissed nearby and I felt something coil around my feet. I would not flinch. I would not say anything.

"I've wanted to meet you for a long time, Elizabeth Kane." Voldemort said softly. "The rumors that surround you. Harry Potter's long lost sister, the future-see-er, the brilliant one."

He circled me again. My fight or flight response was trying to kick in but I could not move. Voldemort took a step back, making a motion to Lucius. A small light appeared, revealing Severus laying on the ground. He was alive, barely, blood seeping from his stomach. His eyes were half open, meeting mine and he mouthed 'I'm sorry'. My heart started to beat double-time, throwing a panicked look at Voldemort.

"What do you want?" I choked out. Voldemort started to laugh. I started to cry.

"Elizabeth. . ."

That voice was different, that voice was far away, more like a voice on the breeze than anything else. And that meant that I wasn't actually here. That meant that I could make this my own.

I willed the ropes to fall off of me and they did and I stood, drawing my wand. Voldemort's eyes widened in shock but his wand was already in his hand.

I willed myself to find a way out of the room and I was outside, by the sea, somewhere I'd wanted to be in a long time.

"Elizabeth..."

I willed myself to wake up and I did so, sitting upright in bed with Severus, gasping, shivering, sweating, shaking. My face was wet with salt water. My voice was hoarse, it was possible I had been screaming.

"Elizabeth!" He said, trying to face me. "What happened? You were crying and screaming in your sleep. I couldn't get you to lay still. You were thrashing around."

"Voldemort." I choked out, wiping my face.

He bit back his usual retort and said, "What?"

I explained what had happened and Severus listened intently and then said, "It was just a dream."

"I know." I muttered, "I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were." Severus said patiently. "I was trying to reassure you."

"Right." I muttered, flopping back down on the bed, "Sorry."

"No." Severus said, laying back down next to me, "I'm sorry."

He didn't elaborate and he didn't have to. He held me in his arms as I sobbed into his chest, shaking, trying to get rid of the image of him bleeding on the ground. The story had been so real, but my imagination was horribly active, and many of my dreams were quite vivid. I was shaking, but he hugged me close and I managed to calm down, falling asleep with no more nightmares.

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𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊 and Ron went with other students to Hogsmeade to do apparition lessons while Harry and I stayed behind. Twycross hadn't gotten back to me yet about whether or not I was going to be able to apparate before the designated time.

Harry had gone off to the room of requirement, hoping to catch Malfoy in the act. Meanwhile, I went over the plan for tomorrow in my head.

About half an hour later, I headed up to the Room of Requirement and knew Harry was under his invisibility cloak.

I heard a loud "OUCH!" and watched as Harry appeared, the invisibility cloak having slipped off of him.

"Harry?" A different, unexpected voice came and I hurried to see that Tonks was coming up the corridor. Harry had spun around and toppled over onto his ass and quickly scrambled to his feet, his cheeks flushing.

"What're you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I came to see Dumbledore." Tonks said.

She looked absolutely horrible and I closed my eyes as though I could block out the unhappy image. I preferred her with her bubblegum pink hair and cheery appearance. Now, she was thin, even thinner than dad. Her hair was hanging lank and loose.

"His office isn't here, it's round the other side of the castle, behind the gargoyle-" Harry said as though Tonks was stupid.

"I know. He's not here. Apparently he's gone away again."

"Has he? Hey- you don't know where he goes, I suppose?" Harry asked curiously. I snorted.

"No." Tonks said.

"What did you want to see him about?"

"Nothing in particular, I just thought he might know what's going on. . . I've heard rumors. . . people getting hurt. . ." she sent another look my way. I shook my head slightly.

"Yeah, I know, it's all been in the papers. That little kid trying to kill his-"

"The Prophet's often behind the times. You haven't had any letters from anyone in the Order recently?" Tonks asked, sound slightly desperate.

"No one from the Order writes to me anymore, not since Sirius-" Harry started and stopped when he saw Tonks eyes were filling up with tears, "I'm sorry. . . I mean. . . I miss him, as well. . ." He glanced at me like I was going to help him.

"What?" Tonks asked blankly. "Well. . . I'll see you around, Harry. Elizabeth. . ."

She turned around and went back the way she had come. Harry stared at me, "What was that about?"

I shook my head, "It's not really my place to say. She's worried about someone, though. She was hoping you'd have a letter from that person, that's all. I wouldn't know if I didn't have my powers so I don't feel comfortable intruding into her personal life without her permission, make sense?"

"Yes." Harry said. "But doesn't she work with Mad-eye and Kingsley?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Neither of them have written me either. Dad can't write either, he's underground. See ya around Harry."

I headed away from the Room of Requirement and made my way down to the Great Hall and found that Ron and Hermione were already sitting down to lunch. Halfway through it, Harry came down and sat with us.

"I did it- well, kind of! I was supposed to be Apparating to outside Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop and I overshot it a bit, ended up near Scrivenshatft's, but at least I moved!" Ron said enthusiastically before Harry even sat down.

"Good one, How'd you do, Hermione?"

"Oh, she was perfect, obviously." Ron interrupted before Hermione could speak for herself, "Perfect deliberation, divination, and desperation or whatever the hell it is- we all went for a quick drink in the Three Broomsticks after and you should've heard Twycross going on about her- I'll be surprised if he doesn't pop the question soon- if he doesn't ask Eliza first that is and-"

"And what about you? Have you been up at the Room of Requirement all this time?" Hermione asked though I wasn't sure if she was asking me or Harry.

"Yep and guess who I ran into up there?" Harry asked, ladling his bowl with soup. "Tonks!"

"Tonks?" Ron and Hermione repeated together.

Harry explained what had been said and included my thoughts at the end of it before Ron said, "If you ask me, she's cracking up a bit. Losing her nerve after what happened at the Ministry."

I glared at him angrily.

"It's a bit odd. She's supposed to be guarding the school, why's she suddenly abandoning her post to come and see Dumbledore when he's not even here?" Hermione asked.

"She didn't know that he was gone." I suggested.

"I had a thought." Harry said. His voice sounded strange, almost hesitant, "You don't think she can have been. . . you know. . . in love with Sirius?"

I nearly spit out my soup while Hermione stared at him and asked, "What on earth makes you say that?"

"I dunno but she was nearly crying when I mentioned his name. . . and her Patronus is a big four-legged thing now. . . I wondered whether it hadn't become. . . you know. . . him. . ." Harry said awkwardly.

"She wasn't crying from you saying his name, she was crying because you haven't received any information that can help her." I said. "And neither have I and that's what worries her even more."

"But who is she worried about?" Ron asked.

"It's not my place to say." I said quickly. "I try not to intrude into other people's personal lives unless I don't like them, if I'm allowed to, or if you guys find out eventually anyways."

"It's a thought, the love thing." Hermione said to Harry. "But I still don't know why she'd be bursting into the castle to see Dumbledore, if that's really why she was here. . . it was more likely what Elizabeth was saying. After all, Dumbledore would be the one who would know everything."

"Goes back to what I said, doesn't it?" Ron asked, shoveling mashed potatoes messily into his mouth and I was so glad that I was having a girl and not a boy. Boys were so messy. "She's gone a bit funny. Lost her nerve. Women, they're easily upset." Ron finished to Harry.

I rolled my eyes and Hermione said, "And yet, I doubt you'd find a woman who sulked for half an hour because Madam Rosmerta didn't laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer, and the Mimbulus mimbletonia."

Ron scowled.

The rest of us laughed.

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𝕴 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 the mirror again in the art room and called Kingsley's name. He appeared much quicker than he had previously.

"Everything alright?" He asked, his voice much deeper than before. He looked tired. He must be working a lot of hours.

I paused, wanting to be careful with how I was going to word my question, "Is. . .have you seen Tonks recently?"

"No. . .not too recently." He said carefully. "Why?"

"I'm- I'm worried about her. She came to the school a few days ago and she. . .well she seemed really upset. I think she wants to hear from someone and she hasn't heard from them. . .I think she wants to hear from Dad. Is he okay? Do you know?"

Kingsley looked slightly uncomfortable and he said, "Well. . .no, I don't know. Your father hasn't made contact with us in some time, though it is possible that he is contacting Dumbledore directly rather than through us. And I haven't seen Tonks since around Christmas. She's been staying on guard in Hogsmeade and I'm here at the Ministry."

I sighed, downcast.

"I'm sure your father is fine." Kingsley said in a reassuring voice.

"Oh, I am too." I said lightly. "I just wish I could help Tonks, that's all." I sighed again and then said, "Well, I'll let you get back to work. I just wanted to know if you'd heard anything. I'm just worried about her."

"I'll ask Mad-Eye for you." Kingsley said. "And I'll see if I can contact Tonks and help her out, alright?"

"Thanks Kingsley, you're the best." I said with a tired smile.

He smiled back and then I put the mirror upside down in my pocket, 'hanging up' on him. Then I made my way back out of the art studio and to the Gryffindor Common room.

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"𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖜𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 to be careful." I whispered to Ginny as we made our way down the marble steps towards the Great Hall under the invisibility cloak.

"I know Eliza." Ginny said, sounding exasperated.

"You-"

"Stay under the cloak while you slip into the hall." Ginny said. "Elizabeth, I know."

"Right." I said, nervous. I wanted everything to go as planned, I wanted everything to be perfect. This surprise had to be just perfect.

We paused on the tenth stair as peeves glided by and then continued after he had passed. Ginny stopped near the doors to the Great Hall so that I could slip through the doors. Crouching down, I saw that no one was there and I hurried up to the teachers table and started laying out the portraits.

After that was done, I slipped back down the stairs and out of the Great Hall, leaving the doors closed behind me and hurried over to the notice board. Ginny had nearly posted all of the drawings. I helped her pin up the last couple of ones and then we headed back up the marble steps, retracing our path.

We split off, her under the invisibility cloak, and I as a cat. She went back to the Gryffindor Tower and I went back to Severus' room.

Severus was asleep when I arrived and I quickly climbed into bed, making sure I could be up early enough so that I could get to the Great Hall early.

The alarm went off and I quickly shut it off, rolling out of bed while Severus groaned. "Why are you up so early?" he muttered.

"Early day, lots of homework." I said cheerfully, grabbing new robes and my bag. "See you in class this afternoon." I kissed his cheek.

I ran out of the room and down the stairs before he could stop me, my heart pounding, and hurried into the Great Hall. No teachers were in there yet- breakfast didn't start for another seven minutes. I hurried up the stairs, double checking to make sure the portraits were still there. I also doubled checked to make sure that the portraits were the same one's I'd drawn and I hurried down to the Hufflepuff table, satisfied.

Ernie, Hannah, Susan, Justin, Zacharias, Rose and a few other Hufflepuff students were there. Trang sat at the Ravenclaw table and many Gryffindors were already sitting down.

Dumbledore entered first, striding to his spot. We all watched him as he stopped in front of his place. I quickly ducked my head, peeking up to see him pick up the drawing and laugh joyfully, his laugh filling the room.

His eyes flashed over to the Hufflepuff table and I flushed.

"This is great." Susan said, bouncing up and down on the bench.

Food appeared on the table and more students started to file in slowly. Some where chattering about the art, laughing, having spotted the notice board already. Others were confused, darting back out of the hall to take a look.

Other teachers came in and we watched as they picked the portraits up, either covering their faces in embarrassment or laughing. Severus stalked into the room and we all bent low over our breakfast, wondering how he'd react.

He held the portrait up to the light and then pulled out his wand and set the drawing on fire. Our table broke out laughing. Professor McGonagall started to scold Professor Snape.

"Think this was enough to throw them off for a bit?" I asked with a smile.

"Definitely." Susan said. "I can't wait for the real thing."

"I wonder which one they'll like better." Zacharias said.

"I think Professor Snape will like the other one better." Ernie said with a smirk. The entire Great Hall smelled like burnt parchment.

"Good thing we have extra copies." I said with a smile. "Hopefully he doesn't burn the one on the notice board too."

Professor Dumbledore was leaning over, showing Professor McGonagall his drawing. I was quite pleased with my doings.

"I should um go to Care of Magical Creatures Class." I said with a smile. I got up and quickly left the Great Hall. People started to clap as I dashed out the door. I blushed. There was a crowd of people standing outside the notice board, laughing and looking at the drawings.

I passed by quietly and quickly and felt liberated as I entered the fresh air. Hagrid joined me soon on the grounds. He had a piece of parchment in his hands and looked quite pleased.

"Yeh draw wonderfully Elizabeth." He complimented, opening his cabin door and putting the drawing on his table before exiting and coming over to where I was standing, "My favorite was Professor Dumbledore's."

I grinned. "That one did come out good, didn't it?"

Throughout the rest of the day, there were compliments from students and teachers alike. Professor McGonagall had put hers up on the wall. Of course, there were complaints that the drawings didn't move, but the complaints didn't bother me. They didn't seem to bother the Professors either.

The ones that drew the most laughs were Professor Flitwick's and Professor Dumbledore's because they were the most unusual.

What surprised me the most was when Filch came up to me and actually shook my hand before moving past. Any student that saw that thought they were dreaming, and the story spread around quickly, though never talked about in Filch's presence.

However, the most talked about drawing was Professor Snape's. Unbeknownst to him, there was a duplicate drawing on the notice board that he hadn't burned yet, and it was the drawing that people were secretly duplicating and stuffing into binders.

"The thing is," Luna chirped at lunch, sitting with us along with a few Gryffindors and Trang at the Hufflepuff table. "No one has ever seen Professor Snape smile but you make it look so natural."

"Yet!" Zacharias interjected, "It's disturbing at the same time because he never smiles."

"Did you all duplicate that drawing?" I asked, amused.

"Yes." Came about seven different voices.

I snorted.

I seemed to earn quite a few points for Hufflepuff that day too, just random things.

It was one of the best days of my life. 

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[hospitalterrorizer]

diary90

12/10-11/2023

sunday - monday

i did work on music, but,

i hit a really annoying snag, one of the (*) i used for the new plugins i got, which i only used 2 of, and sparingly i feel like, has gone wrong, so every few seconds it outputs a hissing noise instead of effecting the input. really annoying. i'm trying to figure out which songs i've really used that on, i don't think many? we'll see. i guess i can check now if i'm using it on one of the guitar sounds i really like. i think maybe. but also that might just be vst3 things and have nothing to do w/ that sound. that would be a blessing. i know i have one really overt use that i feel worried about losing what it does, i'll have to figure out some other fucked up feedback sound for that i suppose. that could be interesting though, i think i could find something really interesting there, maybe.

so far like one other song, in a nonessential way, easy to just cut that out and use another plugin in its place, and then forego the transient shaper (sucks but what can i do, it was probably totally inaudible anyways, maybe the mix will be better with the bass not getting that particular boost too?).

found another, sadly i think it was maybe more important but idk, still able to get a sound i liked out of something else, it's just sad it's not as easy, which is really what i liked about that plugin.

yeah, it does sound good.

i can probably stop checking for the rest of the night, and then see more tomorrow. i am also looking at another plugin that seems similar and is free. i should see if i can scoop up others like this as well. bit editors specifically. they're probably not actually doing bit editing/that precise a kind of crushing but it's interesting to hear, i really like it because it can do a really sharp thing, depending on which bits you fuck with. the one i found seems like it can do roughly what i want it to do (but no feedback function which rlly sucks). i hope they figure out whatever went wrong with the thingy.

otherwise i mixed 2 songs today, it went well i think. i listened to the others i mixed and some are a little thin, vocals need to get more range put back in which is easy to solve, and then what, one song has drums that are too loud over all, one song has a snare that's too sharp i think. other than that, idk.

the plugin is like, really weird in ways but i can get it to do what i want (sooo thankful it can just be sharp and annoying).

today we did see friends, it was a long day with them, kinda, time went by fast. because of the shooting anyone with a unlv id could get into this thing we have in vegas, called omegamart. it's like, i dunno, i don't want to say lame, it's like edm bro-core stuff though. but it's like cute and some of the things they had in there were really cool, i think, one room had this strobe that was actually a flash that was connected to a weird camera setup, and it was taking pics and projecting that on the walls in step w/ each flash. that was a good room. they had a pretty chillout room, with these etched glass panels, some ambient. they had some cute interactive things. i thought it would be awful but it was honestly a positive experience. they even had a music thing anyone could go mess with, a couple actually. letting people make music is always nice.

and i just spent a while messing with an old guitar sound that used that plugin, and put the new one in, in a way that hopefully satisfies me. anyways, i am too tired, i wanted to sleep earlier tonight but didn't. so:

byebye!!!!!!!!!

[daisyishedwig]

Pavarotti Pt. 2 - December Klaine Fanworks Challenge Days 4 and 5: Presentation and Flaw

A continuation of my fic for day 1.

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Kurt was out of Isabel’s office in record time, darting off to his desk to email himself the presentation he was planning on finishing today after getting her input (it could wait until Monday, he’d just have to work on it over the weekend), and then packing his satchel to leave.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Isabel asked, leaning gracefully against the doorjamb to his office as she watched him dart around. 

“Yeah,” he said quickly, “yeah it’ll be…”

Isabel leveled him with an unconvinced stare.

He paused in his anxious hurry and took a breath. “It will be okay,” he said. “I’m not sure what’s wrong yet, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Nothing we can’t handle. I just gotta get home to him to make sure that he knows that.”

Isabel nodded. “Okay,” and then she stepped into the hallway to speak to her secretary, “have Gerald bring my car around, I need him to take Mr. Hummel home.”

“Isabel,” Kurt tried to argue but she simply held up her hand. 

“It might not be any faster than the train, but at least you’ll be able to walk through that door cool and collected and not a sweaty mess because you ran from the subway. The first rule to having everything under control is…”

He took a deep breath. “Looking like you have everything under control,” he finished.

“Exactly. The rest can be worked out later,” she approached Kurt to fuss with his lapels and smooth a stray hair back into formation. “Now go home and take care of your boy.” She picked up his bag and handed it to him. 

“Thank you,” he said, and walked calmly to the elevator.

—

Kurt had guessed for a while that Isabel knew more about his and Blaine’s dynamic than she would ever let on. It was her job to read people, to know what made them tick and what was most important to them. And she had that job because she was so good at it. So he knew there was no hiding from her when it came to being Blaine’s Dom. This was not the first time she’d referred to him as “Kurt’s boy” and it would probably not be the last. 

In the car he read over the transcript for the audio he had sent Blaine. It wasn’t much, just a simple meditation with some gentle hypnosis thrown in the mix. Nothing to push Blaine too deep, but enough to calm him and make him more susceptible to the subliminal messaging. The litany of “good boy”s and “you’re doing so well for me”. The words Blaine longed to hear but had the hardest time accepting. 

They’d messed around with hypnotism before, but always with Kurt talking him through it, telling him to drop, drop, drop. He just hoped that Blaine would be just as receptive to the suggestions if they weren’t coming from Kurt. 

Kurt thanked Gerald when he pulled up outside of his building and exited the car. He steadied his breathing as he made his way to his apartment, counting to ten to center himself before he entered

Blaine was exactly where he told him to be, kneeling, hands cuffed and resting with his palms firmly on his thighs. His back was straight and his head held high with his headphones covering his ears and eyes. He was the picture of a perfect sub, not a single flaw in sight. He approached quietly and picked up Blaine’s phone where it rested on the floor beside him and checked how much time he had left in the recording. 

Kurt nodded to himself when he saw ten minutes remaining and stood. He went to the bedroom and calmly changed into pajamas, the soft set that Blaine loved burying his face in, and returned to the living room. He dimmed the lights, giving him just enough to see, but leaving it dark enough to feel cozy, to feel serene. He sat casually on the couch and watched Blaine carefully, waiting for the moment that the audio ended, releasing him from its spell, and guiding him back from the depths of hypnosis. He watched the change in Blaine’s breathing, the way he started shifting on his knees as he slowly became aware of his body again, the flutter of his hands on his thighs. 

And Kurt stood, he crossed the room and gently carded his fingers through Blaine’s hair. Blaine didn’t jump, simply sighed knowing his Dom was here to take care of him and it would be okay. “Close your eyes,” Kurt said softly before he slipped the headphones from Blaine’s head. He moved to the front of Blaine and cupped his cheek, lifting his chin up. “Open your eyes when you’re ready,” Kurt commanded, and waited, gently stroking the apple of Blaine’s cheek with his thumb. 

Slowly, Blaine blinked open his eyes. It took a few tries of them fluttering, half open, before falling back shut, too heavy to listen. But eventually, Blaine managed it and looked up at him. His pupils were dilated and unfocused as they stared up at Kurt.

“You’re still pretty far away, aren’t you?” Kurt said, watching the slow blinking as Blaine fought to keep his eye open.

“Yes, Sir,” Blaine said, his voice soft and raw. Kurt didn’t know how long Blaine had been crying before he called, or how long he’d remained crying after they hung up, but he could feel the salt dried on his face from tears he hadn’t wiped away. 

“Do you want to stay down or are you ready to come back to me?” Kurt asked.

Blaine licked his lips. “Down, Sir,” he whispered. “Please, Sir,”

“That’s perfectly alright. I’m going to help you to the couch, though, and you need to drink and eat, but you can stay down as long as you like, alright?”

“Thank you, Sir,” Blaine said, his head tipping to the side in an attempt to nuzzle into Kurt’s hand. 

Kurt helped him to his feet, Blaine’s legs protesting from the extended kneeling period, and guided him to the couch. He carefully poured some water past his lips and hand-fed him strawberries and watermelon, leaving his lips and Kurt’s fingers stained pink. And then he held Blaine firmly against his chest, letting the sound of his heart be Blaine’s guide back to the real world whenever he felt safe to come back.

#klaine #december klaine challenge 2023 #presentation #flaw #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #glee #dom!kurt #sub!blaine #daisyishedwig writes

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 282: Monday October 9, 2023 - "Ruthlessly Seeking Routine"

September bumbled us off balance a bit but we have shifted into a new evolved gear here in October as we start to build what can be some routine off the Monday eve to Thursday eve work schedule. For all William knows, this is all perfectly normal - but he's definitely enjoying the shift too, spending all weekend clingy to his mama, filling up on her, knowing soon she'd be going back to work; they get a lot more time together with this shift and I remind myself, that this is what is most important. Time for me to grow my plate again, and get into the grit of the primary parent during the week - this is by far the best way for us to go if we're going to make this lifestyle work long term - a question thats been very front of mind for us during this tough season, while they hope for a new contract.

It was so nice tonight though that Audrie's commute flight was a little bit later, so we got normal dinner together before we old schooled it and drove Mama to the airport, leaving her right at the door under a pink sunsetty sky - it was a beautiful drive home, making it all a worthwhile excuse to get out of the house and be helpful. And its nice for William too who likes to see the Air Force base and the Pima Air Museum from his car seat on the way, and then the special treat of seeing Mama off right at the airport - he totally gets that she gets on the big blue airplane to go to work from there (though now he's convinced shes always in San Francisco). We say goodbye and give her big kisses and hugs and say that we will see her later this week. I tell her to make sure she wears her seatbelt as she hands that baby bum over to me. William doesn't fuss. All perfectly ok and normal for him. We get in the car and as he drives away he lets me know he would like a popscicle - as if he knows how helpful it is to not have meltdowns when mama goes.... how much that helps me. "What color?" I ask. Back at home I'll take some time and plan out the week, making sure to be intentional with this important time I have with my son. Reminders to facetime, baseball in a playground, trip to costco, what to have for dinner. How to keep things moving and positive and good in these few days that Audrie is gone - hoping that in some way makes that time go by a little faster.

Song: Dave Matthews - So Damn Lucky

Quote: "For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out." ~James Baldwin

[justfornowokaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

I'll actually tell you what happened.

Monday morning I was doing laundry near my apartment when I noticed a shirtless and barefoot man laying in the middle of an intersection as I walked to the store after putting my stuff into the machines. Someone was already calling an ambulance so I asked the guy on the floor if he was okay, he said no and curled up on the floor and closed his eyes. Knowing an ambulance was coming the guy who called the ambulance and I tried to stop traffic from running him over as he presented no threat to anyone.

At that time some guy smoking a blunt and drinking something comes out and starts to engage with the guy on the floor. He starts tell the guy "you're crazy aren't you, you want to fight don't you. Ill kick your ass" He starts egging the guy on, makes him get up and tells him to square up and swing at him. At this point he let us all know his dad is a cop and hes going to call the cops now on this guy who wants to fight.

I think the cop thing is important, it became clear to me this guy who just looking to act tough. He came out looking to get this guy to swing at him knowing then he could beat this guy up and tell his cop dad it was "self defense".

The guy on the floor in some kind of drunk manic state of course got up and started squaring up to fight and got super agitated and nearly got himself hit by a car. He also nearly knocked over an old man and then wandered away agitated into the neighborhood. This absolutely made me fucking livid. He took a perfectly under control situation and made it fucking worse. Instead of this man being taken in an ambulance he was now off who knows where to probably meet up with aggressive cops instead of a damn EMT. So I told him so. I told him what he did was fucking unhelpful and stupid.

He of course got mad and started yelling and threatening me. Telling me he helped people all the time and i was doing nothing while he handled it. That I was a bitch ass nigga and pathetic. He told me he would kick my ass and that he would call his fat brother to beat my fat ass with him. He kept demanding I swing at him for disrespecting him. I of course refused. I wasn't looking to fight but I refused like my neighbors to let some asshole put someone in danger for whatever pathetic validation they wanted.

He clearly also didn't want to fight me on anything approaching fair terms. He yelled and yelled and followed me up the block but never got close to me. He waited for me at the store but stayed across the street. He mentioned his age and three kids and kept mentioning his dad too. It was clearly what he wanted, he wanted me to swing at him so its self defense then him and his boys jump me and his cop dad will then get him off as "I told him my dad was a cop and he attacked me. it was self defense"

I will not be goaded into doing that though. Like what kind of grown ass man tells you he is going to call his brother to help him handle his shit. I refuse to engage with such a bitch ass limp dick little punk.

I grew up in a scene with dudes who didn't act tough or put on a front. Most looked like any other person. However they were not to be fucked with because while they wouldn't start a fight they knew how to handle a fight. I feel the same way. I will not risk my freedom taking a swing at someone clearly looking for some pathetic validation but if this guy thinks he can harass me or intimidate me he has something else coming to him.

I am a sensitive caring fat man who just wants to pet cats and make my silly posts. I will always help you if I can. However never ever think I am some fucking push over. I will fuck your shit up, Ive done it before, I can do it again. I hope this guy doesn't need to learn that lesson the hard way.

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Welcome to another wonderful work week. For those of us in the States, it will be a short week with the holiday Thursday. Since the holiday season is about to kick into high gear, it is natural to feel stress and anxiety starting to close in. A few ideas to keep in mind on this mentoring Monday and throughout this festive season.

Family does not always mean those to who you are related. Often, especially as we age, family changes from blood relationships to people who we have chosen to bring into our lives. Just because a person is related to us, yes they are family, but the true family is those amazing people we allow access to our most intimate and cherished spaces.

Also, play nice with others. One of those parental wisdom sayings is “If you do not have something nice to say, say nothing”. These words are important since interacting with relatives who have to potential to drive one bonkers. It can be easy to take the bait these scallywags toss and reply with sharp tongues or hurtful words. Endeavor to not react, let the words roll off, and avoid falling into the trap being set. Sometimes family gatherings are like a first date in that it is a best practice to have a safe call handy where texting a friend one word which they know is code to call in five minutes reporting an “emergency” and thus needing to leave. It can be the best thing for mental health to simply say, so sorry but something has come up, it was amazing to see everyone, and have a great holiday season while exciting the toxic waste dump of a gathering.

Now time to touch on a happier thought which is mentorship. It does not matter if it is a mentor that helps in one’s career, or education, even the kinktastic people that help guide the journey through D/S. Developing mentors is an enriching experience and having a D/S lifestyle advice squad benefits everyone who feels that D/S is part of their being.

Lifestyle mentoring, should be done by people who share the same roles, for example, submissives seek out s-type voices and dominants seek out d-type discourse. Avoid those shady folks who hang out their shingle as submissive trainers, teachers, instructors, or “breakers”. These are often folks seeking to prey on new, naive s-types by claiming experience with a willingness to offer “hands-on lessons” but they just want a shiny new toy to play with. These prowlers seek out newbies hoping the fresh-faced s-type will not know better, allowing the submissive to be manipulated in the name of education. There are amazing people on the opposite side of the slash who are more than happy to answer questions, teach, and empower however everyone needs to cultivate a circle of trusted peers on the same side of the slash. It is common to see people searching out advice from the side of the slash they seeking a partner from but rather it is best to seek those guiding thoughts from people in the same role. Quality mentors will challenge you to see new ideas, and methods while respecting the practices unique to you.

Since this is a week where giving thanks can be measured by overeating turkey and desserts while stifling the desire to slap Aunt and Uncle Twattwaffe, who are you thankful for that has served as a mentor, inspiration, or trusted friend? Rather than grab a second piece of pie, take that time to reach out during this Thanksgiving week to say thanks to those magical mentors who impacted your life.

[oldtvandcomics]

Queer Media Monday New Year Extra - 2023 Hall Of Infame

I was kind of supposed to do this at the end of the year, but missed the day because of Christmas, so it got postponed to New Year’s Eve. Which is a Sunday, but whatever. While I enjoy almost all the media I consume (I pick it carefully beforehand), there were three queer stories in 2023 that I just cannot recommend, but also are for one reason or the other too important to simply ignore. So, here is my 2023 Hall Of Infame. I’ll be more opinionated than usual, but let me have this, as a treat.

Loki (2021-2023)

As part of the MCU, alternate-timeline Loki escapes at the end of the 2012 movie The Avengers and gets caught up with a time-travel agency trying to keep the Multiverse in order. Notable for being the one that actually states Loki’s queerness on-screen. Well. At least his bisexuality. His genderfluidity, not as much.

This show had so. much. potential. Good actors, Disney budget, and a premise that can be taken in a million interesting directions. Unfortunately, they didn’t.

It seems like every time this show has to make a narrative choice, it takes the least interesting way. The new characters are shallow and Loki doesn’t feel like himself, probably because key parts of his backstory and personality have been simply ignored for no clear reason. Motivations aren’t established where they should be, and nothing is explored in depth. Interesting ideas, themes and concepts are brought up, just to be dropped immediately and never mentioned again. Oh, and that famous queer coming out scene? Was an offhand mention of Loki having dated men at some point. It never came up again.

This is not a good show. And not even in an interesting way, where we at least have a delightful trainwreck to analyze, but in a very boring, aggressively mediocre way. It’s nice if you want to watch something without having to care about characterization, themes or a bigger overarching story, or if you are doing what the entire fandom was doing and collectively hallucinate an entire different show. Otherwise, don’t bother. Go watch Doctor Who, Legends of Tomorrow or even Ministerio del Tiempo instead. The first two are very queer. The last one isn’t, but has great time travel bureaucracy and a cool morally gray lesbian as part of its main cast.

Le Premier Jour de Paix by Elisa Beiram

Read as part of my project to read more French books by French authors, this was sold to me with the promise of it being about living in peace and how to achieve it. Also, queer. It… Wasn’t entirely wrong?

So the blurb on the back is misleading. Aureliano is where the story starts out, but the book actually follows three stories, each on a somewhat bigger scale than the previous. Aureliano is the first, and the least important one. The second is a woman whose job is to travel around and solve smaller local conflicts, the third the lead negotiator for world peace. She is in contact with an alien, who uses neopronouns, hence the book’s classification as queer.

If you want an idea of a better future, this book is not it. It is very, very bleak, set in a world ravaged by climate change, where everyone still alive is just kind of carrying on with not much hope at all and a lot of resentment for the people in the past. There is also a discussion that can be had about aliens as queer representation and the implications of humanity needing alien intervention for the conflicts to stop. 

I must admit that the aliens were quite good, world building-wise, and that the author has clearly done research into climate change, conflicts and how to solve them, and was kind enough to include a list of sources in the back. She clearly cared a lot and did the best work she could. However, it feels like she’d been trying to write a hopeful book without being able to envision a hopeful future. 

Interesting book, and I wouldn’t recommend against it. But probably also not for it.

Fanfic (2023)

Fanfic is a Polish movie about a transgender boy coming to terms with his gender. It is a movie I very much wanted to like, because we definitely could use more Eastern European queer movies. Also, I love fanfictions as much as the next Tumblr user, and this is a subculture that definitely has not been explored enough on screen. Especially in relation to queerness, the potential is enormous.

Frankly, I don’t think the filmmakers knew here what they were talking about. They missed both the fanfiction and the trans aspects.

What the main character is writing here is not fanfiction. It is called fanfiction, but lacks the connection to fandom culture or even any recognizable source material. It appears to be about a band, or it is a band AU, and all characters are very obvious self-inserts. But like, what band?! It’s never elaborated upon. The story works well this way, but if you are going to call a movie “Fanfic”, then it does need to have some insight into actual fan culture, or it is just false advertising. As to the trans aspect, it feels strongly simplified, to the point that it seems unauthentic. I am not a trans man myself, but I have been in a difficult place at the age of the characters, and as such can say with certainty that this movie does not understand the amount of pain its protagonist is in. 

First, the transition happens very quickly. He pretty much goes from “hey, boy’s clothes, I like” to cutting off his hair binding his breasts and wanting to be called a boy within a day, with no signs of him actively questioning his gender before. As I said, I’m not trans, but based on what I’ve seen on the Internet, it definitely takes longer than this. Also, what bothers me more: This seems to magically fix all of his problems immediately. He becomes visibly confident and relaxed, has no trouble insisting on people gendering him right, and stands up for a classmate when she’s being picked on by the teacher. Coming from a character who days before was seriously depressed and drowning reality in self-insert fiction and stolen pills, no, I don’t buy it. What makes me the most upset is that one scene where a classmate calls the protagonist out for being so caught up with his own issues that he’s blind to those of other people, and it is framed as a good thing. As I said, I’ve been there. To this day, I have absolutely no idea what my classmates were doing around that time, because I was caught up in my own pain and my own need to survive and simply didn’t have any mental energy left for anything else. It sucks that Tosiek couldn’t be there for his friends, but given the pain he was in? Not his fault.

I repeat. This movie is doing its best, but clearly does not fully understand the subjects it chose.

So yeah. All three of these stories had a huge potential, and absolutely failed to live up to it. They are still worth knowing about. Loki, because it was a huge fandom phenomena, the other two, because they are stories by smaller, non-anglophone creators who clearly did their best. Eventually, they failed, but the stories could still be interesting conversation starters.

Happy New Year, everyone! Here’s to more good queer media!

Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!

#yeah these three were rather disappointing #they're all in this weird grey area #where I don't want to waste time and effort recommending them #but just ignoring their existence is also wrong #Queer Media Monday #loki show #Le Premier Jour de Paix #Fanfic (2023) #2023 wrap up

[boosifer]

Oh boy howdy doody… I’ve been confounded. Quite a conundrum indeed.

So like. Important disclaimer: bitches be overthinking quite literally every interaction with someone while pretending that nothing is wrong and forgetting that they’re supposed to be taking meds for this kinda thing. It’s me, I’m bitches. All the espresso depresso thoughts were creeping in and I was wallowing instead of using the tools Brittany gave me to disperse the anxiety. My bad. Gonna try to not be overthinking as much?? Hopefully????

Back to the important crisis update: flirting was indeed happening!! Written confirmation was received on the matter and a conversation was had. This, of course, only occurred because I ignored my sister’s advice and sent the most awkward text asking if I was reading the situation wrong, naively thinking this coffee addict was asleep. ONLY TO FIND OUT. Mans was pulling an all-nighter. What a heart attack that was! But the important thing is that flirting is happening!!

It’s really fucking cute actually. We’ve been sending these pickup lines back and forth, and his are so wholesome?? Genuinely made me blush, not that I’ll ever admit it— he even made one with an asparagus pun, like ughhhhhhhh. And one of them was Bob Ross themed and it said I’m a work of art??? Like, my heart can’t handle this babe. He’s such a dork and I want to kiss him even more now, but I digress. Despite how cringey the pseudo confession text probably was, he was so sweet about it. Told me that it was up to me what this meant and how he didn’t want to put me on the spot or anything.

Like baby, please put me on the spot. Let’s talk about this, get it allll out in the open. I need dates, reasons, proof of crush, the whole works. He just seems so wonderful and I’m over here like this loser grandma who finally figured out how to socialize at the local bingo club. I’m just trying not to be too much right now. I don’t want to seem clingy or anything to freak him out, I really enjoy talking to him.

We’ve got a coffee-brunch thing planned for Monday (I totally didn’t ask off of work so I could…), so maybe we’ll talk more about it then? Kinda difficult to talk much about it in the office, so it’ll be nice to hang out one on one. Maybe it could even be labeled as a date! I’m hopeful anyways.