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ghostiiess · 1 year

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[NSB IMAGINES] - i'm the one for you...

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pov: when you find out that your boyfriend cheated on you, you go for his best friends...

warning: mention of cheating, sex talk, mention of bad words (swearing), mention of making love with another person, making out

type: angst and a little bit of comfort in the middle! some love at the end (but not enough to say it's spicy) ;)

members: sebastian moy and justin phan

words count: about 22 343 characters :)

this one was requested!! thank you! if you guys want more imagines or headcanons that are not on my masterlist, please, do not hesitate! my box is always open :)

"But you're the most beautiful girl I've ever kissed…" Justin whispered to you as he continued to put his lips on yours and his hands on your hips, crumpling the fabric of your tshirt

Let's do a recap of your story.

You and Justin met in February 2021 at the Korean BBQ restaurant. All the members were there, including him.

Him.

Justin Phan.

That guy, oh fuck… The one who made you cry tears of sadness, tears of joy, screams of joy, screams of… well, let's just say it was also screams of joy, except no one would really want to hear them..., lots of emotions ranging from anger to joy… You'd gone through all the emotions together, holding hands secretly and holding firm on the point;

"We're only friends."

That night he saw you and gave you one of his smiles. Oh boy, his smile.

You could talk about it for hours, it was so precious. It was protected as if only special people could see it, his smile was comforting as if it protected you from all attacks and insults.

You were dying to ask him for his number, to get to know him, to go on a date with him and find out his passions, some facts about him, why he was like that, his favorite place on earth and why…

But he had you beat. While he was eating, he saw you go to the cash register, probably to pay for your meal which had been barely good to be honest, and saw something from your bag fall on the floor.

This was his chance to talk to you.

-Hey, you dropped this! he said, handing you the object that was formerly on the floor.

You let out a sad little smile:

-Ooh.. Thank you.

He gave you a little smile, hoping that it would make you smile back, since you looked sad, and took a deep breath. He couldn't let go of you. He could already feel the chemistry between the two of you, and someone as pretty as you couldn't leave here without Phan having their number. Maybe this relationship wasn't going to work out, but at least he wanted to give it a shot. He had to do it.

-Did you come alone?

-Yeah. My date stood me up. I'm… I'm not having much luck with love these days.. you laughed a little nervously, as if you didn't mind seeing your love life fall to the ground

You were feeling good about him. You'd literally been standing in front of him for a minute and a half, but his vibe made you feel like you'd known him forever.

-He's a fucking moron. Who would dare to stand up a girl as attractive as you? It's their loss.

You tried not to smile too much, but you couldn't help it.

-That's nice, thanks. It cheers me up.

He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair from his nervousness.

-I'm Justin, by the way.

-Y/N.

-Pretty name for a pretty girl. It works well.

You smiled slightly and took out your phone to pay and inhaled in turn.

"Come on, do it Y/N. Anyway, this isn't the first time you've done this kind of thing, right? Come on."

-I like your name too.

-Is my name as pretty as me? he laughed softly, trying to continue the game you've been playing for a few minutes now.

You laughed instead of answering.

-I have to go back with my friends, but… if you want, we could exchange numbers or something?

You nodded and opened your messaging app so he could enter his number.

He smiled and held out his phone for you to do the same.

-There you go!

You looked at the name he had entered and saw "cute guy from the korean bbq". You looked up and saw him join his friends. He smiled at you from afar and joined the conversation, which his friends had started, as if nothing had happened.

You left the restaurant and said to yourself that you were lucky to have been alone tonight. Otherwise, you would never have lived this story with him.

Except you know that all good things must come to an end..

December 2022.

-I hope so JP… I am your girlfriend… you answered with a little smile

He gave you another smile and put his lips on yours for the umpteenth time.

-Yeah, and I'm glad you are, my love.

A knocking sounded at your boyfriend's door, which broke the kiss. You pulled yourself off his lap and watched as Justin hurriedly put his shirt back on and sat down at his gaming desk as if nothing had ever happened.

-Come on in! Justin shouted, trying not to laugh as he watched you try to straighten up his bed.

The door finally opened with Sebastian shirtless, probably coming back from the gym, and a dark gray towel over his left shoulder. He was so… hot?

"Shit, what the hell did I just do… Holy shit!" you thought.

You took a deep breath and made big eyes hoping that nobody saw you. You looked up and saw Sebastian's eyes looking you up and down. He gave you a little smile and waved his hand.

-Hi Y/N. How are you?

-Yeah! A-And you? you said, wearing a hoodie to Justin to hide your tshirt.

It was only a camisole, but still. It was pretty sexy. At least, that's what Justin said to you when he first saw you in it.

-I'm okay…? Anyway, JP! I just wanted to tell you that you have to be ready in 30 minutes, we're going to film a new video for the NSB channel.

Justin nodded and looked at you with a smile.

-Y/N, do you want to participate?

Sebastian looked back at you and smiled, waiting for your answers.

You nodded your head.

-Yeah, okay! I'll finish showing Justin my school project and we'll be right there… you lied to prove that you weren't making out five minutes ago

-Okay.. I'll leave you guys alone with your weird occupations, Seb laughed while closing Phan's door' bedroom

-Bro, you dropped out of school! Shut your fucking mouth! She just likes to show me her work, that's all!

Justin turned around and walked back to his messy bed and smiled as he ran his hand over your hair.

-That was really close to getting caught… you whispered

-That would have been sexy.

You rolled your eyes, then put your lips on his.

-I love it when you wear my clothes! he smiled softly

-They're comfortable and they smell like you.

He laughed.

-I wish I could do the same with yours, but they'd be too small for me.

-Hey! Are you saying I'm short? you asked with a smile on your lips

-Maybe…

-JUSTIN PHAN!

He laughed, then put your hands on his neck and put his head on your chest. (idk if you guys understand what i'm trying to say here lol)

-But you're my shortie.

Indeed, you and Justin had decided to keep your relationship a secret since you knew it might complicate things for the work and interviews he was doing. He also didn't want to make his relationships public because he knew he'd rather have them to himself and have them private, not be seen by the rest of the world. Besides, what's more exciting in a relationship than being secret?

-Thank you?

Still having his smile on his face, he breathed:

-Well, let's get ready.

-You know what video you guys are going to shoot? you asked as he got out of bed

-Probably a "Spill your guts or fill your guts"!

Finally ready, you walked out of Phan's room and took the stairs while smiling and wearing a sweater, that was your boyfriend's, and met Seb Moy's eyes.

-Heyy, if it isn't my best girl, Y/N! he laughed. High five?

You smiled and tried to give him one, except of course… This guy kept raising his hand higher and higher to mock you and prevent you from doing one with him.

-You missed… he laughed

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

-You're pissing me off with your 6'4.

-What do you want? That's what charms the girls!

You laughed.

-Your thing doesn't work very well. You're still single!

He smiled.

-Hey, you can only says that kind of things if you're dating someone. From I know, you're still single.

-No, I'm with J-

You stopped talking and realized what you almost said.

That was close.

-Wait, you're dating someone? Who is it? your best friend asked with one of his eyebrows raised (🤨)

You took a deep breath and laughed nervously.

-I was going to say I was with Junior, my teddy bear but now, I realize how better it was in my head.

Seb looked oddly relieved, but you couldn't really guess why.

You looked into his brown eyes.

He was so handsome. His 6'4 figure that charmed you more and more, despite you being in a relationship with his best friend. His black hair that swept across his face and his veiny hands filled with rings. His fashion style so pretty, but so messy. His smile that, every time you saw him, begged you to smile more and more with him.

You made big eyes and took a deep breath.

Twice in one day. What was wrong with you? You always thought Sebastian was attractive and he was nicer to you for the past few days and weeks, but you'd never said or meant it like that before.

It must be the stress.

-I think it's cute.

You ran your hand through your hair and avoided putting your eyes in his.

"Don't make the same mistake again, Y/N.."

Justin walked down the stairs and into the kitchen with your phone in hand and high-fived his best friend.

-Hi guys! he exclaimed while giving you a back hug. Y/N, you forgot your phone in my room. You'll need it for the video.

-Oh thanks!

He smiled at you and left to join the other members in the other room.

-Can I have a hug too? Sebastian asked

You accepted and felt his arms cover you from all worries, stress and nervousness.

You felt good.

The video was going well. Quite well, in fact. You hadn't had any questions asked yet and you were happy with that. The food looked like it would be unpleasant to eat and swallow.

-Y/N! exclaimed Regie. My friend. How about eating those little anchovies that look so fucking bad?

-No way am I going to taste that! My breath will stink.

Justin laughed.

-Yeah, let's avoid that..

He smirked at you, giving you butterflies in your stomach.

His smile was so precious.

You met your buddy Nguyen's eyes and saw him watching you with a frown as he smiled with his fist shaped hand over his mouth.

-AYOOOO?? Justin and Y/N, you want to tell us something, bruh?

-No, bro, it's just that the breath of anchovies stinks like hell. It smells like fucking death! your secret boyfriend said

-Yeah, yeah. There's definitely something going on between these two. Noooo cap!!

Regie exclaimed.

-If you don't want to have a bad breath, you're going to have to answer the question. Regie, ask the question that everyone wants to know. Let's hear the truth.. Sebastian exclaimed, looking away as if he were angry or upset

Your eyes looked at Seb's face then checked your companion.

He wetted his lips with his tongue and smiled as he caressed his eyes into yours.

-Yeah, we want to know if you have a crush on me!

-You'd like that! I laughed

Regie scrolled through his phone and gave a big smile while nodding along with the oldest member of the group.

-That question is crispy as fuck, bro!

-Ouch, she's going to have to eat the fish… laughed Kane

Darren read the question on his best friend's phone and started laughing as he walked away from the table.

-Fanfictions are coming, baby!

Regie looked at your eyes and started to read the question, then started to laugh.

-Y/N, if you could choose anyone here for a one night stand, who would it be with?

You started to look around the table, knowing very well who you were going to choose. You watched your boyfriend waiting for your answer.

-Justin.

A big hubbub ensued with shouts, screams, laughter and "oooh, I told you so!" was heard.

-Why? asked Sebastian, trying to put on a smile that looked awfully fake to you

-Um… He's the one I'm closest with.

-I'm the most sexy here, what do you want? The girls are head over heels over me.

The whole group laughed.

Now it was Sebastian's turn to answer one of your questions. You turned the table towards the acorn pudding and scrolled through the questions on Twitter.

-Sebastian Moy… Either you eat the acorn pudding or you answer my question.

He smiled nervously.

-I'm ready.

You smiled and looked into his eyes.

His brown eyes that were so deep. His eyes that you always wanted to have in yours. His eyes that…

You snapped back to reality and cleared your throat.

-I found my question… you said as an excuse. So… Uh… who are you most jealous of in the group and why?

Some "oooohhh" were heard in the room and around the table.

-Probably me, I'm the hottest one here. exclaimed Darren.

-That's some cap, bro, that's some cap! said Ryan directly.

Sebastian looked around at each member of the group, then ran his hand through his hair.

-Oh man, this is hard.

-You can eat the thing if it's too hard for you.. Oliver said smiling at him

-I'm good, thank you.

He let out another sigh, then softly said your boyfriend's name.

-Justin, probably.

The room echoed with different reactions to the youngest member's answer.

-Why? JP asked, smiling broadly

Sebastian shrugged.

-I don't know, your smile, maybe? I wish I had one that was like that too, I think.

You smiled as you listened to the reactions the other members were giving him about his smile.

Justin Phan's smile.

Was it a coincidence that in the past few weeks, Seb had been getting closer to you, that he had been showing jealousy towards you and his teammate and that he was now talking about how beautiful JP's smile was, knowing full well that it was what had charmed you in the first place?

-I like your smile, Sebastian.

Justin looked at you and gave you a tiny smile. He knew you weren't saying that to make him jealous. He was happy. He was happy that you got along so well with his best friends and that you were as close to them as he was. No matter which member was close to you, he was happy that you were friends with his. It made him happy.

-You do?

-I mean… I think everybody has a beautiful smile. Yours is soft and simple. It's like you have a communicative smile or whatever.

Justin got up from his seat and gave you a kiss on the head.

-I agree.

***

Finally Saturday night.

You rang the doorbell and hoped Justin would open the door for you.

You hadn't texted him to say you were coming, but you figured he wouldn't mind you coming to the party for about five minutes to give him something back. After all, he was always saying:

"This is like your second home. Come over whenever you want. You don't need an invitation, just come in and do whatever you want"

The door finally opened with a white-dress-shirted Sebastian wearing his smile as always and one of his black belt tied around his waist.

"Hot…"

-Hey Y/N! Come on in, come on in!

You walked in and saw the huge party that was going on in the NSB's house. It reminded you of your college days at session parties: they were boring compared to the ones your friends were doing.

-How are you doing? he asked

-Pretty tired, to be honest. How 'bout you?

-I'm okay, I guess. Tired, too, but I'm holding up okay.

You smiled softly and moved forward to give him a hug. His arms went almost immediately to your back and his head on yours.

-You smell good, he whispered.

-Thank you. So do you.

You and Sebastian have always had a strong friendship. Ever since JP introduced you to the group, you and Seb have been joking around, making fun of each other and laughing at silly things.

You took your arms off of him and saw the look of disappointment on his face.

-Wanted to party tonight? he laughed

You shrugged.

-Oh uh… I was only coming to bring Justin, his anime hoodie that he gave me two days ago. I was going to leave afterwards. I don't want to disturb.

He rolled his eyes.

-You're never disturbing us, come on! Plus, we could watch a movie together like old times! Wouldn't be exciting? he exclaimed, taking the cotton belonging to his friends in his hands

-Okay, okay.. I'll stay. But only for the movie, though! you said laughing to make him know you were kidding

The young adult laughed back at you.

-Alright! I'm going to JP's room to give him back his sweater. You go to my room and pick a movie.

You nodded and went in the opposite direction.

Sebastian's POV

I went up the stairs and knocked on my best friend Justin's door and received no answer. I knocked again, a little louder this time, and waited. Maybe he hadn't heard? It's true that the music was loud.

I heard for a few moments, then sighed.

I won't wait forever.

I opened the door and put my eyes on my best friend's hoodie before putting them on his room. My heart pounded.

What had I just seen…?

Justin looked at me and made big eyes before pulling the underwear girl off on him and getting out of bed seeing what I had in my hands. I fastly closed my eyes to avoid any traumatisation.

-Seb?! W-What are you doing? Why do you have my hoodie in my hands?

-I-I…Y/N came to bring back your hoodie, she's in my room, we're going to watch a movie together and um.. Look, I'm gonna come back later. I didn't see anything, don't worry.

Justin pulled on his pants and ran his hand through his hair.

-Why didn't you knock, you idiot?

-I did, but I got no answer, so I let myself in. I thought you were playing video games, not playing with a girl.

-Okay, well… he said while looking at the girl probably. Can you please get out of here? I-I don't want to do this anymore…

The girl sighed, swore and leaved us alone in his dark violet LED room. I opened my eyes and saw my best friend on his bed all undone trying to search a clean comfortable sweater.

-I shouldn't have done that to Y/N.

I raised an eyebrow and handed him the anime hoodie for him to wear.

-What are you talking about? You're single. Plus, I don't really care about your sex life, it just surprised me! Especially because I thought you liked Y/N, but I won't tell her anything if that's your worries. She's your best friends anyways. I don't think she'll be mad about it.

Justin sighed and jumped to his feet and spun around.

-No, that's the thing! She'll be deadass mad! And she have the right to feel this way, I shouldn't.. Fuck, I shouldn't have done this, damn it. I just ruined everything.

I nodded and left him alone in his thoughts.

-Well, I'm going to be in my room with Y/N. If you need something or just want to talk about it, you know where you can find me.

Justin nodded and sighed:

-You love her, don't you?

I blushed a little and laughed nervously:

-What?

-Yes or no?

-What does it matter if I love her or not?

-Take care of her, Seb, just... take care of her.

Back to the normal POV :)

-And that's why I'd like to apologize because… I don't know, I was a jerk for doing this, but I promise I won't do it again… I just wanted you to know that… You would have known anyway, Seb doesn't really hold his tongue sometimes, but.. I had to tell you, because it would have been even more disrespectful if I had kept it to myself.

Your heart was beating really hard, harder than the music playing in the main room.

You thought he was loyal.

Justin Phan had just let you know that he had just been caught, by Seb, doing it with another girl than you. You've never had a problem with him talking to other girls, but like any secret, public or normal relationship, there's really no justifiable excuse for this, at least, that was for you and Justin's one.

You felt tears in my eyes and sighed.

-Yeah, it's good that you won't do it again. That'll help you keep your next relationship. you said as you left his room.

-Y/N, wait! I never meant to hurt you, it's just that… It was just one night stands!

You sighed.

-Oh yeah? One-night stands that you've been secretly flirting with for almost a year? Is that why you didn't want to make it public? Because, with your celebrity status that might have made her find out we were a couple? Was this your idea? That we make it secret so that we can fuck in secret and you can fuck her on Saturday Nights?

-I… It didn't sound like that in my head.

-Justin, I trusted you.

-Y/N, I'm so sorry. I promise I'm not gonna do that again. We can give it another shot! I have regrets like you wouldn't believe. I care so fucking much about you, that's why I told you.

I sniffed.

-Justin, you told me because your best friend caught you doing it.

I opened the door to Sebastian's room and locked it. I went to his arms and started tearing up.

-Hey, hey... Y/N, are you okay?

-Justin and I just broke up, I whispered into his ear

-Broke up? Y-You were a thing…? asked Seb.

-We were a thing, yeah.

Sebastian put his arms around my back and started making circles on it.

Fuck.

***

It had already been three and a half months, almost four, since we broke up. It still hurt a little to see Justin around, but let's just say I was getting better every day.

I rang the doorbell at their house and saw Sebastian, smiling in one of his hoodies that I loved to steal.

Since the breakup, Seb and I had moved beyond friendship, for sure. We were closer than ever,

-Hi! Are you ready?

-Hell yeah!

We had a ritual. Every Sunday, aka their day off, we'd watch a show, a movie, anime, whatever. We would eat and talk about everything. It was cool and relaxing.

We were watching The Notebook as I heard:

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day." (quote from the movie The Notebook, ngl, i never watched the movie, I just thought this was a good quote lol 😭)

Sebastian looked at me and paused the show and inhaled.

-I can't do this anymore.

I frowned in confusion and saw him sigh again.

-I can't stand it anymore when you keep pretending we're just friends.

My heart started to beat a little harder.

-I want more than this.

Sebastian took Yoobi in his hands, something he did when he was stressed or nervous.

-Y/N, I'm tired of pretending to be happy when you talk to me about other boys, pretending it doesn't get to me when you take Instagram pictures with them with such romantic caption and talking about me like I'm only your friend.

He fixed his eyes in mine.

-I'm tired of you not understanding that I have feelings for you, damn it.

I swallowed my saliva and felt my heart beat faster and faster.

I placed my lips on his, which were a soft comforting pink, a pink that meant "kiss me more". He accepted the kiss and put his hand in my hair. A smile came from him as he broke the gap between our mouths.

-I guess that means you feel the same way.

I smiled a little.

-You guess?

His smile stopped at his ears, leaving me to do the same.

-Well, ok... I'm sure.

He kissed me again, then whispered.

-I'm the one for you..

Hope you guys liked it!!

(NGL: this took me like super long to write it because I didn't know how to start it. However, I think it's not too bad? Lol. Let me know!)

#imagine #imagines #angst imagine #angst prompt #angst #northstarboys #north star boys #sebastianmoy #sebastian moy #seb moy #sebmoy #justinphan #justin phan #jp #comfort and angst #female reader #x reader #idk what else to put here #is it good?

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masivechaos · 2 years

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SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK

Steven Meeks x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: dancing with Meeks while listening to radio free america

Warning/content: swearing, a mention of a sex joke, fluff, my English

a.n.: 1.1k words- an au where Neil lives, he continued theater after the representation and fuck Mr. Perry, I struggle with writing long fics sorry, first time writing for my boy Meeks hope I wrote him well, title inspired by Joji song, I was away and kept this fic so I could post it in the week but my dumbass deleted a paragraph that's why I post it now.

masterlist/ dead poets society masterlist / navigation

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Meeks leaned forward and turned his head, verifying that no one was in the hallway. He walked the most silently possible and he winced when the wood cracked under his feet. The arms full of his radio, he turned around when he heard some footsteps behind him and bit his bottom lip to stop himself from letting out a sound.

“Boo!” someone whisper-yelled and Steven’s eyes widened for a second before sighing “Charlie! What are you doing?!” his jaw clenched “Could ask you the same” the dark-haired boy wiggled his eyebrows.

“I have a date with Y/n.” Charlie smirked “Ooh” Meeks rolled his eyes and grunted “Shut up. I don’t want to be seen,” he said with a low voice as he looked left and right, Charlie followed his gaze through the corridor “Calm, there’s only me. Go find your girl, I got your back” he winked.

He then left, not without making a sex joke to which Meeks only sighed. Steven took a deep breath and continued to walk. When he finally went out of the school and its gardens, he pulled out his flashlight like it could, his radio taking much place in his arms.

He reached the woods and tried not to fall, he swore as he tripped on a root “Fuck.” He stood up straight and stepped over it carefully, he bobbed his head, an owl hooting enthralling his attention. Meeks was grateful he knew the way by heart because he had to admit that the forest by night was kind of scary.

He saw a light from afar, coming from the cave. He smiled, knowing that it meant Y/n was already there. Y/n was his girlfriend of four months, she was in an all-girls school, the feminine equivalent of Welton.

They met at Neil’s theater representation, she was sitting two rows in front of him, and Meeks spent the evening looking at her from the corner of his eye when his friend wasn’t on the stage. He found her incredibly pretty, there where something about the way she laughed as her friend made a comment, the way she clapped at the end of the play and cheered when the dead poets society started to shout for Neil.

Y/n even made her way to compliment Neil’s acting. When Steven caught her eyes and she smiled softly his heart melted, Pitts looked down at him and nudge him. She then talked to the ginger boy, she was being so sweet. They quickly got along and promised each other to go out one day after Y/n gave him her phone number. Everything happening under the stare of six boys and an English teacher.

They met again during the Christmas break, a simple walk ending up in a snowball fight. They kissed on their third date, it was then February and they were hanging out, hand in hand, looking at each other, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear, biting lips to hide their blush.

Meeks had told her a lot about his friend group, they were apparently calling themselves the ‘dead poets society’ and having ‘carpe diem’ as their motto. He also told her about the cave their meetings took place. So, a few of their gatherings after she finally met his friends during one of them.

The poets liked her and were happy that Meeks found her, even if Cameron wasn’t thrilled by her presence at first thinking that a girl wasn’t really welcome in the club but they finished by getting along.

And today Meeks and Y/n had a date, after he talked about how he and Pitts succeeded to have Radio Free America for hours and hours and hours, he decided to listen to it with her.

He bent down a little to enter the cave without hitting the top, he smiled warmly as he saw her girlfriend. She was wearing one of the sweaters that he gave her. It was June and with the late spring, nights came a cold breeze. She got up, happy to find Meeks, but her head banged against the ceiling “Ow…” she chuckled as she rubbed her hair.

He came next to her quickly “Are you okay?” he asked a little worried, she nodded “Yeah, don’t worry.” She grinned and placed her lips against his for a small peck. “Hello pretty boy” she bit her lip, and he pulled her in another kiss “Hello pretty girl,” he said back.

“So?” Y/n asked, she tilted her head in direction of the radio he left on the ground earlier. With the biggest smile she ever saw, he set up the radio and handed her some headphones, and placed the others on his own head.

Meeks held out his hand for her and kept her close “Ready to dance?” he smirked. She smiled softly at him and wrapped her arms around his neck before capturing his lips in a lovely kiss, they swung their hips to the slow beat of the music. He placed his hands on her waist “Still don’t know how you managed to create this” she said impressed.

He laughed lightly “It’s not so complicated, it’s just time” she ran a hand through his hair “Just accept that you’re a genius lovely.” A bright red crept on Meeks’ cheeks at the compliment and Y/n chuckled at his flustered state.

The music changed to a more dancing song. They pulled away, a hand still locked with the others, and tapped their feet to the beat while singing the small number of lyrics they knew. Meeks brought her back against him and twirled her around.

They were all smiley, there was nothing around them, just two lovers enjoying each other presence during a night when they sneaked out. They were in their own world where nothing mattered, where they didn’t have to break rules, and met more than twice a month.

“I love you” Meeks blurted out, Y/n stopped at his words “What?” she couldn’t believe what he just said. She was so scared to say those three words, worried he didn’t feel the same, that he liked her and didn’t love her.

“I love you, Y/n,” he said again and cupped her cheeks, she swore she could cry. No one ever said something like that to her, she had friends but she sometimes felt like she didn’t really matter to them. She needed to hear these words, she needed to feel love.

She leaned in his touch “I love you too” she smiled softly and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and they then started to swing back and forth, letting themselves carried by the music.

She pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, Meeks’ thumbs brushed her cheekbones and he kissed her forehead before smiling widely. They kept on dancing for hours, unaware of the pairs of eyes spying on them.

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violencewithwings · 2 months

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February 2024 reading wrap-up

I’d like to say it was the lack of boy shenanigans that made me read a lot more this month, but that simply wouldn’t be true. I might’ve sobbed my eyes out when I found out the guy I liked was in fact in a relationship. Fun! I still like him, though...I cannot escape it.

Books read ˋ°•*⁀➷ 9

Books DNFed ˋ°•*⁀➷ 2

Five-star books ˋ°•*⁀➷ 6

The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern

February 1st, ⭐️⭐️⭐️, DNF

Ok so this book was like…SUPER disappointing? I read it expecting to love it because it just had that kind of vibe…and it was just so interesting. For one, the book had no actual chapters but instead section headings? There were no chapter numbers. Very odd. Also, the characters felt so distant. I think I read a good 60-70 pages of this book and I felt absolutely NOTHING for our two main characters. I probably would recommend this book if you like boring bored, idk

The Cruel Prince (reread) - Holly Black

February 11th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This is my second full read of this book, and I have to say, this book is a lot better read as a politically-based plot instead of a romance. Don’t get me wrong, I love the way the romance builds in this series, but it’s a lot easier to enjoy when you’re not anticipating anything happening in Jude’s love life. I read this book originally after hearing rave reviews about the romance in it, and while I’ll say those reviews were not wrong, it was frustrating to read almost the entire book with absolutely no romance whatsoever.

There is so much to love about this book. Jude is a very compelling main character, and, despite being a little insane, she’s a very lovable main character. She’s very bold and passionate, but she’s not just a one-dimensional character. It’s very easy to get into her head and understand how her brain works, and seeing the adventures she goes on is thrilling.

There’s not much in the way of major side characters for the first two thirds of this book, and I found that I actually don’t mind it. Jude is a very entertaining and interesting character on her own that she doesn’t really need supporting characters to help carry a scene.

Cardan is not a major character in this book, but I adore him at every turn anyways. Once he stops playing the antagonist, almost every line he delivers is incredible, and I absolutely love the way he speaks. The way that he and Jude banter closer to the end of the book leaves me with anticipation for what’s to come in their romance (even though I’ve already read it!) Their chemistry builds with each scene they share, and I have to say that their relationship is definitely my favorite part of the book.

The Wicked King (reread) - Holly Black

February 12th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book was as fun as I remember it being. It begins five months after the events of the last book, and Jude hasn’t found a way to get along with Cardan just yet. Seeing the two of them dance around each other and pretend their chemistry is hatred is uproariously funny, and the way that they speak to each other throughout this book is absolutely lovely to read.

But don’t be fooled, this book is not mostly romance. Jude plays her role as the true ruler of Elfhame, and while doing so, she leaves Cardan out of the loop quite a bit. The two of them fight quite a bit because of this, and while this isn’t the main conflict of the book, it fed into it quite a bit.

The number of parties in this book had me absolutely feral, and I love to see Jude and Cardan dance together. Both times they danced were unlikely circumstances, and the dance they had near the end of the book…ooh. That scene is one of my absolute favorite scenes in this entire series. The way the two of them finally (sort of) let the other in after that scene too? UGH. It makes me go insane.

This book certainly did NOT suffer from middle book syndrome, and after recently reading a book that most definitely did, I am extremely grateful. Honestly, this book might be my favorite of the three, but I’m only about a quarter of the way through Queen of Nothing, so we’ll see how I feel in a few days when I finally get around to finishing it.

The Roommate Pact - Allison Ashley

February 15th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ll be honest, this book was kind of fun trash. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good book, but there was just something about it that gave me the vibe that I was reading book junk food. The characters were fun, the trauma was well-written, and the plot was good and probably realistic for two people in their mid-thirties.

One gripe I had with it was that half the time the characters felt like teenagers, though. If I wanted to read a book about teenagers, I’d read about teenagers. It was very odd to read about an NP and a firefighter and then have them act like 16-year-olds.

Overall, it was a pretty easy read and I had a good time, so I’d say it was worth it. It was the book I read on my Kindle while I was taking baths for this month, so…🤷🏻‍♀️ it was good bath reading or something.

The Titan’s Curse - Rick Riordan

February 17th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

We’re finally back on the Percy Jackson grind! After waiting a month…because two people at the library refused to turn their books…(I kind of hate the new library policies, but I digress).

This book was just…fun! I find it interesting that despite this series following a linear and connected storyline, it doesn’t seem to have a distinct vibe. Each book I read in this series is extremely separate from the last in the terms of the feeling the world gives me, and it’s actually quite enjoyable!

This book brought a bunch of new characters into the mix and deepened our understanding of the world and the characters within it, and I really enjoyed that! It was also an extremely easy read after reading YA/NA fantasy for the past few months, so that was really nice. I was a bit horrified to look up the Heroes of Olympus after reading this and realize all of those books are between 500 and 600 pages, but we’ll leave that problem for when we get there.

Kissing Kosher - Jean Meltzer

February 18th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Honestly, this book was a huge disappointment. After how much I loved this author’s other book, The Matzah Ball, I expected to love this one too, but I just didn’t find myself as in love with the characters. It was just kinda…meh.

The Queen of Nothing (reread) - Holly Black

February 19th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book was a masterpiece from start to finish. Watching Jude weasel her way back into the kingdom and spy on her enemies was so much fun!

Of course, it wouldn’t be the final book in a fantasy series without a bit more romance. Jude and Cardan finally confessed their feelings to each other, albeit in a bit of a roundabout way at first. The rising romantic tension between the two of them throughout this book was definitely the best part of it. I especially enjoyed watching Jude’s feelings for Cardan snowball as she realized how much she really loved him.

The entire main plot of this book was AMAZING. I really appreciated the way Cardan finally proved himself as king in the latter half of the book, and I loved watching him grow in his confidence over the throne. he and Jude both seemed to grow into their roles quite a bit more in this book as well as proving themselves as spies.

Overall, I don’t really think any review I could write could do this book justice. I think it is probably my favorite book in the entire series, though the second book is a CLOSE second.

The Battle of the Labyrinth - Rick Riordan

February 21st, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

SO much happened in this book, and despite the fact that not as much happened plot-wise as I expected, it was a great read. Some of my favorite characters from past books were brought back for this book’s quest, and so much happened between the characters in this book.

One thing I was super excited about in this book is that Percy and Annabeth’s relationship is finally going somewhere. I love how slow this slow-burn is, but I can’t wait to see Percy finally realize how he feels about her.

One thing I have to say about this series is that while it deals with dark themes, it doesn’t feel nearly as dark and creepy as HP did when I got to book five (sorry, HP lovers! That series got creepy after book four!) and I really appreciated that. Nothing about this book was creepy enough for me to want to put it down, and that was refreshing.

The Last Olympian - Rick Riordan

February 22nd, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I definitely didn’t read this in one night. I swear. It totally didn’t happe-

This book was a completely different experience from the other four. It was essentially one big battle, and usually I don’t like reading battles, but this one was exciting to read. It brought back ALL the characters, liked or not, and it was so much fun.

We got to meet quite a few of the gods in this book, and that was fun. We also got a Hades cameo, which was awesome after not seeing him for…what…four books? Three? I don’t even remember anymore. We also got a lot more about little Nico, and I love him, so that was very enjoyable for me.

Percy and Annabeth finally got together!!!!! Yippee!!!!

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THAT’S IT????

BYE

Eyyyy I did it! I actually read a bunch of books this month! I'm actually currently in the middle of reading three other books...and once The Prisoner's Throne shows up, I'll CERTAINLY be reading that. I have spring break in two weeks, so hopefully I'll read quite a bit more then, too. Happy leap day and see you next month!

#the night circus #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #the titan’s curse #the battle of the labyrinth #the last olympian #book reviews

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hogwartsalumni08-slytherin · 1 year

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Baby Sister

Dean's POV

It was shortly after Dad died that me and Sam get a phone call from an unknown number on one of dad's cell phones. I pick up the phone.

Me: Hello. Who is this?

Unknown: Hello, this is Holly. I am looking for John Winchester. Who is this?

Me: Hello, Holly. I am Dean Winchester.

Holly: Oh! John's oldest son. Well, I guess it is alright if I tell you this.

Me: What?

Holly: You have a baby sister.

Me: I don't know how to tell you this, but Dad just died.

Holly: (crying) I am so sorry I bothered you.

Me: Don't cry, Holly. I am with my little brother, Sam. We would love to meet our little sister.

Holly: Okay. I will text you my coordinates to this cell phone.

Me: Alright sounds good. See ya soon.

Holly: See y'all soon.

After I hung up the phone, Sam looks so confused. I am now forty-one and Sam is now thirty-seven. I say, "We have another half-sibling. Holly, the mother, just called. She said a baby sister. So, who knows how old the baby girl is." Sam asks, "Are we going to meet Holly and the baby girl?" I nod and say, "Holly said she would send her coordinates to this cell phone." The phone beeps and I read the text out loud, "32.4640deg N, 86.4597deg W." Sam looks up the coordinates on his iPhone; and, says, "She is in Prattville, Alabama. What was dad doing there?" I groan and say, "About a year ago, Dad went to this small town in Alabama to fight off civil war ghosts right before I got you at Stanford." Sam says, "Alright let's go." I start up the Impala and blare Wild Eyed Southern Boys by 38 Special on the radio.

It's a hot night at the juke joint

And the band's pumpin' rhythm and blues

Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight

Gonna make some front page news

And the ladies hate the violence

Still they never seem to look away

'Cause they love those

Wild eyed southern boys

Wild eyed boys

Wild eyed southern boys

It's a southern point of honor

You gotta get right in on the action

You can hear the outlaws holler

Fightin' for the lady in black

And she's just one in a million

But she's all I need tonight

'Cause she loves those

Wild eyed southern boys

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Ooh yeah

Wild eyed boys

A man of wealth and power

Is out on the dance hall floor

He's got a champagne Eldorado

Parked outside the door

And he's looking for a honky tonk angel

But he don't stand a chance in hell

'Cause he ain't no

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Sam's POV:

I cannot believe that Dad has another child. Dean and I already have a half-brother, Adam, that is thirty-one now. Dad apparently doesn't understand the concept of condoms. Oh well, I guess it is all good.

Holly's POV:

I have been a nervous wreck over the past year. I lost my virginity in a one-night stand to John Winchester. I was devastated when he had to leave my hometown. He told me all about hunting the supernatural. I wanted to go with him, but he insisted on me staying here to have a normal life. About a month after he left, I missed my period. I found out that I was pregnant. I didn't let John know at the time. I was thirty years old when I lost my virginity. I wish I told him now. I know that John's sons are older than me. John and I had a age gap relationship that was short lived.

I am thirty-one now almost thirty-two. I had a beautiful baby girl that was born on November 14th, 2021, that I named Ivy Winchester. I have been taking care of her on my own since then. It is now February 15th, 2022. Ivy is three months old. I am going to be thirty-two next month.

After I put Ivy in her crib for her nap, I hear a knock on my front door. I look down in the crib and see that Ivy is already asleep. I smile and walk to the front door. I answer the door. I see a man that is about six foot one and another man that is six foot four probably. I say, "Hello. May I help you?" The shorter man says, "I am Dean Winchester, and this is my little brother, Sam. Are you Holly?" I say, "Oh hello Dean and Sam. Yeah, I am Holly. Please come in. I just put down Ivy for her nap. But y'all come in and I will make y'all some coffee or tea. Sorry I don't have any alcohol in the house." Sam smiles and says, "Thanks, Holly."

I lead them into the living room and they both sit down on my retro orange armchairs, so I sit down on my green Lazy Boy sofa. Dean asks, "So, Holly how old are you?" I blush and say, "I am thirty-one. I will be thirty-two on March 2nd." Sam says, "Happy early birthday." I say, "Thank you, Sam."

Dean's eyes widen and he asks, "So what happened between you and our dad?" I say, "He was here for almost two months hunting the civil war ghosts. We dated while he was here. Yeah, John told me all about hunting the supernatural, what happened to y'all's mom (sorry about that by the way), and about y'all. Obviously, he didn't tell you about me. I gave him my virginity. He left shortly after that. I wanted to come with him, but he wanted me to have a normal life. I fell in love with your father. I am not sure how he felt about me. No one could ever replace y'all's mother obviously."

Sam asks, "How old is Ivy?" I say, "Ivy is three months old. She was born on November 14th." Dean says, "I am sure Dad loved you in his own way. He hasn't stayed with someone that long since Mom died." I nod and say, "Yeah he said that he wasn't into the whole relationship thing since Mary died." I hear a cry from the other room. Dean says, "I will get her." I smile and say, "She is in the room fourth door on the right." Dean walks down my hallway to get his baby sister. I see Sam smiling. So, I look up to see Dean is holding Ivy perfectly. I smile and say, "Ivy must like you, Dean. She doesn't let everyone hold her." Dean smiles. Sam takes Ivy from Dean. I say, "Sam, Ivy looks a lot like you." Dean smiles and says, "Yeah they both look like dad." I nod in agreement and say, "Yeah they both have John's brown hair and hazel eyes."

Dean says, "You and Ivy must come with us. We have a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, that will provide better protection. Who knows if Yellow Eyes might be after you since you were with bunker has all the proper paintings on the walls to prevent demons from coming inside." I nod and say, "Let's go." After that, Ivy and I lived with Dean and Sam. I learned how to hunt the supernatural and we raised Ivy to do the same thing. Dean got married to Castiel; and Sam got married to Eileen. I got married to another hunter named, Garth, that is the same age as Sam. We continue to hunt the supernatural. It wasn't the apple pie life (or what John called "normal"), but it was as close as we were going to get.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #original characters #john Winchester x original female character #age gap relationship #Winchester half sister #Castiel #eileen leahy #garth fitzgerald iv

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conelradiation · 1 year

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years

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happy Femalash February everyone! Mal/Evie, bonding over clothes, ~2k. Some making out but nothing too explicit. *

Evie drops a pile of flimsy plastic shopping bags on the bed. There’s so many of them that one tips over immediately onto Mal’s book, spilling out a pile of silky fabric and tiny packages of multicolored sequins.

Mal nudges the sequins back with her pencil. She is a force of evil and chaos in the world, and she does not wear glitter. “Welcome back, princess,” she drawls, showing the pile back into the bag and off her book. “Big haul today?”

Evie sighs, dropping the last of the bags on the desk where she keeps her sewing machine.. “Like you wouldn’t believe, Mal.” she says, voice all dreamy, like she only gets when she’s been around lots of fabric for a while. It’s okay, Mal can handle being Evie’s second favorite thing sometimes. “There were stores with new clean bolts of fabric everywhere, and I knew they existed, but seeing them in person was just-- oh, it was a dream.”

“Found everything, I take it?”

Evie starts rummaging through her purse. “Yes. Premade things too, but I’m sure you’ll be doing some work on those.”

Mal would never say it out loud, but every time Evie asks her to paint on one of her designs, her heart actually skips a beat. “Show me your designs and I’ll see what I can do,” she says casually. Cool, that’s her. “I’ll give those new oil paints a spin, see what they can do.”

“You’ll do amazing, you always do. And oh, speaking of your part--” Evie says, pulling something small and heavy out of her purse. Mal can’t get a good glimpse of what it is, but it’s small enough for Evie to conceal completely in her palm, and it’s heavy enough that she’s weighing it a bit in her palm as she’s holding it. A gem, maybe? “I brought you a present.”

Evie tosses the object, and Mal catches it in both hands before she can think to avoid it. Ouch. She opens her clasped hands to unveil a tiny pair of scissors, small enough to conceal in her pocket, and made of something shiny and greenish that doesn’t feel like the standard steel blades of Evie’s other sewing scissors.

The spot on her hand is only bleeding a little bit, so Mal licks at the drip, and opens the blades to test them further. She’s already bleeding, it’s no big deal.

Ooh. These scissors have a bite to them.. That’s going to hurt if she needs to cut someone, and the fact that they seem to want to fold all the way out into a single blade is beautiful too, almost as clever and perfect as Evie herself. Mal resists the urge to taste the blade. She has some self control here, and it would be monumentally stupid to put a blade she’s already cut herself on twice up to her mouth.

The skin just below Mal’s lower lip stings slightly from the touch, but the sweet taste of the metal is worth it. “Not too blunt. Nice.”

“I knew you’d like,” Evie says, and tosses a bundle of fabric at Mal’s head. “There’s a bunch of your things in the yellow bag, you can go through them after you’ve looked at this.”

“Oof.” Mal says, catching the bundle, which immediately starts to unroll. The fabric is luxuriously soft, but it’s not what she’s paying the most attention to right now. It’s more fun to bother Evie. “Who’s got the big blue one there?” Mal asks, pointing to the bag.

Evie looks up from where she’s already sorting through her piles. “That’s not yours, babe. It’s for the boys. There’s a note that Jay and I found when we were going through Fairy Godmother’s records. They don’t think we came with enough things, especially the boys. They had a flyer from the child neglect people stapled to it and everything. That’s why I got to go out today. This wasn’t exactly a fun trip to spend all the funds we’ve made from doing a few magical haircuts.”

“The money--”

“Is pity cash, yes. I got prince Ben to give me access to one of the royal expense cards. Did you know they have a fund set up for this? Just for making sure we have things. He wanted to buy us cell phones, you know.”

Mal’s phone was stolen from one of the children in town who was stupid enough to leave it unattended in their pocket while the boys were around. “We have phones.”

“I know that,” Evie says, “Ben wanted to buy us ones that we didn’t have to steal and wipe first.”

“He knows about that?”

“No. He wanted to make sure we have them, though. Apparently they’re, ah.” Evie makes a pained face and lifts her delicate fingers into air quotes. “Essential to the teenage Auradon experience.”

“Weird. And he doesn’t care that we already stole some?”

Evie arches an eyebrow. “You think I told him how we acquired them?” she asks. “Babe, come on. Ben is a very nice prince and all, but he’s not one of us.” Evie pauses, just for a moment. “Anyway, you really should go though that pile I gave you. It’s mine. You should admire my genius in finding it.”

Right. Mal turns her attention downwards, to the soft fabric she’s been holding this whole time.

It’s so soft. Unbelievably, luxuriously soft. The fabric is ever so slightly plush, and cleaner than anything that Mal should ever be allowed to touch. It’s a blue so dark it’s nearly black, and there’s just the slightest bit of shimmer to it. When Mal unrolls it all the way, the fabric reveals itself to be a dress, short and shimmery, with glass beads sewn into the neckline in a pattern that looks like the stars themselves are falling down the chest.

It’s going to look incredible on Evie.

“It’s nice, right?” Evie says, beaming at Mal. “I’m going to wear it with my fishnet tights, I think. Maybe the silver boots, do you think they’d be cute?”

Evie’s going to look incredible no matter what she wears with the dress, but Mal is already weak for the silver boots and the way they make Evie’s ass look somehow even better than usual. “It’ll look amazing on you,” Mal croaks, mouth gone dry from imagining it. Evie, in all of her beautiful glory, wearing this dress and those tights that she had that are more hole than tight, curled up over Mal in the bed they’ve been sharing…

“Earth to Mal,” Evie calls, sounding absolutely fucking delighted with herself. “It’s a nice dress, and you know where it’ll look even nicer?”

“Unzipped and in my bed?” Mal manages, through the wave of pure lust that’s taken over her rational thinking (not that Evie would say she’s ever a very rational thinker, but the point still stands).

“I was going to say on my body, but I think I like your version better,” Evie says, and leans over to drop a perfect kiss on Mal’s forehead.

Oh.

Mal tilts her head up so that Evie can reach her lips. “Princess,” she growls, letting the word catch in her throat. “Eves. Hey.”

Evie leans back, eyes sparking as she looks at Mal. “Hey,” she says, her red, red lips curving up into a wicked smile. “I think there’s something on your face, Mally.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s right--” Evie leans in, cupping Mal’s cheek in her hand as she does so. The edges of her nails, painted bright royal blue and gold today, just barely skim the underside of Mal’s jaw as she finishes the motion and tips Mal’s head up that final fraction of an inch. “Here.” she breathes, and kisses Mal squarely on the lips.

It’s a good fucking kiss. Warm and firm and just enough tongue, licking at the seam of Mal’s lips, to leave her wanting more. Mal sits up a little bit taller, pressing closer to Evie’s warmth. It’s a bit of an odd angle, but she uncurls a leg without breaking the kiss, and tangles it around until it’s draped around the backs of Evie’s thighs where she’s kneeling over her on the bed.

“Hey there, princess,” Mal manages before she just has to kiss Evie again, deeper, with a firm bite of her sharp teeth into the rich curve of Evie’s lower lip. Mm, Mal could stay here forever. Wants to, even, so long as Evie doesn’t stop kissing her.

“Hey yourself,” Evie murmurs, pulling back to break the kiss, breath hot against Mal’s open mouth, her lips, her tongue where they’re still sharing air. “I thought you were still studying, babe.”

“Fuck studying,” says Mal, with an unsurprising vehamance. Dragon anatomy 101 can go study itself for all she cares. “I’d much rather be studying you anyway.”

Evie giggles at that, and shifts on the bed until she’s kneeling comfortably with her legs tucked to either side of Mal’s body. “I don’t think my anatomy is going to help you remember all the parts of a Frabjous wing, babe.” she says, craning her neck just a bit to glance at the marked page in Mal’s book. “And I’m supposed to be working on new clothing for the poor, unfashionable citizens of Auradon.”

“A dire mission,” Mal agrees, running a hand through Evie’s hair and leaning down to kiss her again. The waxy taste of her lipstick is fainter now that Mal’s spent some important time sucking it off, but somehow there’s still only a single smudge out of place. “It may be too late for some of them. They’ll have to be exiled for their fashion crimes.”

“Mm,” Evie agrees, licking into Mal’s mouth on the second pass. “Too late indeed. That faux-fur coat I saw Marta looking at last week is a tragedy beyond belief, and do you know what was in the mailroom the other day?”

“Was it a mysteriously misplaced box that used to contain a faux-fur fashion disaster?”

“Why, I do believe it was!” Evie cries. “It was irreparably damaged during shipping, naturally. There’s a real issue lately with importing goods to Auradon, I hear.”

“You know, I heard that too,” Mal agrees. “It’s crazy how some of those imported goods just find their ways to places they don’t belong.”

“Mhm” Evie hums, biting her way along the side of Mal’s neck in quick, sharp little nips. “I heard that too.”

“But you know what does belong?” Mal says, between the sharp breaths that Evie is pulling out from deep in her chest.

Evie pulls back. Mal breathes deeply, and it’s so much less comfortable than when she’s gasping for more that she almost wants to cry.

“Is it my hands on your ass right now?” Evie asks dryly, lips quirked up into a blood-red smile.

“It is!” Mal agrees, moving her hands to get a little ass action herself. Mm, skirts are a pain in the ass to wear, but so good to get under. “I think there could stand to be a couple more clothes in your piles, d’you think?”

“I suppose I could be convinced,” Evie says, holding back a grin. “If you’re going to be the first contribution, that is.”

“Oh, I’m already there.” Mal says, and tosses her shirt off. An excellent first contribution to the pile if she does say so herself. “Just in the interests of fashion, you know.”

“Oh, naturally. Let me just add my tights there, they could use some time in the pile, just for variety’s sake.”

“If it’s for the better interests of fashion, I’d better take a really close look at what those tights were hiding. Get the full comparison, really taste the differences.” Mal says, pulling Evie up to where she’s already sprawled out across their bed.

“You’re not subtle at all babe,” Evie sighs, and moves to straddle Mal’s shoulders. “I should hold out for a better line. Make you really work for it.”

Mal’s lines are amazing, much like her skills at technology. They give others around her something to be amazed at. With technology it’s usually amazement if she doesn’t blow the thing up within five minutes of touching it. With girls, well.

It’ll be amazing if she ever fails to convince Evie to make out with her.

#my fic #malvie #descendants #evie grimhilde #mal bertha #found this lost in my documents today!!!#happy February everyone it’s cold and damp but at least there’s fic

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cookiescraze · 2 years

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Calycanthus Floridus

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, Cold!Taehyung, College au, Taehyung-centric

"Bonjour!" She greeted him loudly, startling the boy with a sudden voice, causing him to drop his Flat and Rondel Chisel on the ground, only to create an ear-splitting noise as the metal clashed with tiles of the floor.

Wincing at the noise, he turned around to face the source of disturbance that had fortunately blessed him with her presence that morning. Coming face to face with a bright smile plastered onto the girls face, he rolled his eyes, already tired of the cheery nature of the girl. However, she paid no attention to the annoyance on his face, as she took a neighbouring seat, plopping onto the wooden chair as she dropped her canvas tote bag on the floor, messily brushing a stray strand of her hair away from her face.

Y/n was a girl that stood out, her radiant smile being a huge contrast to the frowns, broke college students often find them acquainted with. Sure, she wore the simplest clothes - an oversized buttoned-up red and black flannel with wide-legged jeans stained with bright colours of paint for today - but the bright smile that had found a permanent residency on her face was what intrigued everyone, a smile that was so pure and innocent like she didn't have a single worry in her life.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was someone who had hardly ever smiled. His wavy yet fluffy hair covered most of his eyes, a scowl prominent whenever someone had tried to approach him. Always sitting in the corner of the lecture hall, he found himself ignored by the majority of the school body, pleased at the lack of interaction.

However, as much as he tried, he couldn't shake off one - very energetic - girl, who had made it her personal challenge to befriend (or more as hinted by her many times in the past) him. Each glare he sent was returned with a cheeky grin, annoying him to no bounds. It was like her feelings were protected by an unbreakable barrier that no scowl or frown could hurt. Ultimately, he realised, it was best if he just ignored her. Ever since, every cheerful greeting, every annoying smile that sent his way was ignored, almost like she didn't exist. Unfortunately, it was hard to get rid of his seat partner, especially when she didn't seem too bothered by the lack of responses.

"Ooh, your sculpture is coming along very well! I love the layers. You know, I think you'll get one of the best grades, and I'll be there to cheer you on the loudest."

"Are you going to confess again?" His voice was deep and monotonous, a tint of exasperation laced in the tone of his words, as he reached down for his tool, in a tired manner.

"Please… the last time I confessed, you told me to prove it to you - and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Just wait." The teasing tone was so prominent, he sighed in dreadful anticipation at what she had for him, trying to ignore the red blush that was threatening to cover his face at her words.

"Ahem," He cleared his throat awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to that, rubbing the crook of his neck before continuing with his sculpture. "Shouldn't you be worried about yours? A lot of big art companies are coming to the May showcase."

"I've decided to do the showcase tomorrow since it gives me a better chance at getting that internship at JungArts, they are sending people tonight and not during May. "

National University of Arts was the prestigious school to attend, with children all over the world competing for a spot here. With the world-class facilities and famous professors, this University was a dream school for anyone looking into Arts. However, what everyone looked forward to was the two annual showcases in February and May. With individuals from different companies coming, it was a gold mine of career opportunities in the creative industry. It was what every student was working towards, putting their utmost effort and precious time to impress the visitors.

"Will you come to tomorrow's showcase?" Her question was ignored, causing her to wear a playful pout as she whined at his cold behaviour. "Taehyung!" She dragged out, leaning her entire body weight onto his shoulder, as he desperately tried to ignore her. "I want you to see something special."

At his nonchalant behaviour, Y/n inhaled deeply, before muttering, "If you come tomorrow, I won't annoy you anymore."

Desperate situation calls for desperate measures.

Regardless, her last sentence had caught his attention as he turned his head to face her with a shocked expression, a sliver of disappointment running through his mind.

"What?" He muttered.

"I mean it. After tomorrow, if you don't want me to bother you again, I won't."

Reluctantly nodding, he returned to his work, despondency tangible in his expression. However, Y/n remained to stare at his face, a dreamy smile present on her face, irking Taehyung, while his heart skipped a beat.

"Do your work." He muttered, desperate to save his heart from failing, awkward under her deep gaze.

"I'll do it after the session. I'm here to stare at your beautiful, handsome, well-proportioned face."

His face reddened at her words, making him tremendously flustered. He always wondered how she could just say things like that, not even caring about how the other person would react. He wiped his sweat with his left hand, the other hand continuing his ministrations as he pretended to not be affected by her words, unknowingly smearing clay on his cheekbones. Widening her eyes, Y/n quickly got a wet wipe out of her bag before leaning over to wipe the clay, her soft fingers making contact with his face in a caring manner. Choking on his own spit, he coughed at her actions, shock present on his face as the size of his eyes doubled.

"You know what, let's k-keep a distance." He stuttered, too flustered by her, to even think about anything, causing her to let out a chuckling, a teasing glint in her eyes as she begrudgingly agreed

***

To Y/n, the showcase was really important, and not only because this is the only time her favourite company was going to send someone, but also due to a certain someone. For Y/n, this was her last chance. Which was why she was up at 3 am, in her pyjamas kneeling in front of a 150x199cm wooden canvas, in the art building. It was a big canvas, the biggest she could find in all the art supply stores within a 30km radius. She knows it didn't have to be big to impress someone as long as it comes from the heart, but her mother's words had kept constantly ringing in her head.

'Hard work is the sweetest gift you can give someone.'

Art was always something she didn't mind spending timeless hours on. Now, she had a reason to do so, transforming every treacherous minute into something beautiful, something that had a purpose. Her fingers were blue and bruised, wrist aching with every movement, but that did hinder her work, determination was palpable in her movement, softly yet expertly tying the red piece of string intricately around the piece of metal. Imprints filled her arms as she reached out to the centre of the piece, without damaging the other parts. However, to be honest, she didn't mind it, she didn't mind the blood she shed due to her carelessness, nor did she care about eyebags that were starting to form under her eyes. She loved every minute, anticipating the reaction when he sees this.

***

"I don't understand why you have to do this." He whined, portraying faux annoyance at her actions.

"Just wait… ignore the blindfold for a minute." She giddily said, pushing him through the crowd towards her painting that hung gloriously on the wall, earning stares from the crowd.

As he stood in front of the painting, oblivious to the masterpiece on the wall, Y/n exhaled a shaky breath, palms sweating nervously, as she slowly untied the knot, before pausing, worry laced in her voice.

"Remember, if you don't like it, don't say anything mean about it. It-it means a lot to me." She slowly dropped the thin piece of cloth, anxiously gazing at his reaction

As he took in the painting in front of him, he swallowed his snark comment, mouth hung open in shock and amazement. In front of him was one of the biggest paintings he had ever seen, thousands of iron nails nailed onto the wooden canvas linked with a delicate piece of thread to create a beautiful intricate design. It was a black and white image of a wildfire, destruction so tragically yet beautifully presented in the back. However, what stood out was the bundles of California allspice, the bright red colour a huge contrast to the monochrome background. It was as if it was the only life present, surviving the destruction, ignoring the ruination behind it. His eyes schemed through the painting, awestruck by the detail and effort put into the piece. His eyes caught the white piece of paper in the corner of the paper, indicating the title of the piece.

'You'

All wishes come true

Everything will be alright even when facing a difficult situation

"You did this for me?" He question, his voice soft with shock and disbelief.

"Yeah… that's your birth flower because that is how you are to me… the only beautiful thing in a world of chaos."

Her words struck something in him, tears threatening to pool around his eyes. He looked into her eyes, adoration discernible in his stare. He was about to open his mouth, when someone interrupted him, calling her to present.

"Stay here and listen? I want you to know the meaning of this piece." She merely smiled before running off to the front, not even waiting for his response.

"Thank you all for coming here, it is a pleasure to present this in front of you all." she started, her voice confident as began presenting, masking any indication of nervousness. "As you can see, this piece is about something so beautiful surviving; whether that is from a fire or just life, it defies everything, remaining as beautiful and alluring as ever. This is my perception on life; each nail represents a hurtful past experience, but they come together to form a piece of art, to form you."

"Why is the title 'You' and not something like 'me' since it is your perception of life?" A lady in her mid-thirties questioned, critically judging the piece of work.

"For me," She gazed quickly at Taehyung, before continuing. "there is someone who brightens my monochromatic life that was filled with destruction, someone who allows me to see the beauty of the picture that life had created. Without them, life would just have been metal irons. This painting is a tribute to all those who help create the picture of life, for helping me survive. "

***

The crowd had dispersed, moving onto the next painting, as Taehyung stood rooted to his spot, eyes not leaving Y/n.

"So… did you like it? If you didn't get it, I also named it after you. I only wrote the meaning of your name since I know you don't really appreciate the attention. I hope I didn't scare you off or anything, but this is my painting is my feelings for you, my purest emotions. I wanted to prove to you that I really do-" Her nervous rambling was interrupted by him.

"Y/n… breath…" He said, concerned for her.

"Sorry," She lowered her head sheepishly before continuing. "So would it be a yes? Can I take you out, maybe go to cheesecake factory or-"

"No." Her heart dropped, tears pooling in her eyes, as she smiled in disappointment.

She did everything she could, it's time she accepted it.

"I guess I should stop bothering you then. It's fine, I can't really force you to like me. I'm sor-"

"I'm lactose intolerant. I'll take you to dinner nearby on Saturday. Wear something warm, we're going to go ice skating later."

At his words, she perked her head up, eyes widened in surprise in shock, disbelief a prominent in her expression.

"W-wait! That means- that m- you said yes?! Oh my! I didn't expect- wow!" She jumped at him, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, hugging him in excitement, making him chuckle at her reaction, softly wrapping his own arms around her waist, savouring the warmth of her body pressed against him.

"Thank you… I know I don't show this, but I really do love you." He whispered into her ears, making her lift her head to face him.

"I love you too."

#taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung ff #bangtan boys #bts ff #taehyung fanfic #bts #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you

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lottiebagley · 3 years

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Cardigan- Cedric Diggory

Vintage tee, brand new phone High heels on cobblestones When you are young, they assume you know nothing

She would never forget the very first time she spoke to Cedric Diggory. She had been sorted into Gryffindor and he had been sorted into Hufflepuff, they'd seen each other around and even shared some classes but it was February of first year by the time they ever actually spoke.

She was best friends with George Weasley, she spent every waking moment with the twins, Angelina and Lee. The whole year knew of the little group and how inseparable they truly were, they'd gained the reputation of being funny pranksters and seemed to light up every room they went in.

To Cedric though, it hadn't been the group that lit up the rooms, it had been her. Her bright smile, her loud laughter. There was something about her that Cedric found impossible to ignore and he loved it. He was in an internal battle, on one hand he desperately wanted to speak to her, to know her, to be the reason she was laughing. On the other he was an 11 year old with a crush and was nervous.

He had decided automatically he was glad to talk to her though.

It was Saturday morning and he had been minding his own business, walking through the corridors to go and meet some friends after having been up to library to finish an essay and she had ran straight into him.

"Sorry, oh my merlin, I am so sorry," She speaks quickly, bending down to pick up the papers that she had knocked from her hands

"It's no bother," He smiles politely, his stomach full of butterflies when her hand brushes his. "I'm-"

"Cedric, sorry I'm not a creep I swear, we are in the same Charms class, you sit behind me" She cuts him off, he blushes brightly at her even acknowledging his existence.

"And Herbology," He smiles

"I'm-"

"Y/N, I know," it's her turn to blush and Cedric can feel his heart flip in his chest, she opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by loud footsteps sprinting towards them

"LET'S GO Y/N! FILCH IS COMING!" Cedric isn't sure which twin it is, but they grab her hand and continue running, the girl is quick to join in turning back to shout over her shoulder

"Sorry again Cedric!" she calls, he stands dumbstruck with a look of awe in his eyes as he listens to her laughter grow faint as she rounds the corner.

Sequin smile, black lipstick Sensual politics When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Cedric doesn't work up the courage to speak to his crush again for a while. She simply isn't interested. At 11 years old she cared more for having fun with her friends, by 12 she's beginning to notice boys and sure enough she realises the Hufflepuff boy is cute but thinks nothing of it. At 13 she gets her first boyfriend, he's a Ravenclaw and her best friend hates him.

Cedric has his first kiss, he has girls that admit to fancying him and a few even catch his eye. None last though, because for every time he sees them he also sees her. Smiling and laughing with her friends and looking utterly ethereal.

It's when they're 14 that they next speak. It's their fourth year and Cedric is on his way back from quidditch practice when he hears a faint crying coming from an empty class room. Being kind to his very core he doesn't think twice about poking his head round the door to see if whoever is in there is okay. It's only the second day of the school year and he expects to find a scared first year.

His heart breaks though at the sight of her. She's crying into her hands and sniffling loudly, seeming to not even notice someone come in.

"Hi," he speaks gently, not wanting to startle her. She look up immediately and the sight twists the knife in his chest. Her eyes are puffy and red rimmed, her makeup streaking on her cheeks. She immediately pulls her hands to her face, trying to wipe her tears away with her hands.

"Hi Cedric," she tries to smile but it comes out more like a grimace

"Can I sit?" He questions softly, she nods and he sinks onto the floor next to her, his back against the wall.

"Sorry, I look all gross and snotty," she sighs, he chuckles a little

"You're beautiful," not one part of him is lying or trying to make her feel better. He truly believed her to be the most beautiful thing on the entire planet. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offers

"I-you- we don't know each other I'm not going to make you sit through all my problems,"

"Hey, I offered," He assures, gently placing a hand on her knee and giving it a little squeeze.

"You sure? it's a lot and-"

"I am certain,"

"My boyfriend, well I guess not anymore. He broke up with me because he started talking to Ella McKinley over summer and I really liked him and we've ben together for like seven months and I thought he liked me but obviously not and I can't even talk to my friends about it. Freddie and Lee would find the whole thing hysterical, not because they don't care, they just wouldn't get that it feels like I will never be good enough for anyone. Angelina is friends with Ella and I don't want to make things awkward for her. And Georgie, he's the best friend on the planet and he would do anything to make me happy but he was right the whole time and I can't bare the look of pity and he will just know that he was right but he won't say it because I am a pathetic, crying mess. Plus, Fred and George will go and try and fight him and everyone will talk about it and I just wish that I was enough cause I really liked him," She rants with tears streaming down her cheeks and Cedric wants nothing more than to take her pain and put in on himself a 1000 times before she ever has to feel it.

"Hey, you look at me," He prompts, gently moving her face from where she's staring at her lap to face him. "You are so much more than enough. You're beautiful, truly I mean that. And you are so funny and kind, I've never heard a soul speak badly of you, plus I'm in half your classes and you are at the top of all of them so clearly you are smart. Alex Mayfield is stupid for ever letting you go and I promise you he will regret it,"

She doesn't even think twice before diving into his chest to hug him, his heart warms in his chest as he holds her to him, stroking her back gently.

But I knew you Dancing in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I

"Cedric?" Her voice sounds shy, three days later as she approaches his large friend group as they all laugh and chat in the courtyard. His friends all make loud 'oohs' at the girl approaching their friend, knowing he has had a crush on her forever.

He jumps to his feet immediately, only making his friends tease him more. "Hey, is everything alright?" He asks, it's been two days since he found her crying and he hadn't seen her around since.

"Yeah, yeah everything is fine. I just wanted to say thank you for the other day," She smiles gently and his heart melts that she had seeked him out rather than just saying it in whatever class they next saw each other.

"Oh of course, it was nothing," He smiles

"Well, i just, sorry that I cried all over you and- I- well it's embarrassing and you were so sweet so thanks," she blushes madly under his gaze

"It's fine, if ever I can do anything just let me know. Or if you need someone to talk to, I'm always around,"

"Thanks, and the same to you of course," She smiles and he nods. Neither of them can pull their eyes away from each other until Fred and George, who are waiting a small distance away let out loud barks of laughter at their friend's clear crush. "Right, well I should get going, have a good day," She smiles politely before turning around. He isn't quite sure what comes over him when he calls out to her

"Wait!" she turns immediately at his shout "You, uh, wouldn't want to be partners on that new Care of Magical Creatures assignment would you?" They had been assigned it on the first day, and it was a partnered essay and research task on Mooncalf's due in at the end of the month.

"Yeah I'd love that,"

"Great, I'll meet you in the library. Could you do tomorrow night right after classes finish?"

"Yeah, I'll see you there," She agrees, blushing slightly as she turns to walk back to the twins. Both Cedric and Emily's friends immediately begin to tease them but when she turns back to look at him and catches him already staring after her neither of them seem to care.

I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby kiss it better, right

'You know, now that we have completed this ridiculously long essay we should celebrate. Hogsmeade? this Saturday?'

He had asked so casually, like it was easy. When in reality it had taken him a week to build up the nerve. She nodded, acting like her heart wasn't hammering inside her chest.

But now, as he waits at a table in the three broomsticks, he feels more anxious than he can even explain. She walks in, smiling brightly when she sees him, sat at a table with two butterbeers, and she seems so calm it puts his jittery leg at ease.

"Hey Ced,"

"Hi darling," He grins, watching her slide into the booth seat opposite him

"Am I late? Fred forced me to go to Zonko's with him, swore it'd only be two minutes but it was a lot longer," she explains

"No, I was early is all," He smiles, pushing the drink lightly in her direction

"Thanks," She grins, planning in her head to buy the next round. "So, good day so far?"

"Made better by you," he returns, he'd expected to feel awkward and nervous but in reality something about her felt so right, so natural.

"Well of course, clearly I am the highlight of your day every time you see me," She teases lightly

"Well I'm the same for you,"

"You are," She confirms. He beams at her and her heart somersaults in her chest. "How have we only just become friends this year?" She ponders

"I don't know, it feels like I have known you forever," He smiles

"Yeah it does. I guess that's just how it is with some people,"

"You know what they call those people? Soulmates," He teases and smiles a little when her cheeks flush a bright red

"If you are my soulmate Diggory, I could do a lot worse,". It was true, she felt like he could so easily be that one person she was supposed to meet. He was natural, he was charming, he was funny, he made her feel so at ease. She never had to be someone else, never had to think for a second about what she said. Cedric just got her and it was the best thing she had ever experienced.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favourite

"Ced!" She's positively beaming as she stands on Hogsmeade platform after the Christmas holiday's. Pushing her way through the crowd towards the boy and leaping into his arms, he catches her with ease, rearranging his hands a little to hold her up better, her legs wrapping around his waist. His friends pay them no mind as they walk towards the carriages knowing they will see him at dinner and he would much rather have a minute alone with her.

"What're you doing here?" he chuckles

"I missed you," she shrugs

"I missed you too, but I could have just seen you at school, you didn't have to come and pick me up from the station," He smiles at her and she blushes a little. She had spent her holiday at school with the Weasley's as Molly and Arthur were in Bulgaria with Charlie and she hadn't wanted to miss out on her friends antics.

"Yeah, but if I had done that then I would have had to wait until after the welcome back feast and it would have been ages," She explains

"Well in that case, I'm glad you came. I really missed you darling," He smiles, gently placing her back onto the ground

"I missed you too, I was actually thinking a lot when you were gone-" she admits

"That's dangerous," he teases, laughing when she gently swats his arm

"I was thinking that I think I like you, as in more than a friend. No. I know, I like you as more than a friend and I have for a while now and I just wanted you to know that I do. You don't have to like me back and if you don't then I don-"

She's cut off when he slams his lips against hers. Pulling her flush against him. He kisses her with so much passion and longing that she doesn't doubt for a second that he likes her just as much. He smirks when he pulls away and her lips chase his to press another quick peck to them.

"I like you too, I have for an embarrassingly long amount of time, I just didn't want to rush you after what happened with Alex,"

"You could never rush me, it's you," she smiles and he feels his heart leave his body and fall right into her hands.

"So, you wanna go on a real date?" he questions, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he begins to lead her towards the carriages back up to school.

"I would love that," She grins

"In that case, I will pick up tomorrow at 8," He announces, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they walk.

A friend to all is a friend to none Chase two girls, lose the one When you are young, they assume you know nothing

"I have just had the most awkward interaction of my life," She announces, walking into his dorm to find him sat at his desk. She drops onto his bed as he turns to look at her

"Hi darling," He smiles

"Hey," she grins back, eyes unable to pull away from his

"None of this romantic gooey shit, what happened?" Cedric's best friend, Justin, questions from his own desk. The pair clearly having been doing work before she arrived.

"Right," she nods, pulling her eyes away from Cedric as she tugs her Gryffindor tie off her neck and settles more comfortably on his bed. "So, i'm walking with George, Fred and Lee out of detention, planning on coming here and they were heading into town to pick up some supplies from Zonko's so we are walking, minding our own business and then out of literally no where Alex pops out,"

"As in your ex-boyfriend?" Justin question, fully immersed in her story. She glances at Cedric who's jaw is a little tight, but softens when their eyes meet.

"Yeah so he comes over and asks to talk to me, and you can imagine Lee and Fred think it's fucking hilarious and George looks ready to pummel the boy, which is nothing new he's always hated him,"

"Likes me," Cedric comments slightly cockily, he knew from the off that it was important George liked him.

"He does. So anyway, I'm like Sorry I am in a rush to meet my boyfriend, which only seems to make him want to speak to me more. So he's all like how long have you and Cedric been together and I'm like officially 2 months. And he asks like a million questions about us and then tries to invite me to Hogsmeade and I was like obviously not, at this point George hits him and then we just kinda ran away. It was just very uncomfy and awkward,"

Cedric looks like he is absolutely fuming, Justin on the other hand is laughing at the awkward situation. Cedric is, of course, glad that she immediately told him but was ready to hunt the stupid boy down and finish what George started. He stands up to do just that but stops when she grabs his hand and pulls him to sit next to her, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He sighs, his thumb stroking the back of her hand, knowing that she's asking him to leave it be.

But I knew you Playing hide-and-seek and Giving me your weekends

"Hey, do you guys know where y/n is?" Cedric questions Angelina and Lee when he sees them sat in the library

"Thought she was with you," Angelina shrugs, looking to Lee who looks equally surprised to see Cedric without his girlfriend wrapped in his arm

"She was, we were playing hide and seek but it's been like forty minutes and I can't find her,"

"She'll be in the broom cupboard next to Filch's office. She always hides there when we play," Lee comments

"Great, thanks," with a grin Cedric disappears out of the library and in the direction of Filch's office. He sends polite smiles and waves to friends he passes but doesn't stop for a chat, missing his girl's presence and wanting her back by his side.

He arrives at the cupboard, pulling the door open and stepping in. It was a deep cupboard filled with clutter and her giggle sounds through the air when he trips on a bucket, hand reaching out from the darkness to steady him.

He reaches out and pulls her into his chest, arms wrapping around her and pulling her into him.

"Found you,"

"Took your precious time," she smirks,

"It's a big castle," He reminds, pressing his lips down onto hers, she kisses back immediately, arms looping around his neck as his grip her waist, tucking slightly under the jumper she's wearing that clearly belongs to him and is too big for her, his thumb stroking gently on the skin of her hips.

She pulls away, breathless and grinning up at him and if he had thought he was in love before he was certain of it now. When she looked so pure, so beautiful, so ethereal how could he not be? the truth was he had been falling for her since first year but his five months with her made it all the more real. He wasn't just in love with an idealistic version of her he had made up in his head, it was the real her. The her that only he knew.

"Which of my friends told you?"

"You underestimate my seeking skills," He feigns offence, and she laughs at his dramatics

"It was Angelina right? The boys would never help you cheat,"

"It was. Now, given I've found you I think I am entitled to a reward, winners choice," He smirks and she grins brightly

"At what might that be?"

"Cuddles," He announces

"We need to study," she counters

"Nope, not on a weekend. Cuddle me in my dorm please. You can't say no, I found you," He grins, he knows though, that she wouldn't say no anyway.

I, I knew you Your heartbeat on the High Line Once in twenty lifetimes, I

They lay under the stars in the astronomy tower Cedric was certain that this, this very moment, was the highlight of his life. When all was said and done she would be it. She would be what made it all worth it.

"You okay?" She asks, nudging her head into his chest gently as she lay on him

"I'm perfect. Are you?" he questions, looking down at her laid on her front between his legs, arms wrapped around his waist and head on his chest

"I am," she grins, moving her head to rest her chin on his chest and look up at him "you're quiet," she comments

"I'm thinking," He returns gently, eyes holding hers and arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly too him

"and here I was thinking you were just a pretty boy," she teases, he laughs and she would swear on anything that lit up by the moonlight Cedric Diggory was a god amongst men. "So pretty boy, what are you thinking about?"

"You," he grins

"Nothing new," she jokes, he rolls his eyes but says nothing, after all she isn't wrong.

"Do you think everyone gets to feel like this?" he questions, she tilts her head to the side silently asking him to explain what he means. "I just- it sounds crazy but this feels so much bigger than just love. Like I can't even describe, it doesn't even feel once in a lifetime it feels once in a million lives. I can't put into words how I feel for you, I more than love you, I so much more than love you,"

"I so much more than love you too," She smiles, leaning up to press her lips against his, he kisses back and it's so soft and so gentle yet somehow needy and passionate all at once. Every kiss they share felt amazing but they would both swear that was the best. "And no, I don't think everyone gets this, I think we are incredibly lucky to have found each other,"

He smiles pulling her closer to him pressing a kiss to the top of her head and his heart has never been more full.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favourite

"So, tell me how your summer was?" She grins at him as they make their way down the train in search of her friend's compartment

"I was with you for most of it," He teases. They had spent the first two weeks at her house and then second two at his before she had gone to spend the final two at the burrow.

"I haven't seen you in 14 whole days Ced," she reminds

"My life is entirely boring without my favourite person," he smiles, chuckling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks. She presses a kiss to his cheek before pulling open the compartment door

"There they are, we were starting to think you were never coming," Angelina smiles, jumping up from her seat to pull her friend into a hug

"Sorry, we got caught up talking to Justin," The girl explains

"Ah, so that's what the kids are calling it," Fred jokes, laughing at the bright blush that over takes both of their faces. "Well, I was kidding but-"

"Shut up Fred!" She groans, dropping into a seat as Cedric settles down next to her, talking happily with George about their summer breaks.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleeding

Their fifth year passes insanely quickly. It's full of laughter and happiness. They don't have drama like most of their friends in relationships, they understand each other on such a level that truly there's no need to argue because no matter what the other does they understand. Understand exactly why the other has behaved in the way that they had so there was no point in getting mad.

From trips to Hogsmeade, parties, studying and evenings in the prefects bathroom they saw each other every day. Adopting each other's friends as their own. All they needed was each other and they were having a good time. They were connected at their very cores and the whole school seemed to know it.

"Okay, never have I ever lost my virginity in the prefects bathroom," Angelina smirks, the Gryffindor friends are sat around the boys dorms with bottles of fire whiskey on the final evening of term, joined as was common now, by Cedric and Justin.

Cedric sits next to her, his hand resting on her thigh and her head on his shoulder as they both blush a little before drinking.

"You told me it was in your dorm cause you were classy!" Lee exclaims, pointing at her with wide eyes.

"If you believed she was classy it's on you Lee," Fred teases, laughing loudly when she launches a pillow across the room and it hit's him with ease.

"Never have I ever said I love you just to get laid," Justin states, smirking when both Fred and Lee take sips of the drinks.

"Mum will be disappointed," George teases

"Would be, will makes it sound like you plan on telling her,"

"I'll have it up my sleeve for if I need to redirect the rath on someone else,"

"Hey, we always put it on Ron," Fred whines, the rest of the group laughing as they didn't doubt for a second that was true.

"Never have I ever skinny dipped in the black lake," George grins, the group erupting in laughter when Fred drinks

"Okay 1 it was a dare and 2 you aren't allowed to target people, in this game"

"Oh, because never have I ever accidentally grabbed the wrong person's hand wasn't targeted," George quips back.

'Cause I knew you Stepping on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain, I

"I just think that you're being stupid," she admits, she is sat cross legged on his bed as he paces his dorm

"This is something I really want to do, it means a lot to me. The money could really help my family out and I really think this is something I could excel in," Cedric explains, he isn't mad. He knew that she was only concerned because she cared and therefore he would never be mad at her for it, he also knew she loved and supported him unconditionally and that wether she agrees with him or not that wouldn't waver.

"It's reckless Ced, people die in this tournament and I just hate the idea of you doing this cause all your friends have told you how cool it'll be and something happens to you,"

"Hey, nothing will happen to me. I'm not stupid and I know my own limits, you can pull out of any round at any time and if I think I can't do it I won't stay in a dangerous situation," he assures her, sitting down next to her and taking her hands in his.

"I know, I just want you safe,"

"Darling, you don't have to worry for a second. I promised you forever and I am going to give you it," he assures her, pulling her hands to his mouth and pressing kisses on her knuckles.

"Okay. If it means a lot to you then obviously I support you, just promise me you aren't going anywhere,"

"I promise," He agrees.

And so, with his friends behind them and wrapped up in his arms, his promise of forever fresh in her mind she goes with him to drop his name into the goblet of fire, pushing away the feeling in her gut that this was the worst mistake they'd ever make.

I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy

Cedric feels his breath stop when he sees her. She looks like an angel, standing at the top of the stairs beaming down at him. The pale blue satin of her dress pooling delicately around her feet and her hair curled and pinned back.

"You look so beautiful," he smiles as she reaches for his arm at the bottom of the stairs

"So do you," She smiles, and she meant it, in his black dress robes she wonders how she's supposed to breathe when he looks so good. "Ced?"

"Yes, darling?" he looks down at her as they stand in the line with the other victors. His smile so pure and delicate and a look of adoration in his eyes, not one person looking at them would question the love he held for her.

"These heels are really high, please don't let me trip and fall and make an idiot of myself,"

"I've got you darling, I promise," he smiles, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as the doors swing open and along with the rest of the victors and their dates they parade to the dance floor.

And he did have her. They danced and he made sure she was okay the whole time. They danced the whole night, wether the song was fast or slow, they were attached in someway and staring at each other so purely and utterly in love. It was the best night of either of their lives and although they didn't say it, both of them thought as they slow danced about the day they would get to do this at their wedding.

I, I knew you Leaving like a father Running like water, I When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Cedric is panting and red from the cold water as he collapses onto the platform, having pushed her onto it first. He feels for the first time since he saw her floating lifeless at the bottom of the lake that he can breathe again as he sees her appear fine.

He blocks out the screaming crowds, his victory although exciting, nowhere near as important to him as the girl.

She however, seems utterly over the moon, pouncing on him and tackling him on the pier in the tightest hug he'd ever received.

"You did it Ced! You won!" She grins brightly, he's vaguely aware of the twins wrapping them both in towels but doesn't care. Nothing else in the world matters as he grabs her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers and the whole world floats away, and it's just her and him.

She pulls away eventually, seemingly remembering the crowd's of people watching, he doesn't care though, wrapping his arm around her as his friend's push through the crowds to congratulate him. He doesn't let go of his grip on her for even a second, he wanted her to be a part of this, without her he could never have won, seeing her lifeless and floating had triggered something in him he didn't even know existed. He'd have done whatever it took to save her.

but I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young

The day of the last trial she woke up with a gut feeling something bad was going to happen. She said nothing though, not wanting to panic Cedric.

She woke up wrapped in his arms and she almost asked him to stay in bed for just five more minutes. Just to hold her for a little while longer, looking back she would always regret not asking for that. Instead, she had sat wrapped in his duvet, watching as he got ready and listening patiently as he spoke, muttering every spell he could think of in a mindless preparation, no idea what he would actually need when he started.

She sat next to him at breakfast, holding his hand under the table in an attempt to calm him down, he was trying to act confident for his excited friends but she saw right through it. She only left his side for a brief moment all morning, to wish Harry Potter, a young boy she knew well due to her close relationship with the Weasley's, good luck.

"You should go and meet your dad to walk to the victor's area," she speaks softly, they're in an empty corridor, wanting a moment of privacy.

"You'll be down there?" he questions

"Of course I will," she assures. He nods, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers wrap around his neck. He nestles his face in her as her fingers comb gently through his hair.

"I'm scared," he whispers

"I know," she replies gently, pulling away only enough to look him in the eyes "Whatever happens, wether you come first or drop out after a minute, I am so beyond proud of you Ced,"

"Thankyou," He hums gently

"You be safe alright, you promised me forever,"

"I never break my promises," he assures her, his lips find hers in a final passionate kiss.

"I so much more than love you," she whispers against him

"I so much more than love you," he returns, pressing a quick peck to her lips, squeezing her tight one last time before letting go.

She sits next to George, her leg bouncing and hands shaking as she leans on his shoulder. She watches as he talks to his dad. It feels like the world is going in slow motion as he stands outside the entrance to the maze, eyes scanning the crowd until they fall on her. She can see from a mile away that he seems to ease slightly at the sight of her, sending her a smile before turning and entering the maze.

I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standing in my front porch light

She knew she would never forget the moment it happened. The pure joy and adrenaline, the excitement because he had won. Cedric had won. Followed by the panic, because he isn't moving and why isn't he moving? why is Harry crying and-

The world stopped. Right there. Right then. The world stops spinning on it's axis.

She would never forget the feeling of George's hands pulling her back and into his chest, refusing to let her turn and see it. See his limp body on the ground and lifeless. She'd never forget the sound of Amos's cries. She would never forget Harry's screams.

Her very world stopped.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak.

George Weasley would never forget the moment either. The ache in his chest that his friend had died. The sound of her sobs, so guttural and heart wrenching that they take over her whole body. The feeling of his best friend shaking in his arms and the pained scream that leaves her mouth.

She was vaguely aware of the feeling of George lifting her off the ground and carrying her away from the crowds. Vaguely aware of him placing her on her bed. Without thinking she moved to grab one of Cedric's jumpers from her wardrobe, crying even harder when his smell takes over her as she pulls it on, dropping to her knees unable to even stand. George drops down next to her, pulling her into his chest in a tight hug as she cries into his chest.

And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me And you'd come back to me And you'd come back

George Weasley had felt his heart drop when he had read the letter from his old head of house, a desperate plea to come to the school immediately and he had dropped everything to do just that.

His best friend was never the same after Cedric. Not even 10 years after at the age of 27. He wasn't who he used to be either, he had lost his second half. But he worried more for her. Her smile hadn't met her eyes since she was 17. He hadn't heard her laugh since she was 17.

Despite it all she never spoke to George, to anyone, about it. She left a room when he was mentioned. She refused to open up. It was clear even now he was the only thing she thought about. She refused though, to talk about him.

She hadn't dated again until she was 25, settling for a quiet boy who didn't get the chance to fall in love with her, because truly she wasn't her. She was numb, a shadow of herself and he didn't even know it.

As George pushed open the door to the prefects bathroom, he knew it would be another moment he would never forget. Like her scream, his Fred's body on the ground, like Angelina telling him we would be a father.

She was sat, fully clothed, in the large bubble bath. Silent tears streamed down her face and George could only describe the look on her face as numb.

"He proposed," She announces. George doesn't know how to react. He knew she would never fall in love again, that in reality she would never want this. Because it wasn't him.

"What did you say?"

"No," She whispers out, George lets out a sigh, he doesn't think twice as he climbs into the water next to her, ignoring that it's ruining his suit as he pulls her into him.

"George, I can't do this. He promised me forever, it was supposed to be him," She's crying into his shoulder and George knows nothing he says will take the pain away. "He was the love of my life. I didn't just love him, it was more than that. It wasn't once in a lifetime it was different it was special it was-" she cuts herself off, not knowing the words to describe it. She had never needed them before, Cedric had known without her having to say.

"I know. We all know. Everyone could see it,"

"I know what people must think. He was my high school boyfriend and I should move on but Georgie- I can't. It was him and it is him and he promised he would come back,"

"No one thinks that. You were young but the heavens know you were in love,"

"He was everything. He still is. He always will be,"

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favourite

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admiringlove · 3 years

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oikawa tōru

oikawa tōru is the sun. he is the center of all beings, and he feels as if the world revolves around him. the fangirls are the planets, circling him whenever they see him. the whole school knows oikawa, because he is the core of attention at any given time.

but you? you don't seem interested in the sun one bit. you like the ocean instead—finding the vast depths of the sea more intriguing than the deep, blue sky.

and what does oikawa want? the one thing he can't have. you.

you start noticing him more. he greets you every morning(the fangirls stare at you creepily, but you just ignore them), talks to you during lunch, and even sometimes asks you to come watch his volleyball practice.

but his expression just becomes distasteful when you decline him. why was oikawa interested in you? he had hoards of boys and girls who yearned for him more than anything else, so why you?

you notice him more—honestly, you don't mind him flying around you mindlessly like a bee. it just annoys you at how attractive he is. you don't know what his intentions are(after all, they can be ill), and you're scared.

but he doesn't give you a reason to be today.

"oikawa," you huff, "stop following me, you creep."

"b-but [y/n]-chan!!" he pouts, shoving his hands inside his pockets as he catches up to you. you roll your eyes, grunting as you say, "that was the fakest stutter ever. why do all those people in our school like your dumbass, anyway, trashykawa?"

"you sound just like iwa-chan," he murmurs under his breath as you turn a sharp right, walking into a coffee shop to do your homework. he smiles victoriously when you choose a two-seat table instead of the barstool that was free, sitting in front of you almost immediately.

"well, iwa and i share a very mutual hate for you," you joke as you give your order to the waiter who comes by. oikawa winks at the girl, giving her his order as well, "one milk-bread and chocolate milkshake please."

"and may i ask why you followed me into a coffee shop you've never been to before?" you questioned, pulling out your physics textbook as he smiles at you saying, "i like being around you, [y/n]-chan. you just never talk to me about anything."

"fine, what do you want to talk about?"

"you," he smirks, "tell me about yourself, for real this time. no jokes."

you sigh, placing your pencil down to look at his face for the first time today. this time, you actually pay attention to his features. his soft chocolate brown eyes, his slender long nose, and those pink lips. you shook yourself off when he said, "hobbies, [y/n]-chan?"

"reading," you mumble, "i like reading."

the waiter comes back with your coffee and his drink and snack, placing it in front of you as oikawa thanks her. he turns back to you, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"remind me to write down 'library date' the next time we go out," he says, leaning his elbow on the table and placing his knuckles on his cheek. you scoff, "you follow me around and call it a date. you're basically a stalker, trashykawa."

"okay, okay, fine! what if i ask you out on an actual date? we can talk about books, maybe get coffee, and- ooh! what about the movies? we can even go to tokyo if you'd like! it's not that far by train, you know," he daydreams. you scoff for the second time in that coffee shop, your eyes narrowed as you ask, "and what makes you think you can ask me out on an actual date?"

"if you haven't noticed, [y/n]-chan," oikawa shrugs, taking a sip of his chocolate milk, "i like you very much. and not as friends, god no, i wanna take you out and make you happy."

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi is closed off—according to oikawa, but you don't believe that one bit.

"oh come on, [y/n]-chan, he likes you, i swear!"

but you know better than to assume things about hajime, so you shrug oikawa off, leaving the gym to go home. you see hajime waiting for you, and you wave at him happily. he smiles, bringing a hand up awkwardly, but he puts it down as soon as he hears oikawa's voice behind you.

"iwa-chan!! guess what, [y/n]-chan's walking home with us tonight!"

hajime sighs, looking away(because this boy is as clueless as you). he shrugs, telling you two that he has something to attend to. but you know that he's probably going to overthink when he's by himself.

you and oikawa share a knowing look, as he says, "tell me everything through text when you reach home."

"haji!" you yell, running up to the boy walking ahead. his hands are stuffed into his track pants, and he turns back half-way. he gives you a half-smile, slowing his pace(but not stopping).

"haji, stop!" you grab his wrist, turning him around. he's raising an eyebrow at you, looking at you impatiently as you say, "why're you going home alone, iwa? do you not want to come with me and stupidkawa?"

"i told you to go with him, didn't i? why are you followin' me around?" he scoffs, looking away and continuing walking at his normal pace. you furrow your eyebrows, your lips slightly parted as you say, "hey, what is that supposed to mean?"

"you're always circling around him. can't you go home with him too?" he grunts. you blink rapidly, the information processing in your head as you begin to laugh.

iwaizumi looks back, his eyes narrowed and lips twisted into a scowl, "why are you laughing like a maniac?"

"because, you dumbass, you think i like that loser," you huff, walking up to him as you pant(your stomach is hurting from laughing at this point). you ruffle the ace's hair, chuckling, "i can't believe you haven't figured it out already. everyone thought i was being obvious."

"if you're implying what i think you are, i feel the same way, you know."

"is that why you were jealous of trashykawa?"

"aight, we're never talking about that ever again."

mattsukawa issei

mattsun isn't really that... interested in things. he picks something up, fiddles with it for sometime, and then throws it away.

but with his love life, everything is different. he rarely ever dates. and it's never too serious. so when his feelings for you start waltzing in, it's a first.

he hasn't felt this kind of high before. it's scary, because mattsukawa issei has never yearned for someone as much as he yearns for you. his eyes are always looking for you. and when they do land on you, an instant smile creeps onto his face.

oikawa and hanamaki always tease him, but he's learned to push past that at this point. he's brushing them off constantly, learning to ignore the "eyy" that makki lets out whenever you walk into the room.

mattsun learns to love you bit by bit. his love is the awkward stares, the panic rising in his throat as he feels that he's been smiling for way too long, the shaking his thoughts off when you snap your fingers in front of his face, or the coincidental nightly trips that he always finds himself looking forward to.

the same thing happens tonight as well.

"why do i always find you outside this convenience store at 10 pm on a saturday night?" mattsukawa chuckles, sitting down next to you on the curb. you take a spoonful of the ice-cream you're eating, and you throw him a smile, "i have a routine. you show up around the same time too, so you can't exactly ask me that question, issei."

"i know," he sits down, opening the soda bottle and gulping down its contents rather quickly.

"woah, calm down or you'll choke," you chuckle, throwing your small ice-cream cup into the trash a couple feet away. you triumphantly smile when the cup falls into the can, and turn back to face issei.

issei, who's only a couple of inches away from your face. issei, who's been in love with you ever since he can recall. issei, whom you love back with just as much intensity—if not, more.

"issei, i'm gonna do something. please don't hate me, okay?" you whisper. he nods, smiling, as he begins, "i could never hate you, baby."

you lean in, pressing your lips on his softly as he kisses you back. he's scared too, that's why he isn't holding onto you tightly or is placing too much pressure into it.

and just like that, the night of february thirteenth forever becomes embedded into your lives.

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Coming Home | PSH

genre: angst, fluff, mafia!au, dad!seonghwa

members: park seonghwa x reader, kim hongjoong, song mingi, choi jongho

warnings: swearing

06:56

“yesul-ah,” you cooed, lifting the baby out of her crib, walking her to the kitchen with bouncy steps to make her laugh, “time for breakfast!”

you placed your four-month-old baby in your arms, holding the bottle up to her lips. she started sucking as you breathed a sigh of relief, bringing a pillow for her bottle to rest on.

with your now free arm you reached across and turned the tv on. the return of superman.

“he really is a superman dad, isn’t he?” the mc said.

you rolled your eyes.

“of course,” the other mc agreed, “all dad’s are supermans.”

you quickly shut the tv back off, staring down at your daughter.

it had been four months since you found yourself alone in a hospital room, pushing out your baby girl. it was six months before that when you’d left your boyfriend with a note. he hadn’t come for you, just as you’d told him to, so you left it at that.

seonghwa was the love of your life. you were sure of that. you knew that yesul would never have a dad as you would never find someone else as great as seonghwa.

you often wondered what seonghwa would have been like as a dad. perfect, probably. he does the cleaning and the cooking and he loves children. but you moved away for your own good. or, at least, that’s what you told yourself.

but getting less than six hours of sleep every night, facing every illness and infant problem alone for the past four months, you often had to remind yourself of that.

“come on, yesul, we need to go shopping today!” you cooed, putting the bottle back on the side and carrying your baby up to her nursery.

you made sure she was burped, washed, dressed and entertained before making your own way to the bathroom and having a shower of your own.

“should mummy put make-up on today?” you asked, mostly talking to yourself.

yesul gurgled and you nodded.

“a little bit. i’m not that dirty.”

07:25

“finally,” you said, shutting the door behind you, “we’re out. and we’re going to the supermarket!”

yesul giggled, waving her arms about as you pushed her stroller down the street.

“let’s go,” you whispered so she could still hear your voice as you walked into the supermarket.

you walked up and down the aisles, throwing your shopping into the underneath part of your babies stroller as you went around.

suddenly, yesul let out a loud whine.

you frowned, mimicking her facial expression, “what? what is it?”

you stopped by the side of the aisle, pulling your baby out the stroller and cuddling her to your chest, bouncing her.

“y/n?”

your heard flicked up in front of you, before immediately flicking back down.

“y/n... is that you?” hongjoong asked.

you looked up at him before laughing nervously, “me?”

“yeah. y/n, is that...”

“sorry, that’s not me,” you said, feigning innocence, “my name’s not y/n. if you’ll excuse me, this one’s being a bit fussy.”

you placed yesul back in her stroller, walking out the aisle to avoid the leader of the mafia group your ex-boyfriend worked for.

but he wasn’t stupid. kim hongjoong had met enough people feigning innocence to know what it looked like.

and yesul looking like the mirror image of her dad didn’t help, either.

08:59

“park seonghwa, wake up,” hongjoong said, pulling the duvet off from his friend’s body.

seonghwa just whined, rolling over so his back was to hongjoong.

“wake up! right now!”

“fine, fine, napoleon complex,” seonghwa said, muttering his last words as hongjoong walked out the room.

“i can hear you perfectly fine, pretty boy!” hongjoong shouted, “now come here, i got breakfast.”

“ooh breakfast,” mingi said.

“not you. i need seonghwa and only seonghwa right now,” hongjoong said, pointing at one of the taller members of atz.

seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, his eyeline following his leader until the short man was gone from view. he wiped his face with his hands, walking over to the mirror and ruffling and patting his hair until it was almost presentable. he pulled on a t-shirt and slumped down to the kitchen.

“toasties?” seonghwa asked, “did you go to isaac toast?”

hongjoong nodded, watching as seonghwa sat down and took a bite of the hot sandwich.

“why? it’s so expensive,” he said with his mouth full, “and so good, oh my life.”

“you have a baby.”

“huh?”

seonghwa dropped the toast back onto the plate, staring up at hongjoong.

“with who?!” seonghwa exclaimed.

of course, you were his only long-term partner, but he couldn’t deny that in the process of getting over you, there were many others.

“who do you think?”

“hongjoong...” seonghwa said, his voice quiet, “please tell me. if it’s not—”

“y/n?”

“if it’s not y/n i’ll go insane,” seonghwa said, “you know that.”

“it’s your lucky day then, isn’t it,” hongjoong said, sighing, “she pretended it wasn’t her, but it obviously was.”

“is she...” seonghwa trailed off before mimicking a baby bump on his stomach, “because that would mean... that it... it’s not mine.”

hongjoong shook his head, “no i saw the baby. it’s yours, seonghwa.”

seonghwa sat in silence for a moment, “is it...”

“it’s a girl, i’m guessing, because she was wearing a dress,” hongjoong said, “she was being kinda fussy but as soon as y/n picked her up she was fine. she’s your twin, seonghwa. especially your nose. has a little bit of hair upon her head as well.”

“did she look at you? the baby?” seonghwa asked.

hongjoong nodded, “her eyes are big. sparkly. they look quite a lot like yours.”

“how was y/n?” seonghwa asked, tears springing to his eyes as he said your name.

it’d been a while since he last said it. you’d left just over a year ago and seonghwa spent half of that time crying about you, a quarter of that time getting with other people and another quarter denying anything at all.

and now this.

“well she was denying her own name,” hongjoong shrugged, “but i guess that’s cause she recognised me.”

seonghwa chuckled, of course you did. you always told seonghwa about how you would be the one to break hongjoong’s hard exterior, and you sure tried whenever you came round. you’d joke and laugh and hug him, and sometimes he did smile and laugh. your happiness was just infectious.

“she looks alright,” hongjoong said, “she only had a little bit of make-up on, and she looked tired when she consoled the baby. but i guess that’s what it’s like having a baby.”

“this might be so wrong but...” seonghwa trailed off, “no. i can’t.”

“i’ve already found her location,” hongjoong said, “jongho is currently—”

“hyung. is this seonghwa’s baby?!” jongho exclaimed.

“name?” hongjoong asked, ignoring jongho’s question.

“park yesul,” jongho said, putting the freshly printed files on the table between hongjoong and seonghwa, “she’s four months old. born february 12th, 2020.”

“blood type o,” hongjoong read, “aquarius. 16 inches long at birth, weighed 4 pounds exactly.”

“she was tiny,” seonghwa breathed.

“it’s not too late, seonghwa. she’s only four months old,” hongjoong said, “you can still be a part of her life.”

seonghwa looked into hongjoong’s eyes. he was being truthful. hongjoong was often hard to read, but seongwha knew when he was lying, there was a glint in his eyes whenever he told a fib.

“what if there’s someone else?” seonghwa asked.

“even if there is, he’s not yesul’s dad, is he?” hongjoong said, “you are.”

“you really think y/n would get ‘someone else’?” jongho asked in a mocking tone, “she left because she was pregnant with your baby, not because she didn’t love you anymore.”

“i– i don’t understand why she’d leave. i told her i wanted kids!” seonghwa cried.

“you’re part of a mafia group.”

“but—” seonghwa stopped himself, “oh.”

“i just felt i had to tell you,” hongjoong said, standing up, “i’m sorry if it’s put you in a difficult position.”

“no, no,” seonghwa said slowly, shaking his head, “no... i’m– yeah, yeah it’s fine.”

hongjoong nodded, tapping jongho’s shoulder, indicating for the pair of them to leave seongwha alone.

the pair walked out the kitchen as seonghwa’s eyes fluttered over the piece of paper in front of him.

“park yesul,” he smiled, “she kept my name.”

“16 inches,” he whispered, trying to space out with his hands what 16 inches looked like, “mini. and only 4 pounds.”

he sighed, looking up to the doorway, “hongjoong?! do you still have that address?!”

13:04

“coming!”

you placed yesul on her play mat, jogging to the front door.

you gasped, quickly shutting the door again.

“no!” he exclaimed, shoving his foot in between the door and the frame, “please, y/n, i know.”

you opened the door again, slowly, with a sigh, “you work quickly, huh.”

“i just woke up and hongjoong told me everything,” seonghwa shrugged.

“did he follow me home?” you asked, “i was so—”

“no, no,” seonghwa shook his head, “jongho was...”

“ah...” you nodded, you were all too aware of the scary amount of power jongho had over every file ever.

it was silent for a moment before you sighed.

“seonghwa, what do you want?” you asked, “why are you here?”

“i- i wanted to see you,” he said, “and her. y/n, i miss you. i want to make this work.”

“seonghwa, i can’t just—”

“i understand. i’m in a mafia group, that’s fucking terrifying—”

“language,” you scolded, “there’s a baby.”

seonghwa smiled sheepishly, “sorry.”

“seonghwa...” you trailed off, “look, this is too sudden. i can’t just let you in immediately.”

seonghwa nodded, “i understand.”

“but that’s not a no, okay?” you sighed, “but this is too much.”

D+9, 15:59

“d-do...” you stopped, “do you want to come in?”

seonghwa had been in contact almost every day since, and you’d been in contact as well. you missed seonghwa. you missed him so much. and every time you sent him a photo of yesul, it made it so clear how much you were ready for her to have a dad, to have seonghwa back.

seonghwa nodded, “yes. yes, yes, yes.”

you turned around, scooping yesul off the floor on your way to the kitchen, placing her in her high chair as you heard seonghwa close the front door and follow you in.

“do you want some tea?” you asked, turning around as you filled the kettle.

your ex-boyfriend didn’t reply, making you turn around to urge a reply, but he wasn’t looking at you.

“hi,” he whispered, sitting on the chair beside yesul’s high chair, “yesul, right?”

yesul smiled slightly as seonghwa tickled her cheek.

“seonghwa, look,” you sighed, “just... tell me what you want, okay?”

you sat down opposite seonghwa as he looked from you to yesul, from yesul to you.

“i want to be here,” he sighed, “y/n, i still love you, okay? and when hongjoong said i had a baby, all i could picture was you and me with one, together. i’m confused and a little bit hurt that you didn’t tell me, but i understand. but... i also hope you could change your mind.”

“seonghwa, you’re in a mafia group,” you cried, “of course i still love you. you’re all i’ve thought about since the day i left. i’ve regretted that decision so badly, yet at the same time, when i look at yesul, i understand why.”

seonghwa nodded, looking to the baby as she flicked her toy around, “me too.”

you sighed, watching seonghwa’s loving eyes. yesul was a shy baby as well, you were shocked that she was trusting seonghwa this easily.

“i’m fine with you being in her life, but i’m so scared seonghwa,” you said, your voice quiet, as though trying not to let her hear, “i can’t count the amount of times i’ve come into contact with other mafia groups because they knew me. what’s that like with a baby as well?!”

“i’ll protect you,” seonghwa said, facing you again, “i promise, y/n. i’ll keep you hidden, i’ll stay at home, i’ll do whatever it takes, okay?”

you sighed.

“why are you so reluctant to trust me?”

“i’m not,” you said, shaking your head, “i just... why? why do you want this so badly? that- that you’re willing to stay at home or keep us a secret.”

“because...” seonghwa stalled, he was so caught off guard, “because i love you, y/n? and that’s what i’d do for you. and– and look at her.”

seonghwa sighed as he looked back to his daughter. his own daughter. he reached out his hand and she gripped onto his finger, giggling as he smiled, “she’s so beautiful. she’s just... she’s precious, y/n and she’s ours.”

you nodded, “she is undeniably yours.”

“and yours,” he smiled, “look at her smile.”

you laughed, “seonghwa, she doesn’t have any teeth!”

“it’s there!” he exclaimed, laughing, “look!”

you shook your head, laughing as he made yesul grin.

“do you like her name?”

“park yesul,” seonghwa spoke, looking back to you, “i love it. our art.”

you nodded, “so... where does this put us?”

“are you saying you’ll come back to me?” seonghwa asked.

“well you could move in here? it’s not much...”

seonghwa chuckled, reached across and taking your hand, “i’ll buy us a house. just for the three of us.”

“god, i wasn’t prepared for this when i woke up this morning.”

“you think i was?”

you chuckled as seonghwa smiled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“i’ll protect you,” he said, “i promise.”

“go on then,” you said.

“hmm?”

“greet your daughter. you’ve been very half-assed so far. you have a whole year to catch up on if you include the pregnancy.”

seonghwa smiled, pulling yesul out her high chair and cuddling her into his arms.

“here,” you said, “you have to support her head and her bum. head more important.”

he laid the baby on his forearm, holding her head in his hand.

“hi yesul,” he cooed, “it’s me. daddy.”

yesul gurgled and giggled, biting her fingers.

“she’s beautiful,” he said, tears appearing in his eyes, “i can’t believe she’s mine.”

you smiled, kissing his forehead, “thank you for coming home.”

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Year of the cow, or how I stopped worrying and loved the meme (BBRae)

Beast Boy's and Raven's relationship is truly one of the most subtle and emotional ones I have seen. There are lots of fantastically written fics which dive deep into characterisation and their nuanced, complicated emotions, showing complex colours of the spectrum of love.

Unfortunately, you have made a mistake clicking on one of my fics.

This is a birthday present for my buddy, ZekkKiray, and it revolves around a meme which I really found irritating... And I wondered how other characters might have reacted to it. Happy birthday, man!

yes, still half hour till midnight in my time zone, made it.

BBRae, 4k, E, (Ao3)

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As the Sun slowly hid on the horizon, Jump City, just like every city and town in the world, was slowly preparing for a glorious celebration. People were ready to welcome the new year with dances, parties and optimism encouraged by copious amounts of alcohol.

But not everyone was interested in partying and throwing caution to the wind. Five superheroes traversed the town's rooftops, watching over many celebrations, and ideal breeding grounds for crime, big or small.

Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, Raven and Beast Boy set out to patrol the city, to ensure that this momentous occasion won't be disturbed by any wrong-doer...

And quite quickly decided to join the party. Well, some of them. Robin sighed when he realised that his team has disbanded to join the crowd of onlookers, cheering and applauding the band on the colorful stage, that would soon be replaced by another group, hired just to play one or two hits for some quick cash.

Raven stayed to the side as well, keeping her eye not only at her friends, but the crowd, though her attention was suddenly caught by the dancers on the stage. Three women, dressed in black-and-white horned costumes, performing a synchronised dance, much to the delight of the audience.

- Er, and what exactly is that? Some sort of fad...?

- Oh, no, friend Raven! - Starfire was eager to explain - Robin has told me it's a Chinese calendar! And the Chinese have chosen an animal to represents each year, and...

- Oh, yeah, right. - Raven interrupted her - And lemme guess, this year's a cow?

- Ox, technically. - Robin chimed in - And it's not even started yet, it's based on a lunar one, so it will be somewhere in February.

Raven looked at the women in their silly costumes, dancing and playfully jiggling their fake udders and cow-bells to the beat of the music.

- Meh, whatever, it's gonna be over soon. Oh, by the way, this guys was pickpocketing. - Raven spoke nonchalantly, her shadow coiling around a burly man's throat.

By January fourth, however, Raven was seeing cows everywhere. Television, billboards, the internet... especially the internet. She felt as if it was a single-themed Halloween party that somehow stretched to a week.

And the boys weren't helping. While Robin remained reasonably level-headed, Cyborg and Beast Boy were having times of their lives, enjoying every single appearance of the costumes in real life, or in any media.

The worst thing was, Raven wasn't even sure why the fad irritated her so much. There were much more asinine things out there. But something about that fad was driving her nuts.

At the very least, there was Starfire, who sometimes was able to understand her.... or so Raven thought until she returned one day from the market with plastic cow-horns on her head a bell around her neck.

Raven groaned at the sight of his friend and stormed out of the common room, pushing away few streamers, still lingering after the new year's party.

She closed door to her room behind her and embraced the darkness and silence that allowed her to meditate and focus her powers...

And then she heard the faint jingling of the cowbells from behind the wall.

The purple flames on the candles around her shot up to the ceiling, as Raven tried to control her irritation.

She barked and grabbed her mirror, disappearing into her private void that extinguished the flames she ignited.

Raven walked down the floating rocks that paved her dimension, encased in darkness, illuminated by just few stars and distant galaxies. The ravens flew away in fear, as she glided forward, hoping to find some peace and quiet here...

- Hiya!

But of course, in this realm, she was never truly alone.

A woman dressed in pink jumped from behind a nearby rock, causing Raven to cease her movement just for a while, before she promptly decided to ignore her own emoticlone.

- Oh come on, you haven't been here for ages! - the jovial embodiment of happiness continued - We've been having SO much fun here!

- Great. Leave me alone.

But before she could react, Pink grabbed her and steered her off-path, flying down a different route, loudly announcing their presence.

- Hey guys. looks who's here! - she shouted, waving the arm she wasn't using to maneuver Raven between rocks.

- Oh, great, our big sister... - the Orange mumbled from behind a couch-shaped rock

- Have-have we done something wrong? - the timid Graphite pulled over her cloak

- Judging from your prolonged absence, something extraordinary must have happened. - Yellow interjected, eyeing Raven with curious stare.

Raven let out another groan.

- It's nothing. Leave me-

- Oh, is it about you-know-who?

Violet's sly and suggestive voice prompted Raven to pause mid-turn. her eye twitched.

- Ooh, very brave of you to tackle the most common problem of your visits! - Green added at once. - He can be annoying...

- I've said...

A blast of energy erupted around her, as Raven turned away, but couldn't finish her sentence. There was one emotion left, and she knew very well what can summon her, and it was already too late.

- Come on, say it.

Red spoke, gleaming with a subtle, yet unmistakeable triumph in her voice.

- I'm done with you. - Raven answered and continued her walk, before being predictably stopped again

- Oh sure, is this why you have almost brought me back? - she sneered - And for such petty reason...

- Ooh, tell us, tell us! - Pink chimed in, before being brought aside by Yellow

- Let me do it...

Red spoke and spread her arms, giving the other emoticlones chance to glimpse into what little she have seen.

- That... that is quite an insignificant reason to bring back *her* - Yellow judged - Are you sure it's adequate?

- I'm just afraid this will backfire... - Graphite meeped from behind her

- But I was right - Violet added - It is about him...

- ENOUGH!

Raven burst with energy, silencing her living emotions.

- We just want you to say it, so we can... help you.

The Red emoticlone stood in her way, finally making her stop. Her presence cast a shadow of fear on the lesser creatures of this realm, and even some other emoticlones that dared not to approach her. Red's voice was strangely polite, though Raven knew she must have an ulterior motive behind it.

- And you know what the answer to your problem is.

Anger reached her arm and waited for Raven's response. She couldn't meet her eyes. She was right, of course, but at the same time, embracing the violent and unpredictable part of her nature, reminding her of her father's legacy filled her with disgust...

- But you will not be alone with it. - Violet suddenly joined.

- And while it may look odd, this might be an opportunity to broaden your horizons. - Yellow continued.

- And let's face it, you've done weirder things, but you never cowered away! - Green shouted.

- Besides, it's gonna be so much fun! - Pink smiled.

Raven lifted her hood and looked at the other emoticlones, all awaiting her decision.

Knowing she's delaying the inevitable, with a heavy sigh, Raven made her decision.

===============

Garfield knew better not to interrupt Raven. He has made that mistake a few times in his life, and he still had his life only because Raven was his friend.

Still, seeing her angry was painful, thought not as much as the silent treatment he was getting from her. Beast Boy hesitated for a moment, and just before he was about to knock on her doors, he stopped himself.

With a sigh, he turned around and returned to his room, finding someone already inside.

At first, Garfield thought he was dreaming. But after a few blinks, he realised that the marvellous, dreamy sight in front of his eyes was real, and it made his heart skip a beat.

Raven's trademark, dark-blue attire was gone, replaced by a white costume dotted with black-and-brown spots. Her long legs were covered in fishnets with the same pattern, and as his eyes travelled up, he realised what was exerting the gravitational force that was pulling him that way...

The skin-tight costume had changed his perception, perhaps, but even then, Raven' nipples were just a fraction of an inch away from slipping, as her breast were simply too big to stay hidden in any article of clothing.

And when he looked at her horned head again, he noticed a faint smile on her face, contrasting so much with her demeanour over the past few days. She shifted her legs, spreading them slightly, giving him just a small tease of what was to come, and with her eyes fixated at him, she spoke.

- Moo, I guess.

- Oh, momma!

And before she knew it, Beast Boy leapt onto her with the grace and agility of a frog, diving between her enlarged breasts, and feeling the delicate, cushioning texture engulf his head almost entirely. And at the same time, with his fingers digging into the material, he freed Raven's breasts, hungrily kissing each square inch of her body as if his life depended on it.

- Gar... - Raven moans, feeling her boyfriend wriggling against her bosom

- I see someone has changed her mind...

- You can say that... - Raven replied, hiding the moan that was about to escape her lips.

- I guess you took Starfire's approach and visited the market? - Beast Boy joked, between his kisses - Or, wait, no, you ordered it online so no one will know, right?

- Let's just say I didn't have to order it...

For a moment, Beast Boy pondered the meaning of her words, until he realised that he has seen her outfit once before. Well, without the black-and-brown blots. And as the realisation dawned on him, he let out a gasp, as Raven's eyes glowed white.

Only one of the spots was brown. There was a pink, yellow, green one...

Her most powerful form, the combination of all of her emotions sat on his bed, emanating raw magical, warm energy that could easily vaporise him if she wanted to. Beast Boy suspected the horns weren't plastic either, and that he has just made a few snarky jokes to a demonic sorceress orders of magnitude more powerful than him.

And yet, she was still smiling.

- I just... - Raven swallowed - Couldn't stand you ogling all those cartoon anime girls on-line, in their stupid cow costumes. So I had to fight fire with fire.

- Aww... - Beast Boy cooed - Is my Raven jealous?

- YES. - the demon spoke in deep, rumbling voice that shook some of the objects on the shelves.

The spots on her White costumes suddenly glowed with ominous, red aura, as blood in Garfield's veins froze.

Her face was inches away from his, and only when she felt his hastened breath, she calmed down, and her spots returned to their original colours, just as the red aura disappeared from her eyes. She reached her hands and cupped his face, glad that he did not back away, as her anger overtook her. Their lips met, and Raven poured her apologies into him in a long, delicate kiss.

- And you will have to pay for it. - she smiled, giving Garfield clear sign she was everything under control, including him.

- Rae... - Garfield whined - You-you know I'd never... they... they don't mean anything...

- Then prove it.

Raven used the moment of hesitation to engulf him and with one sharp move of her hands and her magic, she ripped his clothes to shreds and brought her lover closer to her. With his shorts gone, Raven's eyes fixated on his cock, and had to restrain herself from licking her lips, as its head came closer and closer to her face. But of course neither of them would settle on just a blowjob, given the magic Raven cast upon herself.

Beast Boy jumped onto her breasts again, peppering them with plethora of hungry, ravenous kisses. Knowing already her bosom by heart, he know had a whole new territory to explore, and he did that with impeccable dedication. But as his lips closed around her nipple, he received a taste of something unexpected. His eyes widened, and met hers, as sweet substance made contact with his tongue. The sly smile on her lips remained, but as Beast Boy began lapping her milk, her face was torn with a new grimace he hasn't seen yet, and Raven was more than eager to experience.

Garfield moved from one nipple to the other, wishing he could transform into some creature with two heads. As Raven squirmed and moaned underneath him, he wondered what will happen soon, and with his hand manoeuvring between her thighs, he was determined to discovered that.

Her back arched, as his fingers reached her wet spot and slipped underneath her costume, just as his tongue coiled around her nipple again. Though she was trying to contain her emotions, the spots on her costume glowed in violet with each kiss and delicate move of his fingers against or inside her sex, and soon, Raven was thrashing underneath him, ready to burst.

And when she did, it was not with energy, but with milk that filled Beast Boy's mouth, in an act that surprised both of them.

Raven quaked for a few more minutes, coating his fingers with her juices he now lapped as eagerly as the new one she produced for him. Beast Boy made sure to wait until she was looking at him when he licked his lips, tasting both.

- Come'ere, I'm thirsty too... - she huffed, and settled herself amongst the pillows, ready to invite him.

Beast Boy let out a dreamy sigh, as his cock slid between her breasts, engulfing him completely with the delicate, heavenly texture only her breasts could provide. And when Raven gently pushed her mounds together, she added the missing part of friction, making Beast Boy throw his head back, even though he hasn't moved an inch.

But as he looked down at his girlfriend, he met her unusually frisky eyes, and with that, he flexed his muscles. Next thing she knew, his hands were on her horns, and he pushed his hips forward, diving deep into her bosom.

His action was a bit sudden and Raven's eyes opened wide when she realised that her head was pulled forward and that his twitching tip was now a fraction of an inch from her lips. And as she was about to open them, he pulled back and began his thrusts, mewling and moaning with each one, as pleasure slowly engulfed him.

He was in trance, brought by the alluring sight of his girlfriend and her magically enlarged bosom and thge reward they were leaking. And as Raven promised, she wanted one of her own: now, with every rapid thrust, her tongue lapped a drop or two of his pre-cum, in turn only generating more samples of what was to come. Raven was pretty sure what was his plan, but she opened her lips wide anyway, hoping to catch at least some of his oncoming climax.

- Rae...Rae... I LOVE YOU!

And with that proclamation, beast Boy dived balls-deep between her magically enlarged breasts, letting her warmth and size cover them as well, which only strengthened his orgasm. Raven yelped when the first stream of his seed flooded her mouth, and closed her mouth just in time to suck a bit more, even though she knew what was the sight he wanted to see.

As he pulled back, his cock was still twitching, spurting more and more of his virility in the valley between her mounds, until it slowly started to spill down, glazing her breasts with the sticky proof of his devotion.

And just as he thought he has seen it all, Raven dragged her finger across her breasts, hoping to catch as much of his cum as possible before it all drips to the bed. she parted her fingers to show the sticky strands between them before she closed her lips around them and made him collapse to his back from the simple act of tasting him.

- That was fun - she spoke, as most of his seed made it to her lips. - But you know what every cow needs, right?

Raven asked, lapping the last bit of cum from her tits. She leaned forward and with the same low, salacious tone as before, whispered the words that Beast Boy already had on his mind.

- Her bull...

His green body grew in a split of second, transforming him, but not in the form of the animal Raven expected. While his head became elongated and grew bovine horns, his torso and arms remained human, though much more muscular, and only the addition of hooves on his legs and a tail truly made her realise what he was now: a minotaur.

But of course, hooves and tail was not what piqued Raven's interest the most, as her eyes looked down at the figure towering over her.

This time, she could not stop herself and her lust; Raven licked a small droplet of drool that formed on her lips, and reached her hand to experience the enormous, throbbing organ whose glistening head was now once more inches away from her lips.

But her lover didn't want another blowjob. As steam-like cloud escaped his nostrils, Beast Boy grabbed her and effortlessly slammed her onto his cock, watching as the sorceress lets out a silent moan.

When he went down on her, Raven tried to maintain at least some dignity. But now, as her sex was filled completely with his monstrous cock, she threw all of the pretence away and babbled her lover's name, while the blots on her costume pulse violet each time his cock reached her depths, time after time, depraving her of common sense, as bliss slowly overtook her mind.

But not until she has managed to speak one last wish.

- D-Do what you are supposed to!

Raven screamed, her voice vibrating with the erratic thrusts her entire body was subjected to.

- Mate me! Breed me!

Another roar escaped his mouth, and Raven took a gasp of air just in time to expel it, as Beast Boy shoved himself deeper inside her throbbing pussy that before, firmly positioning himself as far as possible, right against her core, he now bathed in first deluge of his seed. And with his thick, monster cock forming an air-tight seal, not a drop of his virility could leak out, and was forced up into her womb. What would have been impossible for any other man became a child's play for him, letting Raven experience the impossible.

And with the flood of his warm seed filling her, came her orgasm, making Raven thrash around his cock, as if she was a puppet on his mercy. With each wave that flooded and promptly overflowed her sex, came a new sensation of being filled and claimed, and in turn, each simultaneously extinguished fire in her loins, and set it anew...

At some point, Raven fell back to the bed, feeling her pussy pulse with each after-wave of her climax, while Beast Boy's seed oozed onto the bed. She wasn't sure how long her after-glow lasted, but she knew what brought her back to her senses.

Her breasts were kissed again, with the same tender and care the minotaur would never learn. Beast Boy was his regular self, taking care of her body his monstrous form has neglected, listening to her breath slowly becoming less and less erratic.

She looked up and their eyes met, while Garfield locked his lips around her nipple again, drinking her orgasm.

- Hey.

- Hey. - she replied - I guess people were right, those cow costumes do work.

- Rae, you could dress like a platypus and you'd be sexy.

Raven smiled, and her hand reached to her lover's cheek, prompting him to leave her nipple.

Their lips met again, and though she thought she would be tired by now, she welcomed him again, especially as his hands now roamed her thighs and ass.

She let out another moan, seemingly far louder than a moment before, but maybe it was because her voice wasn't drowned by the beast's low grunts, but Garfield's borderline cute huffs.

And even though he was now much shorter and thinner than before, somehow Raven felt fuller than when a giant minotaur ravaged her. Maybe it was his kisses, dotting her breasts and lapping her milky fluid, maybe it was his delicate, but steady grip of his hands on her thighs... or maybe it was the unspoken promise they mentioned...

As they kept coming closer, the empath suddenly grabbed his cheeks and pulled him against her, not to kiss, but to find emotions raging in his mind. And she found them - those of love, protection, dedication and responsibility, which easily pushed her to the edge...

She cried out his name just as he flooded her again, this time with his essence, and even though Raven knew it was impossible, she somehow felt the difference in warmth that filled her sex.

As the two breathed in the same air, Raven gently moved her hand between her body, feeling the warmth of his body above her, and his cock and seed inside. She could undo the spell right now, and change their lives forever... And she had to admit, it would be a very apt moment... but then again, she would rob them of many, many heated moments like these.

It's a good thing she buddied up with Yellow as much as with Violet for this ride.

The two lay ion each other's arms for quite some time, savouring each other's scents and warmth, until Raven found strength and motivation to speak.

- So, got any more silly internet memes trending?

Beast Boy smiled and reached for his phone.

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Winter this year was snow-less, rainy and mild, like for the past half a decade or so. But that only made the New Year's eve less cumbersome, as it meant less time traversing through mounds of snow. Plus, it meant the Titans' Tower rooftop wasn't off limits.

- I thought this place, at this time would be the worst to meditate. - Beast Boy spoke - The whole sky's gonna be on fire in five minutes.

- Yeah, but maybe I wanted to watch.

He sat next to her, listening to far-away sounds of concerts and premature celebration. He scooted a few inches closer to her, and let out a short meep when her cape covered him.

- I wonder what this year will bring us. - he spoke, ruining the quiet, charming moment.

- I do - Raven answered quickly. - This year is gonna be of the tiger.

Raven spoke and undid a button of her cape that joined the two, freeing her breasts. Beast Boy swallowed loudly, seeing the moonlight shining onto her skin, and making her bosom look bigger with no additional magic required.

- Why don't we practice, kitty?

And with that, the night's air was filled with a powerful roar of a predator cat that has just found its very willing prey.

#bbrae #lemon #aged-up characters and all that #nautiscaraderfics

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