#( but look how cute she is ! love her. 005. )

[spellboundstarlet]

your camera roll as caroline’s girlfriend — c. ducharme x fem!reader

authors note: at the end, it’s sort of implied that reader’s eyes are brown, so im sorry if that’s not the case for you.

this is nika + ines times because i miss and love them.

001. caroline was recovering from her hip surgery when this picture was snapped. your mutual friend had dropped by and gifted caroline a big plushie. you found the pair to be adorable, and took the picture.

002. nika took this picture. she was your biggest hype girl, and honorary third wheel when nahiem wasn’t present. the girl adored taking candid photos of you and caroline. she knew how much you liked them, it made you feel as if your relationship was straight out of a pinterest board.

003. caroline came over to study. she swore that she’d actually get some work done, so you put on a movie in the background just for some noise. not even fifteen minutes in, the girl fell asleep. you were going to wake her up, before noticing the way her brown hair fell into the shape of a heart on your textbook. you snapped a picture, and decided to let her sleep.

004. this picture was sent to you by your girlfriend. tonight was their team dinner, and she’d gotten all dressed up, as had you given you were a close friend to everyone on the team. taking the simple mirror selfie, she quickly sent it to you. the girl looked gorgeous, as always, but particularly so tonight. so you saved it.

005. the two of you were on the plane going to visit your family. you snapped the picture quickly before take off and sent it to nika. she saved it in chat, and told texted back, “did you save this? it’s cute!!”

006. this picture is also from the night of the team dinner. the two of you walked outside to take some pictures, and decided this little alleyway would be perfect. your girlfriend did a few poses while you stood taking pictures, in awe of how perfect she is.

007. late night practices were a common occurrence with the uconn girls. tonight it had been just ines and caroline, you couldn’t sleep either, so you tagged along. watching as the two girls played 1v1, shot baskets, and laughed together, you couldn’t help but feel happy yourself. as you were leaving, you took the picture of them, for memories.

008. after a game, nika and caroline sat next to eachother to pose. nika looked at someone else taking pictures of the team, while your girlfriend looked directly at you and smiled. you took the picture of her, simply because she looked so cute. moments after the photo was taken, the brunette mouthed to you “i love you”, which further melted your heart.

009. another candid by nika. parties weren’t either of your forte’s, but you’d gone to one that night. staying with your girlfriend the entire time, as to avoid the awkward guys who’d try to interact with you the second you were alone. holding onto the girl tightly, you swayed back and forth. cute moments like this were nika’s favorite to photograph.

010. another cute simple moment. a kiss by the water, both in your favorite dresses. caroline made this one her lock screen.

011. this is something you’d found on pinterest, and sent it to her. some would call you “golden retriever + black cat duo” but at heart, she was an orange cat, and you were the black cat. she was the tooth rottingly sweet one, while you were more introverted. this made you the perfect pair.

012. a silly picture you took, which only ever ended up in your weekly photo dumps. her face next to yours, showcasing her beautiful brown eyes next to yours.

divs are by @/anitalenia , feedback encouraged. taglist; @bveckers @kmoneymartini @cosmopretty @charlottehughess @aubreygriffin @sydneyindawoodz @favreader23

[daiseukiis]

╰ ⋆ 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ଓ.° ╮

PLAYING.... SONG ONE OF THE LOVE SONG PLAYLIST : 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

001 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐀𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ❛ 𝐌𝐀𝐄 ❜ has recently transferred to japan university from california ; given a dance scholarship to help their struggling dance team make it to nationals. this year she is appointed as captain with that exact goal. everything is all fine until she meets a certain german striker from her university's football team.

FEAT. michael kaiser x oc

CONTENTS. smau! dancer!oc, college au, crack, squint to find that fluff maybe and angst. REFERENCES FROM MULTIPLE SPORTS SERIES. suggestive theme, 18+ behaviour, explicit and mature topics ( not too often but warnings will be posted )

A/N. despite it x oc it’s basically also x fem!reader. the love song playlist smau series happens in the same universe, names are given for each love story so it doesn't get confusing. FOLLOW MY TIKTOK FOR THE MEMES. if you would like to join the tag list please fill out THIS FORM

MAE'S FANCLUB | RICH BBGS

𓄹 ⌗ 001. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀no bitches? 𓄹 ⌗ 002. ⠀⠀⠀⠀the dance team is ass 𓄹 ⌗ 003. ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'm busy oliver 𓄹 ⌗ 004. ⠀⠀⠀⠀🗣 B O O 🗣 𓄹 ⌗ 005. ⠀⠀⠀⠀take the l bitch 𓄹 ⌗ 006. ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'll go 𓄹 ⌗ 007. ⠀⠀⠀⠀we ain’t the akinator 𓄹 ⌗ 008. ⠀⠀⠀⠀violence isn’t cute comin’ from you

𓄹 ⌗ 009. ⠀⠀⠀⠀DATE ???? 𓄹 ⌗ 010. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀MORNING MAE 🥰 𓄹 ⌗ 011. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀do i know you 𓄹 ⌗ 012. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀it's her hobby 𓄹 ⌗ 013. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀should we kiss? 𓄹 ⌗ 014. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BEWARE 𓄹 ⌗ 015. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀one and only 𓄹 ⌗ 016. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀shitty taste in men 𓄹 ⌗ 017. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀kens to earth 𓄹 ⌗ 018. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀the moon looks beautiful tonight 𓄹 ⌗ 019. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀be scared 𓄹 ⌗ 020. ⠀⠀⠀⠀rip maedays 😔💔

𓄹 ⌗ 021. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀did kaiser just kiss you 𓄹 ⌗ 022. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pass 𓄹 ⌗ 023. ⠀⠀⠀⠀how civil are we talking 𓄹 ⌗ 024. ⠀⠀⠀⠀suck ass michael kaiser 𓄹 ⌗ 025. ⠀⠀⠀⠀moment of weakness 𓄹 ⌗ 026. ⠀⠀⠀⠀is this rejection 𓄹 ⌗ 027. ⠀⠀⠀⠀WTAF IS THAT 😭 𓄹 ⌗ 028. ⠀⠀⠀⠀are you wearing my hoodie 𓄹 ⌗029. ⠀⠀⠀⠀cry your heart

𓄹 ⌗ova 001. ⠀⠀⠀⠀retail therapy 𓄹 ⌗ova 002. ⠀⠀⠀⠀passenger princess

extra & asks

SPONSERS ( OPEN ) ,,, @okkotsuus @yuyan @ryuverse @renjiishot @aoshei @heartyouwon @roe-sinning @vvasant @eishtar @kakujis

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

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[taeyegu]

introduce me a good person — 005. me instead of you

previous // next

word count — 988

warning(s) — mentions of food/drink, swearing, mentions of cheating/infidelity 

it had been two days since wonwoo broke the news about sejun cheating on y/n to his other male roommates. the four were currently in jun's office awaiting for y/n's arrival for them to all enjoy some fried chicken soonyoung had bought after losing his bet.

"have you told her yet woo?" jihoon asked while sitting across from him. jihoon could easily tell that wonwoo was on edge about all of this from his constant glasses adjusting and picking at his thumb.

"i haven't gotten the proper chance to yet... she's been so busy these past few days and y/n looks so stressed." he sighed, "i don't want to throw this on her randomly, like, i want to find a good time to sit her down and tell her."

"that makes sense," soonyoung commented, "you can probably tell her in a bit while we're all here."

"i agree!" jun added, "she might feel a little better if she knows that we're all here to support her and willing to run over sejun for her!" for extra emphasis, the doctor added a cute little finger heart at the end of his sentence.

before wonwoo could say anything, the person in question abruptly poked her head into dr. moon's office.  "hey guys," y/n said out of breath, "i know we planned to eat chicken but sejun just called me and surprised me with reservations at the restaurant i had to cancel last time! isn't he just the sweetest!"

the other doctors were in shock but didn't get the chance to say anything as y/n continued on her ramble, "i need to go change and i'll meet him in a bit since he's picking me up so you all don't have to worry about me--enjoy the chicken and i promise next time it's on me!" before y/n closed the office door she gave the men a genuine smile.

"what are you going to do wonwoo?" soonyoung asked still in shock from what happened. but wonwoo didn't respond and before he could process what he was doing, he exited his friend's office into the elevator. he pressed the button taking him down to the hospital's parking lot.

as the metal doors opened, he saw the familiar car and the man of the hour leaning on his car's hood. as the elevator opened, sejun looked up and was surprised to see his girlfriend's roommate standing there.

"oh hey wonwoo, you heading home for the night?" sejun asked with a smile on his lips.

wonwoo had never liked sejun. not back in college when the two were roommates, and especially not when he had introduced sejun to y/n back at the end of their freshmen year. there was something wonwoo had always considered to be off about him but there were no words (even in his vocabulary) that wonwoo could use to describe kim sejun. not until now at least...

"you're a cheater." wonwoo stated firmly squaring up the man in front of him. wonwoo could see the way his eyes popped out of his face but sejun quickly regained his composure. he got off from his car and also straightened out but silently cursed himself for not wearing his insoles as the man with glasses had a few extra inches on him.

"i beg your pardon? what are you--"

"don't act innocent. i saw you the other day at the sector 17 club. you--"

"there have been multiple times i was at a club wonwoo," sejun rudely interjected, "i'm merely networking--"

"the day you cancelled on y/n after she had planned out a date for the two of you." wonwoo saw sejun falter another time, "i caught you stumbling out of the club with another woman and the two of you getting into a car together." wonwoo took a deep breath, "you need to break up with y/n."

instead of another scared look like wonwoo was expecting, sejun smirked and looked up at the guy. it was so blatantly obvious how fond wonwoo was over his girlfriend. sejun had always known. ever since the two were roommates in college, sejun saw how happy wonwoo was whenever he was in the presence of y/n and quite frankly, it made him sick. how could a guy still be in love with another man's girlfriend?

"mind your own business would you woo?" wonwoo tsked at the nickname, "this isn't your relationship to be worried over." sejun patted his hands on wonwoos shoulder as he tried to move away from the stand off.

"y/n is my best friend." wonwoo stated, "i'm not letting her waste her time and engery on a relationship with a pathetic asshole like you--you and i both know that she deserves way better than what you have to offer."

"if she deserves better why did she choose me instead of you?"

this was the first time in their altercation where wonwoo was the one that was taken aback. unfortunately, wonwoo didn't get to have the final say as the annoying ding of the elevator resonated in the underground parking lot.

the two men turned their heads to see y/n step out with a confused look on her face. she ran over and clung onto sejun's arm and wonwoo couldn't help but feel his heart drop into his stomach, " woo what are you doing here? i though you guys were eating chicken in jun's office?" y/n asked with a smile on her face.

"y-yeah," he stuttered, "uh the guys wanted some more cider so i decided to get some for them and i uh ran into sejun here..." he nodded his head towards the smirking bastard.

"y/n let's go, we don't want to miss our reservations!" sejun said while pulling her along with him. y/n waved goodbye to her friend and wonwoo watched as the car quickly drove away.

[kynrki]

if your moots met Enhypen what do you think would they do? will the members appreciate them? Love trope oop-

HI!! im so sorry this is late!!! you sent this jus as i went into hiatus😓😓😓

001. @hikyeom

felt like they met enha they would be chill about it. like i feel yes they would be like screaming on the inside but ik on the outside they woukd appear calm and collected. def get along with jay i feel….but if it was svt on the other hand……

002. @ox1-lovesick

LOLOL OKAY SO SAV LMAO i feel they would do dumb shit idk man. like accidentally trip in front of them and like idk make them laugh with out even trying to😭,, i also feel like niki would def like them bc they funny and have a good vibe to be around!!!

003. @luvhooniez

KAE MY DAY 1 BAE😓💓💓so i feel like kae would be so cute fr. like they would look at her so softly and like kinda care for them (esp jungwon i feel),, LOLOL would 100% say something they weren’t supposed to tho☠️ but overall make them smile!!!

004. @hyeki

#FURRY4LYF 100% would also say dumb shit.😭😭and like be so random, they would look at them like ‘what are you even on?’ but they couldn’t careless i fear. would also talk about furries……….LMAO IM JKJK but in general will have a good funny vibe around them and kinda makes jake laugh (i never said that tho)

005. @deeznutsriki

MY BAE HI!!! again i feel vv soft vibes from her!!! like i feel like she wouldn’t say anything, ONLY bc she doesn’t wanna hurt anyones feelings or say something wrong,, but i think she would get along with them vv well and have a entertaining conversation.

006. @delcakoo

LMAO EMA😭😭😭i feel ema would literally drool for them. like she would literally stare at them for a good minute before actually saying anything…..also blurts out random things that makes them think ‘okay?’ LMAO IM SORRY EMA BUT IDK ESP FOR HEESEUNG😭😭😭

007. @haknom

AYLA 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 i feel ayla would lowkey be vv cool about it all. like in the sense that the way she carries herself, they would be like ‘woah who is that’ sorta?? and would immediately smile if she started talking with them!!! vv positive and all!!

008. @completelyrain

MALI 🤭🥰 LMAO ANOTHER PERSON WHO WOULD BE SO CHAOTIC!!!! like literally the words will jus keep flying out of her mouth non stop. im talking about mali talking x10 normal speed, ☠️LMAOAOA I LOVE MALI SM😭😭😭

009. @yenqa

YENI🤞🏼🤞🏼yen i feel like would be dying on the inside and outside. (sorry not sorry😘🤭) LIKE??? hands would be shaking, sweat forming on her forehead and hands. literally about to like pass out or something esp if they look concerned at her,, but will regain herself again and introduce herself properly,, sunoo would 100% feel bad and try to comfort her!!!

010. @trsrina

INA💓imy😓 BUT i think ina would be vv much like frozen. they would literally stand in one spot and you would literally have to force them to talk/move bc they will not budge a single bit😭😭😭like they would think its all in their imagination bc how is it even real (same) LMAO😭

[olivia-pierce]

Task 01

001. what is your full name?

Gemma Pierce

002. what is your parents names? (what was their occupation?)

Andrew and Laura Pierce. My father was a lawyer and my mother was a doctor.

003. do you have any allergies, diseases or other physical weaknesses?

Nope, nothing of the sort.

004. write a full physical description of yourself. you might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

I'm 5'2 and weigh about 115 pounds. I'm white with dark brown hair and eyes. My typical style is between cute casual and classy. As for body marks or scars or tattoos. I have a birthmark on my hip.

005. to which social class did you belong in before the outbreak?

I was upper class.

006. are you right- or left-handed?

Right-handed

007. what does your voice sound like?

I would say my voice is on the lighter side. I guess etheral would be the term?

008. what words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

Hmm a phrase that i use to use frequently was breathe, its a bad day, not a bad life. Don't think that works now.

009. what was your first kiss like and with who?

Oh i honestly dont remember. I guess it wasn't so great if i cant remember.

010. do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? are you in love right now?

Can i skip this question please? It's a bit of a sensitive topic for me.

011. how do you feel about marriage?

Not so sure. I use to be married but now i'm divorced so it's not great in my opinion.

012. who are / is your best friend? what do you like about them?

Oh that's easy. Lux, she is my other half. A sister that i've always wanted. @collapseqz

013. when was the last time you were hurt? who did it?

A while ago by my ex-husband.

014. talk about one person you've met recently and what did you think of them?

Sebastian, he's such a sweetie. So kind and quite adorable really. @instinctsqz

015. would you say that you're more of a leader or a follower?

Probably a follower. I don't think i'd do a very good job leading people though i am a doctor.

016. when was the moment you really realized that the outbreak wasn't going away? that your life was completely changed? if you were a kid, when do you think you realized you grew up?

When I lost my daughter. It changed my life completely.

017. what's your weapon of choice?

Oh im not sure, really

018. what do you look for in a partner? or describe what your dream partner would be like? what do they look like? what color is their hair? how tall are they? what's their attitude like? be descriptive.

what i look for in a partner? Well someone kind, gentle, with a great sense of humor. Dare i say, a beast in bed. Someone who can be themselves around me, who isn't afraid to be vulnerable with me either. Looks? Tall, dark hair with a beard. Im a sucker for men with beards. I would think 5'9 or taller. Their attitude, hmm well not a complete asshole. Someone who is positive and loving.

019. what are you afraid of? tangible and unavoidable? (tangible: spiders, ghosts, snakes / unavoidable: aging, dying)

Snakes for sure and for unavoidable, i would say dying. It's a scary thing.

020. what is your worst memory?

The day i lost my daughter

021. What is your favorite memory?

The day she was born.

022. what’s your reputation with the people around you. do they like you? dislike you? why?

Uhh i guess i would say im a good person, kind. I would hope they like me. I'm not quiet sure, you should ask around.

023. if you could relive one memory, one last time which would it be?

Holding my daughter in my arms one last time, hearing her laugh.

024. when you were a kid were you bullied or teased? for what?

I was teased a lot for being a bookworm. For choosing my studies over being social.

025. if you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?

That life is going to be hard but there will be times where there are people who will help you through it.

026. what is a goal you want to accomplish before you die?

Not feeling the guilt of not saving my daughter.

027. if you could pick anyone in town to tell your life story, who would it be and why?

Hmm Alex. Haven't really spoken to her but she seems like a good person who would have the patience to sit and listen. @alexsaysdrink

028. do you believe there is or could be a cure to be made? and do you think that it could restore humanity?

I can't say i believe it or not but i pray that one day it can be made. Maybe, only time will tell.

029. if the outbreak never happened, what would you have wanted to do for a living?

I would continue being a doctor.

[pughface]

soft baby

[srjlvr]

YOURS, CLASS PREZ !!

PAIRING: class prez!yang jungwon x class prez!fem!reader — ft. highschool student!Kim Sunoo. (++ rest of enha & some more idols)

SYNOPSIS: In which the school’s top students, also known as the biggest class presidents of their own class and rivals, has to work on a huge project for their school and compete in a national competition……all together?!?

GENRE: enemies to lovers!au, fake dating!au, love triangle!au, angst, fluff, crack as well, slowburn, overall just a roller coaster of emotions ig.

WARNINGS: if we speaking overall then we have to count my horrible humor, i curse a lot so there are probably gonna be a lot of curse words as well, yn and jungwon being TOO mean and BITCHY to each other.

EXTRA NOTES: yes, im gonna use yuna as the fc for this one, i really hope this smau won’t make you hate me bc💔💔 enemies to lovers can be real mean sometimes, i hope you’ll find a way to like this smau, i promise i’ll try my best to do it better than wgm as well bc it was aWFUL. ++ also sPECIAL SPECIAL thanks to my one and only 💞 anon)): without her i would’ve just delete it)): she has an amazing ideas and she helped me with developing it more!! make sure to send love to her!!

## — STATUS: completed !!

## — UPDATES: —

## — TAGLIST: closed! thank you for everyone who supported this journey!

— Official playlist 🎶🎧

profiles!

001 — what🤨

002 — get out // + Written !!

003 — all my friends are toxic💔💔

004 — if i can make you live in a nightmare so why should i leave? // Written !!

005 — who tf still says yeet

006 — all alone. // Written !!

007 — Kim Sunoo . // Written !!

008 — PLAY IT COOL PLAY IT COOL

009 — HARU GAYYYYYYY

010 — fuck them bitches // + Written !!

011 — she looks like a businesswoman but i just took her to a cafe // + Written !!

012 — think i just got friendzoned

013 — first time to not feel any regret after doing so. // + Written !!

014 — Jay’s younger sibling, OFF LIMITS // Written !!

015 — ive been angry at you since you were born // + Written !!

016 — Glad to do some business with you, class prez // + Written !!

017 — If you’re really that apologetic, show it somehow. // Written !!

018 — park yn .

019 — its okay to cry // + Written !!

020 — how to make sunoo fall inlove with yn!! // + Written !!

021 — ‘ugh im lonely today i have nothing to do’

022 — new me my ass // + Written !!

023 — good morning rat x2

024 — Remember that one time when we hang out after Jay made me feeling shitty? // Written !!

025 — it was cute at first but can you not?

026 — Fuck. // Written !!

027 — i can simp for my baes txt❤️

028 — me, running away from my crush bc they dont like me back?

029 — why does it hurt so much? // + Written !!

030 — Fake Dating Rules !

031 — Heart-shaped-pancakes // Written !!

032 — im gonna end up dating sunghoon’s dog atp

033 — YANG TO THE JUNG TO THE WON

034 — The show must go on // Written !!

035 — come on jungwon dont be shy☺️☺️

036 — Yellow tulips and heartbreaks // Written !!

037 — where’s sunoo?

038 — learning to accept the fate // Written !!

039 — jay’s a proud dad // Written !!

040 — my own class prez <3

SPECIAL EP — what would’ve happen if…

[kurowvie]

notes:

⋆ the angst part is like... real angsty (esp number 52, it got my eye twitching)

⋆ the angst part has some sensitive topics like being blamed for someone's death and mental illnesses

⋆ it was really hard for me to think of fluff prompts so i got almost all prompts after number 15 from here.

⋆ I don't write smuts (U), yandere(U), mafia(C), agere(C) or poly(C)

U = uncomfortable writing

C = i just can't write these, the final product is usually shit HELP

A N G S T

001. ❝Stay away from me.❞

002. ❝I can't believe you've done this!❞

003. ❝Can I ask you one thing? Could you... Could you please leave me alone right now?❞

004. ❝You're a psycho!❞

005. ❝Revenge is not the answer to everything!❞

006. ❝Do you like hurting people?❞

007. ❝Why are you acting like this?❞

008. ❝Maybe if you weren't being a b*tch.❞

009. ❝You're so annoying.❞

010. ❝F*ck off!❞

011. ❝How can you be so happy?❞

012. ❝You should be sad.❞

013. ❝You broke me first.❞

014. ❝Why are you always so negative?❞

015. ❝I can't handle your *mental illness* anymore. Forgive me.❞

016. ❝You're sick!❞

017. ❝You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.❞

018. ❝I saved you!❞

019. ❝I was eighteen! I was jobless, I had no family, I couldn't get into a good university! Then came your stupid little heart break, I had to leave everything and come to your house in the middle of the night! I missed my admission test because you wanted me to be there for you! That night I went home and had nothing to eat! Not even a single slice of bread while you had the latest phone, the most comfortable bed, all the food you ever wanted, rich parents who got you into your favourite university but when you cried I came! Why? Because I was your best friend. ❞

020. ❝When your b*tchy girlfriend said shit about me, I said nothing because i knew you would believe her, like you always did. Like you are doing right now. And... God must hate me because I have no single proof that she did that.❞

021. ❝Tsk tsk tsk.❞

022. ❝This is why no one loves you.❞

023. ❝This is why your parents are dead.❞

024. ❝You killed your parents.❞

025. ❝If I had a child like you, I would k/ll myself too.❞

026. ❝You deserve nothing.❞

027. ❝You belong to the streets.❞

028. ❝You could never fit in.❞

029. ❝You're so embarrassing.❞

030. ❝I'm ashamed to be seen in public with you.❞

031. ❝You dress like trash.❞

032. ❝You can never get things done.❞

033. ❝I don't know why I told you to do that when I knew you would mess it up, like you always do.❞

034. ❝Stop thinking about yourself for a moment.❞

035. ❝You're so selfish.❞

036. ❝No this isn't self-love. You're so obsessed with yourself, gosh.❞

037. ❝Do you realize that other people also have feelings.❞

038. ❝Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?❞

039. ❝Why don't you believe me?❞

040. ❝You out of everyone!?❞

041. ❝I regret loving you.❞

042. ❝All I ever wanted was to be enough for you!❞

043. ❝I was insecure!❞

044. ❝Maybe in another life.❞

045. ❝I can't stay here anymore.❞

046. ❝Gosh, I hate you so much.❞

047. ❝You left me there crying!❞

048. ❝I was just trying to get close to you-❞ ❝You were embarrassing me!❞

049. ❝I... I don't know what to do now.❞

050. ❝Please love me back.❞

051. ❝F*CK THE PATRIARCHY!❞

052. ❝Aw, did i hurt your wittle feelings?❞

F L U F F

001. ❝Let me get that for you.❞

002. ❝Here, hold my hands.❞

003. ❝Would a kiss make you feel better?❞

004. ❝Your hands are so small.❞

005. ❝We fit into each other's arms perfectly! We're meant to be!❞

006. ❝If I could do anything to ease your pain, I would.❞

007. ❝You're so strong and I am so proud of you.❞

008. ❝I told you that you could do it!❞

009. ❝I will be here beside you.❞

010. ❝You are the best thing that happened to me.❞

011. ❝You're the most beautiful person i've ever seen.❞

012. ❝You look cute but you'd look cuter in my clothes.❞

013. ❝Your smile is so pretty.❞

014. ❝You're so good at what you do.❞

015. ❝I wish I could be as talented as you!❞

016. ❝Come cuddle.❞

017. ❝Damn, you look so good.❞

018. ❝You're so good at this!❞

019. ❝And I thought I was the best at this.❞

020. ❝I like the way your hand fits in mine.❞

021. ❝You can't leave without letting me hug you first.❞

022. ❝Your lips are really warm.❞

023. ❝You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.❞

024. ❝Why are you staring at me like that!❞ ❝Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.❞

025. ❝Would you mind if I kissed you?❞

026. ❝I remember when you first held my hand. I was blushing for days!❞

027. ❝God, you’re perfect.❞

028. ❝You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.❞

028. ❝I don't mean this in a creepy way but you're so cute when you're half asleep.❞

029. ❝You are my new pillow.❞

030. ❝I think I love you.❞

031. ❝Don’t be silly. You didn't upset me.❞

032. ❝Your bed head is really cute.❞

033. ❝I love your hugs.❞

034. ❝Shush and go back to bed.❞

035. ❝But I want to hear you sing.❞

036. ❝I like it when you pat my head.❞

037. ❝Let me do it for you.❞

038. ❝I think that's enough for today. Go sleep.❞

039. ❝I feel this urge to protect you whenever I'm around you and I know you're tough and badass but... still. So, please let me be there for you and protect you.❞

040. ❝Here, I saved some for you. Try it?❞

041. ❝You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.❞

042. ❝This would look so cute on you!❞

043. ❝Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.❞

044. ❝C'mon, with anyone else this would be too weird.❞

045. ❝That sounds like a bad idea. I’m in.❞

046. ❝I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.❞

047. ❝I am who I am because of you.❞

048. ❝Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?❞

049. ❝Wow - you look… amazing.❞

050. ❝We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?❞

[hezuart]

How would Evan acted around Ozzie and Fizz

Ozzie/Asmodeus and Evan:

Evan likes jazzy stuff so he would probably like Ozzie's songs. I mentioned Evan is a panromantic grey asexual. On the rare occasion he is physically attracted to someone he becomes almost obsessed in fantasy over them but otherwise manages to keep his cool. Meanwhile, he likes the idea of physical intimacy very much, so despite Ozzie's show and songs being a little too graphic for his tastes, he can very well appreciate them. (probably from a distance, if that makes any sense)

(Also Angel Dust is his best friend, and Angel works under an abusive controlling pimp meanwhile everyone who works for Ozzie looks like they actually want to be there and seem to be paid well, so Evan appreciates the joint and respects it.)

Ozzie is a prince of hell, just as Evan technically is, so they are considered high-class demons but their work is very different from each other's so I don't see them becoming close friends or anything any time soon.

Fizz and Evan:

The real Fizz just got revealed and despite being born an imp(?) his arms and legs appear to have been replaced by robotic parts. As to how or why yet is unclear, but I sense a tragic past of some kind, but despite whatever happened to him, he seems just fine mentally. He seems happy where he is and seems to have a good relationship with Ozzie. Otherwise, Fizz sort of exclusively works for Ozzie's, and seeing as it is a sexual show for couples only, the likelihood of Evanthos Magne ever showing up to that joint is .005% so I don't these two would ever meet.

RoboFizz and Evan:

The Robo Fizz on the other hand is a different story since they are everywhere. Evan would often go to amusement parks with Charlie and probably see many shows performed by Robo Fizz. Evan and his sister are both drama kids of some kind who love the stage, so Evan absolutely would appreciate and love the work Robo Fizz does in the entertainment business. (As for the Sexual aspect of RoboFizz, Evan likes to ignore that part)

Verosika and Evan:

Because Charlie sings a lot of pop songs she might actually be a fan of Verosika, and because Evan grew up around those pop songs from Charlie he would like them. (though he would still prefer old jazz/swing like his uncle Alastor) At most he would probably just request an autograph from Verosika for his sister Charlie as a gift. No other real interaction from them. Verosika might find him cute, but he would politely decline any of her services or relationship since he is aware she has a drinking problem and would rather not deal with the baggage & gossip she comes with.

[ofwannabees]

𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  :  𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞  𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥  .

the  “  i’d  tell  you  i  miss  you  ,  but  i  don’t  know  how  ”  chapter  .

𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝             𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝  /  ❝  everything  out  of  reach  ,  someone  bigger  brought  down  for  you  .  wasn't  it  beautiful  running  wild  'til  you  fell  alseep  ?  before  the  monsters  caught  up  to  you  .  ❞

track 001. “it’s alright, just wait and see. your string of lights is still bright to me.” are you kidding me? that childhood innocence that’s such a big part of their dynamic. honourable mentions: seven. and just the way kitty has been cruel and made mistakes but he’s still ultimately there for her if she would swallow her pride and ask bc he still sees her!! her string of lights is still bright to him!!

𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍             𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎  𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 - 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚍𝚔𝚎  /  ❝  i  was  young  and  caught  in  the  crowd  .  i  didn't  know  then  what  i  know  now  .  i  was  dumb  and  i  was  proud  ,  and  i'm  sorry  .  ❞

track 002. the,, sad part of their dynamic. “when the kids called him weird, he didn’t try to deny it.” loud and proud jamie cromwell, the exact kind of person that desperately trying to fit in kitty maddox couldn’t be seen with. she turned a blind eye to the way cherry treated him as she was taken in by the popular kids. as time went on, she was even the one doing teasing and picking fights.

𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊            𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝  /  ❝  are  you  still  the  same  soul  i  met  under  the  bleachers  ?  i  guess  i'll  never  know  &  you'll  go  on  with  the  show  .  but  it's  never  too  late  to  come  back  to  my  side  .  ❞

track 003. jamie was always a safe place to land. someone stable to come home to. even though katherine has changed, jamie never did. there’s no expiration date on offering her the spot next to him. “if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know, you know you always know me.”

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢            𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌  /  ❝  i  know  how  it  feels  being  by  yourself  in  the  rain  .  we  all  need  someone  to  stay  .  ❞

track 004. he knows!! he gets it!! i cry a lil bit when i think abt the fact kitty often feels like a lot of the people in her life don’t understand (doesn’t help that she doesn’t let them in to try) or that the people she loves often leave, yet she’s here kicking jamie to the curb and telling him to get lost when he tries to be there for her. we ALL need someone to stay, kitty!!

𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚞𝚜             𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝  /  ❝  this  is  looking  like  a  contest  of  who  can  act  like  they  care  less  ,  but  i  liked  it  better  when  you  were  on  my  side  .  the  battle's  in  your  hands  now  but  i  would  lay  my  armor  down  if  you  said  you'd  rather  love  than  fight  .  ❞

track 005. the belle of the ball right here. THEIR song. the story of them is looking a lot like a tragedy rn BUT a lot of it comes back to their chapter title. i’d tell you i miss you, but i don’t know how. kitty isn’t good at swallowing her pride and going back to jamie. she is STRUGGLING to say she’d rather love than fight. that she misses her friend. so many things she wishes he knew!! standing alone in a crowded room is such “being popular but still feeling alone” but she’s also,, simply not brave enough to publicly be friends with the town freak. she’s on thin ice i am so sorry jamie

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢             𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎  𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚜  /  ❝  maybe  i  should've  ,  but  i  never  told  you  i'm  sorry  .  know  that  i  tried  but  my  words  always  got  in  the  way  .  could  you  hold  me  without  any  talking  ?  we  could  try  to  go  back  where  we  started  .  i  don't  even  have  to  stay  ,  but  if  i  woke  up  with  you  in  the  morning  ,  i'd  forget  all  the  ways  that  we're  broken  .  ❞

track 006. this is almost a cute lil look into the future!! without any talking being the key words lmaoo when she finally gets over herself and reaches out for one of the best friends she’s ever had?? good shit right there.

@jamiecromwell​

[bessmrvin]

CHARACTER  STUDY.

LAYER 001 :    THE OUTSIDE.

NAME  : elizabeth ‘bess’ marvin

EYE   COLOR  : dark brown

HAIR   STYLE   /   COLOR  : black, mid-back length / typically, flat-ironed straight.

HEIGHT  :  5′5″

CLOTHING   STYLE  : loveslovesloves fluffy cute fashion. the selkie dresses? she has them all. the strawberry dress? she has a rip-off. she is very fashion centric, so she stays up on the most recent trends but favors more soft feminine looks.

BEST   PHYSICAL   FEATURE : bess would say her smile. every boyfriend of hers had a different answer lol.

LAYER 002 :    THE  INSIDE.

FEARS  : left behind, never figuring out what to do with her life, boring life, never falling properly in love.

GUILTY   PLEASURE  :  ice cream, watching bad soap operas.

BIGGEST   PET   PEEVE :  cracking knuckles/joints

AMBITIONS   FOR   THE   FUTURE  :  uh..... figuring that out.

LAYER 003 :   THOUGHTS.

FIRST   THOUGHTS   WAKING   UP  : ugh, where’s my phone? alarm off.

WHAT   THEY   THINK   ABOUT   MOST  :  love

WHAT   THEY   THINK   ABOUT   BEFORE   BED  :  the next day, her outfit for tomorrow, her skincare routine.

WHAT   THEY   THINK   THEIR   BEST   QUALITY   IS  : kindness

LAYER 004 :    WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE   OR   GROUP   DATES  :     single

TO   BE   LOVED   OR   RESPECTED  :  loved

BEAUTY   OR   BRAINS  :  brains

DOGS   OR   CATS  :  cats

LAYER 005 :    DO THEY…

LIE  :  she is really bad at lying.

BELIEVE   IN   THEMSELVES  : yes.

BELIEVE   IN   LOVE  : yesyesyes

WANT   SOMEONE  : always.

LAYER 006 :    HAVE THEY EVER…

BEEN   ON   STAGE  :  no.

DONE   DRUGS  :  she’s smoked weed, but didnt really enjoy it.

CHANGED   WHO   THEY   WERE   TO   FIT   IN  : when she was in middle school, but she loves herself now.

LAYER 007 :    FAVORITES.

FAVORITE   COLOR  :  pink

FAVORITE   ANIMAL  :   penguin

FAVORITE   BOOK  :    she’s a historical romance fan so she loves bridgerton.

FAVORITE   GAME  :    favors point-and-click mystery games - so she can feel like nancy drew.

LAYER 008 :    AGE.

DAY   THEIR   NEXT   BIRTHDAY   WILL   BE  : june 23, a thursday

HOW   OLD   WILL   THEY   BE  :  verse dependent.

LAYER 010 :    FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I   LOVE  :   love.

I   FEEL  :   a lot.

I   HIDE  :   candy.

I   MISS  :   the clue crew.

I   WISH  :  to find my purpose.

TAGGED  BY:  no one lol TAGGING: steal it and tag me.

[exosmutfactory]

Six Phases 005 Pt 1

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N:  Hi, welcome to a 22.6K MONSTER of a chapter. Thank you.

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst, & smut ]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1) ✓  P(2) | Part 6

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The club is more alive than ever tonight. Almost everyone has taken to the dance floor and the place is packed everywhere with grinding bodies. It's not hard getting lost in the crowd.

I can barely see over the majority of the crowd in my stilettos. You'd think my current 5'10 height would make it easier to spot Baekhyun in the room, but nope, the flashing of lights and mass of bodies could conceal a damn pink polka dotted elephant from your eyes.

After spinning around to avoid the elbow of a particularly non-coordinated individual, I nearly crashed into the person behind me. "Excuse m-" My eyes widen at the familiar head of silver hair before I smile, "Hey."

Baekhyun chuckles, settling his hands on my hips; a brow raised in amusement, "Hello." He huskily replies; locks of hair attractively dangling in his eyes. He's adoring a red shirt with white scripted words all over it, black leather pants that make his thighs look scrumptious, and black heeled boots to match. Looking like a full course meal as always—and even more so than usual with that alluring look in his kohl outlined eyes.

Quickly reeling in my steadily-rising urges, I keep moving to the tempo of the moderate-paced music; loosely wrapping my arms around his neck, "What took so long? I thought I lost you for a second."

"Minseok hyung went on a tangent over how much business has been booming since he incorporated cheerwine-vodka drinks to the bar." He chuckles again, twirling me around with an adorable smile. "Your southern delicacy is really popular around here."

I grin, "It's the best of the best."

Baekhyun hums, pulling me closer and tilting his head to plant a kiss on my cherry red lips; causing me to giggle. "What?" He looks at me, smiling adorably.

"Nothing." I smile bashfully; cheeks warmed from the gesture.

"Come on," Spinning me around again, he suddenly dips my body; making me gasp as his hand rests securely on my back and lips brush against mine. Warm minty breath caressing my cheek, "Tell me."

"I-I just..." Locking eyes as he pulls me back up, I can't help but flush at his adoring stare. "Being with you, like this." I gesture to the dancefloor; blissfully unbothered by the pleasantly chaotic environment, and the thundering pound of music with him—and his firm body—so close and so warm. His comforting presence brings a smile to my lips, "It's nice."

His smile widens, a look of understanding flashing in his brown eyes. "I knew you had a kink for dancing with me."

Choking on a laugh, I smack his bicep; leaning on him for support as his contagious amusement rings in my ears. Would it be too mushy of me to say how utterly adorable Baekhyun is when he smiles like this? All bright crescent moon eyes, glowy cheeks and a boxy grin that I just want to kiss right off his pouty lips. His smile could light up the whole galaxy, not even the sun can deny that.

"And what if I do?" I murmur lowly, sliding my hand up his arm and down his chest; feeling the lean muscle underneath. "You got quiet," I muse, flickering my eyes up to his; quickly gulping at the pure lust swirling in his brown orbs.

Baekhyun grabs my wrist and slides my hand back up his chest, holding eye contact as he sucks my finger between his lips. The piercing gaze in his dark orbs making me sway out of rhythm—something he catches with a winning smirk. He tightens his grip on my hip, leaning to whisper into my ear, "Then I'm willing to fulfill your needs, baby."

Gulping at his deliberate lick of lips, a new song breaks me out of our little bubble. The familiar 8-count instrumental seems to trigger Baekhyun's memory as well; his hand releasing mine as I kick off my heels before his stable singing voice reaches my surprised ears.

"She got the mmm, brown eyes, caramel thighs. Long hair, no wedding ring," He gives a cute little nod, raising his brow attractively, "hey." He walks closer, causing me to step back to fully admire his confident aura. "I saw you lookin' from across the way. And now I really wanna know your name..."

He continues in that hypnotizing way of his—little sinful body rolls and confident crotch grabs—holding eye contact as if the words are meant for me; mouthing along with a satisfied smirk on his inviting lips.

"I love her hips, curves, lips say the words." He lightly brushes his hands over my thighs and up my waist, walking around to whisper into my individual ears along with the beat. "Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami."

"I kiss her, this love is like a dream..."

He brings my hand to his shoulder while grasping my other one, stepping forward as I step back in synchronization; meeting him toe to toe.

"So join me in this bed that I’m in

Push up on me and sweat, darling

So I'm gonna put my time in

And won’t stop until the angels sing-"

He spins me around and brings me back into his arms, swaying to the beat with my back to his chest and our joined hands resting on my hip. Matching smiles on our lips.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me"

Spinning away, I turn to face Baekhyun, throwing his moves right back at him with a wink, "He got that mmm, green eyes, givin' me signs. That he really wants to know my name—hey. I saw you lookin' from across the way. And suddenly, I'm glad I came, ay-"

Gathering the skirt of my white dress, I dance light on my feet around him as the speakers burst out Spanish lyrics; smiling playfully at the captivated look in his eyes. "Mmm, green eyes, takin' your time. Now we know we'll never be the same."

"I love his lips 'cause he says the words," Putting my back to him, I arch my back, coyly peeking over each shoulder at him and slightly rolling my body against his to the beat, "Te amo, mami, ah, te amo, mami."

"Don’t wake up, this love is like a dream... So join me in this bed-"

Pressing my back to him again, we move in sync; heated skin to skin with only our thin clothes between. Barriers that don't even matter with my hand in his hair and his tight grip on my hips.

"-that I’m in

Push up on me and sweat, darling

So I'm gonna put my time in (Time in)

And won’t stop until the angels sing-"

Being cheeky, I slide my hands up my body while we sway side to side; resting my hand on the back of his neck.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me."

He spins me around to him once again. Our eyes locked as we let ourselves get lost in the rest of the song.

"Flawless diamonds

In a green field near Buenos Aires

Until the sun's rising

We won't stop until the angels sing..."

The piercing gaze in his dark eyes is almost too much for me to bear; warm, slender fingers digging further into the soft swell of my hips with every twist of my waist.

"Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me

Jump in that water, be free

Come south of the border with me"

The song quickly fades into another, but Baekhyun and I don’t move. Chests pressed together and shared heavy breaths. His freshly dyed grey hair leaving streaks of silver sliding down his cheeks. Long strands of hair messily clinging to his forehead, sweat shining on his prominent collarbones and peek of a firm chest. His lick of lips as he takes the chance to check me out as well pushing me to my limit.

"Take me home." I breathe, pressing my lips to his.

/

"Shit." Baekhyun hisses, pausing to brush his hair back.

I can't help but chuckle, kicking off my heels and bending over to pick up the fallen table, "Told you keeping the lights off was a bad-" I jolt forward with a gasp, bracing myself against the wall with red cheeks. The accusatory look I shoot over my shoulder does nothing to change the hungry expression on his face, "The fuck did you just do, Byun?"

He tilts his head at me, hand resting comfortably on the curve of my ass, "You liked it." He observes, rubbing my throbbing cheek; lifting the corner of his lips, "Didn't you?"

I scoff in opposition to the redness of my cheeks, "That's not-" A moan escapes before I can clasp my hands over my mouth, staring at him with wide eyes.

Baekhyun merely raises a brow as his hand slips from my heated skin and down between my legs, full-on smirking at what he discovers there. He leans close, pressing his chest to my sensitive back. "You're soaked," He murmurs into my ear; gripping my hip when my legs shake at his light exploration.

I part my lips only to whimper at the smack he lands on my left cheek, quickly becoming breathless at his light taps on my clothed clit. "F-Fuck-" My back arches when he suddenly pulls away, flipping the skirt of my dress over my back and yanking my panties down in one go, "Baekhyun-" I nearly yell, knees buckling at the rough intrusion of two fingers into my wet core.

"Shh," He leans forward again, smacking my ass as his fingers pound into me, "Be a good girl for me."

I choke and scramble to find something to hold on to when he twists his wrist, curling his fingers right into my sweet spot. Neat, blunt nails lightly scratching against my clenching walls as my hands slip helplessly on the wall, "B-Baekhyun." I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. Just when I'm at the edge and slowly lowering to the ground with shaky knees, he fucking pulls his fingers out.

At this point, the only thing keeping me on my feet is the acute annoyance I feel towards him right now.

"Bedroom." He states, slipping wet fingers past his kiss-swollen lips after I stand up and turn around to glare at him. He merely lifts a brow, hand still on my hip as he sucks obscenely loud on the slick digits; wicked tongue peeking out from his smirking lips.

Inwardly cursing him and myself, I walk further into the spacious apartment on wobbly legs. Crossing my arms once I enter the black, white and grey with a dash of red—thanks to me—styled room.

Baekhyun takes his sweet old time joining me. Slipping out of his shoes and socks before pressing me against the wall. Chest pressed to mine as he reconnects our lips, reaching down to pull my leg around his waist.

My nails dig mercilessly into his shoulders when he slides his fingers back inside me; arching my back at the addition of his thumb tapping my poor clit. One well-aimed thrust to my spot makes my knee buckle, gasping for breath and tensing up in preparation only for him to pull his fingers out again.

Baekhyun looks down at me with the darkest eyes; pupils blown wide as his hand rubs over my lower back and down to cup my ass. "You're shaking," He whispers, tightening his grip and hoisting me up into his arms before walking over to the bed. Setting me down gently with a soft kiss pressed to my lips.

I sit up to pull off my dress, "Don't you fucking dare." I hiss at his fingers walking up my thigh, crossing my quivering legs.

Baekhyun chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head, "Don't you want me to make you feel good, baby?"

"I... Yes..." Distracted by his glistening chest, I twitch at the feeling of his sneaky hand slipping between my thighs, fixing him with a glare. "Not stopping when I'm right there." I grumbled, jaw clenching at the persistent ache in my core.

"Does my baby want to come?" He coos, sliding off his leather pants before climbing onto the bed. Gaze locked on mine as he pulls my underwear off my legs.

Gulping at his predator stance, I sit like a deer caught in headlights, panting when his hands softly spread my heated thighs. His lips brushing over my inner thigh makes my back arch. "I'll literally flip if you stop again."

He hums noncommittally, leisurely leaving a trail of wet kisses up to where I need him the most. I close my eyes, trembling a little when his lip brushes over my folds.

Baekhyun hovers, and I can feel his eyes on me.

I know exactly what he wants.

Gulping again I nervously lick my lips, slowly peeling my eyes open to look back at him.

He releases his bottom lip from between his teeth, wordlessly holding up his palm in my direction with twinkling orbs.

The hot blush forming on my cheeks and small trembles in my body do nothing to ease my giddy heart as I gingerly place my shaky hand in his. Baekhyun's soft squeeze and sweet smile melts me further until he's flicking his tongue against my heated core. My grip tightens with every whimper and gasp he pulls from my lips. Barely a few minutes have gone by when my thighs start shaking again.

"Always so sweet for me," He murmurs, pulling away as I catch my breath. His warm skin brushes against my own as he leaves a trail of kisses back up to my lips, "Babe?"

Humming I blink the post-orgasm daze from my eyes, meeting his questioning orbs. Breath hitching at the feel of his cock rubbing along my thigh. "Yes," I breathe, biting my lip at his promising smile.

Baekhyun reaches over to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom as my cheeks flush. The way he rips the packet open from between his teeth stirs the fire growing in the pit of my stomach; an unintentional tease to upcoming events—or intentional based off the knowing smirk on his equally flushed face.

I can't help but scoff at his antics, trying my best not to squirm when his cock brushes over my sensitive pussy; growing impossibly redder and wetter at the thought of the word as he insists to tease over my wet folds. I never imagined myself referring to it in that way, let alone while my boyfriend is looking down at me like I'm his last meal.

Seriously, I swear the twinkle in his eye rivals the one he reserves for hawaiian pizza right now. And the groan that escapes his lips while finally sliding his cock into my waiting core making my breath hitch… Fuck me.

I never really saw myself actually enjoying the act of sex or fucking or whatever. Yes—I will admit—I probably think about sex more times than anyone should in a day, but to actually do it? To give someone one of the most precious things to me and enjoy it on the first night? Yeah, not how I saw myself evolving. Then again, who can ever predict how their first time will go? Who can predict a Baekhyun walking into their life? Surely not I, nor how much I appreciate the slight stretch of accommodating his impressive length.

—Okay, maybe I enjoy sex with Baekhyun more than the thought of sex itself—

A noise I never thought I could make escapes my lips when he gathers my body closer to his; hips grinding at a new angle into my core with dark brown eyes watching my every move and swallowing me whole. Fuck it—yes, I definitely enjoy it with him more.

"Are you close?" He murmurs, kissing behind my ear in a way that makes me squeak.

"Y-Yes." I sigh, clutching onto his shoulders and gasping when he increases the tempo, "Fuck."

Baekhyun chuckles huskily into my ear, his breath causing goosebumps to cover my heated skin. I don't even try to stifle my moan when his cock hits my sweet spot just right. A beautiful noise of his own leaving his lips as my walls clench around him. I'm still so sensitive from earlier there is no coaxing needed to make me cum on his cock.

Baekhyun's gasp fans over the sensitive skin of my neck; a sneaky hand slipping between my legs while I'm trying to catch my own breath. My thighs tighten around his waist and hips buck from the prolonged sensations. Somehow he manages to pull one last orgasm from me as he's reaching his own; kiss swollen lips beautifully parted and head thrown back while filling the condom. There's no relaxing myself with the way he stays buried deep inside my clenching walls. If that condom wasn’t on… I quickly shake off that dangerous thought.

The feeling of Baekhyun's chest pressed to mine with our frantic heartbeats and shared breaths combined with his breathless kiss to my lips has a whole new wave of emotion bursting through my being. I love him so much it kinda hurts.

"Happy?" He muses, leaning up to run a hand through his messy hair, looking me over with those mesmerizing brown eyes of his. A soft smile playing at his lips. I don't reply, too busy trying to regulate my breathing while lying completely lax against the sheets. Not at all ashamed to take in the glorious sight of his flushed cheeks and glistening chest amidst the afterglow, and leaning up to press another kiss to his sweet mouth. “Very.” I murmur, lips curling up into a smile that matches his own.

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There's nothing like waking up to a blarming alarm at 7:30 in the morning after a particularly long night that states “MEETING WITH THE BROS/HOES” in all caps. Especially after partying—and partaking in the “after party”—the previous night. Why did I agree to meet at the coffee shop on a Sunday morning? Oh, right.. Baekhyun was supposed to drive me back to the dorm last night…

:) Well then.

I mean, it wouldn't have been so bad if I had actually managed to get out of bed when my alarm went off this morning.

Now here I stand, hastily fixing my appearance in the reflection of the cafe window. Making sure the collar of my backless crop-top is up and freshly made curls are covering stray blemishes on my skin.

The events of last night fill my mind before I promptly shake my head, clearing my throat as I step through the door.

"Well look who it is!" A warm voice chimes. I look up from checking my outfit again to an amused Jongin, watchful Jenny, and Sehun waving like a madman from our booth. Quickly making my way across the room with red cheeks while avoiding the annoyed looks of onlookers seated around.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Jenny muses, knowing blue eyes following me as I plop down into the remaining seat next to her. "If you didn't call the other night I'd swear Baek put you in a sex-induced coma."

Snorting, I quietly take a sip from the steaming mug seated in front of me; savoring the taste of lemon ginger tea and setting it carefully back on the table. "Nothing of the sort happened."

"Really?" She squints a little, Sehun and Jongin watching on in amusement, "You got that glow about you right now."

Instinctively looking off to the left, my cheeks grow warmer at Jongin's chuckle. I can't even throw Baekhyun under the bus for how he held me up last night, or this morning; trying my best not to bite my lip. Another type of sex added to the favorites list. "I just slept really well."

"Uh, huh," Jenny nods, taking a sip of her own cup with a knowing smile on her face. "I bet you did."

"Anyway," I deflect, looking between the trio. "How are you guys? It’s been awhile."

"I'm convinced that my intern is a complete dumbass," Sehun grumbles, finishing his coffee and sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Uh, oh," I utter, trying not to smile at the petulant expression on his normally blank features, "What he do this time?"

"I caught him trying to spot check a guy doing 50 reps of bench press with 200 pounds." He tries to explain as a waitress brings over plates full of muffins fresh out the oven. Recalling a brief conversation of this particularly risk-taking kid, I can't help smiling while digging into my strawberry one. "Maybe he's good at it."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Riley, this kid looks like a twig would be too much for him-"

"Now that's a lie," I immediately interject, pointing my fork at him. "If that was the case you would have turned him away on the spot. Did you ask him how much he lifts?" Sehun begrudgingly nods, lips still childishly pursed. "Good, now give the poor kid more credit. He's probably stronger than you think."

"But-"

"Have a little faith in him," I soothe. "If you're really worried then make sure you are there next time to observe and intervene if needed, but you have to let him do something." I emphasize, "So he can improve."

Sehun sits quietly for a few minutes, thinking it over as the rest of us fuss over the arrangement of identical glasses and sneaky hands (Jongin) stealing food from others' plates. "Damn it, why do you have to be right."

"Comes with the territory." I grin, referring to our matching stickers childishly stuck to the back of our phone cases. It happened during a recent drunken night at the newest bar in town. Donkey and Shrek; some days I'm one of them and oftentimes he's the other.

"Just my luck to befriend an intellectually logical yet empathic person," He mumbles, sipping his coffee with a small smile quirking at his lips.

"That's best friend to you!" I retort, glaring at his mischievous smirk before turning to Jongin. "How bout you man? What's cooking?"

His brow raises, amusement shining in his eyes at my poor attempt to not laugh at my own joke. "The kids got a residual coming up," He utters, thoughtfully chewing on a piece of strawberry muffin I swear he took from the top of mine.

"Oh?" I hum, taking the extra muffin Sehun offers me before blinking in realization. "Oh! Really? When is it?"

"This Saturday," A certain kind of sparkle is in his normally brooding eyes, small smile on display. "It's the last one before school starts."

"Yeah," I wince, staring down into my swirling mug with a frown, "Don't remind me. I still got books to get."

"What year will you be in this year?" Jongin inquires, brow raised when I only give him a deadpan look. "What?"

"Really?"

He shrugs, "How am I supposed to know what year you’re in?"

"Anyway!" Jenny chirps while I take another sip of my drink, judging him over the rim of my mug. "There's a party going on at Jongdae's this Friday." Her eyes are already lighting up at the thought of what she's planning to wear—or at the prospect of having an excuse to be with a certain brunet for the entire evening. "Are you going?"

Humming a bit in thought, I lightly shake my head, setting my drink down. "I think I'll pass."

"But why?" She protests, puppy eyes in full effect while I quickly avert my eyes. I'm not about to fall for that trick again. "...It isn't because of Baekhyun, is it?"

My neck cracks a little as I whip around to face her; temples pulsing with a painful whiplash, "And why would Baekhyun have anything to do with it?"

"Bro, you are like attached at the hip," Jongin states with a raised brow, idly twirling a spoon around his fingertips.

"Has he been to a party since he moved?" Sehun lifts his head from the phone in his hands, slipping it into his back pocket when I give him the side-eye.

"Well-" I pause, thinking back over the past two months. They are kind of right in a way. I spend more time having lunch dates in Baekhyun's office than sleeping in on Saturday mornings. There's more of my clothes neatly stacked on the left side of his closet than my own back at the dorms. And I swear I didn't purposely stash his favorite black hoodie in my backpack...

(I did. I totally did and I don't know when I'll give it back).

"…No," I conclude, stirring my drink.

Sehun makes a ‘mmhm’ noise, leaning back in his seat while Jongin snorts, shooting me a knowing look. "The wild princess changing playboy Baekhyun's ways."

I scowl as Jenny nods, throwing an arm over my shoulders with the cheekiest smile, "Who would have thought, right?"

"You all suck." I groan, hiding within my folded arms on the table. "...I'm going."

"Yes!" Jenny squeals, clapping her hands in glee and outstretching one out to the shell-shocked man across from her, "Pay up, Jongin."

"Riley, I was rooting for you." He protests, handing a 20 over with a disappointed frown.

I merely look over at Sehun, raising a brow when he's quick to hold up his hands. "I wouldn't. You're very 50/50 lately."

"Oh that's very reassuring," I grumble, sipping my warm drink; not fighting the smile curling at the corners of my lips. "Good thing I bought that new dress."

"What!?" Jenny gasps, lightly shoving my shoulder when my smile just widens. "I swear you never wear the same dress."

"Perks of having a CEO boyfriend," Jongin muses, washing down a muffin with some coffee.

"Nah," I set the empty mug back on the table, shaking my head. "I saved up a lot from my part-time job."

"Part-time job?" Jenny inquires, lowering her phone down to her lap while looking at me. "When did you get one of those?"

"She had one before school," Sehun explains, continuing after my agreeing hum; giving him a thumbs up with a mouthful of muffin. "A well-off flower shop, I believe."

"Wow." Jenny blinks, narrowing her eyes at me. "You're just full of surprises."

"It was nice," I mumble, dabbling my lips with a napkin, "Besides the fact I have mild pollen allergy."

Jongin snorts and I grin, enduring Sehun's amusement and Jenny's continuous scoldings as the morning sun rises higher in the sky.

I checked my makeup in the mirror one last time: a fierce copper glitter, smokey eye look to match my sexy black lace sleeveless dress with see-through sides. The form-fitting material complementing my every curve. Even lingerie is out of the question with this daring dress, but I have no fear. Stretch marks can't be easily seen in the dim lighting of a drunken party, and my lips are coated in a glossy pink shade to not kill too many men in the crowd tonight.

Leaning away from the mirror while recapping my gloss, I set it down next to my phone that lights up with a notification.

//

I miss you （>﹏<）♡o(╥﹏╥)o ♥♡

8:28pm

//

Giggling with an adoring smile, I maneuver around my baby pink manicured nails to type a response.

//

I miss you too, baby. Take care at the office, okay?

The day is almost over! 4 more hours to go. You can do it :***

8:30pm

//

A few heart emojis shared later and a knock sounds at the door. I grab my phone, sparkly golden clutch and walk over with even strides; the clinks of my nude high heels against the floor blooming more confidence in my chest. The sight of a familiar head of blue hair greets me on the other side of the doorway.

"Hey," Jenny perks up, spinning around, "You ready?" One look at my outfit and she smirks, raising an eyebrow knowingly as I take in her matching cocktail dress. "Oh honey, we are going to be sharks tonight."

Giggling I loop my arm around hers, our respective heels clicking down the residential apartment complex halls.

"So," She adjusts her hair in the reflection of the elevator, carefully pulling curls from inside of her dangling turquoise earrings. "What are your plans for tonight?"

"Plans?" I raise a brow, briefly meeting her gaze while meticulously evening out my gloss in my handheld mirror.

"Dancing, drinking, going home early," She lists off her turquoise manicured nails with a nod, nonchalantly leaning against the railing on the far wall. "Did you even tell Baekhyun you were going out tonight?"

A chill goes down my spine as I put my things away, and I don't know why. "Tell him?" I chuckle, rubbing my goosebump covered arms.

Jenny continues to nod, long nails tapping rapidly across her phone. "Mhm." She hums, voice filled with a level of concern that has my head tilting in confusion. "He's a worrier, you know?"

My brows furrow at that. "...It'll be fine," I mumble after a minute, trying to convince myself. Based on the look she shoots my way it didn't reassure her either. "Besides, he's working late tonight," My heart sinks a little at the reminder; I shrug it off. "I won't see him til the morning anyway."

She meets my eye over the illuminated screen of her phone; perfectly shaped brow raised. "If you're sure."

"Yes, Jen." I stress in exaggeration, placing my cold hands on my hips. "What's the worst that can happen?"

She says nothing as the double doors open, quietly putting away her phone as we exit side by side. A gust of wind meets us the instant we step outside.

"Maybe he's over it..." I hear her mutter under her breath.

The screeching of tires startles us before I can say anything. A familiar shiny black Mercedes pulls up to the curb; bass booming from the cranked up stereo speakers.

"Ready ladies?" Jongin's smirking face appears through the rolled down window; his arm resting comfortably on the window seal, free hand gesturing to his vehicle. "Your chariot awaits."

Jenny scoffs as I muffle a giggle. Before we can take a step forward, another voice rings out over the music.

"Get in already! You're letting out all the cold air." Sehun complains.

A scoff leaves me at that. "You're not the one navigating stilettos, Oh!" I yell right back, climbing into the backseat as Jenny takes the passenger side; her laughter filling up the spacious car.

Jongdae's party wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. The usual partygoers were there except for talented bartender Minseok, brooding Kyungsoo, enthusiastic Chanyeol, and of course Baekhyun. Such a little difference left a major impact in the handling of drinks, (I had to run down to the convenience store with Sehun to get him to buy us dr pepper and a bottle of cheap vodka to share. Perks of being 21). The selection of music—I honestly never knew that techno dubstep could leave my head pounding harder than any hard liquor. And the state of the dance floor… Between the crushed solo cups and unidentifiable fluids littering the wooden floors, it's a far cry from any event Baekhyun has had.

"Shit." I hiss, clutching my throbbing knee. Struggling to insert the key into the apartment door while balancing on one unsteady foot. The door is yanked open before I can make a third attempt. I blink, slowly lifting my eyes up to a disheveled Baekhyun; his silver hair in a disarray and white dress shirt partially unbuttoned. My heart skips at the sight; a smile soon forming on my lips, "Baekhyunee-"

He steps out the reach of my open arms, swiftly turning to head back inside, leaving the door open.

I hover in the doorway for a moment with a frown, feeling a bit apprehensive while stepping over the threshold. Maybe it was a bad day at the office? His subordinates have been giving him a hard time lately, making decisions without his approval only to leave him to fix their mess in the end. Plus the rumors of a mole trying to catch a peek at his upcoming fashion line designs isn’t ideal. With great power comes great responsibility... I don't know how Baekhyun does it.

I peek inside to find him pacing the wooden floor with heavy footsteps. His neighbors surely won't like that.

"Where were you?" He stops in the middle of the living room, watching me with keen eyes. There's nothing exciting about the darkness I find there.

"Where was I?" I mumble quietly, gently pulling the door closed behind me. Hesitating to even lock it.

"Where were you?" He steps closer and it takes everything in me not to recoil under his predatory stance. Frustration clear in his voice with a sense of poorly concealed panic in his eyes.

What's wrong? I want to ask; worriedly glancing over the obvious exhaustion written all over his face.

"Why haven't you been returning my calls?" His wild gestures towards his device innocently sitting on the arm of the couch remind me of my own tucked away in my clutch; still on airplane mode. His black blazer is even left in a heap on the floor. "How are you going to ask to spend the night yet when I come back you're-"

"I went out," I simply shrug with a twitch of my lips; guilt and slight annoyance bubbling in my chest at the doubtful expression forming on his tired face. "It's a Friday night, Baekhyun."

"Without telling me?" He points to himself. "No call, text or anything?" His eyes trail over my person, hovering over my new dress; brown eyes indifferent instead of the awe I wanted to find there. He scoffs after a moment, shaking his head. "Very responsible of you."

"I'm sorry?" I laugh a little in disbelief fighting the urge to hide away from his scrutinizing gaze. "What are you, my father?"

"Sometimes it feels like it." He grits out, lips curling up into a mocking smile.

My hands drop down to my sides at that. "If you were so worried," I continue despite the bad taste in my mouth; crossing my arms and staring him down, "You could have contacted Jenny."

"How do I know you were with her?" He chuckles bitterly, roughly running a hand through his ruffled hair. A disgusted look crossing his face as he spits out, "How do I know you weren't out fucking Jong-"

"Excuse me?" I breathe, placing a hand to my chest with wide eyes; my heart somewhere between being shattered at my feet and beneath the lump forming in my throat.

He pauses, suddenly at a loss for words before spinning on his heel.

"Oh no." I chuckle at his audacity. "Finish that sentence, Baek. Go ahead." My voice is sugar sweet while following him to the hallway; steadily deepening with my building rage. "Go a fucking head."

He stops, deciding to get in my face then. Looking me over in disdain and hissing venomously. "You were out fucking Jongin."

"Do you have a height complex or something...?" I chuckle in disbelief, hand on my hip while pushing him back with the other. "Don't come accusing me of anything just because of your insecurities." Lifting my chin, I murmur. "You either talk to me like a fucking adult or I let you talk to the wall because I am sick of your shit."

"I'm sick of you too," He shoots back, hurt clear in his glistening brown eyes, swiftly turning to storm off down the end of the hallway.

A tired sigh leaves my lips while shaking my pounding head; feeling a headache coming on. "You promised not to go to bed angry!" I yell after him, leaning against the wall to tug off my annoying heels.

"I'm not angry." He growls, slamming the door to the guest bedroom shut.

I jolt at the startling noise, rubbing the back of my neck; muttering sourly under my breath. "Not angry my ass..."

We barely speak a word to each other for the rest of the weekend. He either leaves a room every time I enter it or downright acts like I'm not even there. Patience wearing thin, I repack my overnight bag shoved deep under the bottom of his bed from months of being unused and start sleeping back at the dorms. Although it is rightfully my room too, I still feel like I'm guiltily crashing there with how much I've been gone lately. Jenny doesn't mind though.

"I've missed the company." She reassures, helping me apply a face mask.

"...Do you think I was being unreasonable?" I mumble, looking down at the container in my hands.

Her sigh is a long one. "Well." She nods, smoothing the cream out on my skin, "The height comment was below the belt. And you could have shot him a text."

"I had my phone on silent..." I mumble in remorse, glancing over the 30 worry-filled messages and 5 calls he sent to me the other night. Not a peep has been heard out of him since, not even when I reminded him where the cute teapot set is for his adorable tuesday tea time…

"You were a bit harsh. But." She continues, raising her clean hand when I begin to object, "He had no right accusing you of cheating." The disgusted look on her face matches the tone in her voice. "Like what the fuck? Who cheats on the best dick in town-"

"Jenny!"

"Kidding!" She laughs, dodging my hand, sporting a serious expression again. "In all seriousness. Baekhyun has trust issues…" She trails off, blinking before I can identify the odd look in her eyes. "And sadly, I'm not surprised."

"Really?" I keep still as she nods, applying more cream across my forehead. "...Do you know what happened?"

She winces, gently taking the container from my hands. "I think it is something you should ask him about yourself." She mumbles, avoiding my gaze.

Sighing, I nod, leaning forward to apply some cream across her nose. The information—or lack thereof—is stuck in my head for days afterwards.

Yeah, nearly a whole damn week goes by before I hear from Baekhyun's stubborn ass again… And I end up being the one to make the first move.

It took ten agonizing minutes of debating with myself before daring to press the first number on my speed dial. Desperate times calls for desperate measures… And I'm this close to losing it.

"Hello?"

I release a shaky breath, heart pounding in my ears. Just that word alone eases a bit of the tight feeling in my chest. I have never, ever been more grateful to hear his voice as I pace the luxurious lobby; anxiously glancing up at the intimidating label of Park's Publishing on the far wall. Trying my hardest not to bite on my freshly white-tipped nails.

"Riley?" He speaks up, bringing me out of my unrelenting thoughts, "...Baby?"

"B-Baekhyun." I whimper, fist clenched by my side; fighting the urge to wrinkle my perfectly ironed pencil skirt, or worse, bolt.

A distant voice says something unidentifiable and a door closes before he speaks again; honey voice closer than before, "What is it? What's wrong?"

A tiny noise barely escapes my shaking lips; I plop myself down on a leather chair. "I don't think I can do this." I gasp out, tears stinging behind my eyes.

"Do what?" He continues a bit frantic, rustling papers sounding over the line, “Tell me what's going on, baby. Where are you?"

My voice barely reaches a whisper. "I-Interview."

The rustling stops and he releases a deep sigh; going quiet. It snaps me out of my panicked daze and riles me up in a fit all over again.

"I-I'm sorry," I blabber, rapidly blinking back tears, "You must be busy and I shouldn't-"

"Baby," He soothes and I pause, listening to his voice. "Listen to me."

I nod wordlessly, taking in his every word.

"You are going to do amazing." He begins. "You're going to go in there, answer their questions and blow them away with your input." He insists, that CEO persona in his voice. "They are going to love you and you are going to get that position. Do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes," I whisper, clutching onto the phone.

"Good. You got this," He softens, smile being heard through his voice, "I believe in you, okay?"

"Okay," I hush, bashfully fiddling with the bottom of my skirt; peeking over at the waving secretary trying to get my attentionand straightening up, "I-I got to go. It's time…"

"They are gonna love you baby," He shushes. "But not more than I do."

A smile makes its way to my lips; my heart racing for a different reason entirely. Even when in the middle of a cold war, he still manages to make my heart flutter. "Thank you, Baekhyun." His reassuring hum resonates in my being; warming me up from my sore feet to my cold fingertips.

With quick partings, I hang up the phone and make my way over to the secretary standing by a door. Taking a deep breath before entering the spacious room. Let the games begin.

Three days later, I get an email in the middle of lunch; damn near sending Sehun's poor ham sandwich flying across the room.

"Sehun!!" I squeal, jumping out my seat; phone in hand.

"Wha—What?!!" He exclaims, trying to stop me from excitedly slapping his arms.

"Sehun!!!! I-" He finally catches my hand making me pause, taking a look around the silent cafe. Onlookers watching us with their brows raised. "Just a job interview. Carry on." Turning back to him with red cheeks, I quietly shout, "I got the job!"

His eyes widen before I'm pulled into a bear hug, my laughter muffled in the soft fabric of his black t-shirt.

Everyone is elated at the news, congratulating me at our next meet up in Minseok's new bar. The atmosphere is homey despite all the new faces.

"Congrats man," Chanyeol claps a hand on my shoulder in passing, smiling over the glass of bourbon in his hand while taking the seat next to Sehun. My best friend fist bumps me from the left side of the table before turning to the grinning man.

"Thanks, bro," I chuckle, watching Minseok work on the countertop in the distance with my chin in my palm. Many regulars chat him up over strong shots and fruity cocktails. "He sure is the favorite here, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Chanyeol nods while Jenny leans in across the other side of the table to whisper in my ear. "Although he doesn't play for any team."

"Really?" I whisper back with wide eyes, smiling at her confirming nod. "Good for him then."

"Excuse me, coming through." Minseok’s cheery voice is easy to hear amongst the lively bar chatter, sporting that signature smile of his; a tray full of drinks clutched firmly in his hands. "Order for table four!" He beams, setting the drinks in front of us. The usual for me, brandy for Sehun, and a Sex on the Beach for Jenny. "What's the special occasion, hmm?" He teases, rubbing his hands on the towel at his waist.

"Don't act like you don't check the group chat," Chanyeol complains, looking over at the chuckling man as he takes the empty seat across from him. Jenny scoots over to give him more room. "Riley got her first major job."

"Really?" He continues to smile, a twinkle in his eye while glancing over at me. "The baby grew huh?"

"She has left the nest." Sehun nods, ruffling my hair despite my protests; arching a brow at Jenny. "Where are Jongin and Baekhyun by the way? I understand Jongdae, but-"

"Oh would you look at that," She looks over her shoulder towards the door behind me with a relieved smile, drawing my attention there as well. "You talked them up."

Two familiar figures step into the bar, each with grim expressions on their faces as a third, shorter one is revealed when they reach the rest of us at the table. —Or well, more like the two tables we pushed together (not the least bit quiet either, might I add. Thanks Chanyeol).

"Kyungsoo?" I inquire, eyes widening at the bouquet of yellow roses, pink Peruvian lilies, purple irises, and red gladiolus flowers. Taking the small bottle of cheerwine he also hands me with a small gasp.

"Hey," He smiles a little, softly patting my hand resting on the back of my chair. "Didn't want to come empty-handed."

“Thank you,” I beam, setting the flowers on the table before opening the bottle carefully; pouring some into a spare shot glass Chanyeol slides across the table.

"Congratulations, Doll." Jongin mumbles, hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his black slacks. Keeping a fair distance between us.

The smile I send his way is an apologetic one; especially with the pair of eyes watching us like a hawk. "Thanks, bro," I mutter as he walks on to take a seat; that sinking feeling once again filling my chest.

"Hey," An unmistakable voice whispers in my ear.

I turn a bit towards Baekhyun, smiling politely despite the chaste kiss he presses to my forehead. "Hi."

He pulls out the chair next to me while I pretend to focus on the conversation Chanyeol, Jongin, and Sehun are having across the table about the boring subject of weight lifting. Trying hard not to think about how adorable he looks with a black blazer, white dress shirt, and that matching bow-tie around his neck. Gorgeous silver hair styled in a subtle—yet just as knee-weakening—comma hairstyle.

"How have you been?" Baekhyun softly murmurs, his voice nearly drowned out by everything around us.

"I can bench press more than the both of you combined!"

"Shut up, Yeol."

"I've been okay," Smiling lightly, I turn back to my neglected drink to avoid his eye; idly wiping away condensation from the side of the cold glass. My attention instantly snatched away by a familiar hand gently taking mine away from the object.

"Can we talk after this?" His voice is barely above a hush, only loud enough for me to hear. The gleam of sincerity in his tired eyes has my heart aching and soaring at the same time.

I take a swig of my drink, simply nodding despite the burn, "Sure."

He watches me for a moment, seeming to be looking for something beyond my nonchalant expression; probably trying to see past the walls I've put up. A small sigh falls from his lips, the warm pillows shortly pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, "Okay."

He doesn't let go of my hand, choosing to tangle our fingers together before setting them on his thigh. The warmth on my cheeks is not coming from the gentle strokes of his thumb on my skin or the sweet tingle that kiss left in its wake. Nope. Not at all.

Gradually, the conversation at the table switches to more lighthearted topics. Everyone pitching in with little tidbits of their daily lives as if sensing the tension between the quietest men among us. Even Kyungsoo goes into detail about the newest dish added to the menu of his restaurant.

Baekhyun's shoulder looks comfier by the second with every sip of cherry soda and bold vodka I take. A particularly hilarious story of Chanyeol's sends me reeling; hiding my face in his gorgeous neck. His little shiver when my lips accidentally brush over his warm skin doesn't go unnoticed by me.

Baekhyun meets my gaze, his brown eyes darker than they were before as his tongue glides over his bottom lip; pink lips curling up into a knowing little smirk at my unwavering stare.

"Hey, guys!" A light voice chimes, a soothing timbre that sails above the bar chatter like an unsuspecting breeze; breaking us out of our little bubble.

Just about everyone at the table turns to the newcomer with wide eyes. Sehun and I share the same confused look before I slightly twist around in my chair to see.

"Yixing?" Baekhyun's eyes are wide, brows soon furrowing at the three unexpected people approaching our table. A tall man with kind eyes and raven hair is accompanied by an equally stunning woman, her black hair falling to her mid-waist. Minseok gets up to make room for the all-too-familiar brunet striding in front with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Sora? Dae? I didn’t know you all were coming…"

"Hi, Baekhyunnie," Sora damn near purrs, red-painted fingertips brushing his shoulder as she walks by with Yixing by her side. The oblivious man envied while I blink slowly, eyes narrowed closely on her smug form; recognition taking longer than I'd like to set in. It's the secretary Baekhyun supposedly fired. But wait… Weren't there two of them?...

"It's about time everyone meets your girlfriend, Baek." Jongdae drawls, smiling innocently enough while taking his seat. Gleefully twinkling eyes glancing over at Jenny when she smacks his arm, giving him a warning glare.

A few more drinks in and everyone seems to relax; easy going inhibitions and loosened mouths. Now we've moved on to telling old college stories. Minseok is currently recalling a time a classmate had mistaken him for being her star quarterback boyfriend.

"He acted as if he'd beat him to a pulp not knowing that Minseok is actually made of steel." Yixing grins lopsidedly in humor, head tilted to inspect the contents swirling within his glass.

"I challenged him to arm wrestling once." Chanyeol reminisces with a shiver, taking a gulp of his second refill. "Never again."

"Bro, this man could toss you over his shoulder and run a mile, I swear." Jongin's tone has a hint of a whine to it, elbows holding his weight upon the table directly across from Baek. Kyungsoo is quick to slide their glasses out the way of his clumsy hand gestures.

"Sure," Sehun mutters, half-lidded eyes rolling in exaggeration.

"I know from experience..." Jongin grumbles, a hilariously offended look on his face.

I laugh quietly, catching Minseok's eye. "Easy as pie," He smirks behind the rim of his glass, lifting it in a playful cheer and winking mischievously.

"Easy for you to say," Chanyeol full-on complains, the large distance kept between him and Sora causes his arm to constantly bump into Sehun. "Remember that time you slipped off the pier? I almost broke my back tryna pull you back up!"

I laugh harder, having to cling onto Baekhyun's arm before I fall out of my chair, a burning stare makes my eyes drift over to Jongdae.

The table seems to settle down, everyone looking at the narrowed eyed man as well.

"Hey Jongdae, you good man?" Minseok jokes, tentatively nudging his side.

The brunet comes out of his trance, throwing his head back in that rambunctious laughter that never leads to anything good. "Oh yeah." He grins, words noticeably slurred. "Please forgive me, I was just struck by deja vu." His eyes drag over to Baekhyun, curled lip smile widening in glee. "Isn't this scenario familiar to you Baek?" His voice dips in emphasis on the word ‘familiar’ as if it's a hint to an inside joke. "Very very familiar."

"O-kay," Jenny steps in hurriedly as I feel Baekhyun stiffen; she reaches for the shot glass clutched in Jongdae's palms. "I think you’d had enough-"

"How is she, by the way?" He brushes her off, sending the glass falling over onto the table; contents spilled while Minseok is quick to catch it before it hits the floor. "Have you heard from her lately? I mean, she sure is pretty active in our old group chat-"

Chanyeol and Jongin stand up, assisting her in hoisting him up before escorting a blabbering Jongdae outside; the brunet practically a dead-weight. Apologizes are directed to everyone they accidentally bump into along the way; Kyungsoo shortly following behind to help. The worried yet knowing look they all share while stepping out the door is imprinted on my mind. Along with the fact both my potential rides are gone unless I plan to catch a cab with Sehun...

"Want me to drive you home?" Baekhyun murmurs quietly after a while, soft lips caressing the shell of my ear.

I try my best not to shiver, turning to him with what I hope is my best pleading eyed expression. An incoming headache and the desire to sleep it off overpowering all other thoughts as I meet his warm brown orbs, "Please?"

Based on the way his eyes soften even more, I think it worked. "Come on." He offers his hand, smiling a little when I stumble trying to get off of my high chair.

A gust of wind blows just as we step out into the busy street. Baekhyun wordlessly places his blazer on my shoulders. A small smile curls my lips at the gesture; widening further when his warm hand searches for mine, tucking our joined hands into his pocket. His secure hold makes my heart race while we walk to his car parked at a meter on the other side of the road.

"Thank you," I mumble as he opens the passenger door, hiding my heated cheeks in the fabric of his blazer. Heart exhilarating at the lingering scent of vanilla, laundry detergent, and him. I take my phone off of airplane mode once settled in the comfortable leather seat.

Just as we pull off the curb, a loud ding! disrupts the quiet atmosphere. I pull my phone from my hoodie pocket, eyes widening at the messages that come streaming in.

"What is it?" Baekhyun asks curiously with a brief glance, noting the look on my face.

"It's...mom," I mumble, blinking sluggishly; squinting a little at the bright screen. "She's asking when I plan to visit."

"Ahh..." He hums, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. We fall quiet once again, nothing heard except the late-night traffic, low radio volume, and my nails tapping away on my phone screen.

"I wouldn't mind meeting your mom," He mumbles after awhile.

My head snaps over to him at that, neck painfully cracking from the sharp movement. "What?"

"I wouldn't mind meeting your mom." He looks over at me at a red light. "What?" His tone is softer, uncertainty filling his eyes. "Do you not want me to-"

"No!" I interject a bit too hurriedly, backtracking at the doubtful expression playing on his handsome features. "I mean, it's not that. I just…"

He tilts his head, slivers locks of hair concealing the emotion in his brown orbs, "Just?"

"I never brought a guy home," I grumble, shifting my eyes to the view of city lights from the passenger window.

"I'd be the first?" His voice is that soft hush again, tip-toeing around questions as if I will snap at him at any moment.

"Not if you keep being an insufferable peacock," I cross my arms, sinking further down into the comfy leather seat as his wide brown eyes flick over to me.

"...I deserve that," He mumbles, lips poked out in the tiniest pout.

Taking a long look at his sulking side profile, I sigh at his slumped shoulders and the now “scolded” child-like expression on his face; turning more towards him. "Can we talk now?” Catching his eye, I elaborate. "Like really talk? This habit of going days without talking to each other cannot continue if we are going to be together, Baekhyun."

I swear I heard him utter a disgruntled, “why not?” under his breath, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"We are both adults here, Baek." Tucking my buzzing phone back into my pocket, I gently place my hand on his free one, interlocking our fingers. "We have to talk, listen, and compromise if we want to be healthy and not end up hating each other." Feeling him tense up, I rub my thumb over his knuckles, adding softly, "I really want us to work, but we can't keep going on this way…" I swallow hard, trying to work around the lump in my throat and tightness building up in my chest; directing my blurry eyes down to my hands. "It hurts, Baekhyun."

The car jerks violently just as I finish my sentence. I brace myself against the seat, meeting his brooding eyes with my confused ones. He's cupping my face to pull me into a deep kiss before I can say anything. The way his soft pillows slowly dance with mine causes my heart rate to escalate. Beating so loud I fear he'd hear it or feel it through his warm palms.

I pull away after a while; searching his brown orbs for answers as he caresses my cheek, leaning forward to press a kiss to my nose that leaves my feelings in an even bigger disarray.

"We will." His tone is gentle, yet firm, eyes never straying away from my own. "We will talk, just…" He falters, gaze shifting off to the side, blinking away a foreign look too soon for me to identify it before focusing his tired orbs back onto me. "Trust me, okay?"

Finding determination and a plea within those puppy eyes, I nod, keeping a resigned sigh to myself while placing my hand over his own on my cheek.

"Okay…" He seems to relax, lips brushing over mine before he moves to sit properly in the driver’s seat; starting the car back up. The journey to the dorms is spent in comfortable silence. Fingers intertwined and wild hearts in sync.

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Criminal Girl Relates to Garfield - Percy Jackson x Reader

                                005. criminal girl relates to garfield 

PAIRING; High School AU!  Percy Jackson x Reader

REQUEST; Not Applicable

GODLY PARENT; Not Applicable

DATE; June 12th, 2020

WORD COUNT; 8053

WARNING; Bruh so freaking much. friends and families being dicks, panic attacks, crying and pubic humiliation, you're gonna read this and just keep cringing because of reader's dumb ass.

A/N; I think I like High School and Soulmate AUs too much. This isn't a soulmate AU. It was going to originally be but it just didn't match with the plot so I didn't. Still this is my first one and I had so much fun writing it. I think I just related to this reader more than normal. I think this is my favorite one shot to be honest. I'm so happy, I feel like I've fallen in love with writing again. The last few one shots I've just had the best time writing them and it's been difficult to stop writing.

TRAILER; Reader is Percy Jackson's soulmate, potentially a criminal and more than kind of cute.

REQUESTED BY; Not Applicable

-

Y/N was more than ready for this week to be over. It had started out horribly and only got worse as the days ran their course.

On Monday her Aunt's insane dog, that she had been forced to dog sit, had torn up her favorite shirt. On Tuesday she had forgotten her entire binder at home and received zeros on all of her assignments, and then one of her exams for being blamed for talking when it had really been the kid behind her. On Wednesday, Y/N was supposed to be presenting one of the most important projects of the entire semester in her first period only for her car refusing to start. Of course, when her Dad came home it ran perfectly. Thursday she had found out her position as President of the Economics Club had been handed over to some kid she didn't even know, despite how long she had been working for it. Friday, she had found out her best friend since kindergarten had lied to her face and was hanging out with a girl she loathed.

Her best friend ditching her had hurt her the most. It left an ugly slimy feeling in her chest that felt like some kid attempting to learn CPR for the first time, except she was the mannequin every time she thought of them hanging out together. Despite the chest compression, her self-depreciating thoughts never seemed to leave her. It was like she was trying to torture herself which didn't hurt any less.

To say the least, Y/N was completely drained. Blinking took way too much effort, and yawns seemed to be effortless. The kind of tired that took over after crying too much, so stress relieving that the tightness in her chest released, leaving her slap happy.

After grabbing two boxes of mac and cheese and a huge jug of orange juice, Y/N was on her way to her car. The bagger asked her if she needed any help carrying everything to her car.

She stared blankly at him for a few seconds before looking at her three items. He smiled sheepishly and Y/N felt fortunate to have been blessed with more brains than him.

It wasn't until she reached her car and caught sight of her reflection that she wondered if he had asked because she looked so miserable.

His so called thoughtfulness really didn't make her feel any better. In fact she felt worse. It was like when her Mother's wine group would come over and compare stories of who had been more disrespected. From grocers deciding they were age appropriate to buy wine without asking for an ID to being called Ma'am instead of Miss, Y/N had heard it all. Somehow it all had to do with old age and the grocery store. The wonders of Motherhood in the suburbs.

Placing her groceries on top of her car, she tried to unlatch the trunk. It wouldn't budge.

Hmm, Y/N was pretty sure she had left her it unlocked. Whatever. She wouldn't put it past herself if she had forgotten to lock it.

But when she tried to unlock it, nothing happened. Her car didn't beep or flash it's stupid lights, or anything. The battery in her key had been flickering on and off all week, it was the reason her car wouldn't start on Wednesday morning. But her Dad had said it had at least a few months of life left, not three days.

Her stomach dropped and she felt unshed tears build up in her eyes. Not now, not today. She had enough this week.

Her thumb hovered over the unlock button once more. Y/N almost didn't want to press it, because that would mean finding out her fate and she just wasn't that kind of girl.

She did it anyway. And the old piece of junk sat there like it was ready to retire to the car graveyard. Y/N wasn't ready for her freedom to retire so quickly.

Feeling her tears build up again, more rapidly this time, she dug the palm of her hand into her eyes and leaned against the car. Her throat tightened. She promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore today. She promised...

"You're okay, you're okay, you're okay," she whispered to herself, her voice to low to crack. Face screwed shut and her toes curled to will the tightness in her throat away.

The tears eventually made it through which only made her want to cry harder. She was so embarassed. Thoughts ran wild, making her panic harder to control.

How was she going to get home?

How was she going to pay for her car to be fixed?

She really didn't want to go back to walking.

Wouldn't her parents be mad?

What if this was one of those stupid kidnapping schemes that she had seen during a school assembly?

Don't be stupid. Calm down. Focus.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a lady with her dog, eye Y/N warily. A man sitting in his car with his feet propped up on the dashboard and a cigarette hanging between his finger laughed at her despair then ended up in a coughing fit. A woman ushered her child away, who was pointing at her, and gave Y/N a dirty look.

Y/N remained like that until her Mother's advice that she never took to heart rang through her, "Pick yourself up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Life isn't that hard."

She was right and Y/N wiped her tears away hurriedly.

As the knots in her stomach washed away, a new one settled it self in her chest. She was pissed. Furious at life for making her feel like shit, betrayed by her best friend, grades flustering down to nothing, and a position she worked harder than anything in the world for was snatched away before she could even think of savoring it.

It was just shit and completely unfair.

Wiping her tears, Y/N turned towards the driver's handle and pulled on it so hard, that her feet started to slip and she fell on her but.

She could have screamed, but instead she started to curse loudly and kick her car still laying down. She just about to kick the car for the sixth time when someone said behind her, "Uhh, hey, it would be really cool if you could stop trying to destroy my car? I don't know what he did to you, but at this point I think you're in danger of giving him PTSD."

Turning around, she noticed a blurry figure. Tears were still in her eyes making it hard for her to make out who it was but she could tell closing her eyes that he felt awkward. Hell, her guardian angel, no devil at this point, probably felt awkward.

When she blinked her tears away she saw him look suprised, and stumble back a few steps as if her presence shocked him. Which was stupid because unless there was some other person trying to break into the car, she didn't know why he was acting like she had come out of nowhere.

"This is my car, dude."

The teen scratched his neck, then pressed his car keys and suddenly the piece of junk came to life. She blinked hard, trying to comprehend what had just happened in front of her.

A flash of heat surged up her body that couldn't have came up from the exhaust pipe right next to her. She couldn't have been more aggravated and embarrassed. The guy seemed to realize that, because he shifted his weight to his side as he glanced at her. He was right, she was an idiot.

Quickly mumbling an apology, she ran off into the parking lot. Her car had to be around here somewhere and Y/N had never been more than ever determined to find it, or maybe just determined to get away from this situation as soon as possible.

She found it in the exact same spot, just a few rows away. Her brain kept replaying and replaying her embarrassing moment over and over again, leaving her to cringe and try to shoo it away.

If there was a list for the most embarrassing things Y/N had ever done, this would be on the top of the list. She could imagine herself years later, watching her husband struggling to change their kid's diaper as she laughed and talked about this. But right now all Y/N wanted to do was forget that she even existed.

It almost funny the amount of relief she felt just to have her car unlock. Her car, her piece of junk did it's little half-hearted beep, but it sounded rejuvenated as if it knew what she had gone through just for it.

She started the engine, and then let her forehead rest against the wheel in relief. At least that went well.

She was in the middle of her breather when a knock on her window startled her. Y/N took a few more seconds to herself before looking up and seeing the boy from before looking more awkward than when she he was before.

She rolled down the window, and right when he opened his mouth to speak the engine died.

"No," she whispered to herself, her stomach sinking, "No, no, no."

"Um, here's your groceries?" the boy said with a smile, but Y/N only opened the engine after getting out of her car. He stood there for a second before setting them inside the drivers seat and following her. He leaned over the hood and started to hack violently. The engine was fuming and Y/N wanted to cry for what seemed the millionth time that day. "Did you beat this one up too?"

She gave him a look but he only smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, it just slips out sometimes."

"It's okay... You're a boy."

The boy smiled. Did she just notice now? "Nice observation."

"Do you know anything about cars?"

"I know they aren't supposed to smell like that."

Pursing her lips, she rolled her eyes, "Thanks, so helpful."

"I try."

Letting out a laugh of disbelief, she leaned against the car and groaned. What was she going to do know? Even though breaking into the guys car was one of extremely embarrassing, she had been filled with a little bit of hope. The shitty day would end and she could go home. But now... There was no decent solution.

"Umm, would you want a ride in my car?" Y/N raised an eyebrow and he tried to hurriedly explain, "It's just I saw the sticker on your back window and we go to the same school. My Mom would kill me if I just left you here, so..."

-

The car ride home was so awkwardly silent, Y/N had even asked for his name.

"Percy Jackson," he said and flashed her a smile that she didn't return. She was too tired, and this guy was too happy. He probably shit out sunshine rays and Y/N just... was not about that life. Plus, his name sounded irkingly familiar, as if he had been in one of her previous classes.

"Nice to meet you," she said after a while, her imaginary Mother shaking her fist at the girl during that silent moment, "I'm Y/N L/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, and she almost looked for that feeling that all her friends talked about. The one where their stomachs churned pleasantly and it seemed that they don't even remember what happened before and after seeing him. All the memories from that day were separate. The life they knew before and after her friends met the one. But there was nothing, no shocking realization or fireworks. She could have just met Zeus himself and Y/N wouldn't be able to tell the difference. "Nice name."

"Thanks," she whispered quietly and played with the hem of her shoe. She had originally placed it on the dashboard but Percy sucked in a harsh breath and then the foot was back balancing on her thigh.

"Ya," and then it was awkward silence again.

Inside her mind, Y/N was cringing. This boy was nice, way too nice, and probably the most good looking kid she had ever seen. It was a wonder how she had never noticed him, or at the very least seen him around her school. Now, she had murdered his car, almost broke into it, screamed at him about her engine, and he decides to drive her home because well, she didn't know. It shouldn't matter because she was just repaying him by being awkward.

"Umm, why are you being so nice to me?"

What? God, why was she such a nerd? And an introvert. She needed to go out more.

"Uh," he said and glanced at her as she pointed to the left and he put his blinker on, "I don't know what you mean."

"I beat up your car, probably would have made the stupid alarm go off if you hadn't stopped me and then you follow me to give me my groceries that I had forgotten. My car doesn't start and you offer me a ride home even though you don't know my name." Y/N finished with a huff. Surprisingly, she felt better as if she had just finished crying and got it all off her chest.

"So?"

"So? It's not very high-school boy of you."

Percy laughed, "Well, I'll try harder to be more high school boy if you want."

"No, I like whatever you've got going on here," She said and waved her hand at him.

"Good. I don't feel like pulling over and dropping you off at a random street. Besides, Mom would be pissed at me. When I tell her what happened today, because I'm sorry but I have too. She's going to wonder what took me so long. But, umm," he paused for a second to collect his thoughts, "When I tell her what happened, she's gonna ask if I brought you home or not, and this way I won't have to lie."

He flashed another smile at her and she felt a slight tingle on her face that her friends talked about. But then again, maybe it was her nose going numb from the air conditioning. It was like this boy secretly lived in Alaska. "I'm a shit liar, by the way."

"Couldn't have guessed."

"What gave me away?"

Y/N stared at him for a second before laughing, "You said it."

He had the audacity to look embarrassed, yet please at the same time. "Well, you looked like you needed some cheering up."

Her laugh died from her eyes as the words sunk in. It was not the first time Percy put his foot in his mouth, sometimes he wished he could actually think before he would speak. He would try, but it's not socially acceptable at his age for long periods of silence in between conversations to take place so he can run over his words.

She huffed and crossed her arms, and it felt like Percy's insides were crushed between the space of her chest and twisted limbs. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. He gave her a gentle little thing that somewhat resembled the corner of his lips titling up.

Percy didn't know her at all, but she seemed like the girl that was disappointed with the world. Y/N was too pretty to be disappointed. Percy's Mom had always told him that the prettiest people in the world were dreamers, and the world never held up to their expectations.

Percy didn't really like that for Y/N.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, her face never wavering from the road ahead.

"Umm, what's your favorite animal?"

He took Y/N so off guard that she answered, "A cat."

"Why a cat?"

Y/N hesitated, who questions their favorite animal? "Umm, because I relate to them, I think."

"Why because you like lasagna and are scared of accordions?"

"I'm sorry, what?" He had her full attention now. She wasn't even trying to pretend to be mad at him. Her entire body, despite the restrictions of the seatbelt, was turned towards him.

"Have you never heard of Garfield?"

"Of course, I have." Y/N answered, "Who hasn't? But I thought Garfield was scared of scales and diets."

"He is. But he's also scared of accordions. I have to impress you with my extensive Garfield knowledge somehow right?" Y/N snickered, her fingers massaging her forehead. This boy was something else, she liked it.

"Well, do you relate to Garfield?" he asked a minute later.

Y/N laughed so hard that the back of her head hit the seat and she snorted, which only set her into another laughing fit. "I'm sorry," she said still giggling a little bit, "It's just who relates to Garfield?"

"A girl who tries to break into cars, I guess."

Y/N didn't think Percy had it in him to be so sarcastic. After spending a little under fifteen minutes with him, she had judged him as the boy who apologized despite doing nothing wrong and had fallen in love with his best friend but would never tell them. The boy who lived next door type.

He was sweet, and funny, and so incorrigibly cute that Y/N was shocked that she had been able to have a decent conversation with him.

So, she did what she did best with cute boys: pretend she wasn't attracted to them.

She shoved his arm even though he was driving, ignored him after with a fake pout, and even refused to say goodbye to him as she got out of the car. He had laughed at all of her antics and kept repeating his goodbyes over and over, getting louder and louder with each one.

After the door was shut, she snuck over to the window where the curtains were drawn and peeked through. He was still there, staring at the door. She watched him until he drove off.

A surreal giggle peeked through her, her smile seeming unable to wipe off. Her body thrummed with energy. For the first time in a while, her chest felt light and airy, as if drugged with hope.

-

The magical energy in the form of Percy Jackson had worn off by the time school started that Monday. She had gotten to school as late as possible that day, her stomach twisting and turning itself. The last thing Y/N wanted to do was see her best friend. Y/N had ignored her the entire weekend, all her calls and texts had gone ignored. Her own actions had almost been surprising to her, she had a knack for forgiving others who didn't deserve her mercy. Y/N supposed she had finally had enough.

Fortunately, she had gotten through the entire first half of the day without seeing her by ignoring her texts and calls, dodging her attempts at meeting Y/N at her own locker, and even purposely coming into Y/N's class with the excuse of office aid.

It was now lunchtime and Y/N was lucky enough to have her first meeting of the Environmental Club scheduled today. Her best friend would never even think of stepping in here, Y/N had too many good friends who would love to give her a good shove.

Even though she was thankful to have somewhere to hide from her friend, Y/N was anxious to enter the classroom. Her nerves felt fuzzy from toes to her hairline, which only made her more nervous. Y/N had a habit of stumbling over her words when she was nervous, and she did not need that today.

The meeting room was just an empty classroom with her biology teacher from freshman year eating a sandwich in the corner of the classroom. Y/N was almost 100% sure he was a biker version of Santa Claus. Sure, he was a lot less generous with his grades, but he looked exactly like the Santas at the mall just with tattoos and a tommy bahama shirt.

The turnout varied. There were the usual, Y/N, Triton the President of the club, this random freshman named Tyson, Grover and his girlfriend. That was about it. Sometimes it was just them. Other times, usually when there was pizza, a lot more people showed up.

Today was one of those days. A group of giggling freshman girls eyed Triton appreciatively, while a girl named Ella and Tyson went over notes in the corner. Grover smiled and waved from the pizza stand and Y/N grimaced but waved back.

Gods, this was going to be at the top of her list of embarrassing moments, right next to having a mental breakdown with Percy's car.

Triton started off the meeting with his usual greetings of putting Y/N in charge. He grinned down at her menacingly once he announced she would be taking over the rest of the meeting. She had never wanted to flip off someone so much that Y/N pressed her hand against her thigh and flipped him off secretly.

Triton moved off the stand and sat on his phone by Tyson and the freshman girls, they giggled and moved closer to him.

She rolled her eyes and smiled at everyone from the platform despite her trembling fingers and her tongue feeling as if it weighed tons.

Y/N tried to focus on the light from the windows lighting up dust like tiny stars and the way the crank from the air conditioning reminded her of boring days in this classroom where there wasn't the threatening future looming over her.

Triton expected her to announce her own failure. She wanted to cry.

Triton was the biggest asshole she had ever met. He had been held back so many times that no one truly knew how old he was, and nobody dared to ask. The one thing he somewhat cared about was this club. He had been President for the past how many years he had been here despite that he did nothing.

As it was her Senior year and Y/N had never worked so hard to keep a club going, she decided to run for President. It turned out that Triton was finally graduating but it never occurred to him that he would have to give up his position. Y/N had never seen him so mad in her life, and he decided to punish her for his graduation.

She took a breath and smiled at everyone. She could do this. "Hey guys. So thank you for coming today. Pizza will be served at the end of the meeting, as per usual." She said and leaned against the podium. Her voice was shaking but Y/N had to pretend she didn't realize for her own sanity. Looking more casual would hopefully calm her down. Maybe looking around the crowd would help. "Umm, today we are revealing next year's President which is really exciting-" As people started to clap, she choked on air, and suddenly she was stuck in a coughing fit struggling to catch a breath. Percy had been sitting in the back. They had made eye contact and then she had forgotten how to breathe.

Hands were on her back, and she was guided outside the classroom then sat down by the lockers. The feet left and she coughed some more but it died down. The tickle in her throat felt like someone was itching her throat with a feather. Y/N had to clear her throat multiple times to try to get it to go away but nothing worked. Her lungs burned as she filled them with air. She felt her hands shaking violently again and she leaned her head against the lockers.

She hadn't even gotten to the announcement part.

A water bottle was handed to her but she didn't move to open it. Pretty, tan hands did it instead, she watched them languidly.

"I think I have a knack for creating your breakdowns," Percy said with a smile. She looked up at him with her hand still against the locker. Her lips felt too heavy to give him a real smile, so she settled for a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. "I don't know about you, but sleeping in the hallways isn't really ideal."

Y/N snorted and her chest fluttered. She sat up then and took the water. Her throat was so parched it burned as the water went down.

"Ya, I'm not one for naps on floors that haven't been cleaned since the school opened either. Just when I start yacking so hard, you have to bring me outside."

Percy laughed and it was so contagious that she caught herself giggling with him.

"How's Garfield?"

"Garfield?" Y/N questioned.

"Ya, you know," Percy said and stuffed his hands into his hoodie. She wondered how often he did that. "Garfield, your car."

"What?" Y/N said laughing as she looked at him. He was already looking at him and Y/N hurriedly turned towards the lockers in front of her again. Yay, now she made things even more awkward. But Y/N couldn't help it, he really liked eye contact and Y/N didn't. End of story. "I've never named my car anything."

"I had a feeling. You don't seem the type, so I named him for you. Garfield in honor of your favorite animal."

Y/N hit him with the water bottle. If any other person had done this, then they probably would have remembered to put the cap on. It was too bad she was a world class idiot. However, to her horror, Y/N had only realized that would happen once it did.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Y/N scrambled around for anything to dry the water with but all she found was a disgustingly dirty straw wrapper and a dried piece of gum. Y/N didn't know him that well, but she figured he wouldn't want to use that. She settled for using her own shirt instead.

Percy was laughing the entire time, and was pushing away her hands. It was like Percy was made just to embarrass her, as if baby bunnies were going to die everyday if she didn't embarrass herself every time he was around. "Y/N, Y/N," he repeated, grabbing her hands and placing them in his lap, "It's fine." She wouldn't look up at him and continued to look at their hands. He was so close to her that her focus had gone out the window. Her hands were abuzz and Y/N felt another coughing fit coming along.

It was just like her friends had explained. Oh god, it was exactly the same. Her tirade of a crush smashing Y/N with the weight of it.

"Y/N, I don't care honestly," her heart pounded in her throat and Y/N started to laugh nervously. She was screwed. "If anything it will just piss off Octavian which makes this even better." Percy said, mistaking her panic for spilling water on him. Gods, he probably thought she was a freak.

Fortunately, Grover came into the room. She had never been more thankful for him, Y/N had a feeling that if Percy spend anymore time this close to her she was going to either faint or have another coughing fit, maybe even both. "Come on, Percy. Triton just announced that you were President, he wants a little speech."

"Speech?"

Grover shrugged, "That's what he said. Although, I have a feeling that you could tell him that the world was dying and he would be crying tears of happiness."

He patted Y/N's head, and she tried to engrain this feeling into her brain. "You'll be fine right."

She nodded, and his hands left her. It was like a light switch had turned on and suddenly her brain started working again.

Y/N grabbed Percy's wrist before he left, "You're the President."

Percy nodded and Y/N muttered a little, "Oh," under her breath. She didn't know quite how to feel anymore. How had she not noticed before? It must have been why his name sounded so familiar, but she couldn't put a finger on where she had remembered him from.

Percy went to kneel next to her again, but Grover cleared his throat. He looked torn, and looked at Y/N then Grover and back again before leaving with a hand on her shoulder. She didn't shy away but wouldn't look at him either.

Just as they crossed the threshold Y/N heard Grover tell Percy that Y/N was supposed to be President. Her lip quivered, but she pressed them together. She could practically feel Percy's glance at her. She wanted to hit Grover in the back of the head and also wanted to run away. If she wasn't so emotionally drained she probably would have.

-

Y/N met her fate at the end of the third period. Her next class was a free period, fortunately. It gave her just enough time to wait in line for the food line.

"Hey, criminal girl," someone whispered into her ear. She just about jumped four feet.

She turned around to see Percy. Her chest hurt a little, and she wasn't sure it's from the scare or Percy giving her all of his attention. Y/N settled for both.

"Umm, hey," she said and eyed the two boys behind him. The pair looked almost identical, except for their different sized scars on their face, and the one on the left was taller. They were giggling like elementary school children and making suggestive faces at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Hoping to cut in line with you," Percy says, a plea in his voice.

Y/N meant in a general, in a what are you doing here talking to me? kind of way. If Y/N were Percy, she would have stayed as far away from his as possible. But then again, she knew that wasn't true. Percy could have told her he was half god and the son of the god of fish poop and Y/N would have swooned.

"What are you doing here?"

She gave him a look when he started to snicker, then marched past him and threw out her hand with a smile, "Y/N L/N."

Both boys looked shocked that she had started to talk to them and Y/N couldn't lie. She was just as surprised by her actions. Fortunately, they didn't seem to mind and kickstarted into action. The taller one of the left with a faded scar running down the side of his face said, "Luke Castellan. Nice to meet the girl Perseus hasn't stopped talking about for the last few days."

"Your name is Perseus?" Y/N asked a shit eating grin creeping up her face. Percy looked like he just found out Gaea was coming after him. She turned back to the Luke kid who had turned red from trying not to laugh, "I want to personally thank you for that information. It's priceless."

Percy grumbled.

"Hey Y/N," the other one said. She was surprised he knew who she was. Jason was less boisterous than the other two, but still just as mischievous. He had a a type of quiet confidence and grace to him that made her want to hang onto every word she gave him. Y/N also spent a day with him each month, trying to figure out the balance of money she could spend on the club. "So, you're the girl who tried to steal the piece of junk."

"Hey!" Percy exclaimed, "Leave Blackjack out of this!"

"Blackjack?" Y/N questioned.

"My car," Percy said softly to her then scratched his neck.

She laughed quietly, then studied the three boys. "Are you two related?" Y/N asked and pointed to Jason and Luke.

"Nah, I'm dating Jason's sister but Percy and Lightning Skull over here are cousins."

Y/N nodded, processing this information. How had she not seen Percy around? Jason Grace was the Senior Class President, she had to attend monthly meetings to go over the Environmental Club treasury.

A voice cut through their conversation, making Y/N look over Luke's shoulder to see who it was. Piper McClean, the TV anchor and Speech and Debate finalist was walking over with a smile. Her grin was directed at Jason, but just being in the crossfire felt like a gift.

It seemed Jason felt that way too because he suddenly straightened up and turned red in under 2.5 seconds. He walked away with a halfhearted gesture that could have passed as a wave goodbye.

Luke snickered then pointed towards the potential couple with his thumb, "I'm gonna go find Thals while the idiot is love sick."

The line had moved up while Y/N had been distracted, and she flashed a smile at her fellow seniors then ran up to join Percy. He was already forking out some money to pay for whatever food he wanted.

"They seem nice."

"Hmm," Percy said, not looking up from his wallet, "Oh, ya. I've known Jason since Summer and Luke for even longer."

"I thought you and Jason were cousins."

"We are," Percy said and smiled triumphantly when he found a ten dollar bill. She couldn't help but bask in her contentment. Her breaths were coming in deeper and easier. She felt like she had fallen into Sally from Spongebob's little bubble house, there were no threats to take away this short-lived happiness at the moment. "My Dad and my uncle don't get along. Besides, my Dad left when I was young. It wasn't until Jason came over the Summer after meeting at Summer camp and my Mom hugged him for longer than normal that she told us."

Y/N didn't know what to say. She was fortunate enough to have all her family members with her, it wasn't perfect and her parents seemed to really adore fighting. But something is better than nothing. "Shit," she paused, "I know we don't know each other too well, but I'm sorry, Percy."

Percy shrugged with a smile. His hands were buried deep into his hoodie. He looked like the main protagonist in some cheesy coming of age movie, where a cheerleader decides to scoop up the hot but oddball kid in her Shakespeare class. "I mean, you can't really miss something you never had."

Y/N tilted her head from side to side and considered his words, "I never thought of it that way."

"That's why I am known as a secret genius in these halls."

Y/N laughed, "Known? My ass." She was impressed with herself. Y/N hadn't embarrassed herself yet, and she even had introduced herself to one if his friends.

"No one's gonna know the new kid."

Now, that took Y/N by surprise, "You're new? That makes so much more sense." She leaned her head against her hand which was resting on the sill of the window as they finally reached the front of the line.

It was why she had never noticed him before, why Jason and Luke were hanging out together, why Percy knew Jason. It just all seemed to connect under seconds.

"Hey Rachel!" Y/N grinned, perking up from seeing her old friend. Rachel had been on her sports team freshman year. Y/N spent most of her time on the bench, still did, but Rachel had been there along with her so it was okay. She was a good friend and an even funnier person. Rachel had no licensee, which left Y/N's sophomore season screaming the entire way to their away games.

"Hi," she smiled and Y/N wanted to laugh. Rachel's smile was incredibly contagious, something about it being too mischievous to be anything good. "What can I get for you two?"

They ordered and Rachel nor Percy wouldn't let her pay. "It will make your payment easier for breaking into my car. Then you can drive me home and buy me lunch. Maybe even a little beating up the car sesh."

Y/N looked at Rachel wide eyed. Her heart picked up at the thought of spending time with him outside of school. "You never said anything about a repayal." She objected, and tried to swipe food from him.

He pivoted and held everything over his head, out of her reach. She crossed her arms and glared at him. His green eyes twinkled, and she marveled at how shockingly handsome he was. It truly wasn't fair. If she had his beauty, she would have used it to her advantage but then again, he probably does.

"Well, you kind of beat up my car, criminal girl. I was hoping for at least a thank you."

Y/N rolled her eyes. He had this way of backing her into her own corners. He turned his back and continued his purchase, shooting a victorious look over his shoulder as the receipt printed out.

Y/N stood alone by the cashier for a whiplashed moment. Jesus Christ. What the fuck was going on? She felt like she was meeting Percy over again. He acted so differently than when he was in the car.

It was like she'd been sucked into a tornado, tossed around, and then spit out alone in the front of the lunch line.

He threw away the cover at the trashcan and Y/N reluctantly walked up next to him, the condiments were right next to the trash can. He grinned at her and she struggled not to return it. "We're going to spend a lot more time together, so you're going to have to turn that frown upside down."

Y/N snickered and elbowed him. He grinned and leaned against the trash can. She eyed him and wrinkled her nose. So disgusting.

He quickly got off it, as if he hadn't realized what he was going. Percy brushed off the sleeve of his hoodie then smelled it. It only made Y/N laugh harder and shake her head. "What do you mean spend more time together?"

"Well, one you owe me," he said and shot her a look. The smirk on her face made her wary. "And the Environmental Club rulebook states that co-presidents have to spend loads of time together."

He was walking backwards and Y/N couldn't lie she was impressed until he stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not co-President then."

"What if I told you, you were." Percy said, studying her. Her head shot up so fast, her vision blurred. It was as if an airplane from the sky had just dropped a bunch of wooden skewers right on her. They didn't hurt her, she was more shocked than anything. "Grover told me what happened and I just thought it was entirely unfair what Triton did to you. And you're fun to be around so during my speech I said that you were co-president but couldn't come in cause you were still coughing. Everyone seemed to believe it, so."

Y/N was quiet. She had never been so touched in her life. Being everyone's second choice sucked, but Percy had just admitted he thought she was fun. For a lot of people it wouldn't seem like such a big deal but Y/N felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

"I mean, you don't have to do it, if you don't want to. I can always tell everyone it had been a mistake. You're just a cool person and stuff. I would have a better time being president if you were doing it with me."

"I'd love to, Percy."

"Really?" Percy looked up from where he was tracing the sidewalk with his shoe. She had never seen him so happy yet shy. Y/N bit her cheek to keep herself from smiling too big. She felt tingly all over, it was stupid but she liked it. It wasn't electricity like how her friends had said they felt with their boyfriends, Y/N had never been electrocuted so she didn't know how it felt. But somehow she knew that Percy was more than just tiny shocks.

-

They were assigned their first project together a week later. Co-Presidency was a lot more fun than she had thought. Percy had used the excuse of inviting Y/N over to his table for lunch to 'discuss tactics'. Y/N knew that wasn't what he meant but she didn't mention anything.

Her best friend had asked to speak to her when she was studying with Percy. It was more like Percy whining about how senior year was supposed to be easy and how his life was so hard, while Y/N asked him questions from her stack of flashcards.

But the second Percy saw the panic on her face, he had asked her politely if she could talk to Y/N later because he had a test next period and really needed the help.

Y/N had thought he was bad at lying.

Once she left, Percy had put an arm around her and brought Y/N closer to him. He whispered into her ear, "I got you, criminal girl."

She smiled at her lap, and risked a glance at him. He was staring at her as if she was some question on a test he couldn't figure out. He held her intimacy of being understood in his hands.

She leaned into him.

-

At the end of the day, Percy met Y/N by her car. Their cars were amongst the last few left, except for some of the athletic representation and staff. Her shoes squeak against the pavement, but he doesn't even flinch; he just smiles at her.

She knocks his hat down as a makeshift greeting and a way to distract him so she doesn't see her double-checking it is in fact her car. Y/N already made a fool of herself before, she didn't want to do it again.

Unfortunately, he notices because he snickers behind her and jabs her sides. Her heart leaps into her throat then drops down to her feet, like some rollercoaster ride. She has to lean against the car to calm her racing breath. He laughs even harder at that and grabs her keys from her purse before getting in the passenger seat.

Once Y/N feels confident enough that she won't have a stroke around him, she gets in the car. Percy already has plugged his phone into apple car play and is playing some dumb song from his playlist. She faintly recognizes it as some song from the Little Mermaid.

"I don't think I needed the keys to get in here, did I?"

Y/N laughs and starts it, fortunately Garfield doesn't stall, "Probably not." She is about to pull out when she remembers that Percy is still in her car. "Now, get out. I have to go home."

"To do what?"

Y/N huffs and feels embarrassment climbing up her spine like the slimy snake in Adam and Eve, encouraging her to make up some lie so she can look cooler. But unlike them she doesn't fall into that pit, "I dunno."

"Okay, so no plans for the rest of the night then."

Y/N gives him a look that lets him know he isn't even a quarter as casual as he thinks he is. Percy takes it in stride, since Y/N answers his question despite his glaring obviousness. "I mean the only thing I planned on was going home and finishing my book, unless someone has a better idea."

She hopes Percy supposes he's supposed to be that someone, but sadly, he hasn't thought this far ahead into the conversation. He fumbles, stammering out little nonsensical half-sentences, but Y/N is blissfully unbothered. "Don't we have to work on the project?" His head is leaning against the headrest and Y/N wonders how someone stuttering can look so casual, and composed, and pretty.

He lights up then, and Y/N smiles unconsciously. Her heart beats a bit faster when his eyes met her own. She doesn't look away, and she feels this pull. The rest of the world turns into white noise, non-existent and unimportant. Y/N wants to reach out and touch him, just feel his skin against her own. It's addicting and exhilarating. "Ya," his voice comes out deeper than normal, and he has to clear his throat before speaking again, but even then it comes out softer than normal. He's doing this thing with his eyes, it makes her stomach flutter. And even though she shouldn't, she wanted to kiss him. "That's a good idea."

They stared at each other unapologetically as they sat there. Her eyes traveled from his aqua green eyes that resembled the ocean so much that she felt a serene feeling wash over her, as if she had just taken a whiff of salt water. Then, she realized that it was just Percy. Something about knowing how he smelled made her heart pound. She wondered how he kissed, whether he liked to go fast or slow. She knew that with him it wouldn't matter to her. Her eyes moved down to his throat and watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. She saw the tilt of his lips and a flash of a dimple, the dip of his collarbone, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing.

By the time she looked back up, neither of them moved, even though Percy had just admitted that he wanted to leave.

And then suddenly he was moving. He put his phone in the cup holder, and his fingers brushed against hers in a split second of what felt like life. Then he slid across the seat and slipped her cheeks into his warm hands, his fingers raked through the back of her hair, and Percy kissed Y/N.

He barely touched her. Just a light brushing of lips against hers, the slightest feel of his breath on her face.

It shot through her in milliseconds. Even though it was just a press of lips, her breathing was ragged.

His hands were still stuck in her hair, and he was still so close to her. It made her a little breathless.

They stayed there, just taking each other in, neither moving or breaking eye contact. He looked at her like it was work not to look at Y/N. It's silent until it's not.

"You know those people you just sort of... vibe with?" Percy whispered, his eyes closing as he leans his forehead against hers. Her breath shudders.

She was glad he asked the question before invading her personal space again, her focus always went out the window. "Vibe with?" She giggles a little at the choice of word.

But Percy doesn't, he looks at her with a kind of seriousness that silences her immediately. Then, she thinks about his question, really thinks about it. Y/N was familiar with it. There are some people that when you meet you just click with, their vibes just vibe with yours. Those are the people you want to keep in forever because at the end of the day, they are who you want to be and Percy is more herself than she is.

But instead of staying that she just nods, and their noses brush. His lips quirk up. "Well, you are that person for me, I think."

Y/N smiles, and plants one of him. When she peels herself away from him, he chases her lips and she lets him. Choosing instead to murmur against his, "You're that person for me too."

[obsssions]

                            JANGMI’S HEADCANONS #001.

001. how does your muse relate to the month they were born in? is it important to them?

                JUNE IS AN IMPORTANT MONTH TO JANGMI, not only is it her birthday month but june was one of the most important months to her family growing up. due to her father’s job as the owner of an inn in jeju-do, june was one of the busiest times of the year because that’s when many of the tourists came to visit the island. tourism was integral to the success of the family and summer tourists were their bread and butter. jangmi always loved when the inn was filled with interesting people living their interesting lives; also, of course, her father always made sure to throw her a big, big party on the inn’s giant balcony overlooking the ocean.

002. do they believe the month they were born in has any influence on how their personality has grown?

                BEING A SUMMER BABY, she likes to think that she blooms in the warmth of the summer’s rays. growing up, jangmi loved what june symbolized, from the longest day of the year to the big, bright sunsets that dazzled her night after night. she’s always thought that people were just happier when june came, and if the month she was born in brought out the best in people, she always wanted to try and be that way, too. 

003. do they believe in horoscopes and zodiac signs? if yes, how do they represent them?

               JANGMI IS A FAN OF THE ZODIAC, both western and eastern. any way that she can better explain the ways in which her personality works is beyond welcome to her; however, please, no gemini slander in her prescence ( she will do her best to change your opinions about geminis! they’re not all that bad! )

004. what are your muse’s months aesthetics like? anything that applies to both your muse’s character and the month?

               ONE WORD: COTTAGECORE! jangmi is a big fan of greenery, long, flowy dresses and skirts, and cute animals ( she has two cats and a beloved little bunny rabbit, after all ) she prefers comfort over everything, but if it can also look cute, then she’s all for it. jangmi doesn’t consider herself super into the cottagecore lifestyle, but maybe someday she could be!

005. do they relate to other months as well? do they think there are people born in other months they vibe more with or less with?

               SHE DOES GET VERY DOOMY AND GLOOMY, so she always finds herself attracted to and drawn to those who were born in winter’s cold, but she also loves the fiery passions of those born in the hotter months of summer, namely july and august babies.

[noraajune]

WANTED CONNECTION IDEAS

This is just gonna be a place where I dump all of the ideas I have for potential plots and connections, so if anyone would like a connection with Nora but can’t think of one then hopefully this might help a bit!! 🥰 I’ll probably edit/add to this when I think of more ideas.

All connections ideas below can be filled by any FC/muse of any gender! Romantic ones are all exes as Nora is this close [insert minuscule gap here] to admitting how much she loves Remy so 🥰

PLATONIC

001 // childhood friends Anyone from San Francisco who Nora could’ve grown up with or gone to school with who’s moved to NYC. Childhood friends who hung out with her and her sister? They could be aware she’s moved there so they look her up. Maybe someone who knew her late best friend Annie? 

002 // fellow art lovers Someone who she sees at art events or someone who goes along with her? Anyone who she’d be happy to share her art with who would be honest with her and give her a critical opinion when it’s needed. 

003 // tattoo enthusiasts Nora has seven tattoos of her own, so this could be a connection with someone who’s worked on any of her ink. All seven of her tattoos she got after moving to NYC. Could just be a connection with anyone else who loves tattoos? One day she wants to design and work on them herself and have that be her main source of income, so there could be a link with that at some point too?

004 // customer friends who look out for her as she works She’s quite savvy behind the bar and very used to people trying questionable behaviour out on her, but it’s always nice to have another pair of eyes watching what’s going on, especially for those moments when her boss Jonah is busy. Frightening off would-be harassers with a death stare makes for the start of a beautiful friendship with Nor ❤️

005 // fashion bestie Nora loves her own sense of style (not everyone does lmao). It would be cute to have a connection with someone who actually knows something about fashion - someone who’d enjoy shopping trips with her and all that fun stuff. Cue changing room montage!

ROMANTIC

001 // high school exes Nora probably dated one or two people when she was at high school in San Francisco. Back then she had no idea who she was or what she was doing, and her relationship with her sexuality was a bit of a mess. I’m open to any kind of ex dynamic here - maybe they’re happy to see each other and are glad that they’ve both seemed to find their place in the world? Or could just be as simple as they once dated and that was that? 

002 // the relationship that ended sour They dated and things ended very badly. Maybe they fought a lot? Perhaps their break-up was messy? Maybe this person cheated on her? Just anything that was bad for the both of them in the end. I’m open to plotting something out. Whatever happened between them, when they see each other again, it’s not a friendly encounter. 

003 // the first person she dated after losing annie Nora was a shell of the person she is now, and not particularly nice to be around. She was incredibly closed off, hard to read and just all around frustrating to deal with. Maybe they ended things quite quickly because she just didn’t seem to be into it whenever they spent time together?

004 // unrequited crushes These could’ve happened over the years - someone who she’s crushed on in the past or who’s crushed on her. Perhaps feelings have changed and they’ve become friends? We love cute little innocent crushes.

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 2

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Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to have seen a single James Bond movie to understand the story, trust me

Tw: Mentions of past transphobia. Descriptions of a dead body like right away, jump to the 3rd paragraph if you wanna skip that

Picani's body sat lifeless against the bed. His eyelids were still open but his eyes had rolled back into his skull. Parts of his shirt had turned red from blood.

The most gruesome part was his neck though. large chunks of meat and skin were missing, leaving only a bloody mess of nerves and bone. It looked as if someone had bitten down into it. It was an inhumanly large bite.

Remy stared at him with wide eyes. They'd seen dozens of dead bodies and yet tears pressed on. Remus lowered his gun for a moment and was about to reach out to hug them but stopped himself. They didn't have to time for comfort until the job was over for the day.

Instead he hunched down next to the body and inspected the gaping wound. "I think Jaws might have done this" He said after a while.

All Remy could get out as a response was a quiet sniffle and a nod.

Jaws had become an infamous killer among the MI6. He had single handedly murdered more agents than anyone else. If 005 and Picani was to be counted his total of murdered agents were 6 and that was only after at most 3 years of being a threat. Since most of the people who'd seen him was now dead all they knew was that he had a tall muscular, nearly inhumane stature and of course his teeth. His sharp metal teeth. Similar to a shark's. His usual murder method was biting chunks out of his victim's neck before letting them slowly die.

Remus could pick up Picani's corpse with ease. It hung limp in his arms. It was best to get it back to the MI6 so he could get a proper burial. He looked up and saw Remy stare at him with wide panicked eyes. They moved their finger up to their lips.

He stopped and listened. There was a ticking...a ticking...a...a bomb! He looked at Picani's body and in horror realized there was a bomb strapped to his back. A bomb that had began to count down when he moved it.

He dropped picani's body instantly. He instead heaved Remy up into his arms before dashing to the closest window. He shielded them from the glass as he jumped out. Right as the ticking stopped and an explosion went off.

He felt heat against his cheek as he fell down into the snow a story below. When he looked up all that was left of the hotel room was fire. His breathing was quick and his thought blurry. Boards and burning bedsheets were falling down around him. Glass pieces had pierced his skin.

"Guards- They have definitely noticed that. That guy wasn't there to like actually guard the place. He was there to make sure no one found Picani or to see Who would try to find him. There must be others. He must have told them by now" Remy heaved out in one big realization. They met their husband's eyes "Babe we gotta go"

They tried to stand up in the snow but fell down again because of their high heels. They let out a few swears words while taking off their shoes. Remus looked around for a quick escape route. To his luck the hotel guest's skiis were stored in a shed a few meters away from them. With a swift kick the wood door fell down. He took on a pair of skii boots while Remy stood guard.

His spouse quietly tapped on his shoulder. In the distance voices could be heard. Remus motioned for them to take a pair of boots as well but they shook their head. There was no time.

Remus gave them his gun before getting on the skiis. Remy wrapped their legs around his waist and held their arms around his shoulders. He was looking forward while they were keeping an eye on the back with the gun ready in their hand. The guards became visible from the side of the hotel. A shot was fired.

"Go!" Remy commanded.

With one quick motion they shot down into the steep hill. Trees blew by as he maneuvered across the thick snow. The guards weren't far away, they'd also found skiis.

Remy saw in a haze how a bullet blew past them just a few inches away. They tried to steady their hand enough to shoot back but it was all far too shaky and far too dark. They looked around and caught eye on a part of the mountain where the trees were even closer together.

"Babe! To your right!" They said quickly.

Remus nodded while turning. The trees were so close together he had to hold his arms against his chest to not run into anything. It forced everyone to slow down slightly, including the guards. Remy leaned their hand against their husband's shoulder and shot. The bullet landed right in one of the guard's thighs making him fall over.

Right as they were about to fire another shot Remus knocked into a tree and one of his skiis stuck. It made him go into a half circle before the skii fell off and he was left going backwards down the hill with only one skii on.

In a panic he grabbed on a tree and forced himself to turn around again. He flailed his free leg around to try and keep his balance. Remy teared off a loose branch from a tree and threw it at the guards before shooting anywhere and everywhere at them while they were busy trying not to get hit by the branch.

Left was a few guards. The trees disappeared and they came out into a wide patch of nothing but snow. Remus felt a bullet whine past his arm. He did an abrupt turn to give Remy a clearer shot. The snow became red from blood as another guard fell down.

He spotted a steeper part of the moutain and drove to it. When he got closer he realized it was a cliff. Far down he could spot a barn.

He heard bullets pass by him as he drove up to it. He tried to get as much speed as possible before diving off the cliff. While falling he kicked his skii off and took Remy into his arms. He hoped the snow would dampen his fall.

There was a loud crack as he collapsed down into the ground, it was probably one of his bones breaking again. Remy didn't give him a chance to breathe. They stood up and forced him over to the barn. The roof hid them from the guards seeing them.

"We gotta get outta here. Who knows if there's some otha way down here" Remy said while breathing heavily "Y'know otha than the ridiculously dangerous way you just took"

"Hey at least I took the fall instead of you!" Remus pointed out.

"That doesn't make it better! You still like probs got hurt"

The adrenaline rush from the chase started to wear off and Remy realized just how cold it was. They only had the dress and some tights on. They were so cold their skin ached. Remus noticed and took off his blazer, he laid it around their shoulders instead.

Remus stood up and promptly picked up his spouse bridal style since they definitely couldn't walk in the snow without shoes unless they wanted to freeze to death. He moved his bracelet so two specific parts connected. A quiet sound could be heard as the communicator in the bracelet activated.

"Q?" He asked.

It took a while and he repeated it a few more times before he got a reponse "I expect this to be important because I had to pause the documentary I was watching to answer" Q, also known as Logan answered.

"0012 is dead" Remus stated bluntly. Remy winced "But I can report more on that later. We need a warm and safe place to stay before our fingers freeze into bloody ice cream. We're-" He looked around at road signs "2 miles outside Reznekne"

"Excuse me a minute......There. A room has been booked under the name Juris Benzins for you. I have requested that the temperature would be heightened. I'll send you the adress"

"Thanks Q!"

"You're welcome, as always. Call me if you need anything more. Don't die because that would force me to fill out much more paperwork than I want to"

The call ended. Now all that was left was walking. Walking and walking. The snow kept coming down.

Remus noticed how his spouse was shuddering like a leaf in his arms. They were visibly close to falling asleep because of how freezing cold they were. Their skin had turned even paler than usual, almost looking blueish.

(He ignored how cold he was. Ignored how weak his body felt. Ignored his shirt getting spots of red from blood. It wasn't important. Making sure Remy was okay was the only thing that mattered)

"Hey babe" He lightly tapped their cheek "Stay awake. We'll be at the hotel soon. You can tell me your top 3 worst missions you've been on"

"You've...you've heard it before" They mumbled out.

"I just wanna hear my fav dork talk. I'll get anxious about carrying a corpse otherwise"

"Mhmm. Third worst...that mission..you were so stupid..and got so...so hurt. I neva wanna see you...that bloody..and beaten"

"Aww that's cute. I thought the bloody look fit me"

"Neva....second...second worst...we infiltrated that like the the beach place. having no choose but to disguise and...tuck-..horrible..more painful than....than like being shot" They let out a shaking breathe as a cold breeze blew by "Worst..worst...worst mission...easy...easy it...that time I" They grimaced "I had to seduce a lady to..to get...get her to to tell me a like code to stop a missile...Me and women neva go together"

Remus couldn't help but laugh.

"Girl dont laugh at m...my misery. I'mma be a dead- a corpse soon"

"I'm sawry. It's just so stupid that anyone would ever think you're straight"

"Shut up....you got like 3...3 pairs of rainbow thigh highs so you...you aint one to talk"

The conversation came to a halt as they got to the hotel. The receptionist looked shocked as they entered. Who could blame her, they came in in a nice suit and a dress without any jacket while it was heavily snowing outside. She handed them the keys while barely saying anything.

Remy was still shuddering as they were carried into the room. Their lips and nails had turned purple. Remus carefully sat them down on the bed and wrapped all the blankets around them. He made sure they were still awake before going to fill up the bath. While the water ran he searched the entire room for cameras or listening devices. It was an instinct at this point.

With a few stumbling steps Remy got up and tried to get to the bath before collapsing onto their knees. Remus helped them up and gently assisted them with undressing so they could get in.

"When we get home I'm buying nothing except for giant cheeseburgers so you can get some godamn fat on your body to heat you up" Remus grumbled.

"I can like super get behind that" They replied. They closed their eyes and leaned back into the water. "Babe you should warm youself up too"

"I just need to make sure no one can get into the hotel room first an-"

They opened one of their eyes and gave him the look™️ "Babe"

Remus nodded. He grimaced as he took his shirt off, fully revealing the pieces of glass that had pierced into his skin when he jumped out the window. It was painful to get in the water.

Remy got a worried look on their face while inspecting his wounds. They cupped his cheek "We gotta take care of that"

He took their hands and intertwined their fingers instead "Later. Once we've warmed up" He gave them a long and tender kiss "You look so pretty"

"Gurl my makeup is running the fuck off. I'm looking like my skin is melting"

"Skin melting can be hot!" Remus exclaimed with a big grin.

Remy rolled their eyes. They cuddled closer against his chest and wrapped their arms around his waist "Stupid self sacrificing idiot" They mumbled with affection in their voice but their smile quickly disappeared.

Their eyes slowly got filled with rage as they stared out into nothing. Their voice turned cold as they nearly growled out "I'll find Jaws. I'll find him and hurt him over and over until he is begging me to kill him. I'll make him suffer for murdering Emile"

--

9 Years Ago

Lucia had spent the morning just like she spent most mornings, looking for cans and bottles she could use to make a few bucks. It was early December and the lake in the middle of the city had frozen to ice. She would go ice skating if she owned any pair of skates.

She caught eye on a bottle someone had dropped carelessly on the ground and hurried to pick it up and put it in her backpack. When she looked up again she noticed a small figure cowering right between 2 storefronts. Between the walls of the buildings a tiny inwards part was left, just enough to shield a person from the harsh wind.

At further looking she realized it was a teenager. A teenager dressed in nothing but a pair of worn out jeans, shirt and a light jacket. They could be 15 at most. Lucia had always been known as the parent friend so of course when she saw a shivering child she couldn't stop herself from walking up to them.

"Hiya kiddo" She greeted "I'm Lucia. Lucia Marinez"

The person didn't even look at her. They moved their legs closer to their chest to make themself as small as possible. Lucia hunched down in front of them and nearly let out a gasp when she saw their face.

There was a black eye around their right eye. Bruises continued down onto their cheek. Their lip was cracked and dried blood had dribbled down onto their chin.

"Oh dear" She mumbled to herself "I can get you some water to clean the blood up? Or help you get back home? If you have somewhere to go I mean"

No response.

"Okay well I know a place you can stay if you want. I can show you if you'd come with me"

They shook their head.

"That's good, you shouldn't follow strangers to random places. But I'm a good stranger I promise" Lucia wanted to facepalm over how stupid she was sounding. She fumbled around in her pockets "Here I got 3 dollars, take that at least"

She nearly forced the money into the teenager's hands. She let out a quick goodbye before getting up. To her surprise the kid started to follow her as she walked away. They kept their distance but was staring at her with wide vacant eyes the entire way.

It took 30 minutes until they got to the place Lucia was currently living at: under a bridge together with her 3 friends. She turned towards the teenager and put on a smile while doing jazz hands.

"Welcome!" She pointed at a short woman with long curly hair "This is Fray, she's nice" She pointed at her other friend, a lanky one with tired eyes "This is Róse. And last but not least" She pointed at a woman with oversized clothes and a kind smile "This is Lucy. She's my girlfriend. It was her idea to match our names when we choose them" Lucia still blushed when she thought about it.

The stranger still didn't say anything. Lucia's friends got excited and wondered who the hell they were. The attention only made the kid shut themself off even more. Though they accepted the sleeping bag and food the group offered them. (It was Lucia's sleeping bag so she and Lucy started to share one).

2 days went by. The teenager mostly stayed in their sleeping bag. They didn't sleep, didn't talk even though everyone in the group tried to start conversations with them, barely even ate. Fray thought they acted like a grumpy kitten.

It was past 1 am when Lucia noticed the kid shuddering even though they'd crawled into the sleeping bag. Everyone else was asleep so she went over to them. She took off her jacket and laid it over them. They flinched and looked up at her with scared eyes.

"Sorry kiddo. Did I wake you?"

They shook their head and sat up. After a moment of hesitation they put on the jacket. Lucia sat down next to them. It was quiet for a few moments.

"You do have a name right?" She asked "It's okay if you don't. I went without one for a few months before I met Lucy"

No reponse.

"You can vent about why you're here if you want to. I've been told that my shoulder is amazing to cry on"

Lucia looked at the teenager. The bruises were still there. She just wanted them to be able to trust her, she just wanted them to feel safe.

".....I used to be married before I became homeless" She confessed "Me and my ex-wife were planning on having children and I was so excited. It was just...just...I was close to crying every time someone talked about me becoming a dad. It made me realize I had never wanted to be a dad at all or anything like it. We'd been married for 5 years I thought my ex-wife would accept me but as soon as I told her I was trans she turned so...so...cold. She didn't even let me pack my bags before throwing me out"

For the first time the stranger was actually meeting her eyes. Not just staring at her as if she would tear them apart. They'd never met another trans person before.

"i-i was thinking about maybe the name r-remy?" They nearly whispered out "it's a pun on rem sleep...since..i...i'm not good at like sleeping"

Lucia chuckled "Aww that's a great name"

Remy looked away again. They held onto the fabric of their pants so hard their knuckles whitened "it was my fault i was thrown out. i was stupid"

"Oh honey it could never be your fault" Lucia assured.

"it was. i'd bought a trans pride pin. it was so small i thought i would be able to hide it but-" Tears were pressing on in their eyes "i came home from school and my mom had cleaned my room and she found it and my dad was at work i-i will never know how he would have reacted and-"

They choked on their own words. A tear rolled down their cheek. Lucia was about to ask if they were allowed to hug them when Remy buried himself against her chest and held onto her shirt as if their life depended on. The tears had turned into muffled sobbing, as if they couldn't physically hold it back anymore. She wrapped her arms around them and mumbled sweet words into their hair.

"s-she wouldn't stop yelling. she said she didn't w-want me as her child anymore. she would rather see me dead than that i w-would be- i would be-"

Lucia combed her fingers through their hair to comfort them "She was wrong. There is not a single chance she would have ever been right in what she did" Remy looked up at her. She wiped a few of their tears away as they sniffled.

"i-it wasnt the first time- she always- she would- there was always something wrong with me- i was never what she wanted an-and she just kept h-h-hurtin- i must be so h-horrible to have to deal with"

"Dear you didn't deserve any of it. You never did....I...I think that you would be lovely to have as a child" She cupped their cheeks and sent them a small smile "How about we look for a trans pin to replace your old one tomorrow?"

They wanted to say yes but instead "i'm not trans like you are- i- i don't- i want- i use they/them"

"Kiddo me and the other 3 are all old trans hags. I am 99% sure none of us will mind whatever pronouns you use. So then it is planned. We won't stop our search until you get yourself a nice trans pin"

Remy couldn't respond. They were too choked up on another wave of tears, but tears of relief this time. They sobbed into the hug again. Their bruises still hurt but for the first time they actually felt at home.

--

7 Years Ago

"-So y'know I panicked and like ran and it wasn't until like 4 days later I realized he'd probs been meaning to give me his number" Remy concluded.

Róse chuckled at the story. The enby was sitting right in front of her so she could cut their hair. She'd wanted to be a hairdressed for a while now anyway but she hadn't been able to get any work. Not having an adress made it a hundred times harder to get employed.

The two of them were having one of their 'Guy talks' since they were the only two in the group who liked guys. The other 3 were all useless lesbians. Todays talk had mostly been Remy flusteringly rambling about some cute guy with a mustache they'd met who'd made them realize that their new type was apparently guys with msuatches.

"Thanks mom" They said while running their hand through their new haircut.

"No prob hun"

Remy quickly got up and got ready. It was their day to go out and look for bottles and other things that could help them survive. Right before they could leave Lucia grabbed them by their arm.

"Remember kiddo: no alcohol or drugs. You're not 18 just yet. And don't break any laws again! No stealing!"

"I know mom. You don't have to tell me every time"

"Don't accept any jobs from anyone. Not even 1 time things" Fray added on.

Remy nodded while walking away "I got it mom"

"And no intercourse you heathen!" Róse exclaimed.

They pretended like they didn't hear that one as they turned the corner. They immediately decided to head to the fancier part of town. The part where the police would probably force them away if they dared to even sleep in one of the parks.

Remy loved looking into all of the windows of the expensive stores. They daydreamed about owning fancy clothing and buying a house for their moms. They wanted to be makeup artist or costume designer or both. They wanted to reform people into new shapes.

They stopped by a window and stared at the luxurious makeup products. They made a mental note to try and steal something later. Fray's birthday was coming up and they wanted to give her something nice. None of them had the money to transition in any way so makeup or clothes was the best they could get.

They let themself disappear into the crowd of people on the street while looking for someone to steal from. They spotted a man walking next to a bit shorter man while holding in a baby stroller. Remy walked past them while looking in the other direction. They let their hand trail down into one of the men's pocket and quickly grab what felt like a wallet.

With the wallet hidden under their shirt they began to walk in the other direction. They fell into the crowd but sped up their step while looking for a quick exit route. There was a small alley which they quickly went into.

It'd been a good one. The wallet was filled to the brim with money. They took it out and hid it under their shirt while putting the actual wallet in their pocket.

Remy was too busy with happiness over the money to notice the shadow coming up behind them. Before they knew it a hand had grabbed their shoulder and forced them around. An arm slammed them back first against the wall. It was the man they'd stolen from. His cold yellow eyes seemed to stare into their soul.

They were severely underweight and malnourished so it was easy for the stranger to hold them still. He could probably break their bones with ease, like a toothpick.

Remy threw the wallet in his face. He lightened his grip for a moment because of surprise. They took their chance and shoved him away. They heaved themself up on the trashbin standing beside them and jumped so they grabbed onto the railing of an old rusty fire escape stair case. They landed on the stair case and made a run for it up toward the roof. They'd almost gotten halfway up when they heard a click from behind them.

"This is simply a suggestion but I think you should stop" The stranger said.

He was holding a gun. It was pointing right at Remy. Their heart was beating out of their chest as they moved their shaking hand to take the money out from under their shirt. They threw it down at the stranger who caught it midair. Still he kept pointing the gun at them.

"P-please you'll never see me again after this I promise" They stuttered out "I'm sorry but I-I'll disappear and-d ne-never cause trouble again"

"Get down here, and don't try to run" The man commanded.

It felt like their legs would give out under them as they quickly went down the stairs. They kept their hands over their head "I-I have a family"

"Good for you" The stranger replied druly. He motioned for them get closer.

Tears formed in their eye as the gun only was a few inches away from their chest "P-please" They cried out "If I die- I-I- they're no-not my birth parents- i-if I die no one wi-ill tell them. They won't k-know what happened. P-please take me to th-the police or so-omething instead. Do-o-on't please don't k-kill me"

The stranger's eyes stayed cold and uncaring even as they begged. He lowered the gun and shifted it so he was holding it by the barrel and handing over the magazine part to Remy. He pointed at a specific part of it "Is this point red?"

"N-no"

"Why do you think that is?" Before Remy could answer he continued "The safety trigger is on. Right now I am unable to fire. Besides"

He took off the magazine and showed the inside. It was empty. No bullets. He moved his hand down to his pants pocket and took out a bullet. He loaded the gun in a matter of seconds.

"Now I can hurt you" He said "But I won't"

He handed the gun over to Remy who held it lightly in their shaking hands. Their gaze flickered between the thing in their hands and the stranger. A small smile played on the stranger's lips.

"It took me a while until I realized you'd stolen from me. That's impressive"

He held out his hand. Remy didn't shake it.

"Please call me M. Though most call me Deceit" He sent them a warm smile "And you are?"

"Why would I tell you that?" They hissed out while taking a step back.

"That is a great attitude! So I would be very pleased if you would accompany me for dinner so we could talk about your new job. You can keep the gun by the way. Hell shoot me if you're feeling like you're in danger"

Deceit grabbed their wrist and pulled them with him as he walked out of the alley "Job?? Dinner? Wha- I- Weren't you taking me to the cops or something???" Remy sputtered out.

"Oh honey" Deceit moved his arm around their shoulder. He smiled as he whispered to them "If you accept my offer you will be above the cops"