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misctf · 7 months

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Unintended Consequences

Diego sighed deeply. All his life, he thought he was happy with his life. Sure he wasn’t muscular or popular, but he enjoyed his more lowkey life. But when he got to college and started struggling in his classes and failing to find a boyfriend, Diego was starting to struggle. But that’s when he met his tutor, Luna, who seemed to take a liking to the lanky young man. She was patient with him, explaining concepts that he was struggling with. And as time went on, he felt closer to her- close enough to open up about his loneliness and struggles. She encouraged him to tell her more, and when he told her that sometimes he wished he could just have the typical college experience, she beamed with excitement. She gave him a coin, one that she said would help his dreams come true.

And so Diego, flipping the coin with one hand and jerking off with the other, looked down at his hairy chest and abdomen, not muscle in sight and sighed. What did he have to lose? He held the coin tightly and imagined his ideal college experience. And suddenly he felt incredibly light, like he was being pulled through time and space. He could barely conceive of all the changes going on around him. And at first, he felt what he could only describe as a resistance- like something was trying to push him away. But Diego wasn’t going to give up. He could feel himself breaking down the resistance, his own desires forcing their way through. He felt his cock harden even more, his arms and legs grow warm and more powerful. And suddenly he was in a different room, lying in bed and still jerking himself off. But this time, in a very different body. A body with nicely sculpted pecs and arms, white skin with a perfect treasure trail, and a much large cock. Diego ran over to the mirror, slightly off balance and not used to his larger frame. He smirked and felt himself swoon at the hot guy he had become.

The rest of the night was the best night of Diego’s life. Out on the town, Diego got to do all the things he dreamed of. Grinding up against guys in the club, smoking some weed with some of his new bros, and dancing until he was covered in sweat- discarding his shirt and flaunting his body. The night only seemed to get better when he felt a tap on his shoulder and one of the sexiest guys Diego had ever seen asked him if he wanted to go back to his place, to which Diego was more than happy to agree to. But as he sucked the dick of this man, Diego didn’t seem to register that his skin had darkened just a tad, while small black hairs rose out from his chest and face...

The next morning, while Diego slept peacefully in his own apartment, Matt woke up with a raging headache, barely remembering the events of the previous night, but realizing he was late to class. He got ready quickly, not even recognizing his slightly darker skin and the small amount of chest and facial hair that now adorned his previously clean-shaven body. But what he did notice was the fogginess that newly settled over his brain. He knew he had several upcoming exams that he needed to pass if he wanted to get into law school. And he had to tutor some of the younger students today. Matt went to his classes, but to his confusion, could barely understand what the professors were talking about at times. On several occasions he answered easy questions wrong, causing him to blush with embarrassment. He could feel Luna’s gaze on him and how much she was enjoying this- they had been rivals since day one. But most of his attention ultimately focused on the jock sitting in the corner of the room. His big muscles on display in his sleeveless top. For whatever reason, Matt couldn’t help but stare at him. And as he did, he felt a strange warmth in his ass- a neediness that he never felt before. The jock must’ve noticed him staring, because he smirked and gave Matt a nod, which broke Matt from his leud daydreaming. When class ended, he scurried home- trying to rationalize what was happening.

The next couple of days proved difficult for both Matt and Diego. While Matt dealt with worsening grades and struggling to concentrate, Diego could only stare at the coin, wondering if he should try again. And so, on another Friday night, Diego could be found jerking off and making his wish. Again, he felt himself tumble through space and time, but this time, he stood in front of a bewildered Matt, who was sitting at his desk, trying to study. Matt shouted in fear, and suddenly Diego flew straight into Matt, feeling a similar but albeit weakened resistance compared to prior. When the ordeal was over, Diego was back in control, although he wasn’t in the mood to party anymore. Whatever was happening, he needed to get to the bottom of it. At first Diego thought that he was getting his dream body, not possessing some random college dude. As he read through Matt’s stuff, he realized that he was a fellow student, although a year ahead of him. As Diego tried to learn more about Matt, he failed to realize Matt’s eyes darken to a deep brown, while his skin similarly took on more of a brown hue. Even the man’s muscles started to thin out a bit, while his chest hair became darker and curlier. But before Diego could register this, he felt himself leave the young man’s body and return to his own, falling asleep nearly immediately.

The next few days were even more difficult than the last. Diego had locked away the coin and confronted Luna, who explained that Matt was a rival and that she hoped that some of Diego would “rub off” on him. Diego felt betrayed and horrified at first, but Luna just reassured him that she had given him a taste of the life he wanted. So Diego would do his best to resist any further temptation. But unbeknownst to Diego, he had certainly rubbed off on Matt. The formerly straight and intelligent college student found himself partying more often than going to classes, finding guys that would be willing to let him suck them off. Matt struggled with the duality- he could still feel a part of him want to excel academically, but he couldn’t resist what his altered body demanded of him. And so when he saw Diego walking back to his dorm one afternoon, Matt couldn’t help but run up to him.

“Please, you need to do whatever the fuck you’ve been doing!” Matt begged, shifting between English and Spanish- another trait that he picked up from Diego, “I can’t stand it anymore, please!”

Diego was shocked, “But... but this is wrong. I shouldn’t have...”

“Fuck that! I need this.” Matt moaned.

And Diego was swayed. Despite some hesitation, he and Matt went back to Diego’s dorm where he fetched the coin. As he stared at it, he felt Matt remove his pants. The changed young man looked up at Diego with a grin, before wrapping his lips around his cock. Diego moaned and felt the heat of the coin in his hand. But this time, he didn’t feel himself hurdle through space and time. Instead, as Matt continued to suck him off, Matt actively changed. His hair became jet black and styled, while his facial hair grew out and darkened. The muscle in Matt’s body atrophied slightly more, with the former jock taking on a skinnier frame. His skin darkened even more, now mimicking Diego’s and his Mexican heritage. His lips thickened and his eyes took on a more vacant look as his intelligence was drained. Matt- or Mateo now- continued to suck Diego vigorously until the other man came. He swallowed every drop and looked up at Diego with great appreciation.

Weeks had passed since then, and Diego tried his best to keep in touch with Mateo, partly out of guilt and partly in hopes that he’d get another BJ. At times, he and Mateo would go out and party, with Mateo helping break Diego out of his shell some more. And since Mateo had dropped out of school, he had plenty of time for that. In fact, he had invited Diego to his first show at the local gay strip club. Sure it wasn’t how he expected his life to go, but to Mateo, he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

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heeheegf · 3 months

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Omgg Hii can you maybe do when heeseung is our brothers bsf and reader and heeseung have been hooking up and he got reader pregnant?? They could be in college maybe

omgg yess. i didn’t know if i understood this correctly, so i wrote it the way i understood it, but feel free to correct me if this wasn’t what you wanted��🏻. if you have any more asks you can write ‘em

minors dni, mature content, a little bit of fluff

you and heeseung have been hooking up for months now. ever since you met him the first time, at your brother’s basketball tournament, you fell for his bestfriend. he would come over everyday, and each day you tried to get his attention. until one day the two of you remained home alone and it happened.

this time was like every other time. you were on top of him, rocking your hips on his lap, as his hands were on your back trying to give you the pace to ride him. suddenly a wave of pleasure that was deeper than the others made you say these words. “hee, cum in me please..”. of course this made him very nervous but also very excited. you took him deeper and deeper, until your gummy walls were swallowing him, making the two of you cum together.

days passed and you kept feeling sick, dizzy and very weak. you suspected something, but you didn’t want to believe your suspicions. your brother, seeing you sick all the time decided to buy you a pregnancy test. and that’s when your world changed. two lines. at first you didn’t believe your eyes, a wave of panic came and you started crying. then as you begin to calm down you called heeseung, begging him to come over.

he came, you were sitting on the edge of the bed keeping your hands on your head. seeing you like this, he started panicking. “what’s wrong baby?” he asked worried “babe.. i don’t know how to tell you..” you said not even looking at him. “hey hey, calm down look at me. what happened?” he lifted your chin, and as you looked at him you broke down in tears. “im pregnant..” you said in between the sobs. he didn’t say anything at first, too shocked to process what was happening. “what.. what do you mean?” he asked. you showed him the test, which was positive. “im sorry, i really am..” she kept saying “shh don’t be, of course i’m shocked, we are young and college students. but we can do it, we are mature enough to take care of a child, especially if it’s ours” he said as tears gathered in his eyes. “so you are not mad?” you asked “im not, why would i be? i’m just shocked, but i’m happy” he said as he pulled you into a warm hug. “we will be great parents, trust me”.

#enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung smut #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha x reader

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cowgurrrl · 3 months

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Lavender Girl

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: A field trip [4.7k]

Warnings: financial stress, school fight, June once again introduces an ex, having a muse is creepy and weird, flirting that’s not flirting but it’s not not flirting, June putting her art history knowledge to work

Most days, you're a good teacher. A teacher that students want to eat lunch with or inadvertently include in their silly TikToks. Most days, you're patient and kind and only have to raise your voice a handful of times, if only to be heard over the blanket volume level of teenage conversation. Today is not one of those days. "Guys!" You yell, pausing the music on your computer and turning to look at your class, obviously annoyed. "We're supposed to be talking about Picasso. I don't know why I'm hearing so much conversation about lunch." It's a lie. There was a fight between two students at lunch. It'd also been the topic of conversation in the teacher's lounge, but still.

"Miss, we already talked about Picasso!" One of your kids bemoans, and you raise your eyebrows at them.

"So, if I asked you right now, you could tell me what historical event his painting Guernica is supposed to depict?" You ask. The entire class goes silent as you wait for a response that never comes, and you sigh. "Please, do your work."

The day started with getting yet another email from another gallery, this time from down south, telling you they loved your work but not enough to showcase or buy it. Then, a text from your manager letting you know that paychecks will be late because of technical issues with the system, even though you're already beyond broke. Then, a sad text from Andie about how she's feeling homesick and misses you and wishes you could get on a plane to come see her. Then, to top it all off, an email from your ex, Henry, popped up the second you pulled into the school.

Hey, long time, no talk! I hope you're doing well. I wanted to reach out and let you know I've got an exhibition going up later next week and wanted to invite you to the opening. It's about-

You didn't read any further, anger and a wave of past emotions drowning you before you could. You and Henry were together all throughout college. You met during a freshman art class and were inseparable after that. He was tall, sensitive, and had a penchant for listening to country music when he worked, leading to many delirious nights spent crooning to Emmy-Lou Harris together. He surprised you with new paint and spontaneous trips to scenic parts of Texas to fuel your inspiration. You were happy for a long time. You even thought you'd marry him at one point. He wanted to be the next young, groundbreaking artist, making you his muse, no matter how many times you tried to assure him you were also an artist. Your work would go up in galleries and exhibitions, and everyone in your small program would gossip about the two of you. "He's so talented. It's insane," you heard one of your classmates say once. "And she's so beautiful."

The compliment dug under your skin and stayed there as your relationship failed. You didn't want to be a muse anymore. You stopped letting him paint you in various states of undress and started asking for more alone time to work on your own stuff. You went from being the perfect, polished doll he could position however he wanted and started living in your paint-stained jeans and old, ratty shirt. You started arguing more and more, first about little things like why he left his paint water cups everywhere, and then about big things like your decision to pursue teaching and the "inspiration" he found in an impressionable freshman. He suddenly moved out after graduation without a word, leaving you to nurse your wounds in a half-empty apartment for the rest of your lease, and you hadn't heard from him until this morning.

There's something more than the sting of hearing from him all these years later that bothers you. You're a high school art teacher struggling to make ends meet, and he's doing exactly what he set out to do. He's getting his work in front of his eyes and receiving praise for it. "Why do you wanna be a teacher when you can just be an artist?" He asked you one morning as you studied for your certification exams. "Or, at least, an artist's wife."

"And what if I'm not good at that?" You asked. "Then what? I'm just supposed to be your muse for the rest of my life? Have kids to fuel someone else's inspiration and have no time for my own work? Wither away while you go on to make art and give talks and become a cynic? Fuck that."

You stand by what you said, even all these years later, but there is an irony in that, even as a teacher, you don't have time to do your own work. Still, fuck that. The bell rings and signals the end of another class, and you quickly stand as students start packing up their stuff. "Okay, guys. Remember, your art history essay is due in two weeks! I'm excited to read all about everything you've learned since we started this unit. I love you, and please make good choices." You announce, hoping that at least some of them are listening to you, as they spill out of the classroom and the next students stream in. Ellie's sweet face is a welcome reprieve when she walks in.

"Hey Bellie! How's your day going, kiddo?" You ask, and she smiles. You'll swear up and down all day that you don't have favorite students, but if you did, Ellie would be one of them.

"Good. I have my signed permission slip for the art club field trip." She says. After your experience with Joel outside the bar, you couldn't sleep and knocked out all the field trip paperwork before falling asleep on your couch. But you weren't safe from his lips and broad shoulders, even in your subconscious.

"Oh, my hero! I've been meaning to remind everyone about those. Thanks for getting that in so quickly." You say as she hands the paper to you, Joel's scribbly signature at the bottom. Somehow, you're not surprised that the box indicating he wants to be a chaperone is ticked. "Perfect. Your dad knows when the field trip is?"

"Yeah. He wrote it down on his calendar and everything." She says, rolling her eyes fondly, and you laugh.

"Well, good, because I'm gonna need all the help I can get when I'm dealing with you guys."

"Hey!" She feigns offense as the bell rings, signaling the end of the passing period, and the last of your students comes running in. Ellie takes her seat near the front, and you grab your silly, colorful pointer to talk about Guernica, which is still proudly displayed on the board. After a quick art history lesson, you release them to work on the projects they've been working on for a week now. They still have a few more days before it's due, so more than half of them are slacking off quietly, which you're fine with. As long as you get a finished assignment at the end, they can do whatever they want.

You play quiet music as they work to help them focus and answer some emails. One email that catches your attention is from the parent of one of your students, Dalton, who's an amazing football player but is less than passionate about art, to say the least. You emailed his dad to let him know he was missing some assignments and could still turn them in late for only a slight penalty, but if he turns in nothing at all, you'll have no choice but to fail him. You also CC'd the football coach so he'd know the academic standing of one of his star players. Needless to say, you've been subject to a few not-so-nice emails from all parties involved.

Once you're done firing off another round of emails, you decide to step away from your computer so you don't have to see the next reply until absolutely necessary. Walking around the room to answer questions, give opinions, or just hear what's happening in students' lives always makes you feel better. In one period, you helped a handful of students put the finishing touches on their projects, heard the latest gossip, and talked one of your girls out of sending a nasty text to the boy who just broke her heart. And they say teachers aren't important.

The second you get a little bit of peace during your planning period, your phone buzzes with a notification. Given all the notifications and messages you've received today, you're hesitant to even pull it out of your pocket. But curiosity wins, and you open your phone to find a text from an unsaved number.

Is there anything I should bring to the field trip? Snacks, gum, alcohol?

You laugh to yourself and start typing a message back.

Alcohol won't be necessary, but it might be good to bring some lunch and a few snacks. I think we're gonna try to have a picnic or something at the museum.

Yes, ma'am.

You still feeling up to chaperone? Teenagers are no joke.

Do I need to remind you that I've raised two? I think I can handle a few more.

Oh, I can't wait to see this.

It can't be that hard, right?

On the day of the field trip, it turns out to be that hard. The only adults accompanying twenty teenagers to the museum are you and Joel. They're excited to be out of school and doing something new, but you can feel your migraine starting before you even get on the bus. Thankfully, the ride to the museum (and the traffic) calms them down, and they're more manageable by the time you arrive. A curator meets you outside the front doors and begins by walking your group through the outdoor sculptures, giving a little bit of history of the museum and the pieces themselves. The kids ask insightful questions and take turns snapping photos or even sketching a rough outline of the piece before moving on to the next. You stay at the front of the group while Joel manages the middle and back, silencing kids with a stern look. You fight a smile when you catch him and Ellie lingering at a sculpture, whispering to each other before he urges her forward and takes a sweet picture of her smiling in front of it.

After the initial walk of the grounds, you stop to have lunch in a sunny garden and listen to the kids gush about their favorite part so far and what paintings they're most excited to see inside.

"Miss, what's your favorite thing here?" Kayla asks.

"I like Dream Village by Chagall. If you find it before me, you'll have to let me know." You say. "Do you have a favorite?"

"Not yet. Maybe I'll find it today." Kayla says.

"I like that attitude!"

"Kissass." Jacob coughs, and you both give him a look. You can feel Joel's eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you stare at Jacob.

"What's my policy?"

"Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Yep." You say, and he sighs.

"You can be anything you want to be, but you're not allowed to be a dick." He mumbles.

"Exactly. So, please, be nice," you say as you fish around in your lunch box for something. "Here, have a cookie. It might help make you feel a little better." He mutters a little thanks and unwraps it, already in a better mood after one bite, and you smile.

"You just carry around cookies, waiting for a kid to be in a bad mood?" Joel asks, and you turn to look at him. He's wearing a plain blue t-shirt and jeans with sunglasses sitting atop his head, but you think it might be your favorite thing he's worn in your presence. You like it when he wears color.

"It was my cookie, but he needs it more than I do," you shrug. "Besides, things like that are a great morale booster. It's hard to be grumpy when you've got something sweet."

"I'm inclined to agree with you." He quips a little too smoothly, his eyes flicking across your face and down to your lips, and you feel your cheeks getting hot. Thankfully, all the kids have returned to their own conversations and couldn't care less about what the Adults are talking about.

"You're relentless." You whisper.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispers back, and you sigh. If you were a stronger or better person, you might be able to think fast enough to come up with a response, but you're not. So, you just look at him and rack your brain for something to say but come up empty. "That's what I thought." He smiles and offers you his sweating Dr. Pepper can as a peace offering. You roll your eyes at his smug look but take a sip anyway.

Once everyone is done eating, you all stand and make your way into the museum lobby, the kids already chattering about what they want to see.

"Okay, you guys are free to roam but please, please, please remember that you're representing not only the school but also me. Be respectful and kind, and please don't act like you've never been in public before, okay? Go, be free." You say before the kids split off into their little groups with their obligatory activity in hand. Ellie stays near Joel, only a little shy, until Kayla turns around suddenly and waves her on.

"Ellie, c'mon!" She says. Ellie takes a few steps in her direction before turning to look back at Joel.

"Go. I'll be okay." He says.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now go. Have fun." She doesn't need any more encouragement after that and skitters off with the rest of the kids, leaving you and Joel alone in the atrium.

"She's doing really well." You tell him even though he can clearly see for himself.

"Thanks to you."

"All I did was give her a push."

"Take the credit. You deserve it." He says, his lips pulling into that award-winning smile.

You fall into silence as you walk through the different galleries, Joel never too far behind you. Sometimes, he'll start at the opposite end of the room and work his way down until you meet in the middle, making a deliberate effort to bump your shoulder or hand as he passes. Other times, he'll stay right next to you, and, for some reason, it doesn't bother you. You like being so close to him and feeling his eyes work over the piece like it's a puzzle he doesn't quite know how to work. When he can't stand the quiet anymore, he'll whisper a question to you about the artist or the history, his breathing fanning out across your neck and making the hair there stand on end.

After moving through a big part of the museum together, you and Joel end up at the same painting as the dull hum of voices fills the space between you. You smile to yourself, practically hearing him trying to find something to say as he stands there and observes how the lines of bright colors follow each other. Some are stark and almost resemble lightning in how they move around the canvas, but others are muted, blended together with careful precision and patience. It's hard to imagine what West Texas could've been like in 1953, but this makes it a little easier.

"What's this one supposed to mean?" Joel mumbles, leaning ever so conspicuously into you.

"I can't tell you." You mumble back, and he finally turns to look at you head-on. You meet his eyes with an amused smile, and he shakes his head at you.

"You're really not gonna tell me?"

"I can't tell you what art is supposed to mean to you. I can't tell anyone that."

"But, you're a teacher."

"If you're asking me for an art history lesson, I'd be happy to help, but that's about all I can do for you."

"'S cruel and unusual punishment."

"If art and culture are cruel and unusual punishment, why'd you sign up to chaperone?"

"Maybe I wanted to see my friend," he says, bumping you with his shoulder, and you laugh a little too hard. "What? We can't be friends? Is there a school policy against that, too?"

"Nope, no school policy. I just," You pause and revel in how enraptured he looks at every movement, pause, and breath you take. "I already have friends, so..."

"Oh, and you're 'fraid of bein' too popular?"

"Famously." You say, and he chuckles next to you. You go back to staring at the painting quietly with him so close you can feel his body heat. You're the one to break this time, knocking him with your shoulder to get his attention again. You didn't need to. When you glance at him, you see his focus is on you, not the painting. "It's Texas. Canyon, to be more precise. Up by Amarillo where there's nothing but cattle and desert. O'Keeffe taught out there for a few years and wanted to paint something that showed how big the West is. It's supposed to make you feel like you're two feet tall and seeing the sky for the first time. For her, it might've been the first time in a long time she'd gotten to see a sunset that big. So, she painted it so other people could enjoy sunsets like that. It's like a love letter."

"How d'you do that?" He asks once you're finished explaining, and you furrow your eyebrows.

"Do what?"

"Make little things seem so beautiful." He answers easily, like you asked him what color the sky is. You don't know what to say. What are you supposed to say to something like that?

"'S just what art does." You shrug and break away from his gaze to look at the painting, if only to not feel him staring into your soul.

"No, it's what you do to it. 'S why those kids love you so damn much. You make everythin' feel like a masterpiece, even the little things." He's not flirting. He's not trying to persuade you to do one thing over another. He's genuine and heartfelt. You swear you would start crying if you had a little less sleep. You take a deep breath and lean into him for half a second, just enough to feel his body against yours, before standing upright again.

"Thank you."

"It's what friends are for," he says, leaning into you in return. "I should make sure they haven't seized the museum or anythin'."

"Oh, I can do it. You're a guest."

"And you work too hard," he stops you. "Take a break and enjoy what you love. The world won't end if you take some time for yourself." If ever there were awards to be given out for sweet talking, you think Joel Miller would win all of them.

"Okay," you say, and he walks behind you to move on to the next section. "You really wanna be my friend?" You ask before he can fully pass behind you, looking at him over your shoulder. He smiles devastatingly, light sparkling in his eyes, and nods.

"I really wanna be your friend." He says softly, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. He lingers for a second or two before finally making his way to the group of students, leaving you to scrutinize the painting you've been staring at for God knows how long.

The day crawls to an uneventful close, with you forcing all the students to take a picture in front of the museum for the yearbook. Joel takes your phone out of your hand and all but pushes you in the photo, and your students lovingly welcome you into their little group. In exchange, you grab Joel's phone and take cute pictures of him and Ellie for their own memories. They smile almost identically, and Ellie makes a fake annoyed face when Joel kisses her temple. Your fingers brush against each other when you hand it back, and for a second, you can feel the callouses from his job. It feels like unlocking a new piece of him or a new quirk.

Too bad this isn't a date. Too bad nothing can ever come of this. Too bad you had to meet this way. Too bad. Too bad.

The ride home is quiet and full of the clinking of backpacks and new souvenirs. When you get to the school, parents are waiting in the parking lot with fast food dinners and excited ears to hear all about their days. Almost everyone immediately slinks home, tired and happy, before you can even get close to the school doors. Almost everyone. Joel and Ellie help you carry your backpack and some things you bought for teaching purposes at the museum into your classroom. The school is virtually deserted, and you return to your room to find all the lamps flipped off and mostly positive notes from the sub.

"Dad, what are we gonna do for dinner?" Ellie groans as you sit in your chair and open your email quickly before you can pack up the rest of your stuff. Their dinner debate becomes background noise as you find your inbox full of annoyed messages from Dalton's parents, coaches, and even Principal Martinez regarding his grades. Under all that vitriol sits Henry's half-read message about his gallery opening, and you feel the perfect bubble of your day burst around you. Joel and Ellie seem to realize it because they're both quiet when you tune back into their conversation, and you turn in your chair to look at them.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asks, and you snap out of it, putting on your best teacher everything-is-fine face.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just some emails. It's not important." You wave her off, but Joel isn't so easily convinced. He thinks for a second before pulling his keys out of his pocket and handing them to Ellie.

"Go get some practice driving." He says, jerking his head toward the door, and Ellie's eyes light up.

"Really?!"

"Just bring the car to the front, and don't hit anything!" He says, but she's already taken off with the keys and her stuff in an excited whirlwind. You laugh at her enthusiasm, and Joel leans against one of the desks near you, crossing his arms in front of him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Your whole face fell when you opened that computer."

"It's nothing."

"If we're gonna be friends, you're gonna have to tell me if somethin's wrong otherwise I can't help you." He says, and you fight a smile.

"I don't know how you're gonna help me with this one." You say. He bumps your foot with his and gives you a pleading look. Big brown eyes on men like him should be illegal, you think.

"Talk to me." He begs quietly, and you take a deep breath.

"When I was in college, I dated this guy. He was an artist, too, and we were like the little power couple of our program. Things ended kinda badly and abruptly, and I hadn't heard from him since graduation until last week when he invited me to his gallery opening. I really don't want to go alone because, honestly, I haven't been able to get anything showcased in years, and I'm embarrassed. Plus, he broke my heart and made me feel like shit for a few years." You can't stop the words from falling from you once the dam is broken, but Joel doesn't flinch.

"Well, you've got friends to go with, right?"

"I do," you say. "But I want to invite you."

"Oh." He says, seemingly unintentionally.

"Oh." You repeat. "You can say no. I just thought... since we're friends and all now."

"I just... I don't..." he struggles before finally giving in to what he wants to say, what you think he's wanted to say all day. "I don't think I'm smart enough to go to somethin' like that. I don't know anythin' about art. I don't even know how to dress for those kinda things."

"Nobody knows anything about art. Not really, at least. Especially not Henry."

"You do."

"Then I'll stick with you all night and feed you lines about composition or some shit," you say. "And you just wear a nice shirt and some slacks. Maybe a suit jacket if you're feeling snazzy. It's really not as big a deal as people make it seem. We'll go, drink wine, say something about the colors, play nice, and then we'll leave. I'll have you home by 9:30. Earlier if you really hate it that much." He rolls his neck like he's rattling something around in his head or thinking about your offer, and all you can do is watch him and the way his Adam's apple pressing against the delicate skin of his throat. You're convinced he's gonna say no.

"Are you asking me on a date?" He finally asks, and you laugh.

"Not a date."

"Sounds like a date. You even promised to have me home to my girl at a reasonable time."

"Fine, it's a friend date."

"A friend date?" He raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod.

"It's perfectly normal to go on friend dates, Miller. You're just behind on the times."

"Seems like I am. Maybe you can bring me up to speed during the gallery opening?" He says, and your shoulders drop in relief. "I'll pick you up if you agree to help me not look like an idiot."

"You won't look like an idiot."

"Not with you there, I won't." He says, and you want to laugh, but you also want to tear up a little at his kindness. It's been a long week.

"Thank you, Joel. Really. I owe you." You say, and he nods.

"'S my pleasure," he says. For a minute, you two just stare at each other in your empty classroom like teenagers with an obvious crush. You think that's what you feel like. You think that's all you'll ever be able to feel for him. "I should go. I've got an impatient teenager waitin' for me."

"Yeah. Go get her some dinner, and I'll text you the details." You say as you stand to walk him out. He stands to his full height, opens his arms, and approaches you. You didn't think you were hugging territory, but as his arms wrapped around you, you couldn't help but hug him back.

"Goodnight." He says into your hair, lingering for another moment before disappearing as fast as he appeared.

"Goodnight," you say. With that, he starts walking to the open door with a smile stuck to his face. "Hey, Joel," you call before he can step over the threshold, and he turns around to look at you. "Art is for everyone, and even if it wasn't, you're more than smart enough to enjoy it."

"Yes, ma'am." He says with a half-salute and a wink before stepping out of your classroom. You let yourself rest against your desk and take a deep breath. Finally, you let yourself pull out your phone and read the rest of Henry's email detailing the time and place of the gallery.

I hope you can come. It would really mean a lot to me. I miss talking to you and even though things ended the way they did, I still love you.

See you soon,

Henry Hall

"Fuck that."

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joongwooclub · 1 year

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fated || j. yh.

pairing: fem!reader x jeong yunho

tags/warnings: childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smut near end, dilf yunho, yunho’s child likes fem!reader a lot. [aged up reader and yunho]

word count: 6.0K

✩: authors note - this was a quick (not to quick) brainrot, so please know this may contain grammar inaccuracies + misspells and I haven't had time to revise due to university.

✩: reblogs / comments + feedbacks are appreciated!! story under cut!

Jeong Yunho has been my best friend since childhood, we went through every single small and big situation I can imagine. I didn’t know when it happened but I had feelings for him. Maybe it was his golden retriever personality, or his tall body portion with his long delicate fingers that caressed your face. Shaking my head to get the perverted thoughts away from my mind, I looked at the boy next to me. His side profile was perfect as always as he laughed at a comment a fellow classmate said. It was a late Friday night, sitting in the bar with a small group of friends from my last year classes. It was bizarre to think that it was the last year of college and after this, everyone will be on their way to their own life. “Yunho-ah, what will you be doing after finishing the last year?” Mina asked, her eyes fluttering in a way to send flirtatious signals. Yunho gave her a smile, and it made my stomach turn. Was I jealous? Very much, but I couldn’t do anything since Yunho wasn’t my boyfriend. Just a crush. “Well hopefully I’ll level up soon at my workplace, I want to do business once I finish here.” He answered, a hand on his lap as his legs were crossed, like a true gentleman, I bit my lip as the group spoke.

My energy slowly runs out to communicate. Yunho glanced over at me and rubbed my arm softly, “Hey..you tired?” I nodded slowly, “Let’s go back home?” He whispers, my cheeks grew with blush as he was so attentive to my energy, but as well as he said ‘home’ like we lived together. I nodded and got up, “It’s getting late so me and y/n will be heading back. You guys stay safe.” Yunho smiled before handing some money to another friend to pay for his and my drink. “Yuyu, I can pay for my own drink.” I pouted. He just poked my cheek and shook his head, “nope~ I got it.” He didn’t even let me finish my new sentence as he took my hand and walked me out of the bar. Luckily we didn’t drive, so we were able to just grab a taxi and even more luckily, we lived a few blocks from each other. As the taxi took us back to my house, I looked out of the window, the night view flew by. I sighed, Yunho looked over at me. “What’s up sweetheart?” he questioned, I looked at him and smiled softly, “Just wondering how we would be once we graduate.” I spoke softly. Yunho awed and took my hand into his, his warmth warming my cold hands, “Well, we will have each other no matter what.” “promise?” “promise.”

[ 4 years later ]

That night with Yunho felt like it was a day ago. The promise of staying together soon broke as graduation happened and life became busy. Last thing I knew was that Yunho was now a CEO of a business, while I currently work at a small (not so quiet) preschool as a teacher. All those years for a teaching degree and I still landed a job to work with small kids. Could it be the baby fever? Maybe, but the thought of one day having a family was nice, but definitely not now. I mean, I am only 25 years old, almost 26 now. It was normal to think about family now since it was my mid-20’s but, no one ever caught my eye–not since yunho at least. “Ms. Y/L/N~” A small child called my last name, I turned around and smiled as my eyes landed on one of my favorite students, “Hi nina~ how are you.” I cooed softly crouching down to be eye level with her. Her brown eyes shined brightly as she was a naturally giggly, happy child. “Ma dada ist picking me..” she said. I tilted my head smiling at her, knowing she was still young so developing her speaking skills was something we wanted to work on. “Your daddy is what sweetheart?” I asked. “Picking me..um..up! Like sky!” she said excitedly. “Oh, picking you up! How nice~ what about mama?” I asked. “Mama don’t live with us. She went away.” she spoke naturally. I was shocked. I knew her mother, she wasn’t the best but she was trying as a young mom, around my age, so I didn’t have the right to judge. As Nina said that, she went back to playing with the other kids outside, the giggling and lively screaming of the kids echoing through the small playground. I stood up and started to clean up around the table area, glancing at the clock outside and notice the time they were about to be picked up. As soon as the clock hit 5pm, our alarm to come inside rang. Some kids ran inside, while others put away their toys from the playground back into the outside box and went inside. I gave them small smiles as we helped put on their shoes if they couldn’t do it themselves. One by one each parent came to pick up their child. Nina waited in the corner, tippy toeing to look out the small child level window. I cleaned up the remaining trash and watched for every parent and child that left.

Almost a full 30 minutes went by and Nina was still here. “Nina sweetheart, where’s daddy?” I asked, sitting down next to her crisscrossed. “Works late…he come..” Nina mumbles sadly. Her head tilted down and I saw her fumble with her hands, I bit my lip, feeling sorry, Nina’s mom was always a few minutes late, but not like this. So I took her tiny hands into mine and gave her a smile. “How about we play princesses?” I suggested. “Yay!! Princesses!! Will you be princess too?” I giggled at her half full sentences; I nodded and she smiled ear to ear. I rumbled through the toy box near us and pulled out some dolls. Nina finally sat down across from me and started playing, immediately forgetting about her late father. It was some minutes after when the door opened. Nina looked up and gleamed with happiness as she rushed to get up and run to whoever came in. I stood up and patted down my work jeans and looked at the figure. He had black hair, broad shoulders, he was clearly tall despite the fact he was bending down to kiss his daughters forehead. The obvious sweating told me that he rushed here as quickly as he could. “I’m terribly sorry for being late, please forgiv-..y/n?” his sentence stopped and I stared back. “Yunho?” I was shocked. His eyes turned from shock to the smile he gave in college, “daddy you know ms. Y/L/N?” Nina asked, looking between us. “Yes baby, we went to school together.” Yunho smiled, squatting down to his daughter. “HOW?! You look old, she’s pretty!!” Nina screeched. I held back my giggle as she said, “Nina sweetheart, don’t call your dad old.” I chuckled.

Yunho laughed and patted his daughter’s head, “come on baby, let’s go home.” He stood up and held Nina’s hand. He gave me a sweet smile, “I really am sorry that I’m late. Even though I’m a boss at my own company, it’s so much harder to leave. Was she okay?” Yunho asked, I nodded. “Of course, Nina is one of my favorite students.” I smiled, walking back to the dolls on the ground to put them away, “Nina told me about her mother not being able to pick her up anymore?” I mentioned. Yunho’s face turned pale, “y-yeah..c-can we talk about it outside?” He asked. I simply nodded and made sure everything was cleaned, grabbed my tote bag, and keys to lock the door, turning off the lights before closing the door behind me. Yunho parked his car right on the driveway of the preschool and lifted Nina into the backseat, putting on her seatbelt, before telling her “daddy needs to talk real quick ok? Listen to music.” as he turned on a seat tv and Elsa's Frozen started playing. As he closed the door, making sure to lower the windows a bit for air to circulate, he looked at me. “She listens to frozen loudly. So we can talk normally.” he said, and he was correct as I heard Nina sing very loudly to the song, mumbling at parts she couldn't understand. “No worries. I only mentioned cause she told me, but for file reason, I have to add you. Will she be coming back soon?” I said looking at him fondly. Yunho shook his head in a no motion, “I want to say unfortunately no, but I’m happy. We filed for a divorced a while ago because she told me she found someone better and the guy treated her better..whatever that meant. I just got full custody over Nina. You can remove Kyomi Cheng and add Yunho Jeong instead.” He explained. I made a mental note about the info, “Alright, thank you. I will make sure to update the files tomorrow morning.” Some silence filled the air before I made a comment. “Still can’t believe you’re here.” I chuckled. He smiled and nodded, “yeah, can’t believe we live in the same city even though we went to school somewhere else. Do you live around here?” “I do. A few blocked in Willow Crossing.” Yunho’s eyes opened in shock, “No way! I live in Fairview Estates!” I was equally shocked. Fairview Estates were the more expensive places, but it was really close to where I lived. “Wow, fate really has us.” “yeah..” I gave him a smile and hugged him, which shocked him again but his gentle arms hugged me back. “Well get home safely, I’ll see Nina tomorrow.” “First thing in the morning.” Yunho smiled. I waved bye to Nina who smiled and waved goodbye back and walked to my car. My heart was racing like a teenage girl again, seeing Yunho like that was like college. He still looked the same, except his face got sharper, he grew muscles, he was taller, and god, he smelled so good in the hug. His cologne clogged my mine, it smelled like Ferrari Light. I shook my head, I can’t believe I’m falling in love with him again just by seeing him. I focused on my way home, stopping by the store to pick up food for dinner and went home. The long day finally tiring my body as soon as I sat down to eat. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the time. 7:50 pm, I furrowed my eyebrows as I usually never have messages or calls at this time.

Unknown Number, 7:51 pm : HIIIII MS. Y/L/N

Unknown Number, 7:51 pm: I’m sorry y/n. Nina took my phone after I said I still had your number. Just wanted to say thank you for watching her. Would you like coffee tomorrow morning?

I smiled at my phone, even as a single dad now, Yunho was still the same. Caring and selflessness. I picked up my phone and typed back.

Me, 7:53 pm : Would love coffee!

Yuyu, 7:54 pm: Caramel Macchiato like the old days, right? :)

I blushed as he remembered my order even though it was years ago since we last saw each other. I texted back and smiled.

Me, 7:55 pm: wow, still remembered =D, anyways get Nina to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Yunho!

Yuyu, 7:55 pm: No Yuyu? :(

Me, 7:56 pm: okay, goodnight yuyu~

Yuyu, 7:56 pm: :D Goodnight doll (still your favorite nickname right?) Nina says goodnight as well. See you tomorrow.

I felt my cheeks fill with blush as he used a nickname (more of a pet name) I haven’t heard in a while. The way he used to say it in college always made me weak in the knees. It was honestly pathetic of me for feeling like this from just one moment with him. I sighed and put my phone on my night stand, the only light was coming from my lamp. I wonder how Yunho acted now since he has a little girl, does he tuck her in at night? Cuddle her as she falls asleep? Maybe he uses his puppy-like pout to get his little girl to giggle when she’s upset. ‘Why am I thinking like this?’ I mumbled to myself. Reaching over and turning off my lamp to try and sleep. ‘Let’s hope I can function in the morning’

The loud beeping from my alarm blared through my silent bedroom. I groaned and pressed stop, lazily getting out of bed. I looked at my phone, going to the weather app to see what the weather was like for today. The temperature was starting to get colder, and those weathers are what I liked the most. I got up and went to my closet to grab a beige turtleneck, topping it with a loose sweater to hang, wearing some simple leggings. After getting ready and adding small accessories, I quickly grabbed my bag and keys to drive to the school. It wasn’t a bad drive today, the crunchy leaves making me smile brightly as I walked towards the door. Setting up the classroom was easy and I finished quite quickly as the kids wouldn’t be there for another hour or so. So I sat down onto my chair in my corner and typed away on my computer, until I received a message.

Yuyu, 9:20 am: Good Morning :D, Nina has something waiting for you at the door!

I giggled and put my phone down to walk to the door to open it. I see Nina holding a Starbucks sandwich bag and holding my drink. “WE GOT THIS FOR YOU!” Nina giggled, I bent down to her level and smiled brightly. “Thank you Nina~ Would you like to go put it on my desk?” I asked, she nodded happily and ran inside, taking her shoes off first, before running to my desk corner. “She’s so energetic for the morning.” I looked up and saw Yunho smiling down at me. He held out his hand and helped me stand up, he was in a black suit, white button up on the inside, with shiny slick black shoes. He had two silver rings on, and his married finger was bare. I wanted to smile at the thought of him being single, but that’s just rude for someone who just got cheated on and divorced. I snapped out of my daydreaming and spoke, “Nina is an energizer. Just like her father.”, my comment made Yunho smile and chuckle deeply. “I’m glad. It’s okay for her to be here early right?” he asked, concerned. “Of course. Me and her can play princesses-” “DADDYYY~” Nina interrupted what I was saying, Yunho apologized and looked at his daughter. “Yes baby?” “Come in and play.” Nina pouted. Yunho looked at me, as if he was asking if it was okay for him to stay for a bit, “come in come in.” I motioned him, closing the door behind us, hearing the alarmed door lock for safety reasons. I watched as Yunho looked around the classroom, his tall figure could touch the ceiling if he was any taller. I sat down on the carpet with Nina as she played around with blocks

Yunho sat down next to me and watched his daughter ramble and play around. He sighed, but not a negative sigh, more of a relaxed one. “You’ve changed.” “hm?” I hummed, turning to look at him. His eyes connected with mine and I felt my heart flutter. “From college. You used to hate looking after kids and such..now you’re a teacher, being surrounded by little kids all day.” he chuckles. I blushed and focused back on Nina, “yeah..well.. You know, people change.” I said as I was quite embarrassed because I started liking the idea of kids when I imagined me and Yunho having one. “You would be a good mom.” Yunho commented while watching Nina. I could have choked on water if I had any in my mouth, “w-what makes you say that?” I stumbled. “I just know it. I mean we grew up with each other, plus you’re so caring and protective of kids, even if you personally don’t think so.” Before I could reply, Nina walked up to us and handed us some dolls. “I’m princess! You and daddy can be king and queen.” she smiled innocently. I looked at Nina big eyed and mouth a gap, this must have caught Yunho off guard too because his ears started to turn to a shade of red and he coughed awkwardly. “Nina sweetie, you can’t say things like that.” Nina pouted and whined, “it’s okay Yuyu.” I whispered, getting up I walked to my desk and picked up the coffee. “Thanks by the way.” I blushed, shaking the drink lightly, “ah, no problem.” Yunho smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, he stood up awkwardly and cleared his throat. “Okay well, thank you for the fun morning, I have to head to work now. Nina be good, take care y/n, I’ll be on time, this time, I swear.” He says, “Don’t keep promises you can’t keep.” I joked. He just laughed and nodded, “see you later.” He smiles, before heading out the door, the door closing slowly closing behind him, I watched as his broad shoulders slowly went out of view.

The day at the school went by fast. The kids were now taking their scheduled nap time, I made sure each kid was comfortable and tucked in before going back to my desk. I silently typed away on my computer, creating plans for the next few classes. I felt my eyes close slightly from the calm, tired atmosphere. I drank my water to stay awake and continued with my tasks, and before I knew it, the school day ended. Every kid greeted their parents, I waved goodbye to each kid with a smile, “see everyone on monday!” I cheered. Looking around the classroom, Nina sat patiently on the waiting stools. “Come on Nina, let’s go outside.” I said, she smiled and happily hopped off the small stool and ran to me, taking my hands into her small ones. I turned off the lights and made sure to have everything before locking the door. “Daddy isn’t here yet.” Nina pouted. I pat her head, “I know sweetheart. He can be late again. How about we sit out here and play a game?” I said. “What game?” She gleamed, I hummed, thinking of a small game that could still be stimulating for her, “how about I spy?” “how do we play..” she tilted her head. God, she was so cute, just like a smaller version of Yunho. I chuckled and sat her down on a step, while I sat down next to her. “If I say I spy..I will give a hint on what I'm looking at and you guess.” I said, Nina nodded softly like she semi understood. So I started the game, “I spy something with green.” Nina looked around, “..hm..tree?” she asked looking at me with a nervous look. I nodded and cheered, “yes that’s correct! Great job Nina~” I smiled, making Nina happy. We played like that until Yunho appeared a few minutes later, he got out of his car and opened his arms as soon as he saw Nina run to him. “Thank you.” he says and I smiled back. “No worries. I think Nina enjoys her time with me, right Nina?” “Yes~~ You’re the best!” she cheered as Yunho put her into her car seat. “I think I owe you dinner for always watching my daughter.” Yunho laughed while closing the door. “I’ll take that offer one day.” I said lightly, grabbing my keys out, actually parking closer to the school this time. “Get home safely Mr. Jeong.” I waved bye, Yunho bit his lip before saying bye back and getting into his car.

Multiple weeks passed, and weeks turned into months. It turned to a routine of Nina getting to the school early with my Starbucks order in her tiny hands as Yunho looked at her fondly. Each conversation with him became close again, just like old times. Sometimes I would think he would blush, but I always turned down that thought. We were only friends and that’s it. For this particular day, school was on break and I didn’t have a lot planned since I was far from family, and I rarely went out so hanging out with friends wasn’t an option. Somehow Nina heard that from a conversation with a coworker, and here I am in front of Yunho’s and Nina’s house. The house was actually quite big, it looked like two stories, the front yard was covered in light snow, decorated with cute Christmas decorations for the upcoming holiday. I rang the doorbell, feeling the cold getting to me despite wearing a warm thin sweater with an oversize hoodie with some warm leggings with beige fur boots. Yunho opened the door and smiled brightly, “Welcome y/n.” he greeted, allowing me inside. I walked in and was hit with the warm air and the smell of hot chocolate in the air. Nina wanted to make hot chocolate with marshmallows, she was dying for you to try it.” Yunho said, his hand accidentally brushing against mine as he was walking past. I blushed and softly nodded, “if you get too hot, you can leave your hoodie on the rack.” he says before rushing back to what I would assume is the kitchen. I walked in that direction as well and was in awe. The kitchen fridge had drawings by Nina pinned to it, with small photos of Yunho with his family and friends. One photo made me smile and blush. It was an old photo of us from college, his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, we were both gleaming with bright smiles on our face, the party strings and confetti stuck in our hairs. “We grew up so much huh.” Yunho commented, seeing me look at the picture. “Yeah, it’s unbelievable.” I said looking at him. I don’t know why it was still awkward between us. It could be me..I don’t know how to stop thinking about him. He clouded my thoughts 24/7 and I couldn’t get him out of my head. “Let’s go sit down.”

A few hours passed, mainly filled with movies and laughter from Nina as I watched Yunho play with her during slow scenes of the movies. It was nice to see him like this, I wonder why his ex would cheat and say she found someone better. He was a busy man, but he always tried to make up for his time by spending extra time with his daughter and cooking and playing with her. “Can I call y/n mommy now?” Nina asked innocently. That comment made me snap out of my thoughts. Yunho stopped giggling and sat up straight. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why do you say that Nina?” He asked seriously. “Because she reminds me of mommy, but better.” Nina said, pouting. I just got up from the couch, “sorry Nina, but I have to go.” I said, patting her head softly before rushing to the door. I heard Yunho telling Nina to stay where she was and I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I reached the door and opened it quickly, rushing outside, only for my wrist to be caught by the person I didn’t want to look at. “y/n? What’s the matter?” “Nothing Yunho, I just have to go.” I said deadpan, I wanted to cry, tell him I loved him, but how can I without ruining our built friendship again? Yunho’s grip tightened around my wrist then I felt his other hand spin me around, forcing me to look at his chest. “Look at me,” he said sternly. I never heard this tone from him besides the times I would cry into his chest about my pathetic, toxic ex boyfriends. I was shaking slightly, maybe from the cold, or the fear of looking Yunho in the eyes. With the little courage I had, I looked him directly in the eyes, I watched his eyes soften, “Why are you trying to leave-” I cut him off, tears were in my eyes, “Yunho, please let go of me. I need to go. I can’t stay here, I’m sorry. I love Nina, but what she said... I can’t handle it. I can’t handle it because you will never see me like that.” I started, getting out of his grip, backing away slowly. “I loved you Yunho, I actually still love you. Since we were kids, but you will never see me like that, and I don’t want Nina to think I’ll be her new mom when we aren’t anything.” I continued. I didn’t even want to wait for a response, I just rushed to my car, starting it and leaving before Yunho could stop my car. I knew he didn’t love me back…but how wrong I was.

Days went by, then it was weeks. I called my assistant to tell them I got sick and wouldn’t be in for a while, I ignored every text and call that came from Yunho. I really only responded when I knew it was Nina texting from her speech pattern and little kid spelling. I couldn't face him, not after what I said. Was I being childish? Sure, but feelings make you feel like that. I want to hold him, hug him, have him tell me it’s okay, but he’s not mine, and he would never be. I wiped my tears with my tissues as I sat on my sofa with an oversize t-shirt and shorts, used tissues filled with tears and snot covered the table as a twilight movie played in the background. Way to go y/n, a grown adult crying over a problem I made myself because I couldn’t control my emotions. The movie was loudly playing until my doorbell started to ring louder than the tv, I sniffed and paused my movie. I silently groaned, not wanting to open the door. I was going to ignore it, but remembered I was sad enough to deliver food and thought it could be my poor uber eats driver holding my two pizza boxes and cake desserts with extra whip cream. I got up and wiped my face to avoid being asked if I was okay. I didn’t bother looking at my peep hole, what a mistake. As I opened my door, Yunho stood there. He was wearing a simple black tee and gray sweatpants with gray jordans. I wanted to close my door, but he caught it. “y/n..please. Let’s talk.” He says, his voice soft enough that it made me want to cry. I didn’t have the energy to try and kick him out so I just moved away from the door and stepped back. “I just want to talk about the last time I saw- are you crying?” Yunho began before seeing my bloodshot eyes, I turned around not being able to face him. “N-No I’m not.” I said trying my best not to sniffle. Yunho sighed and walked in completely, closing the door behind him. I didn’t want to look at him, until I felt his arms wrap around my body, his hands automatically wrapping around the waist. His warm body heat transferred to me and I wanted to cry even more. He slowly turned me around and gently placed my head against his chest. “You can cry..it’s okay.” he whispers. I cried into his chest, tears kept falling, and Yunho just held me in the middle of my home. I probably spent half an hour just crying into his chest. It was like the old times, and my heart ached. Yunho’s shirt was soaked by the time I slowly got out of his warm hug, despite it being a black shirt, it was noticeable I was crying into it. “I’m sorry Yunho..I’m sorry..” I began to apologize. Yunho just looked at me sadly and gave me a small supportive smile, “y/n love, it’s okay..” he whispers. My head started to ache in pain as the crying took a lot out of me, I groaned softly and put my head against my forehead. “How about you go upstairs to your room? I’ll bring you medicine.” Yunho offered. “What? No I’m okay-” “Stop lying to me please. Just go lie down. I’ll figure out where your room is later.” Yunho said sternly. Not having the energy to argue, I just simply nodded, before heading up I mumbled, “my room is the one on the right at the very end.” before walking up the stairs.

As I laid down on my bed, my head began to hurt even more, Yunho came into my room a few minutes later with a glass full of water, and some head ache medication. He set the stuff down on my night stand, and glanced around my room. My sanrio stuff animals on one side of my bed, and some small posters of music and photos of trips. He chuckles, like seeing my room matched me perfectly. “What?” I mumbled, blush growing onto my cheeks. “Nothing..nothing. Your room just fits you that’s all.” He smiled, sitting on the edge of my bed. I didn’t say anything, too scared to speak to him now that he was in my room. I basically confessed and now I have to deal with the rejection. I reached over and took the medication pills and gulp down the water before laying back in bed. “So..can you just reject me, so we can move on..” “reject you? Why would I reject you?” I frowned at his answer, did he enjoy my pain? “You came here to say I’m sorry, I’m not interested right? So go on and reject me!” I said loudly, ignoring the thumping pain in my head. Yunho just shook his head, “You’re unbelievable.” “what?” I took offense to his comment. He stretched over to the point he was hovering over me, I could feel his warm breath on my face to my neck. His long body completely covering me. “You never even let me answer you that day.” He mumbles, “Because I know-” “No you don’t y/n. Listen to me y/n, I love you as well. I always been so scared to hurt our friendship, and when we graduated. Fuck, I regretted not telling you. Yes I got married and I have my beautiful Nina, but the love never felt like how I love you.” I was speechless. Yunho liked me, like actually likes me. “I..Yunho..” I tried to talk, but nothing came out. It was a lot to process, but my headache made it worse. Yunho looked at me, biting his lip before I felt his lips against mine. It felt so good to have him on me, I kissed him back, our lips molded together like it was suppose to be like this. We kissed for a few more minutes before I pulled my head back to breath. He was so breathtaking, no words could express how good he looked. “I..let’s talk about this later..maybe..” I mumbled. He tilted his head, “Your head still hurts?” he asked, I nodded in reply. He hummed then gave me a kiss on my cheek, “I have an idea. But I need your permission.” he whispers. I furrowed my eyebrows, “What is it..?” I questioned. “Well, I heard from some friends and maybe some articles..that sex helps..but only if you want it.” he whispers, his eyes focused on me. My mouth was agape, not knowing how to answer. I mean, SEX WITH YUNHO? YES, but my mouth couldn’t say it. “I’m..I’m okay with that.” I mumbled, looking up to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t have full sex if you’re uncomfortable. Just let me take care of you. Safe word princess?” My head buzzed, because why was he like this, so caring and sexy. I just wanted him. My head clouded with thoughts of him. “Hmm..it can be red.” I whispered, feeling his chest through his t-shirt. He gave me a smile, before his hands gripped my hips, he gave me a quick kiss on my forehead, before his head reached down to my stomach.

His lips kissed my stomach, reaching my lower region, his hands handling my thighs. He gave quick licks to my inner thighs. I squirmed at the feeling, but my lower region gushed with need. “Yuyu..please.” I whined. He chuckled darkly, “you’ve been calling me Yunho the whole time, so go ahead. Keep calling me Yunho. Or maybe you can call me something different.” He teased, his hands softly rubbing my thighs. “S-Sir please..” I whined looking down at him. His eyes grew dark and he smirked. I lifted my lower region and he gently took off my shorts and panties, his hands immediately cupping my cunt. I let out a soft moan as his fingers rubbed my folds, the feeling was new, but I wanted more. I felt his hot breath and he suddenly landed his tongue onto my folds. My hands tugged on his hair, pushing him deeper into me. His tongue swirled around and sucked. I moaned out, “mhm.. Fuck..sir, feels so good.” He detached himself from my cunt and chuckled, “Yeah? You feel good baby?” He whispers, his voice an octave lower. My head was hazy, his lips touched my cunt once again. He began sucking on my clit, pleasure spreading throughout my body. My nerves were on high, I felt my head fill with dopamine, as it felt so good. My lower region was tightening and I squeezed my thighs together, softly squeezing Yunho’s head. He gripped my thighs and spread me out, opening me more as he lapped over my cunt. “I..I” I couldn’t speak, only moans and groans could be let out. “Go ahead and cum baby.” He mumbled before continuing his action. I felt myself release in his mouth and he kept eating me out as I was calming down, turning sensitive. “Y-Yu..too much.” I whined. He detached himself and I saw my juices around his mouth, as he used his fingers to wipe his mouth, I watched as he inserted his own fingers covered in my juices into his own mouth and he hummed. “You taste good baby.” he smirked. My body was tired, but my headache was gone, I gave him a drunken smile, “Do I now?” I said, feeling like I was high. Yunho just smiled and got off of my bed, “I’ll be right back.” he says, before leaving my room. He came back a few minutes later with a warm towel and more water. “Where’s your wardrobe, for your underwear.” He asked, looking around at the multiple cabinets. “Bottom left on the 3 layer.” I said, he walked over and opened it. I saw him smirk and grab an underwear then close it. “We have to use those toys next time.” He commented, I blushed at his comment. He gently wiped me, knowing I was still sensitive, and changed my panties. As he finished, he helped me drink water then put the blanket on top of me. He laid down next to me, I saw him take off his shirt before his body went under the covers. His arms wrapped around my waist, making me a small spoon in the bed, and I blushed. His head snuggled into my neck as he gently left pecks. “Let’s rest for now. We’ll speak later.” he whispers. I nodded and felt my body get tired, but I knew how I should feel now. Loved. He was in love with me, and I was in love with him. “I love you yuyu..” I mumbled before closing my eyes. “I love you too, my princess.”

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 51

‘I did it because having you alive and hating me, is better than not having you alive at all.’

Claire’s heart broke at hearing Chris’ words. Judging by the look on Loki’s face, she had a feeling that his heart did too…

Loki said nothing at first, his mouth was open in shock at Chris’ admission.

‘You… you knew I didn’t want to be turned.’ Loki said gruffly.

‘You were dying in my arms, Loki. I loved you, so much. More than anyone else. When I first held you as a baby, I knew I’d do anything for my little brother. I was not about to just let you die.’ Chris yelled at Loki and turned away, his back to them.

Loki looked down, Claire saw the pained expression on his face.

‘If you just stopped killing innocent people, like dad did. You terrified me that day.’ Loki said quietly.

Chris turned around. ‘It’s not that easy. I’m addicted to the feeling I get when my victims are scared, the rush of power and the taste of their blood, it’s fresher and rich, I can’t help it. You’ve never been able to accept it, but I don’t care.’ Chris growled low.

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. ‘I get it, Claire’s blood is the most delicious thing in the world, but I can control myself. I can stop without killing her. You could too, you don’t need to kill them after!’

‘I don’t care about them. Their lives are just fleeting in comparison to us, it will happen sooner or later. Whether I’m here or not. Vampires will overtake.’

‘Would you say that if your soulmate turns out to be human?’ Claire asked.

Chris glared at her. ‘I don’t have a soulmate.’

‘You do, somewhere.’ Loki said. 'Every vampire has a soulmate.'

‘I’ve been to every single town and city in the world, spent weeks at each place, searched in clubs, bars, restaurants, everywhere. A soulmate for me doesn’t exist.’ Chris snarled, though his voice broke a little near the end.

‘Tell Loki what you told me about your job.’ Claire said softly.

Chris clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at Claire, then he looked at Loki with a sigh. He put his hands on his hips.

‘Fine. You want the truth? Look, I’m sorry for kidnapping Claire. For trying to hurt you. I was jealous when Claire first came along, that your soulmate literally just walked right into your life when I’ve spent centuries searching for mine. Then when dad told us about the school board wanting you to have my job, I snapped. I love that job, I love my students, vampires and humans. Seeing them thrive and grow, getting excited for being accepted into Universities or Colleges that they applied for, getting jobs that they’ve dreamed of. Helping the young vampires work their way through their first few years where their instincts are at their strongest. The thought of it all being taken away… especially by you, just made me see red. You’ve got everything I want, but you wouldn’t have if I didn’t turn you. Being a vampire isn’t so bad, is it? Better than being dead, surely? Yet you’ve never forgiven me for making that decision, to save my little brother in the only way possible.’

It was then Loki’s turn to get emotional. Claire saw the realisation wash over Loki’s face, his eyes began to water as he stepped backwards until he was leant against the table for support.

‘I… I didn’t realise you’d been searching for your soulmate. I also didn’t realise how much it affected you when I was hit by the car… I’ve been a fool… You’re not wrong, being a vampire is better than death. I just… I just didn’t see it at the time and was so angry and scared at the same time, it clouded my judgement. I’m… sorry, for not being thankful that you saved me. For not ever listening or giving you a chance.

I looked up to you so much, Chris. As my big brother. You were always there for me, looking out for me. When I was told about you and dad being vampires, I was crushed. Though I did come round to the idea, when dad explained about the blood bank… but then I learned that you didn’t agree with it. I was scared of you, the way you just drank from humans and killed them without care. That was a side to you I had never seen, didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to become like that, so when you turned me, I was terrified about doing the same. I've got your blood literally running through my veins, not just as brothers.'

Chris eyes widened a little at Loki’s words, his stance softened and he wasn’t quite as guarded anymore. ‘Scaring you was the last thing I wanted to do, I never wanted you to see me like that… I didn’t even want to tell you about us being vampires but dad was insistent about telling you the truth. That’s why my relationship with him dwindled even more, he just went ahead and told you anyway. I was scared of it causing a rift between us, and rightfully so. That’s exactly what happened.’

‘I would have found out sooner or later. I was beginning to wonder why you and dad never aged.’ Loki sighed and paused for a second. ‘I don’t want to take your job. You didn’t listen to me when dad told us. You are good at it, I know that. I was all for telling the board I didn’t want it and that you should remain the head teacher, until you went nuts and tried to kill me. That’s the first time I’ve genuinely thought you were actually attempting to murder me.’

Chris looked down. ‘I know. I’m ashamed to admit that I think I was, I just saw blind rage. I can’t excuse it.’ He shrugged and looked back up at Loki. ‘I can’t change who or what I am. But part of who I am, still cares and loves his little brother. Always has done. Always will. Even it that means being hated, at least you’re alive.’

Loki and Chris stared at one another for what felt like the longest time. Then, eventually, Loki stood up straight and walked towards him, Chris wasn’t sure what he was about to do at first. Though Loki opened his arms and hugged him tightly. Chris was frozen on the spot for a minute, his brain took some time to process what was going on.

Though the moment Chris put his arms around Loki in return, both of them instantly felt a relief of sorts, the love and bond they once had when Loki was younger came flooding back. All the good times and memories.

When they let go from the longest hug, they both had watery eyes. Though as they both took a step backwards, Claire was sat on the chair at the side, in floods of tears at the scene. They both turned their heads to look at her and chuckled.

‘You guys… That was… so beautiful.’ She sobbed and pulled her cloak round to wipe her eyes.

Chris rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. ‘Well… I’m away to go back to the hunt before it’s all over. I’m sorry, Claire. For kidnapping you and scaring you.’

Claire stood and walked over to Loki, still wiping her eyes. ‘I… I understand why you did. Though not to say it wasn’t scary at the start, but I’m glad that something good has come out of it in the end.’

Loki nodded in agreement, he put his arm around Claire tightly and kissed the top of her head.

‘Though if you ever hurt or kidnap her again, brother or not, I’ll beat the shit out of you.’ Loki growled at Chris.

Chris smirked and as he walked by, he patted Loki on the shoulder. ‘Sure you will, lil bro.’

Loki felt a strange sensation in his heart. It had been a long time since Chris called him that, he used to always use that nickname for him. It made him smile a little as Chris headed out the door and took off.

Claire wrapped her arms around Loki’s waist and hugged him tightly. Loki pressed his face into her hair and he breathed in deeply.

‘Let’s get you home.’ He hummed and squeezed her tightly.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #loki fic #the redbridge hunts #chris motionless #vampire loki

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galaxywolfpup · 3 months

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I'm absolutely tired of yuri with children/incest so here's what I found so far that has adults (with stories I like personally)

Manga/Manua/Manhwa:

-Childhood Sweetheart Liaoliao

>>as it states, a woman is trying to win over her sweetheart's, tho the story is from the sweetheart's perspective. They cross paths after spending years apart when the woman becomes her sweetheart's boss at a fashion design place

-Show Me Your Bust (NSFW)

>>college life story: the protagonist catches a glimpse of her best friend's voluptuous chest after her shirt got wet with beer. She wanted to see them again really badly

-Addicted to Her (tw, parental abuse)

>> age gap here: The CEO (32) of an entertainment company ends up falling for a girl (21) over a decade younger than her. The CEO has only ever used sex as an outlet to vent her frustrations and never enjoyed it until she meets this young girl who not only shows her true pleasure, but courts her in ways that makes it impossible for the CEO to resist (personal fav so far; the art is absolutely gorgeous)

-Long Awaited Feelings

>> a girl is brought back to life 3 years before her sudden death and 2 years after she broke up with her girlfriend. This time she won't let her get away

-Your Scent is a Little Sweet

>> has the alpha, beta, and omega thing going on (yes, these are humans). People know who is who via smell. Alpha's and omegas both have times where they go into heat and that put the protagonist in a bit of a pickle. She thought she'd never have to worry about it until she met this one girl who she ends up sleeping with

-Bad Thinking Diary (NSFW)

>>TW sexual violence, there are consent issues here. College life; it starts off with a girl having a sex dream about her BFF. She tells the BFF who has been in love with her since high school.

-Love Thy Neighbor (NSFW)

>> 15 year age gap (read this out of curiosity and it wasn't bad); 25y/o vet student helps her 40y/o neighbor who's being harassed by violent debt collectors who are really after her husband (his as is nowhere to be found) and things go in a heated direction

Anime:

Not found yet

I do plan on updating if I find more

#wlw #girls love #yuri #yuri manga #yuri anime #lesbian #addicted to her #show me your bust #childhood sweetheart liaoliao #long awaited feelings #your scent is a little sweet

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Manon: I feel it's such a shame, sweet Miss Rachel, that I only get to present three gentlemen. I've done my best to convey two so very different personalities to your dear heart, and now a third, but heavens what if none of these gentlemen sprinkle your smile, or flutter your belly, or make you sigh at the sight of them?

Klaus-Ove: Somehow I hoped I had a bit of a fair chance, of making Rachel smile, flutter and sigh at the sight of me, but hey...

Manon: Yes, sweet pup, but for all your honourable artistic qualities and quirky attire, your cute smiley eyes AND your receding hairline, let's not deny that you are far too young to woo Rachel, or to woo any woman. Take Mr. Hardenes as an example, make something of yourself first. Or like Mr. Les, TRY to. You need time to ripen!

Klaus Ove: Life's too short and precious for that!

Manon: Oh?

Klaus-Ove: Did you notice, Miss, that the winds around this island completely reversed about five times, since we're here? Did you notice those fantastic cloud formations, created by it? And that one ray of sun we got, touching over this swaying grass, making the silk in your gown flash with blue, ever so briefly?

Manon: I... I was of the impression you were attentively listening to my presentations?

Klaus-Ove: I was! I notice everything! And sometimes it makes my whole being ache. You stood there so goldenly beautiful, when that one ray of sun touched you. Life crashed on me. If only I had my sketching pad with me.

Manon: ...

Stam: And I thought I was passionate!

Klaus-Ove: Hahaha. Orbin, you saw! And that made me feel connected. To you, but also to what was happening. That's the thing. I'd love to live this life alongside someone special, who feels the same, and sees the same. Someone sweet and calm like Rachel. It would be like flying and rooting, at the same time. A double experience. Why should I wait for that? It's awesome to be a pair with a loved one.

Manon: Ah! And you know all about that! Because you have an identical twin! Yes, dear Rachel, should you fall for this youth, you'd better keep your wits about you, because you could see double, and I know these two are prone to pranking, a lot!

Klaus-Ove: Hahaha! True! But Bo-Espen still lives back home in Aurora Skies and we're both students broke as hell, so no travelling just for pranks. For the moment. Hahaha! No worries, Rachel! Or?

Manon: Hihihi... Mr. Larsen! Stop this farce! My goodness, poor, poor Rachel, don't get into this myriad of confusion. Love should be pure as a ray of light...

Klaus-Ove: I know, Miss. I promise. Rachel won't have a shred of doubt about who's who. I'll be her guy, not Bo-Espen, she'd feel it always and ever. Besides, there's one thing that tells us apart. I can't handle modern technology. Simply can't. But he's a real computer nerd.

Stam: You can't? Ha! This is great! What about your profile on Honeyfinder? Did your brother set it up, not you? Who does Rachel see, on there? How is she ever going to get in touch with you?

Klaus-Ove: Easy, Stam. Rachel and I go to the same college, I'm not particularly invisible, I might just bump into her at the cafeteria tomorrow! Now that I have my antennae out for her!

Orbin: Priceless. I love this.

Manon: And why would love need technology? That inter-net-da-ting-site? Isn't it purely a thing of the heart? I can't imagine...

Klaus-Ove: Miss? Shall I state my declaration of love now? Yes? Okay. So, hello beautiful girl. Rachel. There's something about you that spoke to my heart...

Stam: ... when my brother told me about your profile...

Manon: Gentlemen, please!

Klaus-Ove: Hello beautiful girl. Rachel. There's something about you that spoke to my heart. As if we view life in the same caring, loving way, and abundant. Yes, I'd like to stay at home with you, cuddle on the couch, reading stories to each other, me drawing you. You drawing me? Haha. Talking and exploring, showing each other all the little things that make our hearts swell. And those long walks, shall we bring a dog or two? I love dogs! You and I could be a solid team. Embrace life and lift each other up along the way. But first, let's just meet, and laugh, over a cup of hot chocolate. Maybe we both walk home smiling after that. And I know you'll inspire me to create something beautiful. Write me!

Stam: Write me. Right.

Manon: That was heartfelt, Mr. Larsen. And what an enigma you are. One moment you're a frolicking puppy, the next an aged wizard watching life.

Orbin: Very accurate, I think, Miss de La Haye.

Manon: Oh, my head is spinning. Let's please bring this debacle to some kind of closure, my lovely confusing big little nibbles. I'll get off my wooden box and join you for a last bow to Miss Rachel Murray. Line up, dears, let's change into our formal apparel and send her a kiss.

(see that kiss tonight in the final episode of this little AU mini story!)

(prev)

#a man for rachel #@kimmiessimmies #ts3 #sims 3 #intermezzo AU mini story

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I hope these questions aren’t offensive, you can just delete this ask if they are… Did it help you, mentally speaking, to be officially diagnosed as ADHD? Like, is it easier to know for a fact you’re neurodivergent and not just,,, weird? I’m pretty sure I’m autistic, and only undiagnosed because I’m a girl and I test well (my brother is autistic and has the same tendencies and reactions I do, but he got dx’d at 5), but on the other hand, what if I’m wrong? And I’m also a broke college student, so I’m kinda waffling on whether or not to actually pursue a doctor’s opinion, but I thought I’d ask your advice first, since you’re both a complete stranger and have gone through something similar

Anon, you sent this in SEPTEMBER, my apologies, it got pushed down a bit in my askbox.

The thing is...okay I'll talk about the psychological impact in a minute, but I also feel like it's the least relevant aspect, for me. Whatever a diagnosis did for my sense of self, what it also did was give me a document that impacts everything else in my life.

With a diagnosis I have access to medication that materially improves my condition (which is less the case with autism than with ADHD, admittedly). I have access, should I want it, to accommodations for my disability; those are imperfectly applied, you often have to fight hard to actually get them implemented, but especially as a student you would be given access to things like longer time periods for tests, study aids like audio recordings of your required reading, extra tutoring, pre-registration access to classes, etc. based on need.

This bleeds over into the mental health aspect a little, but I am also more confident in my research on ADHD because I have a medical doctor's opinion that yes I do indeed have it (and evidence of that from the efficacy of the medication).

In terms of whether it helped me mentally/emotionally...research is ongoing, I suppose. It didn't emotionally devastate me the way it did my mother, when she was diagnosed late with learning disabilities, but she came from a different generation and didn't grow up with a sibling who was diagnosed young, so she had different issues than I do. There is some bitterness about my late diagnosis, but that's situational, and I'm old enough to know how to work through/past it. I suppose it gives me more confidence in asking for informal accommodations -- recently at a party I asked someone if we could move rooms because I couldn't process what they were saying over the two conversations happening behind me -- but I was already pretty good at that. I'm having to re-examine some basic beliefs I held about who I am, but that's not a bad thing, just unpleasant to be in the middle of.

So now to the heart of it: "What if I'm wrong?"

First, almost nobody who self-diagnoses is whole-cloth wrong when it comes to neurodivergence. They might have the wrong diagnosis, or might not fully understand what's going on, but when that "Oh, I'm different" light flicks on, it's usually for a reason.

Second, okay, what if you are wrong? It's okay if you're just weird. You won't be punished for being Neurotypical-But-Weird any more than society was already punishing you, so you risk nothing in getting tested in that sense. You don't lose any ground, and you gain some self-knowledge. Might not be the self-knowledge you wanted, but it's not going to kill you.

True, there is the cost to consider, but as a student you should be able to go to the campus health center and at least get more advice on how testing would work, the costs etc. Your school's disability office, if they have one, may also have resources in that regard. It IS important to get adequately tested -- a lot of people miss a diagnosis because their evaluator's idea of testing was "asking combative questions and dismissing the answers" -- but more knowledge is always better than less.

The only downside to testing is that if you do get an official diagnosis, that can follow you for life -- earlier discussions I've had about this have brought up the fact that it can impact job placement, whether you're allowed to adopt or care for children, and other issues surrounding the way we punish people with disabilities for being disabled. A diagnosis of Autism can impact you legally. But I also think it's worth it to know and to have documentation that says you need accommodation.

I mean. This hasn't been the most fun process in the world, but I do think it's been one of the most important things I've done in my life. If you felt strongly about your self-diagnosis I'd say don't bother with the official, just live your life as if you had one, but it sounds like you have a lot of self-doubt -- so I'd work, as and how you're able, to lay that doubt to rest one way or another.

#sam has adhd

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rogerswifesblog · 3 months

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A/N: Hello! Sorry for being so incredibly inactive but…I don’t have an explanation. I’m a bit unmotivated. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter even though it might be a bit sad. Don’t hate me, I’ll make it up to you…I hope

Warnings: heartbreak, betrayal, cheating, not Peggy friendly, not Steve friendly, homophobia (from Steve:(), internalised homophobia (also Steve.), yeah Steve is a total dick, don’t hate me

Pairing: Silver Fox Steve Rogers x College student Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

“Bucky you have to come out at some point, you know?”, sighed Wanda while leaning against the bathroom door, in which Bucky had locked himself in since this morning. “No. I don’t want to”, he hiccuped back, sitting on the other side of the door.

He didn’t want to face anyone, especially the realisation that Steve didn’t care about him at all. More than that. He just used him for his needs. Bucky felt humiliated, used and dirty.

And stupid.

He just felt incredibly stupid for all that.

But Steve seemed so…trustworthy. How could Steve turn out to be so different? And how could Bucky be so naïve to believe him. All the lies he had told him. Everything just so he’d sleep with him.

“Bucky please…come out, I’m getting worried”, Wanda interrupted his train of thoughts. She was right. He should come out, talk to her but he was embarrassed to admit how stupid he was.

Sighing he turned they door key, immediately feeling how Wanda opened the door, making Bucky fall onto the living room floor.

Wandas apologising face came into his view and he swallowed hard, knowing it was time to open up.

“He…he’s married. And he used me. Just for fun”, Bucky hiccuped.

Waking up in Steve’s arms was a great feeling. He felt his warm arms around his body, Steve’s solid chest against his back and…slightly hard cock. Excitement immediately rose in him, arousal too.

A sleepy smile crept onto his lips as he slowly turned around, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Could this be his future? Lazy sex in the morning? Waking up in a tight hug? Surrounded by the smell of Steve and soft silky sheets?

But as soon as Steve opened his eyes Buckys little dream of a domestic relationship broke.

“Fuck”, was the first thing Steve said, looking at the digital clock next to his bed before moving in lighting speed. It was only 9 am? Maybe he had to go to work? Even though Steve had said he’d want to eat breakfast together, have a coffee…and it was also Sunday. He wouldn’t be working on a Sunday morning at 9 am, right?

“You have to go. Now.”

With that Bucky got even more confused, sitting up. “Do you have to leave or-?”, before he could finish his question Steve threw his clothes at him, while Bucky sat up, “no. Go. Fuck off. Go home or whatever. You can’t be here”,

“I don’t get it-“ “oh my god, I’m a speaking in a different language? Don’t you understand me? Get.the.fuck.out. You were supposed to leave after we finished. God damn it. I never fell asleep”, the last sentence was only a quite mumble to himself.

Steve wasn’t even looking at Bucky while he was putting on his jeans. He didn’t even notice Buckys teary eyes. The trembling lips. He didn’t give a damn about him.

But he had promised-

“It was all just sweet talking you into my bed, don’t you get it! I wanted to fuck a tight young ass with a pretty face. You are one, Beck”, even saying the wrong name showed how little Steve cared. He didn’t even remember Buckys name. Ouch.

“Let’s talk about it-did something happen-?” Bucky tried to say something but steve only laughed coldly. “I can’t believe it. You either dress now or I’ll throw you out naked, I don’t care. It was just for fun”, “but you said-“ “I said many things you wanted to hear, that’s all. Now get the fuck out before my wife and kids come home and see you, you little fag.“

Bucky had no idea at what point he got up, but the next thing he felt was a painful tingle in his palm when he slapped Steve in the face.

They looked at each other for a second, Bucky now openly crying while quickly putting on his cloths and leaving the bedroom, immediately looking for the way out, not fully remembering where the frondoor was.

Bucky heard Steve’s steps behind him, so he glanced one last time at the man he had hoped to wake up every morning from now on, before slamming the door closed.

He probably imagined the hurt expression on Steve’s face.

“Oh buck….”, Wanda whispered when Bucky told the whole story, wrapping his arms around him. At this point they were sitting in the living room on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace and cozy blanket. “I’m so sorry…you did nothing wrong-“ “I shouldn’t have trusted him”, he interrupted her with a hiccup.

“No, no…it’s not your fault. He is the one who leads you on. He’s the one who did it all on purpose. He manipulated you”, the woman whispered wisely, kissing Buckys tremble gently as he quietly cried into her shoulder.

Bucky spent most of the day wrapped in the blanket, eating fast food and tons of ice cream before passing away on the couch late in the evening, tears still drying on his cheeks from all the crying over Steve.

Even though Steve had broken his heart the days passed and with every next morning the pain stopped to be so noticeable, till he completely stopped thinking about Steve. Well, not completely but it didn’t affect his daily life anymore.

So after six months he finally managed to go on a date with a nice guy from grindr, Broke. From the start on the conversation was great, they talked about random stuff and also serious topics. It just…clicked.

After leaving the restaurant Broke walked him home, gave him a kiss goodbye at his door and went into the direction of his home, looking one last time at Bucky with a sweet smile.

Maybe this was how it should’ve happened. Maybe he had to get his heart broken to meet someone who’d treat him better.

Bucky invited Broke to his place after the sixth date. Even then nothing happened besides some making out and light touches. He felt comfortable with Broke. Bucky could tell he wouldn’t be played this time. Not like Steve had played with his heart.

Even though he really tried not to think about him, he had to admit the older man still crept into his mind sometimes. Not that it surprised him. Steve was the one who took his virginity and then treated him so awfully, who wouldn’t think back to that sometimes?

He told Broke about Steve after two more dates. He understood Bucky and promised not to rush him with intimacy.

They were officially together after the tenth date.

A month later they said the first ‘I love you’s, even though Bucky didn’t feel the movie-like butterflies in his stomach, but he believed it might have been just a myth. The butterflies in the stomach probably didn’t exist.

(He tried to ignore the memories of how his whole body had tingled when Steve had kissed him.)

Even though everything went smoothly, he could tell the happiness wouldn’t last for much longer-and he was right.

Alpine disappeared.

“Maybe she just went out for a short walk? You know, to enjoy the weather-“ “Broke, don’t try to calm me down, I know she’s not just out for a walk-she hates going outside! Besides, it's raining!”, argued Bucky, looking one more time into the little cat house she was usually sitting in.

Nope, still gone.

A son escaped his lips. “What if-what if someone steals her? Or worse-a car runs-“ “then let’s go, we’ll look for her.”

But they weren’t lucky, even after two hours of looking for alpine everywhere.

“Where did she go-Brock, what if-“ “Baby, stop crying. She’ll probably come back soon”, Brock sighed, slowly getting annoyed at Buckys behavior. He understood the cat was important to him, but he just didn’t want to listen more to Buckys whining.

“But I can’t go to sleep now-she’s not home, she’s not in her bed and she can’t sleep outside-she’ll think I abandoned her-“ “oh my god, shut up. I’m tired. It’s nearly ten pm and we were walking through the city for hours. I want to go to sleep”, Brock hissed at Bucky, making the younger man's tears fall quicker.

a sighn left brocks lips as he pulled bucky into a hug, “sorry…im just tired. We’ll look for her tomorrow, promise”, with that he managed to pull Bucky with him to the bedroom, even though it was harder than he hoped.

What Bucky didn’t know is that the alpine was safely sitting in a stranger's living room, after having found an open window and climbed inside.

Comfortably sitting in a little boy's lap, being pet by him. “-I don’t wanna go to bed yet, please! Dad I don’t want to”, he whined, while looking down at the cat and then back at his father. “Harrison Joseph Rogers, I’m not gonna continue this discussion. I gave you thirty more minutes to pet the cat, but now it’s nine thirty and I want to see you in your bed in ten seconds”, Steve said, crossing his arms.

He could see his son wanted to argue more, but he only furrowed his eyebrows, put the cat down and stomped to his room. “As stubborn as his father-“ “not any less than his mother”, Steve said when Peggy entered the living room. “Touché.”

“But now the more important question…what do we do with the cat?”, asked Steve’s wife, placing a bowl of water onto the floor. They both watched as she drank. “I’ll check the address tomorrow. It’s not far from here so I can go there in between meetings. Tonight she’ll stay here…it’s raining”, Steve petted the cats head. She was very sweet. Familiar in a way…it’s like he had seen those blue eyes before.

He sat down on the couch, watching as the white creature walked over to him and jumped onto his lap. Even though he had never been a big cat person he scratched behind her ear, noticing the small old rip in it. She must have been though some stuff, but her new owner cared about her a lot. He could see it. This person must be worried sick since she ran away. “Who do you belong sweetheart….”

He looked at the little badge at her collar. Alpine Barnes. Hm. It sounded familiar….

But he was probably imagining it. It was just a cat.

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eddieexcellence · 2 years

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SOUR CANDY

part ii: the princess and the dunce

E. munson x fem!reader

Synopsis: back in Hawkins for spring break, the reader is back from college. She gets sucked into the madness again for the fourth time with her best friend and younger friends. Plus an unexpected and unwelcome face.

Type: fixit fic, angst/comfort, enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: cursing, pining, the kids being little shits, girl gang vs. steve, lots of sarcasm, probably not proofread v well

Authors note: hi, this chapter is a filler with harrington storytelling, little interaction between reader and Eddie, and some back story. If you’d like to be on the tag list please reply and I hope you like it! 🥲

The group gave you a more detailed rundown, what they brainstormed so far, and quite honestly you almost felt useless with everything they told you. Nancy and Robin had an appointment with the director of Pennhurst Asylum, and their fake portfolios were already made to play the part. The kids had already stole Ms. Kelley’s office keys and broke into the school for student files to get more information on the victims. You had to give Steve a not so gentle whop on the back of the head for that one and an angry, “you’ve turned my kids into little felons, Harrington!”

“You act like they were any better under your watch, Y/l/n!”

“Oh shut up!”

And they tried to breeze through the Eddie bits, but you had already bounced back from your prior shock and anxiety. Your usual sarcasm and witty remarks whenever Eddie was mentioned or in the picture equally as fierce as if you weren’t deep down a nervous wreck.

“Boy if he wasn’t wanted for murder and Hawkins wasn’t in danger this would be his absolute wet dream.” You nonchalantly threw in in the middle of the recap.

“God Y/n gross!” Dustin groaned. “Leave the man alone, he's not even in the room!”

You shrugged, “even better.” The young adults rolled their eyes besides Robin. She was amused by all your antics.

“Hm, you still need her help now?” Steve retorted to the younger curly head boy.

The lanky blond raised her hand, “I need her for her emotional support if this is what she has to bring to the table.” This caused Nancy to look down, biting her lip trying to remain stoic. Robin never got to really hang out with you before you went to college and she was highly disappointed Steve never made it happen sooner and when you did it seemed only when your lives were in peril.

“No, Robin, no!” Steve protested. “She’s supposed to be the big brain with her big girl pants on. I didn’t realize her common sense went out the window in college.” He then clicked his tongue directing his puppy dog glare to Nancy. “Oh wait I did!”

You and the other older girls looked amongst each other, feeling like scolded children. You all covered your mouths and bit your knuckles trying to remain serious, before you all busted out into giggles.

“My common sense isn’t out the window,” you clarified, calming down. “I’m still the big brain with the big girl pants on. Also I 100% believe Eddie didn’t commit the murders, but unlike this close minded town that believe what the little birdies tell them, I have a genuine dislike for him for genuine reasons.”

“You would like him if you gave it another chance!” Lucas piped up, Dustin agreed nodding.

Steve shook his head, “no no no no, Sinclair you sure did it!” He was pacing the floor like crazy with his hands on his hips.

You could only offer a bitter smile at their naivety. You never offered any insight about the ringleader when the boys called you at college telling you about the Hellfire Club they joined because you didn’t want to burst their bubble. Even if he treated you, the preppy kids, and the jocks like dirt, he still had a heart of gold towards the outcasts or ‘his sheep’. You had even considered yourself one of his sheeps long ago.

“I did give it a chance, so you can ask Munson next time you see him, get his hot take on the topic.”

You finally had enough of the grill session of your personal history with the dark curly haired man that still seemed to plague your life even after you graduated. You wanted to stop talking about him all in general for the rest of the night. “So he’s just laying low at the boathouse while you figure the nitty gritty out?” You hummed curiously.

“Pretty much,” Dustin said. You nodded, getting up, walking over to Mike’s dusty bookshelf. You grabbed a stack of the D&D guidelines and the boys old campaign books heading to the stairs. “Wait where are you going?” He asked.

“Quite honestly, at the moment it seems everything is sorted. There’s no play where my piece comes into the plan for now. I’m home two days earlier than expected, and if my mom sees my car in the Wheeler Driveway she’ll have an actual aneurysm if I didn’t stop home first. So how about I get settled, take some of these D&D books home and do my own research. I still have my walkie so call me when you need me, yeah?”

“You’re not going to help me watch the kids while those two play break in?” Steve said incredulously.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh I thought you were babysitter of the year?” You ruffled his hair endearingly.

He swatted your hands away, “stop I already know your grubby fingers are covered in sour candy powder. It's the equivalent to an old man chain smoking cigarettes all day for you.” You teasingly wiggled your fingers towards him giggling.

“Steve she is right though,” Nancy spoke up. “She can help us later, right now we have the plans in order.”

You gave him a knowing look, “See there are other young ladies here with a big brain and big girl pants on. I’ll check in when I get home and let me know when to come back!” You left the residence before any more protests came from anyone.

Your house was empty when you arrived, which was perfect because you didn’t want to be smothered by your parents at the moment. With Eddie on the loose, they probably would try to keep you locked in the house for the break. You couldn’t have that happen so you had to plan now. You ran up the stairs leaving your luggage by the front door going straight to your room. You pulled a box from the bottom of your closet underneath hidden by other boxes so if your mom tried to snoop she couldn’t find it.

Walkie talkie-check, old copies from all the research you’ve done over the years-check, a small array of weapons like a handgun you nicked from your dad’s office and hunting knives-check, a flask of some unknown alcohol to calm the nerves-double check.

You clicked the walkie talkie on, making sure it was signaled into the channel you all agreed on.

“Does anyone copy?” You asked.

“Yes Y/n, we copy.” Steve huffed and annoyed you left him on a goose chase with the kids. Max threatened to bring lawyers into this if he didn’t do as she said. So here he was driving them all around.

“Well, well, well,” another voice cut in through the speaker. Your throat ran dry, and your skin felt like pins and needles, and you could feel your chest get warm, and a blush crept up your neck. It’s been almost a year since you heard it. “Princess of Hawkins not the voice I’d thought I’d hear over the walkie but not the most unpleasant thing to happen to me the past few days.” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and husky as if he just woke up but still oozed a venomous bite.

You gulped, feeling the hair on your arms stick up so much for not talking about him for the rest of the night.

“The dunce of Hawkins? Oh golly, congrats! I didn’t have high standards for you, but here you are setting the bar lower than I ever anticipated: Hawkins most wanted.” Your tone faux sweet like honey.

You heard the walkie click and unclick a couple times as he went to respond, oh you got him good. You just had a feeling.

“If I knew you were coming home I would’ve robbed a bank too just to impress you, sweetheart.” You could hear the slight falter crack in his voice, but you knew a sarcastic toothy grin smile was on his face by the end. His dimples imprinted in your mind. You knew that smile too well.

“Mm, I’m not the one you need to impress, but a penny for your thoughts Munson?” You cooed fakely.

“Pray tell, Y/l/n?” He sneered.

“When we get this fucking mess over with and you’re cleared, you’ll have to impress the hoarde of sheep listening to the news mumbo jumbo.”

“Good to know,” was all he said. You smirked to yourself satisfied leaving the conversation at that as you went to retrieve your things.

In Steve’s BMW, they all heard the exchange between the two. He rolled his eyes, he could cut the tension between you two with the knife. It was almost comical that everything he was worried about was coming true.

“What’s with the fifth degree between them besides him breaking her heart?” Lucas asked.

“It’s not my place to tell-“ Steve started to say, but Max cut them off.

“Dodo brains, you really can’t tell or pick up on any of the hints? She is obviously still in love with him! Even after he broke her heart!” She acted like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That might be a little far fetched and exaggerated, Max.” Steve made a face. Love, that was too strong of a word to describe how he at least knew how his best friend felt back then. Maybe a crush, then he would say she finally wised up and realized how much of bozo Munson was.

“Then what is it Steve?” Max pried.

“Yeah I would like to know more about the Princess and the Dunce.” Lucas added, quoting the two.

“Sounds like it’s a canned script for a John Hughes movie.” Dustin egged Steve on.

“I-I don’t know,” he laughed nervously, gripping his steering wheel harder.

The kids could see he was hesitating, so close to telling everything.

“If you don’t spill the beans, I’ll get the lawyer involved.” Max glared at him through the rear view mirror.

“Max what the hell!” Dustin looked at her, she just innocently shrugged. She had no problem blackmailing Harrington if it’s one of her final days. He knew he would forgive her later.

He took a deep breath sighing, “fine but if any of this is known to Y/n, you did not hear it from me!” The kids cheered. “Y/n saw what you all see in him. Whatever that may be.” He mumbled the last part under his breath.

“If you could believe it, they used to be pretty close in middle school. Even convinced the brat to ditch me and get her to play Dungeon and Dragons with him.”

“Y/n played?! That’s sick!” Dustin exclaimed excitedly.

Steve smiled thoughtfully, “yeah I would say so.” Even though he didn’t mean sick the way Dustin meant it. “Anyway, as you guys know she was always a sweet and kind girl. Most people called her a goody two shoes, but Y/n had some tricks up her sleeves.”

Lucas cleared his throat, “what kinda tricks? Magic?” Dustin snorted at that.

“She loved comics as much as you guys do, and had a sweet spot for metal music. That’s what the princess and the dunce bonded about. She hated every class but Art. She was wicked good at it too.”

“Wow Y/n sounded so cool, how is she even friends yet alone best friends with you?” Max asked in awe.

“Ha ha ha, we’ve been best friends since diapers if that helps you comprehend.” Steve started to get annoyed with the mocking and comments. “If she and I met in high school pre eddie we wouldn’t have been friends. Now post eddie is a different story.” Lucas went to interject, but was stopped. “I’m getting to the point, Sinclair.”

“Y/n and I got to high school, Eddie was a junior. Girl didn’t care about reputations. Boy she got ragged on for talking to him and hanging around him. That’s when I think she really started to like him too. He didn’t have that uneven buzz cut anymore, embraced his quirks more, he had that whole Motley Crue look going on, really grew into himself. Let’s face it though my hair is still better, I wasn’t graced with Harrington as my last name for nothing.” He fixed his hair subconsciously.

“Yeah we know too much about you, more about Y/n.” Max interrupted.

“Rude,” he rolled his eyes. “So it was the end of the school year and we had the End of School dance coming up. Y/n was excited and talked about potentially asking Eddie to it. Mind you this is when we started to hang out with some older kids in our classes. They teased her a lot about it. That even if he was ‘freak’, and to have been so lucky to have been asked by a sweet goody two shoes like her; she was a pipsqueak freshman asking a junior out to a dumb dance that only freshmen really went to anyway. It was gym class and she finally had the courage to ask him. She was nervous, the upperclassmen were teasing her, but she didn’t care. She approached him and asked, he just looked wary. He stared at the group of us not too far away from her and him. He seemed to connect his own dots, accusing us of putting her up to it by asking him. He insisted it was a prank or initiation the upperclassmen made her do to get into the crew. The upperclassmen were laughing hysterically about the ordeal in general, but the fact she got rejected because he genuinely didn’t believe her that she wanted to go to a dance with him.”

“That’s awful,” Max shook her head. She felt bad for both you and Eddie. She admired you, she watched you stick up to Billy for her. She never had anyone do that outside her family, not even Billy’s girlfriends treated her so kindly like you did. She thought you deserved nothing but good things in this already messed up world. That went for Eddie as well watching him accept her three friends into Hellfire with open arms he even tried to get her, but she politely told him she doesn’t play.

“Yeah and the thing with Y/n is, she bottles most of her feelings besides happiness and anger in. She doesn’t get upset, she gets even. The summer before sophomore year was the worst because she just changed. Stopped being as free spirited and careless in the ways that made her great, and became careless and reckless in other ways. She started hanging around the douchebags I hung around more often, even tried to join the cheerleading squad.”

“I remember that! She was the worst cheerleader!” Lucas chuckled.

“When the other would go right and she would go left!” Dustin hollered. Max flicked both of them in the ears.

“What happened to her and Eddie though?” She asked impatiently.

“What you just heard a few moments ago, Eddie became the match or lighter to Y/n’s Molotov cocktail. Did you think there was something else Mayfield?”

Max shook her head, “that’s not fair.”

Steve just shot her a tight lipped smile, “that’s what happens though. Life doesn’t treat you fairly as we all know by now.”

“Do you think they would ever make up?” Dustin asked.

“$10 bucks if they do.” Lucas quipped, sticking his hand out.

“$15 if Eddie makes the first move!” Max shook his hand.

“Whoa whoa whoa, you do realize these are the two most stubborn human beings you’ll ever meet?”

“I’m going to put $10 on Y/n, she mildly scares me.” Dustin spit on his hand and held it out. The three others scoffed in disgust.

The younger teenagers looked at Steve expectedly. “No, you three aren’t roping me into a bet about my best friend and her love life!”

“If she’s your best friend, she’s so stubborn, and you know her so well this should be the easiest bet of your life Harrington.” Dustin grinned.

“Oh god I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he stuck his hand out. “Use your other han- oh gross c’mon Henderson! I have to put this hand back on my steering wheel!”

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yermes · 8 months

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PAC: 🍁

School started for me and starbies just came out with their seasonal fall flavors so even though I am a victim of broke college student fevar I went to starbs bc whats $15 when yr already in a fuck ton of debt. So I went to starbs with my roomie to get some PSLs. But while we were there one of the baristas was just losing their absolute fucking mind at another barista who was just trying to help these young highschoolers not be late. Like???? Screaming at her not to touch anything and she can’t fucking jump the line my heart literally broke. If I had any money like fucking dollar bills I would have given them to her. Like so fucking awful. But honestly so many people are under appreciated. I literally spend my life taking care of people who claim that. “They only think of others, and they never put themselves first, or I am JUST SUCH A CARE TAKER.” But when push comes to shove they’re no where to be found. A READING FOR MY UNDER APPRECIATED MOTHER FUCKERS SO YOU KNOW HOW LOVED AND VALUED YOU AREEEE.

(I know most of you are mystics who wish to be the most esoteric babe in the mystic forest, who has to work a 9-5 so this is for youu)

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The cards

Nine of Wands (Reversed) 🧸

Yesod, Lord of Great Strength, Moon in Sagittarius, 10°–20°. Angels Yirthiel and Sahiah

You are putting something off in so you can help others. Something is being delayed. You are intentionally abstaining from something which in turn is causing you to spiral. Maybe your ass is working the rush shift everyday and your coworkers are assholes and you cannot bare to leave that anxious toxic ass mess. However, you owe it to yourself to find a better environment. People don’t leave because the security of which is offered but are you actually secure or are you comfortable in your mistreatment?

find people who will do better and will work with you and match your energy.

Futility 🪒

Moon 3. In Aquarius, Netzach in Air, seven of swords

The seventh suit. A notably unlucky suit. You have been backed into a corner and you need to get your way out. Now this isn’t a gun fight its a fight of wits. You need to use your cleverness to escape. Honestly, maybe a toxic friend or person you know led you down a dark path? Maybe you got love bombed so hard and led with the promise of love and compromise you fell so hard and breaking every bone on the way down. Be safe. Get out of there

Back rooms level RUN!

Fortitude (Reversed) 🫁

Daughter of the Flaming Sword, Teth, Serpent

Damn bitch you gave so much of yourself you became ill and have been weakened SEVERELY. You are also getting resentful which is hard. Like you said you were this strong ass bitch who could do anything. So you did everything and now you have egg on your face. Some athletes get trained so hard and so extreme they die. You’ve been giving so much mentally and emotionally you weakened yourself. You wouldn’t workout till death why would you give so much till failure?

Make room for yourself and forgive yourself.

The Star 💫

Jupiter in Aquarius, Chokmah to Tiphareth, Air

Its the hope that guides us all. You have such a deep well of love in that little heart of yours. The way its telling you to go is the right one. However, an off putting aspect is there may be part of the code thats got a bug, which makes your hopeful manifestations plagued by illusions. Live in the moment. Be confident of nature and your gut. Somethings may not be clear now but day by day and little by little you will find out more and more.

Take care of yourself and protect your peace

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Story/vent: once again athlete student life os difficult and I am shoving this reading in so that I can feel productive. Plus I love yo do it!

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Life update - returning to college and how it feels as an older student

First off, for any new TAOL readers here, welcome! Thank you for your comments and for investing so much of your time in binging The Anatomy of Love. I just want to apologize again, to both older and newer readers, for my agonizingly slow comment moderation and my lack in replies. I'm not ignoring your comment out of maliciousness or anything like that - I just lack the time and mental energy but that is not to say I don't appreciate your support!

As many of you who've read my previous post and/or chapter ANs are aware of, I've returned to university to finish my 2nd degree. English/literature had always been a great passion of mine but not the most practical career path for me, so I had to quit it in my youth.

Years later, I'm finally pursuing my dream through the best english program my country has to offer and it is everything I could dream of. The academic quality is superb and every day I am working and studying myself to the bone, reading nearly a dozen books a week and typing papers until the words start swimming on the screen.

Among these joys lie the challenges as well. One being that I lean toward the older side of the demographics, which puts me in a minority as opposed to the many young and fresh-faced college students. I've made many friends and met many classmates who assume I am as young as them but their jaws drop when they realize my real age. There is certainly a discrepancy between us in terms of life experience and more, but it is also refreshing and often enlightening to hear perspectives and ideas from the young, creative minds of these trailblazers.

Being in different generations definitely feels weird at times, but what's truly strange - and even a little heartbreaking - is seeing all these young students strive so far and work so hard to the point that the competitiveness created becomes toxic and detrimental to their health.

I have a classmate who is taking 20 units worth of classes (when 12 is the average given how intense the workload is), has 3 part-time jobs, and commits 20 hours of volunteering a week. During an exam day, a window fell on him and broke his arm. Instead of going to the hospital, he insisted on taking his exam with a broken arm because he could not make time to accommodate for his wellbeing.

I met a freshman girl who suffered a mental breakdown when she got rejected from all the school clubs after dozens and dozens of interviews.

The reason behind all the intense competition is because many of these students are fresh out of high school where they've spent the past 4+ years committing to 10 extracurriculars and 20 Advance Placement classes and 1000 volunteer hours so that they can graduate at the top 1% of the class to (hopefully) attend such top universities. But it gets to the point where we're taught that instead of learning for the sake of learning, we're learning for the sake of getting that piece of paper aka the diploma.

And there are many professors who can recognize the difference between the former and the latter in a student of theirs. And there are many professors who will refuse to give even their A+ students a Letter of Rec because they feel that student is not genuinely passionate enough for whatever grad school or internship.

When I was 18 and crying over the stress of nursing school and feeling I was too dumb compared to everyone else, I wish I had someone to tell me to take a deep breath and RELAX.

So now I want to say it for any new or incoming college students that might be reading this: Relax.

Your career will not be over if you do not get into that club. Your social life is not dead just because nobody invited you to a frat party. You are not a loser if you don't have 10+ best friends. You getting a B or C on a paper does not mean your final grade can no longer be an A.

Yes, go to your professor's office hours but talk to them about things besides the coursework - let them get to know you as a person rather than as just a student. That's how they will really remember you among all the other students, and that's how they'll be able to write about you in their letter.

No, you're not dumber than everyone else. That's your imposter syndrome talking. I promise you that whatever idea, question, or concern you have about the course material, there is 100% another student in your class who shares the exact same thing. If you're struggling, 100% there are other students in your class who are struggling as much as you. Don't compare yourself to your peers because we're all battling our own problems and insecurities but we're just hiding it. Focus on yourself.

Be nice to everyone you meet no matter what because you never know what networking opportunities will arise in the near or far future out of that one interaction. Within 1 month of school, I was already offered an internship at a prestigious publishing house just because I let a girl in class borrow my book and we ended up becoming close friends. That network chain was conceived all because I was just nice enough to share my book with her in class.

Most importantly, be nice to yourself! You are smarter than you think you are. And just because you didn't achieve your goal, that doesn't necessarily mean it's your fault or you're a failure. Sometimes to get to your destination you need to take a different path compared to the path you see everyone else taking. And sometimes it's just not meant to be... yet.

Anyway, I'm extremely lucky and privileged to be able to say I am enjoying my 2nd round of university (especially after much pain and suffering in the first round). Which is a major reason why my updates for TAOL have been erratic and my comment moderation slow, but I will continue to do my best in updating whenever I can!

(And if there's even the slimmest chance one of you readers here might be attending the same uni as me, let's vote Chris Pine as our speaker! We must get the arts some representation and love)

Thank you for reading and I will see you soon in the next update 👀

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douglass-fir · 1 year

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Bonus Scenes: Phone Booth Epiphany

// Spoilers ahead. I recommend you read the full fic before the bonus scenes.

The Phone Booth Epiphany

When Seokjin enters an old phone booth in a lavender field, his world changes forever.

🌾 Rated E, 25K words 🌾 slow burn 🌾 warm slice of life 🌾 farmer jk, writer jin 🌾 fluff & smut 🌾 angst w/ happy ending 🌾 kinda magical

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/33940855/

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Bonus Scenes

/// Spoilers Ahead ///

These bonus scenes are raw and unedited—a weird combo of storytelling, Q&A, and just dumping my thoughts. But I hope you enjoy them! Let’s get started!

Part I: Q&A

Did former visitors to the farm regain their memories of the village once the spell was broken?

Yes! As a recap: visitors to the farm lost their detailed memories about their stay after 1 year—when a new visitor arrived.

When the spell broke, memories of their stay were all recovered! As you can imagine, more than a few former visitors returned to the farm to explore once their memories returned (more on that later.)

Mrs. Ahn mentioned that Jeongguk had other lovers. Did everyone who visited the farm fall in love with Jeongguk?

Definitely not. In fact, Jeongguk was just a kid when the village first disappeared. Most of the people who visited were simply expecting a relaxing vacation, often with their families. They had a nice time, hopefully felt inspired to pursue their dreams, and went home. Seokjin falling in love was an anomaly, but an important one, because it’s what motivated him to figure out how to break the spell.

What was Seokjin’s greatest wish (that broke the spell), specifically?

Seokjin’s greatest wish was to write a children’s story inspired by someone he loved, and be able to read it to them.

How did Jeongguk's parents pass away?

[CW // minor character death.] I hesitate to include this, because it's dark and can bring the mood down. But if you like darkish themes: When the spell first trapped the villagers in a "bubble", Jeongguk's parents were one of the brave souls that attempted to test the boundaries of how far they could escape past the village's borders. Unfortunately, they discovered that any original residents (those under the curse) who tried to escape the village, were immediately vaporized upon touching the border. This is why you never see Jeongguk go beyond the Phone Booth, even when taking Seokjin to the bus stop.

Part II: About Jeongguk's Lovers

Before Seokjin, Jeongguk had two other lovers. Once you hear about them, it’s a little easier to understand why Jeongguk told Seokjin his greatest fear was “being forgotten”.

One of Jeongguk’s lovers was a businessman who visited just two years before Seokjin. Unfortunately, after he returned home and his letters went unanswered, the man took this as a sign that Jeongguk had simply moved on. He quickly got distracted with the demands of his corporation, and one year later, had no memory of his brief affair with Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s first love, however, is a more interesting story. A case of young, summer love:

Jeongguk is 19 at the time, and a handsome, young college student visits the village with his parents. Jeongguk was not prepared for the ripple of nervousness that raced through his hands when he lays eyes on the young man’s dimples and soft smile. This was all new for him. Jeongguk keeps his anxiety at bay by helping around the farm, but Mrs. Ahn doesn’t miss the way he blushes and turns his face toward the ground when the young visitor is around. Or the way Jeongguk awkwardly shuffles his feet and plays with his hands when he talks to him as he reads on the porch.

Mrs. Ahn doesn’t want to be pushy, but she finds her chance to talk to Jeongguk one evening as she steps into the kitchen. He’s sitting in the corner, nervously pushing food around his bowl—a magic-8-ball of emotions playing out on his face.

It takes some gentle prodding, but eventually he cracks. “It feels weird sometimes. When he’s around,” he confides.

“Who, Jeongguk-ah?” Mrs. Ahn said as she glanced at him, trying to school her expression.

“…Namjoon-hyung.”

“Ahhh..” Mrs. Ahn says, holding back a knowing smile. “He’s nice, isn’t he?”

Jeongguk catches her eyes and nods shyly.

“So, what you’re feeling…would you call it a good weird, or a bad weird?” she asks.

Jeongguk thinks about this for a moment, staring at his food as if he’d find the answers among the grains of rice. “Feels like both. Like, sometimes it feels like my heart is racing, like it’s trying to work it’s way out and my chest isn’t big enough to hold it back.”

Mrs. Ahn hums.

“Other times he looks at me and I just wanna hide,” Jeongguk blushes, feet shuffling beneath the chair.

“Jeongguk-ah…” Mrs. Ahn chuckles. “sounds like maybe you have feelings for him? Do you think you like him?”

“Don’t know.” Jeongguk scrunches his nose, a little embarrassed.

“It’s okay not to know,” Mrs. Ahn assures him. “That’s half the fun, Jeongguk-ah. Discovering your feelings, finding out if he feels the same…”

“But he’s going to leave, isn’t he…” Jeongguk pouts.

Mrs. Ahn grows quiet. “It’s true, darling. He will leave. And there’s…there’s a good chance he won’t come back.”

“They never come back,” Jeongguk pouts.

Mrs. Ahn squeezes his hand. “Someday, Jeongguk-ah. Someday. Someone will come back for us.”

Jeongguk’s eyes get glassy as he keeps his eyes on his food.

She continues in a hushed tone. “We don’t know when we’ll be free, my dear, but here’s what I do know: love, Jeongguk-ah, is a gift. And contrary to the storybooks, it doesn’t last forever,” Mrs. Ahn says with a regretful cough. “It’s a mysterious door that, if you’re lucky, opens at least once in one’s lifetime,” she says softly.

“If that door opens for you, dear boy—and the person on the other side is worthy of your heart—you run. Run through it and don’t look back,” she says as she tucks a curl behind Jeongguk’s ear. “Sure, it may hurt down the road. You may have moments of regret. But embrace it. Feel everything life offers you, Jeongguk-ah.”

She brushes a tear from Jeongguk’s cheek.

“Love and pain—they’re twins, you see. They hold hands. Don’t reject one just to avoid the other, my dear.” She squeezes Jeongguk’s hand. “To love someone…is a rare thing. Nothing else in nature gets this opportunity. So if you see that door open, Jeongguk-ah…be brave.”

And so—he is.

Jeongguk and Namjoon have their first kiss on the porch two nights later, fingers tentatively linked, barely brushing as their legs hang from the swing.

Namjoon is Jeongguk’s first kiss. His first love. His first everything. Tender and kind, understanding of Jeongguk’s quiet nature.

Unfortunately, the inevitable happens and Namjoon has to return home with his family. They promise to write each other and Jeongguk holds his breath. Namjoon goes off to college in the States and writes Jeongguk as promised, but the letters never arrive. Namjoon is heartbroken, but one year later, his broken heart fully heals when his memory is wiped clean.

That is, until years later.

Namjoon is married, sitting on the couch, watching the news with his daughter climbing him like a tree. Jimin is sitting beside them, tucked under his arm.

A news story plays about a missing village returning, and Jeongguk’s face flashes on the screen, describing the history of the town to a local reporter.

In a single moment, it all comes back to him. The village. The kiss. Jeongguk.

Namjoon sits up, breathing heavily, looking at the screen.

Jimin turns to face him. “Joonie? Joon, are you okay?”

“I…” Namjoon grabs Jimin’s hand and squeezes. “…I think we need to talk.”

Namjoon knew he needed to return. Though his romantic feelings were far behind him, he needed to know he hadn’t imagined it all. Jimin, always understanding, held his hand the entire drive to the village.

Namjoon thought it would be awkward as he knocks on the farmhouse door, but the moment Jeongguk recognizes him and tackles him in a huge bear hug, he knows everything will be okay. As soon as Jeongguk lets go, he embraces Jimin and their little girl without explanation. Namjoon can see it on his face—the joy in knowing that someone you care about is happy and healthy.

The two families form an instant bond. Seokjin and Jimin turn out to be a chaotic pair—troublemakers that bring out the best in everyone around them. Jeongguk adores Jimin’s playful, affectionate nature, how he dotes on them all like he’s known them all for decades.

Needless to say, Nabi and their daughter become thick as thieves, and the two families become virtually inseparable.

Together, Jimin and Namjoon fall in love with the village, and with who they are when they’re there. Connected to the earth, connected to each other.

So eventually, after several visits and lots of late night, heart-to-heart talks, Namjoon and his family move to the village for good. He ultimately takes a job as “village security” (but he hopes once the media frenzy dies down, he can help more with the actual farming.) Namjoon’s heart is full. All those years ago, his soul told him the village was home. He just needed an unlikely path to get there.

As for Jeongguk—in a way, he feels as if he’s come full circle. With Namjoon, Jeongguk first learned to feel the warmth of love—to risk putting his heart close to the fire. And with Seokjin, he let the flames consume him.

Part III: What happened to Seokjin's letters?

Jeongguk knows he was never far from Seokjin’s mind during their time apart, but he doesn’t realize how painfully Seokjin pined for him until long after their reunion.

Seokjin admits to him that he did, in fact, write to Jeongguk as he promised. Jeongguk figures it’s a few letters. Maybe a dozen. He is not prepared for the giant crate of letters Seokjin hands him the day he finally moves in.

“This heavy thing…” Seokjin says as he hefts the large box into Jeongguk’s hands, “belongs to you, bun.”

“For me?”

“I wrote you every day, just like I promised.”

Jeongguk looks into the box, filled with stacks and stacks of envelopes.

He bursts into tears.

It’s a lot of letters, and Jeongguk soon finds that it can be emotionally heavy to read them, so he takes his time.

Maybe one per week.

Seokjin can always tell whenever Jeongguk has read another one, because he’ll come down the stairs in the morning and notice a new, miniature painting on the wall.

You see, Seokjin often described his memories in his letters, or things he encountered that Jeongguk or Nabi would’ve enjoyed.

So now, Jeongguk takes some of the things mentioned in the letters (like parks, or flowers, or animals Seokjin describes; or memories from their time together), and turns them into small paintings. He hangs them in the hallway, forming a timeline along the wall. So in some small way, the moments they were apart become tethered again. The story and the illustrator.

Seokjin’s favorite among them is a painting of the two of them, watching the fireflies.

Part IV: Nabi's Father

Jeongguk didn’t know much about Nabi’s father. No one did for that matter, not even Mrs. Ahn. The woman only knew that her daughter, Eunji, had a brief affair with a visitor.

Eunji assured her that it wasn’t anything serious. They were just friends.

So it’s a surprise, a year after the spell breaks, when Mrs. Ahn opens the door to her cottage to find a dashing young man, holding flowers nervously in his hand.

Mrs. Ahn’s eyes widen at what she sees.

His high cheekbones. His dimples. His heart-shaped smile. The elegant curve of his nose.

It’s Nabi. He looks like Nabi.

“I’m so sorry, I just, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Hoseok…I saw the news and I—I just wanted to see if it was real. It was real…wasn’t it?”

The hours and days that follow are an avalanche of highs and lows. Hobi learns of Eunji’s fate. He meets her daughter, Nabi, and nearly crumbles at the way his heart swells.

He knows. They all do.

What follows are many tender conversations between Hoseok and the family. They learn more about each other. Hoseok is a dancer that spends his time traveling the world with his partner (also a dancer.) He never planned on or suspected he’d had a child.

Though they all agree on a paternity test, Hoseok makes it clear that he has no intention of taking Nabi from her home—from her family. “But I’d like to be part of it, if you all will accept me?” Hoseok asks tearfully.

Mrs. Ahn crosses the room and kisses his head. “My dear boy, you were part of this family before you even asked.”

The tests confirm their suspicions, so they set out to find a way to explain this to Nabi in a way she can understand.

An idea hits Seokjin late one night as he’s snuggled in bed. He untangles himself from Jeongguk’s arms and sits up to turn on the nightlight. He grabs a notebook from his bedside table.

Jeongguk groans at the loss of his favorite pillow. “Hyungphh…what’re you doin’, come back.”

“I gotta jot down an idea, Jeongguk-ah. ‘Gonna go sit at the desk. Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Noooooo,” Jeongguk whines as he holds Seokjin closer. “You’re so warm.”

Seokjin chuckles and pushes at him. “Okay then—roll over,”

“Huh?”

“Put that hard body to work, baby. You’re gonna be my desk,” Seokjin says as he gives Jeongguk’s thigh a few smacks.

“M’kay, hyung—” Jeongguk sleepily rolls over completely, laying on his stomach so Seokjin can rest the notebook on his back. Seokjin smiles as he feels his warmth radiate through the paper, pages rising and falling to the rhythm of the younger man’s gentle snoring.

The next morning, Seokjin shares his idea with Jeongguk, and the younger man’s face grows soft as he wraps his arms around Seokjin.

“Hyung, your mind is the prettiest place. This is perfect.”

A few days later, they’re sitting around the fireplace after dinner, and Hoseok is teaching Nabi a special “flower dance” where he lifts her into the air so her ‘petals can reach the sunshine’.

Nabi giggles as Hoseok lowers her to the ground and she eventually plops, exhausted, into Seokjin’s lap. She leans over and whispers to Jeongguk, sitting beside them, “Oppa, I like him very much.”

Jeongguk sees his chance.

“Stay right here, peanut,” he says as he exits the room and comes back with a large notepad in hand.

Jeongguk sits on the floor beside Nabi and leans into her side. “Nabi-yah…what if I told you that Hoseok is family too?”

Her eyes light up. “He is?”

Hoseok smiles and nods from the other side of the room, trying to give the two their space.

“He’s a special kind of family. Let me show you.”

He flips to a clean page on the pad and leans forward to draw. “You were a gift to us, weren’t you, Nabi-yah…”

“Yep!” she chirps.

“Okay, a gift from where?”

“From the stars!” she recalls from a tale Mrs. Ahn told her a long time ago.

“That’s right, smart girl!” Jeongguk says as he draws two tiny stars on the page.

“You see, a long time ago, Hoseok and your eomma each took a piece of their stars, and put them together to make a new star! That’s you, Nabi-yah. A little piece of Hoseok’s star is in you!” he smiles as he tickles her with the end of his pencil.

Nabi giggles and rubs her tummy, as if she can feel the star inside her.

Jeongguk continues drawing, “And the universe thought you were so beautiful, and so bright, that it sent even more stars to protect you. Your very own constellation.”

He draws three more dots on the paper. “This star is Halmeoni, this one is me, and this star is Seokjin-oppa.” Jeongguk then connects all the dots on the page, forming the shape of a heart.

Nabi lets out a delighted gasp and reaches out, placing her small hand inside the heart.

“So you see, these stars will always be your family—will always be there to love you, our most precious star-baby,” he ruffles her hair. “Do you understand?”

She looks at Hoseok and crinkles her nose as she smiles. Hoseok’s smile mirrors her own, and Jeongguk’s heart melts.

“It’s okay if you want to take some time to think about it, peanut—”

“It’s wrong…” she interrupts, matter-of-factly.

“It’s…wrong?” Jeongguk says, pulse racing.

“Where is Yoongi-oppa? Where is Tae-oppa?”

The room fills with silent joy and relief. “Nabi-yah, you’re right!”

Jeongguk says as he adds two more stars to the page.

“And what about Namjoon-oppa and Jimin-oppa and— ?”

“Okay! Okay! Two more stars, coming up!” Jeongguk giggles and lifts the pad up. “See peanut? Look at all these stars! Whenever you look at the night sky, I want you to see them and remember all the little lights sent to love you, okay, baby?”

Jeongguk can’t help but tear up as he says it. Nabi can’t help but notice.

“Okay, oppa,” she whispers and bonks her head against his. “Are you sad?”

“No, peanut,” he says as he pulls her onto his lap.

“Then why do you have tears?” she says as he looks up at him.

“They’re not tears, peanut,” Seokjin says as he leans into Jeongguk’s side. “Just a little stardust.”

Part V: What kind of parents are Jinkook?

i’m obsessed with the idea of Jeongguk being the “super responsible” parent, and Seokjin the CEO of spoiling Nabi rotten.

For example:

Seokjin takes the family out for a fun day at the park. Nabi tugs on his sleeve and asks for a treat, but Jeongguk is like “Okay, Peanut—but only something small, we don’t wanna spoil dinner.”

Six minutes later, Seokjin comes back with this:

Jeongguk protests but Seokjin comes prepared with his Premium Pout and Jeongguk is fucking weak.

So Jeongguk sighs and looks down to Nabi, whose eyes are suddenly full of stars, softly blinking as she pouts her bottom lip like a little jelly bean.

Jeongguk scoffs and turns to Seokjin.

“WHO taught her that—did you teach her that?!”

Seokjin just grins and hands each of them a fork.

They eat it all, of course.

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neonpaperlanterns · 1 year

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Should have listened

If Adeline’s grandmother knew what her precious granddaughter was about to do she would probably have a heart attack. Her Oma had filled Adeline’s young mind with tales of Fae and mischief. How she needed to respect them and what they represent. That she should never follow after stray cats and ignore the whispers she heard in the night. Those were simply tricks played by Fae trying to lure young children away from their homes. She had taken this all to heart and followed all of her Oma’s teachings.

Though as time had gone on and she had gotten older she believed less and less in the warnings she had been given. She still respected what she learned. Never went anywhere after dark or wandered too deep into the dense forest that encompassed the majority of her town.

“Ade, get on with it!” a fit of giggling sounded behind her as she glared at her friends. Four sets of grinning faces looked at her from the safety of the car. The headlights illuminated the encroaching gloom. A shiver went up her spine as she looked into the woods. Her friends had made a bet. A bet that only broke idiotic college students would accept.

That was Adeline.

She just needed to go into the forest at midnight alone and make an offering to an ancient statue that resided at the center.

Simple enough.

She had thought so at the time anyway. But now she was second guessing herself. Cold seeped into her bare feet as she stared down the every growing shadows. It might not have been so bad if Emily hadn’t insisted she look the “part”. Everyone had jumped on board with that suggestion and now she stood wearing a simple white dress and colorful flowers adorning her dark hair. She felt more like a sacrifice than someone going to make a simple offering.

“Are you chickening out?” The teasing tone made her shoulders hunch up around her ears. If she didn’t do this she would be out four hundred dollars and she would have to walk home.

“No!” she called back defensively. “I just need to ask for safe passage.” She opened her satchel and pulled out a jar full of glass beads and a freshly baked sweet roll. She could hear her friends start to snicker as she placed the first offerings of the night at the edge of the woods. Clasping her hands together like her Oma taught her she spoke softly but clearly.

“Please accept these gifts in exchange for allowing me through the woods.” She waited for a moment. The small childish part of her wondering if anything would answer.

But nothing did.

Taking that as a sign to go forward she took a shaky step into trees.

“Remember to follow the path! You can’t miss it!” Emily called out, a chorus of cackling erupting after her. Adeline had a feeling that her friends were planning something. They were going to prank her, she was sure of it. But she really did need the money. Determination pushed her forward as she padded along the worn trail. Fireflies danced in the corner of her eyes and the sound of the night filled the air.

It was almost peaceful.

Light flickered ahead of her as the path soon became smooth stone. It was jarring on the soles of her feet as she approached a small statue. A small fire was burning in the mouth of a snarling dragon. The fact that it was actually lit made her firmly believe that her friends were up to something. She had to give them props for creativity. She sighed as she traced the intricate details of the dragon with her eyes. The head was constructed at such an angle that it pointed further along the path. Her gaze followed the dragons as she saw another light flickering in the distance. Adeline sang quietly as she trekked along. She got the feeling she was being watched. It crept along her spine and made the hair on her arms stand on end.

They were very committed it seemed.

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game.

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame.

The wind tickled against her exposed ankles and ruffled through her hair. She had the thought that it felt playful as it appeared to be pushing her on. An involuntary laugh fell from her lips. She thinks that all those stories her Oma told her were getting to her. Leaning back she peers up at the night sky. The stars shone brightly and for a moment she swears she saw something block them out. Her eyes only saw a vast expanse of nothing and then the stars were back. Shining like they had never left.

A fleeting memory of Oma telling her a story about her own Oma slunk to the forefront of her mind. She had told Adeline that when her Oma was young she spoke of dragons. How they covered the skies and obstructed the sun. Adeline’s Oma even swore up and down she had seen once. Flying over this very forest.

Shaking her head of the memory she ventured further still.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside.

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say,

Take my breath away.

Adeline could swear she hears someone singing alongside her. If her friends wanted to scare her then they were doing a good job. It was eerie as she shuffled along the path faster. She just needed to get this over with and then she would be able to buy food for the month.

Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love.

Never hesitating to become the fated ones.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside.

Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say,

My love, take my breath away.

“Through the-” she trailed off as she came to a stop. No more dragon statues to lead her, no more small flames to guide her. Adeline stared at a small pond. It was littered with lanterns that looked like tiny suns in the reflection of the water. And standing proud in the center was an arch way with creeping vines. An altar sat in the middle surrounded by floating flowers. A lone figure with a long since faded face stood behind it all. Their arms spread out as if they were waiting. It was honestly beautiful. Blue eyes turned to saucers as she took in the scene.

Holy shit her friends really went all out.

Making sure her bag was secure she lifted her dress and stepped into the water. Soft sand squished between her toes as the water came up to her mid thigh.

It was surprisingly warm.

Wading up to the archway she almost stumbled over the gentle incline. Carefully so as not to drop her gifts or hurt herself she made it up to the altar. The water now only came up past her ankles. Her gaze darted around, her muscles tense. She was sure her friends would jump out at any moment. Taking a deep breath she fished out the remaining offerings. Her hand wrapped around the neck of a smooth bottle. Szamorodni was a popular sweet wine and she recalls that Fae enjoyed drinks like this. She placed it on the altar. Next was a tiny jar filled with gold jewelry. Nothing was particularly new in there, she had long stopped wearing the heart necklace that resided in the container. She was even sure half the earrings didn’t have a pair anymore. It was a perfect simple offering. She smiled as she placed the last little trinket. A delicate glass orb that fit in the palm of her hand. Adeline had found it randomly at an antique store. Hidden inside were two indistinguishable figures, forever frozen in an intricate dance.

“Please accept these offerings.” she spoke softly as she interlocked her fingers with her head down. Something seemed to shift and the lanterns dimmed. Shadows crept in as she felt the inexplicable tingle that someone was behind her. Breath catching in her throat as she spun around. Eyes widen and she feels herself freeze. She didn't know what to expect when she turned around. Maybe something cheesy from her friends. A stupid costume and flailing limbs but that is not what she got.

Standing right before the incline up to the altar was a man. His frame was large as even though he wasn’t standing on her level he towered over her.

His gaze bore into hers. His eyes gleamed in the somber light, they looked like twinkling rubies. It was startling and she had to avert her gaze. Eyes traveled to his clothing. He was draped in deep purple robes. Opulent glittering gold jewelry was woven through his dress and hung from his neck.

“Hello Mea Carmina.” his voice sounded like right before a storm. Her eyes snapped back up to look at him.

“He.. Hello.” she wanted to look around for her friends, for a sign that this was some very elaborate prank. But she couldn’t look away from this man. She doesn’t think she can or should let him out of her sight. He stepped forward and Adeline almost choked. His gaze slipped from hers as she scuttled to the side. Water splashing up as she put distance between them. She watched fascinated as he approached the altar. Long slender fingers seemed to appraise the offerings she had left. Her heart beat both picked up and slowed down.

This had to be a part of the prank. It had to be.

“Accepted.” Adeline blinked slowly as she watched him turn over the glass orb in his hands.

“It has been many years since I was last offered something. What a kind gesture.” He turned to look at her. A smile that revealed sharp fangs flashed at her. It was frightening but the feeling that he meant her no harm settled over her.

That confused her.

“You’ve been so respectful too. Not like the others I found daring to wander my forest.” the smile turned pointed and his jaw ticked as if in irritation. The lanterns around them brightened, the light turned harsh before calming back down.

“What do you mean by others?” she ventured to ask.

This was a prank.

This was a joke.

Her friends had paid someone to do this. They paid this man to act out this strange strange joke. He looked at her as if she should already knew the answer. And she did, he was talking about her friends. Had they paid this man to pretend as if they were in danger? Swallowing around the growing lump in her throat she forced herself to laugh. “This is part of the joke right? It has to be. I knew they would do something as soon as I accepted this bet.” she tried to keep her tone light as he looked at her with inhuman eyes.

He was not laughing.

But he was smiling.

It was not pleasant.

The sinking feeling that maybe this wasn’t a joke clawed at her. If for some unholy reason she was dealing with something mystical she needed to play carefully.

“You said they were being disrespectful. What did they do?” she positioned the arch way between her and this man. He sighed, it rolled like thunder over Adeline. “No offerings, no asking for safe passage. Nothing. Simply waltzed in here as if they were owed something. So unlike you Mea Carmina.” he cooed at her. Biting at her lip she drummed her fingers against the stone.

“I am sorry for how they have treated your forest. Please allow us to leave and we shall come back with a grand apology.” she wasn’t sure if he would take her offer. But if her friends wanted to play damsels she would save them. His finger tapped languidly against his chin. His lips pursed in contemplation.

“I suppose I could allow exit from my domain..” his eyes flit over Adeline and then back to the altar. “With conditions. Or course.” his tone was teasing as he rounded the arch way. Now on the same side as her. His stride was careful, leisurely even. Matching his pace she circled round, keeping distance. His eyes became hooded as this all felt like a game. Them circling the altar in a strange sort of dance. Her barely within his reach and her knowing he is allowing this distance.

“And what are those conditions?” Their movement was causing ripples to break the surface of the water. The flowers swayed with every step.

“First give me your name?” his head tilted to the side, long hair that looked to reflect the night sky cascading over his shoulder. Her eyes narrowed. If this man was for some reason a Fae or pretending at one then he was being very obvious about it.

“I will not give you my name but I will tell you my name if you tell me yours.” This was not information she would speak for free. He chuckled, it was deep and it felt like the world shook with it.

“I don’t see why not.” He bowed, his hand sweeping out making the gem stones hanging from the lines of gold along his arm clink together.

“I am Megatronus, ruler of this realm and King of Dragons.” he looked at her expectantly. She thinks he wants her to be impressed. She gives her own bow in return.

“It is an honor to make you acquittance King Megatronus. I have no titles for in comparison I am but a humble peasant. I am Adeline.” she glances up and nearly stumbles as Megatronus was looming over her. So close that they were practically breathing the same air.

“Adeline.” he appeared to be rolling her name over his tongue.

“Yes. Now I believe you mentioned conditions as in more than one?” she went to scuttle backwards but he caught her hands in his. Pulling her closer he encompassed her.

“Of course Adeline. I will let those disrespectful little rats go if you simply be mine.” he said it so calmly. Like it didn’t sound absolutely insane.

“What?” she questioned trying not to laugh at the absurd notion.

“I know it sounds bizarre. But others have wed for less.” he simpered over her, a single finger trailing down her cheek. “It’s been so long and time only makes the heart grow softer.” with every word he spoke he got closer. Her vision being consumed by him. “And you Mea Carmina, you my Adeline would make a perfect bride.” he suddenly twirled her around, forcing her up onto the altar. Her previous offerings fell and shattered against the stone.

This had gone too far.

Pushing against Megatronus's chest she kicked her feet out at him.

“Get off me! This isn’t funny and I am done humoring this sick prank!” She shouted as she struggled against him. He simply cooed at her, his face slowly elongating and distorting.

“You still think this is a joke? I suppose I can’t blame you, you are only human after all.” a hand that steadily began to sharpen brushed through her hair, catching on knots and flowers.

A scream caught in her throat.

Oh god this was real.

“Choose Adeline. I will allow you out of the goodness of my heart to exit my domain. Your friends will be damned but you will be safe.” his voice turned gravely and filled with smoke. He tapped a clawed finger against the stone of the altar.

“Or they leave, no harm will befall them I promise. But you stay with me. Forever as my most treasured possession. My dearest Adeline.” he spoke directly into her ear and she could feel shame crawl up her throat. She thought for a moment of leaving her friends here. Technically this was all their fault. They chose this stupid bet. But she had gone along with it. She chose to go through with it. This was as much her fault as theirs.

“Okay.” she spoke barely above a whisper. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.

“Say it, tell me you give yourself to me. Say that you belong to me.” he demanded, his voice growing in volume. She could feel herself shaking as she tried to force out the words. They felt heavy on her tongue.

Her lower lip trembled as he egged her on. His eyes searing into hers, a frantic joy taking over his features.

“Hurry Adeline.” he urged.

“I’m yours. I belong to you. I, Adeline, give myself to you, Megatronus.” a sudden burning pain enveloped her hand. It was brief but she couldn’t hold in the scream. Megatronus whispered hushed apologies into her ear as he kissed her falling tears away.

“I’m sorry Mea Carmina. I know it hurts but look.” he lifted her left hand showing her an intricate twining of golden rings that wrapped around her ring finger. At the center was shimmering sapphire. The blues so dark that it appeared nearly black in the middle.

He lifted her into his arms and held her close to his chest.

“Now my lovely little bride, let us go home.”

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Adeline laid awake as her husband lay sleeping peacefully. Hands that she could barely look at without seeing growing scales and claws rest gently over her waist. She wanted to move away, put a minuscule amount of space between them. But he only pulled her closer, his grip tightening as he muttered lazily in her ear. She tried not to cringe as he placed dry kisses along her neck and cheek.

“Good morning.” his voice was gravely and thick with sleep. “Did you sleep well?” he purred as positioned himself over her.

When he had brought her back to his home he had immediately as he put it wanted to consummate the marriage. Panic had gripped Adeline’s heart so furiously that she almost couldn’t speak. He didn’t seem deterred at her silence or how utterly stiff she had become. He had gone to kiss her when she slapped a hand over her mouth. His red eyes flared as his lips curled over his teeth.

Frantically she tried to think of a way out of this.

“We can’t!” she squeaked. Megatronus did not look amused, his grip on her becoming pointed and she could see scales blooming across his skin.

“And why is that my dear?” he spoke so softly but Adeline was not fooled.

“We… We..” her eyes darted around, breath stalling. “We haven’t had a proper wedding?” she says it slowly and her voice holds a question. This does seem to give him pause though.

“I see no reason for such a thing. We are already bound together.” he lifted up her hand, once again showing off the ring.

“But.. Please?” her lip trembles and she is shaking as he lays a kiss on her palm. “I want this. Please? I want a celebration with you.” Adeline wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned up placing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. Her throat felt dry and she wanted to cry.

“Please?” she pleaded. She wasn’t sure if her pleading had gotten him or the moment of willing affection but he let out a deep rumble and dramatically dipped her.

“How can I refuse you?” he mused. “Alright, I will give you a wedding in the morning.” she had wanted to argue that wasn’t enough time. She needed more time to plan. But he was twirling her through rooms, humming softly as they went.

A thumb brushing along her cheek brought her out of her thoughts. He was staring down at her near lovingly.

“Adeline?” right he had asked her a question. She had not slept, not really. Her mind would not calm too full of what was to come when the sun rose.

“I slept well.” she smiled at him, hoping that he would take this discomfort in her expression as just having woken up. It appeared that he had because he was smiling back down at her.

“Wonderful.” he nuzzled his cheek against hers. “Are you ready?” he asked as he lifted her from the bed, carrying her to god knows where. She wanted to tell him no, no she was not ready. That she needed more time. But instead she lied through her teeth.

“Of course I am.”

#Faeformers #transformers prime #transformers #transformers multimedia #original female character #megatron #megatronus #megatron x oc #forced marriage #dragons #faerie #fae

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Magical Girl Au Chapter 1 : Star Struck

It’s FINALLY here!!!! I’d like to thank @pinkittwice / @luimagines for agreeing to this.

A bell rings over the door signaling a newcomer.

The young man walks into the cafe with wary eyes. He’s not used to being in public spaces but there’s a question he needs to ask if he wants things to go to plan. He walks in with feux confidence and gets in line as if he wanted to order something.

He sees his target and gets out of line, waving a hand. “Twilight! Oh thank goodness you’re here. I needed to ask you something.”

The barista in question looks up from the order he’s making and finishes it, calling out the name of the customer before turning to the young man. “Wild? Is everything ok?”

Wild nods and shrugs a bit. “Kinda. I wanted to know if it was ok for my sister to come by your place. She offered to help me move in but uhh with everything--”

“Oh!” Twilight straightens up and brushes his hands on his vest. “I mean, If you want. I didn’t really think about that. It should be fine.”

“Everything ok?” The cafe owner walks up. Twilight nods to them and throws a thumb over in Wild’s direction. “Meet my new roommate.”

“I see. Good luck with this one then. I’ve known him since elementary. I’m Enno.” They say.

“Link.” He holds out his hands for them to shake. “But most people call me Wild. Twi and I went to the same highschool together. I don’t think I remember seeing you though.”

“I kept to myself.” Enno shrugs, pulling their hand back.

Wild nods, seemingly understanding the notion and pulling his hand back. It knocks into the stand next to the cupcake tower and the decorative egg on top tumbles. Enno instinctually reaches out to grab it, catching it with one hand before it hits the counter top and clutches it close to their chest.

“If you broke this, I would have broken you.” They glower and delicately place the egg back onto the metal pedestal. The bell chimes in the background and Enno turns to go deal with the new customer.

Wild raises an eyebrow and puts his hands up. Wild moves to the left ever so slightly and leans in to whisper to Twilight. “A bit defensive for just an egg, don’t you think? I don’t think it would have broken.”

“They’ve had it for as long as I can remember.” Twilight shrugs. “It’s special to them. Their most prized possession, I’d say.”

“Dang…” Wild whistles. “Is that a yes or no to getting my sister to help out?”

“If you feel like it has to be done.” Twilight nods.

“Awesome! I’ll text you the details.” Wild winks and cheekily shoots him some finger guns before he turns and leaves the cafe.

Enno rolled their eyes at the display, not caring too much for Twi’s little friend even if he might be someone they were familiar with.

The bell at the entrance rang once more and another young man walked through the doors. He looked tired and dead on his feet. Enno’s heart pitied the clearly overworked college student and begane to whip up the ever famous Heart Attack they had reserved for the college students that visited.

He didn’t even order when he got to the counter.

Enno sighed and handed him the drink. He blinked wearily at them before taking it with a confused expression. “It’s on the house.”

“What?”

Enno took in a deep breath when he spoke and gulped as subtly as they could manage. “You look exhausted. Late night-- early morning-- take it.”

His eyebrows furrow and he takes an experimental whiff of the drink.

Enno had to look away and tried to busy themselves with wiping down the counter from an earlier spill if only to avoid the fluttering in their heart they had for this stranger. The man took a sip and let it rest on his tongue. As if it was magic, he came back to himself. He stood up straighter, the light returned to his eyes, and he had to be the most gentle yet gleaming smile Enno had ever seen.

“Thank you so much. It’s exactly what I needed.” He said and raised the cup ever so slightly in a mock toast.

“You’re welcome.” Enno squeaked and tried their best to look professional. They didn’t even try to make eye contact and simply nodded in his direction.

He walked away a completely different person and when he was no longer in their line of sight, Enno crashed to the floor on to their knees, behind the counter and gave off a pitiful groan.

“Really?” Twilight shakes his head and leans against the counter. “Sky?”

“His name is Sky?” Enno looks up at their coworker and realization dawns over him. “Wait, you know him?”

“Yes.” Twilight laughs and crosses his arms. “I’ve known him since my college days. And his name is also Link. There’s a lot of us, so he goes by Sky.”

“Aahh--” Enno takes a breath before straightening up and looking away from Twilight. Either of them mention their red face. “You deal with him then. From now on, even.”

“You’re a wreck.” Twilight snorts.

Enno huffed and pointed a finger in his face. “And you’re-”

A crash just beyond the cafe rolled though the whole area and smoke started to pour out from the next block over. Screams began to fill the streets and there were multiple horns being blared around the area.

“Needed.” Enno finished lamely. “You’re needed.”

Twilight nodded and flung the uniform over his head, jumping over the counter. “Will you be ok here?”

Enno looked around. It was a slow day today anyway and their mind was still stuck on the image of that guy-- Sky-- and his smile. They took another breath and tried not to scream. “No. I’m going home.”

Twilight had to run out, leaving Enno to clean up and close the cafe. Which was fine in Enno’s book. They would rather forget the last ten minutes that happened anyway.

On the walk home their phone buzzed and they instinctively pulled it out to read their messages. A new one was just received by their roommate Pinky.

Enno laughed and fished their keys out of their pocket, having already reached their destination. They turned them and opened the door, pocketing their phone as they walked in. “I’m home!”

“Hello friend. Thank you for not murdering my brother.” A voice called back from inside.

“I only thought about it. It’s not like I can knife emoji in real life.” Enno chuckled and tossed their keys onto the counter.

“You have a kitchen in your cafe.” Pinky snorted. “I’m sure you have actual knives in there somewhere.”

“Yeah, well, blood is hard to clean up. I’d rather not get that on my new floor.”

“Fair.” Pinky slid on over and reached over Enno’s things, taking her own keys off of the hook. “You caught me just as I was leaving. I gotta go get over to our old place and help Wildcat move.”

“Ok, be safe. Have fun.” Enno called out.

“Because moving boxes is so much fun.” Pinky rolled her eyes, putting her hand on the door and giving her roommate a once over. “Are you ok? You seem off.”

“Off?” Enno froze and turned their head to look away. “What do you mean by off?”

“You look shaken. Did something happen at work? Did you get caught up in the attack?” Pinky stepped back from the door, ready to comfort her friend but she was waved off.

“No, I’m fine. There was just this guy. I’m fine.”

“A guy?” Pinky raised an eyebrow. “Do I have to fight him?”

“No, no, nothing. It’s fine. I’m good. Go do your thing.”

Neither of them moved, a moment of silence passing over them before Pinky dropped her hand from the door completely, putting her hands on her hips.

“Was he cute?”

“PINKY!”

“I have to leave but I want more details Enno!” Pinky grinned, verging on a smirk before she opened the door and left the apartment they shared.

Enno collapsed on the floor in a heap of inhumane sounds and what could only be described as internal turmoil. Pinky laughed and closed the door, letting the sounds of their dear friend suffering fuel her serotonin. They were incredibly easy to rile up and while she’s never seen them be like this she imagined this would be an interesting development for her friend. If only they had a little more confidence in themselves…

She was quick to get in her car and drive away from the complex, hoping to not run into the attack that happened to be nearby. The heroes were good at their job though and she respected them. Not wanting to get in their way, she took the long way back to her brother’s old apartment.

When she got there, she pulled out her phone, parking the car in her usual spot and texted her brother.

It... was unexpected, for him to not only be late but to also take his time answering her messages. He was usually quicker than that. However, Pinky didn’t survive this long being related to the boy by not learning how to roll with the punches.

She did as he said, taking her time to take the key from the plant next to his door and take it to her car. Pinky considered herself lucky that his complex had an elevator or else she was going to get exhausted before she would even truly begin.

The first few boxes were fine, the others were a tight fit but when there was no room left she knew it was time to head over to this new place.

Pinky sighed and closed the trunk of her car.

The amount of boxes in that place was astounding. She doubted they were going to be able to get all of them today but she did say she’d help so even if it took until the sun went down, she would stay and keep making those trips.

There were boxes on top of boxes and Pinky prayed that the attack was over by now. Less she wanted to crash and burn with all of her brother’s things.

With the GSP on, she slowly made her way out of the complex and began to drive toward the new location.

It was at least a twenty minute drive but it looked quiet, quaint and not within the inner city.

It looked safe.

It calmed her heart and she parked as close as she could get to the apartment.

She smiled at her phone and put it away, getting out of her car and moving on back to open the trunk.

“Sissy!” A voice sounded from behind her.

“Wildcat!” She called back and opened her arms. A body collided with her and spun her around. It was familiar and warm and safe and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, hello to you too!”

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Wild put her down and waved over a friend who came down with him. “Pinky, I’d like you to meet Twilight. Twilight, this is my sister.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” Pinky held out her hand and Twilight.

He took it delicately, as if she was made of porcelain and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Link but Twilight works as well.”

“Oh!” Pinky snorted and covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her laughter. “What a coincidence. Maybe it was meant to be?”

“There’s a lot of Links in our group.” Twilight shrugs. “It seems that way sometimes.”

“If there’s a lot of links, does that make you a chain?” She grinned and Wild groaned just behind her, the box in his hands nearly falling to the floor when his grip slipped.

“Can you not embarrass me in front of my friends?”

“You’re not thirteen anymore, I can embarrass you as much as I want.” Pinky playfully stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms. “I apologize in advance for my brother. He’s a handful.”

“It’s fine. We get along just fine.” Twilight chuckled and moved to take a box from the car.

“That’s good. Great, even.” Pinky beamed and took the box next to the empty space that Twilight left behind. “Lead the way!”

Twilight nodded and they all moved towards the complex, going up the stairs and leaving Wild to open the door for them when he arrived first.

Pinky placed her box deeper inside the apartment and looked around, doing a little spin to get the full picture. “It’s bigger than I thought it was going to be. Not bad.”

“Right?” Wild wrapped his arm around her. “We’ve got everything figured out. The Tv is going to go there, and the bookshelf with all my legos is going over there.”

“Naturally.” She nodded along and gently took his arm off of her. “But we have more things to bring up and we don’t have all day.”

“Actually, I was thinking.” Wild interrupted and looked over to Twilight.. “Can I borrow your truck?”

“My truck?” Twilight raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I go back to my place, fill up the truck and come back while you help my sister unload hers. You’re strong. It’s arguably a lot faster.”

“Uhh... Wildcat, wouldn’t it be better if he goes with you?” Pinky gulped a bit. “I loaded up my car. I can unload it. And besides, wouldn’t it be better if you had someone to help you?”

“It’ll be fine. Twilight doesn’t bite.” Wld shrugged and grinned towards his friend. “And you can just drive him back and then we’ll all be there to pack up both cars anyway.”

Twilight shrugged and leaned on the counter of his kitchen. “Works for me. I’m good either way.”

“Um.. well..” Pinky looked between the two guys and sighed. It might be a little awkward to be next to a total stranger especially if her brother was simply going to abandon her but she trusted his judgment. “Ok, be safe then Wildcat. We’ll catch up soon.”

Wild gave the two of them a two finger salute before he vaulted over the island and grabbed the keys that were left on the counter. With those in his grasp he ran out of the apartment and left the two people behind.

“Oh dear…” Pinky sighed and shook her head. “What am I going to do with him?”

“Most of us just humor him.”

Pinky snorted and began to walk toward the door. “I’ve spent nearly his whole life doing that. It gets tiring after a while.”

“So you’re older than him?” Twilight picked up his pace to walk next to Pinky, holding the door open for her and then closing it when they both were through.

“Only by two years.”

“I don’t think I ever saw you in highschool. I know Wild went to Knight High but-” Twilight admitted, trying to keep the conversation going.

“I’m adopted. Obviously.” She gestured to her round ears but kept her calm smile. “I was already in highschool when it happened and no one wanted the hassle of transerfing me out to a new place entirely so I finished there.”

“Ah. Makes sense how we never saw each other then.” Twilight waited for her to get her box first before he reached in, trying to figure out which ones were the heavy ones to save her the trouble of carrying them. “So, what do you do?”

“Meaning?”

“For work, for fun, for rebellion?”

Pinky snorted. “I don’t really rebel but I like to draw and write. I’m still in school but I just applied to work for my dream job and I just have to wait for them to call.”

“Oooh, sounds exciting.”

“I certainly am excited.” Pinky hopped a little, the box’s content shuffling around as a result

They continued with the small talk for a while. Pinky traded stories about her childhood and Twilight commented about his own, having told her that he was also adopted but managed to get into contact with his biological family.

Eventually, when the car was completely unloaded, they found themselves stalling around in the apartment. Whether they were waiting for Wild to come or drive there themselves like he suggested, they were unsure, but a small break wouldn’t have hurt anyone.

At least that’s what they told themselves.

After a calm moment of silence, Pinky came out of what was going to be Wild’s room, since she took the liberty of moving the boxes there instead of having them crowd the living room. She took a deep breath and walked up to Twilight.

He handed her a glass of water. She chugged it down in a minute.

“There’s something I want you to know.” She said, putting the drink on the counter.

Twilight was still reeling over the amount of ferocity in the way she drank the glass before reality caught up with him. “Uh… ok?”

“The scars Wildcat has are relatively recent. He was a sophomore when the accident happened… he… didn’t remember much coming out of it.” Pinky gulped and went to drink more water only to find her glass empty. She pushed it to the side. “I don’t know if I should be telling you this but I’ve always worried about him. At least at his dorm he could have been monitored just in case but now? He sometimes falls into a trance-like state, when his brain catches up to him… He says he remembers stuff from before. It was a lot worse in the beginning. It almost kept him from graduating. But they still happen.”

“He… mentioned an accident.” Twilight nodded along. “But he doesn’t talk about it.”

“I don’t blame him. Hardly any of us do.” Pinky tried to smile but it was forced. She sighed and looked at the counter for a minute to gather her courage before speaking again. “I know this isn’t my place… but I love him.”

“You’re worried about him. It’s understandable.”

Pinky nodded. “Some are worse than others and he’s been doing really well as of late so I’m probably catastrophizing. But it’s always when he comes out of it that’s the concerning part. Umm.. do you have a pen I can borrow?”

Twilight spun around and looked around his kitchen in order to fulfill her request. A single black pen lay in a junk drawer and he didn’t hesitate to hand it to her.

“Thank you.” She took it and began to look around again. “I guess I need something to write on.”

Twilight stuck his arm out.

The action was so abrupt and closer to her face than Pinky realized that when she caught up to the present she started to laugh. “I want you to have my number. Just in case anything happens.”

“Sounds good to me.”

After the first half of it was written, Pinky began to giggle to herself. “Man, it’s like being in highschool again. Don’t abuse that.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“And thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“No.” Pinky smiled again, this time more genuine and pleased. “Wildcat talks about you. I’m glad that he’s ok, and I think a lot of that is thanks to you.”

“I don’t feel like I did much.”

“Most heroes don’t.” Pinky winked and began to walk away.

The moment she reached the door, it opened to reveal that Wild had returned, and he had managed to carry three boxes on top of each other. “Pinky! I’m sorry. It wasn’t until I got there that I realized I just ditched you with a stranger! I came back as quickly as I could.”

“No worries. He didn’t bite. Just as you said.” Pinky grinned. “I’ll drive to the dorm, just unload the truck.”

“Ok.” Wild exhaled and watched her leave. It was until she was out of ear shot that a small figure zoomed through the room and tackled something next to Wild’s head.

“Cal, why is your sister so hot?” A voice cried.

It was quickly followed by a sharp smack and the same voice cried out in pain.

Wild snapped his head to the small being next to him, one looking like he did before his accident and other looking like Twilight but with a dog tail and ears. Twilight had moved away from his spot, going to put on his jacket that was left on the newly placed couch. He always wore it, but the action seemed suspicious to Wild’s eyes.

“What did he just say?” Wild asked the man in front of him.

Twilight didn’t even look at him. “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“Uh huh.” Wild crossed his arms and glared at him. “I’m never leaving you alone with her again.”

“That’s fine.” Twilight's voice did not crack when he said that and he cleared his throat. “Welcome even. I agree, you should never do that again.”

“She’s so pretty!” Little Twilight howls into the room. “I want to kiss her!”

“Wolfie, shut up.” Twilight hisses.

“Like hell you will.” Little Wild smacks the other again. “That my sister.”

Wild growls and stomps a bit before he remembers that there’s more boxes in the truck that he has to bring up. “Cal, make sure Wolfie or Twilight don’t do anything to Pinky.”

“On it.”

“What do you mean?” Twilight yells after Wild as he leaves the apartment.

Cal flies up to Twilight faces and doesn’t hesitate to point a finger in his face. For a tiny magical creature of only four inches in height, Twilight thinks this is the most intimidating thing he’s come across in his life. “Don’t you dare hurt her. You can be friends, but if you dare to hurt her, I will not hesitate to end your family line, do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” Twilight smiles nervously and the little guardian flies away.

Twilight was left alone in the room with his own guardian lamenting by the doorway still.

He fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket, Pinky’s number hidden by the leather.

Wild can never know.

#Twilight (Not LU) speaks #Omurice #Self inserts #not really Lu x Reader #whoops

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