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talaok · 10 months ago

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Daddy knows best

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader

Summary: Joel has given you homework, and although you've never watched porn, one particular thing you see does pique your interest (this is part of a series but can be read alone)

Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence, dub-con, Perv Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, squirting, anal play, one lil pussy slap, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, allusion to oral sex (m), he takes a pic, and LOADS of daddy-kink (Joel is also meaner in this one)

This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

a/n: I am a very sick individual. dont read this. honestly. just dont

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt.4

"Hi daddy!" you smiled, shutting the door to your room to greet him at the entrance.

"hello sweetheart" he grinned at your excitement getting rid of his jacket and throwing it on the coat stand before his eyes traveled to you, and god was he thankful they did.

That tiny baby blue skirt he's bought you was a damn good investment, and your own touch of that little fucking white top was just as good.

There you were, on display for him, all for him... and you didn't even know.

"I like the outfit" he smirked, tilting his head to get a better look at your naked thighs, thighs he now knew from experience to be soft and just... perfect.

"thank you daddy" you giggled, smiling happily

"You know what you need to do sugar, go on" he gestured, his voice deep and almost strained at the thought of what was about to happen.

It had turned into a routine now, but his dick certainly never got used to it.

"of course" you nodded, obedient as ever, your hands going to the hem of your skirt and slowly, slowly bringing it up- up enough to show him your bare core.

Panties weren't allowed anymore.

He didn't know what it was, but there was just something about the fact that he had the power to make you do that, to make you show your whole naked pussy to him in the middle of the living room, in the way your eyes remained on him, patiently waiting for further instructions, pending from his every word, there was something about that that made him thank each existing god every single time.

He got his good look, and then with just a nod he'd made you cover yourself up again.

"good girl" he smiled, getting rid of his boots as you eagerly stalked closer to him.

"how's my favorite girl doing?" he asked, his voice sweet as he wrapped one arm around you, pushing you closer to him.

"good" you nodded "my exam went well today at school"

Your math exam, the same one he'd watched you study a whole week for, even "helping out" in his own way once or twice... a kiss down there for every right answer had become your new favorite study method.

"mhh, of course" he smirked, stroking your cheek "pretty and smart, now that's my girl"

You bit your lip at his words, that warm feeling traveling between your legs once again.

"a-and how did your day go?" you realized was your turn to ask once you got out of the trance his eyes made you spiral into every time.

"mh" he hummed, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to clear his mind of bad memories from his day "Not great sweetheart... but it would have been a hell of a lot worse if I didn't know I was getting you all to myself tonight"

Once again, heat shot to your cheeks at the flattery.

"you thought about me?"

"'f course I did" he spoke softly "couldn't stop thinkin' about all the ways I can help you out tonight"

"yeah?" your eyes widened, excitement piercing through your tone.

"oh yeah" he growled, kissing you as his hand squeezed one of your asscheeks.

You whimpered into his mouth, and he leaned away.

"did you do your homework sugar?"

"mh-mh" you nodded, "I didn't have a lot today, just English"

A chuckle rumbled deep from his chest

He did that often, smiling and laughing at something you said, and each time, you were left confused as to why.

"not those homework, babygirl"

The sound of a choked "oh" came out of your mouth, and that smug, predatory smile he always seemed to have around you persisted on his lips.

"y-yes" you said finally "yes I-I was doing them now"

"yeah?" he grinned, his fingers on your ass trailing lower and lower... and then lower, until his digits connected with your pussy- your wet, drenched pussy.

"I can feel it" he chuckled, his fingers sliding into you for no more than a second,

"daddy" you whimpered

"clean daddy's fingers" he shushed you, bringing the proof of your arousal to your lips, and watching you closely, as you obeyed his command.

It was salty, saltier than his come, you noticed, licking his fingers clean.

"you were in your room?"

you nodded

"let's go then"

__ __ __

Your room was the same as always, pink everywhere, filling every inch of the space, your curtains were drawn, but some light still soaked through them, and the lamp on your bedside did the rest.

You walked before him, as he had instructed, and when you both entered, he closed the door behind you.

You were moving to the bed where you'd left your laptop, when Joel's voice stopped you.

"What's that shirt doing on the floor?"

"oh I must have left it there when I changed" you explained, crouching down to pick it up

"not like that" He tutted "Bend down, keep your legs straight"

You frowned, but obeyed nonetheless, feeling cool air hit your core

"stay like that"

"w-why?"

"'cause daddy's gotta take a picture," he said, pulling out his phone and doing just that, a damn good view in front of him.

"w-why are you always taking pictures?"

he rolled his eyes at your need to question him.

"cause they help me keep track of how healthy you are" he lied through his teeth, walking to you until he could place one of his hands on each of your asscheeks, stroking lazily.

"for example, right now your pussy's very healthy" he drawled, one hand leaving your ass to land a quick slap to your core.

You jolted forward, gasping at the feeling.

It stung, but it also felt kinda... good

He chuckled softly again

"got it?"

"y-yes daddy" you gulped, as he helped you get up, groaning lowly at the feeling of your ass meeting his hard cock.

he turned you around, moving some hair out of your face.

"take off your top"

You did.

"now your skirt"

Again, you did,

remaining completely naked before him.

"good girl" he breathed, his index fingers traveling from the valley of your breasts to your navel, his eyes following suit "Now show me what you found" he nodded to the computer,

He sat on the bed, back against the headboard, and then placed you onto his lap.

He smiled at what he saw on your laptop.

"I-I went to the site you told me" you breathed, your voice no more than a whisper.

"so what do you think of porn?" he smirked

"I-I" Although you were naked, it felt a thousand degrees in that room, and his hands stoking your thighs and your nipples certainly weren't helping "I like... some of it"

"Which ones?"

"the ones that don't feel f-fake" you swallowed thickly

He just grinned

"and did you find a favorite one like I asked you?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, tapping on your computer to switch tabs

"this one"

It was an amateur one, not in hd, the camera not even straight, but the couple... you really liked them

"play it"

with a tap of your middle finger, soft moans started filling the room, as the man in the video started pleasuring the woman with his mouth, grabbing at every piece of her with his hands, as if he couldn't help it, as if he wanted to devour all of her.

You didn't even notice your hips starting to move on their own accord, trying to grind onto something- anything, as your thighs squeezed shut.

Joel chuckled behind you, his eyes not on the screen but on you.

"what do you like about it?"

His lips met with your shoulder as his fingers pinched your nipple, and there was nothing that could have stopped the moan that escaped you from doing so.

"T-they just look so... happy" you whispered, trying not to cry because of how desperately needy you felt between your legs "so in love"

This time, Joel managed to bite down his laugh

"a-and I like-"

you stopped, too embarrassed all of a sudden

"what?"

"n-nothing"

Joel shook his head, his mouth to your ear

"You're drenching my pants, sweetheart, it ain't nothing"

You almost moaned at just the sound of how deep and hot his voice sounded

"I like that" you confessed, urging him to look at the screen

"you like that?"

he didn't even sound like himself anymore, just a wolf, a wolf holding a defenseless bunny.

"y-yes"

"you like that she's on top of him" he taunted, "that she's riding his cock" he murmured "'s that right darlin'?"

"y-yes daddy" you cried, turning your head to look at him, to beg at him "Please" you whimpered "please daddy do something"

It wasn't just heat now, it was burning flames of need pooling between your thighs.

"what about the other part of the homework?" he didn't mind your pleas

"I- I couldn't daddy" you whined, real tears now stinging your eyes "I couldn't do it, not without you daddy- please"

"aw baby" he cooed "my dumb little baby" fake concern filled his features "Show me what you were doing"

"no please daddy just- you do it"

You were going crazy, literally crazy because of how utterly desperate you were.

"stop whining and do as I say" he ordered, his voice colder "or I'm done helping you out"

As if, he laughed in his mind

You obeyed immediately.

You needed him to help you out, there was so much you still had to learn, and you couldn't possibly teach all that to yourself, you couldn't even masturbate for god's sake.

"lay on your back and show me" he said again, as he got up.

He closed your laptop and set in on the floor as you positioned yourself in front of him.

You slowly planted your feet onto the mattress, spreading your legs.

His ravenous gaze fixed on your core.

"go on"

So you did,

One of your trembling fingers traveled to your core, and slowly- oh so slowly- you pushed it inside of you, whimpering lightly.

He didn't say anything, and so you started moving it, trying to mimic what you've seen him so countless times now... and failing miserably.

"I-I can't" an unsatisfied whine fled your mouth

"'f course you can't, not like that" Joel smirked devilishly "Put another finger in"

"b-but"

"just do it"

You tried, you really tried... but you were so scared, it just felt like too much, like you couldn't handle all that

"I-It doesn't fit- it's too much" you cried "Please daddy help me- please please please"

God, but did you ever stop whining?

And so partially because he wanted you to stop, and partially because he just wanted to, he grabbed your waist, pulling you to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.

"It doesn't fit?" he mocked, your fingers pulling out of you just in time for him to plunge two of his own in.

You gasped and moaned and cried all at once.

"Then how come this little pussy can take my whole cock?" he didn't even wait for you to adjust, to stop squirming, before his index finger thrust inside you "How come I can fit three of my fingers in here?"

Real tears fell from your eyes as you moaned and arched your back like a cat.

You tried shutting your legs, but he spread them apart mercilessly, gripping your thighs as his fingers thrust in and out of you at a scathing pace

He'd never been like this, so fast, so mean

You didn't know if you were breathing, you didn't know if you were alive, if you had fainted, you didn't know anything besides how good you were feeling, how much pleasure he was giving you after you'd been starved so long for it.

"is it too much now?" he mocked, watching you fall apart in front of him "because it looks like it ain't" he growled "it looks like i could fit all my fingers in here and it still wouldn't be enough"

You moaned, you moaned so loud your throat hurt.

"'s that what you want, you want to be completely filled like a little slut?"

slut

he'd never called you that- why did he call you that? Why did it make you clench around him? why why why-

"no please daddy" you moaned "'s too much"

"three fingers is enough for this little pussy?" he teased

"yes daddy yes- I-"

It was like making a deal with the devil, if you weren't specific enough...

"what about this other pretty hole?" he smirked, his fingers slowing as two of his fingers from his left hand reached between your asscheeks, grazing your other hole

"d-daddy" you just stuttered

"I think we need to start stretching this one darlin'"

You gasped, as he used your moisture to wet his middle finger and trailed downwards

"I- b-but daddy"

"daddy's gonna fuck it one of these days" he interrupted "and we don't want it to hurt do we?"

You tried to calm your breathing as you answered

"y-you mean you want t-to-"

He chuckled, his fingers pushing into your g-spot making your mind just a big dumb mess.

"I mean I'm gonna fuck your ass babygirl" he explained, his finger pushing more and more at the entrance "it's another lesson, you see" he murmured "but I need to prepare you for it- I need to stretch you out real good for my cock"

His cock. Inside there. How on Earth was that gonna happen?

"That's why you're gonna be good and let me put this finger in here" he emphasized his words by pushing slightly "aren't you sweetheart?"

"I-is it gonna hurt?"

"not if you relax" he cocked a brow "are you gonna relax for me?"

"y-yes" you surrendered "yes daddy"

And that was that.

He pushed his finger into you, slowly, even though there was nothing he would have liked more to just thrust it, and hear your shocked cry.

But the moan you let out- oh the moan you let out was worth every moment of his painful self control.

It wasn't particularly pleasant at first, but then... then it was like fire spread through you, and when the fingers in your pussy started moving faster it was like gasoline dunked onto the flames.

it didn't just feel good, it felt... new.

It felt like heaven and hell altogether, and then it felt like... it felt like you needed to pee.

"d-daddy!" you gasped, your hips grinding shamelessly onto him "daddy's not right- I-I"

tears rolled down your temples, and your belly twisted into knots as your walls tightened and tightened around him.

"Shhh" he shushed you "let go" he said, "let go darlin'"

And so you did.

A rainstorm of pleasure putting out all the fire inside you. Pure, divine bliss took over you as you looked at him, crying out and squirming uncontrollably, until it was all over... until you realized what had just happened.

Whatever that was

"o-oh my god" your eyes widened, taking in his drenched shirt, his wet mouth and chin which you didn't even notice he'd put on you as you soaked him to get a taste "I-I'm so sorry daddy- I- I don't know what-"

He was on you before you could blink.

"sorry?" he laughed "what are you sorry about?"

"I-I-"

"you squirted" he grinned "ain't there nothin' wrong with that... the opposite actually"

"S-squirted?"

"that's right"

"and you're not mad?"

"why would I be mad?" he asked, amusement and thrill glossing his eyes "It's just like when daddy comes all over your face babygirl" he explained "You like that, don't you?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

his cock twitched at that

"And I like when you come all over mine baby"

"oh"

"yeah" he chuckled, kissing you deeply "I'm gonna make you squirt every fucking day from now on sweetheart"

You could only smile before he kissed you again

"now how 'bout we do that thing you saw?" he asked, "you wanna ride my cock sweetheart?"

"yes" you nodded eagerly

"then let's get to it, shall we?"

He gave you one last kiss, before he leaned back, undressing completely.

He chuckled as he caught you eating him up with your eyes, but said nothing as he laid on his back.

"c'mere" was all he said, grabbing your waist as you sat on top of him, your core inches away from his cock.

your hands raked his chest, stroking and admiring him, before you looked at his hungry gaze, and asked:

"what do I do?"

His eyes fell to where his cock sat on his belly

"take my dick in your hand"

You did as instructed, mesmerized by how big and beautiful it looked.

"now raise your hips a little, and slide me into you"

You did what he said, but just as he started entering you, you froze, the feeling foreign and not... good.

The woman in the video seemed to enjoy it so much, why can't I?

"you gotta relax" Joel explained, his right hand going to your clit "Let me in" he murmured, drawing circles on your bud "it'll feel good babygirl, just let daddy in"

And so, slowly, slowly you started sinking onto his manhood, whimpers and moans fleeing your throat with every inch added.

Util finally, you had done it.

"o-oh my god" you choked at the feeling.

He was deeper than he'd ever been, that you ever thought possible.

"good girl" he smirked

You didn't even have time to think about what you were doing that your hips were already moving, grinding onto him, bringing heaven to your core.

"O-Oh m-my"

"bounce on it darlin'"

Your hands sat on his chest as you obeyed, feeling his grip on your waist tighten as you raised and lowered onto his cock, moaning as you threw your head back.

now you understood that woman, It felt amazing

And so you started doing it again and again and again, clawing at his chest as groans rumbled from it.

"good god" he grunted "f-fuck"

"it feels so good daddy" you breathed, your lungs burning for oxygen

"yeah? You like riding me, baby?"

"yes" you cried "I like it so much daddy"

"like having my cock so deep inside ya?"

"god yes" you whimpered

"yeah?" he mocked, raising his hips to meet yours and forcing a roar out of you

"daddy! I-"

"you're coming already?"

"y-yes daddy I-"

He cocked a brow as he watched you

"think you deserve to?" he asked, "after acting like that before?"

"please" you begged, your voice nothing but a thread "please daddy let me come"

he remained stoic, and you were so close...

"please daddy, I'm sorry I'll be better, I'll be good- I promise"

He smirked now

"you promise?"

A nod, that was all you could offer

"No more questioning me when I'm trying to help?"

"n-no" you shook your head "I'll do whatever you tell me, whatever you want"

That's all he needed

"come on my cock sugar" he ordered "come like the good little girl you are"

You swore you blacked out after that, the pleasure was so deep and so strong it knocked you out.

The next thing you knew, you were laying beside him, your head on his chest, his come leaking out of you.

he'd already told you you needed to tell mom you wanted to take the pill

The words were out of you before you could stop them.

"Y-you were a little... mean before-" you swallowed "when you were using your- fingers"

He groaned internally

"I know babygirl" he cooed, caressing your arms soothingly "but you were acting like a little brat, and I just- I ran out of patience"

"o-oh"

"I'm here to help you, so it's hard for me when you act like that, understand?"

God how stupid you had been.

He was doing you a favor, and you were acting like a child.

"I-I'm sorry daddy" You pouted, leaning up to kiss him "I'm really sorry I won't do it again"

"thank you sweetheart" he smiled "but I think there's a better way to use that pretty mouth of yours to apologize"

You gulped, as you followed his gaze to his cock

"I'm kind of tired daddy" you murmured

"I know you are" he cooed "but daddy knows best, baby"

"You made me really mad sugar" he explained "And if you want to apologize real good... you're gonna need to suck daddy's cock"

And just like that, you were descending down his body.

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boiohboii · 1 year ago

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Vigilante Shit 《pt.1》

(max verstappen x ricciardo!reader)

Yn Ricciardo is a familiar face for every formula 1 fan, having known her since she was 10 years old as she joined her brother in the paddock over the years, she leads quite a normal life as a normal college student with her boyfriend.. well, as normal as it can be

in which yn ricciardo gets through her first heartbreak by the help of her brother's teammate?

N.B: the summary isn't the best tbh... this small series (i think 4 or 5 parts maximum) is inspired by taylor swift's reputation and midnight albums (2 of my all time favourite albums)... I hope you guys like it! Also I left a hidden message for where this is going in here, so let me know your theories in the comments, thank you for reading ♥️♥️ °ps: don't worry, pt2 of the cillian x fem driver reader is coming very soon° WARNINGS: very short, not proof read, swear words, smoking and drinking (mentioned and in pics), 5 year age gap, if I missed anything else please let me know

faceclaim: jenna ortega

masterlist

Liked by jakesven, danielricandynric, ynswife and 89,618 others

DannyRicUpdates: YN Ricciardo gone wild?? The 20 year old was seen tody smoking and drinking right before the Italian GP (not really a hot look, the youngest riccardo looks sick and tired). yn is known as quite the lovely and good girl, her older brother always supports her and takes her travelling whenever her studies allow while she has a lovely boyfriend back home who is always waiting for her with open arms(as documented through hers and Daniel's social media) so what could possibly push her to waste her life away?

ynric: this is ridiculous, first of i am 20 I can drink in Europe and second it's non of your fucking business you dickheads

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ynric: Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes

username: the only 20 year old that looks like an actual 20 year old

username: now hold up, the first picture of her and jake was captioned with not all men... now she has this caption after 3 weeks of no jake

username: you might be onto something

username: I see where this is going and I don't like it

Liked by Dannyandyn, mickschumacher, danielricciardo and 126,819 others

ynric: I regret you all the time

username: soooo, jake fucked up huh...

username: tous les mêmes indeed

username: fucking hell man

username: no cause y'all remember that video where yn and jake answered some questions and he said that he doesn't think she'd look good in short hair and that he thinks dark colors and black doesn't suite her

username: thank fuck they broke up, like sure I hate that she had to get hurt but she can only go up from here

~liked by danielricciardo~

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maxverstappen1: I like it 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

username: max listening to Taylor swift was not on my 2023 bingo card wtf

username: no cause why did he choose the one song that had shit in the title

username: no cause yn having the caption from would've, could've, should've and now max suddenly listens to a song from the same album

username: coincidence? I THINK THE FUCK NOT

username: not him having the song on repeat 😂😂

part 2

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tiramissyoucake · 1 year ago

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Bimbo doll

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Satoru gojo x reader, all characters are 18+, reader is heavily bimbo coded and loves pink, satoru's gross here, 1.3k words approx

CW: Masturbation, satoru gets horny over reader sending him pics of her dresses, satoru has fantasies of reader and she's unaware, again satoru is gross here you've been warned, some proof reading but very little

Notes: I'm so sleepy and I'm too lazy to fix any other mistakes so if you see mistake no you didnt. had to write sth for Satoru, as wit all of my creative works I hate this but I hope u like it though!!

Satoru thinks you're absolutely adorable. From the moment he was blinded by the absurd amount of pink you were wearing, he thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. The coordinated color palettes of your clothes that always had a splash of pink, that shiny layer of gloss on your lips that you regularly reapplied, he gets so happy when he hears the clack of keychains because that means you're near.

Of course he couldn't keep himself away and you both exchanged numbers at one point, you gladly gave it to him after he shot you a lame pick up line— to which you laughed and smiled, simply telling him "you're funny! Sure!"It was almost too good to be true.

You got along well with each other, you both liked sweets, complimented each other's fashion sense, shared a similar sense of humour— when satoru asked you to describe him, you told him that you love being around him because he's fun (you said something about how he 'gets it', a quote about girls.. getting it and others not getting it..? He didn't understand, but he deduced that you like him, and that's all that matters.)

Satoru notices you love sharing tidbits of your day, and most of the time, you usually share a photo related to it in some way along with multiple typos, abbreviations, and emoticons.

"(Name)💘: Toru omg look at these shoes! Super cute right :3" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I went 2 that cafe u told me, the strawberry shortcake is soooo good" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I have 2 go 2 a party tonite, which dress should i choose!1!!??" 4 images sent.

Being friends with you had its benefits, you were comfortable with Satoru, so comfortable that he almost dropped his phone when he opened the images you sent; all of them were minidresses, all of them different shades of pink, all of them hugging your figure so tightly and snuggly he was tempted to stalk your social media to know where this party is.

He couldn't see the details that differentiated each dress, or at least he didn't focus on them as he felt his cock throb in his sweatpants.

"Ooooohhhhhfffuuck..." he mumbled longly to no one in particular, Satoru almost choked on his spit as he sat up from his position in his bed, all the heat rushing to his face as he examined your photos closely. Your poses so cute as you stared at your phone screen in the photos with a small pout, you had the pretty sparkly gloss on this time, that's his favorite..

(Name)💘: TORU OMFG PLZ ANSWEERRRR MY RIDES ALMOST HERE >:(

he almost forgot your little dilemma.

"Sorry lol I was eating, go with this one!!" he forwarded one of the four dresses with his response and sent his text, he felt guilty about lying but what was he supposed to say? 'My bad! You were so hot I got a little hard like some Virgin!' No way in hell.

You answered back quickly, how did you type quicker than he did with nails longer than his? He has a hunch it's because you don't care about typos but the dedication is admirable.

(Name)💘: TGANK UUUUU ill text u after the party!

(Name)💘: thank* lol

He let out a small laugh at your typo, scrolling back to the photos he zoomed in on one of the four he hadn't picked, and the reason why he didn't choose this dress is that he knows no sane rational person with a sexual libido would be able to resist you in this.

You looked so cute, so perfect, Satoru let out a small sigh as he pulled his dick out of his pants hissing at the cold air, his thumb smeared the precum over his tip. He should feel bad– terrible even, but how can he resist? There's no way you have no idea what you do to him, he tried justifying in his mind as his cock throbbed desperately in his hand.

Biting his bottom lip, the image of you in his phone fueled his imagination as he envisioned arriving with you at this party you mentioned, having such a pretty thing like you on his arm would be a major ego boost too. The length of your dress could easily allow him to pull down your panties (did you even have a pair on under that dress?), bend you over the host's bathroom sink and slam his cock balls deep inside you, relentlessly filling you then demanding you to pull your panties back up and come back to the party with him as his cum would be dripping between your thighs.

As Satoru bucked his hips up into his hand, he stopped briefly to spit into his hand, deciding there's no time to look for lube, he went back to fucking his hand to the thought of you. If only you knew your new friend got off to these innocent pictures you sent him, if only you knew what he wanted to do to you– he's confident you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore. Shaking his head he pushed aside those thoughts and focused on his current pleasure, his fantasy, his goal of cumming from the pictures of you in those dresses you handpicked to show him.

He mumbled words of encouragement as if you were there with him right now bouncing on his dick instead of the reality of his hand moving up and down, mutters of 'good girl's and praises like "so good, baby" and "yeah? You like that?", desperate to convince himself of his fantasy. Satoru tossed aside his phone long ago after making sure the photos were engraved in his mind, he wasn't expecting you to update him until sometime near midnight.

his eyes closed as his other hand slid up his stomach pushing up the material of his shirt until it reached his collarbone, his fingers trying to find any weak points on his body to rub, pinch or entice as his hand rubbed his dick to the pace of his imaginary storyline; where he dreamed of driving you back home and stuffing you full of his cock until the only word that was in your vocabulary was his name.

"Yesyesyes, (Name)..! Mmmmmhffuck..!" He groaned out as he felt his end near already, his face warming up to a soft reddish pink reminiscent of the tip of his dick as he fucked his hand, soft gasps and groans escaped him as he imagined all the filthy things he could do to you, all the filthy things he wanted to know about you.

What type of panties do you always wear? What type of men make you horny? Who have you been with? Would you let him fuck you? 'Please lemme fuck you, lemme fuck you..! Wanna fuck you..!'

The vulgarity of his desperation made him blush but brought him dangerously close to the edge, squeezing the base of his cock Satoru covered his mouth instinctively, he bucked up his hips as his cum coated his abdomen, stomach and some droplets even reached his chest. He moaned behind his hand as he felt the waves of pleasure shock through his body. He slowed his hips, mumbling for the imaginary you once more. "Take it, take it all, baby.."

He didn't want to move, he knew he had to but he wanted to relish in his fantasy a little longer, he wanted to pull you close and sloppily kiss your cute glossy lips and praise you for being a good girl, taking his load like that. He imagined his cum oozing from your slit but he wouldn't let it go to waste, he'd use his finger to slide it back in where he knows it belongs.

He remembered to save those photos for.. 'next time', reaching over to get his phone, he paused as he received a notification.

(Name)💘: party was lame, coming 2 ur place!! >:3c

Sitting up, the sweat that collected at his back from his 'session' cooled him off, he cleaned himself up and couldn't help but grin at your adorable message.

You don't need to worry, he'll entertain you more than any dumb party could.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut

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allwaswell16 · 2 months ago

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[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic fics by ...

- disgruntledkittenface -

[1]

“So,” he says casually, looking from Nick back to Louis, “you and Nick didn’t come back to the bar last night.”

And the sentence just hangs in the air between them, like an accusation. Louis can practically see the effort Harry’s putting in to keep his face neutral, but the intense frog expression creeps its way back in. And suddenly Louis get it.

Harry is jealous.

He wants to laugh. It’s preposterous to think of, being jealous of Nick of all people. Nick who can see Louis’ feelings for Harry written all over his face and in everything he does.

“Yeah, after we went for a smoke, I just felt like going home,” Louis explains, biting back a smile. Knowing he’s not being clear enough, he continues, “Nick just walked with me, stretching those ridiculous legs of his, I guess, but Liam picked him up as soon as we got back to my apartment building.”

Harry is still glowering. It’s ridiculous. It’s so fucking cute. Louis is so fucked.

[2]

“I do! We do,” Harry says, looking at Louis, who smiles warmly at him. “I just always thought I would adopt, but I guess I see the issues here for, like… succession?”

“Yes, my successor has to be a biological relative,” Louis says gently. “Lottie wants no part of it, that’s why she was so eager to donate eggs. And I’m not sure if she’ll have children of her own.”

“It is actually a matter of state,” Hervé adds, not unkindly. “Securing the line of succession secures Monaco’s status as an independent principality. If there is no biological heir, upon the prince’s passing then the state would be absorbed by France.”

“Oh, fuck,” Nick mutters, summing up how Harry feels. Well, he wasn’t wrong when he tried to tell Harry what a big fucking deal all of this would be.

[3]

“Sorry to bother,” he says lowly, dripping sarcasm. “But would you mind shutting the fuck up? You’re ruining the show for the rest of us with your passive-aggressive bullshit.”

Harry automatically twists around to see the couple’s response; it looks like husband is gearing up for a retort, but there are quiet murmurs of agreement from the people around them, and the man on his seatmate’s other side even claps him on the back in thanks. Chagrined, the couple slump down in their seats, their lips unhappily sealed.

Harry turns to the man next to him, who’s already looking at him from under the smudge of long, dark lashes that frame his blue eyes. A slow grin overtakes Harry’s face as he meets the man’s steady gaze. For once his words don’t fail him, and he leans in just close enough so the man will be able to hear him as he whispers “thank you.”

[4]

“Is that another new tattoo, Z?” she asks, reaching out and gently turning Zayn’s arm to get a better look. “Oh, yin yang, right?”

Louis immediately squeezes Harry’s thigh, turning to her with wide eyes, but Harry’s too busy fishing for a thin slice of cucumber at the bottom of her glass to register what’s happening. Zayn is still holding her arm out so Liam can see the tattoo when she glances up and Louis pointedly looks from her to the tattoo and back again. Harry’s confused face is adorable, she looks like a disgruntled kitten trying to surmise what Louis is attempting to silently communicate. It takes a minute, but understanding finally dawns in her eyes and she claps her large hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

“What?” Zayn asks, throwing a dirty look at them.

“Nothing,” Louis manages in a strangled voice. “Nothing! Great tattoo. Harry? Shall we?”

- Answers Below -

[1] you came into my life

They stand around talking for a minute and then Jonathan starts to ramble, “Has there ever been, like, an unrequited gay love story in here? Like a Brokeback Mountain moment where, like, someone just fell in love and they didn’t mean to?”

Louis feels bile rise in his throat as Jonathan’s eyes sparkle, pleading for a yes. He manages to look around and see thoughtful looks on his coworkers’ faces before their heads shake no.

“Not here,” Liam says finally.

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

[2] Darling, so it goes

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

[3] just one look (and i fell so hard)

Louis takes a small step back, breaking the moment first. “Well, I should–”

“Do you want to come up?”

The words are out of Harry’s mouth before he’d even planned them, and he bites his lip.

“Oh, thank god,” Louis laughs, stepping back into Harry’s space. “I wasn’t, um…”

“Wasn’t ready to let go of you yet,” Harry finishes quietly, glancing up at Louis.

“Yeah,” Louis nods, reaching up and twirling one of Harry’s curls in his fingers. “Yeah, exactly.”

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

[4] i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine

Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.

Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?

#happy birthday Maggie!#ficrec #authorrec #1dsquad #1dficlibrary #disgruntledkittenface

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dqrciedaily · 8 months ago

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baby arsenal headcannons, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

a/n: i am so so so sorry that this isn’t an actual fic but i’ve left yous without anything for like two weeks so take this 🥰🥰🥰

warning - this isn’t proofread so pls ignore any mistakes x

1. she is maths no.1 public enemy - literally will stare at her homework for two hours instead of actually trying it. then the next day at school she gets in trouble for not doing it but she genuinely couldn’t care less because she’d rather have them email lia than try do trigonometry

2. her tiktok reposts and twitter likes have fans speculating like there is no tomorrow - she’s definitely liked transfer rumours on twitter before as well as reposting things she shouldn’t be and she reposts things that happened way back way but people think it’s about her current situation, leading to some very concerned fans in her tiktok comments and instagram requests.

3. baby girl has stina and laura wrapped around her finger - she’s cold? stina’s gonna give her the jumper she’s wearing. she’s hungry? laura’s up to make her something to eat, even though maus is perfectly capable of doing it herself. they’re basically on her beck and call.

4. she always curses out players in german on the pitch - when she was younger her brothers taught her the art of cursing people out in german then speaking in english to confuse them. however this did not work when arsenal played chelsea and she went flying after a tackle from nüsken, who very obviously understands german, leading to maus getting a yellow.

5. which leads to the next point which is that she gets her fair share of yellows - giving katie a run for her money, although most of hers come from back chatting the ref and not from actual gameplay, although she isn’t afraid to put in a heavy tackle here and there.

6. her + kyra = little shits on steroids - on the first media day of the season they decided to put y/n and kyra in three of the same interviews, let’s just say absolutely nothing productive happened until caitlin had to come in to do an interview with the two of them.

7. she’s lia’s no.1 reason for her early gray hairs - firstly maus is awful at answering phone calls, so if she’s out with her friends and lia needs something best believe she cannot contact her. secondly the amount of emails the school sends her may send lia into overdrive, she genuinely couldn’t care less if y/n didn’t do her homework as long as she’s passing all her classes, which she is (besides math but lia doesn’t need to know that.)

8. y/n has the best outfits - her instagram feed is filled with mirror pics of her outfits and they’re all just so good!!! she’s known for her fashionable clothes throughout the woso community.

9. she gets really really really nervous when doing interviews by herself - she already refuses to do orals in school because they stress her out too much, so after her first full 90 for arsenal she gets called to do an interview and poor girl is swaying from side to side the entire time, stumbling over her words and overall looking like a deer caught in headlights.

10. the first time she brings a girl or boy home lia gets a group of the girls to pretend they’re over for dinner without telling y/n - so then when y/n gets home she sees most of her teammates there and very hastily shoves her ‘friend’ upstairs, before going over to the girls who all tease her. then when she’s upstairs in her room with her ‘friend’ they all take turns coming upstairs to walk past the closed door to hear what they’re talking about.

11. she is a hugger of note - the first time she meant all the girls minus her shy demeanour she hugged every single teammate she met. she is also a massive cuddler, on the team bus she makes ours sit in the window seat (much to the brunettes complains) then uses kyra as a pillow which 1. forces kyra to be quiet because she doesn’t want to wake y/n and 2. she can’t move around the bus as she wants deciding to annoy everyone which the other girls are very thankful for.

12. her first crush on a girl was laura freigang, who she had seen around the german youth camps before - she even told her parents at one stage that she was going to go to penn state just like lau did but that phase was short lived when she then developed a crush on one of her teammates in her age group instead.

13. in another life she’s a dj who lives in ibiza - literally no explanation needed, she truly is a party animal at heart and would go to all the festivals and raves possible during the off season.

#darcie’s drabbles #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #arsenal wfc x reader

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relenafanel · 3 months ago

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As promised, the threadfic from my Twitter/X account. I just copy/pasted all of it, so the flow might feel a little weird due to the word limit and ~dramatic pauses~ you know the drill.

Modern AU - wangxian, classical musician lwj x idol wwx

Secret fanboy!lwj finds out the family connection to idol wwx.

thread ⤵️

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Lan Zhan doesn’t use social media often. He has a professional account that he posts his appearance schedules to, where he follows other musicians of his calibre. His cohort will tag him in posts, some of them professional and some of them personal, but he rarely answers.

His professional bio has a link, so he amasses followers anyway. Such is the price of being a famous classical musician.

“It’s because you’re young and hot,” NHS reminds him during an event they’re both obligated to attend when he expresses his disinterest at his 15k followers.

Lan Zhan doesn’t know what being either of those things has to do with his field.

No one is looking at his face when he’s playing music!

👀 <- nhs’s expression in response to that.

It’s late and he’s stuck in an airport. Despite having a set bedtime, he’s not the type to sleep while in public, and the annoyance and disregulation of the flight delay have made it so he’s having trouble focusing on reading. In a rare instance, he ends up scrolling his socials.

Wei Wuxian is trending #1.

Lan Zhan doesn’t know who that is so he ignores it.

“Dizi” is trending #5. Lan Zhan’s eyebrows go up in vague surprise. He’s aware of how little the world cares about traditional music, even if he thinks they’re all wrong. So of course he clicks on it.

The video that opens is of a man playing something slow and upbeat on a dizi. His expression shows that he’s entranced with the music he’s playing and that he’s enjoying himself.

And oh

He’s beautiful.

It should NOT matter to Lan Zhan. He’s only ever cared about the music. But it matters. It feels like the dizi is being jabbed into his solar plexus with every second the man plays with his lovely face and long, graceful fingers

He finishes the video, surprised to see it’s almost 4 minutes long. The man holds his final note with impressive breath control. Then he laughs, gasping for breath. “It’s been ages since I’ve tried that” he says.

It hits LZ that this isn’t a normal video

Or, it’s far too professional of a set up for most amateur instrument players. Compared to his own v expensive marketing the lighting and sound is 🙌🏻 quality.

Lan Zhan glances down to read the discription to find the man’s name.

Wei Wuxian.

He isn’t clueless about the internet. He realizes that wwx must be someone. Someone big enough to trend #1 and make the word dizi trend at all. He should dismiss it as a lovely moment and move on.

He doesn’t dismiss it.

Instead, he watches it again.

He goes back to trending topics and clicks into the WWX tag.

He watches more videos. He reads comments.

He learns.

By the time his flight boards he's learned:

WWX is an idol turned actor

He's never played the dizi publicly before

His fans aren't shocked to learn he CAN because he typically pulls out random skills from no where

LWJ is SUPER attracted to him.

Before he gets on the plane he likes the video and it feels like a big deal. He stares at it for a moment and thinks about sharing it.

He thinks, and thinks, and ends up feeling like it's too big of a step that would tell all his followers exactly how he feels.

(worse, it would also tell his brother, who sometimes teases him for being young and so disconnected from modern music.)

That should be the end of it. He airport-exhaustion flirts with being attracted to an actor, he rationalizes himself out of it in the cold light of day.

It's not the end of it.

A timeline of lwj's fall into fanboying: 💎he lurks for a week, going video to video/post to post 💎he considers putting wwx's pic as his phone background; doesn't 💎he makes a burner account to like posts so he won't lose them 💎he likes a lot of posts

💎he gets furious when someone says something bad about wwx and thinks about answering; doesn't 💎does 💎does 💎he has RECEIPTS 💎he considers getting a burner phone so his brother can't look over his shoulder so he can save images; doesn't 💎hopelessly thinks wwx is GORGEOUS

has the following convo with LXC: LXC: i see you liked the video of wwx playing the dizi LWJ, ice spreading through his extremities: you have not spoken of him before - is he a friend? LXC: no, he's - nevermind

Maybe the first time he managed to get one over on his nosy brother

It feels thrilling to him, this secret life.

💎He plays the same song on his guqin that wwx played on the dizi and thinks about filming and posting it; doesn't. 💎He goes to see wwx's most recent movie in theatres; hates the experience but enjoys seeing him anyway

💎sees an announcement for a fanmeet out of an auditorium he plays and considers buying a ticket; doesn't 💎regrets; doesn't change his mind 💎on the day of the fanmeet he stays away. he has access - it's a surprising test of wills for him

until he gets called in for a favor

The favor* is to pre-record a short accompaniment on the guqin. It should have been done far in advance, it wasn't. It's very wwx to do something fantastic at the last second. lwj should feel more annoyed by the haste but is instead charmed.

*he is getting paid.

He's standing in the corridor w his guqin when wwx's entourage arrives, walking quickly past.

He looks.

His heart races. His palms sweat.

wwx meets his eyes and smiles, friendly & impersonal.

lwj stands there after he leaves for what feels like a long time but prob isn't.

He thinks about it for days. should he have said something? should he have asked for his ad hoc contract to include 5 minutes of time?

It all seems so impossible. force inserting himself into a moment of wwx's life makes him feel ill.

He wishes.

(he doesn't know)

[time skip]

LXC asks him if he'd be willing to play a few songs at his boyfriend's brother's son's bday party, stresses that he's not the entertainment. He agrees. It's very likely that LXC will force him along to socialize and at least if he's playing he won't need to talk.

The Jins are ostentatious; the party is not.

"friends & family," lxc explains. "JYL's brother is famous. you don't know him."

he WOULDN'T, his brother is right. He doesn't think about the surety of the phrasing until he walks through the door and comes face to face with WWX.

LWJ stills.

WWX pauses mid-sentence and looks at him. "I saw you at the fanmeet," he blurts out, surprised.

Everyone turns to stare at him. His ears flame hot. "I recorded the guqin piece."

He doesn't say how beautiful wwx is in person

"Oh thank you! I know it was so last minute. A lifesaver. A prince!" wwx effuses.

This seems to be a good enough explanation for everyone but LXC who is still staring at him. He feels pleased. His brother can tell.

He bows briefly at the praise.

Later, wwx approaches where he's sitting. "I thought you might like to hear the song."

"I heard it," he says. Wishes he hadn't. wwx was going to play it for him and he spoke without thinking. He knows better.

"Oh, did your management share it?"

"It's online."

It isn't online.

Or, it is online, but only in a certain kind of fan recording.

"You wanted to hear it that badly?"

Yes. It's the cumulation of both their talents. He's never felt that level of impatience in his life. "Yes," he says simply.

"OH!" wwx gasps delighted. "It's so good, isn't it?"

"Mn," he agrees.

"I'm going to release it. Do a concert with me!" WWX asks, shining. "Oh! An album!"

He can't. "I follow you on social media," he tells wwx, tone grave.

"You say that like it's bad. 30 million ppl follow me on social media." He pulls out his phone. Frowns.

"It doesn't say we're mutuals," he shows LWJ.

LWJ pulls out his phone and shows it to WWX.

"A FAN ACCOUNT" WWX crows in delight. "oh my god that's amazing. That's so good. You have to make music with me now that I know you like me. Yes, right? You're going to say yes?"

"Yes."

He doesn't realize until later, when he's home and still reeling from how overwhelming wwx's presence is, that he doesn't have a new follower notification on his main account.

How long has wwx been following him?

"Oh, since you played at [x] Gala two years ago. You were breathtaking. I was a guest." wwx tells him when he finally asks. "You didn't notice?"

"No."

"Haha I asked your brother when I met him and he said you wouldn't." wwx thinks this is the most hilarious thing.

"You notice me now, right gege?" wwx asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

LWJ kisses him.

[fin] 💝💝

(also share on X if you're so inclined. it's been retweeted once at this point and that's v sad 😭😂)

#wei wuxian #wangxian #lan wangji #mdzs #relenafanel writes wangxian #relenafanel writes threadfics

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faerievampling · 10 months ago

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Killing Time

Chapter 5: Pink

Word Count: 5.2k

Pairing: Soft Ascended!Astarion x female Tav/Reader

Link to AO3!

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 6.

Masterlist

Warnings: 18+. Explicit. PiV. Anal Sex. Oral Sex. Cunnilingus. Blowjob. Handjob. Creampie. Body worship. Overstimulation. Possessive behavior. Soft Ascended Astarion.

A/N: Lots of smut in this chapter and A!Astarion being horny and soft for his vampire wife. Next chapter will be lots of fun. Hope you guys enjoy <3 im either sorry for the word count bc it got out of hand orrrr you love a healthy word count and you're welcome :)

Pic by: @cheekylittlepupp<3

When Kith’rak Elan assigned Astarion’s group to a new training room, you were almost certain Astarion wouldn’t allow it: but he hadn’t fought the decision, thank the gods, because he was starting to embarrass you, and you don’t think you could have handled another blunder.

You hadn’t realized how annoying a doting husband could be until you arrived at the Crystalline Spire. You were used to spending a lot of time with Astarion and being adored by him, but it had been long since anyone treated you the way the gith did; it had brought out a different side of your vampire, seeing his darling with so much responsibility again.

Astarion, his anxieties steadily increasing, had become insistent on having some part of his body touching you whenever possible: this wasn’t unusual for the two of you, but he had gotten rather forceful about it.

Back home, you and Astarion subjugated all that surrounded you; Astarion handled most things, leaving you with little interaction with the ‘outside world’. Your world was your life and marriage with Astarion, and you had been happy with that arrangement for many centuries.

In turn, Astarion had relatively little experience handling his own emotions when it came to seeing you outside the safety of your home. You could sense his discomfort when you weren’t in his line of view; his anxieties would only grow into frustration from there: if you were so far Astarion couldn’t detect your scent, you were to expect his constant presence in your mind, especially after what happened on the hunt.

There was one day Astarion had interrupted your training session because he wanted to be with you. Chae and several of the others giggled when you had obeyed, earning them a wretched glare from Astarion.

“Who were they laughing at?” Astarion asked as you sat in his lap, your back pressed to his muscular form; he smoothed your hair with his free hand as his other arm was wrapped around you, wrist in your mouth as you fed on his delicious essence. He had to ask you twice to get you to answer.

“Me, mostly. Chae and Quinel laugh because they think I’m a pleasure slave to you. Marg’o giggles only because she finds you dashing.Many of them don’t realize I can read their thoughts and hear their whispers.”

Astarion had only hummed in reply before flawlessly maneuvering your weight in his hands, putting his sweet little consort whenever he needed her to be.

****

It takes Astarion far longer than you’d anticipated to explain the death of the spawn to you. After he told you not to fret over it, you decided to listen, leaving it in the back of your busy mind for another day.

But when Astarion finally tells you the dead spawn is Marwa, you understand what has happened.

“You’ve been spying back on Moth.” Your tone is accusatory, but you knew there was no other reason why Marwa could have been killed in such a way: she must have been caught, and was left out in the sun to burn.

You had already decided not to chide Astarion about refusing to grant the other spawn his gifts. You already knew that was a generally ‘off-limits’ topic for the Ancuníns.

You and Astarion sit cross legged on your bed facing each other, knee to knee. Ever since Astarion had somehow managed to have the gith find the two of you your own room, separate from your underlings, it had allowed for more open and intimate contact.

It had been good for you, because there wasn’t anything you wanted more than to be in Astarion’s arms after a long day. But it had been…not so good for Astarion, who was beginning to only crave you more, his resentment for this entire journey only increasing as the days went on. Especially when his sending stone never stopped pinging; at some point, Astarion would have to tuck it away, ignoring the messages of the empire and likely whatever communication the spawn would have with him telepathically.

You knew there was far more at play than you realized. You had just never really cared before; not for a very long time, anyways.

Astarion massages your fingers and palms. Although your vampiric regeneration would ensure no lasting injuries, it didn’t exclude you from feeling stiff: you were undead, after all, and being stiff just came with the territory.

But your use of so many unpracticed muscles in such a short amount of time had you aching in ways you had forgotten.

“You need to stretch more,” Astarion says as he stews over the Marwa discussion. He began to inspect your nails, his fingers gently tugging on your joints. “It’s a shame that you prefer to use your gorgeous hands in battle. It makes you smell more gith than I’d like.”

You roll your eyes. “Everywhere smells like gith. We're at a crèche, darling.”

Astarion narrows his eyes at you, suddenly looking focused. “What else am I to do? How else am I to gather information?” You were back to Marwa. “Maybe you don’t realize, my darling, that Marwa has been a spy for me for half a millenia. I’ve sent her on countless missions. She’s been to Moth’s estate many times.”

“And now she’s dead.” A part of you thinks about Marwa, and you realize you didn’t know anything about her beyond what her capabilities and usefulness to Astarion was. Hmm.

Astarion laughs. “You’re not wrong, but by the gods are you adorable when you worry about our little family.”

Astarion brings his head towards your palm, planting a kiss in its center before moving his way up your wrist, motioning you underneath him as his pretty lips trail their way to your neck, leaving you feeling tingly at the sensation.

You pull away, narrowing your eyes at him. “You don’t take me seriously, do you?”

“Come now, pet, why do you say that? Do you really mean to criticize how I choose to protect our family? To protect what’s mine?” Astarion playfully plants kisses on your cheek—you feel the flutter of his lashes on your temple, making you shiver from the closeness.

“No, I just…I don’t want the situation to become worse. What if he finds us here?” Your eyes are wide as he moves to meet your gaze. Astarion is scowling.

“Why are you even thinking about these things, Tav? Do you not trust me to protect you?” But Astarion stops there, because he recognizes your apprehension: a feeling similar to the unease you felt before Lae’zel’s arrival.

That unease that was connected to your psychic foresight, the one you were born with that seemingly amplified once you turned into a vampire—the very one that Astarion was now silently cursing for its uselessness.

“A spawn has never died before.” You emphasize this, that in the two millennia of your vampiric lives, firsts don’t often occur.

“Yes, and?” Astarion’s thinking he’s already handled everything and doesn’t understand your upset.

“I’m a spawn. If Moth can kill Marwa—“

Astarion places two fingers atop the plump of your lip, preventing you from speaking further. He’s shushing you, but you grab his wrist and pull his hand away, your eyes burning with frustration as you bring yourself back up to a seat, Astarion allowing you to maneuver freely.

“Don’t hush me like that, I-I don’t like that.” You think about how the other day, Joss kept interrupting you during your tracking lesson. It annoyed you to no end, and it particularly penetrated your cool exterior when Astarion did it.

Astarion blinks at you, surprised that you corrected his behavior. You often told him what you wanted, but that was about material things, like servants and dresses and invitations (once, long ago, you had to tell Astarion to stop inviting Lord Renald to your parties. That man stank to the high heavens despite all the gaudy perfume he wore.) but not often (if ever) about intimate things, such as how Astarion touched you.

Astarion was the one who decided that: by whom and how you were touched. There wasn’t any part of your body unexplored or off-limits to him.

Astarion’s eyes are dark as he rests his hand on your chest, index finger gently caressing your collarbone. “And I didn’t like the way you were speaking.”

“I am your spawn, though. You call me that often enough, you remind me often.”

Astarion brings his hand to cup your jaw, urging you to meet his gaze. “We’ve discussed this before, do we really need to go over it again? You’re my consort. My wife. You are the only one who has supped my blood.”

“But you were created for me,” Astarion directs at you as his lips find yours once again, his tongue seemingly desperate to be inside your mouth. You think maybe he just wants you to stop talking, but his hardened cock does make you realize his intentions aren’t all that calculated.

But Astarion, no stranger to understanding the value in communicating with his consort, reluctantly brings his lips away from the only object he truly desires. “You are mine, Tav. It doesn’t matter what you are, only that I’ve given everything I possibly could to you, since the very moment we became beholden to one another back at Moonrise Towers.”

This was entirely true, and it softens you a bit. Astarion, seeing the way your eyes open and your mouth parts, those cute little fangs he gave you peeking out from the plush pads of your pretty lips; he can no longer help himself, and decides he needs to be inside of you, because it had been far too long for the living vampire to have been without his wife in his arms.

Astarion’s lips find purchase on yours once more: they are sloppy, uncontrolled, his desire for you running to his very core. It was like it was in his very nature to love you.

“You’re far stronger than the spawn are. And you're always under my especially watchful eye, as you know. How lucky you are, I made you my bride.” Astarion is nearly lost in the bliss of your body as he pushes you on your back, bringing the hem of your nightgown up to accommodate himself between your legs.

You’re cursing yourself for being panty-less, because the moment Astarion has access to your holes, he’s searching, his fingers desperate to be inside your body.

“Then why do you call me that?” Your voice comes between your fervent, fractured kisses, which halts to a pause once you’ve asked your question. It doesn’t stop Astarion from sinking a finger between your folds, his eyes watching you as you take him.

Astarion lifts your dress above your breasts, a sight he particularly loved. He removes his finger to drink in the sight of you.

There was something about seeing his darling girl, eyes wide and cheeks flushed from his blood, with something so innocent as a modest nightgown pushed away without a care in the world, exposing you to him as if he was in a hurry. As if he was taking you like a thief in the night, desperate not to be caught.

Like you were a sweet little secret of his.

Astarion tugs at your hardening nipple, but you ease yourself up on your elbows, eyebrows knitted together in a frustrated, reluctant pleasure.

“I’m trying to say something serious, Astarion…” You say as he moves himself to your dripping cunt, his head resting on your thigh as he gently tugs the folds of your labia, spreading them, exposing your swollen clit and tight entrance; only breaking eye contact to take in the sight of your open sex.

“And we’ll work it out, my love,” Astarion mewls, his racing heartbeat and dilated pupils making it apparent that this was a man, who, although his enthusiastic passion for fucking his wife was admirable, had no real intention of addressing the problem anymore.

Lost in the sauce. An odd phrase you had heard from Zii’ro and Joss. This must be an iteration of the meaning of that phrase.

He begins to crawl up to you, but you place your foot on his chest, pushing him away as your enchanted anklets clank together, creating a little chime at your movement. This stopped him in his tracks, but he only looks even more turned on from your denial.

You realize the little foot move might’ve been a mistake. This man would likely find a way to fuck it: if it was attached to you, he’d find a way.

Astarion swiftly frees his cock with one hand, the other gripping your ankle as he brings your foot down to his shaft, rubbing his length on your arch.

“You are such a freak,” you say, shaking your head, having nearly forgotten your plight as you try pulling your ankle away from him. “This is hardly ‘working it out’.”

“What is it that you want, then?” Astarion says as he grabs your other ankle, dragging your hips to him before pressing his body between your legs, both hands tangling in your hair as his hard cock rests on your lower belly, balls on your soaked center. “You know you need only ask, my sweet consort.”

You felt the wet lips of your cunt nearly suckling on his skin, the friction of its increasing slickness due to the mess you were making on him sending a shiver throughout your body.

His ruby eyes glittered with lust, his curls falling down the sides of his face; his breath on you smelled so good, evident of the life inside of him, making your stomach growl at the mere thought of his crimson essence.

Fuck and feed, you think. Focus, you animal!

Lae’zel had told you to be direct with your warriors. To tell them of the expectations and goals. Why couldn’t this extend to your relationship?

“I don’t want you to call me spawn anymore,” You say as you do your best to keep your voice from wavering under his intense glare.

“You’ve a lot of interesting demands today, don’t you, my love?” Astarion speaks evenly, considering your words. “You act as though I say that anywhere but in private. As I’ve said, you aren’t just some spawn. But you are a spawn of mine: my offspring. It’s one of the countless things I adore about you. It’s what makes you so perfect to me, so perfect for me.”

You take an involuntary breath, gasping as he comes to plant his lips on yours, nipping at your skin just enough to draw blood, to taste your essence before he languidly plunges his tongue in your mouth.

You moan into him, his words inspiring something deep within you, but you still aren’t satisfied.

“Besides, you know why. It gets my cock hard to hear you call me ‘Master’, and you don’t seem to mind it,” He teases, his tone still playful, but his words rooted in a painful truth. “Especially when you want something. So why should I not be able to call you ‘spawn’ in turn?”

You were guilty of using the term to butter him up, that much was true. “I just don’t like it. Do I need a reason other than It hurts my feelings? That should be enough for you.”

Astarion sighs. “You know I will give you what you desire. But why now? What’s changed?”

“I’ve never liked it, as you very well know.” You darken with these words, and it reflects in Astarion, who is feeling a pang of guilt that he doesn’t hide. “Lae’zel taunts me with it, countless of the gith categorize me as such, as if it’s a weakened state, that I’m a pitiful thing for being your spawn. And now, with Marwa dead…” Tears threaten your eyes, but you and Astarion don’t break eye contact: the two of you're locked into a state so deep, you couldn’t pull away if you tried. But you’re choked up now, and you can’t really speak.

Being able to telepathically communicate with your lover at any given time was a blessing. “I feel weak, Astarion. I know I can trust you to protect me. I just wish I commanded the same respect I once did: the same respect you have.”

Astarion props himself up, curls falling out of place as he gazes down at you, handsome as ever. His ruby eyes are wide, open and receptive, but disturbed by what you’d told him.

“If that’s truly how you feel, my love, then we can surely command their respect by slaughtering every last one of them and ending this silly war ourselves. We’d be doing Vlaakith a favor.” Astarion’s nose crinkles and twists in anger. “They surely wouldn’t be disrespecting my wife with their last breaths. Maybe contemplating your neverending beauty. But honestly, that might not be palatable to me either.”

“No—that’s certainly not what I meant!” You exclaim, your hand flying to Astarion’s chest, pausing over the strong beat of his heart.

“I know, Tav,” Astarion says, his tone playful and knowing as his hand wraps around his cock, bringing it back from its half-hardened state. “I’ll give you what you want.”

Astarion rolls onto his back, signaling you between his legs, where you begin to kiss his taut abdomen, worshiping his sculpted form with your lips and tongue. “But only if you make love to me with your mouth, my darling girl.”

****

“The celebration begins tomorrow, Ancunín,” Kith’rak Elan chides at your beloved. “Where is your wife this morning, I wonder?”

You chose not to squeak at him, despite Astarion daring you.

”Safely nestled inside my pocket, Kith’rak. Laundry day; you know how it is.” You imagine the smirk Astarion must have on his face as he pets the top of your head with the tip of his finger. You were nestled against his chest inside his pocket, not wanting to be disturbed today.

You had become mentally exhausted over the course of the two tenday you had been at the crèche; between the rigorous training, the meetings, all the interaction—it had burnt you out.

Dealing with your battalion had been a chore—no, a nightmare. There was one night where you and Astarion held each other while you scanned his memories of the gith you had met two thousand years ago. You both agreed that the gith raised under Orpehus’s banner were only slightly more tolerant of outsiders than Vlaakith’s gith, and seemingly more ignorant.

Zii’ro’s questions had been incessant, and the others had started to join in. You enjoyed answering them and telling them stories, but after a while, it was difficult for you to handle this.

You could always hear their heartbeats, and mortals have a tendency to get rather close to you when they speak, so their scent also becomes known to you. But you swallowed your darker thoughts away, focusing on the sound of their voice and their facial animations. Astarion had taught you to do this, to help you fit in, to make you look a little less feral: he had learned it so long ago, so much earlier on in his life than you, that he had long been a natural.

Watching them was the best way to learn and (one of) the best way(s) to distract yourself. The more time you spent with your warriors, the more they accepted you, even for your strange quirks: the things you couldn’t quite imitate.

“Is it hard for you to keep up with the facade of life, Tav?” Quinel had asked you one day after a long day of training; Lae’zel and Elan had helped your warriors adapt to your fighting style, and it had greatly improved how you interacted with each other in sparring. You hoped it would translate well to the battlefield.

Quinel certainly had a way with words. Not an elegant one, that’s for sure.

”You see me struggle, do you not?” You ask, a bit annoyed at the question. It was obviously difficult for you, and you didn’t understand exactly what they were asking.

”I suppose. But I want to know more about it.” Quinel had hardly spoken, so you wanted to encourage this communication, but damn were they direct.

You didn’t think there was much to tell. “If you are more comfortable around me, then I am more comfortable around you.” The less your heart races, the less I want to eat you.

“I am relieved your blinking has improved,” Chae mused as she sharpened one of her many daggers.

”Good. That’s the point.” You had given her a curt nod, signaling that the conversation was over: but that hadn’t prevented Zii’ro and Joss from asking more questions not even ten minutes later.

To no-one’s surprise, Astarion treated his group much like he treated his spawn: detached, firm, direct. They seemed to accept him well enough, and they certainly respected him. The Kith’rak was pleased with you and Astarion’s performance, despite your little hiccup during the hunt.

The Kith’rak merely hums at Astarion’s reply before continuing with whatever he would go on about. Pressing up against Astarion’s warmth, the thump of his beating heart fills your sensitive ears. You fight the urge to tear through the fabric of his clothing and plunge your little fangs in his soft skin.

****

The night before the banquet, Astarion buries his cock in you just because he felt he needed to be there. He was moving only every once in a while, your juices accumulating from the sensation, until you were ravenous and dripping around his wide cock.

You lie on top of him, straddling him, chest flush against his. He’s holding you so desperately close, you were lucky you didn’t need to breathe.

He rubs his cheek on you, leaving kisses in their wake wherever his lips could place them, hands keeping your squirming body in place to prevent your hips from rocking into him.

You were so desperate to come, you felt the lower rumble in your belly as your orgasm grew to a precipice, only for it to retreat from lack of stimulation. You groan in frustration, causing Astarion to chuckle before he captures your lips.

His tongue is soft, hot, his touches gentle with you on this night; the two of you had been pulled away from each other more and more, assigned to various duties, seminars, and training exercises: the gith were busy people.

“It’s so good to be with you again,” Astarion expertly titillated your mind with your link, causing you to clench around him. “Spending all day with these gith is becoming increasingly insufferable. After this is all over, we’ll be spending another decade in the boudoir, I think.”

Something depraved inside of you wants this: to be kept as his little toy for a while, having no responsibilities, no pain or stress, just pure enjoyment of your choosing (reading, writing, drinking blood: all of your favorite things, of course) and the most delicious orgasms you could imagine given to you by the most beautiful man in all the realms.

To go back to the way things were, really.

But you were starting to like this taste of freedom: it made these intimate moments with your husband even sweeter, even more precious, but you weren’t sure Astarion agreed.

Astarion’s hand reaches for your ass, squeezing as his other hand finds the root of your hair, bringing you into an unbreakable kiss.

“Please,” You moan, unable to return Astarion’s casuality. “I want to come, my love, please…”

He’s been selfish with you: your time, your body.

“Focus, I’m trying to be serious, here.” He’s mocking you a bit, merely in jest, and you think it would hamper your desperation, but you only clench around his cock as you bring your hand to his jaw, your grip firm as you bear down on him. Testing your limits, you push yourself away from him, bringing yourself up right.

Hand still gripping Astarion’s chin, you give him the most salacious, most abhorrently whorish look you can muster as you move to rock into him, and to your surprise, he lets you. He’s practically drooling at the sight of you: full lips parted, his ruby eyes bright but lowered with passion, silver curls slicked back behind his pointed ears.

You don’t last long before you’re contracting and creaming around Astarion’s cock, your muscles squeezing his member with fervency. You and Astarion had had every type of sex, all sorts of ways: eternity sure gives you time to explore and expand your sexual interests.

But rarely did you take control and find your own pleasure in him, and gods did he think you looked perfect writhing atop him, cunt clenching as you whimpered his name.

“So beautiful. I adore you. I fucking adore you Tav. Forever.” There is an intensity in his eyes, and he feels the words in his chest as he communicates them to you. It makes your heart flutter and bloom within you, and your soon cunt follows suit, convulsing around his wide cock.

“I love you too,” You mewl as you’re nearing the end of your climax, his eyes softening at the words he so desperately wants to hear.

You stop fucking him after a while, exhausted from your intense orgasm. Astarion picks up where you left off, in your poor little cummed-out state, grabbing you by the hips before continuing to rut into you.

You’ve collapsed on his chest at this point, but Astarion doesn’t stop. He cradles you into him, encouraging you to bring your knees up as far as they’d go, resting at either side of his torso. The tip of his cock is pushing at your depths, making you tremble in your beloved’s arms.

“Oh—my love,” Astarion whispers into your ear: you hardly register it, your brain fuzzy from both your recovering and impending orgasm.

When Astarion finally comes inside you, the warmth of his seed filling your tight hole to the brim nearly makes you crave more, but you don’t think you could if you tried.

But your husband still seemed to have some energy left in him. He lays you on your back, his hands going underneath your knees to pull your thighs up and apart, so he could see his spend inside your fucked out hole.

Astarion’s lips parted at the sight of his thick, creamy come spilling out of you as the smell of musk, sex, and sweat lingered the room.

To you, Astarion’s natural body odor was the most exquisite perfume, other than his crimson bouquet, of course.

“You aren’t going to let me fuck it again, are you?” Astarion asked, eyebrow raised, the corner of his lips tilted in a hint of a smile.

You shake your head, still recovering from the thorough fucking he’d given you. Your eyes widened at the thought that Astarion wasn’t done with you.

“And lucky for me, my beautiful darling has two other serviceable holes for me,” Astarion says as he presses a finger to your ringed entrance, your cunt contracting at the pressure.

“Oh you are so cute,” He dotes at your reaction to his prodding, preparing you for his cock; it isn’t long before he’s filled you once more.

Astarion cleans the both of you up before turning his back to you, grabbing your arm to pull around himself. He wants you to hold him tonight. You rest your forehead on his back, placing gentle kisses on his flesh as you wrap your body around him, one leg between his as he interlocks his fingers with your own.

You breathe in his scent, that musky, earthy smell of sex and sweat filling your nose. You lick your lips, tasting his salty fluids on your tongue. The warmth of his skin was like a sanctuary to you, and you squeezed him, holding him to you preciously.

You still had an inkling of fear tucked away; you pushed it further back to the recesses of your mind as you began drifting off into a dreamless, peaceful slumber. The sound of Astarion’s beating heart thrums in your ears like the soothing sound of the ocean, or rain on pavement, and it carries you off into the twilight dark.

Astarion wakes the both of you up early to prepare for the banquet: the Ancunín’s were to always look their best, and who better than to help you look gorgeous if not for your beloved? And your lady servant, of course.

“I think the pink is too gaudy.” Astarion says with a finger and thumb rest on his chin: he was deeply focused, on what you couldn't be sure, but it certainly wasn’t the color of the dress. He remained fairly present, so you left him to his thoughts. “Washes you out too much, dear. It’s offensive that a color is able to do that to you, my beautiful darling, but alas.”

You survey yourself in the mirror once more: you think Astarion is right, and it makes you wonder why you ever bought the dress at all.

“A themed party, love. You remember Lady Danet? Fear not, her ‘pink’ parties can’t hurt you anymore,” Astarion is smirking, thinking how funny he is. He’s remembering you, dressed in all pink, a little frown on your face as you adjust to the tight corset Lady Danet required her female guests to wear. You simply didn’t think you looked good in pink, and to no surprise, you and every other woman in the world hated wearing a fucking corset. Except for Lady Danet, you think, the odd woman that she was. That had been some fifty years ago, and Lady Danet was long in the grave, now.

“Cynthia?” She was a servant, but you chose her for her gentle personality, obedience and competence, and her eye and honesty for styling you. She was almost as good as Bethild.

“I agree with our Lord. I think a red or a green would suit you better, my lady.” Cynthia says, pondering for a moment. “Pink is very in, which is why I chose it milady, but I hadn’t really thought about what would be fashionable for gith.”

It was still lost on you why the pink dress was even thrown into the fray: but no matter. After trying on several others, you realize Astarion is a million miles away, no longer focused on you at all.

The look on his face gradually became dire. Just as you felt like you had found ‘the one’ (a beautiful emerald silken gown that showed off your shoulders and cinched at the waist) Astarion looked at you, his eyes wide and his brows furrowed.

You realize he’s leaving the crèche before he says a word. His eyes suddenly become misty, glassy, but he doesn’t hide it from you. Cynthia immediately feels the shift in mood and swiftly makes her exit.

Astarion’s sending stone is pinging off in the distance. The two of you stay like this, words hanging between you, listening to the sending stone ping over and over and over…

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 6.

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THAT’S HOW WE MET

A Park Sunghoon ff.

Word count: 15k words

Chapters: 1 (2.5k words) 2 (2.7k words) 3 (2.9k words) 4 (2.7k words) 5 (2k words) 6 (2.1k words) 7 (13 words)

Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, No smut, Suggestive, Lots of kissing, Neck kissing, Suggested pregnancy, fireworks, Sunghoon and reader just love each other too much ;) Lmk if I missed anything!!

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CHAPTER 1

“ “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” These were the only words echoing in my head as my feet moved to the rhythm of the music. The CEO’s eyes pointed towards me as he carefully watched my every move, not missing out anything, not even how many times I blinked or breathed. Everyone was watching me, the choreographer, the lyricist, the producer, the CEO… All of their eyes pierced holes onto my skin as I tried not to let anxiety get to me. The music ended along with my dance as I posed, imagining I was an Idol already. Everyone clapped as I bowed elegantly, trying to look as confident as possible, as if I wasn’t being eaten from the inside out by my anxiety and uncertainty about the future and my performance.

“You can leave.” The CEO spoke coldly, so cold I thought he was mad about something I didn’t even know. Maybe my performance wasn’t good enough? Maybe I should’ve put more effort into my moves? I should’ve been more expressive? I don’t know, I won’t know until a few months later when the results will come out. For now, thinking about it and having anxiety attacks is useless, it will just make everything even worse.

I walked out of the structure slowly, my hands slightly shaking as if they were leaves being moved by the wind. I slowly made my way to a nearby cafe, one of my favorite cafes in the area and sat at a table near the window in the corner. My phone started vibrating inside my pocket, it was my best friend, Mina, calling me. I answered.

“How did the audition go, girly?”

Her voice made me feel like a kid receiving a candy, my heart melting like ice cream at the thought of having such an amazing friend. A friend like Mina was everything I had wished for when I was a kid. We’ve been friends since childhood and I still remember every detail of the moment I met her. We were at a friend’s pajama party and she had invited both of us. I was scared to go due to my sleep problems, but Mina was there to help with them even if we had just met. She sometimes sends me texts to remind me to take my melatonin and charge my speaker for the nights in which I turn on soft background songs to help me fall asleep. I get snapped back to reality as soon as I hear Mina’s voice through the phone again, this time sounding worried, probably scared about the fact that my audition might have gone the wrong way.

“Are you there, girl?” She asks, I know she’s fidgeting with something on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, sorry” I pause for a second before speaking again, my voice reassuring “The audition went well, I think. The CEO sounded scary when he told me I could leave, even if I don’t know if he was mad about something. But hey, even if the results of my audition won’t be the ones we are hoping for, it was worth trying!” I say, trying to cheer her up, even if my nervousness was evident in my voice even through the call.

The rest was all small talk as Mina tried to distract me by talking about her new house in japan, about her new university and her part-time job as a babysitter during the weekends. She told me about one of the kids she babysitted in particular, Jihyoung, a korean child that had recently moved to japan. She told me how his favorite group was Enhypen too, just like me, and how he wished to become an idol when he was older. Mina also described his reaction when she told him that I was auditioning under the same company as Enhypen, it was hilarious.

A sigh escaped my lips as we ended the call, finally being able to grab a coffee for myself to ease the tiredness caused by my sleepless nights. As the waiter approached me with the coffee in his hand, looking extremely good, I’m not going to lie, a small smile formed on my lips. I took the coffee happily, thanking the waiter with a polite bow while warming my hands against the hot paper cup, before leaving, making my way to an ice skating rink.

I walked carefully in the huge crowd on the street, a soft breeze hitting my skin as I waited for the light to turn green to cross the road. My feet moved at the rhythm of an unknown tune in my head, the imaginary beat soft and slow, as if it should help ease my anxiety somehow. As I finally reach the ice skating rink, I notice a crowd of people all gathered around a van in front of the entrance of the structure. As I got closer, I noticed some members of the security asking me who I was and if I had the pass to enter the rink. I took out my wallet along with my pass that I had previously bought to be able to keep skating, even if my audition went wrong. They quickly moved to the side, letting me enter the structure without asking any more questions.

As I made my way towards the changing rooms, I noticed that I was alone except for a male skater already warming up on the ice. I enter the changing rooms, changing in a simple white skirt and a sporty, black sleeveless top. My skates white and neat, soft, black le warmers resting perfectly on my legs as I make my way to the rink.

As I made my way to the rink, I saw the male skater stopping and coming closer to my direction. I looked down just to notice a black, not too big, backpack on the floor, resting against the wall. I assumed it was his. As I look up again, his face is familiar.

I stare at him as gets closer, looking at his face more closely.

Park Sunghoon. THE Park Sunghoon.

I froze there in my place, staring at him with wide eyes. It’s like my mind went blank, not even realizing that he was now crouching right next to me, grabbing his water bottle from his backpack.

“Hello” He speaks, his voice sounding a little confused as I was still staring right at him. He slowly stands up, drinking some water from his bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in the hottest way possible, making me feel like a cube of ice melting.

“H-Hello” I answered, quickly averting my gaze as soon as I realized that I’ve been staring. I bow politely at him, regaining my composure.

“Seems like we’re alone here” He spoke with a slight chuckle, putting his bottle away, back into his backpack. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” I said and gave him a soft smile. Talking to him was already becoming easier, even if a glint of nervousness was never leaving me. I was talking to my idol after all.

“Y/N…” He repeated, clearly thinking “This name sounds so familiar” He said, and that’s when I felt anxiety quickly get to me.

“Oh, yeah… You’ve probably seen it on the posters with the people auditioning” My gaze was now directed towards the floor, my hand nervously scratching the back of my neck “I auditioned earlier, my dream is to become an Idol” I said again, trying my best to regain confidence.

His eyes sparkled at my words, causing some faint blush to appear on my cheeks. I felt my ears heat up, making me even more nervous as I was now aware of my red face.

“That’s amazing! Have you gotten the results already?” He asked excitedly, a wide smile on his face as he seemed interested in knowing more about me and my life, my dreams and my fears.

I shook my head, hinting a silent “No”. He pouted slightly, making a small smile form on my lips. “I’ll have the results in a couple days though, I think they’ll be announced on some posters in the building, too!” I spoke, trying to cheer him up.

He nodded before speaking again, this time making my eyes widen a little. “If you want I can give you my number, you know, in case you need any help or advice” He gave me a kind smile while taking out his phone. I couldn’t help but notice his wallpaper with a picture of him and the rest of the members along with ENGENEs at a concert. A soft smile crept on my lips as I took out my phone too, handing it to him. He took it, his vampire-like teeth showing through his smile at the sight of a picture of me with my little sister and Mina as my wallpaper. I glanced at his hands as he inserted his number into my phone with a smile. He saved himself as “Sunghoonie ;)”, causing a soft chuckle to escape my lips. I put my phone back into my own bag after he put his number in it, thanking him with a smile and a slight bow before he spoke again.

“Who were those in your wallpaper?” Curiosity was evident in his voice as he smiled at me, sitting down on a small bench near the rink and patting the spot next to him, inviting me to sit down.

“The child sitting on my legs is my little sister” I said, a soft smile on my lips as I continued “She’s 7 years old” I added, chuckling slightly.

“The other girl is Mina” I said, this time referring to the black-haired girl sitting next to me “She’s my best friend, I met her at a party when I was a kid” I looked over at him, who was now looking towards the floor but still carefully listened to my words.

“Oh, that’s good. Y’all are so pretty in that picture” He said, now facing me with a friendly smile. I felt my heart skip a beat and tried my best not to look like a tomato. I mumbled a quick “Thanks” before standing up, heading towards the rink.

“Should we get to skating?” I ask with a soft smile, trying to sound as stable as possible even if my sanity was about to throw itself out of the window after his compliment. Was I dreaming?

He stood up, walking to the rink with me as we got started skating. We were doing our own skating routines without interrupting each other, and I was grateful for that, also because he looked effortlessly handsome while skating.

I was attempting a new jump on the ice after warming up, but suddenly I don’t know what had gotten in me.

I slipped and fell,

the blade of my right skate hitting my left leg, leaving a bloody cut behind.

Sunghoon rushed to me, checking my leg. I swear I saw worry in his eyes at that moment, making my chest ache in both concern and embarrassment due to my fall.

“Wait, let me take you out of the rink…” He spoke, more to himself than to me, and picked me up. My heart was beating faster even through my pain, butterflies dancing in my stomach. He carried me out of the rink and put me down on the small bench where we were sitting earlier before he spoke again.

“I’ll get something to medicate that, okay? Don’t move” He said before running into the changing rooms. I didn’t even notice him taking his skates off to not risk falling and hurting himself too. He came back shortly after with a medikit, taking out a bandage and slowly wrapping it around my leg after disinfecting it. His touch was gentle yet firm, making sure the bandage was wrapped tight enough to stop the bleeding.

“Here” He spoke, sighing in relief “You scared me, you know?” He said, scolding me in a playful way. A smile appeared on my lips, it was genuine, I never felt so grateful before. We barely met and I was already comfortable with him.

“Sorry” I said with a slight laugh “Thanks though, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I were alone” I looked down, with an almost invisible smile before looking back up at him. “I guess no more skating for me today” I laughed at my statement, noticing a small smile appear on his lips too. It all felt like a dream, my leg hurt, but the rest of my emotions were covering the pain. The happiness, the nervousness, the gratefulness, the excitement, the adrenaline were covering everything.

“No more skating for me either” He said, sitting down next to me “I’m done with my routine and one of my friends wanted to play games with me at 7” He said, pointing to the time on his phone. It was 6.30pm.

I nodded, giving him a smile and slowly standing up, my leg hurting a bit. I was about to thank him and say bye but he cut me off.

“How are you going home?” He stood up too after putting his shoes on.

“On foot” I said, slightly confused. Why did that matter? Was he asking to make sure my leg was gonna be okay during the trip home?

“Oh no, you’re NOT going home on foot with that leg” He pointed at my bandage-covered leg, emphasizing the word “Not”. “I’ll take you home” He spoke, offering me his arm to help me walk. I tried telling him it wasn’t a problem at all, that my leg hurt just a bit and was nothing serious, but he insisted for me to go home with him.

We both got on the van, his bodyguards eyeing me along with the fans waiting for him outside. He made sure I got into the van without being pushed or hurt by the fans screaming and trying to be noticed by him. As we got in, he gave me a slight smile and in 10 minutes we were in front of my dorm’s door.

“Is this your dorm?” He asked, pointing towards my door. I nodded in response and he hummed before pointing at a door not far from mine “You know, that’s Sunoo’s room” My mouth fell open at his statement. One of my idols was literally 2 doors away from mine and I didn’t know? He chuckled at my reaction before glancing at the time on his phone.

“I guess I should go, I’ll let you be surprised by yourself” His words caused a laugh to escape my mouth and soft blush to creep on my cheeks.

“Wait” I said hurriedly “Thank you, Sunghoon” I gave him a grateful smile, and he smiled brightly in return.

“No problem” He said, pointing at his phone and hinting a silent “Call me if you need anything.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I plopped myself on my bed, exhausted from the long day I just lived. A long, but definitely amazing, day.

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CHAPTER 2

“ I woke up to the sound of Given-Taken, the song I selected as my alarm before auditioning. My eyelids were heavy and my leg still hurt, but much less than yesterday. I slowly sat up, my hair messy and my back hurting a little from when I fell the previous day. I checked the time on my phone, it was 8am. My eyes traveled lower, where I noticed a notification by “Sunghoonie ;)”. I opened it, revealing a message that made me smile like an idiot. Was he always this sweet and caring?

I answered with a quick “Yup :3” before putting my phone down, kicking my feet with a red face and a wide smile on my face. Am I dreaming? No, this is all real.

I stood up lazily, making my way towards the small bathroom, washing my face and doing my skincare (Gurl’s looking fresh y’all) and heading back to my bedroom. I quickly got dressed, wearing some comfy clothes since I’ll be off to practice soon. I took a note in my mind to remember that I have to check the posters on my way, just to see if I got lucky and my audition’s result is already there

I ate an apple in the fastest way possible before rushing out of my dorm, and running towards the practice rooms. I even took the stairs so I didn’t have to wait for the elevator. I passed in front of a free practice room and left my water bottle there before making my way towards the posters in the main area of the building, my anxiety rising at each step. The sound of my shoes against the floor reminded me of bullets and the pain I would feel if I didn’t get accepted, making an unpleasant shiver run down my spine. As I saw the posters in front of me, I took a deep breath before looking for my name with shaky hands clung to my sweatpants.

Here it is,

No results yet.

I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest so loud that I thought even Mina would hear it from Japan. I made my way back to the practice room I saw earlier, but to my surprise it was now closed. I knocked on the door, hoping that it was just the wind or my memory playing tricks on me and I was the one who had closed the door. I already met Sunghoon yesterday, I’m not ready to meet other of my Idols yet.

I heard a faint “Come in” coming from inside the practice room and I slowly opened the door.

Please tell me it’s not an Idol,

Please, please, please, please,

…

It was an Idol.

Jungwon stood right in front of me, his phone in his hand, probably selecting the song he needs to practice.

“Sorry, I think I forgot my water bottle here earlier” I spoke, trying to control my shaky hands. It’s not my lucky day, is it?

“Oh, do you need help finding it?” He asked, his cat-like eyes now looking directly at me making me feel uneasy. I shook my head slightly and went over to the corner where I had previously left my bottle before speaking “Here it is” I held my bottle up, showing it to him with a smile.

He smiled back at me, walking a little closer “I never saw you around” He said curiously, indirecting asking me who I was.

“Oh, well, my name is Y/N. I auditioned yesterday” I said, and he looked at me making a conscious “Ahh” sound. “

“So you are the famous Y/N Sunghoon couldn’t stop talking about” I felt my heart drop at his words, but in a good way. Did I really leave such an impression on Sunghoon? Damn. I didn’t know how to respond, I was curious about what Sunghoon had said about me, but at the same time I didn't want to seem too interested or invasive.

Luckily, Jungwon interrupted my thoughts by satisfying my curiosity without me having to ask. “He said you are a really nice skater and that you’re really pretty, friendly and polite too!” He smiled at me, the same smile that was always plastered on his face in each video of each exhibition. The same smile that always made me smile too along with all the other smiles of the other members. I felt my heart beat faster at Jungwon’s words. Was that what Sunghoon actually thought of me?

“Oh, well, tell him he’s really friendly, kind and polite too! And also really good looking” I said the last part a little more shyly, trying my best not to let soft, pink blush flush on my cheeks.

Jungwon chuckled lightly at my words. I don’t know why but it’s easy to talk to him, I feel like he won’t ever judge me and I can tell him whatever I want. He’s always been one of my comfort places after all, always making a smile appear on my face even during hard times.

My thinking is quickly interrupted by his soft voice “What are you doing now?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious. I just shrugged before answering.

“I’m just going to look for an empty practice room, I guess” I said, scratching the back of my neck with a shy smile on my face. I still have a lot to practice…

“Oh, we can practice together if you want” He flashed me a bright smile before continuing with his usual, soothing tone of voice “Which song do you need to practice?” He asked, taking his phone out and connecting it to the speakers in the practice room.

“Oh, I need to practice Alexa’s ‘Back in Vogue’ ” I said, smiling back at him. Yesterday skating practice with Sunghoon and now dance practice with Jungwon? I must be dreaming. Someone wake me up.

“Okay, let’s do this!” He smiled again before starting the song to check if his phone had successfully connected and if the volume was right. He then put his phone down and went to the center of the room, gesturing to me to follow him. We started dancing, his moves were so clean and energetic. I had a lot to learn from him.

We danced for about 2 hours, both of us letting ourselves fall on the floor, tired after our practice. He was the first to stand up, grabbing his water bottle along with mine and bringing it to me. I sat up and thanked him before chugging half of the bottle down.

“Seems like someone was thirsty, huh?” He teased, wiggling his brows. I barely met him and it already seems like we’ve known each other for half our lives, what the hell? I chuckled at his teasing, standing up as he drank some water from his own bottle too.

“No but, seriously, Sunghoon was right” He said “You’re really pretty and also really friendly! And you also are really talented” I smiled shyly at his words, looking at my feet and the ground.

“Thanks” I mumbled, but before I could compliment him too, he spoke again.

“I would really like to get to know you more, you know? Maybe we could hang out sometime” He said, rushing to get his phone from the right corner of the room’s floor. He came back to me with a cute jog and showed me his number so I could add it into my phone.

I chuckled as he didn’t even ask if I was okay with all of this, already aware that I was, indeed, more than fine with it. Who would miss the chance to hang out with your idol? I took my phone and added his number in it, saving him as “Wonie :>”

After that we said goodbye to each other and we left the practice room. I went straight to my dorm and in the shower, warm water running down my skin as I rinsed my sweat away, trying to clear my mind from all the things that were happening. All the sensations cursing through my veins overwhelming my senses in the sweetest way possible as all my dreams are finally becoming true.

As I finally came out of the bathroom I changed into a simple but cute dress that hugged my body perfectly and dried my hair, tying it in a half-ponytail with a bow on it and little braids, tied together at the end, looking like a small crown at the back of my head.

I then proceeded to clean my room nicely so that it was neat and writing a song, then I practiced a bit with the piano and called Mina, telling her about everything that had happened these days: Me meeting Jungwon and Sunghoon, the way I fell, my cut, Sunghoon helping me and also giving me his number just like Jungwon.

I could feel Mina smiling through the phone and I could tell she was genuinely happy for me and that surely warmed my heart, making me aware that she’ll always be by my side no matter what.

After my almost endless call with Mina I checked my phone to see what time it was, it was 6pm. My eyes darted lower, noticing some notifications from both Jungwon and Sunghoon.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I opened the messages: Sunghoon just sent me a selfie and killed me with it and Jungwon was asking me to hang out with him, Sunghoon and Sunoo? I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my whole body tensing as I realized that I’m about to meet Sunoo, too.

I felt goosebumps raise all over my body as I realized what time it was: It was already 6.15pm. ‘I’m fucked’ were the only words playing in my head over and over, making me nervous. I ran to the bathroom, spraying some perfume on my neck and wrists, filling the air with my sweet scent, and also put on some makeup, a pretty light one, just some mascara, gloss and blush. Just to accentuate my natural features.

And in no time, it was 7pm.

I sat on my chair in front of my desk when suddenly someone knocked on my door.

I hesitantly stood up, walking towards the door.

Each step of mine making my heart beat louder,

So loud that it sounded like a gunshot every time,

So loud that when I opened the door I thought Sunghoon could hear it.

“Hey Y/N” His voice was like a bucket of ice being thrown right at me, bringing me back to reality. I quickly flashed Sunghoon a smile, acting like I wasn’t about to say bye to my sanity just seconds ago. I stepped out of the door, walking alongside him down the hall and towards the elevator.

“Hello Sunghoon” I say, sounding more tense than I intended to.

“There’s no need to be so tense, Y/N, calm down” He said with a light chuckle. We were trying to become friends after all. I shouldn’t be so tense, he’s right. But how am I supposed to not be tensed up when my idol, and also who I thought was and is the most handsome man in the world, is walking beside me and trying to become friends with me.

I flash him another warm smile as we reach the elevator, its doors closing behind us.

“So uhm…” The atmosphere in that small, moving box was thick and suffocating and I felt like I could faint due to the lack of oxygen in a couple minutes. “Was the one in the picture your dog?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sunghoon started, smiling brightly at me as I mention his dog “Her name is Gaeul”

I nod, happily listening to him and getting more curious by the second. As the elevator came to a stop and we made our way to the small sushi restaurant, and during all of our small trip he couldn’t stop talking about his dog, Gaeul. He told me her breed, the whole story of how he got her, her age and how much she has grown up since he first got her. It was cute, hearing him talking about something he liked made a strange warmth spread through my chest, filling my heart to the brim.

We slowly made our way through the crowd in the restaurant, coming to a stop as soon as we saw Jungwon waving at us from a table. We sat with them and that’s when I noticed a pretty, blond boy sitting right next to Jungwon,

Sunoo.

Kim Sunoo.

I greeted Jungwon before introducing myself to Sunoo, the usual “I auditioned yesterday to become an idol” leaving my lips right away, all while Sunoo was just flashing him that kind smile of his, the one I adored so much when watching their live performances.

I sat down between Sunoo and Sunghoon and we started a conversation along with Jungwon about figure skating as soon as they noticed the bandage on my leg from yesterday’s fall while skating with Sunghoon.

“I really like figure skating, but it’s really not for me” Sunoo said, and Jungwon nodded in agreement “I would fall as soon as I put foot on the ice” He added with the usual sassy laugh, causing a chuckle to escape my lips.

They were all easy to talk to as we shared anything that came to our mind just as if we’ve known each other for ages. It felt nice to have some new friends around. Some new friends that were also my idols, but still some new friends. My smile never fading as we shared experiences and stories, pouts and laughter, jokes and serious conversations. All of this while munching on some nice sushi, which never tasted this good in my life. Who knows, maybe it’s just the magical atmosphere lingering between us or maybe it’s just their presence to make the moment even more enjoyable.

Time passed by as fast as the wind between our chatting and the really nice sushi we were having. It all felt amazing, but eventually the evening had to come to an end, and that’s why I’m walking next to Sunoo as he brings me home.

He offered to accompany me home since we live in the same building.

Sunghoon had also offered to bring you home, making butterflies dance in my stomach, but Sunoo quickly said he would bring me home and that he didn’t have to worry.

During the trip I kept chatting with Sunoo about everything that crossed my mind, until…

Until we got to Sunghoon.

“He’s nice looking, right?” Sunoo asks, wiggling his brows playfully at me as if I hadn't met him just this night for the first time.

I shyly nodded, thinking about the selfie Sunghoon had sent me earlier with his dog. It was clear that he was laying in bed, his hair messy but soft-looking. He looked cute, yet hot as fuck. When I saw that picture I couldn’t help but let my mind wander a bit, also in places it shouldn’t have gone to. I shook those thoughts away as soon as I noticed how Sunoo was staring at me.

“I knew it, girl! It’s evident in the way you look at him” Sunoo said, making my cheeks become red. Was it really that evident? I hit Sunoo’s arm playfully as we got into the elevator to reach our floor. He chuckled in response before grabbing his phone and speaking.

“Mind if I get your number? I really loved talking with you tonight, we should meet up more often!” He said with that soft smile of his, making me melt because of his cuteness. I took my phone out too and saved his number in it as soon as we reached my dorm. “Sunoo-ie <3”. That’s how I saved him before waving goodbye.

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CHAPTER 3

“About a month had passed since I went to the dinner that brought me to meet the people that became two of my best friends along with Mina: Sunoo and Jungwon. We hung out a lot since then, ending up knowing everything about each other. I also hung out with Sunghoon a lot, but we don’t know each other just as much as I do with Sunoo and Wonie.

Those two knew everything about me, from my favorite food to my sleeping problems and their solutions, from my most embarrassing moments to the most cheerful ones. They were always supportive to me and helped me whenever I had a problem, giving me advice and hugs to cheer me up whenever my mood was down.

They also knew about a little problem I had with Sunghoon.

As we hung out during the past weeks I noticed how a warm feeling spreaded all over my body whenever we touched, I felt butterflies in my stomach whenever we talked or even when we were close. The way he laughed or smiled at my silly jokes, the way he hugged me whenever we won a game or simply the way he listened to me when I was frustrated. I started to realize (Also thanks to Sunoo, Mina and Jungwon) that I was falling for him.

Or I already fell for him.

I was in love.

I was in love with Park Sunghoon,

And I still am.

As my mind was filled with thoughts, I didn’t realize I had received a text exactly from Sunghoon, the one permanently clouding my thoughts. I wonder if he’s tired after running in my mind for so long.

I could swear I felt my heart skip a beat at his messages, first he asks me to go to sleepover at his dorm, and then he tells me “I love when you call me that ;)” after I called him “Hoonie”... This guy is making me go crazy. The butterflies in my stomach weren’t stopping, I wanted to tell Sunoo and Jungwon and Mina about that message too, but I didn’t… I’ll tell them later. The other side of me though, was telling me to stay here, at my own dorm, due to my sleeping problems.

My fucking insomnia.

I couldn’t just take my melatonin right in front of him, or turn on music in my speaker to help get me to relax. It all just sounded so scary… What if Sunghoon found it weird? And what if he just told me to leave after? Oh god…

I decided to go shower to take all those consuming thoughts out of my mind, Sunoo said it himself “Sunghoon hyung is a really understanding person” when I texted him about the whole situation earlier.

I just got under the warm stream of water, feeling the pleasurable, burning sensation on my skin as it heated up so nicely… I wish it was Sunghoon keeping me this warm… Fuck Y/N what are you even thinking about? I curse mentally at myself for letting my own thoughts wander this much and I started to wash up quickly, using the sweetest shampoo and bodywash I owned (Under Jungwon’s advice since he told me that Sunghoon likes sweet things) before using a sweet-scented body lotion all over my body. I then changed into some cute clothes and did my hair, by the time it was already 7.30pm…

I looked at myself in the mirror at least 6 times, completely panicked and rethinking my outfit choices, but eventually settled to stay like this. My pink sweater and pink hair clip reminded me of some nice, sweet cotton candy. Sweet, Sunghoon likes sweet things and I do too.

I then sprayed some sweet perfume on my neck and wrists, went over my look one last time and grabbed my things: My skincare products, my pajamas, my toothbrush, my hairbrush, my perfume and clean clothes for tomorrow and, most importantly, my melatonin.

As soon as I took everything and checked the time, I noticed it was already 7.55pm. I rushed out and went all the way to Sunghoon’s dorm. I’ve been there a couple times, but never alone with him: Sunoo, Jungwon or both were always there with us when we hung out at Sunghoon’s dorm.

I took a really deep breath as soon as I reached his door, I could feel my heart beat faster in my chest, so fast that I thought it was going to stop at any second. I slowly knocked and he opened up almost immediately, as if he was waiting for me right on the other side of the door.

“Y/N-ieee” He spoke, almost whining and in the cutest way possible. He stepped to the side, letting me into his dorm. It was neat and clean, just as usual. The only difference was that on the bed there were extra pillows and extra blankets, reminding me that I would be staying the night and that I had to tell him about my problem with insomnia somehow tonight.

“Hey Hoonie” I gave him a bright smile, and I swear I saw a hint of blush on his cheeks. Maybe it was the nickname? Or maybe I’m just daydreaming, fuck my heart and mind.

“Call me that more, I love it” I swear I felt my heart skip a couple beats at his words, warmth spreading all over my body as I tried my best not to blush. I looked down at the floor, blushing more when I heard him chuckle slightly at me and mumble a small “Cute” to me as he closed the door to his dorm.

I looked up at him after calming down and he gave me a bright smile. I couldn’t help but notice the pictures hanging on the walls, some with him and the members, some with him and his dog and some pics of him while skating. He looked so effortlessly good in all of them that I wanted to scream. Some pictures were really touching as they showed him along with the rest of the members, one of them holding up an award; others were really funny, like one that showed him and Niki wearing Penguin onesies while forming a heart with their arms. All of those pictures prove the amazing friendship between all of them, the undeniable connection keeping them together growing stronger every time they hung out together.

I snapped back to reality by something scratching my leg. For a moment I thought it was Sunghoon playing some random joke on me, but when I looked down I noticed a cute, white fluff ball.

His dog.

A gasp escaped my lips at the cuteness as I dropped my bag on the floor and knelt down, caressing the dog’s white fur all over in the gentlest way possible.

“I see you and Gaeul already love each other, huh?” He teased from behind me, coming back from the small kitchen in his dorm. I didn’t even notice him going there, he probably went there when I was distracted with the pictures on his walls. He knelt down beside me with a bright smile, showing his vampire-like teeth so clearly that I thought I could faint right then and there.

I chuckled in response to his teasing, still caressing the dog in front of me. I stood up, gesturing to follow him. We sat on his bed after I moved my bag to a corner. The faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air as we sat close to each other on his bed, contemplating on what to do.

“Maybe we could play some games?” He suggested with a thoughtful expression “Or, if you’re good at baking, you could help me bake some cookies” He said with another smile.

“Why can’t we do both of them?” I asked with a laugh and he laughed along with me, butterflies dancing in my stomach as we shifted to the edge of his bed and he went to turn on his console and TV before handing me a controller.

We played games for a bit and he won every single game we played.

“Oh come on!” I whined as I lost another game and let myself fall back on his bed with a chuckle. He laughed at me as soon as he won. His laugh felt like therapy, it was contagious.

“You wanna stop? It’s no fun if I keep winning” He said with a shrug and a smile, letting himself fall on his bed next to me. I simply nodded and we both stood up again, making our way into his small kitchen.

He took out all the ingredients and then we got to making those cookies. We decided to make some simple chocolate chip cookies. As we cooked I couldn’t help but chuckle at him every time he spilled or dropped something, warmth filling my heart at all his small actions.

As we put the cookies in the oven he commented “Is that you smelling like cotton candy or what is it?” He asked, getting closer to me and leaning in. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he smelled my perfume, letting it flood his lungs.

“It’s probably my perfume” I mumbled, my voice sounding shakier than intended. He slowly pulled back mumbling a small “So good” and looked directly into my eyes, making a shiver run down my spine. I shifted my gaze towards the floor to hide my blushing face.

“It is your perfume, yeah” He said with a smile. “It smells really good” He said with a warm smile, and time I’m sure he was blushing a bit too.

I jumped a bit when he gasped dramatically after looking at the time: It was already 9pm. I chuckled at his dramatic behavior as we decided to change into our pajamas and just get ready to sleep so we could play some board games and watch a movie without worrying about falling asleep by accident without getting ready first.

He went to the bathroom and changed first, coming back with a simple white t-shirt that was a bit too big for him and sweatpants. Then it was my turn. I made my way in the small bathroom and closed the door, noticing his toothbrush in a glass by the sink and his cologne right there on a small shelf along with all his skincare products. I changed into my pajamas, a simple set of matching pants and shirt with little bears on them, and let my hair down, passing a hand through it.

I then came out of the bathroom and Sunghoon clapped cutely at me “So cute!” He spoke, a soft smile playing on his flawless face and a glint of blush never leaving his cheeks. “Shall we brush our teeth and do our skincare? Maybe a face mask too?” He suggested with a smile, already walking back into the bathroom without even giving me time to answer. I quickly followed behind him getting back into the bathroom, this time with my bag in hand.

I took out my skincare products, placing them near the sink, while he looked for some masks to do. I took out my cleanser, my hydrating cream, my toner and my sunscreen. Just as I took everything out he turned to me with 2 face masks in his hands. He smirked at me and wiggled his brows playfully just as he showed them to me and we both burst out laughing. It was easy to talk to him, but will it be just as easy to tell him about my insomnia?

We did our skincare and brushed our teeth, his minty breath hitting my face every now and then as he helped me put the face mask on and I did the same, feeling my heart beat so fast and loud in my chest that I thought it was gonna explode as soon as my fingertips touched his silky, warm skin.

After that, we got back to his room and sat on the bed simply chatting a bit about random topics, just waiting for the moisture in the masks to be absorbed by our skin. We then took each other’s masks off, again feeling his minty breath and the urge to kiss him, before laying comfortably in his bed, our heads resting against the headboard and the too-many pillows he brought.

And then it comes, the moment I feared the most.

I had to take my melatonin and tell him about my sleeping problems,

About my insomnia.

I reached for my bag on the floor and took out my melatonin pills before speaking.

“Sunghoon, can I please get a glass of water..?” I ask, pointing to the small pill I had in my hand and signaling that I needed the water to take it.

He just looked at me with a confused expression and nodded before standing up and walking to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water and handing it to me before asking me the question I was so scared of “What are those pills?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper and clearly filled with concern.

“They’re melatonin pills,” I said, looking down. “I suffer of Insomnia” I added with a sigh and a sad expression, already knowing this will be one of those sleepless nights due to the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Oh” He said, his pretty eyes filled with worry, making my heart shatter into a million pieces “Is there any way I could help you sleep?” He asked, making my heart beat faster. Sunoo was right, he was definitely an understanding person, and that fueled my feelings for him even more.

“I usually turn on some soothing music to help me fall asleep, but that might bother you” I answered, my eyes never leaving the blankets on top of my legs “Or I hug a pillow, that would be a nice option if you have an extra one” I added, now looking up at him with shy, hesitant eyes.

“I do have an extra pillow, but I don’t think it’ll fit between us” He said, pointing to the small space between our bodies, the closeness between us making me shiver “You can hug me, though” He added, and that’s when I swear I felt my soul leave my body, drifting off into the sky and never coming back. Or maybe it was his soul drifting right into my heart so I’ll never be able to stop loving him, who knows.

“Are you sure that’s okay with you?” I asked, surprisingly sounding steady enough. His words “You can hug me, though” playing in my head over and over again.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay with it” He said with a shrug before turning his TV on and looking for a movie on Netflix. Soft blush creeped on my cheeks but I was good enough to look away for a moment and hide it.

He suddenly turned to me and asked “Is this movie okay?” He pointed to the TV on the other side of the room, a romantic movie on it. I thought of suggesting a horror one so that whenever a jumpscare comes I could cling to him, but since we both hate them I changed my mind and just accepted. If he did like horror movies I would’ve asked for one even if I hate them.

As the movie played, kissing scenes kept showing every now and then, making us both giggle like some stupid children, but even between our playful banter, I swear I noticed him shifting closer to me every time I was distracted.

The movie seemed to end really fast, as if it was only 10 minutes long. I guess it’s because time seems to pass by faster when I’m having fun.

After he turned the TV off, he turned to me and asked softly in a tired, yet really fucking hot voice “Do you wanna sleep?”

I just nodded in response, sliding down until my head was resting on the pillow instead of the headboard, and looked at him, hesitance clear in my eyes as I spoke “Are you sure I can hug you?” My voice barely above a whisper as I spoke shyly.

“Of course” He gave me a soft smile, the softest smile I’ve ever seen and that made me want to pinch his cheeks and kiss him like there was no tomorrow “And wake me up if you can’t sleep, you’re not alone in this”

His words made me melt, literally, I was sweating. He was so sweet that I swear I smelled a scent so close to cotton candy that it made my mouth water.

I slowly shifted closer to him, my head resting on his chest and my arm over his stomach.

He was warm, really warm.

And his heartbeat made me relax, I felt sleepy already.

But just as my own heartbeat started to slow down, relaxing, he wrapped his arm around my waist, making it beat faster once again. Even faster than before.

I felt safe, secure. I relaxed again as soon as he turned the lights off and whispered a soft “Good night, Y/N”.

His strong arms fit perfectly on my waist, making me feel safer than usual. I closed my eyes after whispering a small “Good night” back to him. My breathing slowing down and matching his,

I start to feel sleepy,

Sleepier and sleepier,

Until I finally left the hearth and traveled to dream land, Sunghoon never leaving my side,

Keeping me close,

Keeping me warm,

Keeping me safe.

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CHAPTER 4

“ I woke up feeling a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, my head resting on a warm surface that made a heart beating noise. I slowly opened my eyes just to see that…

Park Sunghoon was the one hugging me.

My head was laying on his chest.

His heart was the one I was hearing.

His breathing was the one matching mine.

He was the one keeping me warm all night long.

He was the one that gave me the best sleep of my life.

I felt my heart beating faster at the sight of his sleepy face as I stared at him, all while enjoying the warm and safe feeling his embrace gave me.

I got startled when I felt him shifting underneath me, his eyes slowly opening as I lifted my head from his chest to look at him, his sleepy face being the cutest thing I’ve seen so far.

“Good morning” He spoke, his voice low and deep, groggy from sleep. I shivered as he moved his arm lower, from my waist to my hips, holding me close as we laid together in the warm embrace of the blankets.

“Good morning…” I replied shyly, looking away as I felt my face heat up, sure that I looked like a tomato ready to be eaten.

“Lay with me some more, please” He whispered, pulling me even closer to him and making me shiver under his touch. I rested my head on his chest again, enjoying the closeness between our bodies. His slow breathing made me relax and cream against him.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, now sounding a bit concerned as he knows about my problems with sleep.

“I slept really well, this was probably one of my best nights so far” I gave him a smile as I spoke, a wide one, a genuine one as I was truly happy that I was finally able to sleep all night long without waking up in the middle of sleep. And also truly happy that I slept cuddled up against my Idol and crush’s side, in his embrace.

He smiled back at me, making me wish to kiss that smile until my lips bleed.

He jumped up when his phone started ringing, it was “Jaikeu :]” . The cute name made me giggle. He sat up a bit, not letting me go as he answered the call.

“Hey Jake” He spoke, a wide smile painted on his oh-so-kissable lips.

“Hi” I heard from the other side of the phone. I could only imagine it was Jake, or the one and only Shim Jaehyun. “I know you’re busy with your ‘Girlfriend’- Sorry, with Y/N, but our Kid Nishimura Riki wants you to be here too” Jake spoke through the phone and I choked when he called me Sunghoon’s girlfriend. He then spoke in a cute voice “Do you wanna hang out with us today? We could play games at my place” Jake spoke, clearly pouting from the other side of the phone.

Sunghoon looked at me and probably understood that I heard the whole conversation they just had. He silently mouthed to me the words “Do you wanna come too?” and I just nodded with a shrug. I would meet 2 more of my idols after all, so why not?

“Okay, sure” He paused for a moment at the phone before continuing “Can Y/N come too?” I heard Jake answer with a quick “Yes” from the other side before they agreed on the time in which we had to meet and hung up with a bright smile.

“Today, 3pm, Jake’s dorm” He said, rubbing my back gently. I smiled back, feeling truly happy for once in my life. I nodded and sat up along with him.

“I’ll go get dressed, okay?” I asked, slowly getting out of bed before whispering. “Sunghoon,” He nodded and turned to me as soon as I whispered his name, looking at me deep in the eyes with his expressive ones “Thank you” He just smiled at me, in his eyes a silent ‘You can always vent to me’.

I headed towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me and wearing the spare clothes I brought with me before doing my skincare and hair.

I then sprayed some perfume I brought with me (The sweet one, the one Sunghoon likes) and headed out. He stared at me, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“So pretty” He said, giving me a warm smile and standing up, heading to the bathroom himself. “And you smell good too, as always”. I blush softly at his compliments, a small chuckle going past my lips.

I watch him as he disappears into the bathroom before coming back after a while, all fresh and dressed up with a light blue shirt and some simple, black jeans. He looked so elegant and expensive even if he was dressed up in a casual way.

I grabbed my bag and gathered my things. I can’t wait to tell Sunoo and Jungwon about all of this, but all this tea is too important to be spilled over a chat, I’ll tell them when I see them.

I checked my phone and, just as I was thinking of him, Sunoo texted me a quick “How did it go” and a “How did you sleep?” I replied with a quick “It went well, I’ll tell you more when I see you <3” and locked my phone.

During all of this, Sunghoon was desperately looking for his phone. He used it earlier when Jake called but now he couldn’t find it.

“Sunghoo-” My words were cut off by him speaking.

“Shit, I can’t find it!” It was clear, he was getting frustrated.

“Sungho-”

“WHY?!” He whined, interrupting me once more.

“PARK SUNGHOON” He finally looked at me as I spoke in the calmest tone ever “Look what’s in your hand” I pointed at his left hand.

He was holding his phone during all of this, this silly, yet charming and sweet, boy. He looked down at the phone in his hand, then at me, then back at the phone and then back at me, this time with a laugh that made my heart swell with affection.

He finished gathering his things before we headed out for lunch, going to the same small place where I met my best friend: Sunoo. We sat down and ate normally, talking about any sort of thing that went through our mind: My insomnia, his dog, dogs and animals in general, dance practices, auditions, Jay’s cooking and food.

As we finished, I offered to pay but he stopped me, handing his card to the waiter before I had time to say anything. When I scolded him as we were getting out of the restaurant, he used the excuse of “I’m an Idol, I have way more money than you”. How silly.

As we made our way to Jake’s dorm, we passed in front of the posters with the people auditioning and… The results. Finally. I stopped in my tracks, running towards the posters right away, and started looking for my name between a lot of others.

Until I found it.

Y/N.

Next to it, the result was written.

‘Audition passed’.

I felt my heart beat faster in joy, I was so happy that I didn’t notice Sunghoon running behind me and stopping to stand beside me, watching me as I jumped like a kid on their birthday. He hugged me as soon as he saw my result, jumping with me.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N-ah!” He said as he hugged me tighter, reminding me of the previous night, when we slept in each other’s arms and I actually did sleep.

A small tear of joy ran down my face as we hugged, a big smile plastered on both our faces. “Thank you, Sunghoon-ah!” I answered, looking at him deep in the eyes before hugging him tight again. My face buried in his neck, his intoxicating scent filling my lungs.

After a bit of jumping around, we started walking again, making our way to Jake's place. If I thought I’d feel anxious to meet him and Niki, I was actually pretty relaxed. Maybe it was because I was with Sunghoon? Or maybe because I knew I passed my audition? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter right now as we finally reached Jake’s dorm.

Sunghoon knocked on the door. After not even 2 seconds a screaming Niki opened it. I jumped a bit when Niki jumped in Sunghoon’s arms screaming “JAKE HYUNG WANTS TO TICKLE ME TO DEATH”. Both me and Sunghoon burst out laughing as soon as we saw Jake leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Niki with a playful smirk on his face,

When Niki turned around and looked at Jake he screamed again, but when he noticed me he stopped clinging to Sunghoon and just normally introduced himself, as if he didn’t just scream his lungs out because Jake was trying to tickle him. “Hey, I’m Niki, you must be Y/N, nice to meet you” He said, offering me his hand for a handshake.

I then looked at Jake and he introduced himself too “And I’m Jake” He gave me his usual, contagious smile, the one I used to go crazy for in their videos.

I also introduced myself, but this time as a trainee, mentioning that I passed my audition.

We made our way into Jake’s dorm, it was way messier than Sunghoon’s, but still not too dirty or messy. I was honestly a little surprised: I thought his dorm was going to be a mess after seeing Niki scream and run like that.

We all sat on Jake’s bed, playing some video games at first but getting bored after a couple matches. That’s when we decided to play truth or dare all together.

“Niki, truth or dare?” Sunghoon asked Niki, and he thought for a moment before answering with a confident “Dare”.

“I dare you to tickle Jake for 30 seconds to get your revenge” Sunghoon spoke with a chuckle, making butterflies dance in my stomach more and more. I laughed when I saw the expression on Jake’s face. He side eyed Sunghoon so bad I thought his eyes were going to turn around completely. Not even Sunoo ever side eyed anyone like that. Niki, on the other hand, was smiling a lot and giggling like a 3-year-old.

Niki counted to 3 and jumped on Jake, tickling him all over and almost making them both fall off the bed. Jake was a screaming mess too now, repeating ‘Sorry’ over and over again while laughing his soul out. Me and Sunghoon counted the 30 seconds while laughing, making me feel warm, but definitely happy, all over.

As the 30 seconds were up, Niki asked “Jake, truth or dare?”

Jake answered right away with a convincing “TRUTH”. He knew that, if he chose dare, Niki would dare him to do the most embarrassing thing ever (These dumb children).

Niki whined but still asked Jake a dare “Do you think Y/N is pretty?”

I felt my cheeks heat up a little bit at Niki’s question, but I became a literal tomato when Jake nodded. I looked at Sunghoon and I’m sure that what I saw in his eyes was jealousy, somehow. He was piercing holes in Jake’s skin with how intensely he was staring at him.

Jake just glanced at Sunghoon and then looked down, as if he was saying sorry. After that, he spoke, “Sunghoon, truth or dare?”

Sunghoon thought about his answer for a moment before speaking, “Dare”. He didn’t look too confident about his choice, but he also didn’t look too hesitant.

“I dare you to whisper something in Y/N’s ear”, Jake said. And in that moment I swear this time Sunghoon’s ears and cheeks turned red, as if he just ate something really spicy. Jake giggled a bit at his friend’s reaction and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. What did he know that I wasn’t aware of?

My thoughts came to a stop when Sunghoon shifted closer to me and leaned in, his hot breath on my neck and right ear. “I ate Sunoo’s cookies yesterday, but don’t tell him, please” He whispered. His whisper was hot as fuck, his breath hitting my neck and I could smell his strong scent, my vision going fuzzy for a moment. Even if the words he said were stupid as heck, he still sounded really hot. Goosebumps raised all over my skin, I stopped breathing for a moment and butterflies danced in my stomach with all their strength. My chest felt warm, just like my stomach did. I felt warm all over, my mouth going dry.

“Someone looks flustered” Niki teased, referring to me. I glanced at me, with the amazing side eye Sunoo taught me how to do, and whispered under my breath “Shut up you kiddo”.

Sunghoon and Jake both burst out laughing, Niki started laughing because the other two were laughing and I started laughing because they all were laughing. What a chain reaction.

The rest of the day passed by rather fast between silly jokes and games, laughter and whines (Especially by Niki, that hyperactive child).

Sunghoon brought me back to my dorm at about 6pm, my heart dropping into my stomach as I had to say goodbye to him, closing the door behind me as I passed past my door. I swear I saw a glint of sadness in his eyes too as I closed the door, making me even sadder.

I quickly texted Sunoo to come over, I had to tell him EVERYTHING that had happened. From the sleepover to the cuddles, from Jake’s call to his dare for Sunghoon. Everything. Every single detail.

Sunoo didn’t even answer and directly knocked on my door. I opened it and we greeted each other with our usual hug and sat on my bed.

“Spill the tea girl” He said, leaning in closer and raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

I just told him everything, Sunghoon’s reaction to my insomnia, what we did, that we slept hugging each other, Jake calling me Sunghoon’s girlfriend while on a call with Sunghoon, Niki’s screams and whined, how I met them and all the game of truth or dare, everything in the most detailed way possible. I also told him that I passed my audition and a big, warm smile formed on his lips. I didn’t tell him about Sunghoon and the cookies, though.

It was now 8pm. Did it really take me this long to tell him everything? Damn. We hugged one last time before he spoke softly “You’re really whipped for him, aren’t you?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“I swear when he smiles I forget how to breathe” I answer and we say bye to each other.

After Sunoo left, I washed up and ate some quick noodles before going straight to bed, tired from the long day that I just lived.

I slept well that night, Sunghoon never leaving my mind as I fell asleep hugging my usual pillow, this time thinking it was him.

For the next four months we just kept hanging out all together and I noticed Sunghoon sticking to me a bit more than usual, but I didn’t really pay attention to that.

It was now December, and I had already prepared Sunghoon’s birthday gift. 2 tickets to go see fireworks on the 10th December. One for him and the other for whoever he wanted to go with. I also had already fantasized about that extra ticket to be given to me, but I knew it would never happen, sadly.

I sat on the bed after practice and checked my phone, my heart beating faster and my breathing coming to a stop at the messages I saw.

CHAPTER 5

The so-long-awaited day arrived, Sunghoon’s birthday party was going to be today at 6pm. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of meeting Heeseung and Jay too as Jungwon had told me they would come. I sat on my bed, thinking about what to wear. My mind soon drifted to something, or more like someone, else.

Sunghoon.

So many questions ran through my mind whenever I heard his name. Should I confess my feelings? Should I not say anything? Should I flirt and try to get him to love me back? Does he love me back just like Sunoo said?

Yes, Sunoo said that Sunghoon probably loves me back. Sunoo said Sunghoon never stops talking about me and that his eyes light up every time he hears my name. Sunoo said that Sunghoon always wants to hang out with me but doesn’t ask that much because of his busy schedule and because he doesn’t want to be a bother for me either.

Sunoo told me so many things about Sunghoon that I started to love him even more.

I shook my head, coming back to my senses. It was already 4pm. Shit.

I ran to the bathroom and took a shower (ofc using the sweetest-smelling soaps I owned) and used my usual, sweet lotion all over my body. I then started looking for the right clothes. I needed something comfortable since I knew Niki was going to drag me all around the house and Jungwon was gonna chase me to tickle me.

I wore some simple, golden jewelry and sprayed some sweet perfume all over, making sure to smell good all night.

I then wore some simple, white sneakers and headed out, making my way to Sunghoon’s dorm.

As I got there, I could hear talking and laughing from inside. I knocked on the door, and as it opened, an elegantly-dressed Sunghoon was staring directly down at me with a small smile.

“Hey Y/Nnnie!” He said, pulling me in a friendly hug. I swear I felt him take a deep breath directly against my neck before whispering a soft “You smell so good, so sweet…”

I shivered at his muttered words before answering his greeting “Hi Hoonie” I said with a small chuckle. As he let me go from the hug, he dragged me all the way to the main area where the party was, in his small living room. As I arrived there, I saw some drinks on the table along with some snacks and plates already placed carefully in front of 8 chairs. I look around until I feel two arms wrapping around me and…

“Y/N JAKE-HYUNG WANTS TO TICKLE ME HELP” Niki screamed in my ear as Jake rushed to us, tickling Niki and making him pull away from me, running towards the bathroom.

I looked around, the walls neatly decorated with some penguin drawings and more pictures, on Sunghoon’s bedside table was resting a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Wait, flowers? Who were they for? I shook those thoughts out of my mind, looking towards the small couch where…

Where Heeseung was chatting with Sunoo. The Lee Heeseung.

“Y/N!!” Sunoo exclaimed and jumped up, rushing towards me and pulling me into a hug. I looked behind him, Heeseung had stood up, walking towards us with his usual flirty-like demeanor.

“Hi Sunnie” I say, reciprocating Sunoo’s hug. I smile as he lets me go, looking back at Heeseung who was now extending his hand towards me.

“Hi, I’m Heeseung” He said, and I gladly took his hand in a polite handshake.

“I’m Y/N” I answer with a smile. I look back as I feel a hand on my shoulder, to be more precise, Sunghoon’s hand.

“Guys, food is ready” He said with a warm smile. It was so warm that it went in contrast with his cold-like features, but they surely created a perfect match.

We all follow him to the table and sit down. I took my place between Sunoo and Jungwon, Sunghoon sitting in front of me. I look towards the kitchen just to see Jay coming with some plates, a wide smile on his face as he hummed to an unknown lullaby stuck in his head.

He immediately put a plate in front of me, I was the first one being served, apparently.

“Ladies first” He said with a wink before speaking again “I’m Jay, but I bet you already know” He said with a smile.

“I’m Y/N and-” My words are cut off by two long whines, one from Sunghoon and the other from Niki.

“The birthday boy should go first!” Sunghoon protested with a cute pout.

“No, the youngest should!” Niki answered with another whine.

Me and Jay looked at each other before laughing. As we calmed down, Jay spoke again. “No, ladies first” He said, winking at me once again.

“Yah Jay stop flirting” Heeseung said from the other side of the table.

Jay side eyed him and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing more food until everyone was served.

And until Niki finally stopped whining.

“This is really good” I say, looking towards Jay and pointing to the stir-fried rice in front of me. “Did you cook it?” I ask, still looking towards Jay. He smiled at me, a satisfied expression on his face as he nodded, silently answering my question.

I noticed Sunghoon staring at him in a stern way, as if he was going to kill him at any moment. I took another bite of my rice and chewed on it happily while Niki kept annoying Heeseung by stealing his rice from his plate.

Dinner time went by rather fast, all between chuckles, Jay’s homemade food and Niki’s whines and jokes.

It was now 9pm and we were all talking and chatting with each other, Niki dragging me all around Sunghoon’s dorm and explaining the backstory of each one of the pictures hanging on his walls.

Sunghoon came to me every once in a while, trying to talk to me, but whenever he said “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Niki dragged me somewhere else. I also noticed Sunoo and Jungwon cheering Sunghoon up and pointing to me while talking with him, but I didn’t really pay attention to that.

When the time to open the presents arrived, Sunghoon sat happily on the center of the small couch while the rest of us sat on the floor or next to him.

The first present was Jake’s, which had gifted Sunghoon a shirt with ‘ice prince’ written on it, then Jay’s, who had gifted him a simple necklace, then Heeseung’s, which was a prada bag, then Niki’s, that was a new game for his nintendo switch (And that kid wrote his name in the wrong way on the card: Kimura Nirisi. It was Heeseung that had to correct him right then and there reminding him that his name was actually Nishimura Riki), then Sunoo’s and Jungwon’s, who both gifted him shirts with two of their pictures on them, and then mine.

I gave him two tickets to go see fireworks. One for himself and one to give to whoever he wanted to go with him.

“Thank you everyone!” He said with a bright smile, adjusting his pointy, birthday hat on his head. We all pulled each other in a group hug, Niki whining that he ‘couldn’t breathe due to Jay’s armpits smelling bad’.

We just chatted for the rest of the evening. Sunghoon tried dragging me to the side a couple times to tell me something, but everytime one of the other members pulled me away from him.

As we were all saying bye to each other, I was the last one to exit. Sunghoon stopped me by the door, holding my wrist in a gentle, yet firm, way.

“I want you to have this,” He said, handing me the extra ticket for the fireworks. “I want to go with you” He added, a soft smile on his face even if I could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes. I took the ticket, putting it into my small bag, nodding softly.

“I’ll be there” I reassure him, flashing him a smile. As I got home, I did my usual night routine, brushing my teeth and doing my skincare before changing into my Pj's and heading to bed.

That night nothing seemed to help me sleep, my melatonin seemed to not even have an effect on me, soft background music didn’t help and not even hugging my pillow helped. I jumped up, fully awake once again, as soon as I heard my phone buzzing repeatedly.

I look over at it, an incoming call from “Sunghoonie ;)”. Sunghoon calling me? Maybe I forgot something there?

I answer, a sleepy “Hi” coming from my lips.

“Hi” He said, he sounded nervous yet sleepy, and god if his voice was hot like that. “I can’t sleep and you came to my mind… Did I wake you up?” He asked, probably knowing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep after talking with so many people not even an hour ago, kept up by the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“No, no, I can’t sleep either, you didn’t wake me up” I answer, laying back down, putting my phone on speaker and setting it down next to me as I snuggle in the soft, fluffy and warm sheets of my bed. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Sleeping is hard when you have so much on your mind” He answered, I could hear the shuffling of his sheets from the other side, probably placing his phone next to himself on speaker like me.The image of him, laying in bed, all snuggly and cute while talking to me on the phone causing goosebumps to raise all over my skin, butterflies dancing elegantly in my stomach.

“Why? What’s on your mind?” I ask, my voice soft and understanding as I hope he won’t notice that part filled with pure, unfiltered love.

“You” He simply said, I felt a sudden rush of warmth run up my neck and my face. I probably looked like a tomato. My heart was beating louder and faster, I felt like I could die right then and there as I held my breath without even noticing, millions of thoughts running through my mind at an inhuman speed.

Probably due to my lack of response, he spoke again “Can we stay on a call while we sleep? Your breathing is relaxing…” He said, I could sense the sleepiness in his words, he was probably falling asleep already, while my heart was beating fast as fuck, my breathing was heavy and his words made me shiver and blush like an idiot.

“Of course” I said, trying to sound stable, as if I wasn’t just kicking my feet on my bed while hiding my face in my hands.

After a couple minutes, I couldn’t hear anything anymore, the only sounds coming from his side were the soft shuffling of the sheets and his soft breathing. The image of him sleeping softly formed in my mind, making my heart swell with love and affection as I laid my head back against the pillow, while having another one there to hug. I wonder what he’s dreaming about, I bet he looks so peaceful in his sleep.

I wrapped my arms around my pillow, of course imagining it being him, all cuddly and warm, and, soothed by his soft breathing which was more like a lullaby to me, while thinking about when we’ll go see the fireworks together, slowly fell asleep with him clouding my mind in the best and sweetest way possible. My own side of the phone call became silent too, the only sounds being my heart beating loudly for him and my soft breathing, along with some casual rustling of my own warm, comforting sheets.

CHAPTER 6

“ After 2 long, tiring, intense and full days passed by, it was finally the so-awaited day of the fireworks. Me and Sunghoon agreed that he would pick me up and we would go there together at 9pm, the show would start at 10. During the day I met up with Sunoo and Jungwon, of course gossipping and talking about how this evening could possibly go. We were sitting in a cute cafe, just talking.

“You know, I saw a bouquet of flowers on Sunghoon’s bedside table” Sunoo started with a small smirk “I think he’s gonna give it to you”

I quickly shook my head, chuckling a little at how stupid his words are. Why would Sunghoon give those flowers to me? I love him, yeah, but he doesn’t feel the same, and I’m sure about that. I quickly denied, shaking my head, a well hidden hint of sadness in my voice, “Nah, I don’t think so”.

“Oh, come on, Y/N!” Jungwon joined in, nudging my shoulder in a comforting manner, as if he was able to sense my sadness, as if he was able to sense how broken and hurt my heart was. “Stop speaking so lowly of yourself! I’m sure Sunghoon might actually like you back!”

“Jungwon, I don’t like him, I fucking love him” I say, turning to him in a dramatic way, trying to lighten the mood up a little. The other two just giggled a bit, and then we changed topic, just simply talking about random shit: From their upcoming comeback to my training and possible debut next year.

When I got home, I felt goosebumps raise all over my skin as I saw the time. 7pm. I rushed to shower, applying that sweet lotion that had become a must, and then changing. I decided to dress up casual yet elegant, adding a cute, silky, black bow to my hair.

I sprayed my now usual sweet perfume before gathering my things, my ticket, my phone, my wallet and some makeup products in case I needed any touch ups. I sat on my couch and waited for Sunghoon to arrive patiently, my heart racing in my chest, goosebumps rising on my skin and a cocktail of emotions cursing through my veins: Anxiety, excitement, happiness and pure, unfiltered love, adoration and affection.

I got snapped back to reality when I heard a knocking sound coming from my front door. I stood up, my knees weak, my hands shaky as they clung to my bag’s handle. I opened the door and there, right behind it, stood a tall, nice yet nervous looking Sunghoon.

Why was he nervous, though?

“Hi” He said, his greeting was shakier and more spent than usual. I couldn’t help but notice how he avoided eye contact, how his free hand clung to the hem of his jacket…

Wait,

Free hand?

Where’s the other one?

It was straight in front of me, holding that same bouquet I saw at his birthday, the same bouquet Sunoo and Jungwon told me about.

So it was actually for me…

He was also holding a letter…

“I’ve never been good at telling people how I feel,” He started, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he handed me the letter and the flowers with a shaky hand. “But you make me want to try”

I flashed him a small, shy smile and he responded with one too, but quickly stopped me when I tried opening the letter. “Wait! I’ll tell you when to open it”

I shrugged lightly and put the letter in my bag and then went out, locking my door. I followed him outside the building and the car, where one of his staff members was. Sunghoon had told me over text that one of the staff members would drive for us.

As we arrived at our destination, the ‘driver’ dropped us down and told us to call him whenever we wanted to go home and also that we deserve to have some fun too.

I walked beside Sunghoon and couldn’t help but notice how his hand twitched whenever I walked too close to him, as if he wanted to touch or grab something. He was probably too shy, though, so I decided to take the lead in this.

“Wanna hold hands?” I asked, offering him my hand with a warm smile, “If it’s not too cheesy, of course” I added with a laugh, and I swear I went straight to heaven when he took my hand with a bright smile and the most beautiful laugh ever.

When we arrived near the lake where the firework show will be at, the security stopped us and asked for our tickets. We both took them out and showed them to the security before making our way past the fences.

We sat down on a bench pretty close to the lake, flowers surrounding us, the stars and moon already shining in the sky, casting a soft glow over his skin, making him look ethereal.

“You know,” He spoke, his voice soft and I could feel the small glint of vulnerability in it despite him seeming more confident now. “You’re like the stars, beautiful to look at, but impossible to catch”

A hurricane of feelings and sensations cursed through my veins at those words: Shivers running down my spine from the cold, my cheeks heating up a bit, the wind through my hair, my heart beating faster, his eyes on me, the nature around us, the soft trickling sound of water coming from the lake, soothing me deeper into this intense feeling of pure, raw, unfiltered love.

“Are you cold?” He asked again, now his cheeks are of a soft shade of pink too. He didn’t give me time to answer and just took his jacket off, draping it over my shoulders, drowning me in his scent and warmth.

“Thank you…” I mumbled in response, too shy to say anything else, overwhelmed by his strong scent filling my lungs, coming from both him and his jacket.

We both look up at the sky when we hear a loud ‘pop’ sound.

The fireworks.

So pretty.

They’re like my love for him, burning and exploding in uncountable little lights of adoration, affection and care.

As they explode, I turn to look at him,

His eyes already piercing holes through my skin,

They meet, our eyes,

We get closer,

And closer,

Impossibly closer,

His breath fanning over my lips, hot and minty, addicting,

His hand caressing my jawline

As our lips meet.

I could taste his cherry chapstick on his lips, the faint mint of his toothpaste, and his unique, intoxicating taste.

He was everywhere, in my mind and heart, tattooed in my soul.

His tongue danced with mine with passion,

Pure,

Raw,

Unfiltered,

LOVE.

His scent was everywhere, filling my lungs and nostrils, his touch causing goosebumps to raise all over my skin.

It all felt so good,

So fucking good,

Intoxicating,

Addicting,

Until…

Until it stopped.

Until we broke the kiss, panting for air.

But the only thing I could breathe was his scent, the only things I could feel were his lips on mine and his touch.

We stared at each other until he broke the eye contact, pointing towards my bag,

“Open the letter” He said, his voice breathless, shaky, I could sense how overwhelmed he was by all these feelings, too.

I took the letter and opened it, my hands shaking, my heart beating loud and fast against my chest, my breath hitching.

“I fell in love with the million things you didn’t know you were doing, your flaws, your imperfections, your mistakes, all of you. Suddenly, all the love songs were about you, and you became the ‘nothing’ I say when people ask me what I’m thinking about. I swear when you smile I forget how to breathe. I have so, so, so much love for you in my heart that it doesn’t fit.

-Sunghoon”

Those were the words written in his letter,

So simple, yet so meaningful.

I looked up at him,

Tears in his eyes, overwhelmed by all those sensations,

Tears in my own,

My hands moving to cup his cheeks, wiping his tears with my thumbs,

“I love you”, I said.

And that’s all he needed to hear,

All he needed to hear to press his lips against mine again,

The fireworks and the rest of the world fading away, us and our newfound love being the only things left in that unforgettable moment.

His tongue exploring my mouth,

His hands on my waist, his thumbs drawing small circles on my sides,

“Fuck, I’m so weak when it comes to you”, He whispered against my mouth.

Butterflies dancing in my stomach, my vision going fuzzy, my heart beating like crazy, our lips dancing together.

He broke the kiss after about a minute and pulled his phone out with shaky hands, calling the staff member that brought us here, telling him to come pick us up.

He then hung up, concentrating on me again, as if I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, dragging me back near the street.

“Sorry, but I really wanna spend more time with you” He said, getting close to me again, his arms wrapping around me again, pulling me flush against him, holding me close, the warmth radiating off him seeping into my skin.

As soon as the (poor) staff member arrived, we hurried in his car. The rest of the car drive was silent except for when our ‘driver’ asked us how it all went, and Sunghoon answered with a confident, steady voice. As if his hand wasn’t caressing my thigh all the time. As if he wasn’t turning to leave a kiss on my neck every couple minutes, as if he wasn��t making me crazy.

As soon as the staff dropped us in front of our building, we rushed inside, running up the stairs and into my dorm.

I had just enough time to lock the door behind us that he was already pinning me to the wall, his lips on mine again, my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Feeling the heart that wasn’t beating just for him anymore, but for me too.

Our lips danced together, his hands traveled from my hips to my waist and back, going upwards ‘till my neck and cheeks.

His lips trailed down my jawline and neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and passion behind them.

His hands moved back to my waist as he broke the kiss to look deep into my eyes.

“I love you, Y/N, so much” He whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“All of you, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, your collarbones, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your chest, your tummy, your hips, your waist, even your fucking legs and thighs, your hair, your scent, your voice, the way you look at me, how much effort and care you put into everything you do, the way you always care about everyone and everything, the way you make sure that everyone feels loved and cherished, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile, the way your cheeks flush whenever you’re shy, the way you always listen to everyone’s problems and give them advice, the way you jump happily whenever someone brings you sweets or just any type of food. And the list goes on, I could go on for seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years even. But the things I love most about you? Your heart and soul. Those are irreplaceable. They’re yours, and I love you.”

I felt tears roll down my cheeks at his words, and he kissed them away with so much care, love and adoration.

That night,

That night he proved me just how much he loved me,

Our bodies became one,

He was gentle, soft,

He made sure I felt good, he made sure I felt loved and cherished, he made sure that I felt adored.

He shared his heart and soul with me, we poured our hearts out to the other,

We let out all those unspoken feeling that were destroying us from the inside,

All those feelings that were sharp and hurtful when they were inside us, but turned out to be as beautiful as those fireworks,

Those fireworks that brought us together,

Those fireworks that I gifted him during his birthday,

Those fireworks that were just like love,

Uncontainable, exploding in millions of lights and sensations,

Those fireworks that were pretty, but never as pretty as him,

Those fireworks that became unforgettable,

Those fireworks that our hearts waited so much to see.

Those fireworks that now represent us,

Our love,

Our feelings,

All the passion we shared,

Our adoration, affection and care towards the other…

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CHAPTER 7

“ Those fireworks that now represent YOU.

That’s how me and your dad met.”

#kpop #fanfictions #enhypen #sunghoon #park sunghoon #fluff #no smut #suggestive #pregnancy #love #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fanfiction #park sunghoon x reader

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sgiandubh · 11 months ago

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Welcome to the shitshow

We have:

A ✈ sighting. No pics.

The MPC live, scarce details. No rings. Spartan decor. Suntan and out of Bonnie Scotland. No further details on destination, which might or might not be the same as the flight. Mark me, I think it is - he is in Gran Canaria and for a very precise reason: keeping his part of the deal and his Onlies on tenterhooks.

C is seen in Marseille, hullaballoo ensues. We pinpoint some coincidental details. I was expecting the shite to hit the fan in 4, 3, 2, 1...

And it did. With both sopranos hinting at the same person, but only one brave (or rather foolish enough) to push a name out there. Disingenuous, to say the least - but oh, how convenient for any given agenda. Because it's too easy, when you give out a name to a thirsty crowd to say: 'well, of course it's because of the shippers! They did this or that (sky is the limit)! They are to blame!' (excuse me?) and 'well, of course they won't say a word, now' (how convenient if the thing does not stick, eventually).

That was, IMHO, a strategic mistake and the petticoat is showing across the pond.

Around the same time, I started to get a different kind of Anon, day after day after day. Very brutal. Foul-mouthed. And...with some intel. I answered the first, but then when things started to 'happen', the coin dropped very quickly that: a) I did hit a nerve and b) someone or some people wanted me to push this particular agenda - remember when...?

For reference:

And then today, just in time for the long, boring, chilly and even snowy (depending on your location) week-end, the bomb dropped and the cargo was juicy:

A name. A woman. A gym. Not one, but three suspicious videos: the one with the leg, the one with the clear voice (unmistakably S!) and the one with the dog (and more S voiceover). How nicely connected. How fucking perfect.

An Airbnb close to the gym. What would a single woman traveler do in a three-bedroom gargantuan villa all by herself, when you are in Winterbird Central with a bajillion other accommodation options, is beyond any logic. So easily and lazily - OMG, date!

Unless...

Unless you conveniently forget some details:

Not one, but three different promos/endorsements, with a discount code to boot - 10% off, how nice!

The one that has been discussed by just about everyone:

The one that provided the discount code for new subscribers: Gymshark, a fitness attire manufacturer (https://eu.gymshark.com/).

And the most important one, hiding behind a humble hashtag: #metcon. Now I don't know you, but I'd rather digress about tea parlors and bookstores, and so had no fucking idea Metcon was, in fact...

Yup. Nike. A very recent model - expensive and sure, in need of immediate product placement/promo:

And so, for tax reasons, she just had to (mandatorily) include the #ad (as in advertisement, lest we'd not have naive Anons again!) hashtag.

Also, this, posted along the short reel with S's voice (but who cared, all 👂were there and only there):

That woman was working. She has, after all, 450k Insta followers. If she and S met at a gym in a winter destination very sought after by Scots should be none of our business. If they met again or have a regular training schedule does not mean they fuck or that we're going to look out for Remarkable Week-end 2.0. If they met in Hyrox GLA - so what? What is this, I beg your pardon, Gilead? People just can't hang out, like ever, I mean men and women?

🙄

But.. but... the gargantuan villa...?

Och. Sure enough, the place is correctly identified. You can check chez Marple. I am not posting it, because I do not want to and by now, I trust just about everyone has seen those pics. But this time, I am not going there. The name of that villa, even, made me laugh like a drain. I mean how more in your face can they be?

Who footed the bill of this rather comfy PR shitshow, reminiscing of Ha-wa-wee, 🐰 and whatever else you could think of? SRH?

Perhaps. But what if Nike did, as a freebie to a very good promoter? They sure can spare the dime and, to be honest, as we speak, there is no sign S and her share anything else than a gym schedule. What tells us with absolute certainty, at least at this moment in time, she is not there with friends, family or even a group of fellow promoters, Avon-style?

Oh, and the world is definitely a handkerchief, especially in GLA, it would seem. Wanna know who also follows her on Insta?

Paul Donnelly. Nope, not the chef. This Paul Donnelly:

The one who literally owes S a shitload of cash. A post that earned me a report (I was just explaining, if I remember correctly, that S would have been wise to legally secure that hefty loan, nothing more).

And now you know what? That post is gone, vanished, poof and I have no idea why. I surely did not take it down, I never do this.

And surely enough, just before I started writing, Filthy Anon came back and warned me there was more (pics, 👅👄) about McFitness. Surely enough, the same info (albeit toned down) was picked up by *urv in her comments' thread, about twenty minutes after Anon dropped by.

Agenda, anyone? God forbid!

You draw your own conclusions. I can only very honestly say:

Welcome to the Shitshow - the Winter Edition!

This page is not going to follow blindly your script, whoever you are. This page simply hopes to cleverly hit a nerve every time it considers necessary. Other than that, big effing deal, really. Ship on.

Sorry for the length. I was never good at summing up.

#fandom #shitshow

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bad268 · 1 year ago

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Plot Twist

Breaking News (Part 5/Final)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: cheating mentioned, toxic parents, overall hella fluffy (HERE is a link to the full playlist if you want to hear them all in a row otherwise each individual song is linked later in the story.)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1655

Chapter Summary: The much-anticipated album drop of 'Plot Twist' by Y/n L/n leads to an unexpected plot twist in the end.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)

<- Previous Part

July 24, 2024

It is release day, October 16. Plot Twist dropped at midnight, and so far, it’s been received very well! Neither of my previous albums had this much attention, so it was honestly shocking seeing my name and album trending on Twitter.

I was busy in the kitchen, eating some lunch, and avoiding looking at the feedback. I knew that I would waste the entire day reading every little critique the fans had. My publicist knew that I would try that, so they were holding my phone hostage as they worked on planning a live stream. It was a tradition at this point; day of release, I would livestream listening to every song and telling the story or answering questions between them.

I was just finishing up my food when I felt one arm around my waist as another stole one of my crisps. “Hey! That’s mine.”

“It’s one, you’ll live,” Max whispered, leaning onto my back to place a kiss on my cheek after he at the chip. “It’s not like you’ll starve.”

“I’ll tell your nutritionist that you ate a pack of crisps,” I joked.

“It was one!” He complained, turning my head to connect our lips in a few small kisses. When we separated, he whispered, “I’ll buy you more if you’re that concerned.”

“Alright lovebirds, I need to steal the singer,” my manager interrupted the moment.

“I’ll be right over,” Max joked.

“Ha ha, Max,” my manager replied sarcastically. “Are you going to be beside them or behind the camera?”

“I’ll stay back,” he answered, already pulling a chair to sit behind the camera that was pointed at the couch. “It’s your moment.”

“Thanks, liefde (love),” I said, taking my spot on the couch. “Let me know when you start it.”

“If you’re ready, I can start it now?” My manager asked, receiving a thumbs up from me as I fixed my appearance one last time. They pointed to me, signaling that I was live, so I smiled and switched on my stage persona.

“Hello everybody!” I greeted, scanning through the messages flying on the screen. “It’s everyone’s favorite day; release day! I’m going to play my new album, Plot Twist, which is available now on all platforms, and answer your questions about each song. Let’s get started with the first single.”

Track 1-Ava

“Everyone knows this backstory, but something you might not know is that Max helped me with the melody on this one too,” I laughed as Max groaned in the background.

“I helped on basically every song. I should get royalties.”

“I think you’ll live, Mr. Third-Most-Paid-Sportsman-Under-25,” I mocked.

“Oh fuck off,” He laughed, moving to play the next song.

Track 2-Seven

“Again, another very popular single, “I chuckled, “Not gonna lie, was almost titled ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’, but Max thought 'Seven' was more ominous.”

“I did not! Stop putting words in my mouth!”

“Denial doesn't look good on you, schat (darling).”

“I’m not in denial,” He opposed. “I just said ‘Seven’ sounded better than ‘Fling’ or ‘Freak Out’.”

Track 3-Bigger Person

“Think we all know who this is directed at,” I sighed with a look directly at the camera, “But actually, it was a combination of the breakup and my personal problems with my family, and this is one of my most vulnerable songs. I’ve been working on it for a long time, and it is one of my favorites on the album. I think I did the idea justice, and I hope some of my fans find comfort in this song.”

Track 4-Flowers

“Flowers is another very close-to-home song. I used to have a huge fear of commitment, and with my ex, the very first thing he did was introduce me to his family by saying he would marry me,” I admitted, remembering the details of the night I met the Leclercs. Now, I have no contact with Charles, but his brothers and Maman still text me every so often. Arthur actually called me to tell me how much he loved the album earlier today. I smiled at the memories before continuing. “That actually didn’t drive me away as it normally would have, so I felt safe and comfortable with him right away. Maybe that’s why I put up with everything for so long. And anytime there was a big fight between us, instead of talking it out and resolving it, he would get me red roses. It was always an apology, and I can’t look at red roses the same anymore.”

“For everyone always asks why I get them carnations, daisies, or dahlias, this is why,” Max spoke up. “I’m the man that treats you right.”

“Yes, yes you do, Maxie,” I laughed, looking over at him. “I love you. Now, next song!”

Track 5-Somebody to You (Acoustic)

“When I realized that I loved Max, I couldn’t get him off my mind at all. I knew I wanted to be someone important to him, but I didn’t want to be overbearing and make him think it was a rebound,” I explained quickly. “However, even as a kid, I knew I would be with him because we were just always close like that.”

“They came to me whenever they needed support, and same for me with them,” Max elaborated, “We were just always close like that.”

Track 6-18

“It started when I told Max that I loved him for the first time at the Austin Grand Prix last year. He responded immediately saying he loved me since we were 18 before either of us actually understood love. It all just flowed from that moment. Max was actually able to help me on some of the lyrics for this song, but I promised I wouldn’t say what verses he wrote apart from the obvious.”

“Apart from the obvious? Really?” He laughed.

“Y’know, if you’re going to be so vocal during the stream, why don’t you just come on camera?” I challenged, knowing he didn’t want to be on the stream, but he was acting too involved for someone who didn’t want to be here.

“I’m fine here, thank you. Onto the next one.”

Track 7-That Part

“This is our story in a song,” I sighed as I made eye contact with Max, him winking at me, causing me to smile and drop my head. “ I jokingly told my friends and family that I would date Max at some point when we were like 8, so the end was kind of a ‘haha told you so’ to everyone who said I was lying. It was actually a surprise to Max, and he didn’t know I was writing this. When I played this for him the first time, he cried, but he loved it. I hear him singing it every so often, sometimes it’s in English and sometimes in Dutch, but either way, it makes me happy that he loves it. It means I did our love story justice.”

Track 8-Eternally Yours

“Max and I wrote this together. We wanted a song for our wedding, so we poured everything we had into this song. I also pulled in my friends, Chris and Ricky, to write with us. Chris and Ricky are masterminds when it comes to writing beautiful melodies with strong meanings, so I knew they would be the perfect people to collaborate with. If you know their band, you’d know that their more heartfelt songs like Fatal and Sinematic were written by these two,” I said, going onto a short tangent about my friends and co-writers. Then I remembered that many of my listeners don’t listen to them so I said, “Shameless plug here, check out their band, Motionless in White if Eternally Yours is your favorite from the album! They’ve got new music coming soon, but you didn’t hear that from me. They’re actually covering this on that album but with a metal twist.”

As soon as I saw the chat explode, I knew I messed up somewhere. I looked at the messages and found one that said, “WEDDING?!” I knew I just outed that we were engaged by accident. “Well, cat’s out of the bag everyone. Max proposed when he heard ‘That Part’ for the first time.”

My manager let out a loud laugh as they read one of the comments. I looked at them skeptically, so they said, “Chat wants Max to reenact his proposal.”

“Say less,” Max joked to himself as he walked from the other side of the camera to kneel in front of me.

“What are you doing? I thought you didn’t want to be on camera,” I laughed, moving my hands to mess with his hair. He started shaking his head to get my hands away from the strands as he pulled out a box.

“I planned this to be a little more romantic than you jokingly messing up my hair,” He chuckled, using his other hand to fix it. “Can’t really back out now with hundreds of thousands of fans watching, now can I?” He reached out to grab my left hand as my free hand to hide my red face. “I think there’s only one thing left to say, wil je mij voor eeuwig de jouwe laten zijn (Well you let me be eternally yours)?”

“Altijd schat (Always darling),” I whispered as I pulled him in for a kiss as he pulled the ring out to place it onto my left ring finger. “That was pretty close to the first time.”

“Minus you messing with my hair, and you cried a lot more the first time,” He chuckled, sitting next to me for the end of the stream.

“At least now I can wear my ring in public,” I said before leaning in to kiss him one last time. I pulled away as my manager announced their presence again, causing us both to laugh. “Ok guys, that’s the stream. We will see you at the next album stream! Bye!”

October 16, 2024

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Fin <3 (unless y’all got ideas for more. I’m open)

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#max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen #charles leclerc #max x reader #charles x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #bad268 breaking news #part 5 #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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ashtheketchum · 8 months ago

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A new family Part 10

A/N: This is the final part of this story! But I'm already working on a few scenarios and other little stories with Daryl! (Pic from Pinterest!)

Warnings: Mention of rape, mention of abuse, mention of death

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

Masterlist!

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PoV (Y/N):

We ran out of the lab until we were at the glass walls that would lead us outside. Again we tried to open those doors, but this time I helped. I took a metal bar and hit the glass. Daryl hit it with an ax, Tdog hit it with a chair, and Shane also hit the glass a few times. But nothing helped. "Rick, I have something that might help…" Carol suddenly shouted. We immediately looked at Carol, who handed Rick a grenade. Rick looked at her quietly for a moment before I ran past him. “Do it now, Rick!” And immediately the police officer at the time responded by placing the grenade there. "Everyone down!" Daryl shouted and we all laid on the floor. I laid over (D/N) and pressed us both firmly to the ground.

After just a few seconds, the grenade exploded and the glass wall shattered. I stayed still for a moment before (D/N) climbed up and pulled me up. “Come on, Mom…!” Before I could react, someone grabbed (D/N) and pulled me up. Daryl held (D/N) tightly against his chest and he brought us both out. Since there were still a lot of walkers out there, he pushed (D/N) into my arms and he cleared a path for us, just like Rick and Shane. We ran as fast as we could to our cars. "Mom, where's Dale!?" I heard (D/N) ask. "I don't know, honey…"

“Ge´ in the car, now!” Daryl shouted and he staggered us towards him. I hesitated for a moment before running over to him and pushing (D/N) inside. I climbed after her, then Daryl and he pushed us both as deep as he could. He lay protectively on top of us when we suddenly heard the huge explosion. The cars jolted and we felt a brief wave of heat before everything became quiet.

When we sat up again, we saw that the entire CDC was engulfed in flames. Black smoke rose into the air and the walkers moved towards the fire. (D/N) also looked out the window before gently shaking my shoulder. "Mom! There are Dale and Andrea!” She then exclaimed with relief. I immediately smiled happy when I saw the two of them running towards us. They got into the RV before Daryl then exhaled loudly and rubbed his face. "We have ta ge´ outta here…" And with those words, Daryl climbed into the driver's seat, I sat between him and (D/N) again.

We drove further and further away from the city before we had to take a break. It was far away from the city, but closer to the forest. Daryl stopped the car before looking at me and (D/N). I stared out the window as (D/N) looked away from Daryl. “Are ya okay…?” He then asked. He no longer seemed aggressive, but more concerned and gentle. But (D/N) didn't want to talk to him, she didn't make a sound. "Yeah… we're just… in shock…" So I answered quietly. "I'm going to Sophia and Carl." (D/N) said suddenly before running out of the car.

She slammed the door and ran to the RV, which was only four meters away. "Hey, don' just run away!" Daryl shouted, but before he could get out I grabbed his arm. (D/N) got into the RV before Daryl then looked at me confused. "You scared her…" I murmured quietly. "Wha´? She should be afraid of tha´ crazy doc, no´ me!” "You hurt her and reminded her of her father! I am her mother and I protect her, even from you!” I then snapped. Daryl looked at me in shock for a moment before looking out again.

There was a brief silence between us, but I hadn't released my grip on his arm. Daryl didn't scream, he wasn't angry, he wasn't annoyed. He was just quiet. "Wha´ do ya mean by tha´? Why did I remind her of her old men?” The archer then asked. I swallowed hard before exhaling loudly. "Your actions at the CDC… the aggressive behavior, the way you pushed her… everything reminded her of her father…" Daryl only now seemed to realize what he had done. He wanted to get out, but I grabbed his other hand. He immediately jumped and looked at me in shock. "Leave her alone for a while… she wants to calm down… it was all too much…" I then asked him.

My eyes looked pleadingly at Daryl and luckily he listened to me. He relaxed for a moment before withdrawing his hands and rubbing them over his face. "Wha´ did her old man do…? Wha´ did he do to ya to make her happy she killed him?” I stayed quiet again. Why did I hesitate? Her father was a terrible person. But somehow I couldn't let go. I kept thinking about him. "Her father… was a terrible person… I… was in the same situation as Carol… we were beaten every day, locked in, not given anything to eat… and he raped me…" I then murmured quietly.

Daryl remained silent, but I could see that he looked a little angrier now. "When the walkers came… he ate our supplies and kept sending us out to find more food…" I now looked Daryl deep in the eyes. But my eyes showed no remorse. Just sadness and fear. "We then left him to the walkers and fled… before he could even follow us, he was torn apart by the walkers. I saw it. And (D/N) heard it…" Daryl looked at me quietly before exhaling loudly. He looked out the car window before looking back at me. "How´d she react?" "Not the way she put it at the CDC…" I couldn't say anything more.

Daryl remained silent before placing his hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer to him. He put my head on his shoulder and kissed my head. "Tha´ sucks…" I had to smile for a moment, Daryl really wasn't good with words. But who could blame him? How else would you have reacted in such a situation? I wouldn't know it myself. "Give her some time… and then apologize… Please…" I murmured quietly before looking up at him.

His blue eyes looked at me uncertainly for a moment before he nodded. "I'll do it…" he just mumbled quietly. I smiled softly before gently pressing my lips to his. The redneck flinched briefly, but then kissed me back gently. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss. When we leaned away, Daryl immediately looked away and I could see a slight blush on his cheeks. "Let's get outta tha´ car and hear wha´ Rick says…" He just mumbled before getting out.

PoV Daryl:

After Rick told us what we were going to do, we went back to the cars. (Y/N) walks up to me and taps me gently. She pulls me a little closer to her and whispers something in my ear. When she was finished, she broke away and then went to Lori and Rick and talked to both of them. I looked after her uncertainly before looking at (D/N), who was sitting with Carl and Sophia. I took a deep breath before I walked up to her and knelt down in front of her. Carl and Sophia looked at me briefly before getting up and walking away. (D/N) stayed still, but looked at the ground.

I cleared my throat briefly before looking away. "Hey... We have ta drive on straigh´ away… you wanna ride the motorcycle with me?" I then asked her. (D/N) looked at me uncertainly for a moment, her gaze briefly went to Merle's motorcycle and then to my face. She tugged at her shirt before looking back down. "I could show ya how fast tha´ motorcycle can go… and maybe I'll show ya a few tricks while huntin´…" I then murmured quietly. Now she looked up again and her eyes sparkled briefly. I gave her a brief, strained smile before she stood up and nodded. "Okay…" She then said quietly.

I stood up again and placed my hand on her head. I ruffled her hair firmly before leading her to the motorcycle. We put it out and I put her on it. "Wait a minute, where do you want to go!?" I suddenly heard someone calling. (D/N) and I watched (Y/N) as she walked towards us and looked at us suspiciously. She also crossed her arms. "Daryl wants to show me how to hunt and we wanted to ride motorcycles." (D/N) then said happily. It was good to hear her happy again.

(Y/N) opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, she looked at me sternly and I pressed my lips into a line. "Ya mean´ I should apologize ta her with things I'm good at…" "I didn't mean anything like that." Her voice was stern and I looked back briefly at (D/N). The little girl looked at me pleadingly before looking down. "Well… okay, we'll go hunt a bit and I'll show ya at another time, ´kay?" I then suggested.

"Good." "Come on!" (Y/N) and (D/N) uttered at the same time. (Y/N) turned around and then went to Dale and Tdog to discuss the next step with them. My gaze stayed on her all the while before I heard (D/N) call my name. "Daryl!" "Hm?" I just grumbled quietly. "Why did you give up so quickly?” She then whimpered loudly. I had to snort in amusement for a moment before I lifted her off the motorcycle and stroked her head. "´Re ya crazy? I’m no´ arguing with yar mom when it’s about yar life.”

Even though (D/N) was pouting, I could see that she had to hold back her laughter. "Wha´?" “You’re a afraid of her.” She then laughed quietly. I hissed briefly before flicking her forehead. "No´ true. I just respect yar mom…" After I said this, I looked back at (Y/N) who was talking to Lori. I had to smile for a moment before I felt (D/N) grin at me. God, I couldn't be mad at either of them, but at the same time I could knock the grins off both of their faces. "…okay, maybe I'm a lil´ scared…but don' tell her anythin´, otherwise she'll allow herself to do too much." I then whispered quietly to (D/N). "I say nothing. Now let’s go hunting!” And with these words she ran towards the forest.

I chuckled briefly before stopping and running after her. "He, kid! Don’ just run awa´ like tha´! Damn it!” I then shouted after her, with my crossbow in my hand.

#daryl #daryl dixon #daryl twd #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #twd #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader

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jrob64 · 10 months ago

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Pet for Rent, Chapter 1/4 (The Meet Cute) A CS Modern AU Story

For those of you who read "Sowing Seeds of Trust", you might remember that my dog Zeke had a starring role in it. To my great heartbreak, he died of cancer last June. When we rescued him, the shelter had named him Ernie, and he will be referenced with that name in this story.

Life without a dog proved to be very lonely, so at the end of August, we rescued another dog. The sad story of the dog in this story is what really happened to our new dog. He was named Norman and we renamed him Winston, just like in the story. That's actually him in the pic set with his 'ducky'.

This was supposed to be a short, sweet story, but somehow turned into 4 chapters. Updates will be once a week.

Special thanks to my beta @hookedmom and also to @beckettj and @zaharadessert for helping me understand the football (soccer) system in England.

SUMMARY: Emma Swan tries to cheer up her heartbroken son by 'renting' a dog from the local animal shelter. When she attempts to do it a second time, she makes a mistake, and realizes the dog has been rented by someone else the same day - a very handsome man named Killian Jones.

RATING: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

WORDS: 7754

ALSO POSTED TO A03 & FFN

Story begins under the cut

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Emma Swan flopped down onto her sofa with a sigh. Since their beloved dog Ernie died three weeks ago, she had come to dread her eight-year-old son Henry’s bedtime. Every night when he said his prayers, he ended with, “God, please tell Ernie I love him and miss him, and please send me another dog. Amen.”

Her son knew the chances of getting a dog were slim to none because of his soccer practices and games, and Emma’s schedule for her new job at the sheriff’s station. They had no time to train a puppy.

Understanding why he couldn’t have a dog didn’t make his heart hurt any less. Her heart was just as broken, knowing the sadness and loneliness Henry was experiencing.

After decompressing for a few minutes, Emma’s searching hand located her phone on the end table. She unlocked it and opened her Discord app, selecting the icon representing the parents’ group of Henry’s second grade class. Sitting up a little straighter, she typed a message: Does anyone have ideas of how to help Henry get over the loss of his dog? He keeps praying for a new one, but it wouldn’t be fair to the dog to get one with our busy schedule.

She watched the screen intently for a couple of minutes, but when no names appeared to show that someone was answering, she tossed the phone onto the couch and went into the kitchen to load the dishwasher.

Forty minutes later, after cleaning up the kitchen, going through her nightly routine and changing into her pajamas, she went back into the living room. Television held no interest for her, and realizing she finished her last library book the previous evening, she picked up her phone to mindlessly play a game. Upon unlocking it, her screen opened to the Discord page and she saw three replies to her question.

The first two simply expressed sympathy for the loss of Ernie, but the third one offered a helpful suggestion. Have you thought about ‘renting’ a dog for a day? The animal shelter just outside of town offers that option. We did it for my mother when her Maltese died. The post ended with the web address for the shelter.

Emma immediately pulled up the site and, after searching the homepage, clicked on the tab for ‘services’. Scrolling down the list, she saw ‘Rent-a-Pet’ and selected it. As she read the description of how the program worked, she idly twisted strands of blonde hair around her index finger.

It sounded like a great compromise for their situation. For a donation to the shelter in the form of money, bags of pet food, treats or toys, one of the available animals could come home with them for several hours. The dogs and cats were guaranteed to be docile and house-trained, and could be adopted by the ‘renter’, if desired.

Clicking on the link taking her to the bios of the pets currently housed at the shelter, she filtered it to include only canines. Pictures of nearly two dozen dogs filled the screen, each more adorable and aww-worthy than the last.

Quickly ruling out any that were guaranteed to shed fur all over her house or were bigger than her son, her search was narrowed to nine prospects. She knew her rambunctious son would be keen to play outside with the dog and walk him or her to Storybrooke’s dog park, so a tiny fru-fru pup was out of the question, too. That left six.

She selected one at a time, reading about their breed and temperament. When she brought up the picture of the fourth candidate, the big, chocolate brown eyes and happy expression nearly made her heart melt.

‘Norman’ was a mixed breed and very little was known about him, because he was found tied to a stop sign in the middle of Portland, Maine. He was guessed to be a cocker spaniel mix and was approximately 1-2 years old. His black fur looked sleek and Emma knew he probably wouldn’t shed. A short video showed him romping and playing with another dog in the fenced play yard of the shelter.

Saving the page, she brought up the calendar on her phone and checked their schedule for the rest of the week. Henry had an early soccer game on Saturday, which would be over by 10:30, leaving the rest of the morning and afternoon free. Switching back to the shelter website, she hit the ‘Rent-a-Pet’ button again and began filling in the information, selecting ‘Norman’ when it gave her the choice of animals.

She decided not to tell Henry about the plan, opting to surprise him with it instead.

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“Great game, kid,” Emma complimented her son, ruffling his sweaty hair. “Your pass to Avery was a nice assist. That goal turned out to be the game winner.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Henry grinned around his mouthful of granola bar. “That’s the first time all season we beat the orange team.”

“I know, and I think that calls for a celebration, don’t you?” Emma fished her car keys out of her jeans pocket, before picking up her lawn chair and water bottle.

“Are we gonna get ice cream?” he asked, before cramming the rest of his snack into his mouth.

“You just ate a granola bar and a banana, and lunch will be in just an hour or so,” she laughed. “I have something else in mind.”

“Whaisit?” he queried, the unswallowed food muffling his voice.

“Well, I know how much you miss Ernie, and Violet’s mom told me about a program at the animal shelter that lets you rent a pet for a few hours,” she answered slowly, watching his reaction out of the corner of her eye. “So, I signed up to get a dog for you to play with until three o’clock this afternoon.”

Henry stopped in his tracks, swallowing down the rest of his snack as his eyes grew wide. “Really? You can do that?”

“Yeah, we’re scheduled to pick him up at eleven. What do you think about that?”

His exuberant shout of joy and sprint to the car was all the answer she needed.

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Emma couldn’t keep up with her son once he unstrapped his safety belt, exited the car and bounded toward the front door of the shelter. He was already ringing the little bell on the counter for service before she made it inside and chided him lightly for not waiting for her.

A tall, broad-shouldered man with sandy hair and light blue eyes entered through a door, the barking of dogs stifled when it clicked shut behind him. He gave them a dazzling smile and greeted them warmly with a hearty ‘good morning’.

Emma reached forward to shake his hand. “Hi, I’m Emma Swan and this is my son, Henry.”

“David Nolan,” he responded, shaking her hand, then doing the same with Henry.

“My teacher’s name is Mrs. Nolan, the same as yours,” the boy told him.

“You wouldn’t happen to be in second grade at Storybrooke Elementary, would you?” David asked.

“Yeah,” Henry confirmed.

“Ah, well, that means your teacher is my wife!”

“Wow, cool!” Henry exclaimed. “She’s the best teacher I ever had!”

David’s grin grew even wider. “That’s good to hear. She tells me all about her students every evening and she thinks yours is the best class she’s ever had!”

“It’s quite a coincidence, meeting you here,” Emma commented with a smile.

“I’ll be sure to tell Mary Margaret I met the two of you. Now, what can I do for you today?”

Emma pulled her phone out of her purse, unlocked it, and tapped on the screen a few times. Then she laid it on the counter and turned it to show David. “I signed up for the Rent-a-Pet program. Here’s the email with my confirmation.”

David peered down at the screen and used his finger to scroll down a bit. “I see you chose Norman,” he commented, looking up at her.

“Um, yeah. Is he a good dog? I don’t want any messes in my house or car.”

“He’s a great dog,” he assured her, reaching back to the wall behind him to lift a leash off of a hook. “Gets along well with other dogs, seems to love kids, and is generally a very happy little guy.”

Henry bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. “Can we take him to the dog park? Ernie always loved going to the dog park.” His countenance dropped, a small cloud of sadness passing across his features.

David shared an understanding look with Emma. “Of course you can take him. I’m sure he will love it! Would you like to come back with me to get him?”

The boy turned to look at his mother. “Can I?”

“Sure, kid. I think I’ll come back, too, if Mr. Nolan doesn’t mind.”

“The more, the merrier,” David said cheerfully.

He waited until they joined him on the other side of the counter, then opened the door to the large room full of animal cages. Immediately, the sound of barking, howling and meows filled their ears.

“They get very excited when they know someone is coming back here. I think the animals closest to the door are spies and tell the others,” David joked, raising his voice to be heard over the din.

Emma walked behind Henry, watching him turn his head left and right to peer at the occupants of all of the pens.

“Aw, Mom, look at that little puppy! He’s so cute! Aw, that dog seems sad. I bet he doesn’t like being in a cage. Look Mom, they have cats here, too.” His litany was continuous as they slowly walked down the aisle between the enclosures.

Finally, David stopped in front of a pen and turned to them, gesturing toward the dog inside. “This is Norman. He has a sad story, but he’s kept his sweet temperament, haven’t you, boy?”

As if in answer, the black dog stood up, his tail starting to wag as he realized the man was talking about him. Henry dropped to his knees in front of the cage, placing his hands against the wire. “Hi, Norman! My name is Henry. Would you like to come home with us for a little while?” The dog’s tail was wagging so fast, his entire body wiggled. “I think he understands me, Mom!” Henry said excitedly.

As David slipped inside the pen to clip the leash to Norman’s collar, Emma asked, “Has he ever been rented before?”

“Several times,” David answered, straightening up once he had the leash attached. “He’s always done really well.” Opening the door of the kennel again, he allowed the dog to go ahead of him, out to where the boy still knelt.

“Hi, boy,” Henry crooned, running his hands over the dog’s head.

Emma bent down and stroked the sleek fur on Norman’s back and sides. “He’s so soft,” she commented.

“He appears to have the coat of a cocker spaniel,” David said, “but he’s definitely a mixed breed.” He watched the boy and dog interact for a few seconds before holding out the looped end of the leash. “Would you like to lead him out to the lobby, Henry?”

He looked up at Emma with hopeful eyes. “Is that okay, Mom?”

“How is he on a leash?” she asked David. “He won’t pull my kid’s arm out of the socket, will he?”

David laughed. “He does fairly well, but if he gets excited, he can get pretty rambunctious. He’ll be fine just going to the lobby, but you might have to walk him out to your car instead of Henry.”

“Sounds like a deal, kid,” she said, giving him a nod of approval.

Henry eagerly accepted the leash and started off down the aisle. “Come on, Norman. Come on, boy. You’re gonna like it at our house. We still have some of Ernie’s toys and balls.”

Emma and David trailed behind. “How long ago did you lose your dog?” he asked.

“Almost a month and Henry is really struggling with it. He and Ernie were best buds.”

“I’m sorry. That’s rough, especially for a kid.”

“And his mom,” Emma added. “I never realized how much I loved that dog, until he got sick and I knew we were going to lose him.”

“Hopefully, Norman will give you both a few hours of enjoyment and help ease the heartache a bit,” David said, before hurrying forward to pull the door open for Henry and the dog.

While David printed off the paperwork, Norman sniffed around Henry, who sat cross-legged on the floor, giggling when the dog licked his ears. “Ernie used to do that too, remember, Mom?”

Emma smiled down at him. “Yeah, you must have very tasty ears. Maybe you should start washing them better.”

“I won’t need to, after Norman washes them!”

She turned back to finish signing the papers. “It’s nice to hear him laughing again. He hasn’t done much of that lately,” she confided to David.

“I think this will be good for both of you and Norman. He really likes being around people. I’m very surprised he hasn’t been adopted yet.”

“Do you think there’s a reason for that?”

David shrugged. “This tends to be a slow time of the year for adoptions. Summer is over and school is back in session, so people don’t have as much time to welcome a new dog into their house.”

“That’s the boat we’re in right now,” Emma commented.

“Once it gets closer to Christmas, people will come in looking for pets to give as gifts. That’s good, but also bad, because about a quarter of them are brought back when they realize a pet is more work than they anticipated.”

“We got Ernie from the shelter when Henry was two. He was already five years old, house-trained and had all of the annoying puppy behaviors out of his system.”

“Most people want puppies instead of adult dogs, but there are a lot of advantages to getting an older dog.”

“Norman doesn’t seem to be very old.”

“I’d say at least two, but he’s pretty chill. Once he runs out of energy, he becomes a couch potato.” David collected the paperwork and tapped it on the counter to straighten it. “Well, that’s all I need from you. Norman is yours until three o’clock.”

“Yay!” Henry shouted, causing the dog to start barking.

Emma reached down to take the leash. “Don’t get him all riled up right before we put him in the car, kid.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Henry apologized. “I just can’t wait to get him home! Can he sit in the back with me?”

“Sure, but first you need to thank Mr. Nolan.”

Henry popped up from the floor and looked back at David. “Thanks, Mr. Nolan! I’ll take good care of Norman, I promise!”

“My pleasure, Henry. Have fun!” David grinned.

Mother and son exited the building, with Norman leading the way, tugging excitedly on the leash. “Slow down, pup,” Emma laughed.

Henry ran ahead to open the door of the yellow Volkswagen Beetle, sliding the front seat forward and clambering into the back. As soon as Norman reached the car, he hopped in and sat on the seat beside Henry like he’d done it every day of his life.

“Well, that was easy,” Emma commented, removing the loop of the leash from her wrist and tossing it beside the dog. After closing the door, she circled around behind the car to get into the driver’s seat. She looked into the rearview mirror and choked up at the sight meeting her eyes. Henry had his arms wrapped around Norman’s neck with his eyes closed and his head resting against the dog’s.

Emma was sure the time with Norman was going to be good for both boy and dog, but she couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when it came time to bring him back to the shelter.

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Emma was barely able to get Henry to eat when they got home, and had to reprimand him for sneaking Norman bits of his sandwich. The dog, for his part, sat politely while they ate, not begging or whining. She was impressed with his behavior, remembering how she had to break Ernie from begging at the table when they first adopted him.

Henry and Norman bonded quickly as they chased each other around the small backyard, playing with a tennis ball and squeaky toys from Ernie’s toy basket. Emma sat on their small patio, thoroughly enjoying the sounds of happy barking and her son’s laughter. She pulled out her phone and took a picture, posting it to the Discord group and tagging Violet’s mom to thank her for the idea of renting a pet.

Just after two o’clock, Emma suggested taking Norman to the dog park before going back to the shelter. They played there for forty minutes, then the three of them returned home and piled back into the car. Once again, she caught sight in the mirror of her son hugging the dog and sighed, but instead of dreading Norman’s return, she decided to enjoy every minute of happiness it was bringing to Henry…and herself.

Their time with the dog was over all too soon. After Emma parked the car at the shelter, Henry got out of the car and trudged to the door with the leash gripped tightly in his hand. Norman seemed to sense the boy’s mood and walked slowly beside him, his head hanging low.

David was at the desk to greet them again, an understanding look at his face at the dejected look of all three of them. “Was he good for you?” he asked.

“He was great,” Emma answered, rubbing her hand soothingly over her son’s back. “Wasn’t he, kid?”

“Yeah,” Henry quietly agreed, his eyes trained on the floor.

“You know, you’re welcome to rent Norman, or any of our other dogs, anytime you want,” David said.

Henry looked up. “But what if someone adopts him?”

“Well, that would be a good thing for Norman,” Emma reminded him.

“I guess,” Henry sighed. He knelt down beside the dog, wrapping him up in another hug. “I’ll miss you, boy, but maybe I’ll see you again.” The dog licked his cheek, eliciting a small giggle. Then Henry stood and held the leash out to David. “Thank you, Mr. Nolan. I had a lot of fun with Norman.”

“I’m happy to hear it,” David said, accepting the leash and moving around the counter. Patting the dog on the head, he added, “I hope we’ll see you again, soon.”

Henry turned pleading eyes to his mother. “Can we do it again next weekend, Mom?”

“You have Avery’s birthday party next Saturday, remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” Henry nodded, then bit his lip in contemplation. “The next weekend, then?”

Emma laughed. “We’ll see.” She leaned down to pet the dog’s head. “Be a good boy, Norman. You’re welcome at our house anytime.”

After saying their goodbyes, they watched David take the dog toward the door leading to the back. Norman turned and gave them a sad look before following the shelter worker through it, tearing at Emma’s heart even more.

She swallowed hard and said, “Come on, kid. Let’s go home.”

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The sadness soon wore off and for the next several days, Henry talked almost incessantly about all of the fun he had with Norman. Emma checked their schedule and saw that Henry had another early game three weeks later, which would be the last game of the soccer season. She relayed that news to Henry, asking him if he wanted to rent Norman again that day, and was answered with a very enthusiastic ‘YES!’

She nearly forgot to make the reservation, only remembering three days before, while waiting to pick Henry up from practice. Quickly, she pulled up the website and filled out the form, glancing up often to see if Henry was coming off the field because she always liked to meet him as soon as he did, instead of waiting for him in the car.

Emma was especially glad they decided to rent Norman Saturday, since Henry’s soccer team lost their final game by one goal. His downcast look was soon replaced with excitement when she reminded him that they would be going to the shelter.

When they arrived, he bounded out of the car and waited impatiently for his mom to join him, before practically sprinting to the door. It took a couple of minutes before David emerged from the back, beaming a smile when he saw them waiting at the counter.

“Henry! Emma! I’m very happy to see you again!”

“We’re here to get Norman,” Henry said excitedly.

A puzzled look crossed David’s face. “I’m sorry, but Norman is already being rented by somebody else today,” he informed them.

“What?” Henry asked, a slight tremor in his voice. Then he turned to Emma. “But Mom, you said we would be getting Norman.”

Emma was already pulling the email up on her phone. “There must be some mistake, Mr. Nolan. I reserved Norman when I filled out the form. See?”

She turned her phone for the worker to see it. David looked at it carefully, then pointed to the screen. “It looks like you didn’t ask for a specific dog.”

“I didn’t?” she questioned, then looked at her phone more closely, her heart dropping when she saw the blank space beside the ‘requested animal’ inquiry. “Oh, Henry. I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry when I filled it out and I must have missed that question.”

“We have several other dogs,” David consoled. “I’m sure you’ll have just as much fun with one of them.”

“No I won’t,” Henry pouted. “I only want Norman.”

“Henry…” Emma started, but was interrupted when the door behind her opened.

“Good morning, Dave,” said a deep voice with a distinctive British accent.

Emma turned to see the newcomer and nearly swallowed her tongue. The man standing before her had to be a mirage, because surely someone that handsome didn’t really exist. He had a lean physique clad in dark jeans and a maroon henley, with a tantalizing view of chest hair peeking out of the unbuttoned neckline. A black leather jacket completed his ensemble. His chiseled jawline was covered with a pleasing amount of scruff and his dark, windblown hair was falling over his forehead. He sported a wide grin and, between that and his deep blue eyes, Emma was mesmerized.

She was suddenly very aware of her own appearance. Henry’s early game meant she had thrown on a pair of sweatpants, donned an old hoodie and stuffed a beanie over her barely brushed hair that morning. Her face was free of makeup, unless you counted a few stray flecks of mascara that stubbornly refused to come off when she washed her face the previous evening.

“Hey, Killian,” David greeted.

The man’s - Killian’s - eyes had settled on Emma, a glint of curiosity evident in them.

“Oh, um, come on Henry,” she said, after several moments of silence. “Let’s get out of this man’s way.”

“But Mommmm…” he whined.

Emma put her hand on his shoulder and guided him away from the counter. “We’ll figure something out, kid.”

“I’m in no hurry, Miss,” Killian began.

“No, it’s okay,” she hurried to assure him. “I’m afraid I created a problem that might take a while to straighten out, so please, go ahead.”

“In that case, thank you very much,” he smiled. Turning his eyes to David, he asked, “Is Winston ready?”

Emma was surprised to see the genial shelter worker furrow his brow at the other man. “Why do you insist on calling him that?”

Killian shrugged. “He looks like a Winston to me, and he answers to that name when he’s at my house.”

David glanced at Emma and Henry and opened his mouth to say something, but apparently changed his mind. Grabbing a leash off of a hook, he said, “Give me a minute,” then he pushed the door open and disappeared into the back.

“Are you adopting a dog today?” Henry asked Killian.

“Alas, no. I just moved into a small apartment here three months ago and am still trying to get everything organized and put away. Being in a new town has been a bit lonely at times, so I’ve been coming here now and then to borrow a dog for a few hours.”

“That’s why we’re here, but somebody is taking the dog I want,” Henry grumbled.

“Henry, that’s enough,” Emma reprimanded. “You haven’t even looked at any of the other dogs.”

“None of them will be as good as Norman.”

Killian’s brows raised. “Did you say Nor-”

Just then, the door behind the counter opened and David came through, trying to control a very excited dog.

“Norman!” Henry cheered, dropping to his knees. The dog started jumping toward him, wildly licking his face as soon as he reached the boy.

“I thought you said he was already rented today,” Emma questioned David.

“He is,” he replied, looking pointedly at Killian.

Emma followed his gaze and saw the other man watching the interaction between Henry and the dog with a sheepish look on his face. The pieces began to click together and she asked, “Wait a minute - is Norman the dog you’re renting today?”

“Aye,” Killian confirmed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Looks like we’re here for the same dog.”

“But you called him by another name,” Emma continued.

“He’s the dog I’ve rented every time and he just doesn’t seem like a Norman to me, so I started calling him Winston,” Killian explained.

All three adults stood looking at the whirlwind of fur jumping all over Henry, who was giggling so much, he could hardly catch his breath.

Finally, Killian spoke. “It seems as though Win-, I mean, Norman, has made his choice. Please let Henry and…his mother have the dog today, Dave.”

“Emma,” she informed him. “My name is Emma Swan, and you don’t have to do that. You had him reserved first. Besides, Henry needs to learn he can’t always have his way.”

“I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my time with the dog, knowing how sad it would make Henry,” Killian responded. He took a step forward and offered Emma his hand to shake. “I’m Killian Jones, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emma.”

As they shook hands, David cleared his throat. “Um, I have an idea of how to work this out. It’s a nice day, so why don’t all of you take Norman to the dog park together?”

Emma and Killian both whipped their heads around to stare at him. He seemed to shrink back a bit before stammering, “I mean, that way you could all spend time with him and get to know each other at the same time. You’ve been saying you’d like to meet more people in Storybrooke, Killian, and that’s where Henry and Emma live.” Looking at Emma, he added, “I’ve gotten to know Killian pretty well because he sings in the church choir with me and Mary Margaret. He’s a good guy.”

Emma slowly turned her eyes back to the very handsome man whose hand she suddenly realized she was still holding. She dropped it quickly, as she felt a blush heating her cheeks. Then she looked at Henry, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with Norman sprawled across his lap. He was looking up at her with hope in his eyes.

Meeting Killian’s gaze once again, she asked, “What do you think?”

“I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position, Emma.”

“You wouldn’t have to go all the way back into Storybrooke,” David said. “There’s a small dog park at the end of the walking path, where a lot of people take dogs they’re thinking of adopting.”

“Please, Mom?” Henry pleaded. “Norman would like that, wouldn’t you, boy?”

Emma took a look at the pair and groaned, “It’s bad enough when you use the puppy dog eyes on me, kid. Now you’ve got the dog doing it, too.”

Killian chuckled lowly, the sound of it making Emma’s stomach flip in a very pleasant way. “I would hate to disappoint the two of them, so I’m game if you are, lass.”

Emma chewed her lip in contemplation for a few seconds, before saying, “Okay, but on one condition - you let me pay half of the rental fee.”

“I already paid the fee online,” Killian said.

“So did I, so I guess that takes care of that.”

“Not really,” David said. “You both paid, but you’re only renting one dog. I should reimburse each of you half of the fee.”

“Keep it,” Emma and Killian answered at the same time, then both laughed.

“The shelter can always use a little extra money, can’t it, Mr. Nolan?” Emma asked.

“Please call me David. And of course we can, if you’re both sure you don’t mind.”

As soon as they affirmed their answer, David walked around the counter and picked up the end of the leash. Handing it to Emma, he said, “In that case, Norman-slash-Winston is yours for the next four hours. You can bring him back sooner, if you like, but I’m sure he’s going to love getting out for a while. Oh, and if you get hungry, there’s usually a couple of food trucks near the dog park on Saturdays. Have fun!”

Emma and Killian thanked him, then went out the door with Norman straining at the leash, and Henry skipping along beside him. They quickly found the sign marking the path and started walking it.

After several paces, Killian turned to Emma and asked, “Is it me, or do you feel like David just set us up?”

“One hundred percent,” Emma laughed.

“How long have you known him?”

“David?” she questioned. At his hum of affirmation, she said, “Henry and I rented Norman three weeks ago and that was the first time I met him. David, I mean, not Norman. Well, it was the first time we met Norman, too. His wife is Henry’s teacher. Again, I mean she’s David’s wife, not Norman’s.” She knew she was rambling, but the thought of spending several hours with the gorgeous stranger was making her nervous.

Killian laughed. “That’s a relief. I borrowed Win-, uh, Norman three times and he never once mentioned being married.”

It was Emma’s turn to laugh - mostly because what he said was funny, but also in relief that he responded to her embarrassing prattling with humor, instead of judgment.

“So, if Dave just met you, he probably doesn’t even know if you’re married or dating anyone. That was a little presumptuous of him.”

“Are you fishing for information, Mr. Jones?” Emma teased.

“Killian will do,” he grinned. “And…perhaps?”

Before she could answer, Henry ran back to join them. “Can I take Norman, Mom? He’s walking really well on the leash, so I don’t think he’ll yank my arm out of the socket.”

She looked at Killian, who raised an eyebrow with a bemused look on his face.

“That’s something I said when we picked Norman up the last time,” she explained. Handing the loop of the leash to Henry, she said, “Don’t get too far ahead of us, kid.”

“We won’t,” he tossed over his shoulder.

Emma turned her attention back to the man beside her. “To answer your non-question Killian, no, I am not married or dating anyone. It’s just Henry and me, and always has been. When I told his father I thought I might be pregnant, he didn’t even stick around long enough to find out if I was or not.”

Killian absorbed this news for a few moments before responding, “If you don’t mind me saying, it sounds as if the two of you might be better off without someone like that, anyway.”

“Oh, definitely. Henry is more mature at eight than his sperm donor was as an adult. I was young and foolish, but I had to grow up fast once I became a single mother.” She watched her son trying to get Norman to walk beside him, then turned to look at Killian. “Sorry, that is a lot more information than I’m sure you wanted to know.”

“No need to apologize, Emma. I did ask, in a roundabout way.”

“So what’s your story? Did you move here from England, or am I misreading your accent?”

“You got it right,” he chuckled, then took a deep breath. “There was nothing left for me in England. My brother moved here soon after our mother died two years ago, and once I found out my girlfriend was actually a married woman, I needed a fresh start.”

“Ouch,” Emma commented.

“Aye, and now I’ve probably shared more than you wanted to know.”

“We’ll call it even, and promise to talk about much lighter subjects for the rest of the day,” Emma said.

“Deal.”

“You said your brother moved here. Does that mean he lives in Storybrooke?”

“Aye, he followed his heart and it led him straight to this quaint little town.”

“Who does he date, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“He’s engaged to the town librarian, Belle French.”

“Liam is your brother? I guess I should have figured that out since your last name is Jones.”

“It’s a very common name, lass. Yes, Liam is my brother. I gather you know him?”

“Belle is one of my best friends, so I know him through her. She used to babysit for Henry quite often, when I was a waitress at Granny’s.”

“Ah, the famous Granny’s Diner!” Killian exclaimed. “I visit that establishment frequently. She makes the best lasagna.”

“I think you meant to say the best grilled cheese and onion rings,” Emma grinned mischieviously.

“I’ve yet to try those particular delicacies,” he smirked.

“Try them,” she advised. “I guarantee you’ll love them.”

Looking ahead, they saw they were nearing the dog park and picked up their pace. They caught up with Henry and Norman just before reaching the entrance. There were about a half-dozen dogs running around the park, some loose and others on leashes.

“I think it would be a good idea for Mr. Jones to take Norman before we go in,” Emma told Henry. “He’ll be able to control him better if he gets too excited.”

“Okay,” Henry said, willingly handing over the leash.

“Thanks, lad,” Killian smiled.

Henry went through the first gate, holding it open for his mom, followed by Killian and Norman. When they were all in the buffer zone, Henry opened the next gate leading into the main part of the park.

“You’re raising quite the gentleman, Emma,” Killian commented, after he entered with the dog.

“He has his moments.”

They all watched Norman as he began sniffing around excitedly, then pulling on the leash when he noticed the other canines sharing his space. He nearly yanked Killian off of his feet with his enthusiasm to meet new friends.

The next twenty minutes were spent chasing the dog and trying to settle him down. After a few of the other owners left with their animals, Henry found a tennis ball and engaged Norman in a game of fetch. The adults sat on a bench to observe the pair, laughing at the clumsiness of the dog.

Emma noticed Killian rubbing his shoulder. “Alright there, Jones?”

“I think he might have pulled my arm out of the socket, Swan,” he quipped.

“Very funny, smart guy,” she said, making him laugh again. They watched for a few more minutes before Emma asked, “Do you have a job in Storybrooke? I started working at the sheriff’s station three months ago and I don’t remember seeing you around town.”

“I’m an architect. I was able to keep my job with the firm in England by working online and attending meetings with clients and my colleagues via Zoom. All of my time is spent in my office at home. It’s not ideal, but I appreciate my boss being willing to make concessions for me.”

“Do you plan to get a job here eventually?”

“Aye, if I decide to stay.”

“You don’t sound very sure.”

“I’m used to the hustle and bustle of a big city. Living in Storybrooke has been quite an adjustment.”

“I get that. We moved here from Boston when Henry was two. Granny’s granddaughter, Ruby, was our neighbor there, and when she decided to move back, she talked me into coming with her. At first, I had a hard time getting used to the peace and quiet. That was one reason why I adopted Ernie - just to have a little more noise in the house.”

“Ernie?” Killian questioned.

“Oh, he was our dog. We had him for six years, but he died a couple of months ago.” She pulled her phone out of the pouch of her hoodie and swiped to reveal her lock screen. “This is a picture of Henry with him.”

“Beautiful animal,” Killian commented sincerely, taking in the photo of the brown and white spaniel. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks,” Emma sighed, locking her phone and returning it to the pocket. “Henry grew up with him and he’s had a really hard time with it. Someone suggested renting a pet from the shelter to help him work through it, and that’s how we ended up renting Norman.”

“They seem to really like each other.”

“Yeah, they got along great the first time. That’s why I signed up to get him again, but I was in a hurry when I filled out the form and forgot to ask for a specific dog.”

“Ah, that explains the mix-up,” Killian remarked.

Another half hour passed while they chatted easily, until Henry came over and flopped down on the ground, quickly joined by Norman. “I’m hungry, Mom. Can we get something to eat?”

“Sure, kid. Put Norman back on his leash and we’ll go find those food trucks Mr. Nolan mentioned.”

They soon located the food trucks just down the sidewalk from the park. After discussing their options, they decided to get pulled pork sandwiches from the barbeque place. It was obvious that people who took their pets to the dog park frequented the food trucks, because each one had bowls of water set out in front of them and containers of dog biscuits on their condiment tables.

While they waited for their food, Henry tried to teach Norman to sit, rewarding him with pieces of the biscuits when he obeyed.

“He’s very good with him,” Killian noted.

“He prays for another dog every night, but our schedule is so busy right now. Plus, it’s such a big responsibility and I’m not sure Henry is ready for it. I might be wrong about that though, seeing how he is with Norman.”

After eating, they followed the sidewalk a little further and spotted a playground. Emma and Killian sat on a bench, with Norman sitting between them as they watched Henry play on the equipment.

“You know, we’ve lived in Storybrooke for six years and I never knew this playground existed,” Emma commented. “We don’t come this way very often, because whenever we go out of town, we take the road going south.”

“It appears to be fairly new,” Killian observed. “Perhaps they constructed it when they built those apartments over there, because they don’t look like they’ve been there very long.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I remember when they were being constructed a couple of years after we moved here, which means they’re less than five years old.”

They lost sight of Henry for a few seconds when he climbed a ladder up into a tower. Suddenly they heard him shout, “Hey, Mom! Look what I found!” and saw him coming down a twisting slide with his arms over his head, clutching a tattered looking soccer ball.

He landed at the bottom and came running over to them. “Someone must have forgotten this at the top of the tower. Wanna kick it around with me?”

“Sure, kid,” Emma answered, hopping up from the bench. “It looks a bit deflated. Are you sure it’s even going to roll?”

“It’ll be fine,” he assured her. Placing it on the ground, he gave it a kick and watched it roll across the grass. “See?”

A black streak flew past him, with Killian following close behind shouting, “Wins-, I mean, Norman! Come back here!”

The dog ignored him, but stopped when he got to the soccer ball. He was trying to pick it up in his mouth when the three humans reached him. Killian was able to kick it away from him, directly to Emma, who stopped it with her foot, then booted it over to Henry. Norman ran from one to the other, in hot pursuit of the elusive ball.

The ‘keep away’ game kept them entertained for a long time. They ran, shouting instructions to each other and laughing until all of them were completely out of breath. Norman was able to intercept some of their passes, but they always managed to get it away from him before he was able to pick it up and run off.

Finally, Emma declared that she had to take a break. Picking up Norman’s leash, she said, “I think we should take him back to the food trucks to get a drink and buy a couple of bottles of water.”

“Aww, Mom,” Henry complained. “I’m not ready to go yet. Can’t I stay here? Killian will stay with me, won’t you, Killian?”

“First of all, you should call him Mr. Jones, and secondly, you’re putting him on the spot, which isn’t cool,” Emma admonished.

Henry looked appropriately chagrined. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jones.”

“Thank you, Henry, but if I may be so bold, I don’t mind you calling me Killian. That is, if it’s okay with your mother.”

Henry looked to his mom, who considered for a few seconds, then gave him a nod of approval.

Killian put his arm across Henry’s shoulders and walked him the short distance to where Emma was standing. “I’d be happy to go get the water, Emma.” He took the end of Norman’s leash from her. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

While he was gone, Emma sat on the bench watching Henry continue to kick the soccer ball around. Killian and Norman returned a few minutes later, handed her a bottle of water and sat down beside her.

“Do I owe you anything for this?” Emma asked, unscrewing the lid.

“Not at all. I think I can afford to buy a lovely lass a bottle of water.”

She refrained from rolling her eyes at his use of the adjective, still rueing the fact she met such a handsome man while looking like she just rolled out of bed. As she was getting ready to take a drink, Henry kicked the ball and sent it sailing over their head, causing Emma to duck and spill some of the water in her lap.

Henry ran over, stopping in front of her. “Oops. Sorry, Mom. I was trying to kick it at the teeter-totter.”

Emma brushed at the water droplets, looking around to locate the teeter-totter, which was at least twenty feet away from the bench. “Not even close, kid.”

Killian stood up. “Perhaps I could give you some pointers, lad. I was a rather good football player when I was younger .”

Henry’s forehead creased in confusion. “I play soccer, not football.”

Killian chuckled as Emma explained, “Killian grew up in England and over there, soccer is called football. They call what we play ‘American football’, don’t they, Killian?”

“Aye, lass. Sorry to confuse you, Henry.”

“Oh, I never knew that. So, how good were you?”

Killian rubbed a finger behind his ear, ducking his head a bit. “I played in a semi-professional league for a couple of years and actually tried out for a professional club, before I decided to go to Uni and become an architect instead.”

“Wow! Cool!” Henry exclaimed. “You probably know even more about soccer than my coach!”

Emma laughed. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he knows a bit more than a volunteer coach for a youth league team.” She took the dog’s leash back from Killian. “Norman and I will sit this lesson out.”

Killian attempted to wink at her. “As you wish, Milady. Come on, lad. We’ve got work to do.”

She smiled fondly, watching the two of them passing the ball back and forth for a while, before pulling out her phone to catch up on her social media apps.

When she looked up a few minutes later, she saw Killian giving Henry instructions for controlling the ball as he dribbled it down the field. Apparently, they were using two trees as the goal and Henry was moving toward them quickly, while trying rather unsuccessfully to keep the ball under control. When he kicked it from quite a distance away, the ball hit one of the trees and ricocheted away.

Killian went to retrieve the ball and took it back to where Henry was waiting. He squatted down in front of the boy and began talking to him, gesturing now and then to different parts of the field.

Henry listened intently, nodding once in a while. When Killian finished speaking, he stood up and did a short demonstration of how to move the ball back and forth from foot to foot. Then he patted the boy’s shoulder, walked the ball further away from the trees and set it down.

Henry lined himself up behind the ball and looked up at Killian. After getting a reassuring smile from him, Henry started dribbling the ball across the ground with shorter, more controlled kicks, while Killian jogged beside him, shouting encouragement. This time, he got the ball much closer to the trees, before giving it a powerful kick that sent it shooting right between them.

Killian whooped as Henry raised his arms in victory, giving a triumphant cheer. What Emma saw happen next put a lump in her throat. Henry flung his arms around Killian’s waist, hugging him tightly, and Killian returned the hug, rubbing his hand over her son’s head as he looked down at him with a proud smile on his face.

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