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I think theyâd have their first âofficialâ date back in California- Stiles had made a plan with Scott and Sam, having Scott text him and tell him there was some kind of supernatural emergency back in Beacon Hills. Stiles asked Dean for his help and expertise, telling him itâd make him look good in the eyes of Raf, Scottâs Dad who also works for the FBI, and would help in clearing their case. And it wasnât completely a lie, there was a current supernatural threat back home, but it was a minor thing. As far as Samâs part, Stiles had spent the week asking the tall brunette dozens of questions about Dean and what he liked. Heâd found out about Deanâs dream to go to the beach and just relax and ran with that. From there it was just convincing Dean to go with him without his brother or his precious Impala.
Once safe and sound in California Stiles left Dean with his Dad, Raf, Parrish and Scott at the Sheriffâs station to go over what was going on, telling Dean he had to go pick up the rest of the pack because Lydiaâs car had broken down. Though he was really picking up food, beer and snacks for the two of them and setting everything up in the back of his Jeep. Afterwards he picked Dean up from the station and drove them to the beach instead of to Stilesâ where he had told Dean they were going. When they made it to the beach thatâs when he surprised Dean with the date. After eating and drinking, taking a swim at sunset, and doing unholy things on the beach and in the back of Stiles' jeep they fell asleep in the makeshift bed in the Jeep in each other's arms.
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Really Drives Me Mad | Bfs Dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+
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My best friend tells me that he's a keeper
I really like Dylan a lot
But Dylan's dad
He really drives me mad
With his faded tats
Sings in a cover band
Yeah he's super hot with his ripped dad bod
Oh my, oh my god
I like Dylan a lot
But oh god
I love Dylan's dad
I know y'all weren't expecting this... Well neither was I. It like invaded my mind and begged me to write it. (this is the dirtiest thing ive ever written.)
Word Count: 7.5k
Summary: You've been dating Dylan Munson for a little bit, and it's going well, or at least you feel like it is. Despite everything right with Dylan you can't help but feel uneasy...then you meet Eddie Munson, his dad... and find yourself wet at the sight of him. (reader is in her 20s, Eddie probably in his 40s or so)
Warnings: masturbation (both), voyeurism (both), lot of perv!Eddie, reader ends up cheating, just some dirty stuff. MINORS DNI.
As you sit cross legged on your best friendâs garage couch mindlessly watching some Netflix while she took another hit, your phone dings, a text message youâve been waiting on.
âOoh, speak of the devil.â She teases you, putting the bong aside to peek at what Dylan texted you. You roll your eyes at her, answering him to pick you up in the morning. âWhat did he say?â
Her eyebrows were wagging over-exaggeratingly, and you narrow your eyes. âJust asked when I wanted to get picked up for our trip to the beach tomorrow.â
âAre you excited?â She asks, her voice suggestive and you can hear more excitement in her voice alone than you felt about the trip.
âYes.â You lie to her, because if you told the truth, you knew youâd hear about it.
Dylan was a good guy. You met him through a singles mixer you went to for shits and giggles and ended up meeting him. He had no business being there, his league was not the type of girl to go to a Fajita style mixer even for laughs. He was so overwhelmingly better looking than every other guy in that mixer that scooping him up before anyone dug their claws in was the logical thing to do.
It wasnât that you didnât find him hot.
Dylan ended up being almost everything you said you were looking for. Stable. Ready for commitment. Willing to go the extra mile.
He was stable in every way it takes most men into their 30s to figure out.
You knew he was a rare find as someone dating in your 20s. Yet, there was just something missing.
It wasnât anything you could describe, and each time you had expressed the feeling people seem to dismiss it, claiming it stemmed from every failed relationship youâve had. Logically, you should be head over heels over this man who is so sweet and willing to do the most.
But the feeling just nagged at your skull.
For the sake of not feeling guilty and seeing that same bug-eyed expression on your best friend you lie. It felt weird to have to lie to her just to seem grateful for what life has provided to you on a silver platter. So, until an actual reason for this hesitancy presents itself, the dates and the heavy make out sessions and whatnot will continue.
The ego boost he provides when he sends you drooling emojis when you send a bikini selfie for what youâre wearing the next day certainly doesnât help your case.
âIâm so glad you found him, heâs so sweet.â She mentions off-hand.
You nod, gritting your teeth.
-
Dylan is on time, as always, prompt and proper to pick you up from your apartment. He texts to let you know he was outside, and you grab your beach bag of snacks and your towel and do a final assessment in the mirror.
Cute pink bikini that hung by a string sitting high on your hips, barely hidden by the long cut out dress you wore. Your bag matched the bikini, and you wore some tiny sunnies to put the whole look together. If youâre gonna date someone as good looking might as well look the part.
As you approached his chevy truck he was animatedly bug eyed while looking at you, his brown eyes popping out of their socket while he drummed his steering wheel. His zest and energy for life was always so contagious. You smiled at him, your cheeks burning as you climbed into the passenger seat.
âHi baby.â He greets you, kissing you softly. You find yourself grinning into it.
He pulls out onto the main road for the forty-five-minute trip to the lake most people go for a weekend getaway. About five minutes down the road, Dylan pats his cargo shorts down real quick and grunts in disappointment.
âWhat?â
âForgot the parking pass for the beach lot. I literally got that for fifteen dollars so I wouldnât have to pay twenty at the till.â He explains, making a sudden left turn.
Youâve been to his house before, and he usually takes you there when his dad is either at work or just not home. You werenât sure why, his dad seemed like a decent dude.
(From what youâve heard anyway)
Maybe, like you, he wasnât ready for meeting the parents yet.
âOh, I think my dad will be home around now. Hope thatâs okay.â He says, as if you had just spoken aloud. âI think it was time for you to meet him, anyways.â
Shit. Nope. He was ready. You were no where ready for him to meet your mom, who already loved him just from your best friendâs descriptions.
âOh. Sure.â You glance down to your outfit, something worn not knowing you were about to meet parents. âAre you sure Iâm dressed for that though?â
âMy dad has met girlfriends in worse positions.â Dylan laughs. âTrust me. This is a better meeting.â
This helps you very little.
Five minutes down the road he pulls into the starter home he and his dad have been living in his whole life, a sweet little bungalow with three rooms and two bathrooms. It was by no means anything to cough at, certainly impressive for a mechanic, but Dylan seemed to behave incredibly sheepishly every time.
Dylan pulls in, and your heart races as you see his dadâs truck in the driveway. As Dylan gets out to open your door, he can feel your nervousness. âCan I just stay here?â You ask him, unsure why he needed you to go in for a pass in the first place.
âOh I promise he doesnât bite.â He jokes.
You give him a weak smile, holding his hand as you walked to the front door. The door doesnât need a key, swinging open and the bright sunlight giving you both a shadow against the hardwood flooring. Dylan walks in, calling for his dadâs name. You squeeze his hand tighter out of nervousness. Eventually the sounds of his creaky steps are heard from the kitchen where Dylan is scanning for his pass, signalling his father coming down the steps.
You were facing towards the stove across the island counter, watching Dylan go through the drawers for it.
âWoah, thought youâd be halfway to the beach by now, you were so damn excited.â You hear his dadâs voice, and thereâs something about it, his tone leaning towards a tease that enticed you to turn your head towards him.
Your jaw dropped. Or it didnât. Certainly felt like a moment for your mouth to open in amazement. In a split second you knew where Dylan got his good looks, and it was only a fraction of how mouth watering his dad was.
He wonders in with sweatpants low on his hips wearing a band t-shirt and his long curly hair was wet from a shower. As he shuffled by to the fridge, the scent of aftershave invaded your nose and somehow it just went straight to your core. He was certainly fit even for a dad, slight dad bod but nothing to poke at, you could tell he worked with his hands.
âForgot my pass.â He mutters, looking through another drawer.
âI saw it this morning, so I put it in your bag as you were heading out.â His dad mentions off hand, getting the ingredients for a bowl of cereal out. As he lifted his hands over his head revealing a tattoo on his tummy and the treasure trail saliva entered your mouth like water bursting through a man-made dam.
âSeriously?â Dylan dead pans. He turns to you, and you switch your glance to seem innocent like you havenât been eye-fucking his dad. âIâm gonna go double check itâs in there. Just stay here be right back.â He kisses you on the forehead and leaves without giving you a chance to protest.
âNice, to meet you, by the way.â He says in a gruff voice as he pours the sugary cereal into the bowl.
âNice to meet you, too, Mr. Munson.â Your voice sounded strained; you were hoping you were just imagining it.
He lets out a noise in disgust, his face scrunching up comically. âOh god. Donât call me that. Call me Eddie. Never Mr. Munson. Gross.â
You smile closed mouthed at his genuine disgust for it, and Eddie presents a smile as if your laughter was the long-term goal. âNice to meet you, Eddie.â
âMuch better.â He praises you, and it might be the closest thing youâll ever get to the kind of praise you wanted from him, the kind where you find yourself on your knees in the kitchen, but you happily accepted it. Any crumbs you would happily take.
He could spit on you, and you would thank him.
Oh. ThatâsâŠnew.
That wasnât something you felt with Dylan at all. If Dylan had decided to spit on your face during sex, you would call the police. It would turn you off so fast you would kick him off you.
âGoing to Lake Maureen?â He asks you, supposedly making small talk.
âNope.â You tell him. âMuseum.â
Eddie tilted his head, and from his shoulderâs shaking and the slow smile you could tell he was laughing.
âYes.â You affirm.
âWhere did you meet again?â Eddie asks as he puts away the milk, his voice seeming to extend from a thought he doesnât share.
âOh, a mixer.â
âNot the church mixer.â Eddie tilts his head, seeming genuinely fearful it was the truth.
You confirm that yes, it was the church mixer.
Eddie grabs a mug to pour the coffee you hadnât noticed had he put on. As his hands cup a graphic mug you couldnât see the comic for, you see the silver rings on his fingers and if your core wasnât heated up before, it certainly was now. Â He leans forward, taking a sip of straight black coffee for a minute. âSweetheart. Youâre far too pretty to be going to a goddamn mixer. No wonder he was so fucking enthralled when he got home that day.â
You feel your face heat up at the nickname followed by him calling you pretty. Your thighs squeeze together as you attempt to force your heart back into your chest where it belonged. Somehow your extremities were freezing, and all the heat was centered in your pussy, just soaked from his presence alone.
He could tell you werenât taking the compliment seriously. âSeriously. If he fucks it up and you end up single again no more fucking mixers for you.â
âNot like I had any more choices.â You defend yourself, not knowing why his insistence turned you on so much.
Eddie rolls his eyes as if he didnât believe you. His mouth opens to tell you something, and the sound of Dylan bursting through the front door seems to cut him off. âOh, you shouldâve told me, we couldâve been almost there by now. Come on, baby! See you dad!â
The door slams, and you guessed you were supposed to follow him. âUm, you were gonna say something?â and the mystery is just too much for you.
âOh. Was I? Totally forgot.â Eddie shrugs, putting his coffee mug down, having chugged that entire cup within the conversation. âHave fun.â
He scoops another spoonful of sugary cereal in his mouth, the dimples on his face prominent but the smile devious.
That smile would haunt you for the next twelve hours.
-
The trip with Dylan was alright, he swore up and down it was the best trip and it just brought you both closer as a couple. You probably wouldâve agreed. A trip to the beach with Dylan Munson sounded enticing and sexy and adventurous for the most part until you met his dad.
Now thoughts of his flexed forearms has he gripped the counter while talking to you, wet hair smelling beautifully of the musk shampoo he used invaded your mind. Dylan fingering you on the beach under your skirt was yes, smoking hot, but as you imagined a certain someone else doing the same it brought you to your orgasm much quicker and much harder. Dylan figured he must be doing something right.
Guilt evaded you as you knew what the hell you were doing was wrong. You now had an excuse to get rid of him, you were far more into his dad than you ever were into him, and it shouldâve been a sign.
But if you broke up with him now, you wouldnât be able to see his dad. Yet as you took a walk down the shoreline into a cave and your eyes close picturing certain ringed fingers gripping your hips as Dylan did it made the sneaking off and the public sex that much hotter.
Seems you were sluttier than your initial sex life led you to believe. Turns out, you just havenât met a man you wanted to be slutty for. Public sex seemed fun in theory, always so nerve wrecking in practice.
Public sex with Eddie felt like you wanted to get caught with him, fully enjoying his cock and letting people see. Voyeurism mixed with public embarrassment was suddenly hot and you got so into it that Dylan expressed how excited he was to fuck you on the next hike you took together, something he has expressed much interest in, but you denied bashfully every time. Â
Because with Dylan sex wasnât all encaptivating. Sure he could make you cum, but you were never ready to rip off his clothes in a heartbeat. The moment you saw Eddie your fingers started to itch for that damn low sitting sweatpants for them to droop just a littleâŠbitâŠmore.
Dylan drops you off with a romantic wet kiss, and you walk into the door of your apartment in a daze. Before you can even think about it, you find yourself on your bed, your skirt around your ankles and two of your fingers down your bikini bottoms.
You start to take them off but thereâs a voice you picture saying, âNo, no. Keep them on like the whore you are.â It was not Dylanâs.
You listened to it, pretending to rub your clit in front of him watching. You could see a wild eye on his face, picturing him not being able to touch you driving him mad. The heat that expands into your pussy from that thought alone drives your hips for more friction. âOh so fucking needy, yeah?â You imagine him saying to you, and fuck, you couldnât not think of him being good at dirty talk. âNeed this cock, donât ya?â
The image of him slowly working the elastic waist-band of his sweatpants made you moan aloud, needily grinding on your own fingers.
âToo damn bad. Youâre just gonna have to make yourself cum, like the slut you are.â
The slight foreplay you were accidentally given all day through your own imagination mixed with how fucking wet you were brought you to a quick orgasm, fluttering in your extremities as you continued imagining the wild eyes on Eddieâs face or the firm voice as he didnât give you a choice on your dating pool.
This was the first truly earth-shattering orgasm youâve ever felt in your life. One that you truly had to recover fromâŠand it was from just picturing this man.
Something in you wanted the real thing, and you were terrified of how willing you were to go through with it, and equally as terrified of going through life wondering what it couldâve been like
If sex with Eddie Munson was as good as the orgasm you gave yourself, you might have to be Dylanâs stepmom, because you just found what was missing.
-
âHey baby.â Dylan says, welcoming you as he opens the door.
You hold your pillow and a duffle bag sits on your shoulder for a sleepover, and the shorter shorts with a tank top you wear signalling you were ready for a night in. As you pass by him, Dylan gives out a low whistle to how well your ass is shown off in the pair of shorts you wore. They were so well fitting he could see you were either wearing a thong or nothing, but you could tell it turned him on. While this gave you a confidence boost, he wasnât the target audience.
When you requested the sleepover Dylan warned you his dad would be there. Good. You assured him that would be fine. That was the goal.
âHi, sweetheart!â Eddie calls down to you, and the smile invades your face before you could stop it.
âHi, Mr. Munson!â You call out, and the sound of gagging is heard. âI meant Eddie!â
âOh, I forgot he gets everyone to call him by his first name, like a lame youth pastor.â Dylan rolls his eyes, tugging on your hand to bring you to the couch in the living room. âMovie?â
You nod jerkily. Dylan works around you, getting a blanket, popcorn, and the movie all set up. He turns down the lights, winking at you suggestively as he does so.
Less than five minutes into the movie, the beginning credits still lingering on to the actors he leans in with an open mouth, his hand making its way to your hip. With the smell of him still fresh, being able to smell him on the couch you were on, it was easy to get eagerly into the kissing. This encouraged Dylan, of course confusing your eagerness for him. He reaches down, placing two of his fingers over your clothed pussy.
You moan lightly, and he shushes you softly. Mentally you roll your eyes, because he was telling you to be quiet because his dad was home.
You were hooking up with him on his couch because his dad was home. You listen to him anyway, and he starts to rub in small circles, you moan even higher, imagining he could hear you and getting off to it. âShh, baby.â Dylan whispers. âOh, youâre wet. Fuck.â
He slips his hands into your shorts, leaning you down to rub your pussy and attack your neck at the same time. âPussy feelsâŠmazing.â Dylan mutters between the slobbery neck kisses he gives you. It was enough for you to picture him, but suddenly Eddie coming downstairs right now without knowing what you were doing got you off even more.
âEat me out?â You ask him, and ever the gentleman he smiles devilishly at you as he crawls down. He goes to place the blanket over his head, and you stop him. âWanna see your face.â
Okay, you wanted to see Eddie see your pussy as his son went down on you, but it made Dylan eager enough to dig in in a way you havenât seen from him yet.
You whine from the hot pleasure it gave you, you grind on his face, the heat focused on your pussy in a way that has never happened before. The idea of Eddie accidentally walking in on you but watching instead of saying anything gets you off so easily Dylan is feeling your juices wet his chin and your ass like it never has before.
âGreedy baby.â He mumbles, placing two fingers into you and giving kisses to your thighs as he pumps them.
âGonna cum soon, Dyl.â You warn him.
Luckily, Dylan knows it means to keep doing what heâs doing. You were close, but the sound of footsteps upstairs followed by a door closing pushed you over the edge, knowing he could very well be going to his room from elsewhere, but hoping he was at the top of the stairs.
Just the possibility of him being at the top pushed you over. âHoly shit.â Dylan mutters, crawling up to you. âMustâve been riled up, huh.â
âYeah.â You tell him, suddenly feeling Dylanâs boner poking the inside of your knee. âMere, I wanna help you.â
âNo, I wanna fuck you, letâs go to my room.â
His roomâŠdown the hallâŠwhere thereâs a better chance he could hear you. âSure!â
-
Eddie Munson was sure there was something out to get him. The moment your pretty fucking face greeted him in his kitchen when he wondered down fresh from a shower he was sure there was something laughing at this pure misery.
The smile on your face, the smell of your sweet perfume, the way your skirt hugged your hips all melted him into one pot. When you told him you met Dylan at a fucking mixer, he wanted to shoot the person who made you feel like you were worthy of being ogled at by a bunch of singles at an awkward church mixer.
A church mixer.
He hated that Dylan liked them, always said only weirdos go there and was sure Dylan as exaggerating when he expressed how gorgeous and out of his league you were.
His heart freezing at the sight of you sit perched on one of his stools, shyly watching your boyfriend, even only from the back made him wonder if angels were real. Fuck, he didnât ask for any proof of your beauty when offered to show your Instagram, but he wouldnât have believed it.
He spent that entire first conversation doing everything he could to be a fucking father figure and remind himself you were dating his son. He was not hitting on you at a bar, he was your boyfriendâs dad.
Somehow that just made the forbidden part about it that much hotter.
He felt like a pervert as the scent of your shampoo jumped out at him when he passed by you for the milk, and he had wanted to stop in place and take a big inhale. Felt like an even bigger pervert as he saw the string of your bikini bottom sitting high on your hip peaking out of your skirt and he just wanted to get a shot of that underskirt.
Every thought he had about you as your wit came through the conversation, he wondered what the hell you were doing with Dylan. He loved his kid, but you deserved better than what he knew his kid would provide.
He knew about Dylan that heâd be a great husband one day. Someone reliable and trustworthy enough to build a life with.
He didnât want that for you. He wanted you to have something mind-blowing and earth shattering, something intoxicating. Something that made you feel the way he felt just by smelling your goddamn shampoo. Your teeny tiny bikini with your hair up in a messy bun with cute little sunglasses all somehow went to his cock, and he was glad you were called over before he said something even more stupid.
Eddie rolled his eyes at your claim there wasnât a bigger dating pool, opening his mouth to retort--âOh, you shouldâve told me, we couldâve been almost there by now. Come on, baby! See you dad!â
The door slams, and that concluded the end of that conversation. âUm, you were gonna say something?â you ask him, and he wondered if the intrigue on your face was something he just imagined.
âOh. Was I? Totally forgot.â Eddie lies. I was gonna say I am proof there is a bigger dating pool than you would believe, sweetheart⊠but he knew it wouldâve said something he couldnât unsay.
Dylan told him you were coming over for a sleepover, and he and Dylanâs room were only separated by the bathroom. Eddie might use the basement for the night because he didnât trust his perverted mind not to seek you out and look at what little pjs you have chosen to wear. He gave you space out of respect when you arrived, wondering if it was flirting when you called him Mr. Munson.
Suddenly a noise that Eddie could only describe as the doorbell to heaven (or hell with what his mind was thinking) reached the door he had kept open for this very reason.
He kept his tv playing and sneaked off to the top of the stairs, hoping to catch his kid getting you off while you moaned under the covers. The treat he was given was far better, the hand over your tight ass shorts feeling you up as you leaned back and whined all high pitched. Eddieâs cock was so hard at the moment not touching it would be like self-neglect.
He backed up against the wall by the stairs, listening to your moans as he got you off, desperately wishing it was his fingers in your wet heat. He imagined your scrunched up face as you made those stunning noises, starting to stroke himself. A pause occurs, your blissed out voice asking him to eat you out. He bites back a moan at wanting to taste you, wanting to get all up in those juices and to show him how much you turned him on. He leans over the wall into the stair entry, expecting the blanket to be covering you but instead being met with your pussy on full display.
A low guttural moan escapes his throat, fucking into his fist and pretending it was you bent over for him instead, whining the same exact way. He knew you would have a pretty pussy, but this was just un-fucking fair.
You warn Dylan you were about to cum, and that pushes him over his own edge, and he suddenly has a mess he needs to clean up all over his fist. God he wanted you to clean it, to suck it all up. He was making himself hard again and he had to flee to his fucking bedroom to wash up.
Suddenly the creak of the stairs erupts as he is cleaning himself up, and Dylanâs door closes. Oh. TheyâreâŠcontinuing.
Your moans are suddenly loud, and Eddie finds himself hard again as he realizes heâs hearing you being fucked. Oh, he knew you were a fucking dirty slut.
Just fucking knew it. Something that hasnât happened since he was in his 20s, but heâs ready to jerk himself off within minutes of just cumming. âYeah, my whore being fucked open, letting everyone hear how good she feels, oh shit.â Eddie mutters to himself, right next to his door.
He ends up finishing at the same time you did, which didnât take either one of you very long.
-
The next morning you wake next to Dylan sleeping with a big smile on his face. To him, that was the best sex youâve ever had together. Mixed with your adventure at the beach last week, you guys were doing better than ever.
 To you, it was only amazing because you kept thinking of Eddie fucking you and it did everything for your core. You get up in the tiny pair of pajamas you had packed, something that barely covered your ass and headed downstairs for some breakfast.
As you were leant down to assess the cereals, you heard the stride of someone come in behind you.
Eddie walks in behind you, holding back a swear as he sees your pussy peaking out of your pajama bottoms. A gentleman, and not knowing you fully reciprocated every horny thought, he ignores it and hopes you sit up.
You donât, leaning even more forward and making a show of wondering what to eat. Eddie inhales, allowing himself to watch you. You turn around to him jerking his head away, and you felt some pride in getting his attention. âMorning.â You greet him, offering a bowl for him.
He rejects it. âNot hungry.â
âOh.â You pour cereal, and Eddie focuses on not staring at your beaded nipples peaking through the tiny silk top you wore.
âFuck.â He whispered, the boner growing.
âSomething wrong?â You ask him innocently, and knowing this was working to your benefit made you nervous but eager.
âLots to do today.â Like jerk off another three times.
âLike what?â You asked, taking a spoonful of cereal even though you had no appetite from the butterflies in your stomach.
âOh not much.â Eddie wonders to you, and by reaching over you to grab the cereal he wonder if he could sneak a smell from your shampoo.
You sit up as he leans away, and you are so close you can see just how gorgeous he is. God, those brown eyes. âDo you have anyâŠone to do?â You ask, glancing back and forth between his pretty lips and his even prettier eyes. You didnât even know which ones to focus on.
Eddie leans in a bit to you, just ghosting over your lips. âAre you sureâŠthat you want this?â
You nod, your eyes glazing over in want as the arousal in your gut suddenly exploded into a need.
âCauseâŠcause if we do this there is no going back. If your pussyâŠâ he inhales sharply, taking a breath of your hair. âis as good as I imagine, thereâs no way Iâm giving you back.â
This sentence turns you into gelatin, and you lean forward to finally kiss him, his lips rough as he seemingly forgets how to act for a moment.
His brain finally catches up and he grabs onto you, inhaling and messy kisses, and grabby hands all at once as he tries to do everything heâs wanted to. Your hands make their way into his hair, and it was as soft as you pictured it. His lips messily kiss down your jaw onto your neck and you let out a whine. He smiles widely at that. âGood. One I made. Needed that.â
âYou heard meâŠyesterday?â You asked, wetter from the idea of it.
âHeard you? Fucking came to it.â He swears, as he continues an assault on your neck. You moan in response, your hips involuntarily grinding up. âCome on, upstairs.â
You almost wanted to get caught by Dylan, but to keep it going longer you follow Eddie giddily upstairs as he trips over himself and you felt like a goddamn teenager. You follow him into his room, and the curtains were blackout curtains, the lights turned off giving the illusion of everything being dark. âCan we turn on the lights?â You ask, delicately. âI wanna see you.â
Eddie turns on his dimmer switch light so it was low, and the look in his eye as he approaches you sat on his bed had a level of lust in them that drove you wild. He leans in to give you a kiss after sitting right by you, and it wasnât enough touching for you. You crawl forward as you eagerly kissed him back, straddling his lap. âFuck, sweetheart, you are fucking gorgeous.â He mutters, the silk pajamas you wore bunching up in his hands as he grabbed at it. âThe little strap that peaked out of your skirt tied together was just tempting me to unwrap you like a present.â He huffs, still kissing your neck. You find yourself impatient, wanting his lips back on yours.
âFuck, been thinkinâ about you on my cock everâŠâ he inhales your perfume with a deep grunting sigh of content. âever since.â
You mewl to his confessions, and heâs a much better talker than you couldâve imagined. Your hips start to grind on their own accord and with the little fabric they have between your silk shorts and his thin pajama pants you felt his hard cock fairly easily. You let out a high moan of contentment, and Eddie watches as you grind on his cock and get yourself off so easily. âOh shit, sheâs a dirty slut, hey.â Eddie comments leaning back and watching you grind yourself. âDoesnât even need a cock inside her, will just take anything I give her with a smile on her face.â
âI wouldââ you gasp, the material scratching your clit in the best way, âI would take any crumbs, fuck.â
You start to moan higher and grind faster, and Eddie wanted to make you cum by his hands or his mouth the first time but you making yourself cum against his pants meant he was now using this as a fucking cum rag to smell you when you werenât near. âTake off those shorts, doll. Wanna see your pussy.â
âOk.â They are yanked off without a second thought.
âOh, good listener. What a good girl.â He comments petting your hair gently as you continued to grind again with your heat now directly against his pj pants, he could feel it against his cock. âOh, fuck, you are soaked. My fucking horny slut.â
âHorny for you.â You whimper the edge just right there.
âWhoring herself out for the Munsons.â He comments, sort of bitter he had to hear you fuck his son before he could claim you.
âPictured it was you.â You admit, your voice in a whisper as you confessed but the high you wanted almost there.
âFuck, did you?â He asks, the idea you only enjoying it so much because you pictured him.
âMmhmm. Pictured you watching me, too.â
âFucking little voyeur.â He whispers, and you nodded. He rewarded you by grabbing your hips and rutting against you and hitting your clit even harder and your orgasm snuck up on you, and the extra attention Eddie pays you as he watches it wash through you only helps the high take longer to recover from.
âOh my god.â You whisper, a last of the intense orgasm still running through you.
âNot done.â Eddie whispers, a big smirk on his face. He lightly pushes you down and grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulder. You watch him carefully, his face looking at your pussy at a way that would usually resolve in embarrassment. Instead, it only turned you on more because it meant he wanted you just as much.
He dives into your pussy with a level of expertise that only came from years of pleasuring women. You donât know why but you knew he got off to pleasuring others from the moment you saw him and every moan you let out he absorbed it, getting better and better as your verbal ques direct him. The heat in your pussy intensifies as he continues, fucking two of his fingers into you.
You place your hands in his hair, grinding up when the feeling of wanting to be fucked takes over you. âNo, patience baby. I need to see what you look like when you squirt.â
âI-I canâtââ
âEvery woman can, sweetheart. Just means youâve had no one show you yet. Feel that?â He asks you, the heat in your pussy expanding as he continued to attack your clit and finger fuck you.
You nod, the feeling in your gut like a tidal wave of pleasure.
âFocus on it.â You do, and as you do you look up at his eyes, already staring into yours as he assesses your reactions. The heat intensifies by a thousand, and the feeling of wanting toâŠpeeâŠtakes over.
âFuckââ you start to protest.
âLet it happen. Let go. Itâll feel so fucking goodâŠbaby let go. Gonna feel so fucking good.â You trust him so you let go and a gush invades your ear as a red-hot pleasure makes home in your pussy. âOne more?â Eddie asks you, his thumb now messaging your clit.
You twitch under him, your bud being so sensitive. âOh fuck, Ed. Too much.â
âNo, I think you can cum again. Wanna see that beautiful face all scrunched up. Wanna take a photo.â He holds out his phone casually, and your face heats up. âNot feeling all the sudden shy, are ya? You whored your little pussy for me how is this different?â
âItsâŠâ you manage out, already close again. âIts hot.â
âShe gonna cum again, all over my fingers?â
âAll over your fingers.â
âYou gonna lick em clean?â
âCan we share?â
Eddie groans audibly, titling his head back. âOf course, doll. Of fucking course, now cum all over them, please.â
The third orgasm takes over your body, and itâs so goddamn good you stop responding for a minute which causes Eddie to panic. âOh shit, you okay?â
Giggles burst out of you, the kind of post orgasm giggles youâve only read about in spicy novels. You thought they were fake. âCan I suck you off now?â
Eddieâs eyes bulge, and he realizes his hand is still on your pussy. He taps it lightly, causing you to whine. He lifts the finger first, inserting it into your mouth. âSuck this first.â You wrap your tongue around it, keeping eye contact as you taste yourself, and this is the only time itâs ever been truly hot to be able to taste yourself. Other times it was just perplexing.
Eddie takes the other finger when you let go and starts sucking on it, he closes his eye, enjoying the taste of your pussy on his tongue. Eddie crawls onto his bed and you basically pounce him, yanking his pj pants down as fast as they go, wanting to see his cock. His eyes watch you, blown and enwrapped in lust as he watches your eagerness.
As his cock pops out of his pants, an involuntary smile spreads across your face. The head to his cock was so pink, he mustâve been horny. âOh, pretty cock.â You mutter, and he wasnât even sure if you were saying to him or just saying it out loud. âOh my god, look how pink your head is. Mmm..sure seem like you need some attention.â
You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it alone but getting used to his girth. Holy he was gonna hurt even with how wet you were. You start sucking on it, taking bit by bit more into your mouth each time, eagerly making sloppy spit sounds as you did so. It wasnât hard to generate the spit you needed, the sight of his dick made your mouth water.
Your head bobbed up and down on it, illicit sounds being drawn out of him, only encouraging you more as the feeling of his rings harsh against your scalp making you wet. You pop off him, spit connected from your mouth to his dick. You lean forward to his treasure trail, licking the hair and biting at it, something youâve wanted to do since you saw him. You find your way back down and passed his cock and heâs about to ask when take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking loudly.
âOh fuck, do you know how to use that pretty little mouth. Holy shit.â You roam over it with your tongue, sucking it in and out repeatedly. Then you move on to the next one, giving it its own show as well. Your mouth moves back to suck on his cock but he tugs on your hair to bring him up to you.
âWant you to face fuck me.â You say to him, still not done sucking on his cock.
âNother time. Lemme fuck you.â He mutters, tugging on the shirt you still wore. You crawl back up to straddle him, nothing between his cock and your pussy now, but he places his cock on it so the shaft slides in-between your folds, teasing you, and causing you to whine. âOh shit.â He works on the buttons holding your silky pink shirt, the skilled hands working fast through each one. As each one reveals another inch of skin, he feels more intoxicated by you, especially how youâre begging him to put his cock in. Your tits fall out of the shirt, and he rips the back off you, and you let it fall to the floor. You grab onto his band shirt, attempting to move it off him. You barely do it, the feeling of his cock so close inside you causing your focus to fall apart in seconds. He laughs, nearly cruel, yanking the shirt off, revealing more tattoos youâve never seen. Your hands flutter to his chest, moving to each tattoo and touching every inch you can.
Your mission to focus and analyze each tattoo is interrupted by him maneuvering you onto your back. You lay there, open and ready for him. âHoly shit, fucking smoking hot.â He mutters, like he couldnât believe you were here with him.
It was you who was the lucky one, he was crazy.
âYouâre hotter.â You mutter, as he starts to align his cock with your entrance. âThought of you last night, made myself cum so hard.â
âOh fuck. What was I doing?â He asks, still teasing you with it.
âJust watching me finger myself. Talking me through it. Calling me a whore.â He groans, tapping his cock on it. âPlease, Ed need your cock.â
âBeg for it, you fucking slut.â He whispers, something taking over him.
âPlease, daddy. Want your cock. Want you to fuck me like a ragdoll. Please, pretty please fuck me until Iâm a puddle. I just want your cock in me, so fucking bad.â
âGonna be a good slut for me?â
âYes..I will I promise.â
He chuckles darkly and finallyâŠfinally moves into you. Your eyes cross and a moan so erotic leaves your body and you had barely a single ounce of control over that left your mouth at that point.
Eddie puts his head into your neck, feeling your head tighten around him in pleasure as you got used to his girth and length.
âMoveâŠplease?â
âThought you were gonna take the crumbs I gave you, slut.â He mutters.
âFuck. Sorry.â
He smiles and your fingers fidgeting at your sides were a dead giveaway you were just needy for him to move. It made him feel fucking powerful just his cock could make you feel like this. He starts rocking, slowly and you whine from this resolve alone. âOh what a fucking whore, just needed a good fucking.â He mutters into your ear, his hand finding its way to your neck. âPutting her pussy on display for me, showing she just needed someone to know how to fuck her.â
You say nothing in response, and his hips are starting to rock against yours harder. Your eyes reach the back of your head as you lose air, but you revel in the feeling of nearly passing out as he takes his hand off. âHoly shit, you really are just a whore.â
You nod, eyes half lidded as you looked up at his pussy drunk eyes. âLittleâŠcockdrunkâŠslutâŠâ he inhales sharply and a wad of spit hits your face and you find yourself opening your mouth for more. âFuckââ his hips stutter at the sight of your smile when his saliva hits your mouth. He spits right into it as you open for more and you act like itâs the best thing youâve ever tasted, cause it was.
Your tongue pokes out, gasping in more need. His hips are against yours so harshly you wouldâve been afraid of bruising if it didnât fucking turn you on so bad.
âFucking slut, you want me to cum in you? Wanna be filled with my fucking cum?â You nod, too cocked out to speak, youâve never felt this good from penetration alone before. âCum with me, doll.â He mutters using his two fingers against your clit as he leans in to kiss you. Within moments you flutter around him, moaning into his mouth and he lets go of your kiss, stuttering his hips and letting out a loud moan as you feel him fill you up.
His body weight collapses ontop of you, and his hands are suddenly gentle as they sweep at your bangs sticking to your sweaty forehead. âFuck.â He mutters, giving you a dazed-out look of pure adoration. âThat was much better than anything I came up with.â
You nod in agreement, words still not coming to your mouth.
âYou were such a good girl, yeah?â You smile, a heat coming up to your cheeks. âYou listened to me so well. Câmere.â He wraps your lips in a kiss, his cock still in you, still hard and keeping all his cum in you.
âC-can we stay like this?â You ask timidly, not wanting his cock to leave yet.
âOoh, baby wants to cock-warm? Sure. Wanna turn on a movie until 9, when Dylan usually wakes?â Eddie asks, already leaning towards the channel changer on his beside table.
Having to tell Dylan it was pretty much over the moment Eddie kissed you hadnât even crossed your mind, and it would eventually twenty minutes into the movie when you got back to earth. Eddie knew the realization would kick in eventually so he let you watch a movie of your choice, sitting up on his bed with you straddled on his lap after a bit of maneuvering so you could both see the movie on his screen adjacent to his bed.
Eventually, Dylan was gonna wake.
Eventually, a storm would hit.
But for now, Eddie stayed inside you to pretend like it wasnât over yet.
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You're waltzing around your apartment, half asleep but with a tired smile on your face.
Johnny comes back today, after all, and of course that means Simon will be coming too!
You've been dating Johnny exclusively for a few months now. Sure, sometimes Simon will hold your hand, or pull you in for a hug. And sure, sometimes Simon sits with you in the early mornings on the balcony while you drink a warm drink, and he smokes a cigarette- looking at you with rapt attention and soft eyes, hanging onto every word you say. Okay, and maybe he calls you 'love' and 'darling' but he's British, so it's probably normal. But it's entirely platonic- you're at least 78% sure, and plus only Johnny had asked you out- so you have to stay loyal to him even if you do feel something for the bigger brute.
But! You need to get your ass into gear and make your boys- boy something to eat- knowing damn well they- he will be hungry when they- ah fuck it. You're going to cook them a good ass meal to enjoy- knowing they will enjoy it after a month of MRE's and shitty mess hall food (Johnny's words).
So you do. You work away in the kitchen- though the clock reads barely past 2AM, knowing they should arrive around 3AM at this point. You've timed it perfectly, so by the time you set everything out on the kitchen island, still steaming and hot, you hear the familiar playful rapt at your door.
ba ba baba ba
With a grin you glance over the selection of food first- mashed potatoes, green beans, fried pork chops, and freshly made black tea- you make your way over to the door and open it with a grin.
"'m glad you're back!" You bout out happily, sending both men a bright grin despite your slightly tired eyes along with theirs.
"Missed ye, bonnie," Johnny is quick to just waltz right on in, arms wrapping around you and lifting you up slightly with one hand, his other hand occupied carrying his duffel bag.
A snort of amusement leaves your lips as you hug him back, pressing a kiss to his lips before batting at him to put you down- though he doesn't hesitate once he notices the smell in the house.
"Oooh, what's this, bonnie?" Johnny hums out, dropping his bag somewhere in the living room as he makes his way to the kitchen.
A soft laugh leaves your lips at his reaction, but you don't bother to answer him as you turn your attention to Simon, whose closing the door behind him. He's wearing his usual little black medical mask- the one he wears in place of the balaclava when he's off duty.
So imagine your utter shock and dumb fuck surprise when he pulls the thing down, steps forward, places a gentle hand on your cheek and kisses you.
"Missed ya, too, love," Simon quips easily, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before simply dropping his bag and just walking right into the kitchen.
Sir, I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?! It's a thought, no words leave your lips as your cheeks heat up.
Oh no, you just cheated on your boyfriend- in the same house with him- with his best friend.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO NOW?!
Apparently, nothing but walk into the kitchen with your boys, watching as the two of them are already seated with stacked plates in front of them. You blink blankly at the scene.
You hesitate before taking a seat, sitting across from Johnny and resting your hands on the table, looking between the two of them as they converse casually.
"Take such good care o' us, bonnie, dunnae ken what I did to deserve ya," Johnny quips, looking at you with bright blue eyes and a genuinely content smile on his face between shoveling bites of food.
"Stopped bein' a bloody prick fer more than two seconds," Simon says, voice low and monotone yet somehow tinged with amusement.
You blink again.
Huh
"You kissed me?" You say it as a statement, but it comes out as a question as you look at Simon, ignoring their banter even though it makes you want to snort in amusement. You're too dumbfounded and bewildered right now to handle this situation.
"Uh huh." Simon responds, flatly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world as he takes a bite of mashed potatoes.
Johnny looks between the two of you, a slow smirk pulling at his lips, "LT, you sly dog," Johnny murmurs with clear amusement, elbowing the bigger man in the side playfully.
You sputter for a moment, looking back over at Johnny, "A-and you're just- okay with that?!" You ask in utter confusion, bewildered but not exactly disappointed at the scene.
So you didn't cheat on your boyfriend with his best friend?
Johnny looks at you and this time he blinks in confusion before turning his head and grabbing Simon's jaw, pulling him close and planting a kiss on Simon's lips, causing Simon to grunt in annoyance- only because he was still eating.
Johnny turns back to you with a shrug, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Even?"
You stare at the scene with heated cheeks before throwing your hands up in defeat, "...Even." You relent with a huff.
....can't cheat on your boyfriend with your other boyfriend who is also your boyfriends boyfriend you suppose.
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Unlikely Duet - 8
Length: 18k+ words
Genre: Fluff
NewJeans Minji x Male Reader (OC)
(Author's Note: First of all, thanks to @msafterhours for beta reading! This chapter wouldn't have been as good without your input :] TW: Violence and mention of blood. Hope y'all enjoy this chapter, it was a blast to write :> )
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Yunoâs POV
Itâs weird. Itâs a Monday, universally agreed to be the most hated day of the week, and yet, here I am, waking up with a smile on my face like itâs the most regular thing in the world. I had no weird dreams this time around, but that didnât stop Minji from being the first person I thought about the second I opened my eyes. Whatever I said before about love being stupid, scratch that. I feel invincible.
After quickly getting ready, I head downstairs to see my dad cooking breakfast, an image Iâm slowly getting used to. It feels comforting knowing someone cares enough about me to go through all the trouble of cooking a meal.
âGood morning, dad.â
âGood morning, Yuno. You seem happy this morning,â he smirks at me.
My face already aches, not used to smiling this much. âYeah, just⊠excited for school, I guess,â I shrug.
âMhm, sure,â he chuckles, sliding a plate of food towards me. âEat up.â
Right before I dig into my breakfast, I send a text to the group chat, asking Winter and Yujin if they want to meet up at the convenience store and walk to school together.
Winter: sure thing :)
Yujin: yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Actual food for breakfast, actual friends to walk to school with, and an actual crush I get to see at school? Itâs only morning and already this day feels perfect.
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Minjiâs POV
My heart thumps with anxiety while my parents sit across from me at the dining table, completely oblivious to the dread I feel in every fiber of my being. In order for me to survive at the banquet tomorrow, I need them to agree to let me bring a plus one. Specifically, I need them to let me bring Yuno, the one person they specifically told me to stay away from.
I inhale deeply, firming up my resolve as best as I can. âUm, Mother? Father?â
They both look up at me. âYes, dear?â Mother answers.
âAbout the banquet tomorrow-â
âAh right, Ms. Park told me that Sunghoon is excited to see you again after so long. Isnât that nice?â
I bite my tongue to keep myself from visibly cringing. âRight, um, I actually wanted to ask you if I could bring a friend to the banquet.â
They exchange looks at each other before turning back to me. âI donât see why not. Who did you want to invite?â
âUm⊠Yuno.â
âAbsolutely not!â Mother answers a bit too quickly. âWe told you already that we donât want you associating with that boy! Why donât you bring any of your other friends, like Danielle, or even Hanni would be more acceptable than him.â
âBecause, uhâŠâ I need to think of a lie, something, anything that can convince them. â...Because he has an interest in the business,â I blurt out. Not my best work, but itâs better than nothing. Both of them furrow their brows, unconvinced, yet neither of them say a word, simply waiting for my explanation.Â
âI, uh, told him about the family business and he got so, um, inspired by your story that he wants to, uh, pursue a business degree in college.â
 Their glares feel like spotlights, scrutinizing my every little move. Motherâs expression remains the same â bewildered and a little irked â but I can see the gears slowly turning in Fatherâs pensive gaze.
âI thought the banquet would be a good opportunity for him to make connections in the industry, yâknow, just like how you want me to,â I continue. âYou two always emphasize the importance of making strong connections in case I need help in the future, so why canât I be the connection that helps Yuno?â
âHoney, we are not charity workers-â
âWait,â Father says, turning towards her. âI think we should let him come.â
Both mine and my motherâs eyes grow wide in surprise.
âReally?â We say in unison.
âIâve always had a firm belief in education, both in and out of the classroom. This banquet could be an opportunity for him to better himself. He clearly has no plans for the future otherwise.â
Mother opens her mouth to argue, but instead sighs and nods. âFine, we will permit Yuno to come to the banquet.âÂ
I almost canât believe the words coming out of their mouths. My plan is actually going to work. Iâm so happy I could cry.
âBut,â she adds, âIf he causes any trouble, we forbid you from seeing him outside of school, okay?â
âY-yes, of course, Iâll make sure he stays out of trouble! Thank yo-â
âAnd I donât want you sneaking off and being alone with that boy. Weâll have Sunghoon stick with the two of you the entire time.â
My ears start to ring like a massive bomb just dropped nearby.
â...W-what!?â
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Yunoâs POV
The morning sun warms my skin as I wait for my friends by the convenience store. Birds fly above, singing their spring song like gentle plucks of a violin, sonorous yet fragile. A clear sky hangs overhead, unblemished by smog or storm clouds. It almost feels like mother nature herself wants me to have a good day.
âGood morning, Yuno!â
âYUNOOOOOOOOOO!!!â
Winter and Yujin appear in the distance, walking towards me.
âHey,â I greet them with a wave. They both stop in their tracks, eyeing me with surprise. â...What?â
âYouâre smiling,â Winter states as if itâs the most insane thing sheâs ever seen.
I turn my head away, suddenly feeling self-conscious. âY-yeah, so what?â
âAw, Winter, you ruined it,â Yujin teases. âHe looked so happy.â
I sigh. â...Letâs just go.â
Both of them chuckle, taking their spot on either side of me like itâs where they belong. For so long, I walked the same route to school alone every morning, yet today, it feels a little different. The colors on the buildings and the street signs seem so much more vivid, the air smells like fresh grass and blooming flowers, puddles and windows glisten like diamonds as they reflect the sunâs morning light. A part of me thinks that Iâm dreaming again â when did the world look this beautiful? But the way Yujin nudges my side to show me a drawing heâs working on or the way Winter clutches onto my shoulder after almost tripping on nothing lets me know that all of this is real. The world that I used to hate waking up to is now a world that I can look at with a smile.Â
A real, genuine smile.
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As the three of us walk through the hallways of Evergreen, I feel the familiar stares of the other students, eyeing me like some kind of untamed beast that could jump out at them at any moment. Even with everything else changing around me, I can always count on high schoolers to be ever stagnant and predictable in their behaviors. Although, something in their eyes feels a little peculiar. Instead of just fear, thereâs something else hiding behind it. Intrigue? Admiration? Maybe these rose-tinted lenses are starting to make me see things.
âP-people sure d-do stare a lot, h-huh?â Winter asks, her voice shrinking to a mere whisper.
âYeah, I guess they do.â I glance back at them, both their gazes glued to the ground, clearly not used to the unwanted attention. âSorry, I shouldâve warned you guys.â
âItâs okay, Yuno, itâs not your fault,â Yujin reassures me.
âY-yeah, Iâm sure w-weâll get used to it,â Winter adds with a small grin. Man, what did I do to deserve these two?
The five minute warning bell rings, sending the students still left in the hallways in a hurry. I say my goodbyes to Winter and Yujin as we part ways, enduring the usual stares and hushed voices as I make my way to my seay in the back. Still, something feels odd about the way theyâre looking at me today. I try to meet their eyes to get a better look, but everyone keeps looking away, pretending like they werenât whispering about me to their friends. If this keeps going on for the rest of the day, Iâm gonna be pissed.
âYuno Lin to the principalâs office, Yuno Lin to the principalâs office. Now,â the PA system announces, giving me a wave of deja vu. I have a couple guesses for what this could be aboutâŠ
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Instead of coming out the gate swinging, Mr. Geier just sits at his desk, his hands clasped in deep thought. Normally, I would be pretty indifferent to whatever he has to say, but after everything Minji said to me, I suddenly feel guilty sitting in front of him. It probably isnât easy dealing with my shit on a weekly basis.
âSoâŠâ he starts, finally looking up at me after a few minutes of silence. âIâm sure you know why youâre in here, Yuno.â
âYupâŠâ
He sighs. âThe McGrawâs donate a lot of money to this school. They didnât exactly take well to receiving a call that their son was found unconscious in the bathroom with a broken nose.â
Ah shit. This is it. The consequences of my actions have finally caught up to me. Fate, you cruel bastard, making me wake up in a good mood for the first time in years, only to send me to jail before the day even starts. Goodbye dad, Yujin, Winter, and Minji. MinjiâŠ
âButâŠâ
ButâŠ!
â...Theyâve decided not to press charges.â
âWhat!?â I exclaim, relieved and deeply confused.Â
 âWe received a tip from one of the boys on the football team that Tyler had been bullying a group of freshman boys for months. They still wanted to press charges anyways, but I may have⊠insinuated that if they did, I would ensure Tyler could only set foot into a community college at best.â
My eyes widen, slowly connecting the dots. âDid youâŠ?â
âNo, it was not for you,â he states matter-of-factly. âIt was for the sake of all the freshmen that suffered because of him.â
âR-right.â I sink back into my chair, feeling sheepish. âSo⊠what happens now? Detention? Suspension?â
âNo, I have something else in mind for you.â
Just then, the door to Mr. Geierâs office swings open, sending in a wave of lavender and rainbows into his office as the girl of my dreams walks through.
âYou wanted to see me, Mr. Geier?â Minji says before turning to me, a quizzical look in her eyes.
âPerfect timing, Minji,â he says, âThis is Yuno Lin. Yuno, this is Minji Kim, the student council president.â
Minji shoots me a confused look, but Iâm too distracted by her beauty to pay full attention. Her hair is in a ponytail today with two strands of hair framing her perfect face. The sound of my thumping heart gets louder in my ears, drowning out whatever Geier is saying. Hopefully itâs not anything important. What could be more important than Minji? God, sheâs so pretty, I-
âYuno, are you paying attention?â Mr. Geier snaps at me.
âS-sorry, what?â Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Minji stifling a giggle, making my cheeks burn red.
âAs I was saying, your punishment will be to help Minji with prom preparations. Whatever she asks you to do, you do it. If you cause any trouble for her, sheâll report it to me and you will face the consequences, understand?â
You mean I get to spend more time with Minji? As a punishment? âYup, I understand,â I say, trying not to look too eager.
âGood.â He turns towards Minji. âJust make him lift the heavy stuff or something. He can be a handful, but he, uh⊠He means well.â How sweet, Geier. Iâm blushing.
âThat shouldnât be much of a problem,â she says, smirking. âWeâve actually met bef-â
âU-uh, itâs nice to meet you for the first time ever, Ms. President!â I exclaim, shoving my hand towards her before she can utter another word. If Geier finds out that his âpunishmentâ is more like a âblessingâ for me, heâll probably give me some other grunt work to deal with.
Minji awkwardly shakes my hand, giving me a curious expression. âItâs, uh, nice to meet you too, Yuno.â The feeling of her soft hand against mine beats out any kind of embarrassment I should be feeling right now.
âAlright, you can head back to class now, Minji,â Mr. Geier dismisses her. She gives me a small yet bewildered grin before exiting his office, leaving me alone with the principal yet again. My gaze lingers towards the door even after it closes, wishing sheâll pop back in for a few more seconds.
âSo,â he begins, taking me out of my daydreams. âYou got lucky. Extremely lucky. However, that doesnât mean you can keep doing this and expecting to get out scot free just because I stick my neck out for you. There are rules here, and I understand that you may not agree with those rules, but they are there regardless, which means you must follow them just like everybody else. No more playing vigilante just because you can, you understand?â
âYeah, I understand. Iâm sorry.â
âI- you what?â He asks, his eyes wide with surprise.
âUh, I said I understand and Iâm sorry,â I reiterate sheepishly.
âOh. Okay. Well. Good. As long as you understand.â Itâs almost offensive just how shocked he is, as if I didnât know my own actions were wrong. I might be stubborn, but Iâm not stupid.
âIâm going back to class,â I state, getting up from my chair. Right before I exit his office, I turn to Geier one last time. âUh, my dad is doing better now.â
He looks up at me, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile. âReally? Thatâs great to hear, Yuno.âÂ
I give him a nod before shutting the door behind me. Iâm not sure what exactly compelled me to tell him that, just a hunch that told me it was the right thing to do at the moment. Geier did ask about him last time, so it only makes sense. I guess.
As I turn the corner, I catch Minji leaning against the wall right outside of Geierâs office. Was she waiting for me?
âOh. Hey,â I greet her with a small wave.
âHey!â She says, flashing me a smile that could bring about world peace. âWhat did Mr. Geier talk to you about? If you donât mind me asking, of course.â
âIt was about the, uh⊠thing that happened with Tyler.â
âAh, right. So his idea of a punishment for you is to be around me? Ouch,â she jokes. We walk through the halls together despite not sharing the same first period (or any period for that matter). A weird energy hangs in the space between us, like a balloon threatening to pop if either of us get too close. My mind tiptoes on the fence between pushing my luck or staying in a comfortable space. In the end, I throw caution to the wind and close the gap just a little.
âIf it makes you feel any better, I donât think itâs a punishment at all,â I say, thinking out loud.
âThatâs very kind of you, Yuno,â she chimes, a hint of pink gracing her cheeks. Simply being around her is making my heart pound like crazy. Can she hear it? God, I hope not. How am I supposed to control myself when sheâs this cute? I just want to-
âOh!â Minji suddenly stops and points at my face. Shit, was I thinking out loud again? Is she secretly psychic and can hear all my thoughts this whole time?
âW-what?â I ask, flustered.
âYouâre smiling.â
I awkwardly clear my throat, wiping the smile off my face. âY-yeah, so what? Am I not allowed to smile?â
She giggles at me. âNo, youâre allowed to smile. In fact, I think you should smile more often, I rarely ever get to see you smile.â
âW-whatever,â I mutter, trying to hide the growing blush on my face. âAbout the banquet tomorrow, is there a dress code or something? I, uh, donât own a suit,â I ask, changing the subject.
Minjiâs expression suddenly darkens as a dejected sigh floats from her lips. âOh right, the banquetâŠâ she groans.
âS-sorry for bringing it up.â
âNo, itâs fine,â she assures me. âMy parents just told me this morning that if Iâm gonna bring you along, the guy Iâm trying to avoid has to stick around us the whole time, rendering my whole plan basically useless.â
âThis guy youâre trying to avoid, is he, umâŠ.â I gulp nervously. â...your ex?â
âEw! Oh my god, no!â Minji exclaims. âHeâs the son of my parentsâ business partners. He used to be a complete menace towards me when we were kids until he moved away during middle school. Oh my god, the thought of us ever dating is justâŠâ Her entire body shivers in disgust.
I try my best to appear neutral, but inside, fireworks are going off in my head. Itâs like Christmas came early this year. I have to physically fight off another smile from growing on my face.
âSo, what are we gonna do now? MaybeâŠâ I search my mind for another possible solution for her problem, but only one comes up, and frankly, itâs the best possible case for her and the worst possible case for me. I sigh in disappointment. â...maybe I just shouldnât go.â
Her gaze shoots up at me. âWhat?â
âIf I donât go, then you wonât be forced to be around him the entire time,â I explain.
âBut I-â
âIâll probably stick out like a sore thumb anyways, being in a room full of a bunch of rich business people. Your parents already donât like me, what would they all think of me being around you? Maybe itâs best if I donât go-â
âStop!â She suddenly exclaims, a fire burning in her irises. âI invited you because I want you to go, okay? Screw my original plan, screw everyone who judges you, and especially screw Sunghoon! Youâre my friend and I want you to be there, donât worry about all that superficial nonsense.â Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, carrying the determination of her words. No wonder people voted for her as student council president, a speech like that could move anyone to action.
After a short pause, I concede. â...Okay, Iâll go.â
A smile replaces the serious expression she had, sending my heart into another frenzy. âThank you, Yuno. All you have to do is enjoy yourself, donât worry about scaring him off or anything dumb like that.â
Enjoy myself. At a banquet. That I certainly donât belong in. Sure, I can do that.
âI should probably head back to the student council room, I still have a lot of work to do,â she says. âI, um⊠Iâm glad we had this talk. Iâll see ya later.â And just like that, Minji disappears down the halls, leaving me standing here like a fool in love. The warmth in my chest feels like itâs gonna get hotter and hotter until I explode. I desperately hope she needs my help with prom preparations later.
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The presence of a substitute would normally mean all chaos ensues, but the odd tension hanging in the air during English practically suffocates any chances of socialization. I didnât exactly mind nor care, but the silence only made the nervous glances towards me even more obvious. Furthermore, thanks to Tylerâs âdisappearanceâ, his friends on the other side of the room donât even try to hide their accusatory pointing and disdainful glares. Their sentiments arenât exactly wrong, but itâs still annoying being on the receiving end of them. Surely, they know better than to start any dumb shit right now.Â
And yet, Iâm unsurprisingly proven wrong as one of them, a tall boy with blonde hair (is his name Connor? Colton? I have no clue), stomps towards me with fury in his eyes.
âHey,â he growls at me, âYou wouldnât happen to know what happened to Tyler, would you?â
A sigh escapes me. Welp, thatâs what I get for getting my hopes up. âIs he not here today? I had no idea,â I mutter, not giving him so much as a glance.
He slams his fist into my desk, causing everyone to look back at the commotion with fearful glances, including Winter. I shake my head reassuringly at her, but unfortunately, Tylerâs friend notices this and scoffs to himself.
âBehind the gym during lunch. Donât be late.â He glances in Winterâs direction with a smirk on his face. âOr else.â
My fingernails dig into my palms as I ball my fist up in anger, my heart pumping with anger. For the first time since he came over, I glare at him, watching his cocky facade crack in front of my eyes as he scurries back to his little group with his tail in between his legs.
Dammit. God fucking dammit. Is it so hard for me to have one good day without having to deal with anyoneâs shit? I notice Winter still staring at me with a worried look, so I conjure up my best convincing smile. She nods and turns back to her book, but Iâm not sure if it ends up working.
Itâs clear that he wants a fight. Of course he wants a goddamn fight.
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Yuno: I wonât be at lunch. I have something I need to deal with.
I send the text to the group chat as I pace around, waiting for Tylerâs goons to show up. The area behind the schoolâs gym is basically a cesspool for rule breaking; half the concrete is covered in cigarette butts, glass shards, and other mysterious stains from otherâs unseemly activities that Iâd rather stay unaware of. Itâs a wonder how none of the teachers look back here with how often students frequent this place.
Finally, the boy from English class (Kayden? Kenneth? It starts with a K sound, I know that much) appears, alongside a dozen other boys that Iâve seen hanging around Tyler. A few of them are unarmed, but most are carrying broken mop handles. One guy has a pocket knife, so thatâs something at least.
âHey fuckface!â The blonde boy yells. âYou think you can mess with Tyler just because you think youâre all high and mighty? Well, newsflash pal, youâre not!â
âYeah!â His entourage cheers him on.
This is comical. These guys attend a high school in the suburbs, and yet theyâre parading around like a bunch of wannabe gangsters. Did they rehearse their lines or something? Why does he talk like a movie bully from the 1950s? Itâs taking every fiber of my being not to burst out laughing right now.
âYou made a big mistake pal, and weâre gonna make you regret-â
âFuck, alright!â I groan in annoyance. âAre we doing this or not?â
I stretch my arms, loosening myself up as they timidly inch closer with their little sticks pointed towards me. This could be over in the blink of an eye if I want it to, but I promised Minji I would stop fighting, so I wonât. Not exactly sure what that means, but Iâm not exactly known for planning these things out.
Iâm not a fighting expert by any stretch of the imagination, but Iâve been in enough to recognize certain patterns. Shaky eyes. Quivering breath. Their knuckles burning white as they clench their fists too hard to compensate for the fact that they have no idea what theyâre doing. With each step they take, it only becomes more apparent how downright terrified they are. I almost feel bad for them.Â
Itâs not like I wanted this either, but I brought this upon myself of my own volition. These guys could have said no and went about their day, living their regular high school lives, but instead, theyâre rallying behind some guy theyâre probably not close with just for a measly ounce of street cred they get for âshowing their loyalty,â effectively reducing themselves to lap dogs that get the âprivilegeâ of calling themselves popular. Iâm not doing this for street cred or privilege or any of that bullshit that they care too much about. Iâm doing this because the asshole that theyâre rallying behind threatened my friend.
Inevitably, one of them gets brave enough to make the first move. He swings his stick, hollering at the top of his lungs, and misses wildly as I dodge to the side. The next guy gets lucky, breaking his stick against my arm as I block the side of my head. My arm stings like hell, but I canât focus on that for too long before the rest of them start getting confident and lunging at me.Â
Even in the midst of the frenzy, as I dodge a swing aimed towards my head or suffer a kick to the stomach, all I can think about is Minji. I made a promise to her, one I have no intention of breaking. Rather than a fight between me and the dozens of Tylerâs lackeys, it feels more like a fight between me and my instincts, actively trying to suppress the years of bad habits just for Minji. A part of me feels stupid for doing it - itâs not like sheâll ever see this anyways - yet I continue to subdue my instincts, even if it means sustaining a couple brutal blows to the body.
One of the bigger guys in the group tackles me to the ground, taking the wind out of me as my back collides with the hard concrete. My ears start to ring as he lands two solid punches to my cheek. I flail my hands wildly to the side, desperate for something to grab, before landing on a pile of broken glass. Ignoring the blood rushing to my palms, I chuck the shards at his face. He yelps in pain, allowing me to push him off and get back to my feet. Before I can even blink, my head begins to spin as another punch sends me careening towards the brick wall. Warm blood leaks through my lips, staining my shirt. Two more guys stand over me before hoisting me up by my arms.
Iâm fucking exhausted. My vision is blurry and the ringing in my ears grows louder by the second. Each inhale burns just a bit hotter than the last. Iâm covered in blood again, but this time, itâs all my own. Every cell in my body screams at me for getting into this situation in the first place, berating me for my own stubbornness. Yet the blonde boy, Kyle or whatever the fuck his name is, stands in front of me unscathed, not even a drop of sweat on his brow. The rest of his buddies are on the ground, breathless and covered in injuries they got from tripping over each other. I cough out a weak chuckle, sending a jolt of pain through my chest.
âW-what the fuck are you laughing at?!â Even his threats are starting to get shaky.
âJust funny⊠You called me out here⊠Yet⊠You didnât do shitâŠâ I mutter. âFucking⊠cowardâŠâ
The fury ignites in his eyes, the same one present when he first called me out in English. He grabs a broken mop handle off the ground and swings it overhead, aiming for my face. This is it. Started this day off with a smile, and look where Iâm at now. In the back of my mind, I always knew I would go out like this. Itâs a shame this had to happen after I finally found something to look forward to. With a shallow breath, my eyes flutter shut as I unwillingly accept my fate.
Suddenly, a loud siren blares through the air. The stick that was sailing towards my head mere seconds ago now clatters to the ground. Mr. Geier pops up from behind the building with a megaphone in his hand, alongside two teachers, Winter, Yujin, Danielle, and Minji.
âWhat the hell are you doing!? Put him down NOW!â Geier yells through the megaphone. I collapse to my knees as the two idiots drop me to the ground. A mix of emotions swirl through my head, but the sense of relief shines clearest through the storm. The fact that Iâm alive almost makes everything feel more painful.Â
As the teachers reprimand the other guys, Minji and the others rush over to me, their overlapping voices of worry combined with the ringing in my ears making it impossible to make out anything. I want to tell them that itâs fine, I made it out alive. In a shit ton of pain, but alive nonetheless. No words come out. My vision is starting to blur again. Minjiâs face is the last thing I see before everything turns to black.
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Minjiâs POV
I lean back in my chair, stretching my arms as I let out a long, exhausted sigh. It feels like no matter how much progress I make with prom, thereâs still a whole mountain of things I still need to do.
Danielle walks through the door of the student council room, carrying a pile of papers with her. I nearly burst into tears just looking at the size of the stack.
âRelax,â she says reassuringly, reading my expression. âThese are all taken care of.â
I slide farther into my chair, releasing a deep breath. âOh thank god, I donât think I can handle doing anymore paperwork.â
She grins, taking a seat next to me. âThe principal approved the caterers and our âRed Carpetâ theme, I informed the club leaders to start working on their floats for the prom parade, and Woohyuk and Julie from the art club agreed to paint a mural in the gym. All we have left to do is pick a venue, find a DJ, and prepare decorations.â
âYou say that like itâs an easy thing to do.â I sigh, resting my head on the table while Danielle merely shrugs her shoulders. A couple minutes of silence pass, both of us exhausted and overwhelmed by the ever growing pile of work. âAre Woohyuk and Julie dating?â I ask, making small talk.
âI think so. They seem to have gotten a lot closer after the school festival, and they wouldnât stop shooting each other heart eyes when I asked them to paint the mural. It was sickening,â she jokes.
Dating in high school always felt like an enigma to me. Statistically speaking, only 20% of couples last until college, and only 10% ever get married. High schoolers are the most emotional, stubborn, immature, and hormonal people on the planet (according to my parents), why would you want to date someone like that? But itâs not like I donât want to date⊠I just never had the chance to. I would be lying if I said I donât look at couples walking arm-in-arm through the halls with some kind of envy. Wouldnât it be nice to go through the struggles of your teen years with someone that understands you because theyâre going through the exact same thing? I say that, and then I look out the potential dating pool at Evergreen, only to be reminded of why I havenât dated anyone. I mean, there is one guy I wouldnât mind datingâŠ
âWhy do you ask?â Danielle says, interrupting my train of thought.
âU-uh nothing, just curious.â My cheeks suddenly flare up with heat as she leans forward, scrutinizing my expression.
âAre you thinking about that boy again?
My eyes go wide as I shake my head profusely. âW-what, no! Why would I be thinking about Yuno?â
âBecause I didnât even mention a name, yet your mind automatically went to Yuno.â She raises her eyebrows in an âI told you soâ expression, causing me to shrink in my chair. âAre you really gonna fall for someone like that just because he saves your purse from a thief?â
âI told you IâHuh? How do you know about that?â
Danielle takes her phone out and pulls up a video from a local news account titled, âHeroic Man Stops Mall Purse Thief.â My eyes grow even wider as the video plays, showing Yuno tackling the thief who stole my purse and the⊠awkward hug I gave him afterwards. Apparently, someone had recorded the entire altercation and uploaded it to social media. It now hasâŠ
âFive million views?!â I exclaim. That explains all the weird looks Iâve been getting today. I faceplant into the table, my face burning with a fire of a thousand suns. So that means the entire school saw me⊠hugging Yuno⊠I mean, why do I feel so embarrassed in the first place? Hugging is a perfectly normal way to show gratitude towards someone. He got my purse back, so a hug seems pretty normal, right? Itâs not like people are gonna assume weâre dating. Not that I have any problem with dating him, itâs justâŠ
I let out a sigh. âDanielleâŠâ I groan, my voice muffled by the table.
âHm?â I feel her gently pat my shoulder in support. I lift my head, turning towards her.
âWhat do I do?â
She tilts her head at me, confused. âDo you want them to take the video down?â
âNo, itâs not that, itâs⊠I donât know. Iâm so lost. Thereâs a lot going on with prom and my parents, it feels like Iâm being tossed back and forth in a tornado with nothing around to hold onto for support. Thereâs things that I want to do that seem so⊠impossible given the circumstances. I wish I could freeze time just so I could have a moment to myself to think.â I slump back onto the table in defeat while Danielle continues to rub my shoulder.
Compared to the rest of the girls, Danielle is the most logical one. Hanni does everything she can to cheer me up, Haerin lends an ear and a shoulder to cry on no matter what, Hyein is always there to show me the brighter side of things, and Danielle is prepared with an easy 3-step solution to virtually any of my problems. If Iâm drowning in a sea of doubt and anxiety, I know sheâll be there with a spare life vest and an intricately made wooden raft to hoist me out of the water. But not even she has the answers to everything.
Suddenly, the door to the student council room swings open.
âWe need help,â a familiar voice shoots through the door. âQuickly.â
Yunoâs friends stand in the doorway panting, worry painted on their faces. Winter looks like sheâs on the verge of tears while Yujinâs normally cheery disposition is hauntingly absent.
âWhatâs wrong?â Danielle asks.
âI-Iâm not sure, b-but I think h-heâs in a fight right n-now, behind the g-gym,â Winter answers, her voice breaking.
A fight? N-no⊠What if he gets hurt?
I hurriedly jump to my feet, my mind racing. âDanielle, Yujin, go get Principal Geier. Winter, come with me,â I command, panic evident in my voice. The four of us promptly leave the student council room, with Danielle and Yujin diverging to the principalâs office while Winter and I walk briskly towards the gym.
âTell me everything. What do you mean Yuno might be in a fight?â I ask her.
âD-during English, Cameron w-went up to Yuno and he looked r-really angry. I-I couldnât hear everything th-they were saying, but it s-sounded like he told him to m-meet behind the gym during l-lunch,â she explains. I pick up the pace, adrenaline pumping through my body. With each passing step, all I can think about is one thing.
Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.
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As we turn the corner to the back of the gym, my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach while my breath gets completely sucked from my lungs. Two boys hold up Yunoâs limp body as a third prepares to swing a stick straight towards his head. I wanna scream, I wanna run to him and make sure heâs okay, but my entire body stays frozen in place. Why does it have to be Yuno? Why couldnât it be anyone else? I was just talking to him a few hours ago, he was fine. He was smiling. I wish I could see that smile on his face again. Please.
âM-Minji,â Danielle softly calls out my name, wiping the tears off my face with concern in her eyes. I didnât even realize I was crying. She holds me as I uncontrollably sob into her shoulder, my heart aching with an indescribable pain. It feels like Iâm being torn apart from the inside. I need him to be okay. Please.
âCâmon, letâs go,â she says, patting my arm. I look up from her shoulder, wiping away my tears, to see Yuno collapse to the floor. Mr. Geier and the other two teachers with us yell at the rest of the boys to line up against the wall using harsh language Iâve never heard him say before. The four of us get down by his side, desperate to make sure heâs okay.
âH-heâs fine, right? Heâll be okay, right? D-Dani?â Yujin asks, his voice quivering as he looks up at her for reassurance.
âJust, um, give him some room to breathe for now.â
âY-Y-Y-YunoâŠâ Winterâs entire body shakes as she weeps into her hands. I should comfort her. Iâm the student council president, itâs my responsibility to make sure everyoneâs okay. But my own tears wonât stop flowing as I gently cup his cheek, swollen and red with cuts. You were awake earlier. Your eyes were open and you were smiling. Please wake up. Please smile again, Yuno. Please.
âGuys, we have to take him to the nurse, now!â Mr. Geier exclaims, grabbing Yuno by the arms. âHelp me get his legs up!â
The three of them lift up his legs while Iâm still too busy crying to help. My body is moving, following close behind them, but my mind is too muddled to properly process anything. The next few minutes are nothing but a blur of hallways and odd stares from students exiting the lunch room. I donât care. I donât care about what other students think of Yuno. I donât care about what my parents think of him. I donât care about what people at the banquet will think of him. All I care about is him and making sure that heâs okay.
Once we arrive at the nurseâs office, they gently lay his body on one of the cots. I sit down next to him, just staring at his face. His chest slowly rises and falls with breath. Thatâs good. Heâs breathing. Heâs alive.Â
Mr. Geier says something to us that I canât quite make out. All of their voices fade into the background of my mind like nothing was ever said in the first place. Mr. Geier leaves, with Winter and Yujin following soon after. Danielle sits down next to me and says something, but Iâm too distracted to listen right now. She ends up leaving soon too. All I can do is sit here and wait for him to wake up. Please wake up soon. Please.
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Yunoâs POV
My eyes blink open to a blotchy field of grays and blacks. I try to sit up, but a stabbing pain shoots through my entire body. Every breath feels like hell to get through. Memories of what happened moments before I passed out come back to me. I almost got my skull busted open, and then there was this loud siren. I thought I saw Minji before I passed out, but Iâm not too sure. Fuck, my body hurts like hell. Where am I anyways?
As my vision begins to focus, I see the familiar fluorescent lights of the school glaring back at me. I finally sit up, doing my best to ignore the pain in my back, and look around - the nurseâs office. The schoolâs nurse, a skinny woman with giant glasses and violently pink scrubs, sits at her desk and types away at her computer, oblivious to my consciousness. I consider saying something to let her know Iâm awake, but my throat is too dry to produce any noise.
I turn to my left and my heart stops in my chest. Minji is lying on the cot next to me, sleeping peacefully. I start to wonder if this is all just another weird dream, but as I reach out and gently brush the hair from her face, the soft skin of her cheek feels too real. Even when sheâs sleeping, sheâs so beautiful. But⊠Why is she here?
âOh good, youâre awake,â the nurse says, rising from her desk. I quickly retract my hand from Minjiâs face. âPrincipal Geier explained everything that happened. How are you feeling?â
I stretch my limbs, testing how much I can withstand the pain before it becomes unbearable. âCould be better, but Iâm alive and breathing at least,â I say. âUh, what is she doing here? Did she get hurt?â My voice raises slightly as I gesture to Minjiâs sleeping form. If those fuckers did anything to her, Iâm gonna-
âI think sheâs fine. She came in with you and wouldnât move or speak, even after Principal Geier told the rest of the kids to get back to class. She just sat there, watching over you until she fell asleep,â the nurse explains.
I sign in relief, thankful that sheâs not hurt, but the nurseâs explanation only produces more questions. Why didnât she leave? Iâm sure sheâs busy with a million other things, watching over me will only set her back even more. Itâs not like this is the first time this kind of thing has happened to me. Something similar happened right before I met Minji. Iâll feel like shit for a few days, but Iâm relatively fine.Â
So why did she stay?
The nurse pats my shoulder, handing me an ice bag. âI have to go, some kid threw up in the library, just put this wherever you feel like it. Will you and your girlfriend be fine here alone?â
Heat rushes to my cheeks. âSheâs not m- Uh, sure, weâll be fine.â
She exits the room, leaving me alone with Minji. The silence gives me a moment to get my thoughts straight as the ice bag partially soothes my headache. Her face is so still and peaceful, I slow down my breaths despite the pain just so I donât wake her up. The last time I saw her face like this was when we slept in the same bed after she almost got attacked in front of the convenience store. My heart still burns with anger at the thought of Minji nearly getting hurt. I want to protect her. Even if she doesnât feel the same, I want to be there for her in any way I can. In the short time Iâve known Minji, it feels like Iâm becoming a better person, or maybe Iâm just becoming more and more foolish. I donât know. Feelings are confusing.
Minjiâs eyes suddenly flutter open, and as soon as they meet mine, she jumps up, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. âY-youâre awake! Oh my god, youâre awake!â She sobs into my shoulders. I completely freeze in her arms, the surprise overtaking the pain.
âY-yeah, Iâm fine, Minji. Are you okay?â I ask, awkwardly patting her back. She separates from me, tears overflowing from her eyes. With each drop that falls, I feel my heart crack into a billion pieces, this pain worse than anything Iâve ever felt before. Hesitantly, I wipe away her tears with my uninjured hand, making sure my movements are gentle.
âH-hey, itâs okay. Whatâs wrong?â She takes a moment to calm down, sinking her cheek into my palm as she controls her breathing. I donât dare move my hand, even after most of the tears stop flowing.
âI-I was⊠so worried⊠that y-you wouldnât⊠wake upâŠâ She stutters in between sniffles. âI-I thought you w-were⊠th-thought you were⊠dea-â
âIâm okay, Minji,â I interrupt her, afraid sheâll start bawling again if she finishes her sentence. âU-um, please stop crying. Iâm okay.â
She takes one more deep breath before sitting back down, regretfully moving my hand from her cheek. We sit in silence for a while, unsure of what to say. She cried after getting attacked by the convenience store, but this time seems different. This time, she wasnât crying for her, she was crying for me.
âWait here,â Minji mutters before getting up and walking over to the sink in the corner of the room. I watch silently as she pulls out a few things from the cupboard and fiddles with the sink for a moment before walking back over to me. She gently places a bowl of water and a hand towel next to me before taking out a juice box and poking a straw through the top.
âHere.â She brings the straw to my lips, making me flinch slightly.
âOh. Thanks.â I take it from her, drinking it as she dips the towel into the water and gently tends to my cut up hand. My body recoils from her touch more than the pain itself. It still feels foreign to me, being cared for like this. Never in a million years did I imagine someone like Minji Kim to pop into my life. Sheâs way too good for me. What good would I be as her boyfriend? What good am I as her friend for that matter? I donât want to be a nuisance in her life. I want- No, I need to be better. For her.
She finishes wrapping the gauze around my hand. âIs that okay? Not too tight?â She asks, her voice slightly hoarse from crying.
âYeah, itâs fine. Thanks.â I look at her, meeting her eyes. âYou didnât have to do this. You shouldâve just left-â
âWhy did you get into another fight? I thought you said you wouldnât fight anymore.â Her tone turns stern, softly reprimanding my decisions.
âI didnât fight,â I assure her. âIf I didnât show up, they were gonna go after Winter, but I promise, I didnât try to hit them or anything.â
âSo you just let them beat you up!?â Minji shoots me a look of disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes.
âN-no! I-I dodged and stuff, they just got a few lucky hits in!â I hastily try to explain myself, hoping she doesnât cry again. In hindsight, it sounds even more stupid when I say it out loud. I went to the back of the gym, fully expecting there to be a crowd of people wanting to kick my ass, and the only plan I had was to⊠not fight? Even if I did make it out fine, did I just expect Minji not to say anything about the sudden abundance of injuries all over my body? God, Iâm such a dumbass.
âWhy didnât you tell anyone!? A-a teacher!? Principal Geier!? Me!?â The look of outrage alone is enough to make me feel like a child getting scolded by their parents. My gaze falls to the ground, hiding my embarrassed blush.
âI, uh⊠I didnât think of thatâŠâ I shamefully admit. She sits next to me, sighing into her hands. Seconds stretch into entire years as tense silence overtakes the room. Even my own breathing feels comparable to a car engine with how quiet everything is.
My entire body freezes as I feel Minji rest her head on my shoulder. Her silky black hair tickles my neck while the scent of her lavender perfume wafts through my nose, giving me visions of running through a clear field full of nothing but lavender stems. âDo you know why Iâm mad at you?â She asks, her voice surprisingly mild.
âUh, because Iâm⊠stupid?â
She chuckles lightly at my half-joke. âYouâre not stupid. What you did was stupid, but no, thatâs not why Iâm mad.â
âBecause, uh⊠I didnât talk to you first?â
âBingo.â She lifts her head up to look at me. Her face is close, I can feel the warmth emanating from her soft cheeks. âI know you wanted to protect Winter, but you ended up getting hurt in the process. If you had just gone to a teacher, those boys wouldâve been reprimanded without you having to get hurt.â
âThey would not have been reprimanded-â
âOkay, fine, they probably wouldnât have been seriously reprimanded without any solid evidence,â she concedes. âBut that doesnât mean you should go through these kinds of things alone. Your friends were worried sick about you. And IâŠâ Her voice cracks like delicate porcelain. â...I was worried sick about you.â
I gulp, finally feeling the weight of my actions. For years, everything Iâve done has only affected me. I never had to second guess anything. But things are different now. I have people around me that care about my well-being, which means all of my actions have some kind of effect on them. This whole thing sprouted from me wanting to protect a friend, but in the end, they got hurt because of me.
âIâm sorry, Minji. For being stupid and not talking to you and letting myself get hurt.â
She nods, offering an appreciative grin. âNext time something like this happens, just text me first so I can at least try to talk you out of it, okay?â
How could I ever say no to a face like that? âOkay.â
Minjiâs smile widens, and like a mirror, I can feel my own lips curling to reflect her joy. Sheâs so⊠amazing, unreal evenâlike someone plucked a princess straight from a fairy tale and placed her right in front of me. Kind, caring, courteous, beautiful, strong, intelligent, absolutely perfect in every way possible that it almost feels unfair. I might be fated for nothing more than an early grave, but for once, I want to defy fate and entertain the possibility that something good could happen to me. Maybe Minji is the good thing that happened to me, and maybe, just maybe, there is a future where me and her⊠yâknow.
A whole minute passes before I realize that neither of us have stopped staring at each other. Something in my head clicks. I find myself leaning in, inch by inch, closer to Minjiâs lips, just like Iâve done many times in my dreams - But this time, itâs real. Her breath dances against my skin, making my cells tingle in anticipation. Something in her expression shifts. Her eyes widen slightly, flickering downwards every so often, but she doesnât pull away, even after my intentions become crystal clear. She opens her mouth as if to say something, a protest maybe, but no sound comes out except for her shivering breath. My heart pounds in my ears like a warning alarm telling me to stop. âThis is a bad idea, Yuno! What are you doing!?â Yet I continue onward until the tension is palpable. So close, I can almost taste it-
The door to the nurseâs office swings open. âOh good, youâre both awake!â
Minji and I jump to opposite sides of the cot, my face burning hotter than the sun. The nurses waltzes in with another kid sporting a gross vomit stain on his shirt, tossing any kind of sentiment I had mere moments ago out the window. My heart chugs with the force of a speeding bullet train; itâs a miracle I havenât succumbed to a heart attack by now.
âU-um, I should, umâŠâ Minji stutters frantically, her eyes darting everywhere but in my direction. If itâs any consolation, I feel too overwhelmed to look at anywhere except the floor. She hurries out of the nurseâs office without uttering another word.
âWhatâs up with her?â The nurse asks. Iâm too busy freaking out to even register her question properly.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST TRY TO DO!?
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Minjiâs POV
Oh my god. Oh⊠my god. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My god. OH. MY. GOD. OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGM-
âMinj? Are you alright?â
I jump in my seat, my gaze flying wildly around me. âH-huh?â
Hanni and Haerin exchange odd glances as they take their seats on either side of me. âGirl, whatâs wrong with you?â Hanni asks, her eyebrow raised in concern.
âI-Iâm fine, just working on prom stuff like usual.â Thatâs only somewhat of a lie: after getting permission to excuse myself from the rest of the dayâs classes, I came into the student council room with the intent to work on prom stuff to get my mind off of⊠that. However, I ended up spending the last hours of the school day staring at my blank computer screen while my mind spirals out of control. âWhereâs Danielle and Hyein?â I ask, changing the subject.
âHome stuff,â Hanni answers, sliding an iced coffee towards me. âAre you sure youâre fine? You look⊠shaky.â
âItâs probably just stress, you know how Iâve been lately,â I awkwardly chuckle. Caffeine is probably the last thing that I need right now, yet I take a sip to keep up appearances. Haerinâs cold, analyzing glare seems to notice this.
âMmmâŠâ She grumbles to herself, her gaze never leaving mine as she takes a notebook from her backpack and starts to scribble in it. Haerin always had a knack for knowing things before they happen, but not even she couldâve possibly known about the nurseâs office⊠right?
âUgh, all this talk about prom is making me sick,â Hanni groans. âSpending over $1000 on hair, makeup, a dress, and a limo, all for what? Three hours of some sweaty boyâs hands on my waist? I think Iâll pass.â
âYou can think that, but some people wait their entire lives for this one magical night, I just want to make sure everyone has fun,â I reason.
âPfft, you just want to slow dance with your little boyfriend, Yuno.â
The shock from her words makes me choke on my drink, devolving into a mad coughing fit. âW-what?! N-no I donât! Heâs not my- shut up!â Hanni throws her head back in laughter, clearly amused by my near death experience at her hands.
With how insanely stressful prom preparations have been, the thought of procuring a date to the event never crossed my mind. At this point in the year, most people have found potential dates to take or a close group of friends to go with, with Danielle, Hanni, and I falling into the latter. All this time, I never even thought what prom would be like for myself. Iâve seen it all the time in movies and TV shows: the main character boy asks the hot cheerleader girl to prom, they slow dance together to a popular song fitting of the time, they kiss, credits roll. A simple, predictable formula riddled with a mess of cliches, but one that many dream about for their own special night. But what did I want out of prom? Would he even- Nevermind, I canât even think clearly about that right now.
Haerin tosses her notebook over to me. âI drew this,â she states.
I peer down at her drawing, growing more confused with each second. It seems to depict some kind of misshapen blob and a⊠girl? I think? Theyâre sitting on some kind of bench really close together. Haerin never showed any interest in the arts before this, so why would she be into drawing all of a sudden?
âUm, itâs nice? I think? What is it supposed to be?â I ask.
âItâs you kissing a shadow monster.â
My arm lurches wildly to the side, inadvertently tossing her notebook across the room. Does she know? How does she know!? She wasnât there, right? Right!?
âThat wasnât very nice, Minj,â Hanni chides, picking the notebook off the ground. âI think itâs very unique and has a lot of character. She even got your ponytail right. Good job, Kitty Kang.â She pats Haerinâs head, bringing a pleased smile out of her, yet her eyes stay glued to me like a predator stalking its prey. Iâm starting to wonder if she ever even blinks.
âSorry, Haerin, I just feel out of it today. Itâs a, uh⊠lovely drawing,â I sigh, resting my head onto my palm.
âYah, youâre bumming me out, Minj. Letâs do something fun instead of all this prom garbage. Karaoke?â Hanni suggests. They both look at me expectantly, which only makes my answer even more painful.
âI would love to, especially today out of all days, but I have to prepare for a banquet tomorrow.â
âA banquet? You never told us about that. Ooh, can we come?â Hanni pleads, flashing her big eyes and pouty lips.
âI, um⊠Itâs for my familyâs business. They said I couldnât invite anyone, sorry.â Oh god. Lying to my parents is one thing, but lying to my best friends? The people I trust more than anybody in the entire world? My own words leave a bitter taste in my mouth, more bitter than the strongest black coffee. But what am I supposed to tell them? That I invited Yu- him instead of my own closest friends? Even if his presence serves some kind of purpose, I still canât imagine how they would react if I told them I basically chose a boy over them. No matter how I try to justify it, it still feels wrong.
âAww,â Hanni pouts. While sheâs distracted, I notice Haerin picking up her notebook and pointing at the âshadow monsterâ in her drawing with a scrutinizing squint. I try to ignore her, keeping a straight face, but itâs becoming more clear that she knows somethingâs up.
âIâll make it up to you guys some other time,â I say, gathering my things. âNext time we go to karaoke, Iâll pay for everything, snacks, drinks, whatever, alright?â
âWoo! I wonât say no to that!â Hanni cheers, skipping out of the student council room. I get up to follow her, but a tug on my sleeve stops me. Haerin stares at me blankly, unblinking, for what feels like forever. Itâs normally hard to read her, but especially now when my mind has been in a constant whirlwind for the last couple hours, all I can come to are a few thousand anxiety-ridden conclusions. She suddenly moves her hand upwards with the focused intensity of a cat, waving it around before finally landing her index finger on the middle of my forehead.
âU-um, Haerin, what are you-â
âYouâre overthinking things. Go with your gut,â she states before putting her notebook back into her bag like nothing ever happened.
âWhat are you talking about-â
âIf youâre not gonna admit it to us, at least admit it to yourself. Itâs not healthy to keep things bottled up, youâre barely floating as it is.â Haerin goes up to the door, stopping to look back at me. âAre you coming with us or not?â
âO-oh, right, yeah.â I can barely process her words as I follow the two of them off campus. What does she mean by âoverthinkingâ? Iâm not overthinking, Iâm thinking a perfectly healthy amount. I just have a lot on my plate, so thereâs a lot I need to think about. Thatâs not overthinking, thatâs just⊠thinking a lot. I need to be thinking a lot, or else I run the risk of letting a ton of people down. My parents, the entire student body, my friends. Once I get a quiet moment to myself, Iâll be fine. Right? Right?
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I kick off my shoes by the front door, ready to land face first into my bed and turn off my brain for a couple hours. Unfortunately, fate has other plans for me.
âMinji! Welcome home, dear!â My mom announces from the living room, her tone a bit too cheerful to not raise any immediate red flags. âHow was school?â
I fight back an exhausted sigh. âIt was fine, Mother. Iâm just gonna go up to my room and-â
âOh, well donât go upstairs yet! The Parks are here, come say hello!â
The Parks are what!? My eyes shoot up, scanning the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Park sit on the sofa, offering me kind smiles. But if theyâre here, does that mean-
âMinji! Long time no see!â My worst nightmare rounds the corner with my father in tow, laughing like theyâre old buddies or something. My skin crawls as he walks towards me with his arm spread out like heâs about to hug me. I wanna run and hide, but Iâm too terrified to move. In the end, all I can do is try not to vomit on his shoulder as he wraps me up in an awkward hug.
Is this real? Surely this isnât real, right? Maybe this is all just some sick nightmare and Iâm still sleeping in the nurseâs office. Please let this be just a nightmare.
âCat got your tongue or something?â He jokes, finally releasing me from his grasp.
âSunghoon, itâs uh⊠good to see you.â
Father walks up and clasps his hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder. âSunghoon was just telling me that heâs considering transferring over Evergreen for the rest of the school year. Isnât that great, Minji?â
âHe WHAT!?â
Everyone turns to look at me, shock and concern written all over their faces. âI-I mean what a great surprise! Thatâs just⊠so, so, sooo great to hear,â I say through bared teeth. âI have an, uh, important test tomorrow that I need to study for, so Iâm just gonna go up to my room and-â
âWhy donât you bring Sunghoon with you, dear?â Mother suggests, oblivious to the fact that sheâs slowly destroying my life. âItâll give you two time to catch up without us adults getting in the way.â
I muster up the most convincing smile I can and say, âS-sure. That would be great. Just⊠great.â
I stomp up the stairs to my room with Sunghoon in tow, immediately collapsing onto my bed without giving him a second thought.
âYour room is nice,â he says, shutting the door behind him and effectively taking away my only way of escape. Maybe thereâs some soft bushes I can land on if I jump out the window. If not, at least death seems more favorable than being stuck in here with the worst human being alive.
âMhm,â I mutter, half-listening to whatever he has to say.
Sunghoon paces around my room, looking around at my posters and my desk before picking up Mr. Bear from my bed. âI see youâre still into teddy bears,â he chuckles to himself.
âPut that down!â I grab Mr. Bear from his grasp and glare coldly at him, causing him to back off with his hands up.
âAlright, itâs clear that thereâs still some bitterness so I might as well just go ahead and address the elephant in the room: Iâm sorry for the way I treated you when we were kids. I was an immature little brat and I shouldâve treated you better. Will you forgive me?â
That was⊠surprisingly mature. Did the original Sunghoon die in an accident and got replaced by a nicer clone? Does he have an illegitimate twin brother that replaced him and took his name after Mr. and Mrs. Park realized how much of a gremlin their son is? Any of those explanations seem more plausible than Sunghoon actually maturing.
âUh⊠sure, I guess,â I say, still weirded about this sudden revelation. He grins at me, sitting next to me on the bed. âUm, Iâm sorry for yelling. Itâs been a, uh⊠long day.â
âNo worries, I deserved it.â Jeez, this new understanding side of Sunghoon is so off putting. If he acted like old self, at least that would be predictable. This feels like walking through uncharted territory without so much as a map or even a flashlight.
âYour mother told me that youâre inviting a friend to the banquet tomorrow,â he continues. âSome guy named Yuno. Whatâs he like?
âHeâsâŠâ Oh god, I canât even think properly about him right now after what happened in the nurseâs office. I still havenât been able to process my own feelings about it. What was he thinking? What was I thinking? I canât even remember where my mind was during that whole thing, yet I can remember everything else so vividly; his warm breath dancing against my skin, his kind eyes peering into mine with so much care behind them, his soft lips inching closer and closer-
âMinji? Are you alright?â Sunghoon nudges my shoulder, taking me out of my impromptu trip down memory lane. I sink my face into Mr. Bearâs head, hiding the growing blush on my cheeks.
âY-yeah, Iâm fine. Like I said, long day,â I reason. âUm⊠Heâs nice. A little shy, but he means well.â
âAre you sure you two are friends?â He chuckles at me. âIt doesnât seem like you know him very well.â
âWe, uh, havenât been friends very long,â I explain. As weird as it is, Yuno and I have only known each other a couple of days, yet it feels like so much longer than that. Now that I think about it, weâve run into each other everyday since we met, even on the weekend. For the past three years of attending the same high school, heâs been nothing but a body walking through the hall or the utterance of a name whenever he stirred up trouble, but now, weâre so intertwined in each otherâs lives like heâs been there from the start. Without him, I probably wouldâve gotten attacked by that drunk man and I never wouldâve gotten over my fear of spiders. His presence has become so integral to my life, I canât imagine him not being there in some way.
âDo you like him?â Sunghoon asks suddenly, glancing at me.
I⊠I donât know. I donât know what to think or feel about him. He is a part of my life, but I just⊠I donât know. âAs a friend, yeah,â I utter, unsure of the words coming out of my own mouth.
He nods, grinning to himself. âGood.â
âWhat do you mean âgoodâ?â My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
âOh, nothing, just, uh⊠thinking out loud.â He gets up from my bed and walks towards the door. âIâll let you study for your test now, Iâd hate to interfere with your academics. See ya tomorrow, Minji.â
âYeah, see yaâŠâ He shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Instead of getting up and doing something productive to distract myself, all I can do is lie there and stare at the ceiling, wondering when everything became so complicated.
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Yunoâs POV
âYuno, are you okay? Youâre blanking out again,â Winter says.
âHm? Oh, itâs nothing. Just a little headache.â
Honestly, I would prefer it if it was just a little headache rather than the fucking tornado thatâs been running rampant through my mind. During the entire walk from the school to the convenience store, all I could do was stare at the ground and let my legs blindly follow behind Winter and Yujin. Hell, I barely even noticed we came to the convenience store until just now.
âShouldnât you go to the doctor? You donât look very good,â Yujin says.
âIâve been through worse.â Both of them still stare at me, unconvinced of my wellbeing. âIâll feel better after I sleep it off, alright? You guys donât have to worry about me.â
âHow can we not worry about you, you got hurt b-because of meâŠâ Winterâs voice falters as tears begin to well within her eyes.
âAh jeez. Look, IâŠâ My mind wanders back to what Minji said to me in the nurseâs office before I did⊠that: But that doesnât mean you should go through these kinds of things alone. Your friends were worried sick about you.
âIâm sorry. To both of you. I shouldâve let you two know what was going on instead of running in alone and letting myself get hurt. It wonât happen again, okay? Iâm done fighting,â I say. Both of them look up at me in surprise.
âSo no more Super Yuno?â Yujin asks.
âUh yeah. No more, uh, âSuper Yunoâ.â If thereâs a silver lining in any of this, itâs definitely getting rid of that ridiculous nickname.
âHmmâŠâ Yujinâs gaze falls to the ground in contemplation. âWhen superheroes in comic books get hurt, they usually have some kind of healing factor or revival ability that helps them get back up no matter how much damage they take. But youâŠâ He looks up at me, his own eyes glossy with sorrow. â...Youâre real. You donât have any superpowers to help you. It was really scary seeing you not wake up, Yuno. I-I donât⊠I donât want to see you get hurt anymore.â
âMe neither,â Winter adds.
The three of us sit in silence with nothing but the crickets and the gentle howl of the passing breeze to let us know the world is still moving. The weight of their words sink deeper into me, making me feel even more guilty for my lack of consideration. Things are different now. I canât act like Iâm still living the same life I was a couple days ago, and frankly, I donât want to go back to that life of solitude and pain. I need to change for the better. For me. For my dad. For my friends. For Min⊠For her.
I clap Yujin on the back, ruffling his hair. âYou guys wonât have to see me get hurt anymore, alright? I really am done fighting.â
Winter smiles at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. âIâm glad.â
âMe too,â Yujin chuckles.
My lips form into a grin, a feeling Iâm starting to get used to. âBut if anyone messes with either of you, I donât mind coming out of retirement for a little bit.â
The sounds of their laughter float with the wind, carried wherever fate takes them. I always viewed fate as cruel and unyielding, rendering our sense of choice to nothing but dust. But every once in a while, itâll surprise me with something new, not necessarily good or bad, just different. This, however, is good. Unequivocally good. It can be convoluted and annoying at times, but still good.
âHowâs the student council president?â Winter asks, making my shoulders tense up suddenly.
âOh yeah, she looked really worried about you. Danielle told me that sheâs never seen her act like that before,â Yujin says.
My gaze drifts to the side, unable to meet their eyes. âU-uh, sheâs fine. We talked. Weâre, uh, cool.â I canât even imagine how she must be feeling right now after I did all that. What am I supposed to say to her? Do I just pretend like nothing happened? That I didnât just try to kiss her? OUT OF NOWHERE? I clutch my head as I devolve into another tumultuous storm of uncertainty and anxiety. I need to get this feeling out of me. I need to⊠IâŠ
âI almost kissed her,â I blurt out. Winter and Yujinâs jaws drop in utter shock at my confession. My entire face burns with shame, but my soul feels lighter now that I finally acknowledged it.
âUh, what do you mean almost?â Winter asks after several seconds of stunned silence.
âI-I, uh⊠FuckâŠâ I inhale deeply, steadying my breath. âWe were just talking and then suddenly her face was really close and I kinda just⊠leaned in⊠uhâŠâ The more I blabber, the warmer my entire body feels, yet going back and reliving that moment so clearly feels oddly nice in a way. Instead of it being a dream, it was real. I almost got to see what happens at the end of that dream instead of waking up in my bed.
Both of them lean in with amused smirks, completely intrigued by my stupid little accident. âDo you like her?â Winter asks.
âY-yeah, I do. A lot.â
âAw, look at him, heâs blushing,â Yujin teases.
I turn my head, hiding my face into my hands. âSh-shut upâŠâ
âI think itâs very cute that you have a crush on her. Minji seems like a really nice girl,â Winter says, amused. âAre you gonna ask her out to prom?â
âI, uh⊠I donât know.â
âWhy not? I think you should go for it if you really like her.â
âI donât know how she feels about me. I mean, I know she thinks of us as friends, but more than thatâŠâ I sigh, my shoulders slumping towards the ground. âMinji has a lot going for her, and Iâm just me.â
âHow did she react when you almost kissed her?â Yujin asks.
âShe, uh⊠She ran out of the room in a panic.â
Both of them turn to each other in contemplation. âWell, that could mean anything,â Winter says. âRegardless of what you think she feels, you should ask her out or else youâre gonna regret it for the rest of your life. I didnât think Karina would ever like me, but look where weâre at now.â
âYeah, Yuno!â Yujin adds. âWeâll even help you with your promposal! I can make posters and-â
âN-no!â I interject. âNo posters. I donât want to make a big deal out of it. I already know what people think of me, so to put that kind of attention on her would be cruel.â
Amused smirks grow on their faces as they exchange knowing glances at each other. âThat was really sweet, Yuno,â Winter says, gushing.
On second thought, maybe itâs better if I didnât tell them all of this; God knows I wonât hear the end of it for the next week. But as I look at the sincerity in their smiles, a warm feeling stirs within me. Maybe itâs better I did.
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My hand rests on the doorknob of my home, frozen by the impending dread of having to come clean and explain the sudden influx of cuts and bruises marking my body. If heâs going to be in my life again, heâll have to deal with the fact that I made and will continue to make really shitty mistakes. I just hope Iâm able to learn from them every once in a while.
With a deep breath, I enter my home to find him sitting alone at the dining table, his leg bouncing restlessly as he stares blankly at nothing. All the lights in the house are off, save for the single one floating right above him, creating an ominous tension that blasts me from the doorway.
âUh, hey, Dad.â
âYuno!â I expected anger, disappointment, maybe even disgust, but instead Iâm met with relief as he walks over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. âYour principal called me earlier, I was worried sick about you. Are you okay?
âYeah, Iâm fine.â I thought I would get tired of reiterating for the umpteenth time that Iâm fine, but having people around me that care enough to worry gives me this tingling feeling in my chest. It feels⊠nice, actually.
âAre you getting bullied at school?â He asks worriedly.
âNo, itâs nothing like that. It was just a stupid fight.â Some could argue that Iâm the bully at the school, and maybe theyâre right, but at least I pick on people that deserve it instead of defenseless underclassmen.
âDo you need me to take you to the hospital or something?â
âIâm fine, Iâve been through worse. Just need a little rest,â I say. He begins to speak, but stops and sighs instead.
âAlright. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?â I nod. âI trust you know how to take care of yourself by now, but Iâm always gonna be here if you need me.â He walks over to the kitchen and pours himself a cup of water, but instead stares pensively at it, watching his reflection in the cup.
âActually, I could use a ride after school tomorrow,â I say. âI was, uh, invited to a banquet.â
He looks up from the cup, his brow raised in curiosity. âReally? What for?â
âMinji - the girl you met at the mall - she invited me,â I explain.
My dad smirks, finally showing a positive emotion for the first time since I got home. âSure thing, I can drive you.âÂ
âThanks, dad.â I grin at him before heading upstairs to my room.Â
The easy parts are over. I apologized to Winter and Yujin, and accidentally let my feelings for Minji slip out. I talked to my dad and he seemed to take things better than I thought he would. Now thereâs just one person left I have to talk to, arguably the most important I need to talk to: Minji.
I stare at my phone, my eyes rereading our previous texts over and over again. Should I call her? What would I even say? Even texting her seems like an impossible feat at this point. After she freaked out and ran out of the nurseâs office, Iâve been struggling to think of how I should address the incident. Hell, Iâve been struggling on how I should feel about it myself. I did, technically, want it to happen, but couldnât I have chosen a more opportune moment to do it? Yâknow, like after knowing for sure what she feels about me? God, Iâm a fucking idiot.
To add salt to the wound, I end up going for the cowardâs way out, typing up a message that avoids the issue entirely because acting like everything is fine is surely the best course of action.
Yuno: Hi. What should I wear to the banquet? And whatâs the address?
Feelings are so exhausting.
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Compared to how âeventfulâ yesterday was, Tuesday went by in the blink of an eye. The weird stares were still there, even more so thanks to my injuries, and Tylerâs group of friends in English class seemed to be down a couple of guys. Not my problem, less trouble for me and itâs not like I even hit any of them. Minji never responded to the text I sent last night. To make matters worse, every time I saw her in the hallway, she avoided eye contact completely and ran the opposite direction. If she told me that what I did was disgusting and to never talk to her again, I would at least understand, but to avoid me completely when Iâm literally going to a banquet with her feels like cruel and unusual punishment.
I sigh, banging my head into my locker. Not the greatest decision given my condition, but I donât give a shit anymore. I just want the girl I like to talk to me.
âIs she still avoiding you?â Winter asks from next to me.
âYeah,â I utter sadly. âMaybe I messed up. Maybe she doesnât want to be friends anymore.â
Yujin pats my shoulder in support. âDonât worry about it, Yuno, youâll get a chance to talk to her eventually. Didnât you say you were going to that banquet with her tonight? You can talk to her then!â
âShe hasnât even given me the address, how am I supposed to get there?â I reason. âMaybe this is her way of telling me not to come.â
Winter and Yujin exchange worried glances while I lean against my locker, thinking about everything and nothing. Is this what it feels like to have something good ripped away from you all of a sudden? It sucks. It fucking sucks. Part of me wishes I never met Minji in the first place just so I never have to feel like this.
Just then, Minjiâs tall friend walks past, offering a polite wave. Whatâs her name again? It starts with an H⊠Not Hanni⊠Harry⊠Halsey⊠HyemiâŠ
âHyein!â I call out, rushing over to her.
âHello, Minjiâs friend!â She says. âWhatâs up?â
âHave you talked to Minji at all today?â
âOf course I have!â She smiles like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âWhy?â
âHas she, um, said anything about me?â I may sound feeble and desperate, but thatâs because I am. If Minji hates my guts, then I need to know, or else Iâm gonna be walking around like a hopeless idiot.
âHmm⊠No, I donât think sheâs said anything about you.â
âOhâŠâ I hang my head, completely dejected. Not only did I get any new information, but now her friends are gonna think Iâm a weirdo. âWell, next time you see her, can you ask her to check her texts? She hasnât given me a response yet.â
âWhy canât you tell her yourself? Did something happen between you two?â Hyein squints at me.
âN-no! I meanâŠâ You tried to kiss her, you dumbass. â...maybe. I donât know. Can you tell her that I want to talk? Please.â
âHmmâŠâ She studies my expression with an intense glare. âOkay, but I canât promise anything. Whatever you did mustâve upset her a lot if sheâs not talking to you all of a sudden.â
I sigh, feeling my heart being ripped out of my chest. âYeah, I figured. Thanks.â With my gaze fixed on the ground, I trudge back to my locker where Winter and Yujin are waiting. I wanna bash my head into the metal door so I can stop feeling like this, but I canât even muster up the energy to do that. If only I didnât catch a stupid crush on her.
A stupid, hopeless, foolish crush.
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Minjiâs POV
Schoolwork. Study. Test. Prom. Schoolwork. Study. Test. Prom. Schoolwork. Study. Test. Prom. I feel like a robot running through a constant cycle to maintain peak productivity. Iâve accomplished so much in the day that I donât even have time to think about anything else. With prom slowly approaching, my continuous cycle of work will eventually pay off and everyone will finally be happy.
The door to the student council room clicks open, but I donât even flinch. Eyes are glued to the screen, typing up emails and researching venues until calluses form on my fingers.
âUh, Minji?â I hear Danielleâs voice ask. âWhat are you doing in here with the lights off?â
Oh right. The lights are off. I didnât even notice. The bluelight from my laptop has burned itself into my retinas. Even when I blink, all I see is the screen.
âJust working,â I mutter.
âHey, girl,â Hanni says, concern laced in her tone. âWe got you an iced coffee if you want it.â
âThanks.â I take a sip, the caffeine having an immediate effect on me like adding coal to the furnace of a speeding steam train. Email sent. New tab opened up. Check notification. Look at potential venues. Donât think. Just work.
A hand slams my laptop shut. âHey! What are you-â I look up for the first time to see all of my friends looking down at me with worry all over their faces.
âI told you keeping things bottled up isnât healthy,â Haerin states, her hand holding my laptop closed.
âW-what are you talking about?â I ask, annoyed. âCanât you see Iâm trying to work!?â
âMinj, look at yourself! This isnât just stress anymore, you look like a zombie!â Hanni exclaims.
I scoff, rubbing my hands over my face. âIâm fine, Iâm just working on prom like usual. Haerin, give me back my-â I reach for my laptop, but Haerin snatches it away. âHaerin, what are you doing!? Iâm in the middle of something important!â
âMinji, what is going on with you?â Danielle asks in a calm yet concerned tone. âYouâve been acting weird ever since yesterday.â
I feel like my head is about to explode. What are they not understanding!? Of course Iâm going to be mad, they just took away my laptop! If anything, theyâre acting weird! âI told you guys, Iâm fine-â
âIs this about what happened between you and Yuno?â Hyein asks from the corner of the room. My gaze shoots towards her. Her hands are trembling by her sides like leaves in a heavy storm, barely holding onto the branch theyâre a part of. Tears threaten to burst from her eyes. Sheâs scared, terrified. Of me.
My legs give out from underneath me as my vision becomes blurry with tears. A blanket of warmth covers me as the girls hold me in their gentle embrace. I donât deserve them. Iâve been lying and keeping secrets from them, and now I yelled at them. All for what? A boy? Have I lost sight of what really matters in my life just because I think I have feelings for someone?
It takes a while for me to come down from the overwhelming wave of emotions. By the time my tears stop, I find myself surrounded by my friendsâ caring gazes. The four people I trust most in the world, but also the ones I need to apologize to.
âI-Iâm sorry guys,â I begin. âI know I said Iâve been stressed, but that doesnât excuse my outburst. You guys donât deserve to be yelled at like that.â
Hanni tenderly brushes my hair with her fingers, letting me rest my head on her shoulder. âItâs okay, Minj, we know you didnât mean it. Weâre just really worried about you.â
âYeah,â Danielle adds. âItâs clear that this isnât just about prom anymore.â
âWhat did Yuno do to you?â Hyein asks.
âHe didnât, umâŠâ I take a deep breath, steadying my heartbeat. âWhen he got into that fight yesterday, it really scared me. Seeing him pass out like that, I thought he was d⊠gone. It felt like I couldnât breathe properly until I knew he was alright. All I could think about was âWhy did this have to happen to him? Itâs so unfair. He doesnât deserve this at allâ. When Yuno finally woke up, it was like⊠everything felt right again. I was so relieved. And then I looked into his eyes and thought âI never want to see you get hurt againâ. And IâŠâ My cheeks start to burn as my voice falters. The girls begin to stare at me with intrigue, waiting for me to finish my sentence.
âI-I⊠I almost kissed him.â
The room fills with collective gasps as each of them freeze in shock. I bury my face into Hanniâs shoulder, each passing second of silence making me feel even more embarrassed.
âW-what do you mean almost?â Danielle asks, the most disturbed out of the four of them.
âThe nurse came in before we could, uh⊠finish,â I say, my voice muffled by Hanniâs shirt.
âOH. MY. GOD.â Hanni squeals. âGirl, tell us everything! Who initiated? What did he say to you? Did he go right or left-â Haerin clasps her hand over Hanniâs mouth, shaking her head disapprovingly. Thank god, I donât know how much longer I couldâve taken her questions.Â
âIs that why you were avoiding him all day?â Hyein asks. I sigh, nodding sadly.
âEvery time I saw him, I panicked and ran away like an idiot,â I admit. âI donât know what to think or how to feel.â
âDo you like him?â
I stare at the ground in contemplation, thinking about the past few days with Yuno. Despite what others think of him, heâs proven himself to be kind hearted and loyal, oftentimes putting his friends above his own well being. Heâs saved me countless times, never once asking for any sort of recompense, and heâs shown that heâs willing to change for the better, even if it might go against his own ideas of justice. Yuno is a good guy, a great friend, andâŠ
âYeah,â I nod. âI think I do like him.â
âYou think?â Danielle asks, unconvinced.
âI donât know, Iâve never had a crush on anybody before.â
âMinj, that is so cute!â Hanni chimes. âYou should ask him to prom!â
âShouldnât he ask meâŠ?â
Haerin shakes her head. âItâs 2024, subjecting yourself to outdated ideals will only leave you disappointed. Get with the times, grandma.â
I side-eye her, grimacing at her insult. âWhatever. I donât even know if he feels the same and Iâd rather not do something drastic to ruin our friendship.â
âBut youâll never know if you donât try,â Hanni says. âYouâre gonna regret it if you donât tell him how you feel.â
âI know, but I canât just rush into something like this without thinking first,â I argue. âBesides, Iâm busy with a thousand things right now, I donât even think I have time for a relationship.â
Danielle takes my hand in hers, looking me in the eye. âYou should do what makes you happy, Minji. I mean, look what happened when you bottled up everything inside and put other peopleâs feelings above your own. Forget everyone else right now and focus on your own happiness for once.â
âBut-â
âNo buts,â she snaps. âI can get the other student council members to pick up the slack on prom preparations, so go out, have fun, and date a stupid boy. And if he hurts you, then you have the four of us to fall back on.â The others nod in agreement, smiling brightly at me.
âThanks, guys.â I quickly clap my hands over my eyes in an attempt to stop another onslaught of tears. âGod, I feel like Iâm gonna cry again.â
âAww, you big softie,â Hanni says. âCome here.â
The four of them pull me into a warm group hug that melts all my worries away. Honest to God, I donât know what I would do without them. These girls are like my own little life raft, keeping me afloat even when I fall overboard.Â
I take out my phone and send a text that I should have sent ages ago.
Yuno: Hi. What should I wear to the banquet? And whatâs the address?
Minji: hey :) just wear something nice! the address is 0507 Ador Ln. donât be late, thereâs something i want to talk to you about.
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Yunoâs POV
I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, checking if my outfit is okay for the millionth time. âjust wear something nice!â she says, yet the only nice clothes I have are some light blue jeans and the bear sweater that I bought on a whim. Iâm not sure if âniceâ is how I would describe this outfit, but I donât exactly have any other alternatives.
I would be lying if I said her text didnât make my heart feel so much lighter. It doesnât matter how stupid I look as long as I finally get to clear things up with her. Not being able to talk to her at all for the past day has been complete hell, I wouldnât wish the feeling on my worst enemy. Yet, a part of me feels downright terrified. What is she gonna say to me? Will we still be friends after this? Iâll have to hold onto this dreadful suspense until I see her, and probably even longer depending on how the banquet goes. Hopefully we can get over this quickly so I can finally breathe normally.
My dad knocks on the bathroom, peeking his head through the open door. âYou ready to go?â He asks.
âYeah, uhâŠâ I pause, awkwardly looking at the ground. âDo I look okay?â
He chuckles at me, patting my shoulder. âYou look great. Iâm sure sheâll like it.â
I take one last look at myself in the mirror before heading out to the car, my heartbeat ringing in my ears as we head to the banquet.
Naturally, the banquet takes place on the far side of the town where all the rich people live. Grandiose buildings line the streets as opposed to the regular suburban houses Iâm used to, larger and shinier than anything Iâve ever seen, their opulence almost blinding under the streetlights. Even my dad looked impressed, staring at all the different houses that we could never dream of affording. All of this only serves as a reminder that I donât belong in this world and never will. To Minji, this is just another Tuesday for her. I sigh, the pit in my stomach growing deeper and deeper.
The banquet hall sits atop a hill overlooking the town as if it's looking down on everyone else with disgust. As we drive up to the building, the frequency of luxury cars increases, making our car look like garbage on wheels in comparison. The closer we get, the more Iâm starting to regret my decision to come along. A few guests are talking outside, dressed in their finest tailored suits and elegant gowns. I look down at the bear on my sweater with shame. I didnât want to stand out, yet Iâm basically wearing a giant sign that says âlook at me, Iâm an idiot.â
Near the entrance, I spot Minji wearing a stunning black dress that compliments her natural beauty. Simple yet sophisticated⊠And Iâm wearing this god damn bear sweater. Maybe itâs not too late to turn around and go back home. Iâll tell her my body started hurting all of a sudden and I canât move and-
âHey,â my dad says, patting my shoulder. âItâll be okay. Go have fun.â
I nod, taking one more deep breath before stepping out of the car. âA-alright. Uh, thanks for giving me a ride.â
He smiles at me. âOf course. Text me when you want to leave and Iâll come right away. Bye, Yuno.â I watch as the car disappears down the hill, leaving me completely stranded with no way of escaping. All I can do is face this head on, like Iâve always done.
With each step I take towards Minji, my heart beat rings louder and louder in my ears. The gnawing insecurity in the pit of my stomach makes it hard to breathe, yet I continue forward towards the impossibly beautiful girl that Iâve fallen completely in love with. Her black hair flows like waves curling from a waterfall, light and airy, as she exudes an air of elegance and grace. If I survived a beating from a group of guys, then I can survive this one night. For her.
âMin-â
âHey Minji!â A loud voice calls out from behind me. The source of the voice, a tall guy wearing a sophisticated suit, walks over to her and pulls her into a hug. My blood immediately begins to boil with rage. Who the fuck is this guy!?
âYou look great! How are you doing?â I hear him ask her.
âU-uh, thanks, Iâm fine, umâŠâ Minji spots me, her face lighting up instantly. âYuno!â I do my best to hide the growing smirk as he looks back at me with bewilderment.
âH-hey. Hi,â I say to her.
âIâm glad you could make it,â she replies, smiling at me. God, I missed that smile. I missed hearing her voice. Itâs only been a day, but it feels nice to finally talk to her again.
âUm, hello? Arenât you gonna introduce me to your friend, Minji?â The tall guy says. He must be the one Minji was warning me about, I can already tell he gives off a pompous energy.
âAh right. Yuno, this is Sunghoon, Sunghoon, this is my friend from school, Yuno,â Minji says.
âWhatâs up, man?â Sunghoon reaches his hand out towards me, which I nearly shake before realizing I still have the gauze wrapped around my hand. âOh damn, what happened to your hand? Are you some kind of fighter or something?â He jokes. Minji gives me an apologetic look while I simply shake my head.
âCooking accident. Iâm fine,â I say, lowering my hand.
âThat sucks, man, uhâŠâ He looks down at my sweater, his lips widening into an amused smirk. âCool sweater, man, whereâd you get it? Balenciaga? Armani? Target?â he chides, laughing at his own shitty joke. I shoot a glare at him which makes him shut up pretty quickly.
âIâm just joking man, jeez,â he says. âIâm gonna head inside, Minji. Iâll get us a good table.â Sunghoon winks at her before walking off towards the building, leaving me and Minji alone finally.
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry about him, Yuno,â Minji apologizes.
âItâs fine.â I gaze into her eyes for the first time since arriving, my heart skipping a beat as I got lost in the deep browns of her irises. The stars reflect off of them, containing the beauty of an entire galaxy right in front of me. âU-um, is this sweater okay? I, uh, didnât really have any nice clothes to wear,â I blabber awkwardly.
âItâs, uh⊠Itâs cute,â she says, her face lighting up as she looks at the bear. âAw, heâs wearing little overalls. Itâs like heâs a little farmer bear.â
I turn my head, quietly giggling to myself. How can someone look so ethereal, yet act so adorable? âOh right, you said you wanted to talk to me about something,â I say, fixing my expression.
âOh, um⊠UhâŠâ Her gaze nervously shifts side to side as she messes with her fingers. âCan we, uh, talk about that later? My parents are probably waiting for me inside.â
I sigh, disappointed but also understanding. âOkay, thatâs fine.â
She offers an apologetic look before leading the way into the building. As we walk through the doors, my jaw hits the floor from utter shock and awe. The banquet hall is a giant room adorned with pillars of flowers and a giant golden chandelier hanging overhead, illuminating the room with a brilliant light. Fancy-looking tables are spread out throughout the room, seating even fancier-looking people, laughing and sipping from skinny glasses of champagne as they talk. The looks I get from school are a little annoying, but bearable enough - Theyâre all just kids trying not to get into any trouble that Iâm usually a part of - but being in this room, looked down upon by these people is a different beast entirely. Instead of being viewed as some scary monster that could act up at any moment, it feels like theyâre scorning at me like a rat that wandered into the wrong place. Itâs like Minjiâs mom times a thousand in here.
âAre you okay, Yuno?â Minji asks, lightly grabbing onto my sleeve with a worried look.
âI-Iâm fine,â I assure her. Before she can say anything else, an older man walks up to her, smiling.
âMinji! How are you doing, dear?â He says.
âHello, Mr. Park! Iâm doing well, how are you?â She replies, seamlessly slipping into a more professional tone.
âIâm doing great, of course. Itâs great to be doing business with your parents.â He looks towards me, his face subtly shifting into that of disdain. âWhoâs your friend here, Minji?â
âThis is Yuno, heâs my friend from school.â
âH-hello, sir.â I reach out to shake his hand only to be met with a confused expression as he stares down at my gauze-covered hand. Sheepishly, I retract it, my gaze falling to the ground in embarrassment.
âRight⊠Well, my wife is probably wondering where I am and I wouldnât want to keep her waiting,â Mr. Park says, not even glancing at me. âGood bye, Minji.â
I sigh dejectedly as he walks off, both grateful that heâs gone and annoyed at myself for not making a better first impression. âThat was⊠awful,â I mutter.
âHey, itâs okay,â Minji soothes. âOn the bright side, youâll never have to talk to him again after tonight.â
âI donât know, Minji, maybe me being here is a mistak-â
âOh!â She takes an empty glass from one of the tables and hands it to me. âHere, hold this.â
I take it from her, giving her a quizzical look. âWhat do you want me to do with this?â
âJust hold up this glass with your right hand and people wonât shake your hand anymore. Problem solved, right?â
Sheâs trying so hard for me. What a saint. I truly donât deserve her. âYeah, okay,â I nod, mustering up a smile. âThanks.â
âNo proble-â
âAy, thatâs where you guys are!â Sunghoon pops out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Minji. Itâs taking every fiber of my being not to knock his lights out right now. âI was wondering where you two were.â
Minji pushes his arm off of her, side-eyeing him with contempt. âWe were just talking,â she states.
âWell, Iâm sure thereâs a lot of people that would love to get to know Yuno. Isnât that right, man?â Sunghoon firmly grasps my shoulder, pushing me towards a larger crowd of people culminating in the middle of the room. I could kill him if I want to (and I do want to), but with Minji here, Iâm left at the mercy at whatever the hell this rich fuck plans to do. Whatever. I can survive talking to old people for a little bit.
The next hour crawls along as Iâm swept through countless bouts of small talk with increasingly important people, constantly bombarded with questions that I donât have the answer to.
âWhat are your plans after high school?â
âWhat university are you thinking of attending?â
âHave you started on your college admission papers?â
Minji and Sunghoon handled everything with ease, accustomed to the talk like theyâre fluent in a second language, whereas I was barely floating by. Overwhelmed doesnât even begin to describe how I felt. Minji tried her best to help me out, but with an abundance of other people talking to her, her plate was already full as it was.
Finally, after another uncomfortable conversation with a woman that didnât even try to hide her disapproval, I found myself on the outer rim of the conversation. Minji and Sunghoon were in the middle, keeping everyone distracted, giving me a chance to escape. I spot a door at the edge of the room leading towards the outside. I take one last look at Minji, feeling guilty for leaving her like this, before scurrying out the door.
Fresh air fills my lungs, a luxury I didnât know I had until now. I scramble over towards the railing, letting myself breath for the first time in what feels like years. Getting another beating would be more favorable compared to the hell that I just went through inside. I donât know how Minji does that on a regular basis, I could barely get a coherent word out the entire time.
I lean against the railing, watching the full moon float slowly above the town as I ponder whether or not me being here is a good idea. Maybe I shouldâve just given Minji a lame excuse and stayed home. Like a dazzling star in the sky, it feels like all I can do is watch her from afar while Iâm trapped by the gravity of my own miserable little planet, destined to fade into mediocrity as she illuminates the night sky with her light. A part of me wishes I never offered to walk her home in the rain just so I would never have to feel this pain. But I did and now Iâm paying the price for it.
Isnât it so tragic? To fall for someone thatâs so close yet so far?
âThere you are.â
The clacking of high heels against the concrete gets louder with each step as Minji walks up next to me. âI was worried you got lost or something. Are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â I answer, not quite meeting her gaze. Minji slumps against the railing next to me, watching the moon.
âIâm sorry for dragging you into this. I invited you here for a selfish reason, and after that backfired, I thought I could salvage it, but all I did was make you uncomfortable.â
âHey, itâs fi-â
âAnd Iâm sorry for ignoring you all day,â she says, her gaze falling to the ground. âI shouldâve just talked to you instead of running away like an idiot.â
I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that she finally acknowledged it. ïżœïżœItâs fine. Iâm sorry too, for, um⊠yâknow.â Heat rises to my cheeks as Iâm reminded of why weâre in this awkward spot in the first place. If I just kept my urges in check, neither of us wouldâve felt like this.
âU-um, itâs okay, thatâs partially my fault too anyways,â she says, chuckling nervously. Minji looks up at the moon and inhales deeply. âItâs really pretty tonight.â Something in my head shifts as she utters those words, and Iâm suddenly hit with a wave of deja vu as Minji shifts from âThe daughter of the founder of a highly esteemed multimillion dollar companyâ to âThe girl whoâs afraid of spiders and likes teddy bears and dreams of becoming a singer one day against her parentsâ wishesâ. The girl that I fell in love with.
I nod in agreement, but all my focus is on Minji, more beautiful than any celestial body could hope to be. The wind makes her long, black hair float and ebb like a stream of the finest silk, while the Milky Way traps itself in her irises, containing the beauty of an entire galaxy in just her eyes alone. She shivers as another gust of wind floats past, and I contemplate whether or not I should give her my sweater. Iâm wearing a tank top underneath, so itâs not like I would be flashing her all of a suddenâŠ
Without anymore hesitation, I take the sweater off my back and hand it to her. âU-uh, here. Y-you seem cold,â I stutter awkwardly.
âO-oh!â Her cheeks turn a bright pink as she eyes my upper body, her gaze flying back and forth. âThanks, thatâs very, um, sweet of you,â she says, wrapping the sweater over her shoulders.
âY-yeah, no problemâŠâ
We stand there in complete silence, simply watching the moon as the crickets and the wind play their abstract melodies. The breeze may be cold, but itâs nothing compared to the warmth I feel in my heart for Minji. I want to tell her how I feel. I wanna scream it from the top of this hill for everyone to hear. But I canât. What good would it do, knowing that it wonât work out? I know life has been nothing but cruel to me, but having the person who fills me with nothing but joy be this close to me yet still so far away is this cruelest act itâs committed. Iâm cursed to live a life of mediocrity while Minji undoubtedly skyrockets to a space among the stars, a place that I can never hope to reach.
Minji glances at me, scanning the bruises on my arm. Without a single utterance, she gently traces her finger over them, leaving a line of electricity in its wake. âHow are you feeling?â She asks softly.
âIâm fine. Like I said, Iâve been through worse,â I say.
She sighs, moving closer to inspect the injuries. âIâm sorry to hear that.â
I turn to her, her face much closer than before. âYâknow, I think youâre the first person to ever say that to me.â
âWhat do you mean?â
I shrug. âPeople donât really talk to me in general. Theyâll look at the cuts and the bruises and think that I probably deserve them. And maybe theyâre right.â
âHey,â she lightly chides. âDonât say that, theyâre not right at all.â
âIâm always sticking my neck into situations that I donât belong in, itâs only natural for me to get hit every once in a while.â
âStill, that doesnât mean you deserve to get hurt.â The worry in her tone begins to grow with each word.
âIâve hurt countless people in the past, Minji. Thereâs literal blood on my hands. To say I donât deserve some kind of divine punishment would be wrong.â
âO-okay, but-â
âAnd maybe this is it. This is my punishment.â I look in her eyes, tears slowly welling up within them. âMy motherâs dead. My father became an alcoholic. Iâm left to survive alone while people look at me like a monster. I constantly get into fights because Iâm hard-wired to have this fucked up sense of justice that I have to act on for some reason. A-andâŠâ And you. The greatest punishment of all is meeting you. Because I know that Iâm not good enough for you and I never will be. No matter how much I like you, youâre always going to be light years away.Â
â...My life has been nothing but a punishment, one after another. I deserve to-â
âSTOP!â Minji shouts, pushing me back a bit. âJust⊠stop, Yuno. You donât deserve any of that. When I look at you, all I see is someone thatâs been treated unfairly their whole life. You deserve to be happy. I-I mean, look at where you are now! You have friends that care about you, your dad is doing so much better now, and IâŠâ She looks at me with steely determination. Her chest rises and falls with breath, as if sheâs made up her mind about something.
And then she kisses me.
Her arms clumsily wrap around my head, pulling me into her lips. Itâs rough and messy, yet so sweet and soft. The heat in my chest expands, hitting every cell in my body. I melt into her, placing my hands gently above her waist. All of my feelings for her are contained in my lips, transferring over in a silent exchange. Her lips are everything Iâve ever dreamed of and more.
Minji pulls away slightly to catch her breath, warm puffs of her dancing against my cheeks. We look into each otherâs eyes, not a word spoken but so many things said before going back in for another, this kiss more gentle than the first. She softly cups my cheek, caressing me with her fingers. I pull her in, wanting to be as close to her as physically possible. I want nothing more than to be here in this perfect moment with her forever.
A glass shatters against the concrete, ripping us out of our blissful space. We scramble to get off of each other as Sunghoon stands there, his jaw dropped in shock.
âW-what⊠What the hell are you two doing?!â
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Part 3: Miss Me, Miss Me Not
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9
And it hits me when the lights go on (shit, maybe I miss you)
(In which a lazy writer somehow still manages to make her deadlines, much to her own shock)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Pining and a teensy bit of Fluff
Words: 5.8K
TW: Swearing (once again I think that's it?)
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 I'm not gonna lie til about an hour ago, I very much did not think I was gonna give y'all a Monday update but here we are! A couple of housekeeping things, I went back and added months to the years so hopefully that's more helpful. I lowkey dislike this part but I felt like the fic needed it and I'm excited to write the next part. Ngl, the editing on this is pretty nonexistent because trying to read this back lowkey killed me so please feel free to point out mistakes so I can fix them. As always, let me know what you liked, and disliked and anything you wanna see going forward. I really appreciate all of y'alls feedback and the long reviews make my day! Have a good rest of your week lovies <3
September 2017
Azzi: just got home :)Â
Itâs a simple text and it should be easy for Paige to conjure up an equally simple reply. Instead she finds herself typing and deleting, over and over, because nothing sounds quite right. Thereâs this hollow feeling thrumming in her chest, that has only gotten stronger every passing minute since sheâd said goodbye to Azzi at the airport. If she tries hard enough, she can still feel the remnants of their last hug lingering against every inch of her skin. She wants to memorize that feeling and create a blanket out of its threads to numb the ice cold shiver thatâs been repeatedly running through her veins from the second Azzi had gotten on that plane. But even that might not be enough. Not when sheâs learnt just how warm Azziâs presence can be and how everything else pales in comparison.Â
Paige lies to herself that itâs an accidental slip of her fingers, that sheâd meant to press send not call, that she had every intention of hanging up the facetime on the first ring itself.Â
But then Azzi picks up on the second one.
And really it would be rude to hang up.Â
âHey whatâs up?â Azziâs face fills the screen, tired eyes staring intently at Paige through the screen.Â
âOh um-â Paige fumbles for words, awkwardly shuffling her feet that are dangling off the side of her bed, âI just wanted to ask how your flight was?â
Azzi raises an eyebrow, âyou couldnât have texted me that?â
âToo tired to text,â Paige lies and the words i just wanted to hear your voice stay stuck, burning hot, in her throat, âgotta save these money-making fingers for more important things.â
âYeah Iâm hanging up-â
âNO-â it comes out far more forceful than it should and if possible, Azziâs eyebrow shoots up even farther, as Paige clears her throat, âI mean- uh- you didnât tell me how your flight was.â
Paige is too busy cringing at herself to notice the light blush that tinges Azziâs cheeks. Sheâs too busy wondering why this girl brings out this nervous bumbling side of hers to notice the fond smile that almost cracks through Azziâs lips.Â
âThe flight was okay. I actually got to sleep this time,â Azzi says pointedly and Paige laughs.Â
âSo what youâre saying is it was boring as hell.â
âIâm saying it was really peaceful not having someone yapping in my ear while I was trying to sleep.â
âSo you didnât miss me?â Paige presses, trying to keep her voice teasing despite how desperately she wants the admission.Â
Azzi hesitates, as if sheâs debating with herself, before, âI didnât say that.â
Itâs a little ridiculous how large Paigeâs grin is but itâs okay, because Azziâs smiling back, soft and shy. Theyâd look foolish to anyone else, the way theyâre so intently gazing at each other through a screen as if thereâs no barrier between them at all.Â
âItâs gonna be weird going to the gym without you tomorrow morning,â Paige confesses after a second, moving to lay down on her stomach.Â
âI bet. Youâre gonna get absolutely nothing done without me,â Azzi teases dramatically before her eyes soften, âitâs weird that Iâm not gonna see you at all tomorrow.â
Thereâs something gut-wrenching about that admission and yet, thereâs something in it that heals a part of Paigeâs heart that she hadnât even known needed to be fixed. It means something to her that Azzi must feel it too. Because if sheâs honest with herself, Paige had been just a little afraid that maybe the connection was just in her head, that maybe Azzi was simply tolerating her presence out of kindness.Â
âYou should just move to Minnesota,â Paige replies finally, âmuch nicer than Virgina or whatever.â
âHave you ever even been to Virginia?â Azzi asks, eyebrows raised as she flips herself to lie on her back, holding her phone above her in a way that lets Paige see entirely too much and yet not nearly enough.Â
âNo but it sounds boring as fuck.â
âNot with me,â Azzi says, biting her bottom lip sheepishly as soon as the words are out.Â
Paige smirks, suddenly filled with a brand new confidence, âyeah? Youâd make Virgina interesting for me Fudd? What would we do?â
Azzi licks her lips and Paige feels her mouth go dry.Â
âWeâd be together,â the younger girl says finally, averting her gaze as the depth of her words begin to make Paige feel like sheâs being flooded by an ocean of emotions sheâs not quite ready to feel yet, âanything can be interesting if weâre together.â
It would be so easy to come up with a sarcastic quip or tease Azzi for being a sap and yet thereâs a certain sincerity in this moment that feels too fragile for Paige to feign nonchalance.Â
âIs Virginia nice in the winter?â she asks finally, hands fidgeting with the hair ties secured around her wrist, âMinnyâs a little too cold sometimes.â
Azziâs eyes shine and Paige wants to try and read them, find the little clues hidden in her irises and solve the mystery lingering behind the crimson flush of her cheeks. But the truth is that Paige is a little scared of what sheâd find, a little scared that discovering Azzi might mean discovering herself too.Â
âYou should come find out some time,â the brunette says, casual tone filled with intricacies of something far deeper. Itâs the closest theyâve gotten to saying anything of actual substance and they tip-toe around saying what they both want, daring the other to ask first.Â
âI dunno,â Paige says, determined to win the game, âIâm not in the habit of showing up to places without a proper invite.â
Azzi scoffs, âa proper invite? Are you expecting someone to send you a carrier pigeon with a gold letter addressed to her royal highness or something?â
âThat would be nice,â Paige surmises and Azzi rolls her eyes.
âDoes your back ever hurt from carrying that ego?â
âOnly hurts from carrying my team.â
âOh my god youâre so full of it.â
âFull of talent? Yessirrrr.â
Azzi huffs, âPaige.â
âAzzi,â Paige hums.Â
âDo you wanna come visit me in Virginia during winter break?â Azzi says finally, a small smile playing on her lips like sheâs okay with losing this game as long as itâs to Paige.Â
âIf I must,â Paige says dramatically, shrugging her shoulders and everything as Azzi lets out an offended squeak. But inside, her heart flutters at the offer, at the idea of seeing Azzi again, even if it feels like a lifetime away. Because as long as itâs Azzi on the other side, Paige and her impatient self can wait however long it takes.Â
âActually you know what nevermind, you donât gotta come,â Azzi concedes bitterly, scrunching her face (and Paige would never tell her this but she thinks Azzi looks just a little too cute when sheâs mad and so maybe she riles her up on purpose)
âNo takesies backsies Az,â Paige sing-songs before her lips uptick from a smirk into something more sincere, âhey Az,â she whispers, giggling to herself when Azzi pretends to ignore her, âIâd really like to come see you in Virginia during winter break.â
And as a brilliant grin dazzles across Azziâs face, Paige realizes that her favorite thing about Azziâs smile isnât when her dimples show or when her eyes twinkle, itâs when itâs there because of Paige, when itâs there just for Paige.Â
âGood,â Azzi whispers as they fall into a comfortable silence.Â
Thereâs this serene sense of calm that laces itself around Paigeâs nerves. Her normally fidgeting body is content to be perfectly still, an anomaly to her usual demeanor. The truth is that Paige isnât the kind of person whoâs okay with just existing; she likes to spend every second in motion, living out the high. Thereâs a part of her thatâs scared of missing moments, scared that the people around her will leave her behind if she doesnât chase them. But itâs different with Azzi. The younger girl makes Paige feel like itâs okay if she takes a moment to just breathe. Because Azzi will wait. Because Azzi wonât leave Paige behind.Â
âWait,â itâs a little while before Azzi pipes up, shaking Paige out of her thoughts, âwhat time is it?â
Paigeâs eyes flicker to the time on her phone, confused by the line of questioning, âitâs almost 9 why?â
âDonât you have a team party or something to go to tonight?â Azzi asks, face scrunching, âI swear you told me you had something tonight.â
âOh-yeah- Amayaâs back to school thing,â Paige sheepishly scratches her neck, suddenly feeling itchy in her flannel shirt. Sheâd forgotten she was wearing that instead of her daily clothes. Hell, sheâd forgotten she was supposed to be going somewhere in the first place, too occupied with other thoughts.Â
âBro get up,â Azzi orders, âyouâre already late.â
âNah itâs fine. I donât think Iâm gonna go,â Paige says and she thinks she should probably feel a little more guilty about it.Â
âWhat do you mean youâre not gonna go?â Azzi asks in disbelief, âdude youâre the star of the team. You have to go.â
âAmaya will understand besides-â Paige drags in a deep breath, feeling vulnerable as the next words fall out in a quiet whisper, âI donât wanna hang up yet.â
âPaige câmon we can talk tomorrow,â Azzi tries to protest but itâs half-hearted at best.
âI wanna talk right now,â Paige argues, âyou donât wanna talk to me?â
For a second Paige thinks Azzi might just say no, might just chip away a little bit of heart with a well-intentioned rejection, but she doesnât, âalways wanna talk to you P.â
âThen donât hang up. Talk to me.â
And Azzi does. All night.Â
Two weeks laters thereâs a letter, in an envelope with a picture of a carrier pigeon, that arrives in the Bueckersâ mail box.Â
To her royal highness,Â
Unfortunately I couldnât find an actual carrier pigeon (I swear I tried) so this envelope and the mailman will have to do.Â
~ You are formally invited this winter break to the Fudd family residence in Virginia. ~
(And you better show up Bueckers)
Yours,Â
Azzi
February 2033
âI canât believe youâre leaving me,â Ice whines petulantly as she makes herself comfortable on the couch across from where Paige is getting her makeup done, âthis is parental neglect.â
Paige laughs, eyes closed, her makeup artist does her mascara, âyouâll survive.â
âYou donât know thatâ Ice argues, plucking a grape from the fruit basket before segueing into a rant about how boring Arlington, Texas is.Â
Paige is grateful for the distraction her younger friend is providing. Her nerves had been on edge since the moment sheâd woken up this morning, anxious to get the impending farewell press conference over with. Sheâd already started accepting that the Wings werenât the right place for her but that feeling had only been heightened by her trip to the Valkyries. And ever since sheâs come back, Paige feels a little bit like sheâs sleepwalking through her final moments in Dallas. If sheâs honest, sheâs probably rushing things a little bit. Thereâs still plenty of time before she really has to move to Oakland but it had been her choice to move there as soon as possible. Paige had always been good at conjuring excuses and she had plenty as to why she needed to be in California so soon. But at the end of the day it isnât about training or team bonding or any of the other hundred justifications sheâs given anyone whoâs asked. Itâs about a little girl whoâs eyes had been brimming with tears when saying goodbye, a little girl who had made Paige pinky swear that sheâd be back as soon as possible.Â
Really, Paige thinks she should be applauded for her restraint, because truth be told, the second Stephieâs lower lip had trembled, Paige had been prepared to ask Ice to just ship her stuff to Oakland so that sheâd never have to let go of the little girlâs hand.Â
And hereâs the thing, Paige is willing to admit she wants to go back to the Bay Area for Stephie. Itâs that pesky little part of her thatâs desperate to go back for Stephieâs mother, to go back for one more hesitant yet lingering touch, that she wonât ever share with anyone else.Â
âI never thought Iâd live to see you and Azzi willingly playing together again,â Ice says as soon as Paigeâs makeup artist leaves the room, âKK and I didnât even try betting on it, we were that sure it wouldnât happen. Shit I should have. I totally would have won.â
âDonât yâall get tired of betting on my life?â Paige asks, rolling her eyes, trying to ignore the first part of what Ice said.Â
âBetting on your life has made me hundreds of dollars bro,â Ice says, before a more earnest look crosses her face, âbut genuinely P, are you sure about this? Thereâs a lot of history there.â
Paige sighs, âitâs not about our history. Itâs a basketball decision. And weâre both mature adults who know that. Iâm just tryna win. Nothing else.â
âItâs never nothing when it comes to you two.â
âIt is this time,â Paige argues adamantly and Ice raises her hands in surrender.Â
âI just donât want another set of teammates to have to deal with yâalls bullshit,â the younger girl teases, but itâs laced with a hint of seriousness that sends a flare of guilt shooting through Paigeâs body.Â
âIce-â she begins.
But Ice is quick to change to a lighter subject, âcanât believe Janaâs the one that gets mom and dad back together. I always knew she was the favorite.â
âWe didnât have favorites,â Paige plays along, thankful for Ice and her ability to always keep the tension to a bare minimum.Â
âOh donât lie. We all know you did,â Ice scoffs and then lets out a chuckle, âand now Azziâs actually a mom. Thatâs kinda insane. And you met the kid right?â
âYeah. Yeah I did,â Paige says and she canât help the way her entire face breaks into a gleaming smile as her thoughts turn into memories of Stephie. She doesnât even realize sheâs gotten lost in a different world until Ice coughs, an amused grin playing on her lips.Â
âYouâre so royally fucked Paige,â Ice shakes her head, âthe only person Iâve seen you smile that big for before is Azzi.â
âSheâs a cute, smart, adorable kid, thatâs why Iâm smiling,â Paige tries to defend herself.Â
âSheâs Azziâs cute, smart, adorable kid,â Ice counters.Â
âThat has nothing to do with it,â Paige protests again but it rings hollow to her own ears.
âOh my god I needa call KK and get this bet started. Itâs only a matter of time for real,â Ice says, more to herself than to Paige, as she whips out her phone, probably texting KK.Â
âA matter of time till what?â
âYouâll find out Paigey,â Ice says gravely with a mocking smile, patting Paigeâs head, âall in due time.â
***
The Dallas Wings media room is buzzing, reporters desperate to ask Paige questions and the blonde tries to maintain a smile despite the fact that her heart is lurching in her throat right now. Her opening speech had been short and sweet, parroting basically the same thing that had gone out on her social media the night before; sheâd been desperate to just get it out. Generally, Paige is pretty good with the media, having been immersed in the spotlight since basically forever. The attention and how to maneuver it has always come naturally to her so sheâs not sure why she feels so unnerved by it all today. From the back of the media room, Ice sends her a thumbs up and a reassuring grin and Paige lets out a breath, glad to have at least that comforting presence with her.Â
âAidrian Ginsburger with Bleacher Report, Paige, youâve obviously spent all of your career so far with the Wings, can you tell us a little bit about the impact this organization has had on you?â
Paige smiles at the question, letting her brain skim through pages and pages of fond memories she has of time spent with this team. It might be time to move on but that doesnât mean she doesnât have plenty of cherished moments.Â
âYeah um- this place has really shaped who I am as a person. Since day one, the front office, obviously itâs a different one to the one I came in with, they did a lot to make sure that I was comfortable. My teammates through the years have been incredible and I wouldnât be the player I am today without them. And of course the fans you know, they always showed out for the team, for me. Always supported me in anyways and I hope that I was able to give back the love to them that they always gave to me,â she says, suddenly nostalgic for the team that had started it all.Â
The next questions are similar in nature and Paigeâs answer varies only in words but not substance. She feels herself start to settle into it, now fielding the expected questions about the Wings and Valkyries with an air of confidence. There are a couple questions about Azzi that make her heart thump, but that was to be expected. Itâs a pretty brilliant story in the making, two MVPs who used to play on the same college team coming together. Talia had warned Paige in advance that there was no avoiding it. But for the most part the questions have an easy answer about how Azziâs a brilliant player and sheâs excited to play with her old friend again. That is until a familiar hand shoots up and all the tension that had previously dissipated, comes roaring back with a vengeance.Â
âOlivia Reynolds with the Dallas Morning News, Paige, as others have said today, you and Azzi Fudd played together at UConn and you were best friends.â Oliviaâs eyes glint viciously, âI mean itâs pretty well documented how hard you tried to recruit her to UConn. But despite being best friends, the two of you have been never seen hanging out, outside of games and formal events, unlike your other teammates that is-â
âIs there a point to this?â Paige asks, hands fisting in her lap as she tries to keep herself calm.Â
Olivia smiles, sugary sweet, âI was just wondering if maybe there was some tension and how that would affect your on-court chemistry at the Valkyries?â
âThereâs no tension,â Paige lies through gritted teeth, âwe didnât hang out because we live far apart. There isnât much else to it. And even if there was, Azzi and I are professionals. We wouldnât let anything off the court affect our goal to win.â
âYou lived far apart before UConn too, but that didnât seem to stop you guys. What changed?â Olivia presses.
âTime did. Our lives did. Thereâs nothing sensational here. Itâs just a case of two people drifting apart,â Paige says and the fabrication feels heavy on her tongue. If only it really had been that simple.Â
âBut clearly not that much,â Olivia says, and Paige glances at the moderator, desperate for an intervention, âthere were plenty of fan pictures of the two of you out getting ice cream with Azziâs daughter. It seems like youâre already fitting into that Bay Area life-â
âIâm not hearing a question at the end of your sentence,â Paige hisses and she can practically already hear the scolding sheâs going to get from Talia once her agent gets wind of how this press conference had gone. The entire media cohort is watching the exchange with wide eyes, no doubt questioning whether they were embarrassed or impressed by their colleague. Ice is mouthing something to Paige, probably something along the lines of please keep your shit together, but Paige is steaming. Really, she should have expected this.Â
âWell if youâd let me finish,â Olivia snarls, the façade of innocence dropping, âeven if the two of you have drifted, as you put it, clearly thereâs still a relationship there. How big of a role did Azzi Fudd play in your choice to move to the Valkyries?â
Paige sucks in a deep breath, nails digging into her palm at the question, âAzzi is the best shooting guard in the country. That was her role in my decision to move to the Valkyries. I donât know what else youâre trying to imply, but I want to play with her because we play well together. Thatâs it,â she stands up and thereâs pin drop silence, âthank you all for coming but weâre done with this press conference.Â
***
Paige is seething as she exits the media room, Ice hot on her heels trying to calm her down. The sane part of her knows she should head back to the makeup room or even to her car, instead she finds her feet carrying her in the direction of where she knows Olivia Reynolds will be, reviewing her press conference notes by the coffee machine like she always is.Â
âWhat the actual fuck was that?â Paige spits as she comes to a halt in front of the reporter.Â
âI know you think playing basketball is the only job in the world Paige, but that was a reporter doing her job,â Olivia says, her calm and composed voice only furthering Paigeâs irritation.Â
âBull-fucking-shit.â Paige sneers, âthat wasnât a reporter out there, that was my ex-wife grilling me like we were back in fucking divorce court.â
Olivia cocks her head, âoh so you do remember who I am to you then?â
âOliv-â
âBecause if you did remember, Iâd like to think youâd have the courtesy to at least personally tell me that you were moving to your,â she drops her voice, âex-girlfriendâs team instead of letting me find out with the rest of the world. You donât think you owed me that?â
âThatâs what this is about?â Paige sighs, âOlivia weâve been divorced for almost three years now, I donât owe you-â
âYou didnât owe Azzi anything either,â Olivia whisper-yells, the calm in her voice replaced by the same anger that had tainted the last year of their marriage, âbut when we first started dating, you kept us a secret for months. You wouldnât even tell your fucking teammates cause you were so scared sheâd find out,â her eyes drift towards Ice who looks like she wishes sheâd made a different decision rather than following Paige out here, âyou said she deserved to hear it from you but apparently I donât-â
âI didnât mean it like that Olivia. Look, I meant what I said up there. Thereâs nothing between- â
âSpare me,â Olivia says, as she stuffs her notepad into her bag, âyou can lie to all those other reporters out there about how all of this is a basketball decision. You can even lie to yourself if you want. But you canât lie to me, not when I spent four years fighting to keep our relationship from getting crushed under whatever it is that Azzi is to you.â
***
It doesnât matter how far Paige burrows her head into her pillows, she canât seem to stop herself from hearing Oliviaâs words reverberating through her ears. The two of them had done well at co-existing in their social circles after the divorce had been finalized. While no one could quite call them friends, theyâd done a good job at being friendly, being able to converse and share an occasional drink when in their combined friend group. And if Paige is honest, she knows sheâs fucked up, knows she probably did owe Olivia a call. But calling Olivia would have meant calling someone who would inevitably make Paige face the truth, just like she had today. The truth that, even with the deal Talia had concocted with the Liberty hanging in the background like a dark presence, the move to the Valkyries was about a lot more than just basketball for Paige.Â
Sheâs so entrenched in her thought that she doesnât bother checking who it is when the facetime rings, irritation seeping into her voice as she answers it, face still buried in her pillows, âWHAT?â
âMiss Buecks?â a tiny voice comes through the phone and for a second, Paige thinks she must be dreaming, until she finally lifts her head to look at her phone, and Stephieâs small face lights up the whole screen. And itâs like she can feel little hands on her shoulders, slowly unknotting her tightened muscles.Â
âStephie,â she breathes out, a sudden sense of serene calm washing over her previously tense body.Â
âHi Miss Buecks,â Stephie says happily before she squints at the screen, âyou sleep weird.â
Paige laughs, âand whyâs that?â
âYouâre not wearing pajamas and itâs only seven. âDults donât sleep at seven,â Stephie says matter-of-factly.Â
âItâs actually nine here,â Paige says, a little surprised by the time; she hadnât realized she'd been moping in her bed for that long. Ice had forced her to get lunch together, not wanting to leave Paige alone after the encounter with Olivia. Once sheâd finally gotten back to her apartment, Paige had flopped on her bed, taking out her frustrations on her poor pillow.Â
âThatâs not poss-ble,â Stephie scrunches her face, âMamaâs phone says itâs seven.â
âItâs seven in California, itâs nine in Texas,â Paige tries to explain though by the way Stephieâs looking at her, she thinks sheâs probably just confusing the girl more, âhowâd you figure out how to call me babe?â
Stephie gives her an exasperated look, âMiss Buecks Iâm five. I know how to use facetime.â
âAnd does your Mama know you're facetiming me?â Paige asks, eyebrows raised.
âSheâs in the shower,â Stephie whispers, grinning sheepishly.Â
As if on cue, Azzi appears on the corner of the screen and Paige feels her mouth run dry. The darker skinned woman is clad in a light pink fluffy bathrobe that ends right above her knees, giving Paige the perfect view of her long, toned legs that seem to shimmer despite the shitty quality of the facetime. Rivulets of water cling to her neck, delicately cascading down the valley of her breasts before disappearing from sight. And Paige must be dehydrated because never has she wanted to taste a drop of liquid more than she does right now.Â
âStephie,â Azzi groans, as she walks towards the phone and Paige gulps, heart beating faster with every step the other woman takes, everything about her becoming clearer and clearer, âwhat did I say about using my phone.â
âOnly in em-a-gencies,â Stephie recites, âbut Mama I had an em-a-gency.â
Azzi tilts her head, eyebrows raised as she gives her daughter a knowing look, âand what was your emergency?â
âI really, really, really, this muchâ Stephie stretches out her hands as far as theyâll go, really, really, really, miss Miss Buecks.â
Paige feels her heart flutter. Stephieâs words feel like a hand carefully pulling her out from under the pile of stress sheâd been buried under the whole day. Itâs like the little girl is pushing away the rubble pressing against her lungs, turning the rocks into dust with a light touch and Paige feels like she can finally breathe.Â
âSounds like a pretty big emergency to me,â she says, relishing the way Stephieâs face lights up at the admission, âcause I really, really, really miss you too Steph.â
âSee Mama,â Stephie says, placing the phone against a wall so can place her hands on her hips and look up at Azzi with a pleased smirk.Â
Azzi rolls her eyes before glaring at Paige, âyouâre a bad influence on her.â
âIâm the best influence on her,â Paige argues, sending Stephie a conspiratorial wink, âjust you wait Az, Iâmma teach her all the good things.â
Something unreadable flashes across Azziâs face before sheâs back to looking at Paige with an unimpressed arched eyebrow, âI am not letting you corrupt my daughter Paige Bueckers.â
âWeâll see,â Paige says slowly and Azzi shakes her head before turning to Stephie.Â
âAlright Stephie bean time to go brush your teeth. Itâs almost bedtime babes,â she says with a stern lookÂ
âBut Mama-â
âNo arguing, you have school tomorrow missy,â Azzi reminds the little girl and Paige canât help but marvel at the mother that Azziâs become. And it makes her heart ache for the fantasies sheâd dreamed of when she was in her early twenties. Sheâd always known Azzi would be a great mother; Paige had just naively thought sheâd be there alongside her too.Â
âCan Miss Buecks stay on the phone till I fall asleep?â Stephie asks, peering up at Azzi with big doe eyes, âplease Mama pleeeease.â
âIâm sure Miss Buecks has other things-â
âI donât,â Paige cuts in far too enthusiastically, clearing her throat to get back some semblance of restraint as both mother and daughter turn to look at each other, âI donât have anything to do tonight so I can stay till you fall asleep Stephie.â
âYAYY,â Stephie cheers enthusiastically while Azzi studies her with a weary look, âIâm gonna go brush my teeth and then you can read me, my story Mama.â
With that, the little girl runs in the direction of what Paige can only assume is the bathroom, skipping with childlike joy as she sing-songs about something Paige canât quite make out.Â
âYou know you donât have to say yes to everything she asks right?â Azzi says slowly as she grabs her phone and sits on the couch.Â
Paige shrugs, âI have time to stay.â
âDo you?â Azzi asks skeptically, âbecause from what I heard the Wings are having a little farewell party tonight, for you.â
Paige narrows her eyes, âand how exactly did you hear that?â
âI have connections.â
âYou talked to Ice.â
âI talked to Ice,â Azzi concedes, âand Iâm pretty sure youâre already an hour or so late for it.â
âExactly. Iâm already an hour late so why bother,â Paige says, sitting up so she can rest head against her headboard, âwhy were you talking to Ice?â
âI canât talk to my friend?â Azzi asks slowly.Â
âOf course you can but why specifically today?â Paige pressesÂ
Azzi bites her lip, âI um- I watched your press conference today. You uh-â she averts her gaze, âyou seemed really stressed at the end and I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
A soft grin upturns Paigeâs lips before she can stop it, âwere you worried for me Fudd?â
âThatâs not-â Azzi groans, âshut up.â
Paige smirks, âyou were worried for me.â
âI was concerned for my future teammate," Azzi huffs, âbesides,â her face hardens, âshe was way out of line.â
Paige sighs at the implied mention of Olivia, âmaybe but maybe I deserved it.â
âNo you didnât,â Azzi protests and that oh so familiar protective tone in her voice carves itself into every crevice of Paigeâs heart, âno one deserves to be put on the spot like that. She was being unethical trying to dig into your personal life like that.â
âThis is nice,â Paige says softly, unable to help herself.Â
âWhat is?âÂ
âSeeing you get all defensive over me. It's nice to see you still care. I didnât know if you still did.â
Azziâs quiet for a second, gnawing at her bottom lip as she looks at Paige, âIâve always cared Paige. And-â she hesitates as the tightrope beneath them wavers, âIâm always gonna care.â
Thereâs years worth of unsaid words lingering in the silence between them as they breach some unspoken rule theyâd both inadvertently agreed to. And they both know that they shouldnât be saying things like this to each other, that theyâre teetering on the edge of falling into an abyss that has nothing but destruction at the bottom. But Azziâs words feel like sunshine, like heat waves across her skin and Paige is so tired of feeling cold.Â
Before either of them can say another word, Stephie comes back into the room, crawling into Azziâs lap.
âIâm back,â she beams, completely unaware of the way the two adults are scrambling to act normal around her.Â
âHere baby,â Azzi hands the phone to Stephie, âtake Miss Buecks to your room. Mamaâs gonna go change and then sheâll come read to you okay?â
ââKay Mama,â Stephie complies, pressing a soft kiss to Azziâs cheek before running towards her room. For a second Paigeâs screen is blurred in motion until Stephie fixes her again and Paige catches a glimpse of Stephieâs room, specifically the walls that are painted the perfect shade of Valkyrie purple.Â
âI love your walls Stephie,â she compliments.
âTheyâre pu-ple,â Stephie exclaims, âthatâs my favorite color.â
âFirst the ice-cream, now the color, youâre stealing all of my favorites kid,â Paige teases but sheâs secretly pleased by this revelation. Itâs dangerous how fast Stephieâs starting to whittle down Paigeâs walls and build herself a permanent shelf in Paigeâs cabinet of my people.Â
âCan I tell you a secret Miss Buecks,â Stephie whispers, bringing her lips closer to the phone.Â
Paige smiles, âof course you can.â
âI think Mama misses you too,â Stephie says softly and Paige feels her heart catch in her throat, âI heard her tell Nanna on the phone.â
âCan I tell you a secret Stephie?â Paige lowers her voice, leaning into her phone.Â
ââCourse you can Miss Buecks.â
Paige swallows as the admission falls from her lips, âI really miss your Mama too.â
I miss her always and I think Iâll miss her forever.Â
âWhat are you the two of you whispering about,â Azziâs voice cuts in as she tucks herself next to Stephie, a childrenâs book in her hand.Â
âNothing Mama,â Stephie says immediately, winking at Paige through the phone.Â
âYeah,â Paige echoes, ignoring her erratic heartbeat, ânothing Azzi.â
Azzi looks between the both of them, clearly aware sheâs being left out of something, but doesnât push further. Instead she flips open the book, pulls Stephie closer into her arms and starts reading. If anyone were to ask Paige later, she wouldnât have the faintest idea about a single word in that damn book. Because as Azziâs soothing voice begins to lull Stephie to sleep, and the younger girl, despite her yawns, holds the phone up so the blonde can be included in every second of it, Paige feels herself being pulled into a dream she has no right to dream. She dreams of being in Stephieâs purple bedroom. She dreams of her and Azzi lying against Stephieâs lilac bedspread, their hands entwined in the middle over Stephieâs little body. She dreams of a forever that sheâd long forsaken.
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âSerendipity is an unexpected and very lucky finding, that is, a coincidence that fills us with happiness. Serendipity in love implies the feeling that the universe conspires in our favor, bringing that special person into our lives at the right time and oh boy, did the universe send her everything she ever needed in the form of a 5'10" man with a built-in accent, a love for Tim Tams, adrenaline-fueled spirit and a smile that could light up a whole town.â
⊠PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
⊠PIT BOARD: social media au | ⊠FACE CLAIM: becky g
⊠TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language.
⊠MAY'S RADIO: HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY BESTIES! đ€đ I've been working on this for a month, honestly I thought I was gonna finish it fast but tbh that was really naĂŻve of me đ„Ž the amount of times I ended up changing almost every little thing is insane lol but today I sat down and commited to finish and post this! this is my first ever smau or any kind of 'x reader' really, so please be kind đ€ and of course it was going to be about the love of my life! â oh btw, my idea is to get to present time and make it angsty so let me know what you guys think! I really hope you enjoy!
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yourinstagram 2019 was full of happiness, pain, healing and growth. I loved a lot, I cried a lot and I laughed a lot. I'm grateful for a lot of things in life, but I'm specially grateful for you guys â€ïžđ„ I LOVE YOU! â€ïž
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sebastianyatra una locura de año đ happy new year penguin!
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justjared New couple alert?! YN LN, 21, and Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, 30, were spotted on a walk and getting cozy during a night out in New York. More photos now on JustJared.com #YNLN #Daniel Ricciardo Photos: Backgrid
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user1: well that's a couple nobody saw coming đ¶ good for them tho
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user4: how is she a teenager if she's 21??? she is a consenting adult and has been for a while...make it make sense
user5: it's a 9-year age gap not 25 đ y'all should learn to mind your own fucking business
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yourinstagram Quarantine with an aussie boyfriend: turns out, 'G'day mate' is the only greeting you'll ever need. Who needs handshakes anyway? Also, you get to excessively use the word 'mate' without being judged. It's basically a linguistic free pass đ€·đœââïžđđŠđș
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user3: «cristina» is lowkey about her tho đ€ "you were 19, i was 23"?? and there's a 4 year age gap between them?? they deffff had something going on a few years back AT LEAST đ
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yourinstagram she face-timed me and told me to pass the phone so she could talk to him. They talked for an hour. They are besties now, she's just trying to play hard-to-get đ
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danielricciardo tell your boyfriend he's really lucky đ€đŒ
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user3 danielricciardo yourinstagram i'm glowing, flourishing and thriving đ„°đ
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yourinstagram I love my haters â€ïž you guys are my motivators âșïž btw don't you have a kangaroo to fight?
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user2 daniel is right. muy caliente đ„”
user3 i'm losing my mind over 2 words + emoji okay
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yourinstagram awesome taste in music mate đđŒ
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user imagine calling THE yourinstagram an "underground artist" lmaooo
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user daniel said lemme give you thirsty bitches a few droplets of water
user2 there's so much to unpack here omfg
iamdannaschwarz you're welcome đ also there's a no-return policy in the contract ok bye
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user3 THE LETTER ON THE LAST PHOTO ???? I'M SENDING Y'ALL MY THERAPY BILLS
user4 THE MATCHING RINGS PLEASE!!!!!!! đđđ
user5 all this soft launch shit is killing me guys help somebody let them know that we already know so they can stop playing!!!
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TWINS, PRETTY PLEASE, FEED ME MORE OF YOUR DELICIOUS TREATS, I ACCEPT WHATEVER, I LOVE YOUR WRITING
Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?
Yandere! Circus x reader
Well, this was originally made to relieve some stress but in my defense, you said âwhateverâ so hope you enjoy this little thingy, muak (˶ Ë ÂłË)Ëá” Ë˶) (btw, I want to do a little pause to thank those who send asks and cute words to us, we even got anons! but y'all will see that in detail later in their own post, just wanted to say âlove youâ again since they really do warm up our hearts and make us smile although we take our time since well #life #busy) ~ coffee
This honestly wrote itself lol. The story flowed out like an actual dream. I'd say figuring out the logic was the hardest part, so we decided on something simple. Gray morals, but no gray aesthetics! (it sounded like a better line in my head) ~ Tea
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tw: manipulation?, gray morals, small swearing, death (not the reader), written in you/yours, reader has a background of being hospitalized, oblivious? but somewhat willing reader, attention starved reader? Well, kinda but we all are.Â
....the fuck?
Why is there so much color? This⊠is really different from the hospital monotone atmosphere⊠How did you get here? Are you having a lucid dream? It's been a while since the last time you dreamed something, it's good to see colors after some time, even if they are saturated.
âOh, hello little star, are you lost? Did you escape from somewhere?â
Where did this guy come from? Why does he kinda look like a candy? Although, truth be told, you gotta admit that his pinky hair with pastel violet highlights suits h- Wait a minuteâŠ
Is this a circus? Woah, dreamland was nice to you this time. Well, since it's your dream, you can go along with it and enjoy your little âfreedomâ.
âIâm part of this circus, IâmâŠ. the new hostâ
You watch as glittering sky eyes looks at you with surprise before smiling widely at you, if you look close enough, you can even catch a small shiver of⊠excitement? Probably.
âReally now? Then you are the starlight here, Dear, why donâtcha let me help ya? I can show you around if you let me, you now, to get our new host comfortable here as soon as possibleâ
You nod, accepting his hand as he starts showing you around saying âthe show is about to startâ every now and then, your mind did really make an effort with the aesthetic of this dream, even if the circus colors are somewhat saturated for what you are used to, you canât help but wow every 2 minutes by how large and amusing this place is, although you wished to stay longer on the food court, it's been so long since the last time you ate this much candy to the point your stomach feels so⊠huh? Now that you think about it, you can taste things in dreams? Lucid dreams really are something.
âIt's still empty because there's a lot of time until the show starts. I would show you the amusement park outside the tent, but there's very little time until the show starts. We should look for the right host outfit for your big debut!â
You canât really say much as you were practically dragged to a different part of the circus, he is really much stronger that he looks honestly and incredibly fast, dream logic you guess, in a blink, youâre met with the sight of a room with dimensions that are only rational in a dream, like an infinite wardrobe full of extravagant costumes.It was only then when you stood in front of a mirror that you noticed you still had the depressing hospital gown on youâŠÂ
âWhat happened, shining star? Does this style not suit your taste? I can bet you will be the one in the spotlight no matter what you choose to wear. Maybe getting a little stage fright? Do believe me, Dear. You're not the one who has to be afraid on stage"
The once frantic cotton candy-looking man seems to lower the rhythm a bit as he notices the switch on your expression, you canât help but smile at his sweet tone although his speech has rather weird use of words, well, it's not everyday you can use such eccentric clothes without looking out of place, surely you will soon be woken up by a doctor or a nurse, so at least you can enjoy this while it lasts.
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You spin once again to show off another outfit, he keeps singing praises even thought you understand barely half his words and then nothing, itâs so cute to see him giving a full speech of how the style of the clothing, the colors, the accessories, etc matches perfectly with you, that accidentally youâve already tried on like 20 different outfits, until you chose the one that got him rambling about how you shine for what feels like 30 minutes straight.
âI think Iâd choose this one, thanks⊠I'm sorry, what's your name?â
You feel kinda awkward when you notice you never asked him his name until now, but he seems like he doesn't mind at all as he smiles at you and offers you his hand to guide you again through the circus.
âAw, and here I thought you would give me a pet name and start calling me âsweetieâ, I was starting to like you calling me âcotton candyâ, you know? What a shame⊠It's not too late to start tho, but if you are too shy and need some time, my name is Pandoraâ
Pandora? Wait, you also never asked him whatâs his role in this circus or anything about him and before you notice, he is handing you a cute looking mic with a toothy grin, that's when you realized that the show is about to start. You feel an anxious voice in the back of your head telling you this is gonna go wrong, yet you silence it by telling yourself that itâs just a silly dream, how bad could it be?
âI'm sure everyone will find joy in your presence like I do. Don't think too much, just have fun, starlightâ
Before you could think more or ask for some advice, he disappears out of the blue after passing you some well decorated notes that got some of the information about the spectacles of today and even giving you a kiss of good luck on the forehead but you can't even finish reading when the first sentence when the heavy red curtains open in front of you⊠Fuck it, If you have to die, let it be at once.
âNighty night Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Welcome to the best nightmare you will ever experience! Tonight, we invite you to leave your worries at the door and submerge into this spectacle of wonder and amazement. Prepare to be dazzled, enchanted and thrilled as we take your breath away with no devolution! So, without further ado, letâs begin! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! Our beloved Brutus will have the honor to be the first show of the night!â
Thanks god the first note was the intro speech and that you managed to read it right even if itâs weirdly written, for your dream seems to run out of creativity and consistency, where the âaudienceâ should be is in complete darkness, you can only manage to see tons of colorful and somewhat happy eyes, but you held a cheerful smile in your face, this dream is surely about to end. Hope you manage to see the first show before waking up, Brutus is a dogâs name so it's probably the lion act, right?
You see two jesters waving at the public as they appear magically thanks to a moving platform with a big cage behind them which has inside an intimidating, goth pastel looking guy with ash blonde hair and a choker with spikes and a tag that reads⊠Brutus. Did your brain forget how lions look and improvised or something? At least the guy doesn't seem uncomfortable in there as he gives such a confident smirk that makes his fangs stick out, walking out the cage almost smugly. When all the focus was back on you, you knew it was time for the host to speak again, so you quickly changed to the next note.
âOur first show of the night will work for the new audience and me, the new host, to give a smooth introduction of our beloved circus, rest assured that we will continue the next shows with the same energy as before, this is just a welcome gift for⊠our beloved new hostâ
Did Pandora write this while you were changing? Why does it feel so odd? Well, your question quickly find an answer when in another platform from the other side start to ascend to reveal a man thatâs got this mortified expression on his face even crawls towards you to hold your ankles while repeating âIâm sorryâ âI didnât mean itâ âIâll be more betterâ and stuff like that, is your dream turning into a nightmare?
âHost, the order, pleaseâ
You turn to focus on the voice, it was Brutus, right beside you, when did he get so close? Well, apparently, he needs a word to perform his show? Like an obedient dog. Well, you would do better without having a weird man clinging to your leg, so at least he would take him off you.
âBrutus, playâ
Oh no, you didnât see that coming.
Before you could even retrieve your command Brutus lunged forward, his claw-like nails digging into the flesh of the man's hand. Deep crimson staining the brightly colored scene as the screams of the man marked the moment his hands left your leg. It was brutal, for lack of a better Word, how Brutus clawed at the man's flesh with each swing as he screamed and crawled on the floor, splashing and smearing more blood onto the stage, the cage, the jesters, even you. But nobody even flinched, not even you.
The scene was plagued with the laughter of the unseen audience, the oddly cheery music that accompanied the circus atmosphere now sounding like something out of a horror movie, though it didn't seem to phase you just yet. Things were blurry, up until the jesters began their speech.
"Behold the crude man's punishment. seems too much? Well, let us explain!" said one, the other simply finishing up the otherÂŽs speech like they were one in the same.
"Oh this filthy creature, his mind as filthy as his scent, ew! does he even shower? he does, but that's the scent of a perverted beast everyone!!"
What the hell is happening here?! Everything is tainted on the man's blood, and these two jesters are just⊠joking around!? It's their job, sure, but really?!
You can hear Brutus's grunts and huffs as the man's screams grow thinner and thinner, the wet sound of flesh being slashed and blood splashing, trickling down onto the floor of the stage now louder than the man himself. This is sick, twisted, horrifying. This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare you want to wake up from, your own mind screams at you to stop this, to wake up but it doesn't. What 's going on?!
"Could you imagine this pile of shit as a doctor?"Â
"We might have done his horrid face a favor with all those slashes! look at that gorgeous red!!"
As the jesters continue to joke and pick on the man, you can't help but pick up on their words⊠a doctor? A pervert? What does this mean? You search through your memory, which quickly arrives at the familiar face of one of the doctors at the hospital your body surely would be sleeping in right now, the one doctor that appeared so attentive to your care, though never seemed to completely gain your trust in some point you asked to get your doctor changed because how odd his gaze was⊠did he appear in your dreams as a pervert because of that?
âKids, adults, elderly! This is something yâall need to remember, sometimes⊠You have to judge the book by its cover! Look at this disgusting looking man, who is also disgusting on the inside like a movie with no twistâ
âIndeed, can yâall believe it? We almost end up without our dear new host because of this oink oink of a personâ
You can help but be surprised as you suddenly got mentioned on this⊠wait, did they just literally say that the doctor really wanted to do something to you? Wasn't it just a paranoia of yours? This⊠feels too personal to be just a dream.
âI-I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I DIDNâT EVEN GOT THE TIME TO TRY BEFORE I-â
He tried to explain that clumsily his innocence because with the fact he didn't do anything physical in a bloody murder scream before Brutus lets out a maniacal laugh and makes him scream even louder... so he did think about it? Would you have planned it? What would have happened if... Can you really say that is 'innocent'?
⊠Why doesn't it feel bad? It's wrong to kill for something that didn't actually take place, even if it was a fantasy, you canât really manage to feel pity for the situation happening right in front of you.
Is your dream testing how gray your morals are? Some kind of punishment of your mind?
I s t h i s e v e n a d r e a m ?
And if it isn't... does it matter? Why care? You're Not the one gross enough to end up like that.
With a quick sweep of the curtains you came from, you would've seen Pandora peeking from the sidelines, his stare dazzling, overjoyed as he saw the turmoil in your gaze as it stared at the gruesome scene before you, how it went from horror, to shock, to understanding and⊠apathy. Saying he was glad would be an understatement, he was ecstatic, it seemed you had found your place in this circus sooner than he expected. For once, his decision was correct at the first strike!
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Chapter 6
Summary: Vision attempts to make a threat to Y/n. Tommy and Billy start a new activity. And Y/n is debating on exploring a romantic relationship but is worried about the consequences.
A/N: HELLLOOO!!! I've FINALLY been able to finish writing a chapter. So sorry it took so long! Hope y'all are well. Lemme know what you think! Enjoy!
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On Sunday afternoon, Wanda is anxiously waiting for her kids to arrive. To avoid a messy situation with Vision, she sends Pietro out to pick up food from a place an hour away that her boys really love to eat from. You continue to work as she paces around the house. Adjusting decorations here and there, fussing over every little thing since Luna is sitting at the kitchen table being entertained by her tablet. A rare moment that Wanda actually wishes that her niece was being a distraction.
As it gets closer to the time they're meant to be dropped off, Wanda begins to work herself up. Ranting to herself she gets angrier and angrier by the second. Saying that he's the reason their marriage fell apart. That he's the one that left her for a child. That she shouldnât be worried about how he's going to act after what happened last Sunday since it was his unacceptable behavior that caused the incident in the first place.Â
âWanda,â you call out firmly to stop her on her tracks. She looks at you with a glare that's meant for her ex and you smile at her. Despite how terrifying that glare is. âCan you help me hammer some nails in? Put some of that energy into good use.â You hold the handle of the hammer out to her.Â
âSure, uh,â Wanda blinks a couple of times to clear her head. âWhat do you want me to do?â She takes the hammer.Â
You set up two pieces of wood that don't really need to have nails in them but figure since they're useless to you they can be useful in this moment. âJust imagine these nails are your ex-husband.â You lay some nails out on the table next to the piece of wood.Â
Wanda walks over and stands in front of you. Her anger blinds her from all that she was taught as a young girl and she raises the hammer a little too high for your liking. You grab her wrist, wrapping your body around her from behind, to stop her as she starts to bring it down. âWhat?â She snaps.
âLast I checked, you need your thumb. Go at it slowly at first. You want to get the nail sturdy before you go crazy on it so that you don't lose your fingers,â you explain yourself and demonstrate the pace she should start with by guiding her hand that is holding the hammer. âSee? He's already taken your sanity, he doesn't deserve your fingers,â you say jokingly and it makes Wanda laugh a little.Â
âAw isn't this sweet,â Vision says as he hands Tommy and Billy their duffle bags. You step away from Wanda and clear your throat because you're not sure how that might've looked to Vision. More so what it looked like to the boys.
Wanda hits the hammer hard causing the nail to split the wood and she drops the hammer on the table. âVision, you're late.â
âWell, I figured since my time got eaten into last week, you wouldn't mind if I took some of yours in exchange. Besides, I was getting the boys new gear.â Vision explains as he steps closer. âBy the looks of it, I probably should have come a little later. I do apologize for interrupting, but please. Not in front of the children.âÂ
Wanda rolls her eyes, âWhatever you're thinking was happening, it wasn't.â She smiles for her kids and gets to their level. âWhat gear did you boys need?âÂ
The twins show their mom what Vision got for them as they excitedly open the duffles to reveal all of the new martial arts gear that their dad got for them. âYou should be getting an email of their schedule soon. They start this week,â Vision explains. Then he walks over to you as Wanda gives her full attention to the boys as they unpack their bags. âMy boys wouldnât stop talking about you and your daughter all week. I hope that we can come to an understanding that nothing complicated happens between you and their mother. Iâd hate for them to lose a friend,â he says in a low tone and your eyebrows crease in confusion.Â
âVision,â you start awkwardly, not really used to saying his name. âIâm only here as a favor to Pietro. There is nothing romantic happening between Wanda and I.â
Vision tips his head to the side and pulls his phone out, âThatâs not what it looked like the other night.â On his screen is an image of you and Wanda smiling at the restaurant. Other than being creeped out that he somehow acquired this picture, you canât help but be impressed by the quality of the image.Â
âHey thatâs pretty good,â you pull out your phone, âif I give you my number do you think you could send me that? I donât normally photograph this well.â Vision is thrown off by your response and he isnât sure how to continue this conversation. He was expecting you to ask how he got the picture and then he was going to say that he has eyes everywhere in a threatening tone and you were supposed to be afraid of him. Not requesting him to send you the picture. He planned this all out the moment he got the picture. Vision is offended that you have gone so far off of the mental script he had. âOh you know what, send it to Wanda. She has my number.â Vision steps back and clenches his jaw. Thereâs no way his ex can know that he has the photo. âThat isnât a problem. Is it?âÂ
âNo, no, it's uh, thereâs no problem.â Vision puts his phone into his pocket and clears his throat. âThat seemed more than friendly,â he states, trying to gain some sort of control in the conversation. You shrug.Â
âIâm sure it does. I mean, a picture can be worth a thousand words and all that but those words depend on the person who is seeing it. When I look at it, I remember the situation that the two of us were laughing about. You see a romantic date. I'm sure whoever took the picture thought it was worth sending to you for the same reason.â Vision's face starts to turn red and you aren't certain from what but you continue. âI can tell you the truth all I want but you have your picture and an idea of what's happening there. It doesn't matter what I tell you.âÂ
âIs everything alright over here?â Wanda asks as she approaches. The boys are running up the stairs behind her so they can put away their new gear in their room.Â
Vision smiles and pats you on the back, âEverything is perfectly splendid. I was apologizing to your friend here about the scene I may have caused last weekend. I was highly emotional. Virginia and I are expecting a girl and well,â he doesn't continue after the dark expression that passes over his ex's features. Vision clears his throat and steps away from you. âI will see you next Sunday, Wanda.â He walks out the front door.Â
You watch Wanda and can tell she is struggling with something internally. You want to ask her the significance of what Vision just said but you don't want to pry. âWhen do you think Pietro will get back?â You ask in order to snap Wanda out of whatever was starting to eat her up.
âUm⊠um⊠I'm not sure,â she is fighting to come back to the present. She doesn't want to live in the past anymore. She doesn't want to fall into herself again about something that wasn't meant to be. She has her boys. They are enough, she doesnât need more than them.
âThe twins seem excited about martial arts,â you say conversationally, trying to help her leave her head. âI think I'll be back here fixing holes in the walls in no time.â
âWhyâs that?â She asks as she tries to stay grounded to the conversation.Â
âWell you never know, they might become super ninjas and start punching holes in the walls,â you make funny motions and noises to get a reaction out of her and Wanda does smile a little.âThen they might start karate chopping your tables and well,â you make the chopping motion with your hand and Wanda lets out a laugh at the image. âSure, you can call your brother to fix those things but come on. Once this addition is done, you know you'll look for any excuse to get me back in here.â
âOh is that so?â She challenges with a smirk.Â
âOh yeah,â you wink playfully. âYouâre going to miss me taking forever to get the job done.â Wanda shakes her head and takes a deep breath as she is finally free from her head.Â
âThank you,â she says as she reaches for your hand to give you a soft squeeze.Â
âAnytime,â you squeeze back. When the front door opens the both of you quickly pull away. As if you'll be caught doing something wrong again. Pietro comes in with bags of food and calls for his nephews to wash their hands and come down stairs. You follow Wanda to the kitchen and stand by her as she washes her hands in the sink as you wait for your turn. Once your hands are clean, you help her set the table despite her insisting that you didn't have to.Â
Because you don't have Rachel with you, you stay to work a little bit longer than last time because you hate how empty your apartment is when she isn't there. âAs much as I appreciate your dedication,â Wanda starts as she crosses the duct tape line to hand you a water bottle. âI think you should head home. Besides, I need to get these kids to bed and loud saws and drills don't really help with that.âÂ
You check your watch and your eyes widen at the time, âOh wow, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. Let me pack up and I'll be out of your hair.âÂ
âItâs okay, really,â Wanda says as you pack your equipment that you'll need for work tomorrow. âYou got so focused I almost didn't want to stop you,â she admits.Â
You didn't really hear her as you weren't very graceful in packaging, you keep dropping things and making way more noise than normal. âThank you for letting me stay after Pietro left. I'll see you next weekend?â You ask as you're stumbling towards the door with your gear.Â
âWould you like to see me sooner than that?â Wanda asks as she holds the door open.Â
You nearly lose your grip on your bags when she asks. A wave of nervousness comes over you and you aren't quite sure why. You know she isn't interested in dating⊠wait. No you don't. You think she isn't but she hasn't ever blatantly told you that. âUm sure, if you and the boys have a free day, I think I can convince the ex-mrs to come out with Rach,â you offer.Â
Wanda shrugs with an odd expression, âYeah, we could do something like that.âÂ
âAlright then,â you respond awkwardly, âIâll uh get in touch with you sometime this week.âÂ
âOkay,â Wanda nods once. âIâll see you later.â She shuts the door once you're at your truck.Â
When you get home, you're surprised that you're not ready to fall into bed and crash for the night. You check the time again and figure that it couldn't hurt to give Phil a visit. So you grab your coat, wallet, and keys and make your way to The Hub. Walking in, there isn't much life around and you notice that there isn't anyone behind the bar but you take a seat on one of the stools anyway and wait for someone to appear. Hoping that your old boss is still around so that this visit isnât for nothing. The wait for someone to come out from the back is longer than you anticipated it would be. You know that when you worked here, no one would have gotten away with this. That is until she is standing in front of you. Sheâs not who you came here to see but sheâs someone that you've been debating on seeing more of.Â
âYou know that I gave you my number so that you could call me, right?â Daisy says as she grabs a glass to clean.Â
âI like to talk face to face,â you shrug, âI guess I'm old fashioned that way.â
âSo you did come here for me,â she returns the glass to its spot under the bar and leans on the counter. âTwo days isn't too bad. I've waited by the phone longer and for much less.âÂ
You laugh, âDaisy, I can't date you without talking about it with your dad first.â
She scoffs and steps back, âIâm not a child, I don't need his permission. I don't see why you do?â
âCome on, I respect your dad. He helped me through a rough time. I wouldn't feel right asking you out without his blessing.â You explain and look around the bar.Â
âWow, you are old fashioned,â Daisy mutters.Â
âIs he here?â You ask as you tap your fingers against the counter.Â
âNo, he went home after posting the schedules for the week,â she explains. She looks around the establishment to scan the customers before landing her eyes back on you. âIs that really why you came here?â She asks, a little shy. The girl was being bold in giving you her number but she wasn't expecting you to use it or actually be interested in her. The fact that you might've come here to get permission to ask her out has her mind spinning.Â
âMight be,â you respond, unsure yourself about why you came here. Maybe a part of you does want to explore something with Daisy. âBut he's not here so I should go home.âÂ
âOr you can stay and we can chat like we used to,â she leans against the surface between the two of you again as youâre reminded of when the positions were reversed and you were on the other side of the bar. You were around the age she is now. Maybe a little older. On slow nights she was allowed to sit and do her homework at the bar. Especially when she was grounded. Whenever she was going through something tough during her senior year in high school you would talk to her and give the best advice that you could. The reminder of how young she was when you first got to know her makes the idea of dating her uncomfortable to you. However, as you look at her now, you don't see her as a child as you once did. She looks more mature and as she had pointed out, she is an adult now. Would it be so wrong to explore something with her? She is only five years younger than you.Â
âStill having boy troubles in school?â You ask with a teasing expression.Â
Daisy scoffs with a shake of her head. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back. âFirst of all, I never had boy troubles in school.âÂ
âRight, it was girl troubles,â you quip with a grin.Â
âI think I'm going to take back that offer,â Daisy mutters as she tries to hide her growing smile.Â
You shrug, âIf that's what you want to do. By all means. A person is allowed to change their mind.â
âUgh, you're no fun. You're not going to let me know how you feel at all before you talk to my dad?â She steps forward and grabs another glass to clean with a rag in order to keep her hands busy.Â
âOh, were you trying to bait me?â you laugh a little to yourself. âDaisy,â you start.Â
âI like the way you say my name,â she interrupts.Â
You shake your head a little bit and don't pay further attention to her comment. âDaisy, no matter how a person feels about you. Never let them use those feelings as a weapon to manipulate you into staying with them. If you want out, you're allowed to have an exit. You're allowed to change your mind about a person.âÂ
Daisy nods as she accepts your advice that she didn't know she needed. âDonât bite my head off for this question. But is that something you learned from your divorce?â
You sigh as you consider how to answer that. âMaybe,â you look at your hands with a frown, âIâm not proud of myself but I⊠Well, one day Jean admitted to me that she had fallen out of love with me and I convinced her to stay married to me in the hopes that she would feel that love for me again some day. Give me a chance to save our marriage.â You sigh as you remember that time in your life that you don't think about anymore. âIt was the most miserable year of our lives.âÂ
âWow,â Daisy has moved on from cleaning glasses to wiping down the counter. âIs that why she's married now and you're not? Because she stopped being in love with you but you didn't with her?âÂ
You are a little thrown off by the deeply personal questioning but you're not against answering. Even when she apologizes and tells you not to answer. âNo, it's okay to be curious. I think that even the people that knew us from the beginning have that same assumption. But no, that's not why I'm still single. I held onto that marriage a year longer than I should've only because I didn't want to admit that I had also fallen out of love with her. Especially since I had dreamt of marrying her since we were in the third grade.â You look Daisy in the eyes as you continue. âI couldn't let go of the fairytale.âÂ
Daisy nods as she falls deep in thought, âI could see how that would be hard to do.â The conversation gets lighter from there and the two of you talk for a couple of hours until you have to call it a night. It makes you feel better about talking to Phil about dating her. You never saw yourself in this position but you think back to Kate encouraging you to go for it. She has a gut instinct that you trust a little bit more than your own.Â
When you return the next evening after work, Phil is there. You ask to speak to him privately, he takes you to his office and he worries that you might be in financial trouble again. You quickly reassure him that isn't the case and he relaxes. âI never thought I'd ever ask you this but here it goes,â you clear your throat as you think of how to phrase the question. âWell, you know that I have nothing but respect for you, sir. You're like my second father.â He thanks you and asks you to get to the point because he has a business to run. âRight, um, when I was here the other day, Daisy gave me her phone number. She has since told me that she wants to explore a romantic relationship with me. I had never seen her as a potential partner until then and I didn't want to do anything without you knowing, Phil. If you don't want me to date your daughter, I swear to you that I won't do it.â
Phil crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. âWhat about that girl you brought here? The two of you seemed pretty cozy,â he points out.Â
âWe are just friends,â you correct, once again. âShe needed a night out, I mean her ex is a piece of work.â You shake your head at the reminder of the drama that man causes.Â
Phil nods, âSo you're doing free work for her out of the kindness in your heart? No ulterior motive?â
âCome on Phil, you know me. I would never do something like that,â you reply, a little offended by the accusation.Â
âDo I know you,â he asks with a scowl. âBecause I never saw this conversation coming. Not from you,â he sits forward on his desk. âYou used to babysit her.â
âPhil, I have wrestled with this since she asked me out. I can't explain it, we were talking last night - just talking - and I think that we might have a connection. This isn't about an inappropriate relationship, because it wouldn't be it'sâŠâ you sigh as you fail to find the proper words with his disappointed glare distracting and insulting. âI know that in your eyes, no one is or ever will be good enough for her and I'm not saying that I am, but⊠she is an adult. And I think, correct me if I'm wrong, that you trust her enough to make her own decisions. You haven't said a definitive no yet so something tells me that you're not against the idea. Unless I'm wrong and I'm giving you another opportunity to say no and I won't ever bring it up again. I swear.âÂ
Phil sighs and looks at the picture of him and Daisy in his desk. It's an old picture of the two of them going down the slide at a park. He wishes that she could have stayed that small but you were right. She is an adult now. âDo you love her?â he asks, keeping his eyes on the photo.Â
You rub your face, âI don't know yet. I've never thought about her that way before but⊠I'd like the chance to find out.â You truthfully admit because the last thing you're ever going to do is lie to him.Â
âOkay, I will allow it,â he looks in your direction as he talks. You are shocked but filled with relief. âYou better not mess this up, you only have one shot at this.âÂ
âThank you, sir. I appreciate it, really.â The two of you hug and he kicks you out of his office telling you to make plans with his daughter when he isn't around. She didn't work today so that wasn't a problem. You walked home a little excited about the idea of dating again.Â
Later that week, while you're cooking dinner you get a phone call and answer frantically as you're completely ruining your meal. âHey, are you doing anything tonight?â The familiar voice asks over the phone. The smoke alarm goes off as the pan catches fire and you drop the phone on the kitchen counter.
âHold on!â You shout as you cover the pan with the lid, run to open the windows, turn on the fans, and wave the kitchen rag in front of the alarm to keep the smoke away long enough to shut off the horrible noise. Once the beeping stops you breathlessly pick up the phone and see that it was Wanda calling. âHey, sorry, what were you saying?âÂ
You are met with uncontrollable laughter from Wanda that makes you cackle a bit as well. âIâm sorry, it's not funny,â she says as she tries to contain her laughter. âAre you okay?â You confirm that you are but your food isn't. âPerfect!âÂ
âHow so? I don't think that almost dying of asphyxiation is perfect.â You throw in sarcastically.Â
âNo, I just mean since you have nothing to eat and I have more than I can eat that it's perfect! You can come over here for dinner,â she invites happily.Â
âAre you sure?â You say looking at the time and figuring that you don't have a lot of time to prepare anything else and you really don't want to get takeaway.Â
âI wouldn't have called if I wasn't,â she says with something in her mouth.Â
âNo I'm sure you wouldn't but um, what about Vision?â you ask carefully. âHe hardly likes it when I'm around the boys when I'm working. I'd hate for his private investigator to report to him that I was there when I wasn't. Especially since you have the boys this week.â You explain yourself as you check your burnt food and think of the best way to dispose of it.
âIt won't be a problem,â Wanda says with a grumble in her tone at the idea that her ex-husband is still making it difficult for her to have friends. âThe boys made some friends at their karate practice and I guess the class has a sleepover for the new kids whenever they join to make sure everyone gets to know each other well. I don't know. All I know is that my house is empty when it shouldn't be and I could really use the company. I was hoping that maybe you could too?âÂ
You understand how it feels when Rachel has a sleepover on a night when you have her. It's a crummy feeling because on the one hand, you're happy whenever she has friends and gets to create those fun memories that come with sleepover adventures. On the other hand, you only get so much time with her that you don't want to share it with anyone.Â
âAlright, I'll be right over,â you say as you grab your keys. She cheers over the phone before hanging up. You grab a bottle of wine that you think she might like as you leave your apartment. It was a gift that you otherwise wouldn't drink yourself. Wanda answers the door with a glass of wine in her hand and you laugh as you hold up the bottle that you brought with you.Â
âOh good, you brought your own. I really wasn't in the mood to share,â she says jokingly as she lets you inside. You smile and set it down on the dining table.Â
âAnd here I thought it was going to be a gift for you,â you walk into the kitchen and grab yourself a glass.Â
âHold on now, I didn't say I didn't want any,â she says as she sets her glass down on the counter in order to make you a plate. You pour yourself half a glass from the bottle she already had open and move to get out of the kitchen. âIs this too much?â She turns to show you the plate but she almost knocks into you, âIâm so sorry!!â She says abruptly and you laugh it off telling her that you're fine. âAre you sure?â
âCome to think of it, there must be something wrong with me since I'm here having dinner with you.â She swats your shoulder with the back of her hand and tells you to shut up before handing you the plate with your food on it. Your stomach growls loudly as the aroma finally enters your senses. âThis looks amazing, thank you for the invitation.âÂ
âItâs my pleasure,â Wanda says. âSit, make yourself comfortable.â She tries to direct you out of the kitchen.Â
You look to her back door and think about how she gets so many more stars here than you do. âHey, do you mind if we eat out there? I mean, it's such a great night,â you ask and Wanda looks out the window from the door and agrees.Â
âYouâre right, it is a nice night,â she grabs her glass from the counter and opens the door for you. You thank her as you pass by and get yourself settled on the outdoor furniture. Wanda joins you shortly after with a plate of her own. The two of you enjoy the meal together under the stars with two bottles of wine. When the food is gone the two of you are still chatting. âSo what happened to making plans with us and your ex and Rachel?â Wanda asks as she pours the rest of the wine from the second bottle into her glass.Â
You cringe at the question as you remember that you told her you'd hang out with her and the boys. âI completely forgot, I'm sorry. This week has been⊠honestly there's no good explanation. I'm sorry,â you say as you finish your glass of wine. âIâm glad you called me over here.â You make eye contact with her as you say this. Wandaâs smile is warm and inviting and you realize that you never thought youâd have a chance to see this side of her. She is a very beautiful person and you start to feel lucky to have the chance to know her.Â
âDo you dance?â Wanda asks, breaking you from getting lost in her features. You didnât realize she had freckles before.Â
âUh, not sure what you mean by that,â you pinch your eyebrows together but neither of you break eye contact.Â
She giggles, âItâs not a trick question. Do you dance?âÂ
You look away for a second then look back at her. âI suppose it depends on whoâs asking,â you reply as you blink slowly.Â
Wanda rests her elbow on the armrest and sits her head on her fist as she leans a little closer, âIâm asking.âÂ
You nod and frown your lips a little before smiling again, âThen yes, I dance.âÂ
âPerfect,â she says before she finishes the last bit of wine in her glass. She grabs her phone and taps the screen as she stands up and picks a song to play on her outdoor speakers that she hardly ever got to use. âStay right here,â she tells you as she runs inside to turn the device on.Â
You stand and look up at the stars, the weather is perfect for a summer night. Usually itâs unbearably hot and humid. But tonight itâs a perfect warm temperature with a slight cool breeze. The moon is full and providing more light than usual. Though, lighting isnât a problem as Wandaâs porch lights also shine bright. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose and enjoy the refreshing scents of grass and trees. Then you hear the soft rhythmic strumming of a guitar and you turn around with open eyes as Wanda is rejoining you on the deck. Your heartbeats a little differently as you watch her walk over to you. There isnât a time that you have ever felt so calm in the presence of someone but she has brought that out in you. You give the credit to the wine because anything else feels dangerous.Â
âHi,â you say as you offer your hand to her.Â
âHi,â she says as she takes your hand and the two of you seamlessly begin to move together. Her free hand resting on your shoulder and yours resting on her waist. The two of you dance to the music, at first facing each other and having light conversation that mostly consists of compliments on movement. Then the two of you fall silent, just enjoying the moment together as you hold each other close and continue to sway along to the melody.Â
As the third song ends, you look at her cheek and consider placing a small kiss there but as you move forward she turns to look at you, almost making her lips the target. You clench your jaw as you stop yourself. Wanda leans her head further into your shoulder. âThank you for spending time with me tonight,â she says in a soft broken whisper. Not that she needed to whisper, she just didnât feel like her normal volume would be appropriate at this distance.Â
âI canât think of a single place Iâd rather be than here right now,â you admit. Wanda hums as she closes her eyes. She doesnât want to break this moment but she doesnât want something to happen. Neither do you. Not when you have been texting everyday since Monday with Daisy. Thatâs when it hits you. Daisy. Sweet, sarcastic Daisy. You follow Wandaâs lead and close your eyes and continue to sway. You donât look at her, you donât say another word. You just hold her until the next song ends. And the next. And one more after that until the music stops.Â
The two of you break apart and she goes inside to figure out the problem. You collect the dishes and bring them inside to wash. When she still hasnât returned after you have the dishes put in the dishwasher, you wander around the house until you find her. She is on the phone with her boys. She is singing softly to them. You walk away as you think about how great of a mother she is. You start to wonder what kind of role Daisy would be able to play in Rachelâs life. You canât believe you never considered this before. Sheâs young and free, would she be a good step-mother? As much as you donât always get along with Anna, she is a decent person to co-parent with. Then thereâs the Jean of it all. Is Daisy someone that you could bring around Jean? You donât know yet. But something tells you that there wouldnât be a problem bringing Wanda to Jean.Â
âHey, sorry about that,â Wanda says as she finds you sitting and facing the torn down wall. She joins you on the sofa. âThey were getting anxious about spending the night and they wanted to be picked up. But Iâm a little drunk so I had to convince them to stick it out.âÂ
âThatâs precisely why I havenât left yet,â you admit with a laugh.Â
âYou donât have to leave, I have a guest room that is always ready to use,â she tells you. Wanda yawns as she checks the time. Her eyes widened at her watch, âItâs gotten really late. Wow, where did the time go?âÂ
âI have no idea,â you say refraining from saying something flirtatious. âIf itâs not a problem, I could stay,â you say as you look at her. âBut I probably wonât see you in the morning because Iâll have to head home pretty early in order to make it to work on time.âÂ
âYeah, itâs no problem at all,â she says as she gets up from the couch. âIâll show you the way,â she waits for you to stand and you follow her up the stairs. Wanda leaves you with a goodnight hug and you thank her for letting you stay. In the morning, you leave a note on the refrigerator so that you donât leave without some form of goodbye.
Chapter 7
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Someone please tell me how do i explain to people that..
I'm in love with my closest friends. Or at least that's how i call it. Because i love them sooooo fucking much. And the deepest type of love there can be. Im in love with them, but not romantically. I don't even know how to explain my feelings ;-;
It's just- damn. How do i tell people that i want to spend my life with them, maybe even live with them. I want to have little routines. I want to have habits with them. But that I'd never be able to be romantically in love with them.
And that's sad because to the society, my love is considered like less a love than romantic love. I dont know how I can explain this better. Because I could write thousands of love letters to some people. I could offer them flowers and chocolates every day of my life. Because I see trinkets that make me think of them, and I want to offer it to them. Because I send them videos that made me think of them.
And to me it's so much deeper than romantic love. It's like... it's like an "I love you" that is beyond friendship, beyond family, beyond romantic love.
I want to be able to love my friends like I do, without having someone asking me if we're a couple, or telling me it's "just" friendship.
I sometimes wish I could create a land meant only for aro/ace/aroace people. But I actually really love diversity. So I just wish people could be more respectful of the things they don't understand. Because having people telling me I'll end up alone with my cats, and I will be sad and frustrated, it's **not** respectful. Moreover, maybe I actually want to be alone with cats. (Honestly it would be ducks for me, but whatever).
Im just asking for basic respect. It doesn't matter if you don't get it. I don't get your sense of love and all, yet you don't see me saying you don't exist or that what you're feeling is just a phase.
Let people do and be what makes them happy.
Mind your damn business.
How am I hurting you by *not* getting bitches ? You should be happy, more for you.
So yeah, what im saying basically is just, please respect people, even when you don't understand them. It might have a bigger impact than what you think.
Love y'all đđđ
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ik u sleep but i gotta send this before i go to bed cuz its like 5am(almost six am)
ANYWAY
lemme um
lemme get sum headcannons(full band seperate) with a male reader who is a stripper(bro busting on them poles) and is kind of the type of stripper to wear more feminine outfits yk? cuz the club be needing that money fr
and ngl the band would prolly visit but literally hates it when reader got clients other than them
like bro wants reader to give em that lap dance like fuk r u doingđȘđ€đŸ
ofccc you can throw in obvious nsfw like???(bro u should know the positions we talk abt it like all the timeđ)
and duhh u can add other ideas if u feel like it tfđ
THE BAND X MALE STRIPPER
hii babe đ ummm my cat was sitting on my lap while writing this so if there's typos no there's not đ€ had to do research on this oml
BILL:
ă»oh god he loves watching you.
ă»He never really knew he'd have a thing for a person swinging their ass on a pole, but baby he fucking loves you.
ă»Just continuously looking you up and down
ă»He can't help but moan if you give him a lap dance oml, holding a hand on your waist kinda guiding you đ€
ă»You leaving soft kisses on his jaw and neck, moving your hips on him...
ă»He's so turned on WHATT...
ă»Gets jealous if you give others a lap dance or just feel 'em up
ă»He gets that it's your job but goddamn he's envious đ
ă»hes paying for vip idgaf.
ă»He knows y'all can't have sex there but oh my god just being able to touch you more, running his hands up your back without anyone watching oh my GOD
TOM:
ă»teehee omg
ă»Seeing you all dressed up as you dance.. oh my god that's all he needed.
ă»He's throwing MONEY at you babe. I'm talking 20-50 dollar bills omg.
ă»getting a lap dance from you is like heaven to him.
ă»Can't keep his hands off you, rubbing down your waist and thighs. He knows he has to be careful but he can't resistttttt
ă»He'd get slightly possessive, glaring if you give another person a lap dance.
ă»He loves you too much..
ă»NAH HE'S BUYING VIP I DON'T GOTTA LIE
ă»Groping you, pulling you close as he rests his head in your neck, letting you work your magic đ
ă»UGH he wanna fucks you so badly but he can't due to health risks and allat
GEORG:
ă»You got him wrapped around your finger babe.
ă»He feels his heart beat faster as he looks at you, not being able to take his eyes off you
ă»You were his bi-panic idgaf.
ă»Looking at him, touching his arm or some shit like that? Oh my god.
ă»He loves that shit đ»
ă»Getting a lap dance just makes him feel like he's dreaming.
ă»Having you right there infront of him while you look so damn good...
ă»Taking him to vip as you remove a layer of clothing (maybe it's a shirt, dress, vest, whatever!)? He's so turned on...
GUSTAV:
ă»He'd be a little shy at first
ă»Like oh my god... just looking in his eyes while your spinning? His knees buckle.
ă»If you give others a lap dance or just touch their arm he feels covetousness.
is that the right word omfg
ă»I feel like hes not very touchy when you give him a lap dance, he leans back and just watches you with a lustful look
ă»He loves the clothes you wear omggg
ă»Just seeing you wear anything makes him so nervous yet zealous
uhm he's paying for vip cuz this is MY story and I choose what happens đ
ă»anyways..Just being there alone with you? that's enough to make him horny.
ă»Oh my god he can't help but grab you and pull you close
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I'm curious - how many unanswered asks do you have in your inbox? Or do you just delete the ones you don't plan on answering?
do you feel good anon
do you feel good about yourself with this question
targeting me like that
geeeeez
ok but more seriously LMAO i have an embarrassingly large amount of unanswered asks but i do read all of them <3 a lot of them honestly are just from folks like, sharing their anonymous opinions about either LO and LR, with the odd one about comic advice, sharing webtoon recommendations, and other things of that nature!
In the case of the LO asks, it's stuff that often has already been spoken about at length before so I don't really have anything to add (but trust me, I'm usually in total agreement, if I heavily disagree with a take I'll usually try to respond to it but it's rare that that's the case because most of the takes are just things like "wow the art in this panel sucks" like yep it sure do LOL) and often it just feels like my inbox is just like, a comment box for people to get their feelings out anonymously and honestly that's fine, I just also can't really respond to every single one unfortunately, but I do read them and I love y'all's takes!
With LR asks, y'all are way too sweet to me and send me just the kindest things about LR, and I hope y'all know that even if I wind up not getting back to your ask about it, I do read everything you send and appreciate so much the amount of support you've all shown for this project since I took it on <3 A lot of those asks are literally my version of "do it for her" where I read them and it reminds me of why it's so worth doing what I do :') <3
Whenever people recommend me other works to read, I add them to a list and I am currently trying to tackle it :) (honestly that list isn't as big as you'd think, a lot of the recommendations are for the same stuff, like other Greek myth retelling comics or otherwise just bad webtoons that people want me to suffer thru LOL) I just recently finally got a physical copy of Song of Achilles and while it's slow going, I'm gonna be sharing my extended thoughts about it, either in a big Tumblr post or maybe a video if I can motivate myself to do it đ€
And of course, the comic advice asks... these ones admittedly I do tend to actually move into my drafts because I really, REALLY do want to respond to them, but I'm also not someone to half-ass responses to questions like that. That is a bit of a bad habit on my end because it often means I'm spending crazy amounts of time going over topics that can be researched, but I also just really love talking about comics so it doesn't feel good to get a comic advice ask and just leave it at "idk just start" like yeah, do that, but also I want to pass on all the things I WISH I had known when I was first starting out and I'm glad people see me as someone to learn those things from! So when it comes to those asks, don't worry, I'm picking away at them <3 (but also man, I should probably just like... put together some kind of hitchhiker's guide to comic making or something huh LOL)
Anyways! I do have a lot of unanswered asks and honestly, I'm not really one to delete them, even if I don't get back to some of them it is still nice to read them in their own little curated space separate from my main blog, it's kind of like a personal comment section between myself and those of you who took the time to write <3 The only asks I tend to outright delete are ones that are just like, way too bad faith to even want to give any attention to, or bot spam lmao But for the majority of y'all who have sent genuine asks to my inbox and never saw a response and worry that I might have ignored it or deleted it, I hope you can have reassurance in knowing that they are all still there and even if I can't make time every day to respond to them, receiving all your personal takes about LO and your amazing feedback and kind words about LR is something I'm always excited to see whenever that little notification pops up in my Inbox tab. I see you and appreciate you <3
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one flight away
(heeseung - enhypen)
genre: fluff
description: after not being able to see each other for so long things are finally aligning. though after being told certain news you start to doubt if you guys will ever really get to see each other?
1.3k words
warnings: teeny amount of angst, mainly just fluff, y'all love each other so bad
a/n: hellooo it's been a while, usually I don't write fluff like at all but i got inspired by orange flower to write this LOL but I will be back to my regularly scheduled smut writing as I am going through requests but as always i'm hoping you guys enjoy this and feel free to send any requests!
songs that helped inspire this:
woodz - hope to be like you
enhypen - orange flower (you complete me)
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âHee?â
you speak into the phone as you anxiously bite on your nails waiting for his response. Itâd been a little over a year since you guys had last seen each other in person. With him having a crazy schedule overseas and being a college student yourself, you both essentially had no to time to go see one another.
You guys made sure to text and call one another everyday, being able to hear each otherâs voice and see eachâs other face but it still wasnât enough. Not like when he was here in person with you. How you would go on cafe dates and would always share a slice of strawberry cake both your favorite and no matter the amount left he would always make sure to split the last strawberry with you. Seeing the look on your face when you bit into it always made his heart swell.Â
How you would hold hands walking down the street, fingers interlocking with one another. Making sure he brushes his thumb against your knuckles. Watching as you point out any little thing that catches your attention and feeling embarrassed when you catch him staring at you. Immediately covering your face with your hands when he starts laughing at how red you start getting.Â
Itâd been so long without him, you were basically itching for his return when he told you that heâd finally be returning home in the next few days. Youâd been counting down the days trying to distract yourself with school and work so it wouldnât feel as long and you would come home texting about how excited you weâre to see one anotherÂ
I miss you so much, I canât wait to see you - H
Counting down the days until you come home!Â
Almost there! Just hold on one more day - HÂ
You could almost pass out at the fact that he was almost home. Just one more day and heâd finally be yourâs again. You couldnât fall asleep thinking of how heâd finally be laying down next to you again. Hearing his soft breathing again as he falls into deep sleep making sure to cling onto you anyway he can. Waking up and getting ready for the day all you could think of was one thing, tomorrow is Heeseung Day.Â
The day couldnât have passed more unbelievably slower then it did today. From getting scolded at work for not paying attention to completely tuning out your professor during class only one thing was on your mind and that was Heeseung. Today was finally the day, Heeseung had texted you all the details about his flight beforehand and how heâll be meeting you soon.Â
Hereâs my flight info, soon weâll finally be together again! <3 - H
Smiling from ear to ear you couldnât help but feel giddy at the fact that this was actually happening and that heâd finally be here in person and not just through a phone screen. You weâre anxiously sitting on the seat of the airport looking at your phone every few minutes checking his flight's status.Â
âIt should be landing any minute nowâ you thought to yourself. Anxiously biting at your nails waiting for it say arrived anytime now. Yet you wait another 10 mins, 20 mins, 30 mins before finally you receive a phone call that startles you. You scramble to grab your phone and read the caller ID, Hee <3
Immediately you pick up the phone,Â
âHee?â you say anxiouslyÂ
âIt feels like so long since Iâve heard your voiceâ He laughs into the phone âOh? Whatâs wrong your voice sounds offâ sounding concernedÂ
âOh itâs nothing reallyâ as you clear your throat âIâd just been waiting for your flight info to update it caught me off guard to see your name on the caller IDâ you rambled into the phone.Â
âYou see thatâs what Iâm actually calling you aboutâ As Heeseung sighs into the phoneÂ
Your breath hitches.Â
âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âMy flight as actually been delayed and I wonât be home until tomorrowâÂ
Immediately can feel tears start to prickle at your eyes. Why does it seem like no matter how hard both of you want to see each other, you just canât? All the anticipation building up until this moment just for him to tell you this feels like wound to the heart.
âI seeâ As you attempt to hold back tears, which was failing.
âDonât cry baby, weâll see each first thing tomorrow I promiseâ Heeseung says trying to soothe you through the phoneÂ
âI know, I just canât help being sad about this situationâ you sniffle into the phone âIâd been waiting for you for so longâÂ
âI know baby, but I promise weâll be together so no more crying okay?â âIâll call you with any updates, so go home safe now I love youâ He says blowing a kiss through the phoneÂ
Ending the call, you turn your phone camera on to make sure that you donât look completely wrecked. Feeling your heart weigh heavy, you take a deep breath in and collect yourself before heading out to the exit. After hearing that his flight got delayed you couldnât help but feel hurt at the fact that you thought youâd finally be together again.Â
As you start nearing the exit you feel a buzzing in your pocket. Immediately reaching into your pocket you look to see who the caller ID is and your phone lights up the word, Hee <3. Picking up the phone you wait for him to start speaking.Â
âHello? Baby are you there?â He asks into the phoneÂ
âYes Iâm here what happened? Whatâs the update?â You ask puzzled. You didnât think youâd be getting an update about his situation this quick. You continued walking to the exit waiting for the sliding doors to open and thatâs when you saw him.Â
âThe update is that Iâm actually here, waiting for youâ he chuckles into the phone.Â
You couldnât believe it, he was actually here waiting for you. Hanging up the phone, you start running towards him. Adrenaline filling your body, nothing else mattered in this moment except the fact that he was here standing in front of you only a few feet away. You could see the smile growing on his face as you started approaching closer and closer. Sticking his arms out you immeditaely jump into his arms. Closing his arms tight behind you, you could feel his hug turn into a death grip.Â
Feearing that if he let go you wouldnât be in his arms anymore. Tears start running down your cheeks as you couldnât believe that you weâre in his arms after so much time spent apart.Â
âIâm homeâ Heeseung laughs tucking hair behind your ear and pulling you in for a kiss. Something you had been yearning for, for so long finally being presented to you in this moment.Â
Pulling away his smile only grows wider staring at you, taking all of you in as he hadnât been able to hold you in his arms for so long.Â
âMhm sorry I lied to youâ Heeseung says sheepishly âBut I had the idea of surprising you and I really wanted to see your reaction and how cute youâd look running into my armsâŠ.â he mumbles looking to the side avoiding your gaze.Â
You just grab him by the chin and pull him in for another kiss, both of you smiling into it.Â
âIâm just glad your finally hereâ you grin sniffling your tears away. Heeseung coudlnât help but find you so endearing in this moment that he started to pepper kisses around your face. Finally setting you down, he grabs some tissues from his pocket and starts helping you wipe your tears away.Â
âCmon, dry those tearsâ Heeseung hums has he finishes wiping your tears away.Â
âGimme your handâ Heeseung says reaching his hand out to meet yours. You grab it immediately interlocking fingers just like before as he reassuringly starts rubbing your knuckles. He couldnât help but smile knowing heâs finally home with you by his side.Â
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Writer Interview Game
Thank you, @gingerlegacy07 for the tag! Y'all should check her out! She's amazing and a great writer :]
When did you start writing?
Hm, I think I started writing ever since I was 9. It was at first just a little children's book. I've always liked drawing and writing, and coming up with crazy things, lol.
I loved taking Creative Writing class when I was 17, and that's when I also started writing my own original novel.
Writing fanfiction, I started about a year ago, with Hogwarts Legacy. I just had a couple ideas and decided to just give it a shot and write them. Now, I'm still writing HL fanfics and enjoying it so much :]
Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?
Ummm, I'm not sure. Maybe enemies to lovers as I personally don't think I can write that wonderful trope well. But I love to see it, like Zutara, lol.
Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?
No, as I write with my own style. I might be inspired by works of others sometimes, but I intend to make stories with my own take and my own way.
Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?
Well, if I write at my home, I usually do it at my desk! Per my name, I have some dragon stuff on my desk, lol, as well as a ceramic cup of pens and pencils and a lamp.
If I feel bored at my desk, I would move to the kitchen table or the living room, just to have a change of scenery. I also sometimes go to a coffee shop and camp there for a few hours while drinking mochas and such.
What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?
I often listen to songs and think of which pairs or characters fit them. And even when I watch a show or movie, I find myself wondering what characters from HL would be like in it, hahaha.
So honestly...the most effective way is just me lost in thought XD. I have one interesting thought, then I keep following that thought, and it just builds up in there. And my creativity has me start to write it.
Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?
Family is huge in my writing. Whether it's blood family or - more frequently - found family. Also friends that are like family. And just being supportive and having healthy relationships. Wonderful happy love and fluff everywhere!
It doesn't surprise me, lol. I don't like sad endings or anything too depressing. I can't handle it, and I always want happy endings after many rough trials or trauma.
With Sebastian, I always have him redeemed when he's in a relationship with my MC Estelle. And she needed healing of her own too. And they just make each other so happy and they love each other so much. All the fluff for them and my other otps :]
What is your reason for writing?
It's mainly because I wanted to a certain story and didn't see it out there, so I decided to write it myself. In doing so, I hope that others enjoy the stories too.
Anyone that's seen the majority of my incorrect quotes or read some of my stories know I'm a huge shipper of Garrelda. I love them to bits, I'll forever captain that ship if need be, lol. So, when HL fics were still coming out, I didn't any (if at all) or Poppinis. I decided to give it a shot and write for those pairings, more of Poppinis at first. I loved Poppinis as a ship first before I fleshed out my take on Garrelda more.
In the end, I write stories that I randomly get inspired to write, and I just send them out there, not knowing if others wanted to read such a thing, lol
Is their any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?
Any positive comment showing love for the story just makes me so happy. Seeing them appreciate it always makes me smile. Those comments help me remember people do like what I write, and it's a nice reminder :]
How do you want to be thought about by your readers?
Eh, I don't know if there's anything I want to be thought about. But I guess a "provider" of Garrelda content, as I often write that pairing, especially with my recent on-going fic. Or just a "truly writing dragon", lol, as I keep sending out more stories for people to read in the HL fandom.
What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?
I think writing emotions and characters. I try to make the characters feel real, and I do my best in describing them so they're relatable to readers.
How do you feel about your own writing?
I feel like it's improving, which is great to see. But that makes me grimace about my first fics I wrote, as I know they can be a bit rough. But that's how it goes, and I do feel pretty proud of how far I've come, and I do like my writing more from time to time. I admittedly am still my worst critic, though.
And those are my answers! Thank you for whomever came up with this! :]
Np tags: @polarisgreenley, @mspegasus17, @ravenwind-75
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags @sawymredfox @mermaidgirl30 and @milla-frenchy
I have 2 new current wips stewing and I can never just give a small snippet so sorry. We got ranch hand and Austins most eligible bachelor below for your perusing:
Ranch hand Joel
I'm working on many things. But then I fell off a horse yesterday and was inspired to write this ranch hand Joel fic:
"Easy there, easy," a familiar voice drawls as strong hands gently roll you onto your back. Joel's face swims into view, his brow furrowed with concern. "Looks like you had a bit of a tumble, darlin'. Can you tell me where it hurts?"
His voice is deep and soothing, cutting through the haze of pain. You manage to point to your side, wincing as he carefully probes the area. "Just bruised, I reckon," he says after a moment, his touch surprisingly gentle for such calloused hands. "Your arm too. We should get you back to the house. Might need to go to the doctor."
You'll be damned if you involve any more people than necessary, you never fall off the horses, why did it have to happen in front of the hottest cowboy alive.
As he settles you onto his horse, he keeps a steady hand on your back, making sure you're secure before he swings up behind you. The closeness is overwhelming; his body is a solid wall of heat at your back, and you can feel the muscles in his thighs as they grip the horse's flanks. It's a strange mix of vulnerability and safety, being so close to this man who just days ago was little more than a stranger.
The ride back to the ranch is a blur of sensationsâthe rhythmic sway of the horse beneath you, the scent of leather and sweat mingling with Joel's unique aroma of woodsmoke and something undeniably masculine. You find yourself leaning into him without thinking, seeking comfort in his strength.
"Almost there," Joel reassures you as the house comes into view. His breath is warm against your ear, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. "We'll get some ice on those bruises and take a look at ya."
Austins Most Eligible Bachelor
The DJ's voice booms through the small kitchen speakers: "Good morning, Austin! Are you tired of the same old dating scene? Swipe left, swipe right, and still no luck? Well, hold onto your cowboy hats because 'Austin's Most Eligible' is saddling up for another season of love, laughter, and maybe even a little bit of lassoing!"
[Sound effect: Horse neighing and whip cracking]
"That's right, y'all! 'Austin's Most Eligible' is back and better than ever, bringing you the finest catches in the Lone Star State. Here's your chance to give that special someone the recognition they deserve. Nominate him today, and he could be crowned Austin's Most Eligible Bachelor, winning a luxurious date night and a feature in the Austin Chronicle!"
[Sound effect: Cowboy yeehawing]
"Join us every Friday night at 8 PM on K-AUS 99.5 FM for your chance to meet some of the most amazing bachelors Austin has to offer. From entrepreneurs to musicians, from tech gurus to cowboys with hearts of gold â we've got 'em all lined up just for you, but remember only one can be Austinâs most eligible.
Don't miss out on the fun, the flirting, and maybe even finding your forever love. Mark your calendars for 'Austin's Most Eligible,' every Friday at 8 PM, only on K-AUS. And remember, when it comes to love, Austin's got the beat!"
[Background music fades with a harmonica outro]
"Keep it weird, keep it romantic, and keep it tuned to K-AUS, your source for Austin's Most Eligible!"
[Sound effect: Fade-out with a guitar strum]
"This is K-AUS, signing off. Y'all come back now, ya hear?"
Sarah nearly chokes on her eggs as she giggles uncontrollably. "Dad," she says between laughs, "you should totally enter this!"
Joel raises an eyebrow at her suggestion but can't help chuckling along with her infectious laughter. "Me? Nah, I think I'm a bit too old for that kind of thing." He shakes his head and focuses on finishing his breakfast. But Sarah isn't easily deterred; she has that look in her eye â mischievous yet earnest â that tells him she won't drop it so easily this time around.
NPT and im sorry if youve all been tagged so im tagging a bunch of you <3: @syd-djarin @sixhours @mountainsandmayhem @aurorawritestoescape @missannwinchester
@ameerawrites @ace-turned-confused @604to647 @frenchiereading @fhatbhabiee
@oonajaeadira @ovaryacted @thundermartini @laligraves @pascalssbabyy
@freelancearsonist @josephquinnswhore @proximaamidnightt
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â CELEBRATING TWO YEARS OF LOVE.
let's pretend that i posted this on the real anniversary date (july 18th) and not a few weeks late ok. but i'm still shell shocked i honestly stayed around on here for this long, seeing as how i've been on this hellsite for over ten years maybe even longer, have left many blogs and sideblogs behind, but have stayed put on here for longer than it feels. even through all the craziness and friends gained and lost. i have not grown sick of this place and i know it's all because of my mutuals (and followers) aka the most beautiful, hilarious, talented souls anyone could ask to have on their side.
whether we are friends or have never spoken i love you, i adore you. thank you for making my time spent on here worth it even when times get tough and this little hobby of ours seems more like a stressful nine to five.
@deathmotif, @authurials, @theauthorvt, +annie â hey remember when we all met on wp and i started that silly little michael langdon gc on kik and it was a dozen of us in there but then it soon dwindled down to us five and kik was on the verge of imploding and we all moved over to snap and now we literally all talk every day, if not every other??! my day isn't complete without seeing one of you sending an unhinged video in the gc. IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS with you guys in my life and you know me better than anyone. i can tell you my darkest secrets, traumas, thoughts, and there's no judgment. it's literally the most healthy friend group ever. i'm forcing ya'll to dress up as barbie's for my bachelorette party, like you're stuck with me. barbie is serious. just as serious as my love is for each and every one of you. when i think about my life and future you guys are always in it. idk if we should thank cody fern or the antichrist or both. but whoever brought us together in this life i hope they do it in the next because life without y'all would suck.
@psychedelic-ink â you should already know how much i love you, but let me remind you, let me go on for ever and tell you how special you are to me ok. when i was balling my eyes out on the phone/discord you were there to listen to me be a blubbering mess, you were there to talk me down, to listen, to validate my feelings. when i need someone to be motivating and get shit done with me you're there. when i need to rant about something horny you're there to encourage the unhinged. our discord sleepovers are my favorite thing in the world. i'm still shocked when i think back to our casual messages on here turning into a friendship so close and tight that my man spent over $100 to send you a magazine (without question) because he knows how much you mean to me. you have my heart always!
@pedrito-friskito â i have the most vivid memory of me and sil talking about you on discord and how great you were and i was like um?? i wanna be friends with kay! so after we got off of the phone i messaged you and then before i knew it me, you, and sil were in a gc together and the rest is history. i love that you and i like to disappear without a word sometimes but always come back like lol sorry but here's this love and support and encouragement and let me just life update you but also make you horny with this thought, and sil just puts up with us and i love it. ily. i'm forever forcing you to write and publish every story you write because you're going to put sjm to shame with the beauty your brain comes up with.
@tom-whore-dleston â i know i'm the worst at replying but you never make me feel bad for it. you're like 'oh yeah her adhd brain will get back to this text in 2 to 3 business weeks it's ok', and i love you for it. but no seriously ily so much. you're the first person i think of when all i can think about is dick because i know you're thinking the same thing. i know you'll understand. every time i see you post on social media i'm like wtf?? why am i halfway across the states and not with the loml right now?? it's truly unfair because i know if we were together we'd be the most chaotic, loud, sluttiest duo ever. your talent always amazes me, your beauty makes me jealous. both of our partners better watch out because i'ma run away with you one day i swear!
@chaseadrian â the fact that we grew close in a fandom that i despise now and is more toxic than not and a beautiful friendship came out of it?? iconic. every time i think about you all i can think is 'they just seems like they have everything all together, their ideas, their graphics, their mind, the way they speak is like talking to that really cool english teacher' like lmao i cannot explain how much i want your vibe. i adore your vibe. i ADORE YOU.
@greenorangevioletgrass â as one of my first friends on this little blog of mine i feel like i need to do more than put into words how much i adore you, how grateful i am to call you a friend, to be a part of your presence on here. hearing your ideas, your living breathing fic-like life is serotonin to me. like please share in the sexy wealth bestie!
@sapphireplums â when i see you in my inbox i literally get this overjoyed feeling inside me like charity thought about me today?? took time out of her day to send me something?? i'm blessed. i hope you and your beautiful mind are thriving bestie because you're literally one of the nicest, softest, people i've met on here and i'm in your corner if you ever need me. to show you love and support. to continue to convince you that your themes will always be more superior than mine!!
@rae-gar-targaryen â if success and talent and beautiful prose (and face) was an olympic sport you would have won by now. you HAVE won. we may not talk as much as we used to but just know that i always am thinking about how you are, waiting patiently for you to bless us with more of your fics (even if it's a crumb i'm like a little mouse savoring it because hello?? emily henry who? she got nothing on you). as my lawyer i love knowing if i needed you you'd be there with a simple text, as my bestie, as someone i look up to, as someone who radiates elegance and something else i can't even put into words because that's literally how you leave me, speechless: never change and know i'm always here for you.
@allaboardthereadingrailroad, @littledemondani, @wroteclassicaly â the three of you were those 'big' accounts that always intimated me. i stood in the background reading your stuff and being like ok they're going to put me out of business and then being absolutely shook when you followed me, i felt like i made it. like this was what being on here was all about having the accounts you find the most talented and amazing, and who have wrote some of your fav fics, follow you. and we may not talk a lot but i cherish you guys so so very much. like even before i made this account, on my old accounts, i've always been your #1 fans!!
@kittyofalltrades, @namorwife, @yoditopascal â i may have all but died out and disappeared from the discord server, and we may not talk anymore, but some of my best memories are with you guys. the unhinged, the thirst, the games, the rantings, i've never been more entertained and chaotic and rowdy than i was with ya'll and i love it. i miss it. ya'll are still my favorite people, my loves, my besties. one day i will be horny over the same characters as ya'll again and you'll be annoyed with my thirst again.
@eupheme, @tripleyeeet, @wint3r-h3art, @ohcaptains, @celestianstars, @flordeamatista â if there were ever a group of beautiful people i constantly compare myself to because the way they write, the way their themes look, the way their fic layouts / set ups look, their graphics, their vibes, their talent, their so many damn things: it would be ya'll. like i'm constantly like how do i get on their level? like i know there's not levels on here and everyone is so uniquely special and amazing at what they write and do and make, but i'm always in the trenches of devoting and heart eyes over EVERYTHING ya'll post. ya'll are the cool art kids i want to hangout with but instead i'm screaming in cheer in the silent museum where your creations should be showcased.
@mothdruid, @moonlight-prose, @moondirti, @angrythingstarlight, @amywritesthings, @oncasette, @withahappyrefrain, @navybrat817, @bakerstreethound, @villenelle, @refined-by-fire, @ladylannisterxo, @emerald-chaos, @mxgyver, @foli-vora, @jettia, @moreofem, @bits-and-babs, @woodlandmouth, @fluffyprettykitty, @cocoamoonmalfoy, @galatially, @ladylannisterxo, @saintlike78, @buckys-estrella, @ghostlyfleur, @arctvrvs â through the two years of me being on here i have had the pleasure, the joy, of talking to each of you. whether that be screaming in asks, inboxs, discords, pms, where we were hyping each other up, sharing ideas, support, check ups, screaming over each others fics, whatever it may be. there has been love and support and every time i see ya'll in my notfis, reading my stuff, your thirst posts or rant posts or your rbs, i'm always grateful to see it. for it. to be a part of it. but most importantly i'm like: hello why are we not closer?? why do i not bombard them with my love?? annoy them with it so much so that they have no choice but to be my bestie and feel all the doormat love and support that i'm constantly feeling when i see their little icons and usernames. so this is me both saying i adore you, ily, we may not talk as much as i wished but i'm here supporting and loving everything you do and beware that i will annoy you with my love when you least expect it and soon you'll be wishing for me to get out of your pms. you have a friend in me, a supporter, a hyper, seriously i got lucky with y'all being my mutuals <3.
there's so many other babes that i'm missing but tumblr has a tag limit so i couldn't get everyone on this list but just know ily ily literally every single one of my mutuals is a gift from god to me. you put up with my posts and insanity, i have no choice but to give ya'll my whole ass heart!!!!
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Pink Scarf - Epilogue (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)
Character/Fandom:Â Elvis - Elvis (2022)
Requested:Â kinda
(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)
Prompt:Â You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. Â [ Fem!Reader ]
TW: SEX. FLUFF (!!). Cussing. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Â
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)     ||    Word Count: 2.6k
A/N:Â Oh, lord, here we are. THE END. It seems highly fitting that it all comes to a close on our man's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELVIS DARLIN') đ So here's some tooth-rotting, sexy fluff for you because I love them and I love y'all.
I have heard your requests for a paperback/ebook loud and clear (ahhh, thank you!) and can tell you I am writing bonus material as we speak and working on the process of self-publishing through Amazon. I will warn you that the physical book is gonna be HUGE (my estimate is close to 600 pages with the bonus material added đ), but that does mean the cost of the physical book will be a little spendy (not outrageous or anything) because of the cost of printing. Just wanted to let you know in advance!
Also, I know in the past that people were interested in me dropping in for a Q & A type thing on Discord or Twitter Spaces to talk about Pink Scarf...is this something y'all are interested in still? (If not, totally okay!) Let me know in the comments if that sounds like something you'd want!
I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. I'm hoping to soon have a website and an Amazon page up and running soonish so you can follow my other works. I'll keep you posted! Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! đ
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Finally, and I can't say this enough, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support and generosity. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! đđ
I also want to give a special shout out to my flower, Daisy, @powerofelvis for keeping me sane (relatively lol) and on track throughout this whole process. Thank you for all your encouragement and love (and for listening to me scream into the void), baby! đ
If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I know I'm terribly slow at getting to them but I love every single one!
I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!Â
Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.Â
(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my AO3 account, as well as my NEW Wattpad account. so if you are so inclined, you can check it out/support me over there with kudos and votes and whatnot!)
Graceland, New Yearâs Eve, 1969
The mansion you now call home still sparkles with Christmas decorations as you make your way through the throng of friends and visitors, smiling and laughing, sipping on a delicious champagne that you are positive is ridiculously expensive for the way it melts on your tongue. Everyone is rested and in great spirits, as 1969 was a monumentally successful year for Elvis Presley Enterprises and all those involved.
For you, itâs been a monumental year in many ways. You would never have imagined six months ago that by the end of the year youâd be in the midst of divorcing Jack, preparing for your new career as a backup singer, and moving into Graceland with Elvis, who you are wildly, madly in love with.
A whirlwind, to say the least.
Speak of the devil, you feel that telltale rise of goosebumps on your skin, that magical sixth sense you are now so aware of when you know that Elvis is watching you. You turn from your conversation with Joe and his wife Joanie to find Elvis gazing at you from across the living room with a dangerously coy smile playing on his lips and that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The heat of the look sets your body aflame, a flush rising quickly to your cheeks.
Lord in heaven, this man, you think, giving him a furrow of your brow and a disbelieving look back, only this man would be so bold as to want to take me in the middle of a party at his own damn house. Â
But damn it if he doesnât even waver, completely uncaring that any of the guests might see the blatantly sexual, heated intensity of his stare. He calls it âthat lean and hungry look,â and you cannot help the shiver that cascades down your spine because you know heâs about to eat you alive, party be damned.
And sure enough, he strides across the room as if no one else is here, and saying nothing at all, grabs your hand and yanks you away from your conversation. You briefly catch the look of surprise from Joanie and Joeâs smirk before being whisked away.
âElvis!â you whisper loudly enough for him to hear you, âWe have guests!â You manage to set your champagne flute on a nearby table before doubling your steps to try and keep up with his long strides.
He gives no indication of hearing you, though you know he has. But he is singularly focused, which sends warmth into your core and wetness already pooling in your panties because you know whatâs coming.
He surprises you by not even making it up the stairs to the bedroom, instead pulling you into the half bathroom on the lower level. You yelp at the change in direction and then heâs slamming you up against the door while locking it at the same time.
Your yelp quickly turns into a quiet moan because his large hands and luscious mouth are suddenly everywhere, all at once. His lips crush into yours, then burn down your neck, sending fire into your belly, and you canât help but respond. Your hands fly to his head, raking through his scalp. His hand grips the outside of your bare thigh, hitching it up to his waist, his hand slipping under the hem of your dress.
He rolls his pelvis slowly and deliberately into yours. Heâs already rock hard, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your core through his pants has you groaning a little too loud, considering you have a house full of people. Elvis doesnât say a word though, he just smirks and places a ring-clad hand over your mouth.
That action alone has you melting into a puddle because you know, you just know how heâs going to take you: quick and dirty.
âYou better be quiet, lilâ mama, or evâryoneâs gonna know Iâm fuckinâ ya senseless,â he whispers, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You can smell the musk of arousal on him, the pheromones so strong they are nearly dizzying. He nibbles the lobe of your ear possessively. This action coupled with his words sends sparks showering through you.
You think you might come apart already, and heâs barely touched you.
His brilliant blues are blown black when he draws away. Free hand snaking up your thigh, his fingers first dance over your soaked panties, then dip them underneath the delicate fabric to graze up through your folds and straight to your clit.
Your eyes roll back, his hand muffling the moans that escape your throat involuntarily. Heâs so worked up already, he doesnât tease you long. Two long fingers plunge knuckle deep into your wet heat, the cold edges of his rings making you squirm a little at the intrusion. You begin panting into his hand as he so expertly thrusts and curves them to give you the maximum amount of pleasure as he stretches you out.
This doesnât last long, though. Heâs too far gone and much too needy for foreplay. A deeply primal instinct has taken over the man you loveâyou can see it written all over his handsome face. And you welcome it, even as you whimper at the loss of his digits when he unceremoniously pulls them out of you. You welcome it as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door. You welcome it gladly as he hikes your dress up to your waist and rips your lacy panties right off your body.
You gasp, hearing the tearing of fabric as your flushed cheek is pressed into the wood of the door, shivering both from the exposure of the air on your bare ass and for what you know is next. Soon after, you hear the clink of his heavy belt and the woosh of his pants as they thump to the floor and then heâs filling you so completely that you are clawing at the door for purchase.
He canât stop the growl that comes from within when he sinks deep inside you to the hilt, bottoming out quickly. Heâs impatient and does not linger, however, instead pulling back and thrusting into you hard, gripping your hips like his life depends on it.
You manage to keep your gasps quiet as he sets a relentless pace. Your entire body tingles, the obscene sounds from your joining sending you hurtling towards the edge of your own release. He knows your body so well, rubbing desperate circles on your clit that, along with the way heâs filling you, already has your legs shaking and abdomen tensing with pleasure.
Neither of you are going to last long. Itâs evident as your breathing speeds up and the coil in your belly snaps, causing you to hit your climax hard with a strangled cry. The wave crests fast,and your walls tense and flutter around him. You love how he still can make you see stars, even in these circumstances. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering, and he follows soon after you with a relieved and gracious groan, pulsing and coating your walls with his arousal.
Heavy breathing is the only sound in the tiny space. Elvis envelops you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair as he pulls you close. You live for these moments when heâs stripped vulnerable, his love so evident and overflowing, making even a bathroom quickie more like making love than youâd had in over a decade of marriage.
You sigh into him, and he kisses the back of your head. âSorry about your panties, baby,â he whispers almost bashfully into your ear.
You canât help but laugh, âAt the rate you go through ruining them, you might as well just buy me the whole store, love.â
Elvis pulls out and turns you around, grasping your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. It has you melting into his arms, but you know you canât stay there long, not with a house full of people.
The swell of love you feel for this wonderful, talented, charismatic man is incredible. So many years of shared history has made it easy to slip into a comfortable life with him, so much so that you almost forget what your life was like before. Itâs not without its challenges, certainly. He is still mercurial, and you still get locked up in your own head sometimes. The both of you are stubborn as hell, especially now that youâve taken more agency for yourself in this relationship, more than you ever had with Jack.
As you pull apart and clean up, you feel incredibly lucky that things have worked out the way they have, despite so many years of struggles to make your way to each other.
Once put back together (though sure some of your guests will know exactly what was going on in the bathroom), you reach for the door. Elvis stops you.
âI was gonna wait âtil midnight and make it a big thing, but I just canât,â he drawls behind you.
âWait for what?â you ask quizzically, turning around.
You gasp and your heart begins to gallop in your chest as you watch him sink to one knee as best he can in the tiny space. He pulls a little black box from his pocket. Youâre afraid your heart might flutter right out of your body at the sight of it.
âYou make me a better man, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and I thank God every day that He put you in my life. I canât imagine tryinâ to go another day without you by my side. Now, I know it feels real soon, but if weâre honest, itâs been a long time cominâ, and I-I-I know youâre still in the middle of the divorce and all, but y/n, would you do me the honor of beinâ my wife?â Elvis asks, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Your heart drops into your stomach. Itâs both exhilaration and trepidation all at once, flooding every part of you. Part of you screams with excitement: Of course! Of course! Of course, Iâll be your wife!
But another part is filled with latent fearâfear of being consumed by another marriage so soon, still afraid that this man before you will love you and leave you like the rest. Elvis had said many times over the years that he wasnât really interested in marriage, and you canât help but think of that in this moment, as much as you donât want to.
âElvis,â you manage to breathe, âI thoughtâŠI thought you said you werenât the âmarrying kindâ? That you didnât want to be tied down? Are youâŠare you sure?â
You watch something flash in his eyes for a moment before he looks up at you again. He stands and takes your hands in his. âI-I said that cuz I didnât think I could ever have you. I knew I couldnât marry anyone else, wouldnât be right. Youâre the only one I ever truly wanted. I-I-IâŠyouâre my soulmate, y/n. Itâs only ever been you, honey,â he says quietly, laying it all out for you, as he pushes an errant strand of your hair behind your ear.
A happy tear trickles down your face. You know he loves youâhe tells you every day. But this is so much more than that. You didnât realize heâd put his entire life on hold for you like this. His soulmate.
As much as it scares you, you know itâs true. Heâs right. This inexplicable pull thatâs been between the two of you for all this time, the pull you tried so desperately to ignore and forget for so many years, is stronger than anything youâve ever felt for anyone in your life. Every cell in your body yearns for him, and he feels like home. You fit together perfectly. Now that youâre finally in sync, everything just works.
You cannot ignore the truth that finding your way to each other after all these years feels utterly meant to be. He is there when you need him. He brings out a side of you that you never knew existedâin the bedroom, with your music, your unyielding love for him, even in the hardest moments.
The way he gazes at you now, full of hope and love, makes your knees weak. But part of you is still scared that itâs too soon, that youâll lose yourself all over again.
Elvis reads your mind, sensing your doubts in that intuitive way of his. âThe wedding part doesnât hafta be right awayâŠI know we gotta wait for the divorce to be final anyway. But whenever youâre ready, whenever youâre comfortable, Iâll be here,â he says, pressing his forehead to yours.
This sends a sense of relief through you, a release of pressure. Finally, you find your voice. âLet me be your everything?â you whisper, taking his face in your hands, your eyes searching his deep and worldly ones.
Elvis knows what you are asking of him, and he doesnât think twice. His lips curl up into that beautiful grin of his as he nods. âYes, everything,â he says back.
âThen yes, yes, I will be your wife,â you laugh, through more happy tears.
âYes?â he asks joyfully, just to be sure.
âYes!â you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing his pliant and soft lips to yours.
His hands shake adorably when he slides the tasteful yet extravagantly sized diamond on your ring finger.
And it sits perfectly, as though his ring was always meant to be there. You both stare at it for a moment, your hand resting on top of his.
Squeezing your hand, Elvis looks at you with a boyish kind of awe. âAre you happy, baby?â he asks quietly, his long lashes fanning out as he runs his eyes over your face.
A moment of dĂ©jĂ vu hits you. Heâs asked you this before, many different times, and those moments flash through your head, reminding you of your deep history together. The history you now remember and share.
All heâs ever really wanted to do is make me happy, you realize. The thought sends warmth blooming through you.
You look up at him, into that handsome face that you want to spend eternity with. âOh, Iâm more than happy, my love,â you respond. And you are. So much so, you almost donât believe it. Then you pull him down for a sweet, soft kiss. He drinks you in as if you are oxygen, bringing you closer.
âAre you happy?â you ask as you nuzzle his nose.
âDarlinâ, Iâm so happy I wanna sing from the rooftop,â he drawls, grabbing your ass. âIâll marry ya right here in this damn bathroom, if I gotta. Gonna make you Mrs. Y/n Presley. Then I wanna parade you around and let everyone know youâre mine.â He almost growls the last part and presses his long body into yours.
You laugh. âWell, I donât think we have to resort to getting married in the bathroom, but Mrs. Y/n Presley has quite the nice ring to it,â you say, smiling, putting your hands in his back pockets.
âI love you,â Elvis says unabashedly, suddenly serious.
âI love you, too,â you whisper, kissing him again. âNow letâs go tell everyone how Iâm gonna make an honest man out of you.â
He laughs at that, a big and boisterous sound that makes your own heart sing.
And it will do so for the rest of your days.
*THE END*
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