#still too overwhelmed with content and live lol

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diesel is desire (we were playing with fire) ; sebastian sallow

pairing sebastian sallow x f!reader word count 4k synopsis sebastian sallow is a good friend. so good, in fact, that when you find yourself under the ungodly influence of a lust potion, he's willing to help give you some relief. content contains seventh year au, dubcon (under the influence of lust potion), darker take on seb's character lol <3, breeding kink, creampie, possessive!sebastian, possessive sex, virginity loss, babytrapping

“Why did you go out of your way to avoid me?” 

An accusatory voice momentarily breaks you free from the overwhelming feelings you were struggling to deal with, but the voice is too familiar.

The source? Sebastian Sallow — a very disappointed Sebastian Sallow, which after two years of friendship (and the lingering what-if of becoming something more), you’re able to identify as a Sebastian that you would much rather not be dealing with. Particularly because, try as hard as he might, he’s rather prone to saying harsh things and treating you unkindly whenever he gets into one of his moods. The hurt expression on his face is barely concealed by the scowl that mars his otherwise handsome features. 

Don’t think about how handsome he is!

Instead of replying to him, you’re quick to turn your head to the side, trying to focus on the curtain that separates your cot from the others in the infirmary. It’ll do no good to engage with Sebastian right now — not whenever the reason you’ve been compelled to check yourself in to the school nurse is purely because you’re not sure if you have enough self-control to stop yourself from literally ripping his robes off of him.

But it’s not like you can tell him all that. Lying would be preferable, if only Sebastian wasn’t so attuned to you and every single one of your tells. If you attempted lying to him, who knows what more damage you would cause? Then again, blatantly ignoring him also seems equally dangerous, especially with how quick to irritate he’s been lately. Ever since you witnessed him literally murdering his uncle, the relationship between the two of you has grown stronger — being practically partners in crime will do that to a friendship — but also more… volatile. The charming fifth-year you met on your first day of school still remains, but you have long since realized that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

On the surface, he’s nothing but affable. Maybe a bit of a rebellious streak, but it’s all in good nature. In the beginning, it was fun being with him. Exciting, even. Then you started following him on the dark path he paved all by himself, and before you could realize that you were in too deep, it had already been too late to turn around. Now, the seventh-year boy standing by your cot seems so different from the one who lives on only in your memories.

“Don’t ignore me.” He means to make the words come out sharp, irritated. It resembles more of a plea than anything, and you shut your eyes, willing him to leave. It must be all in your head, but you swear you can smell the familiar scent of him: cool mint mixed with the light musk of whatever cologne he’s been favoring since the fifth year. 

“Sebastian, I’m not feeling very well.” You mumble, hoping it’ll be enough to get him to leave you alone. It’s not a lie. You aren’t feeling great whatsoever. Not even the nurse, bless her heart, can figure out what’s become of you. She gave you a pitying look and an almost amused smile as she explained that — in her words — sexual urges are very normal for girls your age. 

If your body wasn’t already overheating, you’re certain your cheeks would have instantly turned hot from sheer embarrassment. 

“Well, why wouldn’t you tell me that instead of abandoning me the whole entire day?” Sebastian is many things with different people. With you, he is both guarded and vulnerable. Some days, when you’re not feeling your best, his emotions versus his actions can give you whiplash. He has the audacity to say something like that all the while, he sounds absolutely tortured over the fact that he had to go eight hours without your presence. 

As if realizing the harshness of his attitude, he softens his tone as he asks, “Are you feeling any better?”

You had gone to the Great Hall before him because you needed to review your History of Magic notes before the test today. All you had was a bit of pumpkin juice and toast, and all had been well until you started feeling warm underneath your robes and sweater. As the heat began to travel through your body, you found it hard to concentrate on your notes. Not because of the heat, but because of the many thoughts swirling around in your head. Flashes of Sebastian that started innocently enough and quickly morphed into daydreams of him without his uniform. Sebastian with his hair messed up from the way your fingers tugged at the strands as he satiated his thirst with the juices flooding between your legs. Sebastian who would prioritize your pleasure over his and could make you cum multiple times before even thinking about getting his dick wet. Sebastian—

—who you share most of your classes with! 

You knew right then and there that something had to be wrong with you. Sure, you’ve thought about him sometimes, but never to that degree. And certainly never at seven in the morning over breakfast and history notes. 

That’s how you ended up lying in a cot in the infirmary, trying your hardest to ignore the intrusive thoughts of Sebastian fucking you ‘til you can’t walk anymore. 

“No.” You practically moan out the word, and you’re hoping to play it off as just you being a baby about being “sick”. 

You don’t expect him to turn your head so that you’re staring up at the ceiling, and you certainly don’t expect him to press the back of his hand against your forehead. His hands are cold, but surprisingly enough, it brings you some sort of relief from the fever that has seemingly overtaken your body. You bite back another moan. 

“You’re burning up.” Gone is his attitude. Instead, it’s been replaced by your favorite Sebastian — the kind, caring one. The one that resembles the boy you first met. Sometimes, his care can be suffocating, but when you find yourself craving nothing but him and his touch, you don’t mind his invasion of your personal space at all. “Are there any other side effects? Does your throat hurt? Stomach? Tell me what’s the matter.” 

You know how Sebastian must feel when it comes to people he cares about falling ill. His sister has only made him more paranoid about the severity of sickness and curses, and the concern and fear etched upon his face makes your hardened resolve of keeping the sordid details of your affliction to yourself melt away.

“Don’t laugh…” You warn him, but your voice seems so small and maybe even a little scared that his expression turns even more serious.

“Never.”

“I think… I think something happened to me. A charm…” You’re careful to dance around the word curse, lest Sebastian accidentally blows up the whole entire infirmary due to his emotional state. “I just feel very hot. And, um, I think the only relief would be to—”

You can’t even say it. You can barely even explain it since you don’t really know what’s happening either. 

“I’mfeelingverysexuallyfrustratedandIhavenomeansofrelief!” 

The two of you know that you’re never going to repeat that phrase ever again, and you’re practically near tears after that little confession. 

“Oh.” He says, as if this is nothing more than a simple, casual conversation and not the most humiliating situation ever. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” 

“Be-because it’s embarrassing!” Has he really no shame? Who would willingly admit that out loud? 

“You know, I’ve heard rumors of some sixth-years trying to pull pranks by spiking the juices with love potions. Just really gimmicky concoctions, truly. Nothing too severe. Hmm… You must have a sensitivity to it, though.” Sebastian’s musings do nothing to bring you reassurance. If anything, it just makes you want to hide. If the universe is truly kind, a sinkhole will emerge from nowhere and swallow you whole. Yes, that sounds lovely right now. 

Instead, the universe is sick, because what else could explain Sebastian telling you, 

“If it’s relief you need, I’d be happy to help.” 

Sebastian is many things to you — a dear friend, a confidant, a literal partner in crime — but none of those things involve him having sex with you, even if the offer only came from some odd sense of duty. 

And that’s what this is, isn’t it? He probably feels indebted to you since the fifth-year. Maybe even anxious, too. You could expose him at any given moment, and maybe that’s why he’s been so keen on attaching himself to your side ever since. This is a humiliating predicament to be in, and Sebastian doesn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell — considering that you don’t even know the names of girls he’s been with before is evidence. 

Besides, you’re only feeling incredibly needy for one person. You can accept his offer, but you’re certainly not going to let him know the truth: that only he is the one who can help you. 

“Don’t be embarrassed.” His cool hand is now cupping your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone in an almost gentle manner. Sweet Sebastian is making an appearance, perhaps to try to put you at ease. You like this Sebastian. “Just let me take care of you.” 

When the haze of lust clears from your sex-addled mind, the rush of consequences will burden and crush your very conscience. 

Fortunatenly enough, consequences are clearly the last thing on your mind.

It would appear that the only thing you can truly focus on is Sebastian and what his idea of ‘taking care of you’ is. 

The Sebastian staring greedily at you is an unfamiliar Sebastian. You’ve become accustomed to the many variations of himself: Angry Sebastian, who says the most vile things out of spite and usually misguided anger; Remorseful Sebastian, who is quick to grovel (he’s quite good at groveling, really) and wants nothing more than to be back in your good graces; Happy Sebastian, although there are variations upon this very variation — the trick to seeing whether he’s pseudo-happy or not is all in his smile (the fake one is eerily perfect, the real one is crooked and a rarity). This Sebastian, though…

Hungry. 

The word doesn’t quite explain the dark glint in his eyes or the way his hands are almost reverently stroking your body. Your skin felt so, so hot just a few minutes ago — then again, just a few minutes ago, you still had your school jumper and blouse neatly intact. Now, you’re laid practically bare, prey to Sebastian’s more-than predatory gaze. 

If the two of you weren’t such great friends, you might have had enough sense to be scared.

The only articles of clothing left to protect your dignity and shield you from his eyes are your skirt (which is already riding up to expose your thighs due to his wandering hands), your white cotton panties, and the matching bra. 

“How do you feel now?” He asks, and you want to tell him you’re still feeling embarrassed, but his hands feel surprisingly nice on your skin, and you can’t help but hunger for more. Perhaps the look in his eyes, the one you couldn’t quite find a proper name for, is the same look you’re giving him. 

“More.” You whimper out, not caring if you sound selfish or impatient. This is awful. The two of you should put a stop to… To whatever the hell this is! This is a horribly unbecoming, unsavory situation you are in, and if things progress like how you think they are going to (how you want them to), then you’re both dead once all the adults find out. Professor Weasley would probably force the two of you to be wedded within the next day of her finding out, not to mention that the headmaster would probably have the both of your heads on sticks.

But you don’t tell him to stop because your rational thought is slipping, much like your bra. You’re viewing everything almost as if in a trance, almost as if this is happening to someone else and not you. But it is very much you; it’s your nipples hardening after being exposed to the cool air of the infirmary. It’s your bra that Sebastian tosses to the side. He’s licking his lips, eyeing the expanse of skin that has been revealed to him. In ordinary circumstances, you’re certain you would make all attempts to cover yourself up and try to regain some sense of modesty.

In these circumstances, you practically arch your back and mewl out for more, more, more.

More touching. More skin-to-skin contact. More of Sebastian. You want him. All of him. Every part of him. You want his cock ramming into your cunt, you want his hands wrapped around your throat, his mouth spewing out words of filth right into your ear. Most importantly, even though all you can seemingly focus on is having him ravish you, you can’t help but to be greedy and dare to hunger for more. You want his secrets — all of them. You want to know the nightmares that plague him, and whether he’s full of regrets, just like you. You want to have a claim to his soul, just like how he already has a claim to yours. You want to know that when his heart beats, it is calling out for you. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He announces, like he’s waiting for you to protest. He’s not directly asking, but the question is still there, as is the warning. Can I kiss you? If you let me, there’s no going back. 

“Please.” You whimper, completely and entirely at his mercy.

“Say it.” Sebastian swallows hard, almost as if he’s also nervous and too charged up with desire. His fingers are loosening his tie. He has already shrugged off his robes. 

He doesn’t tell you want to say, but you already know what he wants to hear. The words have been resting on the tip of your tongue this whole entire time, anyway. 

“I want you to— to kiss me, and more…” You look into his eyes. The lights in the infirmary make them appear a lighter color than usual. “I want more. I want you, Sebastian.”

The moment the last confession slips from your soft lips, Sebastian’s mouth descends upon your own. His body is angled awkwardly, trying not to crush you with his weight, but you can feel the heat emanating from him all the same, even despite the layers of his clothing that separates the two of you. 

You think the world stops spinning when his lips slot against yours. He tastes like the pumpkin juice from this morning, sweet and refreshing. There’s a lingering taste of spearmint toothpaste. You want to keep kissing him forever. You want him to kiss you everywhere else. When breathing becomes a necessary thing, he stops. You frown. You didn’t want him to stop. Oxygen is overrated, anyway. 

He lays a hand against the pillow you’re resting on, staring down at you, want clearly displayed on his visage; desire is etched onto every facial feature, and his eyes are gazing so intently into yours, you wonder if he’s a Legilimens. 

“Promise me you won’t regret this. Swear that you truly do want this.” 

He must not be a Legilimens, then. It’s so clear you’ve been in… It feels odd to admit it. Wrong, even. But it’s the truth—

—you’ve been in love with him since the fifth year.

You don’t keep someone’s secrets, their crimes, to yourself when you don’t love them. You let him perform Cruciatus on you, and you forgave him. No — you didn’t. Because you asked him to. There was nothing to forgive. You would endure it, over and over and over again, just for him, only him. And to think, you’re flooding your panties just at some simple fantasies of him, and he has the nerve to believe you don’t want this? Don’t want him?

“I promise. I swear it to you. I want this entirely.” And maybe liquid courage had been slipped into the juice you’ve consumed as well because you find yourself admitting, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you. If it… If it had to be done the first time around, I would always dream of you doing it to me.” 

He stops breathing, just for a moment. Gapes at you, even. 

“Y-you’re a virgin?” 

You wonder if you’ve gone off and ruined the mood. You wonder if you should take it back, say you were just joking, but before you can, his lips are pressing against yours once again. This kiss is even hungrier than the last, and you’re not quite sure how that’s even possible. It’s almost as if he wants to devour you whole. 

“Thank you.” He gasps out, so close to you that his breath tickles your nose. “Thank you for entrusting me with this, love. I promise I’ll make it good for you, just as you deserve.” 

And suddenly Sebastian is just everywhere. His sweater is discarded on the floor, right next to your bra and his tie. His belt is unclasped; he hasn’t even bothered to remove it entirely, just displaced it enough to where he can unbutton his trousers, and he’s pulling it down — his pants, that is. And the briefs. He hasn’t entirely disposed of everything, just partially. Meticulous Sebastian Sallow who is now so far gone into lust and depravity that he cannot even handle wasting another second by removing himself entirely of his clothes. You have made a man into a beast.

But you see the way he’s eyeing you — all dark hair and sharp teeth. He flips your skirt up, exposing your damp panties to him, and he licks his lips again, and you realize — perhaps too late, or perhaps you’ve known all this time — that Sebastian has always been a bit of a beast. A wolf only coyly imitating domesticity. 

“You’re so wet.” He brushes a finger against your cotton-covered folds, and you shiver. 

Yes! Your body seems to cry out. More, more, more! Your back arches, keening, craving his touch. You’re soaking through the fabric, making it practically translucent. You’ve never been this wet before in your life. You’ve never wanted his touch more badly than you do now. 

“For me.” He mutters, but in the silence of the infirmary, you hear him all too clearly. “Is this all for me, love? Have you been like this all day?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to form coherent sentences. Even if he’s not staring at your head, far too fixated at what’s between your legs, he hums his approval. 

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make it all better.” 

He’s kissing you. He’s got your panties only pulled to one side, and you think he’s muttering apologies against your saliva-coated lips. Something that sounds awfully like sorry, so sorry, but I can’t wait, and I don’t think you can, either. You barely catch a glimpse of his cock before you can feel the sharp heat of his length against your inner thigh. You would have thought that there would be some preparation, especially since this will be your first, but you’re thoroughly soaked. You’re aching for a sensation you have never felt before, but the animal inside of your brain is telling you, instinctually, to seek Sebastian out. That Sebastian will make it all better. That’s what he said he’ll do, and he’s kissing you, and he’s apologizing, and—

—and the world stops spinning.

No. There’s some slight resistance at first, your poor cunt protesting at the intrusion. A second later, and he’s slipping in half of his length with considerably more ease. A few inches more, and his hips are pressed against yours, and oh— Oh, it’s like you’re made for him. There is no resistance. There is no pain. There’s just you and him, and your body is welcoming him home. Where has he been? It seems to ask. Please don’t ever leave again. 

“Fuuuuck.” He hisses it out, and his teeth are gritted, and he’s admiring you. His eyes flicker to your face, down to your breasts, down down down right to where the two of you are connected. The word comes out broken, and yet, drawn out. As if he’s struggling to speak. 

Then he starts thrusting, and suddenly you realize that the world hasn’t ceased its spinning. No — now it’s moving entirely too fast. It must be off its axis. You feel otherworldly. You feel like this pleasure, this overwhelming, absolutely delicious pleasure, cannot simply exist on earth. It should be impossible. It should be impossible to find comfort and rapture in the way the tip of his cock seemingly kisses your cervix. You expect pain. 

You only find mindnumbing, earth shattering pleasure.

You feel stretched beyond your limits. You hear his pants and his groans, and you’re moaning, too. Calling out his name, which is so silly, he’s right there, he’s right there. There, at that special spot, at the spot you’ve never been able to discover on your own. You now know why adults advise so heavily against these type of relations — it’s simply addicting. You don’t think you can stop; you don’t think you want to stop.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, you’re so good f’me. Such a good girl. My good girl, aren’t you?” He’s rambling. His thrusts are considerably sloppier, and you feel his thumb brush against your clit, and you arch your back some more, practically screaming out his name. The stimulation is too much — it’s not enough — and you will always crave him. “Tell me. Tell me that you’re mine.”

There’s something so, so addicting about his possession. About being treated like his possession. 

“Yours. M’yours, Seb. All—” You can’t finish your sentence. The pleasure is becoming too much, and you’re too sensitive, and he’s doing this thing, this absolutely amazing thing, where he rubs circles on your clit in tandem with his harsh thrusts, and you’re cumming. You don’t ever want to come down. 

He feels you cum, sees your juices drench his cock as he pulls out, only to push right back in, relishing in the feeling of your contracting walls. He leans down, biting on your neck, and you take a hand to grip his dark hair, still cumming, and now he is, too. Spurts of his cum are flooding into you, painting your walls, successfully staking his unrivaled claim on you. You have been compromised. If anyone were to find the two of you out, you would have no other choice but to take his hand, his ring, his family name, him. You would have to take it all.

Coming down from his high, he has enough kindness left in him to lick at the wound he’s left on your neck. Your eyes are fluttering close, the intensity of it all thoroughly exhausting you. You don’t know the thoughts swirling in his mind. You don’t sense the longing behind him stroking your stomach, wondering if the Felix Felicis — his bottled Liquid Luck he’s spent forever brewing — has done its job. It would surely be very lucky, indeed, if his seed takes this first time around. 

Your breathing slows, and he feels your heartbeat even out. You’re exhausted, poor thing. Perhaps he had been too rough.

He’ll apologize, he decides, by doing something that’ll benefit the both of you. He ought to clean you up, get you tucked in, and when you wake, he’ll go down on you. He bets you taste so sweet, so innocent. He had known, of course, that he was your first — that he was always going to be your first. Your only. 

He wonders if the effects of the lust potion will still linger in your system even after you wake up. Probably so — he did it brew it quite strongly.

But the adoration, the love, in your eyes is something no amount of skilled potioneering can create. No; your feelings for him are real. You just needed to lower your inhibitions to get to the confessional stage.

And now that you have confessed… 

Sebastian Sallow can rest well after confirming what he’s known ever since he first laid eyes on you:

You’re his.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #smut #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow smut #one shot #lemon

[mo0nfairy]

ᥫ᭡ . # ۫ , ⸺ UNCHAINED MELODY, PART TWO !

summary :: surviving raccoon city together, you catch the affections of leon kennedy, ada wong, jill valentine, and carlos oliveira. six years later, you reunite with them and realize their obsession with you has increased tenfold.

chapters :: the masterlist.

word count :: 5.8k

content warnings :: mdni! yandere!leon, yandere!ada, yandere!jill, yandere!carlos, sexual themes, stalking, gore, nightmares, weapons, breaking and entering, drugging/drug mentions, nudity, kidnapping, noncon touching, jill is a greasy rat basically lol.

jill valentine's yandere traits are . . .

possessive, dominant, & stalker

──── Jill Valentine hates the taste of coffee. Yet still, her kitchen cabinets are full of it.

Littered around her apartment, there are mugs stained with days-old coffee. The caffeinated scent clings to the walls and makes her stomach coil. A mess of documents sits on her cluttered desk. The October wind whistling through the window sends a few pieces fluttering down to the dirty floorboards. 3:57 AM is read on a digital clock in its neon red hues; the flickering lamp light on the desk illuminates the mess of broken pencils, coffee stains, and case files. With an accelerated heartbeat and heaving breaths, Jill hastily analyzes the CCTV footage on her jagged laptop.

Every person, every street sign, every single pixel on the screen. Maybe, just maybe, she'll find you among this mess.

Other tabs display missing persons' documents, reports from private investigators, and checkpoints on satellite imagery. Ms. 'I don't mind a little detective work' has spent every day of the past six years doing this exact thing. Weaving through any bit of information and manipulating every resource she could get her hands on. Everything she does is to try and find the one thing that matters more than anything to her.

Y/N L/N. The name she will never forget.

Jill remembers your sultry body, your delicious gratitude, your sweet blood staining her clothes; she will never forget how you sparked the beginning of her life in Raccoon City. She will always remember how she didn't know what emotion was until she met you and how Raccoon City was the best night of her life because of it. A raw flurry of fuzzy, warm feelings embraced her, as well as the cold fingertips of rage, envy, and fear. It was messy, but it was so, so beautiful.

There is nothing now.

Her worst fear had come alive. To continue to live every day just for the sake of living while desperately trying to fill the empty void within her — it had all come back in a flash. Just when she had wrapped her fingers around happiness, it was torn from her grasp like candy from a baby. And if you had asked where Jill thought she would be six years after that night, the image she would paint for you would be far more illuminative than the life she now lives. A rundown studio apartment infested with rats and cockroaches, but she'd be able to endure any germ-infested danger with the light of her life beside her. Every day would be spent deconstructing your facade and dissecting the beautiful person you are; every day would be spent dragging her fingertips along every inch of your body, blithely taking note of what makes you blush and squirm.

She would be happy. And you would be, too.

Jill is now stuck in a cave. Adorned in darkness and devoid of life. In a city she doesn't know, becoming a person she doesn't recognize — she can't fathom how disastrous her life had become since she lost you. She can't fathom the idea of you not being here with her, to begin with.

Skimming through the fatuous clues laid out before her, Jill takes a peek at the satellite imagery in one browser and something catches her eye. A habilitation, of some sort. Located in the middle of nowhere, overwhelmed with heaps of endless trees. She searches for any further information regarding this strange building, only to find there is no trace of this place even existing. It is certainly odd, yes, but does not relate to you in any shape or form. With that, she lets her curiosity go and occupies her time with more productivity.

Another hour drifts by. Waiting for a returning email from one of the numerous private investigators she hired, Jill reads through medical records in hopes of finding anything reminiscent of you. Maybe by some brush of luck, you'd still be treated for your broken arm six years later. However, this mysterious building still fogs up her mind. How could such a large structure be built with not a single trace existing? Surely, someone would have stumbled upon the property by now, right? Snuffing out her pride, Jill gathers the coordinates and sends them out to Tyrell. With his technology skills, he may be able to uncover something about the strange place. Even though Jill knows in her heart it's nothing but a dead end, it's still something, nonetheless. And after all this time of relentlessly doing the same thing over and over again, she has become desperate.

A sudden flare of lethargy envelops Jill. With her persistent intake of caffeine, this isn't anything abnormal. She's prone to just crashing at her bed, her desk, or sometimes, even onto the floor. With drooping eyelids, Jill folds her arms on the table and rests her head against them. There's no harm in a little shut-eye, right?

What she didn't expect is to be abruptly woken by a gentle tap on her shoulder. And she most certainly didn't expect to find you standing there beside her. Saccharine-sweet smile, skin clean of any zombie-induced grime — you're at her side wearing an old S.T.A.R.S. hoodie with your upper thigh peeking out of your sweatshorts (inevitably sending a flare of heat to Jill's core). In your hand is a cold beer, a prize for Jill after the hours of hard work she has endured at her desk. And she is just in pure awe at the sight of you. She discards the beverage in favor of pulling you into her lap. You swing your arms around her neck like a newlywed bride with that damned, heart-stuttering smile of yours growing from the sudden act of affection.

Jill's eyes peer down to your hips. Her rough fingers fidget with the elastic band of your shorts, subtly asking you to let her hands wander further. Her touch wanders beneath the hem of the ragged sweatshirt you were wearing. When her hand makes contact with the warm skin of your stomach, a gasp escapes her chest at the intimate contact. You gently place your soft hand atop hers, causing her vision to go hazy with clouds of lust, devotion, and rapture. You're here; you're alive. Her sweet, adoring, blue butterfly has returned to her and Jill can't handle the sheer euphoria that comes from the revelation.

It isn't until she feels your chest begin to stutter from silenced coughs does she finally return her focus to your face. Only to find your eyes had gone milky white, your skin growing purple in rotting hues, and decomposing gashes opening themselves all over your body as they gush out with puss. The wheezes protruding from you accelerate into harsh gags. A splurge of red-hot blood then spurts from your mouth and onto Jill. She has no time to revel in the burning fantasy of being covered in your bodily fluids, she can only stare in complete horror at what has befallen her beloved. You then push yourself off of Jill, to where you begin convulsing on the ground like a dying insect. It is horrifying. And to suddenly be without your touch after so long of hungrily basking in it — Jill hates to admit how badly it hurts her.

A sharp cry accompanied by a horrified gasp permeates the lonely air. Reality suddenly washes over her and Jill buries her face into her hands with a sigh of defeat. Another nightmare. Another fucking nightmare of millions. She should've known it'd be too good to be true; she should've known that a perfect life with you by her side was nothing more than a fantasy. And God, does it fucking kill her.

Stepping away from her disordered desk, she walks to the dresser sitting on the other side of the room. Jill digs through the unfolded mess of dirty laundry until she's finally able to dish out what she intended. The old S.T.A.R.S. sweatshirt you had worn in her dream. Despite the loose threads protruding from the hems and gaping holes littered against the fabric, you made it look like a piece of high fashion etched with velvet and silk. She wraps the article of clothing around her figure and snuggles into the article, pretending it's you she is holding in her arms. Jill then crouches down at the foot of her bed, plucking out a dilapidated shoe box from underneath. Inside is a singular item that has and always will remain the most important object Jill has ever possessed.

A bloodied bandage. Covered with dirt and riddled with age, this singular bandage was what she had taken from Kendo's first aid kit six years ago.

She remembers how your skin felt beneath her as she wrapped the bandage around you; she remembers how she slyly slipped the garment into her pocket when Carlos was caught up in tending to your broken arm. Jill presses the bandage to her cheek, pretending it's your comforting hand against her face instead of some tattered piece of gauze. If only she had known what the future had in store for her that night, she would have never let you step foot onto that train. Hell, she would have never let you step foot out of her sight ever again. Until the end of time, however, Jill will continue to search the world over and over again to find you. You are the only thing keeping her alive, after all.

The quick tune of an email alert brings Jill out of her lovesick, grief-burdened daze. She discards the precious cargo in her hands back to its home beneath her bed, then returns to her desk. In the three hours Jill had been knocked out cold, Tyrell had managed to bypass the security system that was "a bitch to get through" (his exact words). In the email, he provided several files that contain security system footage from cameras scattered around the area. Feverishly, Jill double-clicks the links and analyzes the pixelated footage. She knows what she is looking for, and despite the voice of logic on her shoulder whispering of what a waste of time this was, she still persevered.

A hallway filled with bustling doctors, a garden filled with meditating patients, and a cafeteria swarming with warm food and activity. Lastly, the final file shows a library. Unlike the others, the peaceful environment was scattered with little activity. The only form of life in the room was a few faces around who had their noses buried in books. A figure then ventures around the corner of a bookshelf, a stack of books held tight to their chest. Through the mess of pixels, a familiar face comes clear into frame.

You.

Something bright fills her chest. Hope, relief, elation. It bubbles in Jill's heart and paralyzes her entire body. The only thing she can do is stare at the screen with her jaw on the floor. You are her butterfly, beautiful and fleeting. She's been nothing but a worm trying to squirm its way through the soil and into the sky. Now, however, she can finally hold your hand in hers; she can finally fly with you at her side. Her teeth chatter behind her smile as she leans closer to the laptop, watching intensely. You merely bring the collage of books to a lone couch and flip open the page of a new book. Little do you know the sheer effect such a mild action would do to the woman you presumed to be dead. Her thumbs grasp the corners of the monitor, caressing the surface as if it were your skin beneath her.

"I found you... I found you...!" Tears seep from her eyes uncontrollably. Finally, this void within her is filled.

Pure laughter, a sound she hasn't expressed in years, bounces from her tongue with glee. It's as if a symphony of angels had invaded Jill's apartment, pervading the lonely silence with euphonious melodies. They sing and cheer for her success, promises of a new beginning filled with light and laughter tumbling from their lips. It appears as any other CCTV footage you'd see, but to Jill, she has never seen anything so breathtaking, so magnificent. Jill rewinds the footage for what may be the umpteenth time, just to ensure this wasn't another dream she'd inevitably wake up from. Fortunately, it is the truth. And she can't refrain the pure joy from escaping her body.

Despite her heart pulling at her strings in an attempt to give in to her desires, Jill knows she must learn more before she can finally get you back. As desperately as she wants to storm the place, guns-a-blazing and all, being messy with her efforts may send her back to square one. Alone, without the one she loves most. The thought itself sends a cold shudder down her spine. She pours herself another cup of coffee. This will be the last one, she guarantees. From thereon, Jill begins her research into this lion's den. Located directly in the middle of the woods, this mysterious habitat began its organization exactly six years ago. Mere months after the incident in Racoon City, to be precise. With a few more hours of digging, the truth practically slaps Jill across the face.

This "sanctuary" is just a facade for Umbrella.

Even after all these years, that damned corporation still has its bloodied claws sunk into every fraction of Jill's life. They had been keeping survivors of their personalized epidemic safe in this establishment, under the guise of 'healing them through these tough times.' In reality, it was to ensure they kept their mouths shut and Umbrella's mistake could be safely swept under the rug. Seething with rage, Jill asks herself: why not me? Why am I the only exception? The last thing she could ever want is to be held captive by Umbrella of all people, but to be locked up with you? That's a different story.

It doesn't take long for Jill to connect the dots. Her occupation gave her that extra layer of protection against Umbrella. So, she remains untouched. However, with your job as a cashier at a gas station, you weren't as fortunate as Jill. Otherwise, you and she would have spent every day of these past six years at each other's side in euphoric harmony. Jill is sure of it.

The sun begins to set after a long, exasperated day of breaking the immeasurable walls Umbrella had built to protect their precious organization. Jill, heavy-eyed and exhausted, has finally concluded the great mystery that is your disappearance. She takes every penny of her rent money and urgently gives it all to Tyrell in exchange for more security footage. When asked about her desperate efforts, Jill makes the excuse that it is the location of a potential crime scene. And in a way, she isn't wrong. It is about to be.

With footage from every camera of the past month (as well as some good spank bank material for later on), Jill has a firm layout of every nook and cranny within the building. She fawns over the videos of you meditating in the garden and reading the hours away in the library. She also tenses up with jealousy over the clips of you laughing with your friends in the cafeteria and bonding over shared experiences in group therapy. It should be her you're doing all these things with. With a pout, Jill then plans her route on retrieving you. Although she has enough anger within her to tear the entire premise asunder, she is humble enough to recognize the extensive security is out of her element. After hours upon hours of trying to find the best way to carry out her plan, Jill accepts defeat.

As much as she wants to, she cannot do this alone. So, she contacts an old friend.

A simple email that reads "I found them" and Carlos Oliveira is at the door of her apartment within hours. His face sheen with sweat, hands trembling at his side, eyes blown wide in crazed worry. God, it's almost like he ran the entire way here. It isn't until Jill sees his face does the all-too-overwhelming revelation settle. It's time to finally get you back.

Deep in the middle of the woods, Jill and Carlos have nothing but the brimming sunset and heavy-duty flashlights to illuminate their path. A maze of trees and tight security kept the establishment well hidden from any wandering eyes. With swift movements from the two military-trained individuals, they were able to pass all barricades with ease. Out of sight from any cameras and wandering security guards, Jill and Carlos soon make it to a single window that has been left slightly ajar. It was your attempt at enjoying the last gusts of seasonal warmth before Winter arrives. A tame smile forms on their faces at the prospect. You'll be able to enjoy every season forevermore with them at your side. Whether it is your skin glowing beneath the warm haze of summer's heat or cozying up with the other during the harsh chills of Winter. They'll make sure everything is perfect. Just for you.

An ear-piercing screech pervades the late October air as Jill pries the window open. They cringe, wait for the other shoe to fall and bring this plan to its fateful end. But, there is nothing. No blaring alarms there to jeopardize their schemes, no wonderful, perfect you there to run into the arms of your surprise guests and drown them in kisses. Nothing. Continuing attentively, the two manage to slip through the window, where they then find themselves in your bathroom.

Jill and Carlos become entranced with the mere sight of your bathroom and the utilities within. Rested by the sink is your toothbrush, sat beside a tube of toothpaste and accompanied by a clutter of skincare products. Jill shakily brings the brush into her hands, fingers hovering over the bristles with belated breath. Your teeth, your tongue, your spit. Your mouth has been on this item and Jill salivates from the idea alone. Before she can quaff out every bit of you she can garner from the toothbrush, she snaps out of her fantasy and shoves the brush into her pocket. For later use, she assures.

Carlos, however, is trapped tight in his own daze. By the shower, a cluster of damp towels had been leisurely swung upon a towel rack. He takes one into his hands, shivering at the idea of this cloth once making contact with your nude body. Squeezing, the water that seeps from the tight contact and down his fingers causes a pool of vehemence to form within him. Lips trembling in response, Carlos then brings the towel to his face. His warm breath wafted back onto his face as he heavily inhaled the scent still lingering upon the fabric. Oh, Y/N, how he worships you. Carlos imagines how your scent would sit in your body while he drags his lips among the skin of your chest, your stomach, your thighs, and then your-

A harsh smack to his arm brings his thoughts to an abrupt, depressing halt. Just when he was about to indulge his tongue in the taste of what was once on your wet body, Jill had to go and ruin his fun.

The dulcet tune of humming diffuses through the area like a soft fragrance. Whatever libido-stained hysteria these lovesick fools had found themselves in faded away as quickly as it came. Jill feels her heart bloom like a spring flower — your voice. One of your most important attributes her deadbeat brain had so frivolously forgotten. It has finally returned to her. And the way you fill the air with such heavenly sounds is something straight out of a fairytale, the two think to themselves. Like a siren, leading the people who love you more than anything to their inevitable demise. And if they're being honest, the sight of you after six years without you may kill them with its sheer force.

In a way, they were correct. Jill takes a step out of the bathroom and into your kitchen, peering around the corner of a wall to find you on a couch. Your back to her, headphones nestled on your head and book held tight in your hands. Nothing could have prepared her for such a heartwarming, yet gut-wrenching sight. Nodding your head to the tunes blasting in your ears, foot tapping in rhythm against the floor. God, how much more beautiful could you get? How much more can you do to Jill and her sanity by simply existing?

With a deep, shaky inhale, Jill continues with the plan at hand. She tiptoes past the threshold of your living room and ventures further into the kitchen. With gentle, yet expeditious movements, she opens every cabinet and searches through for anything of importance. On the very edge by the stove, Jill opens the cabinet door and finds shelves full of jumbled mugs and different tea flavors. Taking a paranoid glance behind her, she finds Carlos peering around the same corner she had stood behind moments before. And the man is just relishing in the pure sight of you. His eyes drooping and coated in a dreamy luster; his mouth hung agape with the corners curling into a weakened smile. She'd say how pathetic he looked if it weren't for the fact she was in his exact state just seconds ago. With a roll of her eyes, Jill returns to her work in your kitchen.

How clueless you are to what is happening just over your shoulder. Who knew that you catching up on some late-afternoon reading could conjure up such staggering emotions within Jill and Carlos? And who knew that the two people you presumed to be dead had crushed up sedatives and hid them in your teabags?

Mere minutes go by as the two reside in your bathroom, waiting for you to unintentionally complete the next part of their plan. The creaking sound of a door opening halts their enthusiastic exploration of your bathroom. A voice, one that certainly does not belong to you, pervades the air of your home. Apparently, you and this stranger have some plans to go stargazing? Jill and Carlos give a confused, knowing look to each other. Who the fuck is this? Jill buries her unkempt fingernails into the palm of her hand. Clenching her fists inevitably causes moon-shaped scars to form. They're mine, they're mine, they're mine. Her nails soon break through the skin, to where blood oozes into her hands. It seeps down her wrists and onto the white tiles beneath her boots. The faint drum of your footsteps prevents her from acknowledging how she has left a trace of her behind.

Through the crack of the door, Jill finds you entering the kitchen with a thick blanket draped upon your shoulders. Like clockwork, you tread to the cabinet at the far end of the room and begin to make yourself a cup of tea. For the second time that day, Jill gives a harsh smack to Carlos' arm to stop him from inhaling your towels like a depraved junkie and pay attention. The two now watch in trepidation and enthrallment as you go about your nightly routine. Sitting at your rickety kitchen table, watching the kettle steam upon the stove, strolling down memory lane. How can you be so perfect in such simplistic ways? 

You inadvertently shape your future by placing the tea bag into the messily painted mug made for you by one of the younglings who survived Raccoon City. A fond smile grows at the thought of them while you pour out the boiling water. You have absolutely no clue what is in store for you by doing this. And to the people standing in your bathroom, it is so endearing.

Taking a small sip as you walk back to the table, a sudden wave of fatigue crashes over you. Your vision doubles, overlapping every perceivable object in front of you into a blurry, distorted mess. The mug falls from your weak hands. It shatters against the floor and the sound reverberates like a blaring alarm. You hear muffled voices, a sharp ringing, and your own panicked breathing. What the fuck is going on? Once your vision goes black, you can barely feel how your numb body splats against the ground. Your hyperventilated gasps decelerate into tame breaths when oblivion finally welcomes you.

The only thing you can do is lay here and hope that when you wake up, whatever welcomes you isn't anything reminiscent of the nightmare you faced six years ago. You hope so.

There are black holes in your memory. Collapsing in your kitchen to being nestled in the backseat of a car. Trying to piece together this puzzle was nothing short of a pipe dream. When you wake, however, you find yourself enveloped in a strange sense of warmth. The senses in your body awaken from your head and travel down to your toes. Almost as if it was rain cascading down a window; as if it was a teardrop coursing down your cheek. From your waist down, you can feel how your nude body is submerged in warm water. You inhale and are overwhelmed by the stench of body soap that perfumes the humid air. Candle lights flicker in their calm hues and bounce against your closed eyelids.

In an attempt to thrash around and escape whatever has taken you from the safety of the sanctuary, your body fails you in your attempts to move. You are completely and utterly paralyzed, much to your dismay. The only control you can accumulate is nothing but a choked whimper that you push out of your throat. The immediate cooing that purrs into your ear from someone behind you causes your blood to run cold. You then sense how your back is pressed against someone's naked chest. The strands of their choppy short hair stick to your sweaty face. Hot breath fans against you as they press long, gentle kisses to your neck.

A bathtub. That's where you have found yourself in. It is romantic, in a disturbing sense. You could almost be convinced this was nothing more than a fulfilling Valentine's Day. A pair of scrawny arms then tighten themselves around your form with possessive constriction. Their chapped lips trail down to your shoulder; their wet tongue adorns the expanse in an array of affection. The intimacy sends a shudder down your skin. Calloused hands grope your chest and indulge themselves in the feeling of your flesh touching theirs, seemingly drunk off of you. The graze of their jagged teeth against you causes a gasp to escape you. A hum of quiet laughter vibrates in the chest of your assailant in response.

"My butterfly, you have no idea how long I have dreamed about this..." The soft tone of their voice lulls you back to sleep. This is getting old, you think once more before unconsciousness envelops you once again.

Jill simply cannot believe it. At this moment, you are here, alone with her. She couldn't imagine a better fantasy if she tried. And in a way, the effect your mere touch has on her made all six years of suffering worth it. Only now, she can scrutinize you completely and thoroughly. As opposed to the zombie-induced nightmare being the only contact she had with you. And your physicality has haunted Jill. She traces the jut of your cheekbone, the curl of your lashes, the texture of your lips. More importantly, she indulges her greedy taste buds in the taste of your mouth-watering skin, your delicious sweat, and your candy-sweet saliva. 

Your flavor — never has Jill known she could be transported to such paradisiacal heaven. And never has Jill known she could ever be so... vulnerable.

Vulnerability has always equated to weakness in the eyes of Jill for as long as she's been alive. Trying to swallow the lump in her throat and constrict the overflow of bottled emotions these past six years are certainly no strangers to her. Raccoon City, however, opened the floodgates to a tsunami of revelations. To bask in emotion, to revel in you. Most importantly, to feel you here with her right at this moment. She can discard the facade of a cold heart and thick skin, to where she can embrace the exhilaration that follows with your presence. There will never be a second where Jill isn't thanking the universe profusely for such a wondrous gift.

As much as she disdains the idea of breaking contact with you, the hour spent in such stifling heat would not be good for you. And the prospect of your deteriorating health causes her to persevere through her selfish desires. This doesn't refrain her from being a little too touchy while drying off your body, though. Jill then dresses your unconscious form in a fresh, newly bought pair of fuzzy pajamas (despite the incessant suggestions from Carlos to please have you wear his clothes). The sensation feels like a cloud against your skin that had just been massaged with warm water, loving hands, and ambrosial lotions. So cozy, so cuddly.

With easy effort, Jill nestles you into bed. The late-night brume and heavy rain complement the tranquility within the room, naturally soothing you into a deeper sleep. She then presses a long, sweet kiss to your forehead, whispering a promise of returning soon.

Her gaze and her hand linger on you before returning to the bathroom. While you are now sleeping, Jill sits on the tiled floor of the bathroom and rests her arms against the rim of the tub. Her fingers cascade among the still-wet walls of the tub, shivering over the prospect of your naked self touching the surface just moments before. She takes her index and middle finger into her mouth, lapping her tongue around the digits and cleaning them of any excess of you still left on them. The other hand is used to caress the parts of the bathtub you had sat in before as if she were touching you. And it is just heavenly. Having you beneath her, her tongue tasting every inch of you, all the sounds you would gift her in return. It practically makes her feral with desire.

Shakily sinking her hands into the lukewarm water, it pools in her hands before escaping through the slits of her fingers. Mouth agape, skin gleaming with sweat — the only thing present in Jill's mind is how your flavor has mended with the bathwater. With rapid movements, she scoops some of the water into her palm and slurps the liquid with fervent haste. Six years of her lust-ridden head overcome with these fantasies, Jill has finally come one step closer to turning this dream into a reality. Her eyes fall shut and she lets the reverie flood her body. Wrapping her lips around your sex and adorning it in a mess of her saliva and your essence; every whimper and moan that escapes your mouth making her slick with arousal. After turning your brain into mush, she would then wrap you in her embrace and soothe you to sleep, still preserving the taste of you on her tongue.

Oh, one day. One day...

Birds singing, rain dancing. Once again, it is the first thing you are able to scrutinize once you come out of your state of comatose. The sun has now risen, hidden beneath an array of stormy clouds. Daylight bleeds into the room you have awoken in. A bedroom, as it appears; you are in a bedroom you are oblivious to the location of. With its pristine environment, expensive comforters, healthy plants, and modern decoration scattered around, you can't help but be astonished at how gorgeous it is. A window takes up the entirety of two walls, displaying nothing but miles upon miles of endless forestry. You would assume this was a gorgeous retreat if not for the confusion staining your mind. Have I been kidnapped? The thought bounces back and forth in your brain like a ping-pong ball.

Your original idea of being held captive consists of a dank basement, restraints around your limbs, and a lone mattress on the dirty ground. If you had been kidnapped, it would be nothing as luxurious as this, surely. Had the sanctuary brought you to a new location? Had your friends taken you on some sort of a surprise vacation? What the fuck is going on here!? Trying to venture down memory lane to find out how on Earth you have ended up here, your efforts are unfortunately brought to no avail. All you had done was drink some tea and somehow in the span of twelve hours, it had led you here. The only thing you can do now, however, is find some answers.

Wobbling like a newborn fawn on legs, you try and catch your balance after you attempt to stand. A door stands to the right of you, which you stumble to. Using every fiber of strength in your exhausted body, you try and turn the doorknob. The wall is there to catch you when your body then gives up on you. With a few deep breaths upon collapsing, you fight to regain consciousness and continue to tread forward. You would not let yourself pass out again, you're determined of such.

Upon opening the door, a hallway presents itself to you. The scent of something cooking pervades the air. You only realize you had skipped dinner the previous night when the aroma of natural spices and flavors makes your mouth water. You hear the clanking of pots and pans, as well as the murmur of two strangely-familiar voices. The decorations in the hallway also grasp your attention as you stroll through, tip-toeing past any squeaky floorboards. Numerous other plants sit around the area and picture frames are placed neatly on the walls. The frames are all empty, ready to be filled. It causes a strange chill to course through your body. However, the only thing you should be concerned with right now is receiving some answers. As worrying as it is, the prospect of your kidnapper potentially filling these frames with new pictures of you is irrelevant right now.

Treading forward, you then find yourself on the threshold of the kitchen. And what you find within makes your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

You catch sight of no other than Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira. At the breakfast bar is Jill, whose legs are crossed and resting upon the surface of the counter. Carlos stands by the stove, stirring something delicious in the pan before him. The conversation between them is cut short upon your entrance and the three of you all stare at each other like a group of deer in headlights. Silence sits like a thick stew.

You're the first to break through the quiet.

"What the fuck?"

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THE BONUS TRACK !

❝ RECURRING VISIONS

OF SUCH SWEET DAYS . . . ❞

for anyone wondering, this, this, this, this, and this are what i imagined jill and carlos' house to look like. also, i will delve into characters and whatnot in further chapters. so dw!! and thank u!

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[lowpolyanimals]

How are you doing?

hey! I am doing much better these days, PMDD is kicking my butt every month still but I am doing pretty well considering. I had to reduce my hours in work to help reclaim some of my life that PMDD takes but it helps a lot so I am very grateful I am able to do that. I got married last year and now am living with my spouse so that has been a dream come true and is such a big help too! I still have way too many hobbies and counting (thanks neopets) for my time available but I am slowly rotating them all and making the most out of my time finally!

I am really sorry that I was away for so long. At the time that I left, I was just so overwhelmed due to my PMDD getting worse and becoming unbearable, working whilst ill, trying to catch up on work / life missed due to ill health etc. and it all got a bit too much for me. Even the thought of coming back to the blog after a couple weeks was too overwhelming (because of how I was running the blog at the time). Later on I had also deleted Tumblr from my phone in an attempt to reduce screen time but it meant that I stopped using it completely and I regret that it largely contributed to me staying away for so long.

I want to give this blog a big old reboot and get it up and running again but I realised that I need to change the way that I run the blog. Previously I had this HUGE backlog of submissions that caused me to have to spend hours and hours one day of my weekend to get through so many submissions. I wanted to just power through until eventually I’d get to the point where I’d just be able to handle submissions as soon as they come in then and there but there was just too many and it took too much of a toll and I hit breaking point. :(

So I’ve decided to just run the blog now how I've always wanted to - by dealing with submissions as and when they come in and opening/closing submissions to keep it to a manageable level (I'm sure this is how other blogs do it, I think I am just dumb lol). I will also post them immediately as and when they come in and only use the queue if I’m going to be posting several posts in a row to avoid spamming. It just means posting will be a bit more sporadic sometimes that’s all. However, in order for me to do this, I am going to have to omit the backlog (for now). I can always go back to the backlog and shave some off if I can handle it (or please feel free to resubmit anything I've not already posted).

I’ll make a new pinned post in a couple of days explicitly explaining the new changes to how the blog will be run behind the scenes, although honestly it’s not going to affect much on you guys side of things, you will still see the same content and submit the same way. I just want to add a rule to say please do not submit more than one post a day and that I’ll open/close submissions to keep things manageable. Submissions will stay off until that post comes out so just bear with me (🐻) a little longer!

Just want to say before I end this really long post (they always get so out of hand lol) that I MISSED YOU GUYS TOO and I LOVE YOU ALL and your kind messages made me so very motivated to get this going again, thank you! 🥺❤️ I can’t wait to bring you more of these little critters we love so much once again :)

#yooo i can't remember my tags #what did i used to say for non animal related posts #blog talk #oh my god that was it #don't take me to the home just yet

[maknaeswrld]

a life remembered | l.mh, h.js

wc: 4.6k

genre: soulmate au; reincarnation au; fluff; angst; poly!minsung x reader

cw: primarily Han pov; illusions to suggestive conversation; concert highs; anxiety/panic attack mentions; food/eating mentions; Bee (I feel like they need a warning lol, love them the most); arguing but bc they care (not between the soulmates); please let me know if I missed anything

part one: a life forgotten

Soulmates are a curious thing. Everyone has them, and someway, somehow, they always find each other.

When Lee Minho walked into JYP Entertainment for the first time, Jisung didn’t know what to do or how to react, and looking back on it now, it was comical. Minho was, in Jisungs opinion, one of, if not the most, handsome man he’d ever seen. It had struck a chord in him he’d chosen to interpret as jealousy.

When Chan told him he wanted to include Minho in the group he was creating, Jisung couldn’t decide if he was giddy or nervous. He’d met the other boy twice and couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that they knew each other. It wasn’t until their third meeting, the first one in an official capacity, to learn the song Chan wanted to showcase, that Jisung realized why.

The small space of the practice room they were designated to made the group circle a tight one, Minho rushing in and dropping to the floor in the open spot between Jisung and Felix, accidentally brushing against Jisung in the process and shooting them both headfirst into a memory both could swear wasn’t theirs.

Water surrounded them in every direction, the sounds of laughter filling the air. The ship rocked gently as the waves pushed it along steadily.

Minho took Jisungs hand, leading him to the edge of the ship. 

“Where is your beautiful mind right now, my love?” 

And although it didn’t feel like he was talking to Minho, and there was no response, Jisung’s smile lit up his entire face, his eyes twinkling in pure content.

“Come back to the group, love. The boys are going to start their whining if you ignore them for too long.” Minho groaned.

Again there was no response, as if a chunk of their memory for this specific moment was still missing.

“You know how your boys can get.” Jisung waved nonchalantly, hand grasping at thin air before the two turned back to join the rest of the crew.

Practice was immediately derailed as they were brought back to the present, everyone looking worried as they surrounded the pair.

“What just happened?” Changbin asked, holding Jisungs shoulder to keep him steady.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Jisung couldn’t stop himself from seeking out Minho’s eyes, which were already on him, holding the softest expression Jisung has ever seen in his life.

“Please tell me you saw the ship too.” Minho whispered, voice unsure, hand grasping Jisungs for dear life and all he could do was nod. Minho started nodding along with him, the two slowly morphing from shock to joy as smiles spread across their faces.

Tears pricked at Jisungs eyes the more the realization hit him.

“We’re soulmates.”

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Five years. 

In five years, so much had changed for Han Jisung. In just five years he’d met not only the love of his life, but also his soul brothers, a realization they came to some time after the soulmate realization, as Minho and Jisung saw the rest of the members in almost all of their past lives. 

In five years Stray Kids had also risen to a level of fame not one of them had predicted. They were living a life their younger selves could have only hoped to dream of, and they were so beyond grateful and happy to be able to keep doing music together.

But also within those five years, Minho and Jisung had come to the conclusion that something was missing. They were absolutely positive that they were soulmates, of that there was not even a shadow of a doubt, but there were too many holes in their shared memories, conversations that felt one sided, moments in bed with a gap between them that shouldn't be there if they were at peace with one another. But the confirmation that they were missing a piece came in a memory that surfaced much later than the rest, one with Jisung storming up to Minho’s door, fist banging in anger, wedding band adorning his finger but not Minho’s. 

That memory was one of Jisung being angry with Minho and not even knowing who he was, with Minho knowing of Jisung but not knowing him personally, of them both being in love with a person that wasn’t the other. Minho is positive he’d despise cheaters in every life, yet was accused of sleeping with a married person. Neither Jisung, nor Minho could remember Jisungs spouse's name, what they looked like, what gender they were, all they knew was that both of them loved them, and they both loved them as desperately as they love one another, and that was enough to convince them that the piece missing was a third soulmate.

They didn’t know how to go about it, they couldn’t even be allowed to share the truth of their relationship and thousands of Stays were claiming to be each members soulmates daily just for a chance of meeting them. The chances of finding their third and final piece was slim at absolute best. 

People always say trust the soulmate connection and that time would bring them together, but that was hard knowing you couldn’t remember someone you love. 

Han Jisung spent far too many concerts and fan meets searching the crowd in hopes that you’d be there, that he’d finally find you and the trio would finally be complete. Likewise, he’d spent just as many nights disappointed that you were nowhere to be found. With their fame came the higher likelihood of you being able to find them, but that also meant it’d be harder for them to find you. However, Chan and his soulmate, Riley, gave Jisung hope that he would find you.

Lee Minho wanted to find you just as badly, though he looked for you in the mundane. Whilst his partner expected you to reach out via their fame, Minho hoped more for bumping into you on the sidewalk or in a coffee shop, it made him feel more attainable. Minho knew that whilst Riley and Chan made it work, and even Bee and Changbin, there were just as many people that would be scared off by celebrity soulmates as there are seeking them. 

Another concert, another night of Jisung daydreaming about finding you in the crowd and whisking you away after to finally meet you and remember you. Riley gave Chan a knowing glare, the parental figures of the group concerned about their younger friend. Ever since the two soulmates came to the conclusion they have a third one, which isn’t unheard of but is fairly rare, their friends have been doubtful to say the least. 

No one likes seeing the kicked puppy look on Jisungs face whenever someone mentions that maybe there isn’t anyone else out there, or the way Minho gets defensive when they try to talk to him about the possibility of their memories just not having fully solidified yet. Both in the firm belief that five years connected at the hip was enough time to remember everything. But that didn’t stop the worried glances and strained smiles when they’d start talking about their ‘other soulmate’.

“They’re gonna be here tonight.” Jisung stated as if it were an absolute fact.

“You said that last night, Sungie.” Hyunjin muttered.

“Yeah, but I can feel it this time. They’re in the crowd right now, I’m positive of it.”

“Ji, you have an incredible soulmate already, why are you so eager to find another one?” Bee asked from their almost permanent place snuggled into Changbin. “I’m just saying, I can’t imagine dealing with more than one Binnie.”

“They’re not another Minho, they’re mine and Min’s missing piece.” Jisung argued. It was a conversation that felt all too familiar, and every time one of his soul brothers or other lifetime friends make comments, he feels himself getting just a little more hostile but also a little more defeated.

Maybe they were wrong, maybe there wasn’t a missing piece and they truly just haven’t had the best relationship in every lifetime. But Jisung couldn’t bring himself to believe that. Seeing how whole Bee and Bin, and Riley and Chan, were, how they didn’t have memory gaps or questionable moments and conversations, made him feel like there was no other explanation aside from another person to fill the void. It wasn’t like Jisung thought Minho wasn’t enough for him, he wasn’t seeking more from outside their relationship, he loved Minho with every fiber of his being, but he knew Minho wasn’t the only one he’d hold these feelings towards. And Minho knew it too, it was a long conversation to have, one that ended in tears but mutual understanding that they would always have each other and weren’t seeking out this third person for any reason other than them wholeheartedly believing they are also their soulmate.

As the time to go on stage got closer and closer, Jisung felt more antsy. He wasn’t sure why tonight felt different, but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. Minho tried to calm him down, but was just as on edge. 

The concert went smoothly, they always did, but Minho and Jisung both spent far more time engaging towards one specific area than they ever had before. It’s like they couldn’t abandon the section for longer than a few minutes and they always ended up right back there the second they could. Jisung felt better than he had in a long time, adrenaline pumping through his veins and a smile plastered on his face. He felt good, he felt whole for the first time in a long time. Jisung couldn’t explain it, but that stage was the most at home he’d felt since he first found Minho.

As they said their goodbyes to Stay and made their way backstage, the overwhelming peace Jisung had felt slowly faded. He couldn’t think of any reason why, but as he watched Riley smother his leader with kisses and Bee put his best friend into a headlock, he felt himself growing more numb. 

Minho wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling into his shoulder, relieving the aching feeling sinking in so fast it would have given Jisung whiplash if he weren’t already used to the other boys' affect on him, body and mind. Jisung could feel giggles bubbling up in him with each soft kiss placed on the base of his neck.

“You were radiant out there tonight, my love.”

“And you were very sexy.” Jisung giggled.

“Hey now! There are children present!” Riley scolded, breaking away from Chan to cover Jeongin’s ears. “Go foreplay somewhere else.”

“Yeah!” Bee shouted from Changbin’s back. “There’s dressing rooms for a reason!”

The look of absolute dismay Riley shot Bee was priceless, “That’s not what the dressing rooms are for.” 

“It’s not? Did you know that bro?”

Changbins ears were red. “Please don’t call me bro while talking about this.”

“How about we just all get showered and changed and go grab something to eat?” Chan suggested in a tone that left no room for argument, clapping his hands together and pulling Riley back towards his body. “And stop babying Innie, he’s worse than Bee these days.”

“I will never stop babying my baby, but I am hungry.” Riley muttered in agreement. “If y’all take too long in the shower, we’re leaving without you.” Riley pointed at Bee and Changbin, who’s ears somehow got even more red. Bee just winked at their best friend, shiteating grin plastered on their face.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung piled into the van with his bandmates and additional soulmates, Seungmin and Hyunjin discussing what they wanted to eat whilst Felix snuggled into Bee’s side, the two looking at memes while Changbin pouted.

Jisung felt more drained than he had in a long time, his social battery past empty and moved on to completely fried. Minho pulling him into his side eased some of the anxiousness starting to well up.

“No panic attacks after amazing shows.” Minho whispered.

Jisung buried his head further into the other mans neck. “I’m trying.”

“I know.” He kissed the crown of his head gently, smiling softly while tightening his hold. “I’m seriously so proud of you.”

The ride was uneventful out to the opposite side of the city, in hopes less people would recognize them so they could have their meal in peace. Minho and Jisung were the last of the group to venture out of the vehicle and towards the restaurant. They didn’t get too far before a voice rapping along to Han’s part to All In stopped them dead in their tracks.

“Y/n, please, you’re in public.” 

“You’re wasting your breath, you know how they are about their spotlight songs.”

Han’s eyes landed on the person rapping his line with such ease it was as if they’d written it themself. He felt excitement flood through him instantaneously, rushing over and joining them, singing along to the song playing quietly in the outdoor speakers overhead.

He watched your eyes light up as the two of you sang along together, ignoring your friends and focusing on one another. Not a thing in the world was registering to either of you as you both turned to Minho, watching as he rolled his eyes, smile already playing at his lips, joining in for the last parts of the song.

Your laughter filled the air as the song came to an end, and Jisung could swear it was already becoming one of his favorite sounds. 

“Took you long enough.”

Your voice was laced with amusement.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You know I don’t like singing by myself.” You nudged his shoulder lightly, causing him to wrap his arm around your shoulders and squeeze tight.

“But your voice is so nice!”

A blush lit up your cheeks in an instant, mouth opening to respond when someone clearing their throat behind you drew the groups attention.

“Y/n, um, what?”

“Min! Sungie! Hurry your asses up or we’re gonna eat without you.” Bee shouted from down the way, drawing Jisungs attention just long enough for you to slip out of his hold.

By the time he or Minho could focus back on you, you were gone. No trace of a person having been standing with them, as if you’d been a figment of their imagination.

“Sungie…”

“I know.”

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

Minho was staring off into the direction you had to have gone in, itching to run after you. Jisung stared at his hands, in disbelief that just moments prior he was holding the final piece of his puzzle in those same hands.

You, the random stranger unabashedly performing one of their songs in the middle of the street, were the one person Jisung and Minho had been looking for incessantly. The person they knew they couldn’t remember. 

“Do you ever wonder what we’d be like if we didn’t find each other? What’d it’d be like if we don’t keep finding each other?”

Jisung was used to thinking these types of questions, but hearing you ask them out loud hurt more than him thinking them ever did.

“I’d rather imagine we’ll always find each other.” Jisung grumbled, tightening his hold on both of the bodies on either side of his.

“Okay but what if-”

“There are no what if’s, my love. We’ll always find one another, in every lifetime, even if some take a little longer than others. I don’t see a reason to dwell on the impossibility of not ending up right back here every single time.”

You snuggled deeper into Jisungs chest, hand squeezing Minho’s.

“I suppose you’re right.” You mumbled. Minho squeezed your hand comfortingly in response. 

Jisungs arms shifted entirely around you, squeezing as he rolled over to toss you in the middle, both of your soulmates wanting to hold you close. You sighed in content, snuggling into your boys happily.

“I am so dead serious right now, you two. We will absolutely eat without you if you don’t- why do your faces look like that?”

“We found them.”

“Found who? Why are you being cryptic.”

“We found our other soulmate.” Jisung said.

Bee’s mouth dropped open and within moments all of their brothers and Riley were there, bombarding them with questions.

“Okay, so is no one surprised that they actually have another soulmate? Is that just me?” Hyunjin said, a smack from Seungmin following shortly after. 

“Which direction did they go? We need to find them!” Jeongin said, already shifting from one foot to the other as if he were ready to sprint in any direction in a moments notice. 

“We didn’t actually see what direction they went in because somebody distracted us.” Jisung glared at Bee.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m hungry and didn’t know.” They huffed.

“We were facing that way so they definitely couldn’t have gone in that direction.” Minho cut in, knowing a grumpy Jisung and a hangry Bee is never a good combination. They loved each other like siblings but damn could they argue until they both turned blue.

“Alright, everyone pick a direction and let's find our boys’ soulmate.” Chan said, “Go in pairs and meet here in one hour, no exceptions. Even if everyone comes back empty handed, we have to at least try.” Turning to his first and last children, his eyes and tone softened. “Is there anything we can use to recognise them?”

Jisung immediately jumped into a full description, followed by Minho simply saying, “Ask if they know ‘All In’. They were singing it with us just now.”

Nods all around as people started pairing up.

“Okay, I’m going with Ji.” Riley stated, looping their arm through Jisungs. “Channie, you take Min. Bin and Bee, separate. I am not dealing with soulmates getting distracted and off mission right now.”

Before Jisung could even think about protesting, he was being swept away by Riley in the first direction he would have guessed you ran in. Jisung struggled to keep up with the pace set by Riley as they ducked into shops and restaurants, checking bathrooms and fitting rooms as they went. Riley wanted to cover as much ground as possible in the one hour timeframe given, which Jisung was appreciative of. However, Jisung hoped Minho and Chan were having better luck, or anyone else for that matter.

He wanted to find you more than anything. Knowing he had you in his arms was enough for him to get addicted to you, and if he stopped for a moment and focused on his memories, he was sure you were already fitting yourself into almost every single one..

Every one sided conversation suddenly being completed, all those nights spent with an unnecessary space between himself and Minho being filled by you. Your presence for those four minutes he got with you had already led to a downward spiral of need to be close to you, to hold you in his arms once more.

In combination with the presence of you in old memories, as if you’d always been there, there was also a small onslaught of new memories, ones without Minho but including you. Ones that further solidified your rightful place within his life.

As another memory flashed behind his eyes, he took a seat on a bench outside of a small corner store.

“Are you okay?” Riley asked, always a mother hen.

“I’m fine, just, check this one without me, I need a moment.”

Riley seemed to understand and didn’t ask questions as they pat him on the back and wandered into the store.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” A voice whispered in your ear as hands made their way around your waist. “Because I feel like we’ve met before and I’d like to get to know you again.”

You could smell the stench of alcohol emanating off the stranger feeling you up in the middle of the dance floor. Rolling your eyes, you ripped his hands off you, turning around and shoving him back for safe measure. 

“I do believe in soulmates, and you sure as hell ain’t mine. But the guy who is doesn’t really take kindly to strangers touching what's his.” 

Before the idiot could open his mouth again, Jisungs arm slid into place across your shoulders, pulling you in for a downright make out session right in the middle of the bars dance floor.

When he finally pulled away, the dude was nowhere to be seen.

“Took you long enough.” You said teasingly.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He smiled gently, and then led you to the booth he’d been watching you from.

You shook your head as you splashed water on your face in the bathroom, your best friend, Lia, pacing behind you.

“I thought you wanted to avoid them?”

Lia was the only person you’d confided in after coming to terms with the fact that your soulmates were not one, but two international superstars.

“I did, but, I don’t know. It was like being like that with them was so natural I didn’t even register that we don’t know each other. It felt right.”

“Do you think they know?”

Sighing, you lightly tapped your head against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t know. If they don’t yet, we’ve met now, it’s only a matter of time before I start filtering into their memories.”

“Do you want to keep hiding from them? Y/n/n, they know now, there’s no avoiding them not remembering you anymore. Don’t you think avoiding them now will just cause unnecessary pain?”

“I know that! I do. But, I’m not sure I could handle being in their world, and what if they end up resenting me for ruining the good thing they already had? They’ve been together for so long, and then I just blindside them with my existence? What if they didn’t even know they had a third soulmate?”

“Then they do now and they’re probably looking everywhere for them. Those two don’t seem like the type to resent you for coming into their lives, but they might if you enter it just to disappear forever. I get the feeling now that they know, they’ll never stop looking for you. Do you understand that?”

You opened your mouth to answer when the door to the bathroom swung open.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just looking for someone.” The stranger looked flushed, as if they’d been running, but even so you could tell they were stunning. “Um, neither of you happen to know the song All In, do you?”

You and Lia shot each other confused but nervous looks, which seemed to be enough for this stranger who finally let the bathroom door shut behind them, leaning against it and eyeing you both.

“So which one of you is the runner?”

“What do you mean?”

“One of you just met your two soulmates and then booked it while they had their backs turned, which was it?”

Lia threw her hands up in defense, pointing at you in the process and backing up.

“Traitor.” You mumbled, causing her to stifle a laugh.

The stranger blocking the exit landed their gaze on you, “I ran too.”

Of all the things you were expecting them to say, that was definitely not on the list of possibilities.

“It’s scary,” They continued, pushing off the door and walking towards you. “But the separation is worse. I promise you, it’s better than you can possibly imagine. The company takes good care of us, and while we aren’t allowed to be public, we go pretty much everywhere with the boys if we want to. They don’t do anything to risk our relationships.”

“I’m sorry but, who are you and what do you mean by our?”

“Oh! I’m Riley, I’m Chan’s soulmate. And Changbin found his as well, their name is Bee. I went through the running and being scared of falling for someone in the industry but Bee was already in the industry themself when they found Bin, so it was slightly easier for them. Sorry, I’m rambling, but my point is we’re both here for you and we both understand how you’re feeling. And that those men you just left in the dust are two of the best I’ve ever met, and they’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

That comment shocked you to your core. 

They’ve been looking for you.

“How could they be looking for me, they couldn’t have even known about me.”

Riley seemed to hesitate. “To be honest, none of us believed them. For a while we really just assumed that they found each other at such a young age they’ve never experienced anything but one another, so the whole third soulmate thing was just sort of a way to come to terms with the fact that they wanted a change of pace or something. But, here you are, and we stand corrected. 

“They may not have known you, or known how to find you, but they’ve been searching for their ‘missing piece’ about as long as I’ve known them.” Then Riley quirked their head in a very parental like motion. “You already knew, didn’t you.”

It was phrased as a question, but was completely an irrefutable statement.

“How long have you known?” Where you were expecting harshness or judgment, you received only the sound of sheer curiosity.

“Almost a year now.” You mumbled, arms wrapping around yourself for a sense of security. 

Riley blanched. “A YEAR?!”

You just nodded. 

“Damn hun, I would’ve lost my mind if I’d known who Chris was for a whole year. How the hell did you manage that?!”

“By convincing themself that Minho and Han were already happy and better off without them, that they’d just throw a hitch in their lives that they didn’t need.” Lia stated, you could practically hear her rolling her eyes at you. Riley’s eyes softened at her words.

Grabbing your hands in one hand, Riley brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face, gently cupping your cheek. “I know exactly how you feel. When I found Chris, I ran too. I didn’t think I could survive his work schedule, the expectations placed on him, all the fans claiming him, but he is so worth every single difficulty and so much more. I know you’re scared right now, and it’s probably worse for you because it’s just Chris and me, but Min and Ji already adore you, they could never be happier without you than they will be with you, I can promise you that much.

“I understand if you’re not ready yet. I wasn’t ready for a long time myself, so if it’s okay with you, I want to give you mine and Bee’s numbers, you can reach out to us with any and all questions, concerns, whatever. Heck, if you just want to use them to get to know us, that’s fine too. I didn’t have anyone to help me, but you have us, we’ll help you all the way. Think about it, okay? All three of you will be so much happier together. You aren’t meant to be apart.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes again. You knew Riley was right, you’d always known you’d be happier with them, but you also knew there was no way for you to get their attention, no way for them to actually find you, now that you had, now that they knew you, you were truly out of logical reasons to avoid taking your place by their sides.

Because soulmates are a curious thing. Everyone has them, and someway, somehow, they always find each other.

next part: a life eluded

a/n: ahhhhhh part two, I feel like it’s been done for a while but I’ve been like nervous about it idk, anyways I hope you enjoyed!! I know it’ll run for at least two more parts with potential for spin off(s) on the others finding their soulmates or even ‘prequels’ of Riley and Chan as well as Bee and Changbin🫣🤭 please feel free and encouraged to leave your thoughts and opinions and also lemme know if you’d be interested in being tagged in upcoming parts? ciao!! 🫶

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fics #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids x y/n #skz x y/n #han jisung #lee know #lee know x reader #han jisung x reader #han x reader #han jisung fanfic #lee know fanfic #han x y/n #han jisung x y/n #lee know x y/n #minsung x reader #minsung #poly!minsung x reader #soulmate au #idol au #reincarnation au

[amoonsong]

astro notes 🎀 .

please don’t steal 💗. —

Theory * if your Venus persona chart’s rising is the sign of any of your air houses natally, you might attract them a lot.

Ex: I have a Capricorn 11th house natally and in my VPC, I have a Capricorn rising. Deadass, the majority (and when I say the majority I mean the majority) of my friends have Capricorn Venuses. Whether they’re a Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius, sag, or Pisces sun, the majority of them have it. I don’t know if this is exclusive to that specific placement, I.E. vpc so cap Venus but that’s just a little observation I’ve made.

Trust, a Uranus 1st house or conj the asc is going to be controversial and they do it on purpose. I also find that if Uranus is in a water sign and fire sign they are super serious about that Uranian expression because they feel it more personally and/or emotionally and Uranus is reactive by nature so they end up being very disruptive. Uranus 1st house natives are so authentic because they are so willing to change and after a while, it just feels so liberating and they honestly just end up not giving a fuck lol. They also tend to be really bold too no matter the mars sign because again, they end up not giving a fuck.

Uranus 1h or conjunct the asc, Uranus-inner planets may not know how to live in the moment since they’re literally the future lol. Also, since they’re so spontaneous, fast, and have then Uranian traits, they always want more and end up losing the moment searching for another.

Mini cancer mars rant:

I feel like people highly underestimate cancer mars natives. Yes, they’re passive-aggressive but they’re still very, very aggressive. theyre only passive becaause they like keeping the peace and theyre really sweet people but when you push them to that point where they cant be sweet anymore, they’re just plain rude and aggressive and will curse you out or beat you up or something. It is definitely intimidating and overwhelming because they’re incessant and will not stop pressing you until they’re satisfied. They really see red and they won’t calm down until they feel protected or content so, if they’ve been bottling something in like they usually do, it’s gonna take some time to get it all out. Also, their feelings tend to play out in their mood so eventually, it gets really hard for them to repress their feelings when it’s practically written all over their faces and they also latch onto their feelings and feel them for so long. All in all, it’s very evident they’re the fall of mars LMAO and that incompetence normally causes them to act out of character. They act emotionally people!!!

air mars people are really annoying imo, Gemini mars are erratic and cannot stfu not to mention they’re all bark and no bite, like… Aquarius mars tend to be really indifferent which is weird because I find them to be the most humanitarian out of all aqua placements besides asc. libra mars r just annoying istg they are literally them, “where my hug at,” ass bitches. They’ll be bold when flirting but pussy when they gotta actually express anger, now they wanna play the blame game and play the victim like… (yall aren’t actually annoying I love you guys, especially libra mars 😋🤭😏)

A lot of Leo moons tend to be weirdos which are actually so cute to me considering the stigmas behind Leos and the way they’re portrayed.

Leo as the moon literally sucks because its ruling planet is the sun and it illuminates your emotions but Id say gemini moons are on this same boat because Gemini moons HAS to talk about their feelings and whatever is on their mind.. they’re so open which is cute but its also their detriment if you ask me. Hugeeee gossipers too.

them gemini placements know how to do hair like nobody business.

7th house ruler in the 2nd house might need a partner that has similar morals to them and with good self-esteems. I feel like this is strengthened too since this is a taurus house and taurus is so hard headed like if someones valueles aren’t compatible with yours you won’t have a significant bond whatsoever. I guess its because the second house is in the first quadrant of the awareness of self but when your 7h ruler is in one of these houses (1-3) its important to know yourself because in relationships you need to get partnets that are similar to you, your beliefs, and/or expression. if you go against that youll end up too focused on the other and their awarenesses and you often start to forget about your self.

i feel like aries second house people can either have that ‘who cares’ mentality about their morals, possessions, skills, money, etc, or they can be super hard-headed, strict, dominant, and domineering about these topics. often times than not though, this person will need to develop a very arian sense of self and self esteem. solid, unapologetic, free…

Your mercury sign is so important because its literally your brain and thoughts, it can be the way you react, express, talk, think, go about life, like your body needs your brain to function and the sign your mercury is in can explain a lot! No matter if youre a taurus sun, cancer moon, taurus rising, if you have an Aries Mercury, that Aries mercury will make that individuals mind so fast paced which could maybe make them pace to alleviate the storm thats occurring up there. They’ll be sooo much more outspoken and bold, they will rarely think twice or it would be hard to because they’re so used to seeing and reacting on the spot.

Venus in the first house can give you beauty but I feel like often times than not, venus will bring symmetry to your face literally or like your features fit your face perfectly. also, I feel that venus 1h house individuals are so beautiful because they take care of themselves and their appearence.

if you wanna call cancer and pisces mars passive aggressive and wimpy or wtv, go head and add scorpio mars with them too. scorpios mars’ are so sneaky and secretive until they can’t be anymore and when they get caught red-handed or called out they wanna act like the big bad wolf…🐱

the fourth house isnt the most private house, the 12h is. the fourth house open up to whom you’re comfortable with, who knows you for you so friends, family, and yourself. its how you can act when youre alone. the 8th house opens up to whom youre intimate with, so youre lover.. and the 12 house is the most private because you cant access this house unless you’re actively trying to, it’s a spiritual house so when you become more spiritual, you embody that energy more but still, no one sees it until you can grasp that energy and choose to embody it.

taurus’ suns usually have really good egos and they’re have really good standards lolz. unless poorly aspected, that’s an entirely different story.

#astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #astrology notes #aries #aries mercury #taurus #venus signs #gemini #gemini moon #cancer #cancer mars #leo #leo moon #air mars #gemini mars #libra mars #aquarius mars #uranus in 1st house #scorpio #scorpio mars #pisces

[ghostlspirit]

The Fool's game

Genshin men headcanons on their love

tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, dark themes, suggestive content (kinda nsfw), maybe ooc

note: I woke up and just had to write this lol. This is just a quick drabble and the list might not be complete. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Masterlist

The bruise

Tears stain your face even though you already stopped crying long ago. Scars little your skin and they feel like open wounds. You remember every day you got them, from him. He promised that you are safe, and you fell for it. His sadistic smile burns in your nightmare as he rises the blade to your skin. Another scar for his collection. May it be his initial that he carves or just random patterns, he loves your whimper, your begging and your crying face as you fully submit to his mercy. He thinks you look eternal like that, you make him feel so giddy. He makes it clear that you are his, your body is his. You know by now that the only way to experience the sweet smell of freedom is determined by him, through his blade, and only when he desires to cut too deep. But until then you'll have to live in a constant state of bruised legs, hips and neck as the pain and his 'love' overwhelmes you.

Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Ayato, Kaeya, Wanderer/Scara

The kiss

He can't keep his hands off you. He wants to explore every nook and cranny of your body, with his eyes, hand and lips. You taste marvellous and your moans are addictive, your shivers driving him over the edge. He has reached places you never knew existed as he holds you, hands moving, rubbing and lightly squeezing you. He's never too rough, always treating you like a piece of glass as he worships your body. You gave him a taste, let him indulge, and now he's hooked. He never leaves your side, he NEEDS to be around you, touch you. Without the warmth you radiate, his worlds seems so cold. But don't worry, you won't leave him. He makes sure you'll always be back in his arms, at the mercy of his kiss.

Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Itto, Alhaitham, Cyno, Albedo, Diluc

The affection

You don't have a choice to love anyone but him. He served his heart on a silver plate and you accepted it. You were a fool to be swept up by his sweet words and charming smile as now it's the only thing you whish to never see again. He would do anything for you, everything you desire. Isn't that so romantic? He tells you he loves you 24/7 and that you're so pretty and beautiful. He can't help himself as he remembers the days you would still blush at his words. He knows you still feel the same deep deep down. You said you loved him forever, didn't you? He knows you never stopped loving him, just as he will never stop loving you. If he keeps smothering you with his affection, surely you'll finally come around?

Thoma, Kaveh, Diluc, Xiao, Itto, Cyno, Tighnari

#male yandere #genshin impact #yandere x you #yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin headcanons #yancore #yandere x reader #genshin #genshin impact drabbles #yandere zhongli #yandere childe #yandere dottore #yandere xiao #yandere thoma #yandere diluc #yandere ayato #yandere tighnari #yandere itto #tw yandere #yandere pantalone #yandere kaeya #yandere cyno #yandere alhaitham #yandere kaveh #yandere albedo #yandere scaramouche #yandere wanderer

[therhythmafterthesummer]

[02:11] (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut (pwp, tbh. but still fluffy) | Fluff | Established Relationship Warnings: implied chubby/curvy/fat MC, mentions of alcohol consumption, some belly action going on as usual because we appreciate bellies in this household, pet names (baby), smut warnings under the cut. Word Count: ~1k | AO3 Summary: After waking up in the wee hours of the night, your boyfriend simply needed you to warm him up.

Author’s Note: y’all will have to pry the chubby/curvy/fat MC from my cold dead hands, bc it seems like the only thing coming out of my head these days lol. as usual, i’m working on bigger pieces so here’s one of my silly little warm ups, figured i’d post it in case someone out there enjoys it :)

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut warnings: Chan has a filthy mouth · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · cockwarming · clit stimulation.

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Sometimes, more often than you would like, you’d wake up like this, with cold feet, and a bit disorientated. Light was filtering through the drapes, but it wasn’t daytime yet, it was the fluorescent light of the streetlights outside. 

The dustcart had just driven by, you could still faintly hear it further down the street. ���There’s still time to sleep a bit more’ was the first thing that came to mind as soon as you heard it. 

You kept your eyes closed, your focus shifting from the noise of the vehicle outside to the sound of your boyfriend’s snores next to you. It was amazing how you were so used to it by now. The first time you slept in the same room with him you almost pushed him off of the bed just to stop him from snoring, it was almost as loud as the dustcart outside–or at least that was what you told him back then, you were certainly exaggerating things…

Now, though, you couldn’t imagine going to sleep without that sound. Crazy how fast our bodies get used to our environment, especially when you were so utterly in love with the source of the noise.

There were days where it overwhelmed you still. Days where he would wake up gasping for air, waking you up in the process. But most days, his constant snoring could easily lull you to sleep. 

You turned away from him, trying to relieve some of the stiffness you felt in your body from laying in the same position for too long. You hadn’t been living together for long, only a handful of months, but you were genuinely surprised at how quickly you got used to sharing your space with someone.

Chan just made it so easy. And you did, too. Or, at least, that was what he told you once. 

You felt movement. In a second, your boyfriend’s body heat enveloped you. His snoring had stopped, and a hum resonated from deep within him as his body moulded to yours. His chest pressed to your back, his legs folded under yours, his arm rested over your waist, holding you close.

“Mmm… Warm”, you weren’t sure if he was fully awake, but his words were certainly slurring a bit.

You decided to make your state known, just in case, humming as you moved your hand to hold his that was resting close to your chest. His fingers wrapped around your thumb, and he snuggled further into you, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies. 

That was when you felt him, half hard against your bum. Even in your sleepy state, you felt yourself heat up with the contact. 

“Baby…” Chan mumbled against your nape, pressing languid kisses on your skin. “…Awake?”

“Mm… Barely”, a content sigh fell from your lips as he kept kissing your skin, slowly, leisurely. His lips were so soft, so plush and delicious and perfect, you really loved feeling them against any part of your body. 

“Mm…” Chan released your thumb, moving his hand instead to rest on your lower belly, softly caressing your skin. “Can I… Put it in?”

He rolled his hips a little, letting you feel him better, he was harder than before, and had you not been that sleepy and that horny you would’ve laughed. This was a common occurrence, for him to randomly wake up and want to be inside of you, so you weren’t surprised by his request in the slightest. You hardly ever denied him, because you wanted him in you as much as he did. 

“You can”, was all you mumbled back, and immediately, his hand moved away from your belly. You felt him fumble with his length against your skin, so you angled your hips, giving him better access. 

Suddenly, you felt two of his fingers at your opening, collecting your essence and spreading it generously throughout your folds. “Mmm… Wet”. 

His fingers were gone, replaced with the tip of his length, running it up and down your folds, until he teased your entrance, finally plunging himself in. 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden feeling of fullness. Chan let out a sigh of relief, and he returned his hand to your lower belly, softly kneading your flesh. You were always a bit self-conscious of your belly, or at least, you had been before. But these days, when he touched you like this, you could hardly care at all. You loved when your boyfriend touched you anywhere, but for reasons you couldn’t even explain you just liked when he did this. It helped you accept it a little more, so he did it often, and it always made your heart soar and your walls clench.

“So warm, baby…” Chan murmured next to your ear. “Tight… As if… We didn’t even fuck for hours last night…”

You chuckled softly, finding Chan’s forearm and caressing his skin as he kept his tender movements on your belly. He always filled you up so nicely, always got you dripping, heated, and when his hand moved from your belly to dip between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it, you couldn’t help but tremble. 

“Channie…” Your voice was airy, a bit strained with the sudden stimulation. 

“Mm… Just wanna keep feeling you clench around me, baby… You feel so good…” Chan knew how to touch you, not only because you’d been together for a long time, but because he took extra care in learning what you liked and didn’t like. 

You still remember, before you had sex the first time, before you even kissed, during a drinking game you two were playing, a truth or dare of sorts, with questions and dares taken from the internet. ‘What’s your biggest turn on’, had been the question Chan pulled, and you had seen the way his ears grew red, and he averted his gaze. 

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer, you honestly wouldn’t have held it against him if he had, but suddenly, after a few moments of silence, he muttered a ‘I just love it when my partner’s feeling good. Love to make them go pleasure dumb. Especially when they’re smart and eloquent, God… Rendering them speechless is just so gratifying’, he’d buried his face in his hands, and when he finally looked back at you, looking almost incredulous that the words came out of his mouth, biting his lip, you felt yourself flush.

You didn’t really believe him much at the time, most men you’d met liked to talk big game, but then couldn’t perform as well in bed. But oh, boy if Chan surprised you… The first time you had sex with him he had you coming so many times you couldn’t even stand the tiniest rub against your clit the next day. You still remember the morning after, how he pulled you into his arms and smothered your face with kisses as he mumbled. ‘You look like a fucking dream when you come, baby… Just wanna see that over and over again…’

“My god, what a good fucking cunt…” His sinful words brought you back to the present, and you hadn’t even realised you’d started whimpering. “Fucking perfect…”

“Just… For you, Channie”, a quiet moan fell from your lips, his fingers moving just a tad faster as soon as you said it. 

“Fuck… My girl and her perfect little hole just for me…” Chan’s voice was barely a whisper, almost as if he wasn’t even registering the words coming out of his mouth, and it only made you feel more desperate, needy.

Sometimes it still surprised you how, after all these years, your boyfriend still knew exactly where and how to touch you, how to make you feel as if your whole body was alight with the tiniest of touches. He drew circles on your clit, diligently working you up, and before you knew it, you were coming, trembling within his hold.

“That’s it, baby… Just like that… Love you so much…” Chan mumbled, stopping the movement of his fingers on your sensitive nub, but keeping them there, applying pressure, prolonging your pleasure a bit further.

The dustcart outside was long gone, you couldn’t hear it anymore. All you could hear was your heavy breathing and your boyfriend taking deep breaths. In a couple of minutes, Chan’s deep breaths turned to snores again, falling asleep with his cock still buried within your walls.

You chuckled softly, snuggling further into him. He’d go soft eventually, you knew this already because you had been in this exact situation many times before, so you were completely unfazed by your boyfriend and his rather odd habits.

With his warmth around you, in you, with the aftereffects of your orgasm still coursing through your system, with his snores posing as white noise–a type of white noise that seemed to have been curated specifically for you–you simply let yourself drift off to sleep.

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[jinnie-ret]

Hihi! I hope you’re doing well 🩷

I was wondering if maybe you’d be willing to write a comfort fix of Felix x reader who has severe nausea + fainting spells?

I have both and lately it’s been so overwhelming to the point where I can’t work whether at school or my job because I get so overwhelmed to the point that I cry for hours lol

another day

felix x reader

genre: angst, comfort

content warnings: talk of nausea, fainting, dizziness

word count: 0.6k

summary: your boyfriend felix comes over to help you through your fainting spells.

Sorry this is late! I hope you're feeling better by now my lovely and that your fainting spells aren't too bad. I bet it's a horrible feeling so I hope this brought some comfort to you.

Reblog if you enjoyed, and let me know if you want to be added to my taglist!

FELIX'S MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

The throbbing pain in your head was getting worse and worse. Yes, you had made it from your bed to the sofa in the living room of your apartment, but you weren't going to be moving anytime soon. It had been like this since last night, but you thought with a good night's sleep, that the dizzy spells and nausea would have left by then.

But they hadn't.

You had a part time job to work, a uni assignment to work on, and people to see. Those people being your friends and your boyfriend. Perhaps it was the stress of this that made your headache worse, but it wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon, and so, neither were you.

Unaware of all the buzzes coming from your phone, you groaned as you curled up into a tighter ball on the sofa, tugging your blanket over you. And you fell into a deep sleep after experiencing another dizzy spell that and the whole room spinning.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You groaned as you stirred from your unconscious state. Who was ringing you at this time? Hand shakily gripping onto your phone, you winced as you dropped it in the floor. You managed to swipe answer.

"Hello? Baby? You there? Why haven't you been answering my texts?!" Felix's panicked voice was heard from the floor, as your arm dangled off the side of the sofa.

"Ughhh, Lixie?" you quietly groaned, your voice sounding a distance away as Felix immediately stopped his worried ramblings.

"Y/Nnie? Babe, what was that?" Felix asked more calmly this time, although you could still hear a slight trembling in his voice over the phone.

"Feel awful," you whimpered, groaning as you shuffled slightly to sit up and grab your phone.

"Aw, babe, is it your fainting spells again?" Felix cooed over the phone, hoping the answer would be no because he knew how much you suffered in times like this.

"Y-yeah, I, I..." you trailed off, words muffled slightly before you hit the floor, hard.

"Y/Nnie? Babe?! Shit... I'm coming over," Felix immediately gathered his things and headed over to your place. He stayed on the phone on his way there and you stirred, waking up again.

"Ow," you winced, having landed on your arm.

"Baby? You're awake?" Felix sounded breathless.

"Felix? Where are you?" you groaned, sitting up and grabbing onto the sofa.

"I'm a minute away, baby, I'm nearly there," he sounded like he was entering your apartment building now. You didn't even have chance to respond before your door was being unlocked and the presence of an angel was beside you, lifting you with ease into the sofa. Hands traced your body, checking you over.

"Oh, my girl, what's been going on?" Felix pushed your hair back, scanning your face for any signs of discomfort and looking into your eyes specifically to see if you could focus on him.

"Dizzy spells, again. Been feeling so sick," you mumbled, squeezing his hand back as he sat with you, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"You should have told me, love, I've been going crazy with worry all morning. Can I get you anything?" Felix gently cupped your face with his hand.

"Mmm, just need you right now," you yawned, eyes naturally watering and he wiped them for you.

"Ok, ok, I've got you, let's just relax for now, and if you need anything I'm right here, okay love?" Felix wrapped his arms around you, shifting his body to lay down next to you, and cradling you in his arms.

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[biscuitblinkeu]

To be Loved

Fluff • Abuse • Smut

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Requested

Word Count: 6885~

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, soft NSFW

Prompt: Soulmate AU with spoice— (reader is shorter than Rosè)

A/N: The long awaited one shot… yeah. I’m on my knees type of sorry for how long this took to get finish. Also, spice starts near the end— SJDHFHDHDJDJ don’t tell me anything about it, just let me fade into existence LOL. It’s not my strong suit, so bear with me. I hope you like some part of it anon! 😭🤞🏽

Soulmates were such a complicated concept. They could be born many years before or after one another; die before meeting; fall in love with someone else— thus breaking their tie; or right out reject their fated pair. They could be halfway across the world, or live in a completely different society than your own.

There were those who didn’t believe in Soulmates, those that thought the system wasn’t fair. But what was fair about fate? It was just a way to bind two people together. Forever. You either got lucky or you didn’t, there’s no in between— soulmates are simply a random occurrence. And the world was too cruel to give everyone the same happiness.

You were one of the few people who didn’t believe in soulmates despite the evidence they were real being all around you. You didn’t believe in the fairytales from poets, the grand, romanticized adventures about those looking for their fated pair, those who traveled across the world, suffered many hardships, and finally, by the wonderful power of destiny, found their other half. 

It was all a joke to you. It was unhealthy, too. Imagine spending almost your whole life wishing upon a dazzling shooting star for a soulmate to take you away from the loneliness and the imaginary scenarios, making them true, only to find out they died or broke the tie. Or to pathetically plead to the otherworldly force that created soulmates each year for someone to save you, to love you, for it to not be answered?

It was your own personal experience— something you believed to be a forever thing.

 It wasn’t.

.

The crescent moon grinned down upon you mockingly, its light illuminating the streets. Everyone seemed to always have a destination in mind, somewhere they knew they had to go. You were always lost.

 A bitter wind nipped at your face and hands, and you pulled your scarf up more.You looked at the heavy brown-paper bag in your hands and sighed, you had to go back home. Those all familiar feelings bubbled up inside of you once again: hopelessness; fear. These feelings made you hurt, they were empty feelings that just seemed to grow bigger everyday, making it harder for you to have control. You clenched your fists to stop the shaking, even dug your nails into your skin. It didn’t help. 

(Even if you did right, you’d still get punished).

That’s how it always started: the trembling. It started from your fingers and made its way through your body till you’re shaking. When you shake you no longer have control of your nerves. If you’ve lost control of your nerves, you get dizzy. Then you’ve lost the ability to breathe properly… and you drown. 

You ripped your gaze away from the bag that held bottles of tequila and champagne and forced your feet to move forward. Though, too caught up in trying to prevent yourself from getting overwhelmed, you failed to notice the wild animal scurrying on the sidewalk in front of you. A shriek left you and the bag in your hands dropped as you jumped out of surprise, its contents smashing and spilling out on the floor and your shoes. The smell is strong, and you wrinkle your nose. 

There goes your chance at having a peaceful night.

You hope they’ve fallen asleep and forgot. When you’re walking up the driveway you saw that the lights were still on. They’ve just forgotten to turn them off. They’re asleep, you told yourself over and over as you're unlocking the door.

They’re not. 

Your mother was still perched on her soulmate’s lap, just as she was when you went out, looking at you expectantly. Your eyes darted to the floor, and a quiet, shaky breath left your lips. 

She noticed your hands are empty and her face falls. You could see the burning color appear on her cheeks— she’s angry now, and in front of her soulmate you’ve embarrassed her? 

“Excuse me,” she murmured as she slid off his lap. She walked past you, heading to the hallway, and even though she doesn’t verbally tell you to follow her or do any type of gesture, you just know to follow her. 

You’re in the hallway, and oh, what a hazardous place to be in. Your eyes darted around the small corridor, taking mental notes of what looked sharp and what could bruise you and what might— “(Y/n).” Her voice was cold and it made you jump, she gave you a what-the-fuck look. “Where are our drinks? Where have you gone to take this long and come back empty handed? Where’s my money? Where has it been spent?” She bombarded you with questions.

“I had them, but…” Should you tell her you were a klutz and dropped it? 

Well, you’re unable to anyways. The moment your mom scrunched her nose up with that glint in her eyes you knew what was coming, yet you weren’t ready for it. It was just so fast. 

A heavy, hard smack collided with your cheek, knocking you off balance to the ground. The trip wasn’t so smooth as your back dug into the sharp dresser edge on the way. You held your cheek, blinking rapidly as pain assaulted your senses. God, your head was spinning, your ears were ringing, and your face burned. You bit your lip to stop any cries. Tears pricked at your eyes and you refused to look at her, your gaze trained to the polished wood boards. 

Your mother has already come up with her scenario, her answer instead of hearing you out. (Not that the outcome would be any different, but maybe less harsh).

“So you decided to drink it yourself, huh?” She scoffed, rubbing at her temples like you were an annoying headache. “I knew I smelt something… You naughty little girl, that was ours!” You still smelt like the alcohol, meaning you must’ve drunk theirs, that’s the only reasonable conclusion, right?

You saw her coming closer to you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and you yelped, forced to stand up. Your legs scrambled for grip underneath you and as soon as it’s gained, it’s lost when your mother’s knuckles collide with your jaw on the same side of the slap. She was not going easy on you, and you deserve it. You deserve this, because this is what you get for not paying attention.

Your vision blurred for a moment and you finally let a cry escape your lips. “Mom!” Your mother rolled her eyes and practically manhandled you to your room, her nails digging into the side of your waist and arm with a bruising grip as she pushed you forward. “Mom! Please stop, it hurts!” 

“Good,” she sneered, fingers digging deeper into your skin. You whimpered in agony. “You had one job…couldn’t even do that.” You’re scared, everything hurts, and you're beginning to tremble again, and this time, maybe you’ll welcome the panic if it’ll give you something else to focus on. 

She pushed you onto your bedroom floor and snorted at your state. “Go to bed. I don’t want to hear anything from you.” Then she slammed the door, the sound ringing in your ears. 

You didn’t have the energy to drag yourself onto your bed, and would rather not risk making things harder for yourself, so you curled up on the ground. The sharp smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, causing your nose to sting, each shallow intake of air more stuttered than the last as you began to weep. The gash on your cheek was painful, and the feeling of a wet sensation let you know that the skin was broken and bleeding. 

You can’t do this anymore. 

You've seen how hard it is for people with mothers and fathers that aren’t soulmates. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. You’ve experienced it first hand. 

Your mom and dad weren’t soulmates, just two people that stopped trying. Ever since your mom found her soulmate (Evan) and broke up with your dad, you were able to see your mom finally in true love, yet your dad was broken. His soulmate, who died before they could meet, awaited him in the afterlife. Not long before they broke up, it was like the Universe decided he had nothing else to live for if not with his soulmate, and he passed. 

Since then, Evan stopped you from finishing your studies to stay home and take care of your mom and the expected baby. The miscarriage was highly unexpected, and you’ve been the punching bag since. Your little brother's death was traumatic for them, and they couldn’t come up with a reason why it had to be that way— so it was pushed onto you. 

It’s your fault, your mom told you; you should’ve taken care of her better, Evan had said, she was too stressed out because of you. You’ll never find your soulmate, they said, creating the first crack. You're unlovable. Useless. Who could ever love you? You’re here because your soulmate left you.

(It was then you realized you couldn’t rely on a soulmate to save you).

With your studies discontinued, your life plans were shattered. You've been forced to live with your mom since your dad died, having no other place to go. You’ve hopped from job to job, saving up money to leave and get back on track, but they take it away from you anyways. You're stuck.

That’s why you decided to run away. 

When Evan and your mom retired to their room, you waited a few hours, then snuck out of your room— for the first time grateful for not having a lock— with a bag packed. You always kept some funds away from your mother, funds she didn’t know about, and today you would use them. The downstairs was quiet, and you made sure to stray away from creaky floorboards. You turned the corner, flinching upon seeing Evan in the kitchen digging through the fridge. You needed to go through the kitchen to get out. His droopy, unkind eyes settled on you. 

“Hey,” he said, frowning as he put his cup down. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your room?”

When he took a step towards you, you bolted, running past him and throwing the door open. A moment later the same door flew open, and you realized he was chasing you. “Hey! Fuck— get back here!”

You ran harder, barely getting air into your lungs as you turned corners and ran through streets, bumping into people. When you no longer heard his voice yelling after you, you switched into a slow jog, then a tired walk. 

You walked a few blocks, then entered a café to rest.

You glanced around the room, noting how cozy it was. It reminded you of how your grandma’s house would have a homey atmosphere; old family photographs hung proudly on the walls, soft music playing from a record player, and the air scented with something that made you warm. There weren't many customers, and you figured it was close to closing. 

You hung your backpack over a chair and sat down, resting your head on the table, taking a much needed break. You would order a drink, but didn’t want to inconvenience the baristas since they were cleaning up. When you felt your eyes closing, you reminded yourself to leave before 

they closed. 

It wasn’t long before you slipped into a nap, the comforting atmosphere lulling you deeper, and ignored the almost overwhelming feeling in your heart. You ignored the tugging sensation on your index finger too.

.

“Excuse me,” a voice whispered, accompanied by a soft tap on your shoulder. When you didn’t respond, she lightly shook your shoulder.

You flinched awake and she furrowed her brows. “Hi, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you, but it’s closing time and…” She trailed off. 

You couldn’t believe Rosé from Blackpink, global kpop star and ambassador, was in front of you. You took note of the khaki, bear-printed apron she wore along with a name tag,p: the café’s uniform. But more importantly, why was she so much prettier up close? Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and a couple strands were left out to frame her face. Her eyes were a soft but narrow shape, giving them a natural innocent look, and her nose was perfectly straight and sculpted. The bit of freckles that graced her nose and cheeks made her even more breathtaking.

The ever so reddening of her cheeks let you know that you were staring far too long. 

You quickly stood up and unhooked your backpack from the wooden chair, slinging it over your back. “I’m sorry,” you apologized almost immediately, as if it’s out of habit. Your eyes darted back to the floor, and she felt her heart break. 

Something clearly wasn’t right. 

“I’ll leave now…thank you for waking me up.” Without waiting for her response you started to walk away, unable to endure her curious gaze any longer. Though, a hand wrapping itself around your wrist stops you in your actions, and prompts a quiet gasp to leave your lips. Her touch was electric. You turned back around, trying not to dwell on the warmth encasing your wrist, and faced her. 

Why did she just grab you? She, too, looked shocked. Her cheeks dusted with a light pink as she looked away from you. Did she feel it too? 

Looking down, she noticed the harsh blobs of purple and green peeking out from your hoodie sleeve and her heart jumped for a whole different reason. They were shaped like fingerprints— like someone grabbed you violently. At the realization, she was momentarily rendered speechless. 

She only had one thing on her mind, and it wouldn't be right if she ignored it. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked down briefly before looking you straight in the eyes. Her eyes soft with concern, she asked, “Are you okay?” Immediately, you tensed up. You inhaled sharply, attempting to steady yourself by taking deep breaths. “You’re hurt. Who did this to you?” She pressed.

There it was. You could feel tears building at the corners of your eyes, and she definitely noticed. You tried to speak, but your tongue felt too heavy to form coherent words. “I— I’m…” You're fine? You injured yourself?

“Please tell me, I need to know.” Her voice was stern yet laced with a gently concern. You weren’t getting out of this. Her hand loosened its grip, but didn't fully let go. Did she know you would bolt the moment she did?

Your vision started to blur, and you blinked rapidly against the incoming stream of tears. It’s all you can do to keep yourself together. One part of you wanted to tell her, wanted to spill everything, the other held you back and wanted to tell a lie. You shouldn’t burden her. You could take care of yourself. But you couldn’t bring yourself to utter those words.

Noticing your inner turmoil, Rosé backtracked, and apologies were leaving her mouth in a rapid rush. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. That was very rude of me. I’m Chaeyoung. You are?”

You sniffled, feeling slightly overwhelmed. “…(Y/n).”

She smiled lightly. “(Y/n)? Your name is beautiful, I love it. Now… I know I was really forward just now, but I’m worried about you. I can’t just leave this unattended, I— I want to help you…if that’s alright.”

“Help?” You repeated quietly. The word felt foreign on your tongue, even more so hearing it applied to your situation. Usually people looked the other way, not wanting to get involved or merely too scared to. And you’ve gotten so used to it that you felt you weren’t deserving of help. Now, you bitterly wondered why it took so long to come to you, especially in times of need.

“Yes. Do you want my help?” She asked again, softer.

God, yes. Yes, you want help. You could only nod your head, a quiet sob leaving your lips. You hid your face, self-conscious in front of her. Suddenly, you're engulfed in a warmth, such a comforting embrace, and it only makes the tears fall harder. 

“It’ll be okay,” she murmured, letting you cry into her chest. She was taller than you, her chin resting delicately upon the crown of your head. The feeling of being cared for washed over you, easing your stress for a minute, allowing you to take some time to calm down. Her scent filled your lungs, and you could have sworn you smelled a floral mixed with vanilla. 

Once you calmed down enough, you pulled away and managed to whisper a hoarse, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she replied. “Now, can I know what’s going on in order to help you better?”

After that short moment, you told her - a stranger you surprisingly felt you could trust - everything. You told her about your parents, getting chased as you tried to leave the house, and the origin of the bruises. You kept it brief, however, and once you explained the details of your situation she offered to take you to the hotel she was staying at.

You were hesitant to leave the café, fearing your family was searching the streets for you, she called her manager to get the two of you and you waited inside. While waiting, she asked you a few things about yourself and exchanged some things about her. 

You learned that she had a “complicated" job that left her restless at night, hence why she was helping out at her friend's café. She was humble to a fault, telling you about her friends and how grateful she is to have the opportunities she has now, too. 

It wasn’t long before her manager, a young-looking, friendly woman, greeted you when Chaeyoung opened the car door and the both of you slid in. You’re not good at small talk, but she was a natural at it. It wasn’t long before the conversation flowed freely and you didn’t have to pretend. She made you comfortable.

There was a lull in the air, the only noise being the car’s engine grumbling and the wind whipping by the slightly lowered window. She turned to face you fully, and you shifted in your seat from her gaze. “Do you know who I am?”

You bit your tongue at the question, not expecting it— at least, not this soon. (Was it obvious?) “I do. I mean, I may have seen your face on a few products and billboards.” You pinched at the fabric of your pants, not realizing you were beginning to frown. “Is that okay? I’m not trying to...” Intrude; leach; burden. 

She cut your rambling short with a chuckle. “That’s fine,” she assured. “It doesn’t change anything. I want to do this.” It honestly scared her how much she wanted to help you. 

She has been warned multiple times about “normal people”. 

They’re different, all they see is your fame, you on the stage, what you have and what they don’t. 

She has been used because of her kindness, taken advantage of and lied to. Threatened, even. But somehow she knew you weren’t like them. She was acting on a feeling she couldn’t explain. 

The feeling she has searched for her whole career, perhaps. She pushed the thought to the back of her brain— it was the least of her worries. Now, she needed to make sure you felt safe.

.

You expected she stayed at a quality hotel, but just seeing it— such a large, grandice building, was mind blowing. It was nestled between a street lined with high end brands and local restaurants, drawing eyes. Nonetheless, you didn’t feel any envy towards her. You knew she had worked hard to get to this point in life. 

You followed closely behind Chaeyoung, the guards at their post by the main entrance, intimating you with their blank expressions and bold stances. They gave her a singular nod as she passed, their eyes lingering on you for a few moments with masked confusion. You smiled wryly, imagining how it must look to others, and readjusted the facemask her manager had given you. 

You didn’t want to cause any problems for her.

Chaeyoung was a natural at conversing with people, something you lacked in, greeting the receptionist with a smile and small talk. She had just finished laughing at a joke. “Is there another room available on the same floor as mine?” She asked, glancing at you. You furrowed your brows, confusion reflected in your eyes.

The receptionist clicked around the computer for a moment. “Yes, there is. Are you trying to rent it?”

“I am,” she replied. 

“Okay can you state the guest name and residency? Or are you buying it in your name?”

“In my name—“

“No!” You blurt suddenly, coming closer to the counting. You turned to her, shaking your head. “I can…I can pay for it, Chaeyoung. You’ve already done enough for me. I can’t ask you to do anything more.” There was something in your voice, pleading, which caught her off guard. Why were you so against it? 

She tilted her head quizzically, her lips pursed together. Oh, she would spoil you. She smiled. “No, I can’t let you do that.”

You were flustered, calculating how much she would have to pay: a whole lot. It was definitely pricey for your current funds, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have to stay long… “But it’s only right—-“

”I want to. So please accept, okay?” 

Realizing she wasn’t going to back down, you gave up. (For now). “…You’ll at least let me pay you back after, right?” You really didn’t like owing people.

She pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nope, c’mon.” She grabs the keys from the lady and leads you to the elevator. 

The ride was silent, and Chaeyoung didn’t seem bothered by the lack of interaction. On the other hand, she realized you had a lot going through your mind. That much was obvious from your lack of expression.  

Once she returned to her suite, she would contact Alice or her family for connections to lawyers. Abuse was a touchy subject, getting you to open up would be difficult…

.

The suite was luxurious— spacious and lavishly decorated with high-end furniture, plush carpets, and drapery. The living room was furnished with comfortable sofas, armchairs, and a coffee table. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding city. Further in, the bedroom featured a king-sized bed with premium linens and soft pillows, and the lighting is carefully curated, creating a warm environment. The bathroom had marble floors and walls, a deep soaking tub, and a separate rainfall shower. 

You re-entered the living space, completely shook. Wasn’t this too much? 

Chaeyoung sat on one of the island chairs, swirling around. “Nice, isn’t it? I recently started booking with this place. They have 24-hour room service and a private chef upon request. There’s also a private lounge, spa, and fitness center— but I hardly have time to use those services anyways...” 

“It’s… definitely nice.” You couldn’t begin to imagine the price for one day— 

“I’m happy you think so, I want you to be comfortable. Are you hungry?” She was already grabbing her phone as she asked, a pamphlet in her hand.

You shook your head, only to be betrayed by your stomach rumbling. She laughed, and the sound made your heart stutter in your chest without warning. She had a cute smile on her face as she beckoned you over. “Not hungry, hm?” She teased. 

“Maybe a little,” You said then, your face heating up slightly due to the embarrassment. She smiled wider, typing in the Suite’s website and clicking on food service. 

“What would you like? This place is really famous for their pastas and stews, but they have almost everything here.” She started listing off items, going from the most popular to the lesser popular dishes (they’re all expensive either way). Halfway through the selections you stopped her, finding a simple meal that was the least expensive yet filling. 

“Can you add the pho and salad to the order? I’m paying for it. You don’t need to spend more than necessary on me.” A stranger.

She frowned at that. “But I’m treating you, still.” 

“I know…but you’ve really done enough for me. I can’t ask for more,” you were adamant. 

“You can,” She emphasized. “In fact, I want you to. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I was the one who wanted to bring you here, and I have more money than I know what to do with, so let me pay for your things, please. I want to do this, let me take care of you.” 

You bit into your tongue, mulling over the situation. You knew at this point she wouldn’t let anything go, she’d just insist, and insist, and insist, coaxing you to comply with her lovely smile, and her kind eyes, and her gentle tone that never fails to have you feeling so warm.

“Okay, fine,” You said, and immediately a smile was pulling at her lips, that cheerful mood she had before coming back as soon as it faded. “On one condition: you at least let me pay for the food— yours too.”

“But—”

“I need to do something useful, Chaeyoung. It’s killing me, so just this once, please.”

“Alright,” she reluctantly agreed, almost hesitant to even let you type in your card for the order. “Just this once, and this time only.” 

“Yes, yes, thank you,” You finally smiled. 

The hotel staff didn’t take long preparing your orders, which is likely expected of such a fancy place like this. The servers came in with a trolly and placed the meals on the table. It looked and smelt delicious, and you and Chaeyoung ate right away. 

Sometime while eating, Chaeyoung called for your attention. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

You paused, bringing the utensil away from your mouth. You took in a breath, steeling your emotions. “No.” 

She almost choked. “Can I ask why not?”

At that question you became quiet. Even more so than before. Soulmates— there it is again.

Everyone seems to talk about soulmates; finding their perfect someone, and it seems Chaeyoung is one of them. “I don’t.” You answered, smiling wryly. “A long awaited destiny finding your other half? It’s…it’s really nothing but a fairytale.” 

“Oh. Yeah… I guess it’s a little childish.” Once you saw her expression drop more, that look of concern on her face, you glanced away and started stuffing your cheeks with rice again. You shouldn’t feel guilty for opposing the idea— everyone’s entitled to their own options, yet the crestfallen look on her face gave you a pang to your heart. You felt you needed to explain why, and you did. 

“No,I didn’t mean it like that… it’s not childish to believe in. I just— I know they’re real; and it’s great if you find yours and you’re happy,” you began, finding it hard to express yourself. “I just think the system isn’t fair.” What you didn’t say, however, is that sometimes it’s a waste of hoping and dreaming. You’re bound to get tired of it, to give up after a while. And giving up hurts the most, because it means accepting you won’t have that happiness.

“I see,” She murmured, given your response. She smiled again, but you could tell it was lacking. “Well, let’s finish eating. The food is getting cold.“

“Right.” You both ate in silence after that. The mood was heavy, filled with awkwardness, uncertainty, and just— something. You didn’t understand why, however. Why is she so caught up on that rare concept? Why does she care if you believe in it or not? You really couldn’t understand her. 

.

Chaeyoung was standing outside the door, returning to her own suite. “I sent you a text from my real number. If you need anything— don’t hesitate to call me, no matter the time. I’m just down the hallway.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Then she left you alone to your own devices. 

You decided going to sleep would be the best course of action. You avoided checking your phone, worried that even though you’ve turned off your location they’d still find you. 

Just sitting on the king-sized bed made you drowsy, and you were glad Chaeyoung was helping you, because it surely made you feel safer. It wasn’t long before your eyes grew heavy and your breathing evened out, and you were happy to sleep peacefully.

However, it was short lived by rapid-paced banging on the door. Still in the bedroom, you heard the door knob jiggling aggressively, and a few murmured voices. You flinched, immediately reached for your phone to dial a number. It rings twice before she picks up. “Hello? Chaeyoung?” You call anxiously, circling your knees up to your chest as you sit on your bed. 

“Yeah?” She answers lightly, her voice evident of sleep, and as much as you’d hate to rip her from her sleep, even if she said she didn’t mind, but you had a problem. 

“Someone’s—someone’s banging on my door. I don’t know what to do. What if they get inside? What if it’s my mom? What if they hurt me? I tried calling the security but I got no answer. I’m scared.” 

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll be over there right away. Stay in your room for now, okay?” Chaeyoung hurried down the hallway, mindful to not keep you waiting.

In front of your door, a man in a suit slumped against the wall, the hotel staff fussing over him. “Sir, you’re drunk! You’re disturbing our guests, this is not your room. Let us…”

She let out a sigh of relief, knowing the problem wasn’t serious— but still felt tense knowing you weren’t aware of the situation. When the staff got the man off his butt, she knocked on your suite door. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, okay?” With that, she cracked open the door slowly. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw you curled up into a tight ball, crying softly in your bed. Without hesitation, she walked over to the corner of your room where you sat, taking a seat beside you. You leaned back into her arms with a sniffle, looking at her with tears welling up in your eyes. The sight made her want to hold you tighter. “Hey,” she whispered, rubbing your back. “It was just a confused man, he had mistaken the room number.”

“…Really?” You sniffled and pulled away slightly, half-embarrassed you’re relying on her again, half not wanting to leave her arms. She made you feel safe. 

“Yes, the staff took care of it right away. I’m sorry you had to experience that…” She was frowning, frustrated it had to be your room, that you were probably scared out of your sleep because of it, and that it might’ve resurfaced some of your trauma. It pulled on her heartstrings seeing you so shaken up and anxious. 

“Oh,” you nodded, instantly feeling calmer at the news. “That’s good.”

“It is,” she agreed. 

You quietly cleared your throat, realizing the death grip you had on her shirt. Heat spreaded across your nape and face. In front of Chaeyoung, you felt like a middle schooler with a crush all over again. “Thank you,” you mumbled. 

“For what?” She asked. 

You fiddled with your fingers unconsciously, avoiding her soft gaze. Did she truly not know? “For coming here— for everything.” 

Chaeyoung wanted to shake her head and deny it— she did it out of her own violation, afterall, but instead accepted your gratitude. “Of course.”

Something has been on her mind for a while— your presence demanded her full attention; and despite not knowing each other for more than two days, you’ve managed to make her a mess— she felt like she'd do anything for you. 

“What’s that on your finger?” She asked, her voice a low murmur.  It was a red string, tied into a neat little bow, the other linking end tightly wound around her own finger. Her lips parted in shock, realization donning her features. 

“What do you…?” You looked at your finger, only for your words to die in your throat. You stared at the foreign string, heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. It couldn’t be.

“You’re my soulmate,” she murmured, sounding so undeniably happy. 

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head. It was useless, though, because the evidence was there. You suddenly felt the need to escape Chaeyoung’s embrace— your soulmates embrace. Before you could attempt to get any farther, another step— there were a pair of arms quickly wrapping around you, pulling you against a familiar chest in a tight, tight, tight embrace. It's warm, unyielding, and you were trapped completely— you couldn't get away even if you fought. "Chaeyoung," you started, sucking in shaky breaths, trying to not get drunk by the close proximity. "Y-You said I'm—I'm yours. Your—soulmate?" You get out, half coherent and half blubbering.

She understood you nonetheless, and hummed in acknowledgment, holding you a little bit tighter. "I did," She confirmed. You hadn't even realized that you’d started crying— but you were, and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. They're salty, and they're bitter with disappointment, yet above all they're filled with relief.

You’re soulmates, she said.

The rare, one-time chance concept of being a fated pair— having someone in the world that was meant for you and you alone, your complete significant other, where the world pulled you toward them until that bond is broken by choice. It was a lot to process, and it changed just about everything, but—

“I’m here, and we can take this at whatever pace you want. I know it’s hard, very sudden, but… I want this. I want you, if you're willing to accept me.” 

…. ⚠️

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Chaeyoung told you, following behind you to your shared bedroom, admiring the way your dress hugged your body. It was a black fitted dress that showed off your shoulders and figure. Your hair was tied up loosely with a pink ribbon. 

She changed after the show, wearing something much more comfortable, but still looked amazing. 

You flushed, beginning to take your jewelry off at the vanity.  “That’s the fifth time you’ve told me that,” you said, a smile present on your face. “But thank you, it makes me really happy.  I should say I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you were dancing. It made me….” You trailed off, finding it too bold to confess. Over the course of six months, she’s worked her way into your heart almost effortlessly, supporting and loving you every step of the way. Everyday you're grateful that you were able to meet, even if the way you met wasn’t romantic. 

“Made you what?” Rosie stood behind you and rested her hands on your hips. Unable to help herself, she  bent down to kiss your exposed neck. You closed your eyes, sighing softly as she kissed the side of your throat. “It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, and she sank her teeth into your skin, causing you to gasp. “Ah— Chaeyoung…”

“Tell me, baby.” Her voice held that tone again, the one that had you shivering under her touch, aching for more. 

Knowing you couldn’t convey it through words, you turned around in her arms and wrapped your own around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you remembered how she moved to some of their songs’ sensual choreographies and the control she had while doing so. She kissed back, deep and languid. Her palm was hot, sliding over your curves and leaving behind a searing sensation. You broke away from the kiss, your breath coming out ragged as you  looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated. “That’s how you make me feel,” you whispered into the little space between you. 

She responded by pulling you into another heated kiss. The vibrations of your moans against her mouth made her heart hammer in her chest as she began to lift your dress up slightly, wanting to feel your thighs on her hands again. 

Breath hitching roughly in her throat, Chaeyoung felt the tip of your tongue flick at the seam before sliding across its full length. She let you push your tongue past her lips, feeling herself losing herself in the moment, completely surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. (Kissing you seemed to do that to her).

Lips sliding and pressing against each other, tongues touching and tangling, you felt weak in the knees. You squeezed her arm, “Chaeyoung,” you said in between kisses, tugging at her shirt.

She groaned, the breathy sound of her name and the authoritative, low tone coming from you sent tingles rippling down her spine and left her feeling lightheaded.

With one last lingering kiss, she pulled away and led you to the bed by your hand. You laid down first, reaching for her and pulling her towards you. She crawled onto the bed after you, kissing you again. Your fingers played with her hair, combed gently through the locks. “This feels good,” you said quietly, tilting your head for more access, feeling a sense of contentment, desire, and love welling up inside of you. You felt her pause and smile against your skin. 

While busying herself with making pretty marks on your neck, her fingers traced along your bare thigh, making you writhe beneath her, and she reveled in how sensitive you were to her touch. 

She groaned at the slight tug from your fingers threading themselves in her hair as she continued to kiss your neck. “We can stop anytime...”

"No,” You said almost too quickly, gasping when you felt her bite you lightly, teeth nipping at your neck before a tongue soothed the area. "Please, don't stop.” You were ready to go all the way tonight.

Chaeyoung’s heart could burst out of her chest in that moment, knowing that you were ready for the next step, that between soulmates it would make the bond even stronger. She made her way up and kissed you again, now with a fever and tenderness that had a growing hunger.

Your fingernails dug into her back when she darted her tongue slow and deep across the roof of your mouth— in and out, over and over, in a way that made you instantly imagine her mouth traveling elsewhere. The idea alone got you riled up. 

"Chaeyoung, please.." you gasped against her lips as another wave of heat circled through your abdomen and pulsed between your legs. 

"We've got time, my love," She slotted a leg between your thighs, pressing against your center purposefully. “I'm all yours tonight." Her hand slipped between your bodies, hiking up your mini-dress just enough for her to have access to your lace panties.

You gasped and tightened your grip in her hair, subconsciously bucking your hips the moment her fingers brushed across your center. A wave of pleasure overtook your body, and you could feel her edging to dip her fingers lower. It wasn’t long before she felt how soaked you were, how wet she made you, forcing a stifled moan from her throat that vibrated against your lips. You whimpered, tightening your thighs around her hand at the sound.

Knowing what you needed, she quickly discarded your underwear, and dipped a finger in you, making you shudder and squirm. Giving you a few moments to adjust, she watched your face for any signs of discomfort before pumping in and out. You lifted your hips off the bed to meet her pace, her finger reaching deeper with each slow, tantalizing pump. 

You could barely think straight with how intense everything suddenly became, and it only intensified as she added a second finger, pumping faster. There was a coil building in your stomach, moments away from snapping. “Chaeyoung— I’m gonna—” You panted heavily, your face burning, eyes closed tightly. With every stroke, your walls contracted tightly around her finger, making her curse under her breath. "Fuck, love. You're so tight... Are you close?”  

You nodded against her shoulder frantically, nails digging into her back.  

“Then come for me,” she murmured, adding her thumb in the mix to push you over the edge, her fingers relentless, as you arched forward, the pressure in your lower stomach building to such an extent you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your whole body trembled, incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth, your entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. 

All the while Chaeyoung slowed the pace, your body writhing underneath her hand as she pumped in and out, her fingers gliding across your sensitive spot as she watched you come apart for her, helping you ride it out. She felt breathless, and absolutely loved seeing you like that; all flushed and sweaty, needy for her. You're her Angel— her soulmate. 

She kissed you, slow and sweet. “There, love. I’ve got you,” she cooed softly. “I love you, you did so well.”

You reached up, cupping her cheeks, loving the way your soulmate looked at you. “Just give me a moment,” you said, smiling. “It’ll be your turn next.”

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[kingofbodyrolls]

Learn to Love Again (m) | myg | teaser

💜 It has been posted! Read it here. 💜 Summary: People always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, mainly called pet names so no ‘Y/N’).

AU + genres: Hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), strangers to lovers, slice of life, heavy angst, a lot of sadness (I’m sorry!), dark vibes, smut and fluff and some humor. 

Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.

Word count (for the teaser): 480 words. I’m still writing the fic and it’s currently at 12k and I’m almost done!

Warnings (general) + triggers: Heavy angst, extreme heavy sadness and grief, death of minor characters, mention of previous character death (parents), mentions of su*cide, mention of m*rder, su*cidal thoughts.

Warnings (explicit): Explicit sex (I haven’t written the smut yet, so I don’t know what it entails yet 🤣). 

Authors note: I know it sounds hella sad (and it is), but it is also very sweet and heartwarming too 💜 I wanted to venture into the darker stuff again, and embrace all the feelings and sadness that I felt a few weeks ago (I’m fine, well I’m getting through it at least). 

If you are triggered by any of the warnings, I suggest that you skip this. It’s not that explicit though (except the smut lol) but the heavy subjects are still there and they feature in it a lot.

Also, the quote “people always leave” features a lot in this and I only now realize why I find it so familiar – it’s a famous quote from Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill.

*fun fact: I actually took the photo of the night sky myself (back in 2013 lol) and used in the breakline for this!

Taglist: If you wish to be notified and added to the taglist, just drop a comment here on this teaser, an ask or a message and I’ll add you. I kindly ask that you have your age visible on your blog, as this contains mature and dark themes, you must be over 18+ 🙂

“Yuna…,” you cry, the anguish in your voice echoing the profound pain that seems to squeeze the very life out of your heart. “Why does everyone leave?” The question hangs in the air, more rhetorical than expectant, as if you're not seeking an answer from Yuna but grappling with the cruel patterns of departure that life has woven into the fabric of your existence. Each departure, like a thread pulled from the tapestry of your world, leaves an unraveled piece that never quite knits itself back together.

“I–, I don’t know,” she stammers through her tears, the weight of the unknown echoing in her voice, mirroring the uncertainty that now shrouds both of your lives.

“Promise we’ll be there for each other,” you declare, the weight of the words hanging in the air. It's a poignant plea, an acknowledgment of life's unpredictable twists. You understand that you can't ask for an eternity, but in this moment, you're determined to hold onto each other as tightly as time allows.

“Count on it,” she vows, her response flowing effortlessly, a testament to the unspoken bond between you two.

Despite the tightening in your throat, a glimmer of happiness sparks within you at the assurance she just gave.

Why must life be so fucking cruel, robbing you of everyone you hold dear?

An overwhelming urge to reconnect with your sister washes over you, a deep yearning fueled by the ache of prolonged silence between you.

“I want to call my sister,” you manage to say through your sobs, a desperate plea lacing your words. “Will you be alright, Yuna?” you ask, your concern breaking through the waves of grief that surround you both.

“Yeah. I mean, I'm fucking sad, but go ahead and call her. Can I come to your place tomorrow?” Yuna's voice carries a subtle plea, a shared understanding that neither of you wants to be alone in the midst of sorrow.

“Yeah, I'd love that,” you respond, your voice carrying the weight of grief and the faint glimmer of gratitude for the companionship that awaits tomorrow. As you attempt to dry your tears with a throw blanket on the couch, the room feels emptier than ever, and the ache in your heart persists.

“See you tomorrow,” she says before the call ends. The hollowness in the room deepens, and you draw in a shaky breath, your gaze fixed on your phone. The background image captures a moment frozen in time, featuring you, Nari, and Yuna. God, the ache of missing her intensifies, and you can't shake the heaviness in your chest.

You tighten your grip on the phone, each tear that escapes your eyes a silent testament to the pain in your heart. Determination wells up as you locate your sister's number, fingers tracing the familiar digits, ready to bridge the gap that time and distance have carved between you.

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[pansexualhousecat]

this is how I think Morpheus and Hob felt about each other (and themselves a bit) throughout the centuries

Morpheus:

1389 - Wants a plaything and goes to get it. Excited to see a human begging for Death. (Sadistic motherfucker)

1489 - Finds him interesting, likes the love Hob has for human inventions and wants to see how he lives further.

1589 - Disappointed and bored, he expected more from him so he went to find someone more interesting and with more passion than current Hob.

1689 - Scared of losing him but then seeing how Hob still has love and hope for life has him falling in love fast.

1789 - Fully in love and wants to share more of himself with Hob, but they get interrupted. Flirty af. But also was disappointed in what Hob did with the slave trade.

1889 - Is happy and content to see Hob again, wants to hear him talk all day long. Proud of Hob for being a better person, but also understanding of his mistakes. Gets called out being fond of Hob and gets overwhelmed and storms out like a drama queen. He could've evaporated into sand but preferred to go out in the rain because he's so fucking dramatic.

1989 - Wet sad cat imprisoned. Release him. Sad that he was forced to miss meeting Hob especially after their fight.

2021 - He finally gets to meet Hob again after too many years. He's so fucking happy and also so relieved to see that Hob is right there, just waiting for him even after all this time. He smiles easily at him now, happy and completely in love with this foolish human who waited for him and even marked around the old inn to show him where he was. Morpheus is a fucking simp at this point but honestly after all of his romantic life being fucking terrible, he just settles for friendship for now.

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Hob:

1389 - Definitely finds Dream super strange but also hot. Believes him even if not fully.

1489 - You can count him on being scared and horny. The man doesn't know what he got himself into but is very enthusiastic to tell Dream all about his life and what he finds interesting and cool.

1589 - Wants to make Dream proud. He's living like this thanks to Dream so he must do something amazing of his life so that he continues living, right? So why is his stranger looking the other way and leaving him alone even after all the cool things he spoke about himself? He feels angry with himself but there's also some jealousy there that he doesn't understand very well.

1689 - He's fucking miserable at this point. Though is fucking nice to finally see someone who actually talks to him like he's a real person and not a pile of shit on the road. He also missed Dream very much and wondered why he hadn't saved him, but after stopping the want to die he understood that that life was Hob's to live alone and not Dream to interfere. He misses Dream even more when they part ways this time.

1789 - Finally got his life back around and is presentable to see his stranger. I'm 100% sure he finds Dream super hot right now I don't care. Definitely figured out his feelings after the last meeting in 1689 and was super excited to meet Dream again and show his worth. Is annoyed at Dream for trying to interfere in his life because he has never done that before, even when he was at hos worst. He understands after the explanation and feels shame. The fight ensues and he knows, he knows that Dream most probably doesn't need his help but he's going on 50% instinct to protect who he loves and 50% on showing off to Dream lol. Flirty motherfucker. They should've fucked this year istg.

1889 - Hob has reflected on his terrible mistakes and got better, helping instead of harming. His mistakes still haunt him, though, so he still feels shame for the horrible things he did. He's happy that Dream interfered at the time. A bit depressed. Reflected even more about his feelings for Dream and wanted to suggest for them to meet more, to make this more intimate and not like it's a business transaction. He's not stupid either, he knows that Dream at least sees him as a friend at least, he wouldn't care so much about him if he didn't. He tried to explain about it but it went terribly wrong. Hates himself for opening his big mouth but at the same time doesn't regret a thing. He trusts and loves Dream, even if the guy is a total drama queen.

1989 - He knows he said he trusted Dream and all that but he's actually so fucking nervous. What the fuck will he do if Dream doesn't show up? And then Dream actually doesn't show up. He waits all day for him, hoping to see the tall man clad in all black. But to no avail. He gets super stressed after knowing that the inn is going to shut down, so he obviously does the most rational decision... buys a new fucking inn and names it The New Inn so he can hopefully see his stranger again next century! Fucking simp.

2021 - He's a teacher now and every afternoon after his morning classes he goes to The New Inn to wait. Hob's hope never faded, so he couldn't do anything more than just wait for his stranger every day for all these years. He even continued in the same city without leaving, afraid of being discovered again after the witch trials... But he needed to stay there for his stranger. And then he finally came to him. Hob is simply and completely in love with this man, even after being made to wait so many years for him.

#i have more thoughts i guess but im sleepy #also i love them very much #dream learned to love and cherish humanity more because of hob for sure #dreamling #the sandman #dreamling headcanon #dream of the endless #hob gadling #hob x dream #morpheus x hob #queer

[takecareluv]

(2/2) May I please request Vinnie dating someone super shy and as introverted as him and when they're at parties he gets a bit clingy and protective (because he understands how invasive and overwhelming they can get) (and he also might use it as a bit of a reason to not have to talk a lot and be in everyone's insta story lol). Please and thank you

a.n. hi anon! i hope you like it! this is definitely me when it comes to parties so i really channeled my inner introvert writing this haha! also i love protective & clingy vinnie, he is so 🥺🥺. anyway love ya, enjoy <3

i got you baby || vinnie hacker x reader

after having been traveling abroad for the last several weeks, you and vinnie finally returned to sunny california. although you would miss paris dearly, and quite frankly wished you never had to say goodbye to the beautiful city, you were thrilled to be back in the comfort of your own home, your own room, and most importantly your bed. 

since a young age you were extremely introverted, and that did not change even with your presence on the internet that involved a lot of socializing and large events. so following multiple weeks in europe of doing just that, along with the extensive travel day you just experienced, you found yourself drained to say the least. you knew you were in desperate need of some alone time that would help to refuel your dying social battery. 

you had been so content cuddled up in your bed with hera and a mountain of pillows before vinnie walked into the room looking just as exhausted with the phone to his ear, and bursted your quiet little bubble. you couldn’t see who was on the other line, but you could tell from your boyfriend’s face that he was none too happy. 

“can't we do this another night?” you heard him question, “we just got back man.”

after a minute of the whoever was on the other end rambling away, vinnie finally agreed to whatever they were asking. “fine we’ll be there.” who’s we? you thought to yourself, because you didn’t plan on leaving this bed for the next week.

“okay.. yeah... alright bye.” he ended the call letting out a loud groan before falling next to you on the bed. 

“what's wrong, bub? who was that?” you asked, reaching out to run your hand through his hair in attempt to soothe him. 

“thomas. he said they're throwing a little get together for us tonight since we’re back and everyone misses us. i tried to get him to switch it to another day because i know you need some rest but he wouldn’t budge. apparently everything is already set in place.” 

you began to grow nervous at his words. you knew from past experiences that there was nothing little about a hype house “get together”. when you and vinnie were still living in the house, you often found yourself hiding away in your shared bedroom until the party quieted down. 

you were never big on partying in the first place, and with how crazy hype house, influencer parties typically got, they became your biggest nightmare. you wouldn’t mind it as much if it wasn’t for the cameras constantly being shoved in your face and the invasive questions being asked about your relationship with vinnie from other content creators, some of whom you’ve never even met, desperate for some clickbait. 

all you wanted to do at these parties was enjoy some down time with vinnie, talk to a couple real friends, and maybe even have a couple drinks if you were feeling it, nothing to overboard. but soon after moving to l.a. you realized that’s not what these parties were about. just like everything else in this city, it was all about content. in the back of your mind you knew this get together wasn’t about your and vinnie’s return, they just needed any old excuse to throw a party. and you, of course, had to be dragged into it. 

“i'm sorry, baby. i know this is the last you want to do tonight. but we can just go for a little bit, say hi, and then sneak out. i'm sure no one will even notice we’re gone. and then we can come back here and cuddle for the rest of the night. mkay, my love?” vinnie said, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

you only nodded in response, cuddling further into his chest trying to calm the anxious feeling growing inside of you. 

-- 

time seemed to go by rapidly that day, and before you knew it you had to start getting ready for the party you did not want to attend. with that being said, you only put on a faint bit of makeup, not even bothering to do anything with your hair once you got out of the shower, and put on an outfit that was more comfy than cute. not having the energy for anything more. i mean who were you trying to impress anyway? the only person who mattered was standing right next to you, and quite frankly he didn’t care if you wore a garbage bag tonight, he would think you looked as beautiful as ever. 

on the short ride over to the hype house, vinnie grabbed your hand, intertwining them and placing kisses to the back of it at every stop once he noticed how fidgety you were starting to get. soon enough you were pulling into the long driveway full of sports cars in every direction. when the car came to a complete stop vinnie got out first, jogging to the other side to open the door for you. once you were out, he swiftly interlaced your fingers once more and gave you a brief kiss. “i got you, baby. i'm not leaving your side tonight, okay? anytime you want to leave, you just let me know and we’ll be out that door.” he said with reassurance. 

you smiled at how caring he was over you, especially knowing he hated these parties just as much as you did. but he never let you see his nervousness. “thank you, vin. i guess let's go try to have some fun,” you laughed. 

-- 

the minute you walked into the house, you immediately became overwhelmed. everyone turned to face you, excited for the internet’s favorite couple’s arrival. “y/n! vinnie! you made it!” and just like that multiple people were rushing over to you both, asking questions about your recent trip and how your relationship was going, not without their phones and cameras ready to film for their instagram stories or next vlog.  

you were quick to squeeze vinnie’s hand, your anxiety heightening more and more with each moment that passed. he instantly knew what that meant and pulled you away from the growing crowd around you. “sorry guys, we’re just gonna go grab some drinks. we’ll be back.” he said with a smile. 

once you both made it to a more secluded area of the house, he turned to you. “sucks we don’t have my room to hide in right now.” he joked, which made you giggle. he was happy to see that smile back on your face, even just for a minute. “are you okay, sweetheart? i know that was kind of overwhelming.”

“i’m fine,” you tried to reassure, but did not sound so convincing. “really i am. as long as i have you by my side, i'm good. i promise.”

“well that's good to hear because i am not leaving you at all. you're gonna be sick of me by the end of the night.” he replied, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“i could never get sick of you, my love.”

-- 

for the rest of the night, you took your usual position as a wallflower with vinnie clinging to your side, constantly checking to make sure you were okay. some people might have found it annoying, but you thought it was sweetest thing. it actually made you adore him more than you already did, if that was even possible. 

anytime someone would attempt to walk over to you two, he would promptly pull you in for a kiss so the person would get the memo not to bother you. after the first few times, you finally caught on to what he was doing. “vin, it’s okay. i can talk to people. you don't have to protect me from everyone.” 

“i know but i don't want to talk to them either.” 

this made you laugh. “you ready to head out, baby?”

“mhm. let’s go” he said while grabbing your hand to lead you out of the noisy and overcrowded house, sending anyone who bumped into you dirty looks.  

--

as soon as you arrived home, you made your way back into your room, crashing into the bed. 

vinnie walked in behind you. “take off your shirt, baby.” 

“what?” you responded, caught off guard by his blunt request. 

“no,” he realized what he said, “not in that way. i just mean i could tell you were tense the entire time at the party and i wanted to give you a massage so you can relax.” he babbled. 

“you really are the best boyfriend ever. thank you for protecting me tonight and always.” 

“that's what i’m here for. i love you, sweet girl. now c’mon, lay on your stomach.”

you giggled, “ yes sir.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.” 

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n

[riddle-me-ri]

Well, now I want to see the reaction of different versions of Johnny (Scarecrow) to the death of his S/O...

a/n: so the angst continues lol. I'm dealing with a lot of social anxiety that makes me wanna die so it just felt fitting to carry on lmao. The Mad Hatters are next 💙

Content Warning: death mentions, implied violence, and some blood/gore mentions, and heavy angst.

The Scarecrows React to Reader Dying in Their Arms

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

Jonathan has long thought to be void of emotions.

You being the only person that made him feel anything.

When your body fell, Jon’s heart fell to the pit of his stomach. 

Despite his injured leg, he immediately falls to his knees to try and treat your wounds.

He’s panting, his heart pounding, as he shakes his head in disbelief.

Fear…fear overcame him like he’s never known…even more than when he faced his own near death.

Jon tried to stop the bleeding, tried to relieve your pain.

Fear…despair…guilt…

Jonathan went from being void of emotion to…suffocatingly overwhelmed with them.

Nolanverse/Murphy Scarecrow: 

Jonathan is in denial.

However, as he watched blood flow out from your wound, your body withering in pain.

Jon is dragged back to the harsh reality. 

He attempts to calm you down, he understands it hurts, but you’re losing blood. 

Jonathan barely makes out your faint voice telling him you love him.

He’s unsure how to respond as if reciprocating the sentiment will cement your fate. 

Jon did tell you he loved you, but soon after begged you to hold on, and reassured you would be okay…

Even though he knew deep down it’s a lie. 

BTAS Scarecrow:

No…no, no, no, NO!

Jonathan rushes to your air, the bullet still ringing in his ear.

He cried, screamed for help from anyone as he cradled you into his arms. 

Jon removed his mask and tried to put pressure on the wound.

He shushed you as you began whimpering, he told you to try and relax and breathe. Help is on the way…

Jon continued to say reassuring things to you, but he can’t tell if it’s more for you or himself. 

Jonathan was always scared it would come to this. 

His worst nightmare…to lose you…became a reality.

TNBA Scarecrow:

Everything moved in slow motion.

The knife sheathed into your chest, you fell to your knees after the knife was roughly torn out of you.

Jonathan’s first thought is to douse the assailant with fear toxin–show them fear–

But he saw you quickly losing blood as your face grew pale and decided against it. 

Jon’s mind began racing–no way to contact help, too far out to make it to a hospital.

He still wanted to refuse the inevitable, that you are dying.

For your last remaining moments, he tried to make you as comfortable as possible.

You slowly faded away to Jonathan telling you he loves you and that he’s gravely sorry.

Fear State Scarecrow:

You weren’t supposed to be there. 

Jonathan was in the midst of his most potent toxin yet.

And you were hit head first with it when you walked in and he thought he had the door locked. 

Jon tried to calm you down as your heart continued to pound–wanting to leap from your chest. 

You were panting, choking on the very air you breathed, every breath turning into a scream–

Until your heart stopped altogether and the room got quiet.

Jonathan is shocked as you fall lifelessly into his arms. 

Now it was his turn to live out his worst fear.

Year One Scarecrow: 

Jonathan was panicking. 

He fought between leaving you to get help or staying with you to tend to your wounds. 

He decides to stay until he can get you stable enough to find help or find a way to call for help. 

Jonathan doesn't want to admit it but the situation looks dire.

He tried to stay strong for you, not show any sign of weakness.

But there was no denying you were dying, it hurt even more to admit there was nothing he could do about it.

Jon refused to let you see him cry though. He continued to comfort you and reassured you until the end. 

When your eyes closed and you drew your last breath was when he finally broke down.

Masters of Fear Scarecrow:

As you tried to hold in your blood, you heard Jonathan’s mortified screams.

Jonathan held you bridal style in his lap as he tried to stop the bleeding and prop your head.

He steadily muttered the words "no, no, please…" and "please don't leave me…"

Jonathan looked around. For any signs of another figure.

For the time Batman stalked him, why couldn't it have been tonight?

Jonathan continued checking your pulse, his actions more frantic as your pulse got weaker. 

It didn't take long for him to start sniffling despite how hard he tried to look strong for you. 

He can't help but feel like he had this coming for a long time, he just wished it was him instead of you.

Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo Scarecrow:

Jonathan doesn't want to believe what he just saw.

But when you weakly croaked at his name and reached out for him–

Jonathan knew he had to stay with you, despite the instinct to run and get help.

His stern voice was laced with softness as he told you that you were okay and he was there and wasn't going to leave. 

Jon tried to begin tending to your injuries as much as he could but you were fading fast. 

He wasn't one to give up so easily, but he also knew the logistics that you weren't going to make it.

Jon kissed your temple and cheek as you slowly drew your last breath.

He just wanted to make sure you knew in the end how precious you were to him.

Harley Quinn:TAS Scarecrow:

Jonathan’s voice cracked as he cried out your name. 

This-this wasn’t supposed to happen! 

He doesn't even try to hide his horror as he drops to his knees beside you. 

Jon is almost scared to touch or hold you, worried that he might hurt you more.

He choked on his own tears as he saw the color slowly drain from your face.

He does find the courage to gently prop you against his chest and rub your arm in a soothing motion.

Jon shook his head, verbally beating himself up over what happened.

Before Jon finally gave into his tears, you used the remainder of your energy to tell him you loved him and it wasn't his fault.

#ri writes #arkhamverse scarecrow x reader #nolanverse scarecrow x reader #murphy scarecrow x reader #btas scarecrow x reader #tnba scarecrow x reader #fear state scarecrow x reader #year one scarecrow x reader #masters of fear scarecrow x reader #happy halloween scooby-doo scarecrow x reader #hhsd scarecrow x reader #harley quinn the animated series scarecrow x reader #hqtas scarecrow x reader

[azsazz]

The Rowdy Bunch

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: I love your dad!az fics! They’re so good! How would he react if the reader was having a hard time with the kids? Like she’s angry and overwhelmed and the kids are being nuts haha

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,656

Notes: lol I know I just said I would post this on Wednesday but it's my bday today so I thought I'd give you all a little treat and post it instead. 🥰💙🥳

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“Baz, put that down!”

“Wren, Zuzu, no running in the house!”

“Jax, please stop crying, mommy’s holding the babes right now,” you plead to the two year old throwing a tantrum at your feet. Your hands are full with the twins – one of which you just got back to sleep – currently sitting contently in your arms, Malos peacefully snoozing and Knox staring up at you with wide, curious hazel eyes.

If they wake the napping daughter in your arms you’ll be in for a hell of a time.

Shutting your eyes for a minute you take a calming breath that doesn’t help in the slightest. You can’t drown out the screams and laughter of your children running around, Jax tugging at your skirts, begging to be held.

It wasn’t often that you were left to your own devices. Watching six children under the age of ten by yourself was no easy feat, even if they were well behaved most of the time. Usually when your mate was away he’d send reinforcements in the form of another member of his large family, but no such help arrived this morning when he stayed out longer and longer.

You’d tried sending a plea for assistance down the bond once Baz had woken up the rest of his siblings by jumping on their beds and yelling only a few minutes after Azriel had kissed you good morning with a promise of being back soon before he winnowed to the House of Wind for training.

There had been no answer. Either he’d been pulled away by Rhysand for a meeting or was in the thick of a spar with Cassian, you had no idea. The male usually answered right away by coming to your aid immediately or at least sending comfort down the bond to let you know he was on his way.

His lack of response doesn’t help the frustration you feel right now, your energetic children refusing to listen to you, vying for your attention.

You try not to think about what he could be doing as you take the twins to the extra cradle you keep in the living room, for times just like this. It helped to have another around the house, so you could be near the twins while you took care of things on the first floor like preparing meals or being with your other children.

“Mommy,” Baz says loudly, running up to you, Jax stumbling behind his older brother, still crying out for you, chubby hands reaching up. You’ve just placed the twins down, Knox occupied as he chews on his curled fist. It should occupy him for the time being.

“Yes Baz?” you ask, giving him your attention while you scoop up Jax, cradling him close to your chest and pressing kisses into his hair as you bounce him soothingly. His hands are clasped behind his back and he’s rocking back and forth on his heels, the face of pure innocence. This can’t be good.

“Can I please go play outside?��� he juts his lower lip out, his little trick to get what he wants from Azriel. Your mate is strong, but he can’t resist a pouty face.

Too bad his father’s not here.

“Baz,” you sigh, soothing Jax in your arms. You’re so tempted to say yes, but he’d need supervision and you’re not about to move the twins again, having just put them down.

Maybe you should’ve taken Rhys up on borrowing Naula and Cerridwen for assistance.

“Can’t you wait until daddy gets home?” You ask, looking down at the little boy in front of you. Your frustration ebbs a little when the babe in your arms snuggles into you, resting his head on your chest with a content sigh. You can’t resist, laying your head atop of his for a snuggle.

Baz’s pouty mouth turns into a real frown, much more heartbreaking as his eyes cast to the floor, mumbling a soft yes. Zuzu runs past while Wren chases her, your little girl shrieking, drawing Baz’s attention who immediately joins in on the race while you cringe, glancing to the twins in their bassinet while Jax whines softly in your arms, his siblings loud voices disturbing his calmed state.

You hush them but it’s no use, they won’t listen, too hopped up on energy from their breakfast.

You try the bond again, sending a hot flash of your stress down the tether between you and Azriel. Your shoulders fall lax at the immediate response, a cold flash of guilt and then a warmth of promise.

He’s on his way.

An excited screech from Zuzu startles you as she catches a glimpse of her father landing in the backyard and everything that was just perfect goes wrong. Jax tightens his grip on you and you pray to the Mother that he doesn’t start crying but then Malos begins wailing from where she was so peacefully sleeping a few seconds ago and her older brother follows. Their howls echoing in your ears as your shoulders tense up.

Wren, Baz, and Zuzu are already at the back door as you step into the room, watching from the large window as two more Illyrians drop out of the sky, arms full with their own spawn.

Azriel’s hazel eyes lock on yours. He can feel your upset mood and he’s making his way towards the house as his children rush past him to see their cousins.

“I’m so sorry, Love,” he starts, and you just watch him with your jaw set because you can barely speak, you're so frazzled. He was supposed to be home hours ago to help you and now he’s showing up with two more children and their rowdy fathers? You don’t think you can take it.

He gently removes Jax from your arms, his shadows swirling around the babe, calming him quickly. You watch as he does so, a sting of jealousy washing over you like a wave, envious that he can calm your son so fast.

Your eyes flicker back to him and Azriel opens his mouth to say more but you’re already turning away from him, retreating into the living room to the still blubbering babe.

Reaching down to pick Malos up, your mate’s shadows wrap gently around your wrists, tugging them to a stop. You let out an exasperated sigh, eyes flicking up to your mate in a glare.

“Let me take care of her, please,” he begs because he can see how angry you are and he knows he’s in deep shit.

“You were supposed to be home hours ago,” you hiss quietly, all too aware of the children in the room.

“I know,” he admits, gaze falling to the floor in disappointment, “I’m sorry (Y/N), I just lost track of time.”

“And you didn’t answer my calls?” you cross your arms over your chest. Every cry of the babe in her bed has your chest aching to reach out to her, but you let Azriel handle it, setting Jax down on the couch to sleep while he tends to Malos, cuddling her to his chest and shushing her lightly. 

It makes your heart ache for a different reason.

“We were sparring,” he explains, rubbing Malos’ back, “And I know that’s no excuse. I should’ve come when you called. I didn’t realize how much I needed the fight and I got so lost in it that I blocked everything out and fell into my old ways.”

And you get that, you really do, but you needed help with the children and he wasn’t here.

“Please, (Y/N), forgive me,” he begs and when you look back up at him from the floor he’s got that pout that Baz had earlier, the exact one he got from Azriel.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes furiously. You sense your mate moving closer to you, reaching out to grasp you at the nape of your neck to pull you into his chest like your daughter who has seemed to settle a bit in her father’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers the mantra over and over between sweet kisses pressed into your hair.

You lean into him, breathing in deeply, the scent of him melting the frustrations off of you. You hug him tightly for a moment and revel in the silence, all of your children content at the moment.

“I forgive you,” you mumble into his shirt and he squeezes you in thanks. 

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off, Love? Take a bath, read, go shopping with the girls? Cass, Rhys, and I got the babes.”

“Yeah?” you look up at him, brows raised. You deserve it, after dealing with the rowdy bunch all morning, but you can’t help but feel a little guilty, they are your children after all.

“Yes,” he pecks you on the lips, “You do so much for this family and I was an ass this morning. You’ve more than earned it.”

You nod, mulling it over. “You were an ass this morning.”

You mate rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh that has your heart stammering in your chest. Still, after all of these years his beauty still manages to catch you by surprise.

“I’m sorry again,” he apologizes softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I know you will Az,” you give him a tired yet wicked smile. “I’m going to bathe and take a nap to start. I have a feeling I’ll be up all night with a handsome male in my bed, making this all up to me.”

You catch a whiff of your mate’s sweet arousal as you make way to the stairs, tossing him a grin over your shoulder as you do so, swaying your hips just a little bit more as you depart.

His lingering purr has you shivering, the promise of a loud night ahead.

#azrielxreader #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #acotarxreader #acomaf #acotar #azriel #acowar #acomar #azsazz #daddyaz #dad!azriel

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

My Old man's tale about benetint (product) & review:

in summer 2008 i was 14 & my best friend's family took me to Vegas w them. she had only just moved to my school for 9th grade & i hadn't met her older sister til this trip. She was 21 & soooo insanely beautiful like if barbie was a hollister model she had the look so refined in every sense, i was dazzled by her.

& she was so sweet to us, my friends parents went & did their own thing so the whole trip we spent with her but she wasn't annoyed about it at all she seemed content to hang w us & protect us from vile men along the strip.

On this trip i went to sephora for the first time. hadn't heard of it before. it had huge windows so everything was glowing from sunlight & it was sooo overwhelming. my friend's sister liked this brand benefit so i picked out a little starter kit that came w bad gal mascara, high beam highlighter, booing concealer, and benetint.. Let me tell you for the next year i cherished this kit like it elevated me a new level towards Prestiged Adult Woman status. but the makeup was noticeably nicer quality for sure! from my memory at least.

the thing i remember most was benetint cus i wore it soooo much for the rest of the summer & beyond, i stretched that tiny bottle as far as it wld go cus i luved it sm.. but after it ran out i never tried to use it again idk just being a teen moving onto the next thing. But lately i jst rly wanted a goood lip tiiiint cus i dont wanna b wearing lipstick or gloss all the time its too much i just want chapstick but i like a little more color too.. usually i wld use lip liner but it always felt like it wld smudge off so quick n its kinda drying.

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being in vegas those 4 days w my friend n her sis are definitely a core memory for me it was totally surreal. i wish i had photos still but no clue where to find them, my friend's fb account got hacked years ago n had to get deleted, so many photos gone </3 we stayed at treasure island & across the street was this huge mall that was repeatedly playing an ipod commercial with the song Shut Up & Let Me Go by the ting-tings, like... ON REPEAT, ALL DAY & ALL NIGHT, so that song gives me the wildest flashbacls like i'm literally There. In the august heat. i can smell it like. its amazing thank you advertising :)

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-PMD9

#frossworld #pochitareviews

[haechurch]

heart for two

pairing: bf!jaemin x fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, fluff at the end

summary: you're in love with both jeno and jaemin

wc: 3.9k+

this is embarrassing and idk what am i doing im sorry bcs this was truly absurd lol okay bye <3 just for fun ·ᴗ·

Your feelings are overlapping. You were supposed to be with lee jeno; only if he had the damn courage to confess to you a long time ago. But here you are, dating someone from your friends' set up blind date on your sophomore year that happened a year ago.

Just when jeno realized his feelings for you were mutual, you are already in a relationship with na jaemin, which also turned out that he's an acquaintance of jeno. And the bad news is, your conscience still wanted jeno to reciprocate your little feelings for him even though you have jaemin by your side, and you start to feel guilty, because you really do love jaemin.

You feel bad for him when sometimes you think about jeno and his cowardly ass; how you can do a lot of things with him just like what you did with jaemin. While jaemin, oh, he indulged you so much every time on every single day that it only makes your guilt just built so much higher in state you're getting confused by your own feelings, whether you did this just to forget jeno in the first place (which your heart's final decision is that the willing to date jaemin was purely because you really like him), or just staying by jaemin's side for both of your relationship sake along with this desire on not to hurt his feelings, or even worst, losing him.

But then he finally confessed. You and jaemin were dating not long ago when jeno finally said he likes you. And from that moment, you really thought that you're doomed.

Jaemin is the best boyfriend you've ever had. He's the ideal type of boyfriend that every woman's parents would love for him to be their son in law. He's kind, smart, handsome, basically perfect, and most important of all, a whole husband material.

Everyone can tell that he's ready for it albeit his young age. And the problem is, since he is a very loving person, such a heartwarming human being, you don't want to break his heart from any sort of iniquity. You just love jaemin too much to leave him for someone like jeno (he's too late for this), but at the same time, you gotta admit that you want him in the way you yourself can’t explain how you wanted him to be.

You fuck with jaemin an hour ago, now you two are lying on his bed, naked, and covered with a thick duvet of his. You lay on your stomach while your arms crossed, being a pillow for your head. Jaemin is full of thought when he stares blankly on the ceiling, you can tell. After all, you two are lovers.

"Tell me what's on your mind." You scoot closer and hug his waist while resting your cheek on his bare torso. He let out a chuckle, "tell me what's on yours." A comfortable silence fulfill the room.

You want to tell jaemin.

Want to tell him, that when jeno confessed his feelings couple of days ago, you two were ended up fucking from the unspoken truth and emotions that overwhelm from the both of you. You know you have no excuses for what you've done and it’s just unacceptable regardless.

You have to tell him.

You have to tell jaemin that no one can really stop you from the feelings you've been fighting to this whole time. That you love both men with all of your heart. It's like jeno is from the past and jaemin is there to complete the present; the timeline, and you can't live without them for the rest of your life. You can't live without your past, and you can't live without what you believe is your future, because they are what makes you until right now.

But how?

Just how?

You say nothing, pretty much lost in your own thoughts and so jaemin break the silence.

"Y/n." Jaemin called. "I think i know what's on your mind. You don't have to mind it, since i'm okay with it."

"What are you talking about?" You frown, getting up on your elbow.

"Jeno told me." Your heart already sank at his confession. "He told me that you guys were.." jaemin saw that you freaked out, tears starting to pool in your eyes and you shook your head in disbelief. He shush you before he continue. Even at this fucking irksome circumstance he always putting you first. You should've been ashamed of yourself. And you are, you are, but at this point, you seem like you're already losing your conscience and couldn't care less about shit anymore. That you can't think about anything else but fucked up and have failed this relationship; with jaemin, with jeno.

You don't know what to do, you just keep crying your eyes out like a toddler losing their mom in the crowd while jaemin comforts you, hugging you in his arms. You hate how warm he is. How he has always been.

"Jaemin, i'm so sorry, i don't know what to say- i- you have every right to hate me, just-" before you can continue your ramblings, jaemin silence you with a kiss. As the kiss goes on, it turns out to be more passionate, more harsh that you can feel your opponent is rather frustrated.

It's unfortunate that jaemin also seems to have failed to set his feelings aside, alas, he's madly in love with you.

Jaemin nip at your bottom lip, making you moan. He devour your lips until it got swollen, and you can feel heat scorching between your bodies. He started to trail kisses on your neck, giving your throat a nice love bites at the surface. His hands tightened, wrapping your body close to his as he continue to nibbling at your earlobe and whispering filthy words you don't expect someone like na jaemin to say,

“Fucking whore. Sleeping around with your lover's so called friend when you were supposed to be mine. Mine and mine only."

You felt like choking at his words. You should be ashamed of yourself for being turned on at this side of jaemin right now. And unfortunately, that didn't go unnoticed by him.

Jaemin felt your body tremble in excitement. He started to play with your nipples, flicking the bud with his tongue ever so slightly, making you shiver and craving for more.

He then sucked hardly at one swell, his free hand pinching the others. You arched your body, which just makes him go lower to your stomach and ignoring your neediness to be touched on both breasts, trailing open mouthed kisses and licks along your torso until his face is eye level with your pussy.

His mouth hovering over your cunt, you can feel his warm breath against your throbbing heat, and being a tease he is, jaemin graze the tip of his tongue at your folds with another ever so slightly touch which he knows that it's driving you crazy.

You buck your hips but he's backing away, strong hands pinning you down so you won't move. You whine in frustration and he sneers to his liking.

Another tears running down your cheeks, jaemin give you a look and wiped your tears away with his tongue. "My angel's crying? Why is that?" He taunt you.

"Please... jaemin, please.." you can't think anymore, it feels like your brain turned into mush, you don't even know what you are pleading for nor realizing that you're pleading.

"Ha... do.. do something.." your voice shaking, body squirming, longing for his touch.

He chuckles before his tongue finally making contact with your pussy, you yelp and unconsciously roll your hips onto his mouth.

"Stop fucking moving. Or you're not gonna get a thing." He menaced. You just pant, nodding quickly at his direction.

"Words." Jaemin said sternly. "Yes. Please-" you choked on your voice and tone was so desperate that you felt highly mortified at yourself. But you can't help it. You want him.

Jaemin finally flattened his tongue on your folds and licked a stripe before he sucked the whole of it. He’s doing it so passionately that it makes you keep squirming and slowly losing your mind, but the strength of his hands that keep you grounded is just incomparable with yours.

“Jaemin, please fuck me..” your patience finally ran out.

He glanced at you between your legs. "What a cockslut. You want a dick in your hole so bad, don't you?"

"Y-yes," you let out a sigh. "Want you, daddy. Need you to fill me up to the brim. Make me feel so stretched out and full, want you to use me as you pleased," you threw away your shame and testing the waters.

You do want to try having this kind of thing with jaemin someday, he's always been soft and gentle when it's come to sex, and you didn't expect that the thing is happening at the most unexpected situation.

Fuck it.

Jaemin cursed under his breath hearing the pet name. He then manhandle you so you're laying on your stomach and slowly bottom up without a warning. He started to thrust in a painfully slow pace that got you mewl out loud. You can feel how big he is, the girth, the veins that are popping out from every graze of his cock on your tight wall.

"H-harder.. please... jaemin-"

Spank.

He slap your ass and then stop thrusting. "Hm? I thought you'd like it to be slow? You're enjoying this a little bit too much, don't you think, angel?"

You just nod your head weakly, you feel like your energy is drained. Another tears rolling down your temples. "I- i don't want you to go slow,"

"You don't like it slow? Then tell me how do you want to be fucked. Beg for it."

"Please please please please jaemin i need you, need you to fuck me hard and good," you pant, "please be rough with me," you glance behind your shoulder, eyes locked with jaemin and he hissed at your lewd ment.

Jaemin groans, dying to control himself on not fucking you hard, he shallowly thrust in a slow motion, enjoying himself to seeing you helpless like this a lil bit too much as well.

"Whose this pussy belongs to?"

"You. Yours. I'm yours. I love you-"

Jaemin finally thrust hard and deep, leaving just the tip in your opening, only for him to thrust back into you powerfully, reaching to the deepest place of your hole that got your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "That's right. You're mine."

"Mine," thrust. "Mine," another thrust. "Mine," thrust, as the tip of his length reached your sweetest spot that made you whine and moan deliciously.

"Hmph- jaemin, so, fucking- deep, so- big, hmph-" your words muffled, your drools and tears staining the sheets underneath you.

Jaemin lift your waist so you're on your knees, hands clawing at your hips as he thrust in an inhuman pace that your whole body gave up and slumped onto the sheets while he manage to use his strength to keep your ass lifted for him as he fuck you harder.

Your face is a mess, hair's tangled, your high pitched moan and scream can be heard by anyone else near his apartment at this point, and his neighbour is probably gonna complain for the nuisance, but you two couldn't care less.

"Just like that, angel, cry for me." You're so close to your mind blowing orgasm that you clenched firmly around him, but then he stopped.

"Fuck... jaemin.." you're literally shed tears at his edging, sobbing painfully when you're begging and apologizing to him.

"I'm sorry, just- please. I should've told you first about me and jeno before you-" your words vanished as he shoved you harshly onto the mattress. You feel like you can't breathe but at the same time you don't understand why you are liking the feeling so much.

"Don't. Say. His name. While. I fuck you. Slut." Your tears just won't stop flowing from your eyes to your cheeks, spreading to all over your face. You breathe heavily, a sorrowful pain and guilt clutching at your chest but you still feel aroused at the same time.

Jaemin's heart sink a little at your fucked up state, he tucked your hair and give you a kiss on your eyes, nose, then lips before he continue to fuck you senseless.

"Say my name," jaemin demands. "Say it."

"Jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin, jaemin!" He pound into you again, precisely and forcefully, he fuck you so good that you can feel your orgasm is coming again anytime soon.

Jaemin groan as he steadily plunge into you, head tossed back and his mouth never stop degrading and praising you at the same time.

"So pretty. You're driving me crazy, you know that, slut? That's why you fuck jeno behind my back huh? To drive me even more crazy?"

"No! I'm sorry!" You manage to scream, his words just made you feel even more guilty.

"My pretty whore. Want me to use you as i pleased, hm? You're lucky cause i'm gonna do as you wish."

Jaemin's name is just like a spell to you before your mind goes blank and you bawling as you came. You're a blubbering mess, your body jolting as you recovering from your high while jaemin keep thrusting into you sloppily, which both of you know he's also close from coming undone.

"Jaemin..." you manage to call his name as he chasing his own high, "inside... please cum inside me.." is the last thing he need to hear from you and he finally spurting his seed inside, he groaned out loud as he shallowly thrusted until he finished emptying his load that overflowed onto your thighs.

When you thought that he's finished, you were dead wrong.

He flipped you onto your back, you gasped as he touch your folds and pushing back his cum into your gushing pussy to take all of what he gave to you. He then lift both of your thighs until your ass is levitating, giving your upper legs kisses and sucked harshly, marking it. He can see that your pussy's clenching and then he sneers, "someone's eager tonight."

"No.." you feel like you're about to pass out from over sensitivity if he keep going, but you don't even realize that your body is still begging for his touch.

"No?" Jaemin put your legs down, he slap your inner thigh and knead it before spreading the remaining essence with his fingers; yours and his to all over your pussy. And then he eat you out. You scream in silence at the contact of his tongue against your heat as he lapping and sucking on your clit. He shoved his tongue and prod at your entrance, got your face all contorted and hands covering your mouth, head thrown back. He cleaned your pussy up and sucked hard for the last time before letting go with a loud pop.

"Fuck, you said 'no' yet your cunt won’t stop dripping from arousal," he drag his thumb up and down your slit, and you jolt from the over stimulation. "So fucking wet for me.. guess your pussy's more honest than your mouth, hm? Tell me about it."

You sigh in loss, "y-yes, only for you, nana, please," scratch that, you want him all over you for the rest of the night.

"I'm gonna hold you all night."

Oh boy, just as he can read your mind.

Jaemin lining himself at your entrance, teasing your clit and folds with the tip of his length for a good minute. You’re sighing out loud from feeling so good as well as being slightly frustrated. You can’t stand his tease anymore, so you started to fuck yourself into jaemin’s cock. Good thing he didn’t oppose.

“Look how needy you are.. can’t get enough of my dick, isn’t that right, princess?” Jaemin stay still in his place while you’re rolling your hips vigorously, body hovering while your palms supporting your weight. “Y-yes, love your cock, s-so much,” you said as your eyes shut.

“Angel, come and ride my dick.” Jaemin hold your waist and you sit down before immediately grab his shoulder and straddle him, devouring his lips feverishly before sinking down into his cock and start moving rapidly. “So big, so fucking deep, hmh- feels so good, nana,” you moan out loud.

Jaemin suck at your nipples and leaving some fresh marks around your cleavage, feeling satisfied at his doing. “So fucking pretty.”

“J-jaemin..” you stutter, feeling your body and legs giving up after riding him for a while, jaemin takes the cue as he softly push you so you’re falling on your back and he started to pound into you again.

He hiss as he piston in and out, groaning at the sight of his cock swallowed by your soak as fuck pussy that it dripped down your thighs. 

Skin against skin clapping; your needy moan; and jaemin's grunt that heard all over the four walls are the only sound which is sinfully echoing through jaemin’s apartment.

“Pussy’s so tight. So wet. Only for my use. Mine,” he praised you in the most lewd way possible that got you dizzy, then you started to feel an overwhelming sensation in your lower stomach.

"Jaemin, i’m gonna cum!”

"Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum for me.” Your eyes rolled and you saw stars, back arched from the mattress, clenching incredibly hard at jaemin’s cock that got him released inside you not long after. Jaemin stay still with heavy breathing after he rode his orgasm and bend down to nip at your earlobe as he breathed,

"You're mine, and i'm not gonna let you go for anyone else, not even jeno."

-

“I was actually jealous when i know you fuck jeno.” Jaemin admit between the after care (you should’ve not surprised cause he just fuck your brains out quite literally after he said he was okay (??)) Also not even expecting that he’d proceeds a jealous or angry sex or whatever in between the case.

But more for your surprise, you did not expecting jeno to told jaemin that you two fucked behind him. Ugh, your head feels heavy when the thought of jeno crushing your brain again.

It turns out that jeno and jaemin are good friends. Jaemin actually knows you since jeno ever talked about you in the past when you guys were in high school. It's so funny how fate works. You do believe in fate and that's why you're a hopeless romantic (tmi).

“He said that he was sorry, that he doesn't want to ruin your relationship with me and he thought it’s the best for all of us to talk and sort things out. His morals say that it was wrong and decided to told me before everything gets worse. Also to keep our precious friendship i guess?” Jaemin explained. “He didn’t deserve you anyway. Jeno that prick..” (he's just jealous, guys).

You sigh loudly. “I’m sorry, jaemin. And i'm sorry that you have to know about uhm that, from jeno's mouth before i did. You know, jeno is my best friend. My soulmate. I just can feel it. It just feels so right when i'm with him, you know?"

Jaemin stares at you when you started to give him a story telling about jeno.

"Jaemin, if i had to be honest.." you nip your bottom lip nervously before continuing, "i love him so much.. like.. more than friends. And i love you too. So much that my heart aches.” You look at him with doe eyes, trying to read his face but failing. "I.. i apologize that i ruined everything, i'm sorry," you exhale weakly, jaemin catches you when your tears roll down your cheeks again.

He inhale then exhale deeply. If that's how you're feeling, what can he do to stop you from feeling it? Who are jaemin to control a feeling that does not even belong to him?

You smile bitterly at jaemin. "Jaemin, it's okay if you want to leave me. After all, you don't deserve someone whose heart is branched for two people at once." Jaemin just stares at you with the same gaze, his face clearly tells that he is somehow disheartened, but you really don't know what he's thinking inside. "I don't deserve you. You're too good for me." Your voice started to shake. "And i'm evil. I'm sorry that i.." you stop for a while before continuing a word that never gonna escape from your mouth in the first place. "You know what, never mind. It's me. The problem is me." You shake your head. “I guess this is the end. It’s over. We’re over.”

Jaemin's eyes widen, he immediately grab your wrist, jaw clenching hard. "What do you mean?" His low voice was full of disapproval.

You let out a chuckle. "Now you're talking to me. You heard me. I'm gonna leave because i think that would be the best for the three of us. See? I told you, i'm evil. I'm selfish, jaemin, i-"

"Don't. Ever say that again." He snapped and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly that you could barely breathe. "I don't want you to leave. How can you say things like that?" He brush your crown of head and burying his nose between your hair. "Who says that you can leave me, hm?" His voice got softened that it is almost sound like a whisper.

"You heard me when i said that i already knew you back then, right? You might not know me, and i might not know you properly, but one thing i know is, i already liked you since i first saw you." You can feel that he smile fondly while he's talking. You close your eyes with furrowed brows and listen to every word that came out from his mouth, your chin resting on his shoulder as he shared his warmth with you.

"You keep talking, so i thought i'm just gonna hear it until you finished. Definitely not expecting the last one though." He chuckles, then let you go from the hug to cup your cheeks. "I didn't say that i mind you to having feelings for jeno. Did i say that i don't want you anymore because you have feelings for him? You're making assumptions on your own, y/n. I'm not gonna let you go even if you love someone else other than me." He said as he brushed another freshly stain of your tears from your cheek.

"But jaemin, you don't understand. I love both of you. And i don't think i'm gonna turn either of you down."

"I know." He answered sternly.

Jaemin is looking at you right in the eyes. One another maintaining eye contact as fighting for a domination. And finally you know that he understands.

"Oh." You uttered.

"Yeah."

Jaemin cock an eyebrow. "Still want to break up with me?"

You pressed your lips together and hum. "Nope."

"No?"

"No..?"

Jaemin snuggled into the crook of your neck and bite in awe. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You giggled, “you know, you’re so sexy when you’re swearing.”

“I just happened to know about it not long ago.” You hug jaemin tightly, burying your face in his chest and arms. Moreover, you realized that you never felt this happy in your whole life before.

“You know, you could actually confess to jeno first if he was that dense.” Jaemin spare a glance to you. "But glad that you didn’t though. And thank god that you two weren't that senseful. Can’t imagine if you’re ended up with jeno and not me this whole time.” Jaemin smiles in victory.

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