#Beside I know Kitty does not have many friends

[teenytinyjimin]

i miss you, i’m sorry (j. jungkook)

nothing happened in the way i wanted

every corner of this house is haunted

and i know you said that we’re not talking

but i miss you, i’m sorry.

summary: the first time seeing each other after the breakup is always the hardest. but seeing each other when you're still in love? an absolute nightmare

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

tags: angst, smoker!jk, brokenhearted!jk, equally as brokenhearted!reader, why did they even break up in the first place?, featuring reader’s bestfriend!jimin, also jimin is sexually ambiguous let's keep it that way please

warnings: none, alcohol/nic use but nothing too intense, kinda sad but it's a happy ending i promise

author’s note: idk why i keep making my fic names and stuff inspired by songs, i guess it just helps me beat writers block.

also i wrote this in second person, lmk if you guys prefer that over third. i personally find third person fics easier to write, but i'm sure second person is easier to read for some of you. enjoy my angels!

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Bars weren't really your thing.

If you were going to be honest, they were miles better than nightclubs, but still not your thing. It was something about the air that just rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps it was all the creepy old men that turned you off of them, or just the fact that there's not much to do besides sit, drink, sit some more, maybe play some pool and... sit.

Jimin, on the other hand, loved bars. He loved being able to sit there, look pretty, and watch as absolutely anyone and everyone flocked over to him to start a conversation. It admittedly fueled his ego, and he loved the feeling of being the center of attention. However, he didn't love being at bars alone. Being so drop-dead gorgeous meant that about twenty times the amount of creeps bothered him than the average bar patron. Many of them figured that a pretty boy like him was sitting there waiting to be swooped up by a sugar daddy. Let's get one thing straight – that wasn't him. He had plenty of money. He just wanted to have a little conversation, give a little kiss here and there maybe, and dip at the end of the night with his bar companion by his side.

Unfortunately for you, that bar companion was usually you. It was certainly a compliment for Jimin to want to bring you along with him instead of any of his other gazillions of friends and other social connections, but it was quite exhausting for you to be in a bar pretty much every day of every weekend. He liked the attention, but you didn't. If it were an empty room with nothing but you and a bottle of rum, you'd have a blast. But what bar in Itaewon was going to be like that?

Alas, here you were, sat at the end of a bar with your friend sitting next to you. Something about the light in the building made him look extra beautiful tonight, his skin shimmering like the most precious of diamonds and his eyes deep and full of allure. At the moment he was making small talk with a lady on the other side of him, one who was definitely at least twenty years his senior but didn't look a day past thirty. Sighing, you drop your head down to look at your drink, a half-full martini glass that held a rather disappointing cosmopolitan (you weren't a vodka fan anyway, it wasn't the bartender's fault).

You wanted to be home. That was the only place you ever wanted to be these days. At home, cuddling your darling kitty in bed, and sleeping your days away. Maybe a year ago you would have loved being out and about, but now it feels more like a burden than a fun activity. And you know that Jimin doesn't mean any harm in doing what he does, but seeing him talk with so many people over the course of the night and being so happy is almost a bit gut-wrenching for you because you can't be as happy as him.

You began to feel the blood rush to your ears and your face get warm. Something was wrong, you could sense it. Everyone has those gut instincts when something isn't quite right, and this wasn't just an instinct, it was like a neon sign. A neon sign that read DANGER. Perhaps it was just you feeling rather anxious and overwhelmed, but either way you were craving the comfort of your home.

"Hey, 'Minnie, can we-" Just as you turned to Jimin to softly ask him if you could go home or at the very least switch bars, you felt a presence behind you. It wasn't just an I'm here to order a drink presence, but rather an I'm here for you one. Realizing that Jimin wasn't even listening anyway, you froze, waiting to see what would happen. And that's when you heard a familiar voice that you thought you'd never hear again.

"Hey."

You didn't want to turn around. You tried to stay as still as a statuette for as long as possible, however the more you thought about the man behind you the more you felt the urge to turn around and take a bite of the forbidden fruit. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned until you were face-to-face with your ex, Jungkook.

"Want to talk outside?" Not yet looking at him directly, you hesitantly nodded before quickly looking back to Jimin and then standing up. You left your purse there, figuring that your friend would grab it if he changed locations, and began trailing after the tall tattooed figure that navigated his way toward the door.

As the two of you stepped out into the cool autumn air, you crossed your arms and leaned against the building. Your heart was between your ears at this point, buzzing at what felt like 200 beats a minute. It was stupid for you to have even left Jimin's side, you thought, because now you were alone with your ex of all people and God knows what this boy has up his sleeve.

"You look good," Jungkook said gently as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. "And I know what you're going to say, you're so full of it Kook, but I mean it."

"Since when have you started smoking?" You asked, ignoring his previous two statements and gesturing toward the pack in his hand. He shrugged. "Couple weeks after I last saw you maybe? Not a big deal."

"You know that stuff's bad for you."

"I don't think sitting here third-wheeling with Jimin and his beau of the night is any better."

"You don't know Jimin, don't act like you do," You said, completely taken aback and offended by the words coming out of his mouth. "And I'm having a good time, thank you very much."

"Doesn't seem like it. Weren't you about to ask him if you guys could leave?"

"I was having- What?- Is there a reason you asked to talk to me out here?" You were struggling to form a complete sentence. This man always knew how to leave you speechless, but now it was just irritating. You watched as Jungkook leaned back onto the building with you and shook his head, giving you a toothy grin before lighting the cigarette in his mouth. "Nah. Just figured you'd have more fun out here talking to me and getting a break from it all."

"You know he's waiting for me, right? I should go back inside." You stand back up straight and begin walking back into the bar, however you feel a warm hand wrap gently around your wrist and tug you back. "Hey hey hey," Jungkook called. "He'll survive a few minutes without you. Just chill with me. I'm not asking you for anything, just a second of your time."

You turned to face your ex-lover, your eyes finally meeting his for the first time that night. Even after all this time of being apart, those beautiful doe eyes still yearned for you, and yours for him. With a shaky sigh, you brush his hand away and return to where you were standing. "Exes don't hang out like this, Jungkook."

"Woah, you're pulling out the full government name on me now?" The boy teased, puffing a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "Should I be offended?"

"I'm setting boundaries," You crossed your arms and kicked at the ground beneath you. "Nicknames are for friends or more than friends, which we aren't."

"We aren't strangers either though."

"That doesn't matter. Not friends."

"Alright, fine," Giving up, Jungkook looked down at his hand and flexed it awkwardly. "Just trying to be friendly."

"Friendly?!" You said frantically, finally having enough of his antics. "You don't need to be friendly. We broke up and that's the end of it. Exes aren't friends. They go their separate ways and when they see each other again – if they see each other – they ignore each other. I don't get why you're doing this psychological warfare bullshit on me."

"Exes can be friends," He breathed out in protest. "Can you even tell me why we broke up in the first place?"

You remained silent. The truth was that you didn't know why you broke up either. It had been almost a year since the whole ordeal went down, and you were still confused more than anything else, even more than you were hurt. All you can remember is that you guys went through some bullshit ‘mutual breakup’ that apparently neither of you wanted in the first place. The only reason you even agreed to it is because somewhere within you, you felt like perhaps you weren’t deserving of such a wonderful relationship. And the only reason Jungkook agreed to it is because he thought that it’s what you wanted.

"No, seriously. What went wrong? What did I do? I just want some closure..." His voice became increasingly softer as he kept speaking, which only meant one thing. You stared at the ground intensely, refusing to look up and see his teary eyes.

You felt his hand gently wrap around yours and tug on it as a plea for your attention. Jungkook was your weakness, the only person you'd willingly do anything for, and he really loved to take advantage of that without even realizing he was.

You peered up at him hesitantly, worried that you'd find yourself in tears the second you saw the ones pouring from his eyes. Sure enough, when the eye contact began, you were driving yourself forward into his strong arms and dampening his shirt with your tears.

Jungkook's embrace felt the same as it did the last time you felt it. It was still so warm, so inviting, so loving. Never once did you feel unsafe in his arms and this moment was not an exception. As you sobbed into his shirt you felt his hand move from around your waist to the top of your head, stroking your hair gently.

The two of you stood there for what seemed like hours, simply letting all emotion out while enjoying the company of one another. While Jungkook has been exceptionally transparent in expressing the fact that he's heartbroken about the situation between the two of you, it's safe to say that you feel equally as devastated. This man was once the love of your life and the only one you ever needed, but now everything about him except for his embrace feels foreign. This was someone you once saw yourself building a life with, but now it's shattering to think that he has a life after you.

You pulled away after a while, refusing to make eye contact as you wiped the tears from your eyes. This all felt entirely pointless. It was obvious that nothing went wrong in the relationship yet here you were, no longer in one. You couldn't begin to imagine what Jungkook had been going through since you guys broke up considering the fact that for you, your entire world turned upside down.

"I'm sorry," You managed to choke out before you felt Jungkook's hand gently guide your face up to look at his. You watched him stare at you for a moment, taking in your features, before his lips began to curl into a soft smile. "Mmm. Yeah. You're way too pretty to let slip through my fingers."

Feeling your face turn hot as a blush crept to your cheeks, you let out a soft giggle before you were cut off by a familiar pair of lips meeting yours.

"JUNGKOOK?" You heard a voice call out. The two of you pulled apart, eyes wide. Shit. You forgot about Jimin.

[koolades-world]

hi! If ure still taking request, could u pls do a headcanon or mini-shots abt how the brothers would react to mc crying? If u haven't done it yet!! Thank you:>

hello!! yes I am!! no worries :)

please enjoy!

Crying Mc

Lucifer

very good with handling the situation and helping you out

guides you through taking deep breaths in and out to calm down

he probably carrys a mini pack of tissues in his pocket, and offer you as many as you need

he brews you a hot cup of herbal tea for you to enjoy afterwards, and if you want it, he’s always ready to give you a hug

Mammon

freaks out internally

he's worried it was his attitude before he learns any of the context and wipes away his usual grin while he's beside you

he’s very attentive and is by your side the entire time and refuses to leave it

he tells all the jokes he knows to attempt to get you to smile again, and it gets to the point where, despite them not being funny, you laugh anyways because he’s putting in so much effort

Levi

freaks out externally

first, while freaking out, he asks if you’re injured then asks why you’re upset

eventually he calms down enough to realize you need him right now, and sits next to you with his hand in your shoulder to listen to you

after his panic, he’s actually a very good listener

Satan

he's the type to have everything you need just ready somehow

he's got tissues, water, a soft blanket, and of course, all the love you need

while he does listen to you and help you through the tears, he wants to see you happier again because you've helped him so much

he takes you outside to the garden to where his cat friends are waiting. the cats are all very friendly and who couldn't help but smile when there are cute, sweet kitties who want to be your friend?

Asmo

he immediately asks what's the matter and is by your side

he wipes your tears for you and tries to comfort and help you through crying

he spends the rest of the day with you, pampering you and making you feel so special

he even goes as far as to fill up his giant bathtub with all the bubbles you could want so you could fully relax and indulge because you're worth the world to him

Beel

he holds you close to himself and lets you cry it out

he's already quite the hugger, but he becomes your personal shield when you're upset

while he doesn't want to leave you alone, he lets you rest somewhere quiet while he goes to get your favorite snack and some water to rehydrate

very comforting overall, and makes you feel safe <3

Belphie

he'd never been great with handling crying demons, but it just came to him naturally when it came to you

he was by your side, pulling you into him and holding your head in his hands

he pets your hair and tells you all sorts of comforting things

once you're done, that night he makes sure you have extra sweet dreams where you do anything and everything happy

[size0forhollywood]

Metafiction

Pt 3.

Content Warning: 21+, NSFW, Smut, Depression, hate fucking, public sex, starvation.

A/n: I think we’re finally starting to like it here. Or at least…our sweet little kitties do..

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“I..hate..you.”

“I..know.”

~

Something changed after that night in the library. There was something different about Sylus but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Just like the last two times you were a wreck under him. And yet, instead of leaving you alone he carried you back to the bedroom and tucked you into bed.

You don’t know what to make of his hot and coldness. Why hasn’t he killed you or let you go? Why does he insist you stay at the base? And why does he insist you stay in his room?

You’re curled up under the blankets, tears staining the pillow below. You don’t have the energy to get up, you don’t want to get up. Because you know if you have a disagreement with Sylus it’s going to end with you having an earth shattering orgasm and then him making a derogatory comment that makes you feel sick to your core.

Instead you opt to just lie in bed, wishing and longing for home. You often find yourself thinking about your roommate and best friend. What were they doing right now? Were they looking for you? How long has it been since you’ve vanished off the face of the earth. Did Mephi come through the wormhole too?

So many questions and no way to get answers.

Sylus comes and goes in the room. Usually to drop off a tray of food and some water for you. But he doesn’t linger.

You don’t touch the food but you do drink the water. You want to avoid getting dehydrated again.

The wall and the ceiling was starting to feel like they were closing in on you. It was making you feel numb inside.

You hopped out of bed and sat by the large window. Darkness expands across the land. There really was no sunshine here. You didn’t realise how much you missed the sun until this very moment. You missed its warmth.

You decided this was going to be your new spot. You lift your knees to your chest and rest your chin on them. Staring out the window into nothingness but at least it was different from the wall.

~

Sylus had been keeping himself busy. Not only was he trying to figure out this whole messed up situation he was also fighting back feelings he’s never had to deal with before.

He doesn’t know why fighting with you fills him up with a burning desire to fuck you. He’s never really thought about sex in general. Being the leader of Onychinus, he’s never really indulged in those pleasures. But with you. You do something to him which makes him crave you and it turns him animalistic.

After returning from another trip he goes to the bedroom to check on you. There you are still seated by the window in the exact same position you were in when he left.

He looks at the desk and the food is still there untouched, again. This pains him but also angers him. Why must you be so defiant?

Why can’t you see that he’s helping you? Protecting you? He realises he needs to be able to just talk to you. Get you to understand just how much danger you’re in.

~

You were so lost in your own mind while looking out the window you didn’t hear Sylus calling out to you multiple times.

When you do finally hear him he’s standing right beside you. He’s holding more shopping bags.

“We’re gonna go out tonight. Have a shower and put these on.” He places the bags on the bed.

You straighten up. “We’re gonna leave the compound?”

You just wanted to make sure you heard that right.

“Yes. I’m tired of watching you whither away by the window like a damn house plant.”

Sylus walks towards the door.

“You have 30 minutes.”

You can’t help but feel a little rush of excitement. Finally you get to leave this place, even if it’s just for one night. The idea of seeing other people, a sense of normalcy. You can feel happy tears well up in your eyes.

You hurry to the bathroom to start getting ready as fast as you can.

Your shower was fast but efficient. You’re now standing in the room with a towel wrapped around you looking at the new clothes Sylus got for you.

It was another dress but it was a going out dress. Very elegant, black and red, sylus’ signature colours. There were fancy heels to match and already pinned to the dress was a very familiar looking crow brooch.

There was also a matching set of bras and undies. They were black lace and definitely not what you’re used to wearing but at least it’s something.

You can’t help a little smile form on your face. You get dressed as quickly as you can. Just as you get to putting your heels on Sylus comes back into the bedroom. He’s wearing his signature look with the black jacket draped over his shoulders. He looked quite handsome. Like he always does right y/n?

He takes a moment and looks you up and down. If he’s thinking anything he doesn’t let it show on his face.

“Want some help?” He gestures to your bare feet.

You feel your face go hot but you shake your head. “I’m fine.”

Sylus scoffs and walks over to you.

“Sit.”

You reluctantly sit on the chair, he gets down on one knee and he helps put your heels on. His fingers lingering around your ankles as he fastens the straps. A moment which causes an ache between your legs. After he’s done he stares up at you. He doesn’t move, doesn’t break eye contact. You feel a bit uneasy.

“So where are we going?” You just want to break the aching silence that had fallen between you two.

Sylus smoothly stands back up. “We’re going to a restaurant.” He holds his arm out as an offer for you to grab.

“I’m really not asking.” He warns.

You feel a frown on your face but you begrudgingly take his arm and you walk out of the base together and to one of Sylus’ many cars.

The drive to the restaurant was mostly silent. You spent most of the time looking out the window seeing the outside world. It was nice.

Sylus pulled up in front of a very fancy looking restaurant. He walks around the car and opens the door for you. You’re cautious about his behaviour. Was this just a front for the people?

you enter the restaurant and are greeted by a waiter in a tuxedo. You’ve definitely never been to something as exquisite as this. The inside was beautiful and to be honest pretty romantic looking. Twinkling fairy lights and crystal chandeliers hanging from the white and gold ceiling.

The waiter leads you to your table and once you’re seated you look around. You and Sylus are the only customers.

“Whats going on? A place like this should be filled to the brim.”

“I booked out the whole restaurant.” Sylus was quick to answer.

You bite your bottom lip. “Why would you do that?”

Sylus noticed you biting your lip and his jaw clenched a little.

“I need to talk to you without the risk of being overheard.”

You scoff and pick up your menu and start looking at what you’d like to try. A lot of this stuff you’ve never heard of before so you decide to play it safe and pick a salad.

“You couldn’t just talk to me back at the compound?”

“You were becoming a mindless zombie at the compound. I need you alert and listening to what I have to say.”

You furrow your brows at him. His red eyes not breaking eye contact with you.

The waiter comes back and asks for your drink order.

“Your most expensive bottle of wine, two glasses.” Sylus says before you can say anything.

“And as for the food I’ll have item 70 and she will have item 53”

“Very good sir.”

You start to chew the inside of your cheek trying to not let your anger come out.

“Why did you just order for me?” You ask Sylus through gritted teeth.

“Didn’t want you to make a fool of yourself.”

“You!”

“You’re wine sir.” The waiter interrupts and places a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“Shall I fill them for you sir?”

All Sylus does is flick his wrist, the waiter nods and then leaves.

“Wine?” Sylus asks while smirking.

“Oh you’re not just gonna do it anyway?” You snap back.

Sylus scoffs, he pours wine into both glasses.

“Let’s try to have a good night.” He retorts.

“With you? That’s impossible.”

Sylus clenched his hand into a fist. Frustration clear across his face.

A tension was starting build in your core as you stare the red eyed man down. His demeanour unwavering.

“Do you remember what I said a few nights ago?”

You feel your own hands ball into fists as you think about that night, how he claimed you on the bed and in the library. How he felt so good ramming himself inside you.

“About the protocores?” He continues.

“Yeah? People want to find them, what has that got to do with me?”

Sylus sighs and squeezes the bridge of his nose.

“They want to find the source of the protocores. Everyone knows something came through that wormhole. They’re all after it.”

There’s silence as you try to understand what he’s saying.

“You. They’re after you.”

Your eyes widen.

“But I’m just a regular person, I don-”

“I don’t think so.” Sylus cuts you off.

“You survived a wormhole. You’re immune to my…charms. You’re connected to Mephisto somehow.” Sylus sits back in his chair as he takes a swig of wine.

“You’re…something..” he say into his glass.

You stare it him for a moment. Trying to make sense of what he’s saying. You’re not anything special, you’re just a regular person. You grab your wine glass and take a few sips. Maybe the alcohol might help.

“So do you understand now why staying with me is your safest option?”

You scowl. “How do I know you’re not lying.”

“I am many things sweetie but I am not a liar.”

You shiver at that pet name. “Don’t call me that!”

Once again, you’re both staring at each other through clenched jaws and fists. The tension building between you two was getting so thick.

The waiter returns carrying two plates of food, he places down a steak and salad in front of Sylus and a seafood pasta dish in front of you, two fresh oysters adorn the plate and you scoff.

“Oysters?”

“They’re a delicacy here. So enjoy them.”

“Where I’m from they’re an aphrodisiac, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to ply me with alcohol and make me horny.”

Sylus chuckles “we both know I don’t need any of that.”

He stares at you intently while holding a fork and knife in his hand. “Now eat.”

“I don’t like seafood.” You protest. It was a lie of course. You just didn’t want to eat it because he ordered it.

Sylus slams his cutlery down making the table shake.

“Eat.”

You shove your plate to the middle of the table.

“No.”

His red eyes burning into yours but you were not going to back down. He doesn’t get to control you like this. If he was really worried about your safety and protecting you he’d let you keep some autonomy.

“Eat, please.” He was sitting up straight and his eyes flaming with desire, it almost sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.

“No, thank you.”

Something snaps and black and red mist envelopes the table and sends it flying across the restaurant.

You don’t flinch, you stay in your seat staring down the silver haired man in front of you.

The waiters and the kitchen staff stay hidden in the kitchen. As if they’re used to something like this happening.

Sylus stands up from his chair and approaches you.

“Always so fucking stubborn.”

He grabs you by your hips and lifts you up. You smack at his shoulders.

“Put me down!”

He sits you down on another table, hands still on your hips, your dress bunched up, bodies pressed together. His face inches away from yours.

You are both breathing heavy in frustration, the smell of wine intoxicating you further.

You look into his eyes and there you see it again. Even though there was animosity between you two right now there was no hate. There was a want and need. A feeling that could not be squashed down.

You feel your breath quicken and something happens that has never happened before.

Sylus kisses you. It was hungry and passionate. His hands squeeze at your hips as if he’s trying to ground himself.

You return the kiss, your hands running through his hair as you pull him closer to you.

Tongues in cheeks, teeth nibbling lips. Breathy moans escaping between the lip locking and it doesn’t stop there.

His hands run down your exposed thighs, feeling their way to your inner thighs till he reaches your now clothed pussy. He slides the lace under wear to one side and starts swiping at your wet folds. He groans at the feeling of it.

All of this was different now. He didn’t need to use his evol to hold you in place. Every part of you was accepting of him and he was getting drunk off it.

He releases your swollen lips and starts kissing down your jaw and neck, you tilt your head back to give him as much of your neck to explore. All the while his long fingers explore your hot, dripping cunt.

You didn’t care you were in the middle of a restaurant, that the staff could see you through the kitchen. That there were windows putting your lewd acts on display to anyone who may pass by.

You both needed this, to feel each other, to make each other feel so good. To relieve that angry tension that’s been building since before you left the compound.

You needed to release it all right here, right now.

“Ngh..Sylus..” you moan as you feel him insert two fingers inside you.

He’s kissing and biting your shoulder breath shuddering as he takes in the feeling of your gummy walls around his fingers. How they’re so wet and hot and clenching around him. He starts a rhythm of sliding his fingers in and out. Noticing how your legs start spreading further apart to take more of him in.

He starts kissing back up your neck and finds your mouth again, loving the way your soft lips feel against his.

“Are..you gonna start…listening to me?” He says almost breathlessly.

A moan escapes as you feel his finger curl up, hitting that lovely sensitive spot that sends waves of pleasure through you.

“..No..” you moan. His other hands snakes up your back, your neck. He weaves his fingers through your hair and grabs a fistful but he doesn’t hurt you this time.

“So fucking stubborn.”

As he repeatedly starts rubbing that sensitive spot inside you his thumb finds your clit and starts massaging it.

Your moans start to echo in the restaurant.

“Ah! Mm yes!” The pleasure completely overwhelms you and an orgasm hits you hard and fast, you try and squeeze your thighs together as you try and ride your orgasm out on his fingers.

“Fuck..” he whispers.

He pulls his fingers out, as much as he wants to savour that moment he’s desperate to feel your soaking wet walls around his cock. He unbuckles his pants and unzips them as fast he can. Pulling them down just enough to get his massive hard cock free from restraint.

“Spread your legs for me.” He demands, and you do it. Still blissed out from your orgasm.

He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the table. The tip of his cock already leaking with precum. He smears it between your now dripping folds and starts pressing himself into you.

He slides in so easily, so soft, warm, welcoming and so fucking wet for him.

Your hands now on his chest gripping his shirt for dear life, moaning sweet delicious sounds as he enters you. You wrap your legs just above his hips to give him as much access to you as possible.

Sylus doesn’t hold back, pistoning his cock in you. The sounds of your moans spurring him on to go faster and harder. The table rumbling underneath you. Threatening to break.

“Are you going to behave?” His voice low and grumbly.

“N.No!” You’re struggling to speak with how good it feels to have him slamming inside you. Your knuckles turning white with how hard you’re gripping his shirt.

“Fuck.” The hot anger seeping through only adds to the burning flames of desire. He wants more. One hand hand stays on your hip while the other fondles your breast through the dress. Squeezing and massaging.

You can’t help but throw your head back, so lost in pleasure but Sylus grabs your chin and brings you back.

“Look at me. I wanna see your face as you cum again for me.”

And you do. Making heavy eye contact as your face contorts with pleasure.

He finds that spot again with his cock and starts thrusting faster into you, hitting that spot to make you come undone.

“I..mmhngg..hate… you..ah!”

He moans as he feels your walls tighten around him.

“I…know..!”

He captures your lips once more as you both orgasm at the same time. Riding out every ounce of pleasure together. Ecstasy replacing every other emotion.

Your sweaty foreheads are pressed together as you collectively try to catch your breath.

You’re still joined at the hips, feeling his cock throbbing inside you, his cum seeping out. Your hands still gripping his shirt. Both of you not wanting to let go of each other.

He does pull his cock out eventually and as he goes to readjust your underwear he swipes a finger in your cunt one more time, collecting your combined juices on his finger.

He then brings that finger up to your mouth. He doesn’t need to say anything, you know what he wants you to do and you do it.

You take his finger and start licking and sucking on it. Tasting the both of you. He looks at you hungrily and kisses you as he pulls his hand away. Wanting to taste the both of you as well.

His tongue aggressively attacking yours, trying to get as much of the flavours as possible. When he pulls away a string of saliva connects both of your lips.

Again you’re just staring at each other, breathing heavily.

“I take it you’re not ordering dessert then?” A waiter from the kitchen chimes in.

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The car ride home was silent once again. This time with a completely different energy. You’re staring out the window as you mull over what had just happened inside that restaurant. You expected Sylus to call you ugly, pathetic or disgusting but he didn’t. He didn’t say anything. He just helped you off the table and escorted you back to his car.

Where he still continues to stay silent. One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the centre console, eyes straight ahead focused on the road. His hair was still dishevelled and the top of his shirt also looking a bit stretched around the buttons. Most likely from your death grip you had on him.

You squirm a bit uncomfortably as you feel Sylus’ sticky cum drenching your underwear. A constant reminder.

“Keep squirming like that and I’m gonna have to pull this car over.” He finally speaks his voice low, gravelly and somewhat sparked with arousal.

You look at him, his eyes are still on the road but you can see he’s clenching the steering wheel.

You scoff and look away. Honestly you’re too tired for his antics. As you’re looking out the window you feel your eyes getting heavy, you can’t fight the exhaustion taking hold of you and you drift off to sleep.

Sylus makes sure to keep the car steady and avoids all the potholes so he doesn’t wake you. He glances over your sleeping form. You finally looked peaceful while sleeping.

Once he gets back to his home, he carefully gets you out of the car without waking you. Now you’re in his arms, bridal style and he carries you all the way to his bedroom. He hates how frail you feel in his arms, like you’re wasting away and he can’t help but blame himself. After all, he kept you cuffed to your bed for three whole days with no food or water while he was doing his initial investigations.

And now when he wants to take care of you, your refusal feels like a punishment.

He gently lays you on the bed. His fingers softly caress your cheek. In truth you were never ugly or disgusting to him. He just lashed out because you make him feel things he’s never felt before. And he wanted to hurt you, to punish you for it.

Sylus makes his way to the kitchen and grabs an apple and an orange. Something simple, something sweet and he hopes that when you wake you’ll finally put aside your stubbornness and eat.

He leaves the fruit on the desk in his room before he goes to the study to talk with Luke and Kieran about what to do next and how to get you back home.

But do we really want to go home y/n?

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Eleven- Why is it always her?

(a/n: i was so excited about this part i had to post it as soon as i was done writing :D Enjoy!!)

TW: MENTIONS OF WEIGHT, ED AND SEXUAL ASSAULT.

wc: 4.7k(?).

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You have had a bad morning. If not the worst in a while. Your mom had gone a little crazy again. That’s how it always has been, your relationship with her was never stable. And deep down you know it will never be. but hope had always found its way into your heart. Blooming endlessly on the days where she is a little quieter, a little timid. So when you woke up this morning and saw her in the kitchen, a glass of red wine in her hand and a string of curses falling from her lips directed at one of the poor maids. The little garden of hope in your heart died as quickly as it grew.

Nonetheless you were still excited about today, the idea of finally watching the plan you have been thinking about come to life makes you all giddy.

“All done?” You ask, arms crossed on your chest as you watch Wooyoung jog towards you. A bright smile on his face and hair a cute fluffy mess on top of his head “Yes Queen.” You smile back at him as he takes his spot on the right, next to you. Leaning his head on your shoulder. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath “Good boy.” You untangle your arms, bringing your palm and caressing his cheek lovingly. And just like a cute puppy there’s a light pink tinting his cheek that he tries to hide, chuckling as he buries his head in your shoulder further.

“Are you a baby? Get off her.” Yeosang speaks from your left. Voice shamelessly dripping with venomous jealousy and a glare so dark if Wooyoung wasn’t so familiar with Yeosang harmless bullets he’d be running away by now.

“Your jealousy is showing again. Yeo.” Wooyoung spits back however with a lot less venom and more a teasing edge in his voice. He pushes it further by squeezing your arm a little harder, buries his face in your neck and watches out of the corner of his eyes as Yeosang rolls his eyes grumbling a ‘whatever’ under his breath. You end their bickering by linking your other free arm with Yeosang's “Thanks for coming Yeo, I know you hate these things.” And it’s true. Yeosang never participated in any of the little pranks you and Wooyoung liked to pull sometimes. So you were honestly surprised when Wooyoung greeted you this morning by your car with a grumpy Yeosang following right behind him.

He relaxes next to you, the few words dripping with so little sweetness seem to do the trick. "Anything for you, kitty." He replies, The frown immediately melts off his face and is replaced by a soft smile that he tries so hard to hide as well. Ducking his head as if you didn’t already catch it. Your heart can’t help but swell with harmless affection for the two boys.

“Are you sure everything is sorted out?” You ask again, eyeing Wooyoung beside you “Yeah we just wait for Yeji to appear, and the show shall begin.” He replies, eyes following the random students passing by and throwing glances at you. By now you were used to the attention, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. A pair of eyes following wherever you went happens so much that it became the new norm for you. Although the attention does seem to be intensified simply because you and your friends are never seen around campus. Or at least not as much as people would like. Usually preferring to stay indoors and away from too many prying eyes. But just for today’s show specifically you thought an audience wouldn’t hurt.

You admit your last work was sloppy, leaving evidence behind and showing up at the crime scene so shamelessly. It’s no wonder Hyunjin doubted you right away. Although he couldn’t link it to you directly but no matter how many times you denied it, it’s not gonna change the fact that it was you after all and you had foolishly gotten caught by him.

You felt the need to redeem yourself today even though your little prank is still too childish for your liking for now childish pranks are the only thing you're capable of pulling. You knew if you wanted to pull anything….hardcore. You will need Hyunjin to be somewhere far from her and that seems a little impossible now. Since for whatever reason they always seem to be stuck together.

Hyunjin is another problem, ultimately you don’t care what he thinks and you’ll keep denying everything he throws at you but that doesn’t change the fact that having him on your back constantly is annoying. And knowing him and how stubborn he is he won’t let it go until he proves it’s been you all along.

Which is why for today’s show you decided to step back, watching from afar and letting someone else do your dirty work. Nothing a little batting of your eyelashes and money couldn’t get. Wooyoung flirting did help too, he can be quite charming when he's not acting like a dork.

However, your biggest advocate is definitely that gossip account. If anything happens to Yeji and Hyunjin doubts you, you can simply blame it on his crazy fangirls. It’s not farfetched for Yeji to get targeted after being the rumored girlfriend of the prince of jyp himself.

“They’re here.” Wooyoung whispers, nudging you with his elbow. You follow where his eyes are looking and as he said there they are. Yeji and Hyunjin walking side by side.

You try not to focus on the way their hands are brushing, the way that Hyunjin looks so relaxed next to her. Blonde hair blown by the wind, he looks like a dream. A dream that you seem to have every single night and more than anything a dream that is always far away from your reach. Your heart twists painfully when Yeji laughs, throwing her head back she puts her hand on his shoulder, so casually. You can’t help but be taken back to when this was you. When you were the one walking next him, when you were the one he’s smiling at.

You don’t notice how hard your nails are digging into Yeosang’s arm until he moves it, instead taking your palm and intertwining your fingers together.

On your right, you watch Wooyoung signal to the girl he seduced earlier this morning to begin the show. She pulls up her hoodie, hiding her face behind big square glasses. Grabbing her tray that has a plate full of spaghetti sauce on and very little spaghetti on it. She makes a beeline towards Yeji. Keeping her head down and just like Wooyoung had instructed her to do she crashes right into Yeji. The contents of her plate ends up on Yeji from head to toe. Too obviously purposeful that it makes you cringe at the poor execution.

Both of the girls end up on the ground from how strong the impact of them colliding. Wooyoung starts chuckling from beside you and you can’t blame him. Yeji has sauce all over hair, dripping down the side of her and her light beige shirt is now colored maroon, she looks pathetic. Embarrassed as the students around them stop whatever they’re doing to look at them. A small crowd starts to form around them but not big enough to block your vision, wondering whispers of what's going being thrown around.

A short laugh escapes you at the sight, you have thought about it all night but seeing her in front of you like is so much more better than you could ever imagine. Wooyoung starts laughing harder and you nudge him “Shh!” you attempt to shush him with a wide grin fighting its way on your face. He purses his lips, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth “I’m trying.” He chokes out between giggles.

From this distant you can’t really hear what they’re saying but from the shaking of Yeji’s head, waving her hand around in dismissive manner you assume that she was getting apologies thrown at her.

What a stupid girl.

And just like you predicted Hyunjin is there next to her, worry evident in the furrow of his brows and his habit of puckering his lips in a manner akin to a pout that it’s adorable. It’s the same look he used to shoot your way whenever you got hurt back then. It hits you again how that could have been you. You had thought it all night, all the possible scenarios orf Hyunjin helping Yeji. The way he would react, what he would say and what kind of expression would he make.

You didn’t know why but you knew you had to prepare yourself for it. You told yourself if you thought about it long enough you won’t feel anything when it really happens. Yet seeing him there, crouched next to her still felt like a dagger was plunged into your heart. And you can't understand the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Your smile falters when again just like you predicted Hyunjin helps her stand up, a hand on her shoulder. He’s so much taller than her, so much wider that when he starts guiding her to what you assume to be the restroom. It’s like he’s shielding her from the curious and shocked stares around them.

They pass by you and Hyunjin doesn’t spare you a glance, doesn’t even notice you standing there and you don’t realize you were holding your breath until they’re out of sight. Were you waiting for him to notice you? Is that why you’re feeling hurt? Is that why you’re so bothered by the fact that he’s so busy taking care of Yeji to even notice you? But you knew this was gonna happen it's only common sense so why are you feeling this way?

Yeji had looked so pathetic, so hilariously embarrassed reeking of food yet you didn’t even feel an ounce of satisfaction because Hyunjin was next to her.

“Is your other bitch in place?” You ask Wooyoung who shoots you an offended look “She’s not my bitch.” Seeming to notice your sour mood and your dark gaze, he sighs “yeah she is waiting for Yeji in one of the stalls.”

“Good.” You reply, untangling your hand from Yeosang and start walking the same direction where Hyunjin and Yeji went “Where are you going?” Yeosang yells after you “Taking matters into my own hands. Don’t follow me.” You reply looking back at both boys to show them how serious you were being before continuing your route.

You knew you had to get this dagger out of your chest somehow. Which is why you had to talk to Yeji yourself. You don’t care if she rats you out to Hyunjin anymore. You just want this heavy feeling in your chest to be gone already. And if these childish pranks aren't doing the trick maybe talking to her directly would.

You thought you’d find Hyunjin waiting in front of the restroom for Yeji so when you get there you’re pleasantly surprised to find the halls empty. However when you twisted the doorknob open you didn’t expect to find both of them inside. And you for sure did not expect Yeji to be topless with only a black bra on, her tomato sauce covered shirt is thrown on the floor and Hyunjin’s jacket is now over her shoulder leaving him only in his plain white shirt.

She turns to look at you and her eyes are red with tears and if this was in any other situation you’d be gleaming with happiness. Heck maybe you will start laughing in her face just to watch her cry more. But your heart only grows heavier at the sight of Hyunjin cleaning her hair for her, wiping it hopelessly with tissues that definitely will not get that sauce out of it. You only grow angrier, sadder at the fact that she’s so casually topless and is surrounded with Hyunjin’s scent.

Your original plan was to come in here and unleash your anger at her, pull this stupid dagger out of your heart and plunged it into her instead, But you can’t do that. Not when Hyunjin is right there. So you knew you had to improvise.

Your nails start digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood yet you widen your eyes in fake innocence, form your lips into a pout and walk towards them. Ignoring the way Hyunjin’s eyes sharpen, gaze turning into a glare in contrast to the way he was softly looking at Yeji two seconds ago.

“What do you want Y/N?” His tone is harsh, full of venom and it’s not like you expected anything else. You ignore him “Are you okay Yeji?” you ask, feigning concern. A single tear starts rolling down her cheek, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She looks pathetically weak. The laughing Yeji from minutes ago is long gone. And in a sick way a sliver of satisfaction makes its way up your stomach.

You lean closer to her, your hand brushing her arm. She flinches and that’s when Hyunjin pulls her towards him, his arm comes up between you as if it shield her from you “Don’t touch her.” He spits through gritted teeth. The satisfaction you felt dies right away and the same anger only builds up more at the way he’s treating you as if you were some kind of wolf that’s gonna eat his precious little pet.

But you control your composure “I’m just trying to help.” You tell him softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes but Hyunjin doesn’t even falter. The ice in his eyes remain as cold as if he sees right through your act.

“It’s okay, jinnie.” Yeji speaks out weakly from behind him, hand on his arms and you try your hardest to keep your eyes from looking down at it.

Jinnie? Just who this girl thinks she is?

“Are you okay Yeji? Do you need any clothes? I have an extra sweater in my car.” You ask when Hyunjin steps back and away from both of you. He keeps his gaze on you watching your every move and trying to analyze if you’re being sincere or if this is just another stunt you’re pulling.

“I’m okay, thanks for asking Y/N.” She wipes her tears, sniffling and pulls at Hyunjin’s jacket to cover herself with pink cheeks.

So she’s feeling shy around you but not around him? Just how much of her have he seen?

The questions roaming around your head are too suffocating.

“Should I go grab my sweater for you?” You tilt your head in an attempt to appear nicer, smiling at her and leaning down to her level since she’s a little shorter than you. but she avoids your eyes. Focusing on something on the floor. She opens her mouth to speak but Hyunjin beats her to it “She already has my jacket. She doesn’t need your clothes.” You glare back at him and you guys stare at each other silently “you expect her to walk around with your jacket only and nothing underneath?” he keeps quiet, keeps his expression blank and when you raise a challenging eyebrow at him, urging him to argue back. He tsks, looking away.

You straighten your posture. Pushing your hair back with your hand you let out a sigh “God was that girl blind? How could she not see you?” You try to make conversation feeling the tension grow thicker the longer the silence stretches. You try to not think about the fact that this tension is only present whenever you and Hyunjin are in the same room.

But you can’t help but wonder if he feels it too? Or was it one sided like everything you’ve ever felt for him?

“It’s okay. It was an unfortunate accident.” Yeji says with the same dismissive waving hands she was doing earlier. An innocent smile starting to tug at her lips as she takes some of the tissues they have piled up on the sink and starts wiping the remaining sauce on her hair.

You stare at her blankly. An unfortunate accident? It was so obviously on purpose you could tell from a mile away. Was this girl really this innocent and stupid or was she just pretending? For the first time ever you couldn’t tell.

You find yourself unable to say anything back. Your anger wavering and unstable. You look in the mirror only to find Hyunjin already staring at you. He doesn’t look away when you lock gazes in the mirror, doesn’t budge and instead you’re the one starting to feel overwhelmed by all the confusing emotions clashing inside of you. It's like overwhelming draining cycle of you getting angry only to end up sad and disappointed. It's like no matter how much you try to get your anger out, to feel better you end up feeling more miserable. Today was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to be out there with Wooyoung and Yeosang recalling the pathetic look Yeji had on her face and laughing about it.

But all these expectations die and burn into nothing as soon as you see them together and then you're left there to pick up the ash and wonder to yourself what any of this means.

You don’t realize the blue expression that takes over your face and you don’t realize how fast Hyunjin notices. How his eyes start to soften because in that small moment of vulnerability you subconsciously showed he saw flickers of the old you. The you that he had fallen for so effortlessly. His heart starts hammering in his chest and his own emotions battle against each other.

This is exactly why he hated seeing you, he hated how every time he saw you, you somehow were the same person he loved yet so different that it only built stupid hope inside of him. That maybe you weren’t some vicious and a horrible person and maybe the sweet and loving you from high school is still there somewhere. It only built stupid hope that latched onto him and squeezed any logical thinking he had.

He lets out a sigh, looking away from you and your pretty innocent eyes that only seem to drag him deeper into your darkness. He refuses to be swept away by you.

“I’ll wait for you outside okay, Ji?” he says patting on her shoulder, a friendly gesture that only turn your insides into knots twisting and twisting tighter when he passes by you. Shoulders brushing but he doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even glare at you this time like you aren’t even worth any attention from him. The negative emotions take over your entire body and they start eating you from the inside.

Silence settles between you as Yeji continues cleaning her self, the only noise filling the room is the sound of running water that she soon closes “I’m sorry about Jinnie,” she speaks first, her fingers fidgeting with a piece of tissue “I heard a little bit about what happened between you two.” She says weirdly nervous. Maybe because she knows how sensitive this subject or maybe it’s the undeniable intimidation she feels towards you.

“Is that so?” Your tone is no longer dripped with cheap honey, instead it’s lifeless. Cold and perhaps that’s why Yeji finally looks at you, eyes wide and concerned. Is she scared she upset you?

“Hyunjin is not a bad person. He’s just a little hard to deal with.” She pathetically tries to explain as if you didn’t know Hyunjin first. As if you weren’t his first love, first kiss, first everything. You almost want to scoff at her. Something akin to disappointment and a lot like heartbreak pulls at every part of you when you realize none of it matters. You were first but you are nothing now.

“I know.” Is the only thing that manages to escape your mouth. You smile at her a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. The bubbling anger you felt is no loner evident in your bones and you’re no longer seeing red, Instead the only thing you feel is sadness clawing at you. Suddenly the sight of Yeji crying and looking pathetic is no longer satisfying the more you remember how through it all Hyunjin was next to her. Hyunjin is kind to her, he takes care of her. Speaks to her so softly and it’s the complete opposite to the way he treats you. And for reasons you’ll never admit. It kills you.

Yeji smiles back at you awkwardly, seeming like she doesn’t know what to say. Your eyes flit across the stalls, you see one of the doors slightly ajar. Guessing that’s where Wooyoung's girl is. You decide not to interfere and let the rest of the play go as planned.

“Mhm is there something there?” Yeji asks innocently, turning to look at where you’re looking and you shake your head “I’ll let you be.” You tell her and she nods at you slowly with confusion written all over her face. You leave the restroom, closing the door you find Hyunjin waiting outside, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. You share a short look before you start walking.

“what’s your deal?” He asks when you pass by him and you stop in front of him, turning to face him. Years of hardened tension seeps into the air around you immediately. You’re sure if you breath it in it’ll choke you.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head and looking up at him, and a strand of your dark hair falls over your face. And Hyunjin tries his hardest not to stare at you but you’re so pretty. So pretty it feels criminal. Fuck he was already fighting against the urge to stare at your thighs in that short little skirt but now that he’s face to face with you in so long. It’s hard to stop his eyes from trailing over your features, lingering a second too long at your plush lips. It's not like he didn't know you were pretty, you always had been. Always had this magnetic aura around you. But god the first time he saw you again was magical, he recognized you right away and even then you still stole his breath but in a different way. You had flourished in such a pretty flower, grown more into your feminine side. He felt bitter like the universe wanted to rub it in his face how much more beautiful you had become.

“What was that with Yeji just now?” his tone is nothing like his softening eyes, mean and monotone “I was just trying to be nice” you reply with faux pureness that the both of you know does not exist in you.

He straightens, keeps his eyes on you and you can tell he knows you’re lying. It’s not like you were trying that hard to hide it. A playful smile starts tugging at your lips but it vanishes right as quick as it comes when Hyunjin is taking a step towards you, you step back a little nervous but he keeps going until your back hits the wall. His arm stretch out and his palm is flat against the wall. Caging you. You’re breathless, startled and didn’t expect him to be all up in your space all of sudden.

“I don’t like these games you’re playing, Y/N” his eyes alight with pure hatred and another emotion mixed in there yet your heart hammers against your ribcage wildly, almost like it’s begging to be let out.

“I-I’m not playing any games.” You argue weakly, almost cringe at yourself for stuttering and if anything you just want to disappear because Hyunjin’s lips tilt in a smirk, suddenly taking in the situation you guys are in. He does admit that his inflated ego only grows at the sight of the unattainable Y/N blushing and avoiding his gaze.

“You seem a little nervous,” he comments sarcastically, tapping his index finger on your chin and you slap his hand away. Looking up at him with a glare that is not threatening one bit “You’re all up in my space I can’t breath.” You attempt to push him away with your hands on his chest, ignoring how hard it feels but Hyunjin doesn’t budge, Doesn’t move a single step and he keeps his eyes locked on you. Watching in amusement as you try to break from him. In that moment his mind runs wild and he can finally understand why Yeosang and Wooyoung call you kitty all the time. It suits you so well. You look just like cat fighting for their owner’s attention.

At the silence you look up at Hyunjin with a glare again, a string of curses dies on your lips when you notice that he’s unfocused. Instead his eyes are fixated on your thighs, the dark hatred in his eyes is slowly melting into lust and the lines are blurring between you two. You’re blushing, overwhelmed and confused by the way he’s acting but more than anything you’re confused by the flash of scalding heat that his stare sends through your body.

Your hands fall to your thighs, palms flat against them in a poor attempt to cover them up. Hyunjin notices, lets out a scoff and looks at you “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in you or your body.” His voice drips in mockery and your face burns in embarrassment and anger. You gather enough strength to push him again and this time he steps back, that same stupid smirk on his lips “Fuck off.” You grumble, pressing the back of your hand on your lips. Another poor attempt to hide your red face. Hyunjin can’t help but chuckle because he can’t take you seriously not when you look so much like an angry kitten. He couldn’t understand how he went from wanting to kill you to wanting to devour you in mere seconds. A part of him liked that though, he liked the fact that you always acted all high and mighty but was a blushing mess the moment he was a little too close to you.

If he knew how easy it was to break you he’d have tried this a long time ago.

Just then the door of the restroom busts open, slamming loudly against the wall and breaking whatever bubble the two of you were in. A girl runs out, almost tripping but picks herself right up and starts sprinting away. A disheveled Yeji follows, a panicked look on her face with Hyunjin’s now zipped jacket on her “H-hyunjin!” she starts crying and Hyunjin is by her side right away. Ignoring the fact that you were there again. Like he wasn't just staring at you like he wanted you moments ago “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks frantically, hands on her shoulders and eyes scanning her body “someone-“ she chokes on her tears, a sob wrecking through her body “someone was trying to take pictures of me while I was undressing” it all happens in a blur, Hyunjin yelling something in anger that you block out and then he’s running after the girl. While Yeji stands there crying. She looks at you and you don’t know what kind of expression you have on. But she’s terrified and for some reason in that moment you know she somehow figured out you were behind all of this.

You watch as she starts walking away, running after Hyunjin as well. You stand there and think about everything, in the end everything went perfectly according to plan. Everything happened exactly like how you imagined, just like how you and Wooyoung talked. You embarrassed Yeji in front of countless students, made her cry and if anything she seems scared of you now. It's exactly what you wanted yet you don't feel good at all. In fact your heart feels heavier than ever and there's tears threatening to fall the longer you stand there.

You can’t help but feel like a piece of trash that has been tossed aside for something better, something nicer.

That night when you’re back home, you find your mom in the kitchen another glass of wine in her hand and a mess of papers on the kitchen island in front of her “What’s all this?” you ask, walking to stand next to her.

“Did a background check on your father’s little….” She staring blankly at the wall, eyes empty “little side entertainment.” She finishes. It’s specially moments like these that make you feel sorry for her. She’s just a woman who fell in love with a man who didn’t love her back. How ironic. You think to yourself as you wrap your arms around her waist and hug her. Head resting on her shoulder. She doesn’t really move nor hug you back. You didn’t remember the last time she hugged you back.

“I’m sorry mommy.” You whisper softly, and she pats your hands in cold touches that are loveless “are you still following your diet, Y/N?”

You nod against her shoulder “Yes mommy.” She sighs, untangling herself from your embraces and drinks the remaining last bits of her wine “Her daughter weighs 2.5 kgs less than you, so we need to work hard yeah?” she says cupping your cheeks and looks at you for the first time today, you force a smile on despite the feeling of your heart breaking for the second time today “Yes mommy.” You reply like you always do and she never smiles back and her hands are always so cold but you don’t flinch “Good girl.” She compliments emotionlessly and she leaves you there, alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. You bite your lips to stop your tears from falling, telling yourself not matter how shitty you felt today you will not cry but then you look down at all the papers laid in front of you and despite all the expectations you had for today you didn’t expect a picture of Yeji to be smiling back at you.

Why is it always her?

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Synopsis: It girl, Queen Bee the most popular girl around campus Song Y/N was envied by everyone. She has it all, money, the looks and brains. After making a bet with her bestfriend Yeosang her life takes a turn to the worse, seeming to lose everyone around her she doesn't expect the only person to stick by her side to be her Ex-first love and long time enemy - Hwang Hyunjin.

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This… this slowly became a little… yandere which is unusual for my writings

You know what. People all the time say “don’t fall in love with a prostitute/stripper/any type of sex worker”.

Johnny does. That blue eyed bastard does.

And he doesn’t mean to. It’s just… well he’s met with ‘Calico’ so many times, and ‘YES Simon I know her real name isn’t ‘calico’ but god does she purr like a kitty…’

It’s not his fault that Cali just so happen to work each night he comes to visit! (He definitely doesn’t know your schedule by heart at this put, and ‘mama’ at the front desk always winks at him when he comes visit) It’s meant to be!

And sure Johnny in the beginning wasn’t allowed to touch you but I mean at this point he’s paying your bills with how often he visits, it’s gotten to the point where they know to not have you float on the floor, you get a few minutes on the pole and then basically sent to Johnny.

It’s no wonder you got a second phone just for him… this way if you need cash you can just send him a message! He’ll send it no questions asked!

So what if you spend most of your free time with Johnny! You don’t need a boyfriend, not really besides Johnny seems ready to put you up for life!

And once Johnny plants the idea in your head that you don’t need to actually work, he can just put you up… maybe even spend the night a few times…?

Honestly it’s been so long at this point you don’t even remember giving him your real name… or your actual phone number… not to mention when you two signed the marriage contract surrounded by all his friends!

[murcciervo]

I have way too many comics in the making lol but here’s one I’m still working on.

Overlord Angel and Bartender Husk. Angel’s helping out the Hotel because he’s good friends with Alastor. Husk working there as normal and of course Angel just messing with him because he’s such a pretty kitty.

Angel: So Al, what do ya want for the pretty kitties soul? I want him.

Small Drabble below 🖤

Never gonna ever do anything too serious with this but it was fun. 🖤

Prompt: Overlord Angel AU and Bartender Husk. Angel’s helping out the Hotel because he’s good friends with Al. Husk working there as normal and of course Angel just messing with him because he’s such a pretty kitty.

Angel: So Al, what do ya want for the pretty kitties soul? I want him.

There it was again, the familiar chill that always seemed to creep down his spine like an unwelcome guest. Husk’s tired eyes darted to the side, catching 8 sets of magenta, brimming with mischief and hidden desires peering back at him from behind the veil of a glass cup clutched delicately in slim fingers, from a being whose very presence stirred unease in the depths of his being these past few weeks.

"Should've spit in that drink," Husk muttered, his annoyance bubbling up like the fiery spirits that adorned the shelves behind him. The memory of Angel's earlier intrusion still lingered, a fresh wound on his patience. With a growl rumbling in his throat, he returned to the task of cleaning a pristine glass in his hands.

By the entrance, an amused hum leaves Angel’s lips as they curl around the rim of the drink, sipping it slowly. "It's refreshing," he drawled, his voice dripping with mischief and temptation, a melody that lingered in the air like a tantalizing whisper.

"Husker does mix a mean drink, I’ll give him that much," Alastor chimed in, his words seasoned with sarcasm and amusement. "Dare I say, he's got more skill with a cocktail shaker than he ever did with soul-keeping back in the day." His tone carried a hint of knowingness, a subtle jab at Husk's past indiscretions. It amused Angel how Alastor managed to keep his souls in check, assigning them bizarre tasks as a reminder of their insignificance in his grand design—a subtle reminder of their place in the pecking order.

"I must say, you've been making more appearances than a recurring nightmare. Got a newfound faith in our little project, have we?" Alastor's words dripped with playful insinuation, hinting at his awareness of Angel's true intentions. "Or perhaps there's another reason you've been gracing us with your presence so frequently?"

Angel scoffed at Alastor's teasing; his defiance tinged with amusement. "What’s it to ya? Maybe I’m just feelin’ generous."

"Ah, the ever generosity of Overlord Angel never fails to impress." Alastor remarked with a knowing gleam in his eye, bringing their banter to a halt. But beneath the facade of nonchalance, Angel's gaze returned to Husk, hungry and unyielding, the prickling sensation of determination gnawing at him. In his long reign as an overlord, he had encountered countless souls, yet none quite like Husk—defiant, unyielding, and remarkably unfazed by Angel's usual allure. Unlike the others who readily bowed before him, Husk remained resolute, refusing to grovel at his feet for a taste of Angel's favor. This soul intrigued him, enticed him, and he knew he had to possess it, by any means necessary.

“Hey Al,” Angel finally spoke, his voice heavy with longing and desire. “What do ya’ want for the pretty kitties soul? I want him.”

Alastor's grin widened, a sinister glint dancing in his eyes as he turned to the man beside him, his words dripping with honeyed deceit. "Husker's soul is a valuable one. I wouldn’t just give it up so easily after working so hard to get it, Angel. Unless, of course, you have a deal you want to propose?"

[1indigoisles]

Happy New Year!

The end has come! Time for the new year! (And the beginning of the TWP era!)

I discovered The Shadowhunter Chronicles this year, in June. A little shocking, I know. I fell in love with the books like nothing before, and this discovery was literally one of my golden eras. It was also this year that I started writing my novel, which is also an era that's not going to end any time soon. But my biggest breakthrough this year was joining Tumblr, where I got an expansion on everything, including fandoms. Apart from TSC, I'm in Shadow and Bone, The Folk of The Air, Good Omens (just started), Percy Jackson, and The Raven Cycle.

But this a people appreciation post, which means that I am, yet again, digressing.

@jeahreading - My best friend on Tumblr, knows all my deep dark secrets and would forgive me even if I lied to her. Jeah is who I go to after a rough day, who I flirt with on a daily basis, and who I'm going to join a group blog with. I love her for being the kind of friend that only exists in books, I love her for almost always liking my posts first, and I love her for reading my writing, even if it is sometimes crappy. I love you forever, angel.

@mayaheronthorn - My first friend here. She's just about as obsessed with KitTy as I am, if not more, and will always sit and read my TWP theories and headcanons, even though they come extremely spontaneously, and are mostly just rants. I think I wrote a TWP fic to her once through a random convo? - but that's besides the point. I hope we get to talk more next year, and you finally come around to posting your novel from time to time! Love you lots!

@damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay - The ultimate reader ever. You read everything on writing that I post and you VOICE-ACTED MY FIRST CHAPTER! Who does that?! You going for small writers like us really means more than I can say!

@tys-kitty - THE Shadowblogger ever. TWP posts are the highlights of my day, and you rock at it! Joy comes from pain shared, and also agony over TWP. Your posts, no matter how many times I say it, bring me more happiness than pain. Ich liebe dich mehrer als ich dich hasse.

@02babyy - Even though you're newer than I am, your posts are always so fun. I love you for making Kit your entire personality, since he's one of my favourite TSC characters ever (second only to Alec). The best thing about you is that you seem like you could be pretty popular, but aren't intimidating because of it. Keep glowing!

@margareturtle - You gave me hope in this world when you came up with the theory of Kit's gold wings. Your content is super fun, and you're hilarious as hell. You think out of the box and your headcanons are the best. Have a great 2024, Bananasplit!

Happy end of 2023, and looking forward to 2024 with all of you!

[natequarter]

i've been thinking about the ghosts' lives, and i think we exaggerate the extent of their loneliness whilst they were alive. i don't deny that some of their afterlives (mostly humphrey) are filled with loneliness and boredom, but that doesn't account for who they were and what they did in life. it doesn't help that, in the case of humphrey and fanny, most of their flashbacks or anecdotes of their lives are centred on their marriages and respective estrangement - but nothing suggests that their lives in general were sad and lonely.

in en français it's mentioned that humphrey is attending a feast, and in the book we see fanny writing letters to her friends, as well as the menu for her own banquet. neither of them seem miserable at the prospect of these social events, which suggests to me they both had friends of their own. we also get to see the captain's interactions with his regiment (aka idiots fumbling around), kitty hitting it off with a young man her age, and pat writing postcards to his family. none of that seems to suggest overwhelmingly lonely or isolated lives to me, even if those feelings were at some point present. within the show, as well, fanny's relationship with george actually seems quite warm and affectionate. it's only with hindsight that we can see carol's cheating or george's threesomes and murder.

another thing to remember is unhappy marriages were common in the past, thanks to arranged marriages and a lack of access to counselling or divorce. humphrey couldn't have annulled his marriage - the reformation didn't actually change the laws surrounding marriage in england. divorce (when it finally did come around) was also hugely stigmatised well into the twentieth century - even when it was legal, it wasn't necessarily a viable option. this is why a happy marriage, whilst convenient, wasn't necessarily the expectation. taking on mistresses or visiting brothels were common behaviour amongst tudor men for a reason, despite being frowned on by the church, so his marriage was not the be all and end all.

we also get an overwhelming focus on humphrey's home life. humphrey is stated to be nobility and a knight, so he almost certainly spent a large part of his life at court, where he would've had frequent interactions with men his age - and just people full stop - some of whom were probably lifelong friends, and whom he would have written to even when not at court. besides court, as a rich and powerful man, he would have interacted with a lot of people in his daily life - guests at his house, negotiations, really a constant stream of visitors, not to mention being constantly surrounded by servants. his life, unlike his death, was probably a far cry from lonely and forgotten.

one other thing we don't really get a sense of in ghosts is the ghosts' family. does the captain have siblings? did mary have a close relationship with her parents? did humphrey have children? we get some answers to these - we see pat and julian's relationships with their families, and we know fanny must have had kids - but with mary and humphrey in particular, we never really get a sense of what their families looked like beyond one or two relatives. we don't see kitty's cousins; we don't see mary's children; we don't see thomas' siblings. and so on, and so forth.

it's just part of how the show is structured, not an intentional flaw, but i do think we sometimes exaggerate the extent of the ghosts' lives. many of these people were surrounded by friends and acquaintances! we just don't see it so much, because those people are all very dead. the only place this is really preserved and present in the show is in the plague ghosts' friendships, which give us an idea of their very communal and interdependent lives. oh, and robin's tribe. and the incest...

it's easy to forget the ghosts' lives when they've been dead for so long, but i think we do them a disservice when we ignore the majority of their pasts to focus on one aspect of their relationships.

[legendofmorons]

If your taking request of one shots can ya make one about Wolfie and spooky? I'm reading thro ur Master list and loving spooky 😹😻

Hi! Im so excited to write this. I'm always thrilled to write for Spooky. I'm sorry this took so long.

Spooky + wolfie

Pairing: Wolfe & Spooky

Rating: G

Summary: a look into the relationship between the animal companions of the chain

Warnings: none

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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You bringing Spooky the loveable panther in has changed many things for the better. And as wonderful as you are, this story is about Spooky and their ties to Wolfie.

Twilight isn't as fond of Spooky as some of the others at first. So obviously, Wolfie isn't that sold either.

But he warms up to the big cat, Spooky is awesome and helps hunt when they need it. So, as long as the panther pulls it's weight Twilight is happy.

The evening breeze flows through the trees lazily as Wolfie comes to camp.

He finds the others around the fire, but his gaze is drawn to Spooky, who has sprawled themselves across Wind's lap.

Cute.

Wolfie just makes his way over and flops down beside Wind and Spooky. It's warm enough here.

Wind just goes about eating his dinner.

Spooky looks to the wolf, almost asking where he's been.

Wolfie just gives a nod to the woods. It's easier than trying to explain it all to them.

Spooky seems unimpressed but dosen’t push it. There's no reason.

Rustling draws the attention of both the wolf and the panther.

Wolfie and Spooky are moving in tandem without any coordination. They're mauling the lynel trying to ambush them.

Growling, snarling, and other wrathful sounds draw attention.

It's no use, though, with Wolfie ripping at the legs and Spookie ripping out the jugular, the beast stands no chance.

"Good kitty!" Wind declares loudly.

"Good, Wolfie too." Legend draws with that smug tone he so often has.

Wolfie gives him a dirty look.

It's not until after they finished the Lynel off and cleaned up that Wolfie finally decides her does genuinely like Spooky.

And to celebrate that, Wolfie just flops himself down beside the panther as the fire slowly shrinks in size.

The others are all settled into bed aside from Wild, who is on the first watch tonight.

Spooky just cleans Wolfie off, having accepted him into their heart too.

And hey, Wolfie has a friend he can really rough house with!

[posebean]

more rinkittys from the brilliant minds of bean and sana at ungodly hours

mostly kitty lore

more on rinkitty au

if formatted weirdly its because we literally played rinky tennis and popcorned everything in discord @sanaimissyou ily

NIKU KITTEN LORE

niku was at the cat cafe/adoption place because she was found with parents nowhere to be found hungry and small very very small (kinda like someone we know-) and so she knows what being alone is like and one day when she sees two people sit in and everyone else swarms one of the guys while the other is just. all alone and she doesn't like leaving people alone and for some reason she feels the need to go up to him so she breaks from the crowd and goes over on her little kitten paws and mewls , rubs her head against his knee "hi i'll be your friend" and when rinne sees her he cries

When Niki makes him leave her he tells her “I’ll come back for you” and she believes him and he visits her every now and then so she doesn’t forget him but she doesn’t really register what’s happening every time since she’s so small

Cat melodrama

It’s like 3 AM and there’s meowing in the living room and they think it’s just Niku with the zoomies but no she’s talking to a whole other cat

whole other cat is an alley cat that just passed by one day and saw her and Instantly fell in love and keeps trying to talk with her but Niku is having None of it

He keeps coming by and she eventually just warms up to him because he is. Kind of cute and very charming

the rizz is working

She saves some of her food for him sometimes ‘cause she learned to share food from her dad (Niki) 

niki: niku why arent you finishing your food 

niku: pacing around in front of the window, looking for other cat

Other cat comes by sometimes during the day when Rinne and Niki are out and other cat (she just calls him Nya-kun now ‘cause he doesn’t really have a name) offers to take her on a little city adventure since she doesn’t go out besides a small neighborhood area when Rinne and niki take her on walks

he takes her to his favorite spots and shows her so many things she has never seen and each place they stop at she falls a little more in love (nya-kun is already so in love he cant fall even more hes at full love)

He drops her off at home and she’s just so happy and purring and everything and good kitty things and Rinne and Niki have no idea why she’s like this but they can’t really complain

he comes by again and takes her out and it goes well at first but then they get into a fight with some other alley cats that does not go well; niku is okay and a little shaken but nya-kun is hurt and bleeding

She brings him back to the apartment and kinda tears some things and drawers apart looking for the first aid kit that she’s seen Rinne and Niki use and she’s trying her best to patch him up but Nya-kun’s sitting there thinking and kinda regretting everything ‘cause she got put in danger

nya~kun: i love her. I Love her. But I'm just an alley cat. she has a loving home, she doesn't belong out there. not on the streets. not with me. she's beautiful and everything ive ever dreamed of but i have to let her go. 

niku panicking while trying to patch him up : nya-kun please stay my dads will help i dont know what to do but theyll know ! where are you going? theyll help you, i know they will!

Nya-kun says this isn’t gonna work out for them because she’s just not a street cat, it’s not safe for her out there and she should stay here, where she has a loving home and people who love her, and he thanks her for spending time with him and putting up with him and he leaves And Rinne and Niki come home like “Niku what the fuck happened you’ve never done this” ‘cause everything’s still a mess and she’s just sitting there 

for the next few days she's so, so, sad at first she thinks he'll come by but he doesn't and doesn't the next day and doesn't the day after that or after that or after that but she still waits by the window with her food unfinished waiting for him and rinne and niki notice and are so worried because their baby is hurting and they have no idea why

In all her alone time she realizes that she had no say in his decision to leave her alone, and that it isn’t fair ‘cause he made the decision for her when she didn’t want it in the first place so she makes her own choice to go look for him A là “It’s my life I get to choose” Niki-style

so one day when she gets the confidence and niki and rinne are out at work she nudges the window open and jumps out and runs to every place she can remember him taking her , his fav spot by the pachinko, his fav place to take shelter in, etc, until she finds herself back in the same alley and face to face with the alley cats that had attacked them before. the alley cats recognize her and seeing that her companion isnt with her move to attack her for revenge because though he got hurt, he left a. number on them

Nya-kun jumps in at the last second and fights them off and he’s like “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here you don’t belong here!” (This is all in meows by the way) And Niku’s like “Even if I don’t belong here, you belong with me!” She can’t stand the thought of him fighting for his life while she’s just living comfy so she finally begs him to come home with her ‘cause

 “Dad and dad will love you!!” 

“How do you know that!?”

 “Because I love you!!”

he's so absolutely speechless and starts sobbing (in meowspeak) and is like i love you but im just a street cat, and niku is like if you love me you will come home with me please and nya-kun FINALLY finally breaks down and moves forward slightly closes his eyes touches his nose to her's and gives out a breathless "okay"(meow) and she takes him home and they slip in through the window and sit in the living room cuddled up together waiting for her dads to come home

Anyways yeah that’s how they got the second cat (Rinne and Niki have no idea any of this happened btw [time period unspecified]) and Nya-kun is now called Rinnya-kun but Niku still calls him Nya-kun

and theyre still in love

another thing about niku being so tiny when she was at the cafe is that she doesn’t remember the one other friend she had at the cat cafe that was a tiny orange cat who ran away

that tiny cat was her only friend but he hated being in the cafe and ran away and she barely remembers anything but only knows she felt comfortable in that short time and for some reason the tall red haired guy reminded her of that cat

when the entire B plot ends up being more emotionally charged than the main plot

This entire thing is literally just Rinnya meeting his in-laws

and falling in love with he kitty wife

All cat dialogue is just meows with subtitles

“How do you know that!?” “Because I love you!!” 

"Meow meow meow meow meoww?!" "Miaou miao mewl MIAOUW"

Imagine being someone walking by on the street like “what the hell is goin on over there”

Also Rinne and Niki have no idea ANY of this happened

MISC 

Rinnya has a scar from that first fight since he left and didn’t let it heal properly and whenever Niki’s petting him he’s like “man where’d you get this scar from buddy”

niku takes time to lick it gently everytime they r cuddling. to show that she is thankful 4 him everyday and loves him so much

Licks are the kitty equivalent of kisses (which Rinne is. Still constantly shaming him for) but nose touches are way more personal for them

man literally went thru hell for her he deserves to be a slut (saved her life)

Rinnya: What the hell is a marriage is why is there no kissing before it, what is a “wife” Niku: I dunno, but dad calls dad his wife so I guess that means someone you just really really love a lot 

Rinnya: I suppose you’re my wife then

niku: i guess i am~

niki: rinne-kun why are you slutshaming the cat again

rinne: u dont understand niki they are breaking the sanctity of marriage

niki: rinne-kun. they're cats. they dont understand the concept of marriage 

rinne: 

niki:. rinne-kun. they literally have CHILDREN 

rinne: 

niki: (sighs) will it make you happier if we throw them a mini ceremony? ill call kazehaya-kun 

rinne: NO they are not marrying before us 

Niki:

 niki: but then they'll be still doing that thing you dont like 

rinne: 

rinne: niki never said no to us eventually marrying :) 

niki: 

niki: why do i love a man so stupid

Niki: Hey did you give Niku too many treats again, he looks like he’s getting rounder Rinnya: ……does dad not know you’re a girl

Rinne: ……OH uhhhhh Niki I forgot to tell you something—

rinnya: oh god i knew he was stupid (rinne) i didnt think it could get worse

they meet 14/17 (cat years)

11 months and 1 year and 3 months respectively

all the big stuff happens (when rinnya finally comes to live with her) 18/21 (cat years)

1 year and 4 months and 1 year and 8 months respectively

5 human month slowburn / 4 cat years slowburn

It takes place from the tail end of spring throughout the summer

8/03 when he finally lives with them

Rinnya is petty enough to call Niki dad and Rinne just Rinne

When they get married it’s “dad and his husband”

CW ANIMAL DEATH

the first time rinnya calls rinne dad is the last meow he says, a small "thanks dad"

Niku’s last little meows

To niki: stay happy with Dad, Dad

To Rinne: It’ll be okay, Dad

To Rinnya: I love you.

sad kitties cuz i like being in pain i guess

[yanguazalie]

Author's Note: After three years of sitting on this (can you tell by how old the cover looks? lol), I've finally made the small illustrations I wanted to and now I've finally posted my first fanfic! May you enjoy some fluffy Kandy angst under the cut!

Kitty's secretive love for Mandy grows daily, sprouting like a flower through a jagged crack in the ground. She has endless opportunities to be open about her love, and yet she prefers to keep it under wraps. Is there something bigger you want to avoid, Kitty?

"Alright, so this next one's Jonathan... Oh I know Jonathan! He's the artist-slash-model, he's cute. I didn't know he liked you."

"He does! So then the issue was whether I'd hang out with Harley or with Jonathan. We could have hung out together but both wanted me to themselves, and I can't blame them!"

"Gosh how can you keep track of so many suitors? You should just stick with one like me."

"Well you know the saying, 'Plenty of fish in the sea,' Gonna catch them all and taste every one of 'em!"

"Is that what the saying means?"

On a late afternoon at the Institute of Perfection, the Spy Girls: Kitty, Lydia, and Tuesday were sitting on the raised benches along the path, where other dolls were passing by, whether to finish their remaining classes, to meet with friends, or just ditch. The Spy Girls were in the third category; they managed to get away with it more often, for one reason or another.

Lydia was gossiping to Tuesday about her current romances; she was such a socialite, so open to other dolls, if not for Lou being in charge she'd have the whole Institute at her feet. Instead she just had a growing group of dolls trying to woo her for undivided attention.

While they were chatting, Kitty was sitting next to them, looking the other way, lost in thought, about a girl... About Mandy.

Kitty was pretty responsible about leaving her heart at home. Her utmost priority, as any doll, was to graduate from the Institute and be paired with her kid. She handled all her courses with ease, most preferably the obstacle course- she and her Spy sisters were the best at it. Other classes were her second-favorites if Mandy was in them, but even Kitty knew to control herself around her.

Mandy was also very devoted to her courses, maybe even more so because of her myopia, which she had to keep under wraps from everyone. All three of the Spies knew that she wore her glasses during her free time; that was the one bit of confidence between them all, and it was far more than they would do for other dolls. So with her devotion, Mandy wasn't ever the first to chum around with other classmates, lest she catch negative attention from the staff-bots and soon from Lou.

Kitty most often found this as a chance to be beside her when they happened to have classes together, and stare at her for as long as she could with contentment. Mandy wouldn't have noticed, being so focused on the lessons, and this was exactly how Kitty wanted it.

However, her heart snuck out of the house this time, and made Kitty a lovesick doll by the end of the day. On this day, Mandy was in ALL of her classes up until this last one. And for one reason or another, Mandy took initiative to talk with Kitty! Kitty deep down was caught off-guard by her sudden friendliness, but on the outside she mirrored the mood as if it were a natural occurrence.

Mandy was all smiles throughout her classes, all while chatting with Kitty about little things, and helping each other through the courses, cracking jokes here and there, even trying to contain their giggles when it started becoming too much. There wasn't any mention on why Mandy was acting so relaxed, but Kitty was all for it. Being one-on-one with her like this, Kitty liked pretending that she was "hanging out with her girlfriend" and that put her on top of the world.

"You did it flawlessly, Mandy," Kitty mumbled to herself.

Lydia and Tuesday only heard her slightly and paused to see if she was going to say anything else. When all she did was sigh and continued to look onward, the two returned to their gossiping. Without knowing her current mood they knew she wouldn't be interested in talk about boys or quick hookups anyway.

"You really think so? I slipped a few times," Kitty imagined Mandy replying.

"Oh no no, you were great! You were so confident how could anyone notice..."

Lydia and Tuesday were too enthralled in their own conversation at this point to pay attention to their distracted sister. They were missing quite a show as Kitty quietly giggled to herself, swinging her legs back and forth out of pure happiness. Outside of the Spies' shared home, Kitty was never this loose with her manners. Only a few of the passing dolls noticed the usually sassy spy's sudden giddiness, but they knew to keep it to themselves and maybe a trusted friend later- otherwise one or all three of the spies would stick it to them if they gave the wrong notion.

"I know we're in the open," Kitty thought for Mandy again. "but do you think it'd be too much to hug each other right now? Whether or not it's because I'm a child's doll, I've been in quite a tizzy today and could use it to calm down."

"Oh you're being quite silly today," Kitty replied to herself. "Of course we can't hug! As much as I'd want to..." Within her daydream she saw Lydia's hand resting on the bench out the corner of her eye. Still neither Lydia nor Tuesday were paying attention.

"I figured as much... But... what if you kissed my hand? Then others would just think we're practicing etiquette right? Please, Kitty..."

"Oh I'd LOVE to kiss your hand, my dear girl! I'll make it count for your sake."

It wasn't until Lydia felt her hand being raised did she finally take notice to Kitty, and Tuesday noticed as soon as Lydia stopped talking. The both of them being out of the loop, just watched Kitty gently lift her sister's hand, becoming squicked at her raising it to her face, followed by a loud shout of disgust as the pink-haired doll enchantingly pressed her lips against the defenseless hand.

"Kitty, what are you DOING?! Gross!!" Lydia snatched her hand away, vigorously shaking off any "cooties" before wiping the tainted back of it on Tuesday, who responded with swatting it away from her.

Kitty, finally snapped out of her spell stared wide-eyed at Lydia, stunned by her own unorthodox behavior and feared them catching on.

"What? You don't want me kissing your hand?" Kitty said, trying to change the mood.

"No!" Lydia shouted. "Neither you or Tuesday can kiss my hand- ANYWHERE!" Lydia shuddered all over. "Cheeks are okay but those are only sometimes- UGH, I still feel it on me!"

"Oh calm down, I was only teasing," Kitty lied. "You act like EVERYONE is pining for you, I was getting tired of it."

"Well if you want to 'tease' me, don't make it so icky," Lydia replied. "Getting unexpectedly kissed has to be the grossest thing..." Lydia smirked rethinking the idea. "Well, most often."

"I wouldn't mind Lou unexpectedly kissing ME," said Tuesday, a big smile coming across her face at the thought of him. "I dream of the day!"

"Well dream in one hand and cry in another and see which fills first," Lydia said sarcastically. 

"You're being such a hater right now," Tuesday said, peeved for only a moment.

"You wouldn't want Lou to kiss your hand?" asked Kitty, trying to lighten her stunt again.

"Heck no!" Lydia protested. "He's so bossy. And he's too old!"

"No he's NOT!" Tuesday snapped. "You're as young as you're made! Don't call Lou old. And he's only bossy to YOU because you keep ignoring him." Lydia mockingly stuck out her tongue.

"Would you let Amaya kiss you?" Kitty started again.

"Oh yeah, that's fine!" Lydia said as she bounced in approval. "Anyone but you two and Lou can kiss me."

"So then you'd let Charles kiss you?"

"Yup!"

"Even Arnold?"

"Yes!"

"Sarah?"

"She kisses everyone but yes to her too! I'm telling you, anyone but you three."

This made Kitty irresponsibly suspicious. "Would you let Mandy kiss you?" She stingily asked.

"Yea- wait, MANDY? Why would SHE kiss me?"

The two dolls looked at Kitty, waiting for an answer. Kitty realized her attempt to redirect the conversation failed, and she looked away- as if that gesture alone was enough to keep their gears from turning: Why did she bring up Mandy? Mandy was close enough to all of them, but Lydia never liked her romantically, nor has Mandy ever acted any sort of way toward her to peak her interest. If anything, Mandy had more in common with...

"Ooooohhh!" The two caught on. Then they started laughing, realizing their sister's weird behavior all made sense.

"You don't have to worry about me, Kitty!" Lydia reassured. "Mandy's all yours."

"Ugh," scoffed Kitty.

"Kitty likes Mandy~♪" Tuesday chimed in.

Kitty crossed her arms and looked away from the both of them, all annoyed and embarrassed. Lydia looked at her lovingly, knowing how much Mandy meant to her and how much she loses herself at the thought of the four-eyed Polymath-slash-Model had her melting at the cuteness. Tuesday couldn't help but giggle since Kitty always acted so flawless in public, and yet here she is getting all defensive about her crush after acting so foolish.

"Looks like your affection can't be contained anymore," Lydia confirmed. "You should just tell Mandy how you feel!"

"...I don't want to," declined Kitty.

"Why not?" asked Tuesday. "The sooner you tell her the sooner she'll notice you and the sooner she'll love you back! Since I told Lou I loved him, it's way easier to get his attention and win him over."

"You mean TRY to win him over," Lydia corrected.

"He's coming around!"

"But Tuesday's right, Kitty. You have a VERY clean shot with Mandy. The two of you get along so well when you're one-on-one! You're both nerdy, like and dislike a lot of the same things, and your chemistry is so adorable!"

Kitty irked at the 'adorable' part. "Why would you say that? Have you been WATCHING me with Mandy?"

"GIRL, of course I have! Tuesday too!" Tuesday nodded proudly. "The fact you didn't know shows how good of spies we are."

"...It's not worthwhile," she said with deflated energy. "I'm fine with the way things are. And it's better this way. So I deserve to delve in daydreams like these, aren't I?"

"What do you mean?" Tuesday asked concerned.

"It's just-"

"Hey Mandy! MANDY!!" Lydia suddenly shouted. Kitty and Tuesday turned their heads to where Lydia was looking, and saw Mandy fast-walking down the path, nearly passing them.

Mandy heard her name and turned to where it came from. She squinted her eyes toward the direction, but it was all an heinous blur without her glasses. If not for the brightly colored hair of the three, she wouldn't have been able to recognize the Spy Girls.

"Hey girls!" Mandy shouted back.

"Come over here!" Lydia urged.

Mandy slightly hesitated since she was rushing to her final class, but walked over anyway.

"What's up?" Mandy asked once she made it to them.

"Girl, where you've been? I haven't seen you all day!" Lydia said, easing her in.

"We had classes all day," Mandy reminded.

"But even with the random schedules Lou gives us to 'keep us on our toes,' I see you at least once a day, in class or walking to the next one, or on days with Lou.

"I suppose? I've seen Kitty all day, though!" Mandy gave a big smile as she glanced over to Kitty. "Isn't that right?"

Kitty was becoming uncomfortable between her sisters teasing her and then Mandy being chummy toward her in front of them.

"Uh-huh," Kitty forced out of herself, staring at Mandy, frozen.

"Is that so?" Lydia said, clearly becoming intrigued.

"Yeah!" Mandy happily said. "We've been having class after class together!"

"Oh REALLY??" Lydia and Tuesday said in unison. 

"She's been my companion up until the last one. It's been fun!"

"Yeah? She's been your right-hand gal?" asked Lydia. "How's she been?"

As Mandy happily spouted all the things she and Kitty had done without a second thought, both Lydia and Tuesday observed Kitty, who was doing her best to deflect their stares. But Kitty couldn't help herself as she listened to Mandy and started smiling, noticing the joy in Mandy's voice simply because she was around her all day. For a brief moment she pretended she was being "praised by her girlfriend" and everything was pure bliss.

"Kitty can be so helpful!" Lydia promoted. "That's why she's the leader you know. She makes a VERY good PARTNER too." Kitty sneered at her for her shameless coaxing, wanting to push her over. Mandy didn't seem to catch on to that last part.

"Absolutely!" she replied, looking over to Kitty again, with her lovely and honest smile, her gold-colored eyes glimmering to match. Kitty couldn't help but smile back. She really loved this doll.

"Oh! Mandy!" Tuesday suddenly burst out. "I remembered something just now! Lydia's hands are bigger than all of ours! Almost like a boy's."

"Crazy girl, what're you spouting?" Lydia asked, feeling near-insulted.

"It's true! Mandy, the three of use sleep next to each other at night-"

"Tuesday, don't tell her that!" Kitty snapped. "Jeez!"

"Nah, I told her already," said Lydia. "When she came to our 'Elite Girls' slumber party, remember that night? Lou invited himself?"

"Hm-hm, we got to draw on his face after he passed out."

"And he went home without checking the next morning." Kitty and Lydia snickered mischievously together.

"Yeah, Lydia told me," Mandy confirmed. "It was after you two went to sleep. But it's nothing to be embarrassed about; We're children's dolls. Sleeping next to someone can be soothing."

"See Kitty? Even Mandy knows what it's all about!" Lydia then whispered in Kitty's ear, "She'll gladly sleep next to YOU." Kitty sneered at her again, then ramming her elbow into her- Lydia let out a small whine.

"ANYWAY," Tuesday resumed. "That's when I noticed the sizes! Lydia's are the biggest and mine are the smallest."

"My hands are NOT big!" exclaimed Lydia. "Put 'em up! Lemme se- Oh... they are."

Mandy chuckled. "That actually makes sense," she said. "Since you're 'Combat Princess' they would need to bigger. Makes it easier to throw good swings!"

"Wild... Mandy let me see yours then! Oh! Tuesday's ARE smaller!"

"Are they? Tuesday, let me see. Oh they are, a little bit. Maybe because you're 'Gadget Princess,' your hands need to be smaller for when your tinkering with electronics!"

Tuesday scoffed. "Small hands are for cute dolls. That's all it is! But now that's two reasons!"

"But you're all cute!" Mandy remarked. "If Lou has anything to say about it."

"But I'm the CUTEST! That's why my hands are smaller."

Kitty could already see where this weird game was going. Was this Tuesday's sneaky plan to spark a romance... or maybe she got sidetracked remembering the hand-kiss earlier? Either way, Mandy looked over to Kitty, right on time. It was her turn.

"Kitty, what about us?" Mandy asked as she went over to her. 'What about us' she says. Kitty couldn't stand it!

But even if she couldn't, she lifted her hands to avoid suspicion. Mandy pushed her own hands right against hers. This really was the first time they ever touched hands, and this Spy Girl's mind became foggier with every second that passed...

Kitty instantly became flooded with the urge to lace their fingers together and never take them apart. Mandy's hands already felt so soft when they had slid up against her pale fingers, they'd be even softer to squeeze. Suddenly, Mandy's cherry-scented perfume became even more intoxicating, even though she was pleasantly smelling it through their classes all day. It took everything in her to not just grab this doll's hands and take a full whiff of the cherry scent that came off of them. Instead she fought hard not to breathe, but then her heart pounded, whether because of holding her breath or the restraint to just smell the scent again. '"If I were your girlfriend it'd be so easy," Kitty thought.

"You have the same sized hands!" said Tuesday.

"Talk about a PERFECT match!" said Lydia.

"That's so cool!" Mandy observed. "It must be because we have so much in common, right Kitty?" She continued holding her hands against Kitty's as she examined how they fit together.

Lydia and Tuesday looked on excitedly. Mandy must have felt something for Kitty if she said that, right?

"I-it's because I'm 'Strategy Princess' right? I'm the middle ground for our team!" Kitty could feel herself getting dizzy, even though she'd been sitting this whole time.

"Well maybe... It's still really neat since we get along, you know?"

"Yeah it's... neat."

Mandy's smile grew with the affirmation. Then she sighed in satisfaction. "I've been in a really good mood today," she said, looking out at the sky over the far wall of the institute. "The day started like any other, but I still felt really happy... Maybe because I was going to have the pleasant surprise of hanging out with one of my friends all day. I usually only see the three of you once a day for our classes. Some days I don't see you at all. I won't count the days we spend together with Lou."

"You and Kitty are BEST friends," Tuesday said innocently. "Because you get along the best!"

"We do, don't we? That's why I've been so happy then. Because I got to hang out with YOU, Kitty!"

"It makes me glad to hear you say that," Kitty tiredly confessed before indirectly shooing her away. She took her hands back and said, "You should get going! We'll see you later."

"Oh right! It's always fun talking to you girls, I never get to do it. See you later then!"

"Byyyee," said Tuesday and Lydia as Mandy dashed off, somewhat disappointed in Kitty for ending it so abruptly.

Once she got farther from the three, Lydia and Tuesday couldn't stop squealing to each other. Then they hovered over to Kitty, shaking her and standing her up to get her as excited as them.

"Come ON, Kitty! Jump! Dance!" Lydia affectionately pinched her sister's pink cheek, which she promptly snapped away from. "Do SOMETHING! Mandy said she was happy because of YOU!"

"I have ears, Lydia," Kitty was sounding more miffed than excited.

"We make SUCH a good team!" Tuesday hopped over to Lydia, grabbing her hands in a job-well-done.

"I KNOW! That was crazy, it worked so beautifully. But with these two it handles itself."

"That's enough," Kitty said weakly. But the two were too excited to hear her.

"What should we try next?" Tuesday asked in suspense.

"Ooh! Maybe you can hack into whichever robot puts the schedules together, then they can share all their classes every day!"

"That's a pretty detailed job. I think I can handle it! What if we do another slumber party, but we don't tell anyone?"

"Like kidnapping Mandy so Lou doesn't catch on? I like the way you think!"

"You guys," Kitty tried again.

"Or we can set up a tea party for the two of them! I can get the Bakers-slash-Models to make all their favorite things! They'd do anything for me you know."

"I can arrange the music! I know so many love songs."

"Yes, YES! Those two are so good at dancing."

"Guys," Kitty said with a deeper tone, shaking.

"We come up with such good plans. Kitty, what do you wanna-"

"I want you guys to drop it, OKAY?!"

The Institute suddenly fell silent. The pathway had cleared as all the dolls already left, and any other lively thing in the vicinity no longer made a sound as Kitty's burst of anger spread over everything. Tuesday and Lydia finally quieted down. Though they weren't too sure how to respond now.

"I don't know why you BOTH are so up in arms about this," Kitty continued to exclaim. "I'm the leader, aren't I? I know what's going to work better than the two of you using all your braincells! Don't you think if I KNEW it would work I'd be all over the situation without you butting in?!"

"You know it WON'T work?" Lydia cautiously asked.

"YES! There's no doubt it won't work!" 

"But at home..." For as naïve as Tuesday could be at times, she knew Kitty's immodesty with her love behind closed doors too well. She felt deeply that the team-leader was hurting herself by being seclusive about her true love. "You write Mandy's name in cursive all the time because you said you want to see how pretty it could look. And you draw you and her together sometimes. You sing love songs thinking about her, I know you do. Don't you want Mandy to know?"

"What for? Even if she liked me back, we could only be together for as long as we're here. Once we all graduate, I'll never see her again. I don't want something temporary like you two do. And... what if she were to turn me down instead, while we're still here? I've run it through my head and I would still want her all the same... I'd look at her the same way and think of her the same way, and she'd notice it this time. How distracting it'd be with as much as she has on her plate.

"She has to be good at ALL the occupations since she's a polymath, on top of the etiquette lessons everyone has to take, and she's an elite doll so it's even more important- I, I think? I don't know why Lou yells at her all the time- we've done worse. She does everything fine, she has to because she can't see without her glasses! We ditch class all the time while Mandy has to go to every single one in case Lou turns up. He hasn't shown up today but what if he did while she was slacking with me? He'd yell at her in front of everyone and I can't be by her side or else I'd get the three of us in trouble, too! And Mandy would think it's her fault because Lou was already mad at her, a-- and---"

Lydia and Tuesday started noticing the pain expressed in her breaking voice.

"I won't add on to her problems if being her friend is enough. Either way, I'd have my heart broken, whether we split up or if she rejects me. I could break hers even more if I led her on. The three of us will leave together, and who would she have? That must already sting... None of this is right."

"You got to touch her hand," Lydia said, trying to bring Kitty back to a better mood; The way her sister beat herself up over the perfect execution, it's all she could say that seemed the least stressful to her.

"I'd rather have held it!" Kitty replied. "If it were up to me though, I wouldn't have done it at all. Now my head and my stomach hurts like crazy just remembering it."

"It'll be okay," said Tuesday. "It's a good thing we're ditching, right?"

Kitty nodded and covered her face with her hands, either from exhaustion or to keep from crying.

Lydia put her hand on her trembling sister's shoulder. "We'll drop it," she said. "You ready to head back?"

Kitty quietly nodded again. Tuesday took hold of her hand, Lydia wrapped her arm around her, all together walked off the path returning home.

[jjungkookislife]

Kissing Kitty

pairing: good kitty!taehyung x f. reader

genre: f2l, fluff

summary: a memory of you and Taehyung getting together

wc: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, crude jokes 

date: December 30, 2022

“This is dumb,” Taehyung protests as he stands beside his brother, Seokjin. 

“It’s only for five minutes. I just need a break and some more ChapStick and maybe a mint. Running the kissing booth alone is hard work,” Seokjin sighs as he pops open his strawberry ChapStick to reapply it. 

Taehyung sighs heavily. “Five minutes?” 

“Five minutes,” Seokjin rolls his eyes at his brother. “Look, it’s for a good cause and Jungkook is running late. I’ll be close.”

Taehyung nods, swallowing his nerves as he stands behind the booth. It’s a lot later in the evening and he had planned to meet up with Jungkook, but he was nowhere to be found. 

“Don’t forget the blindfold!” Seokjin calls as he retreats. Taehyung groans, cursing as he lifts the black silk material and ties it behind his head. 

“This is stupid,” Taehyung grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He’s not even quite sure why he agreed to come to the fall festival with Jungkook in the first place. 

After all, it had only been a few days since he’d last seen you and he noted you’d been acting weird. He had confided in Jungkook about his feelings toward you and maybe you had picked up on it. Taehyung had known you for years, ever since you stepped into his computer literacy class during his sophomore year of high school. You hadn’t had many friends back then, and you clicked with Taehyung and his best friend, Jungkook, almost immediately. 

However, it wasn’t long before Taehyung fell for you. He did his best to keep his feelings platonic, but as the years passed by, his friendship slowly turned into love. Taehyung did his best not to let his feelings interfere with any aspect of your friendship, but he always felt he was being too obvious and would step back, only to fall under your spell once again. He could never tell you how he feels, it would just ruin your friendship, and he wasn’t willing to risk it. 

What Taehyung doesn’t know is that you feel the same way about him as he does you. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, you’d fallen head over heels. The fact that you became best friends so easily just cemented your feelings. You felt you were too obvious when it came to your crush on Taehyung. Too many longing looks sent in his direction, so much of his clothing in your closet, and too many love-sick sighs in his direction whenever you thought you were alone. 

You were never truly alone. 

No.

Because Jungkook was always around to catch those longing looks and hear those lovesick sighs. Which is how you ended up at the fall festival tonight with his cockamamie idea. 

“Hmm, you know, for someone running a kissing booth, you don’t look very approachable?” Jungkook grins as he approaches the pink and red booth, covered with hearts and little cupids. It certainly stands out from the rest of the booths that have followed a more autumn aesthetic.

“Eat my ass,” Taehyung huffs as he places his elbows on the booth and rests his chin in his palms. He hates that his vision is obscured. He’d love to give Jungkook the full effect of his death glare. 

“Say when and where,” Jungkook jokes, earning a swat from Tae, that he easily dodged. 

“Anyway, where have you been? It’s your fault I’m stuck here. Nobody has even come by since Jin’s been gone,” Taehyung pouts. Didn’t anyone want to kiss him?

“How is this my fault? You could have said no,” Jungkook shrugs. 

“You signed up to be here? Seokjin got tired of waiting. He said his lips were cramping up.” Taehyung attempts to roll his eyes, but is restricted by his blindfold. 

“Oh, yeahhhh!” Jungkook laughs. “I forgot!”

“I could end you!” Taehyung tries to swat at Jungkook but misses all his attempts. 

“You’re not making yourself very kissable right now,” Jungkook shakes his head. “Who’s gonna want to come up if you’re swatting at them like flies.”

“Kook,” Taehyung groans. “Why are you the way you are?”

“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” Jungkook sticks his tongue out before rounding the booth to hug Taehyung as hard as he can, ignoring Tae’s squirming. 

“Look alive,” Jungkook pats Taehyung on the back twice, a smirk on his lips. “We got a live one approaching, and she is smokin’!”

“Is she really smoking? You know I don’t like the smell,” Taehyung frowns. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “She’s a total hottie, and she’s heading this way! I gotta find Seokjin and check-in, but kiss away, bro!”

“Jungkook!” Taehyung frantically calls after his friend, suddenly nervous about kissing a stranger. 

“Hey,” Tae is greeted softly, and Taehyung furrows his brows. She sounds familiar?

“Hello,” Taehyung greets in response, ignoring the clamminess in his palms. “Is this your first time?”

A giggle greets his ears, and his heart skips a beat. He’s lost in his imagination if he thinks you’d be here.

“No, it’s not,” comes the response. “I actually had my first kiss with the man I love a few years ago. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

Taehyung is stunned into silence. For a moment, he thinks his heart will burst out of his chest and land in his hands. There’s no way this is happening. This has to be some cruel joke set up by Seokjin or Jungkook. 

“Taehyung?” The voice says his name so sweetly and there’s nobody else on this earth that says his name quite as you do. 

“Can I kiss you?” You ask with a bite of your lip as you stand directly in front of him. Taehyung gulps, nodding. “Yes, please.”

You smile to yourself, leaning forward and cupping his face in your hands. You don’t hesitate, not even for a second, as you press your lips to his. 

Taehyung skyrockets into the moon as he feels your lips press to his, gently kissing him and bringing back all those memories of your first kiss. It was silly back then, a stupid kiss made during a party game that you don’t even remember, but Taehyung has always cherished the memory, only making it harder for him to move on from you, only now…

“The man you love,” Taehyung says as he breaks away, cheeks flushed with heat and lips still tingling from your kiss. 

Gentle hands move upward on his face, carefully undoing the knot on the blindfold and removing it. You stand in front of him, gorgeous as ever, shying away from him when you set the blindfold down. 

Taehyung is in awe. You’re really standing in front of him. You’ve kissed him and said you love him. Oh, his mind is racing and his heart is malfunctioning as sweat beads on his forehead. 

“You love me?”

“I do,” you nod with a coy smile. “I have for a long time now and I never stopped thinking about our kiss.”

“Neither have I,” Tae admits, rubbing the nape of his neck as he looks you in the eye. “I’ve wanted to kiss you a lot since. I can’t believe this is happening!”

You giggle.

“I’ve loved you for years,” Taehyung blurts, cheeks turning pink as he rounds the booth to take your hands in his. 

“Good, otherwise I’m afraid Jungkook would have beaten you up,” you tease and point to the side where both Seokjin and Jungkook are peering around a corner. Taehyung curses, “I knew they were up to something.”

“Don’t be mad at them, I went along with it,” you laugh as you wrap your arm around Tae’s waist. He drapes his arm over your shoulders and kisses your forehead. 

“Only because I got to kiss you. But I want to take you on a date. I feel we’re long overdue. What do you think, love?” Taehyung asks, biting his lip before running his tongue over it. 

You melt a little inside, nodding. 

“Let’s go,” you say as you wave at Jungkook and Seokjin. They wave back, giggling as they head to the booth, grateful their plan worked. 

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[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, October 12th, 2024.

What happened last night? Not much. It was a pretty typical night for me. I ate dinner, cleaned the litter boxes, chatted with my dad for a bit, then went upstairs to listen to part of a podcast before getting ready for bed.

Who is the last boy you hugged? My dad.

What was the last thing you thought? I was trying to think of the last guy I hugged who wasn't my dad and realized I have absolutely no idea.

What are you thinking about right now? How one of my kitties would rather walk across my desk/keyboard than curl up on my lap. I think she's finally settling down, though.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? No.

Would you consider yourself spoiled? I would consider myself very fortunate to have the life I do, but I wouldn't consider myself spoiled.

What was the last text you sent? It was a text to my dad to let him know I was on the way home from the animal shelter earlier.

Do you break things when you are mad? I have in the past. Definitely not my proudest moments.

Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? I don't think I've ever worn a hoodie that wasn't mine.

Did something happen today that made you angry? Ever so slightly frustrated, but nowhere near angry.

What did you do today? I woke up shortly before 5:00am, watched some Youtube, took a shower and got dressed around 5:30am, ate breakfast while reading Youtube comments, got my bag ready, and then I sat in the family room and talked with my dad until 7:00am. Drove to the animal shelter and was there from around 7:20am-11:30am. Drove home, took a shower, had lunch (with yet more Youtube comment reading), cleaned the upstairs bathroom, and then picked out this survey to take.

What did you do Friday night? Last night was Friday night, so I already mentioned it above.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? Terrified.

Are you lying to yourself about something? I'm feeling confused/conflicted about certain things, but I don't think I'm lying to myself. I'm just trying to take the necessary time to figure out how I really feel.

Is your bed comfortable? It seems that way, but I often wake up stiff and achy. Maybe I'm just getting older, maybe it's my sleeping positions, or maybe I need a better pillow.

Does it take a lot to make you happy? No. The littlest things can bring me a lot of joy. Cuddling with my cats. Feeling cozy and cute in my favorite outfits. Shopping for and eating holiday treats. Snowy, rainy, or cloudy weather. Picnicking at the Mountain Park. All the kitties at the animal shelter. A relaxing drive while listening to classical music. Autumn leaves. New podcasts from my faves. Memes and silly videos from my best friend. Spending time with my dad. Etc.

Your best friend says to you now, “let's go to a party and get trashed!”? I would assume it was a joke, like there was an incoming punchline, because that's not something either one of us are inclined to enjoy.

Who knows mainly all of your secrets? My dad, my therapist, Oliver, and one of my ex-partners.

Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? There are a number of people "on my mind" thanks to this survey. It's not anyone specific. Some I can go a day without thinking about, and some I cannot.

What were you doing at 1 in the morning? I was sleeping.

If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? Several pillows and blankets, a book, and two of my kitties.

Were you single over last summer? Yeah.

Has anyone ever told you, you have pretty eyes? Yeah.

Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? No.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? I don't know. A few.

When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? The rainbow cat hide-away we have at the shelter. It disappeared for a while, but I found it again the other day…only for it to disappear again…

Is the person you last texted single? Yeah.

Was last night terrible? No. There was nothing terrible about it. It was just a normal, chill night.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Working At A Cat Café And Rei Is A Repeat Customer

No Pairing

Rating: G

Warnings: None just lots of kitty fluffy goodness

Word Count: 1.5k

(A/N:) I absolutely adore this anime!! I had to write for it cause I love Rei and Kazuki so be on the lookout for a Kazuki one later! I had this idea for Rei though and I am super inspired to write it! Also as a cat person I enjoy writing cats as they all have their own personalities and quirks. So Rei visiting a cat café does not seem like a far fetched idea to me! So hopefully y’all enjoy this as much as I did writing it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Growing up you were always fond of cats and had a few you adopted growing up. Now that you were older you found yourself drawn to working in cat cafés as you wanted to get as many cats adopted to good homes as possible. What you didn’t expect, working in this type of establishment, was that you would befriend some of the customers. You knew some people enjoyed coming to relax and unwind with furry friends while enjoying a beverage, but one certain individual came in with no facial expression and no words on his lips besides his usual order. He sat alone in a corner, desolate and alone besides the company of several cats. You never worried about the strange dark haired man hurting the café cats as he was always gentle and soft spoken when he did speak to them. While you didn’t know much about him and he was an enigma nobody could solve, a mystery that you found yourself intrigued by, you liked him. 

While you longed to go over and talk to him, your lack of courage wouldn’t let you. So you stayed behind the counter cleaning up little spills or nonexistent messes trying to find your moment to speak to him. It took a week for your moment to come. And that moment came by a little black cat that finally made a friend. Louie was one of the newer cats the café brought in to try to rehabilitate for adoption, as the shelter couldn’t make him comfortable enough to brave human attention. While you and the other waitresses tried your best to bring the black cat out of his shell, it was proving to be difficult as he showed no signs of calming down. Until one day this mysterious repeat customer held out his hand to a leery Louie. Without hesitation Louie stepped forward to sniff at the man’s fingers before leaping up into his lap. You almost dropped the glasses you were carrying to put up in the cabinet seeing such a progress in the normally frightened kitty. That’s when you finally made the move you’ve been wanting to.

“Louie really likes you,” you said gently keeping your body language relaxed to keep him from closing down. “He’s been having a hard time opening up to strangers. So it’s difficult to get him adopted.”

The man grunted in reply trying to shut you out enough that you would become discouraged with his lack of response and leave him alone. He didn’t plan on you scooting out a chair and taking a seat facing towards him. You reached out to stroke Louie’s ears lovingly. The cat flinched backwards and you cooed at him causing him to calm back down. The man sat stiff in his chair watching you warily as you stroked the black cat’s back.

“I’m (Y/N),” you looked back up with a small smile. “What’s your name?”

“Rei,” he replied after seconds of hesitation.

“Nice to meet you Rei,’ you said looking back at Louie. “I noticed you come here a lot and you’re so nice to the cats. I don’t worry at all when you’re around and honestly I feel safer when you come. I don’t know what it is but I do. I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable but just thank you. I hope you keep coming for Louie’s sake.”

Rei seemed to be searching your gaze trying to find any deception in you, but all he could see was a genuine person that cared about the cats you cared for and the man who was just here to enjoy the quiet company of the felines. Without another word or a reply from him you left, placing the chair back where you got it and went back to behind the counter. Rei watched you leave and once you turned around to notice him staring you gave a small little wave. Rei hurriedly turned away focusing back on Louie who was now purring softly.

Weeks went by and still Rei came as often as he was free too. It didn’t take long after Rei’s attention and work that Louie was adopted to a family who would love and care for the cat for the rest of his life. While you were happy to have another happy cat adopted, you couldn’t help but notice that the man you had become fond of since that day seemed to be pouting. While he paid the other cats attention he didn’t seem as happy as he had been when it came to Louie. It broke your heart a little until an idea popped into your mind. Telling the other waitress that you would be right back you went to the table Rei sat at absentmindedly playing with one of the most friendly tabby cats.

“Rei?”

He jerked up at the sound of his name and you apologized. His dark eyes waiting for the threat to come or whatever you had planned.

“I noticed that you seem kind of down now that Louie is gone,” you stepped closer causing him to lean backwards. You stepped back giving him his space. “I promise that we made sure he went to a really good home. But I think we have another kitty that could use your touch. She is really giving us problems trying to get her to the point where she can come out of the back and be placed with the other cats. She’s really skittish and a little aggressive. I’m afraid that if we can’t get her to handle human affection we’ll have to send her back to the pound and we really don’t want to. Would you mind coming to the back with me and see if you can work your magic?”

Your heart began to pound as you watched him quietly contemplate whether he wanted to or not. Finally the chance to meet a kitty that needed help won over and he nodded. Wordlessly picking himself up out of his chair he made a gesture for you to lead the way. You could have danced in happiness but you didn’t want to frighten off this cat’s last hope of getting adopted. In the back several clean cages lined the wall where cats that weren’t ready to join the group were housed. Rei noticed plenty of food and water for each individual kitty. But it wasn’t much work as there was only two back there.

“Most of the time the cats we receive are ready to go out and explore the café. But sometimes we’re the last line for cats to become adopted. Millie here has been returned a couple of times by the people who adopted her, so she’s having a hard time trusting humans. I don’t blame her. I can’t imagine thinking I finally have a home only to wind back up where I started. You were so good with Louie I thought you would have good luck with her too. You may be her last hope Rei. Do you think you can at least try?”

He was definitely listening to you but his gaze was strictly on Millie the gray cat cowering in the corner. Finally Rei nodded and you helped him open the cage. At first Millie was not having anything to do with what Rei offered until he stood still and left his hand reached out in the middle of the cage. He didn’t force her nor did he speak, just let her decide on her own. You couldn’t believe the patience he showed when it came to the frightened kitty and you could have shouted with glee when Millie finally stepped forward and sniffed at his fingers before Rei stroked her soft head. Millie calmed, rubbing her cheek against his rough thumb. You held your breath when Rei made the move to pick up the timid cat. She struggled at first until she calmed in his arms looking up at the man with trusting eyes.

“You’re amazing,” you breathed in wonder. Millie began to purr and tears pricked at your eyes. “Would you be willing to come more often and work with Millie? I think with your help we can finally give her the home she deserves right here at the café.”

Rei looked up from the cat towards you. The soft look in his eye caused you to suck in another breath. His dark eyes lightening with the joy of holding a cat like Millie. He nodded and you sighed in relief. This man, this quiet misunderstood man was becoming a lifesaver once again. You were thankful that he had come into the café you worked at. You felt like you had made a friend in the solitary person that was him. You couldn’t wait to see all that Rei could accomplish and despite him still standing in that room comforting a cat you were ready for the next time he stepped through that door coming to the rescue once more.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Missing You

A mini-continuation of my fic The Next Layer for @idiotwithanipad where her OC Amy moves on, as well as her follow ups Beyond The Water. Ft. my oc Silver.

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"Earth, water, fire and smoke, Persephone, I invoke." The nineteen year old ghost hisses as she rocks back and forth before the fireplace; "Earth, water, fire and smoke, Persephone, I invoke. Earth, water, fire and smoke-."

"Uhh...Moonah Girl?"

Silver ignores him. Can't lose focus. Have to concentrate. Extra important that she visualises her sacred space when she lacks actual physical tools for a ritual. All she has is the fire, crackling away in the hearth of the reception, appreciated by only a handful of hotel guests chatting in the armchairs, completely oblivious to the hysterical teen kneeling by the grate, or the caveman crouching behind her.

Throwing a worrisome look to his friends, most of them huddled in the doorway after having summoned him, as their own attempts to reach out to Silver proved fruitless, Robin waves at them all to leave him to it. She doesn't need Fanny, Cap, Thomas and Pat all gawping at her as if they're afraid she's about to summon a demon.

Or perhaps she is, for all he knows.

"What Moonah Girl do?" He asks, gently.

Silver bites her lip, repeating her mantra once more before responding, impatiently.

"What's it look like? I'm invoking Persephone." She answered, her eyes rather bloodshot, which was odd considering she'd only woken up from her month long coma several hours ago.

Robin nodded; "Oh. Who that?"

"Fu...Do none of you fucking listen to me?! She's the Queen of the Underworld, Goddess of the Dead!"

"Ah. Right. Her." He says, clearly placating her.

"If anyone can connect me to the next layer then it's her."

The caveman blinked; "Next layer?"

"That's what Kitty calls it, yes? Mary called it the Land of Suckings Off. Kitty's is easier." Silver stares into the flames and tries to imagine a doorway. Or, at the very least, a window.

That's all she wants. Is it so much to ask? Just to be able to see. To speak. Shit, she'll settle for just seeing her friend raise her middle finger at her.

"Earth, water, fire and smoke, Persephone, I invoke." The Pagan's head began to pound with the strain she was putting herself under.

"How long you plan to try this?" Asked Robin.

"As long as it takes!" She hisses back, throwing off his attempts to touch her shoulder.

Can't have any distractions. Can't lose focus.

The gods hate their invocations being interrupted.

"Sil'ver," Robin begins, sitting cross legged beside her; "You no think I try this? Many time over many years? I call out to Moonah to let me see friends and family?"

"Well maybe you weren't trying hard enough."

He winces at that. In the corner of her eye, she notices, and she feels sick with guilt for having wounded him. But her faith is all she has to cling to now.

The last time she prayed to the gods, truly reached out to them, they answered. Yes, she died, but after that she got what she'd always wanted. Friends. A family. A mum who loved her, for a couple of precious decades. Finally, she was part of something, and even when the one she loved most dear had left her, someone new came along within a few years who lit up the spark inside her again.

And now, after only a handful of years, she was gone too.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair.

Robin doesn't abandon her for her hurtful comment. He should do. He deserves better.

Amy deserved better....

"Stompy loss still hurt you, yes?"

"Of course it fucking hurts! None of you can understand! You're all pretty much over it now, aren't you?! It's been what, two months? Do you know how long ago it was for me?!"

"Can do math-."

"Two sleeps! It's not even been a week for me! A week since I lost my best friend!" Silver faces him, reddened eyes streaming with angry tears, making her eyeliner run in black lines down her cheeks. "So yeah, genius, it does still hurt!"

Every time she was pulled into her damed cursed sleep, she hoped that her dreams would bring her some relief. That a month of resting her grieving brain would have her waking feeling refreshed and at peace. No such luck. Instead, when she opened her eyes, she woke to a brief sense of bliss only for it to be snuffed out by the sudden memory of who had gone.

Even Kitty's optimism was too much for her. The Georgian missed their friend too, but she'd had these two months to mourn. The wound was still open and raw for Silver.

"We not all got over it." Robin tried to tell her.

"Oh whatever, I see you all, it's all back to normal! Back to your clubs and games, like she never fucking existed!"

"What you prefer? We cry and scream and call out to Percy Phone?"

"Persephone, and no, I don't give a fuck what you do but do but do you have to be so....so...Normal?!"

She wasn't ready for normal yet. She wasn't ready to accept there was a Button House where she wouldn't walk into the living room and not see Amy sat holding Humphrey's head on her lap. Or not giggle at the sight of her hiding in the corner watching an unsuspecting Julian, waiting for the perfect moment to jump out at him.

Silver never sleeps during her cycle. The one night owl she had who would stay up with her to at least 4 if not 5am each morning was her Monster chugging cohort. They would roam the halls or the land outside chatting about alternate bands and horror movies, sometimes peeking in on rooms to see if any of the guests were watching one.

She hates wandering at night alone now. She hates not having someone similar to her style to chat shit with. She misses watching her swear at Cap and Fanny. She misses...her.

When Robin lays his hand on her back this time, she doesn't shove him off.

Her focus is gone. No window is going to form. No doorway. Not even an old school AOL chat room.

Persephone isn't giving a fuck.

Silver let's out a sob and curls forward, Robin rubbing circles between her shoulders.

"There one other same as you, you know. Other ghost who still in pain." He tells her, "Moonah Girl should talk to him."

The Pagan sniffs and rubs her nose; "I...I can't...He doesn't wanna see me."

"He tell you that?"

"No, but...." Why would he want to speak to her? He barely left their....His room.

Fuck.

"Try. Grief share, grief half, yes?"

"I can't compare what I'm feeling to him, can I? He lost his daughter! I...We were just friends..."

"Nothing 'just' 'bout friends. Me cry for many friends gone, same tears as for children."

Silver wrapped her arms around her middle. It still felt wrong to intrude on Humphrey with her own loss, no matter if it was for the same person.

For years she'd been one of the people who had neglected to check in on Humphrey, same as the others. Amy always gave them Hell for it. Not her. She should have, Silver had been as bad as them, even if it had never been intentional.

"Just try. For me. Please, Moonah Girl. Then after, promise we try calling Percy Phone again together. Deal?"

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With a weight in her chest, Mary watched her darling girl pick herself up from the fireplace and drag her feet towards the stairs.

It hadn't been this painful to look through the magic mirror since her own suckings off. Silver had been asleep for that and Mary had checked in at first only to watch her peaceful slumbers on her bed. Blissfully unaware. That was until she woke, and watching her eventually break down in Robin's arms had broke Mary heart in twain.

That had been a struggle for her little'en to get over. But Alison had helped, as well as Robin and a few of the others. There was no Alison this time, and while Robin was doing his best, bless him, he could only do so much to comfort her.

Mary caresses the water with her fingertip as the image closed in on Silver's tired, dejected face, as she made her way up the stairs. If only her darling girl knew how close she was at this moment, practically stroking her cheek.

"Be strong, my sweetling. Yous can handle this. And we shall all bes together before we knows it." She knows the girl can't hear her, but she speaks all the same.

Even if just the faintest whisper crosses the veil to reach her ears. Just in case.

With a spring of pride, she watches her approach the door of the bedroom where young Amy had met her demise.

Where was the girl now? She had gone off after the posh ladyship who had vexed her so. Annie had gone to check if she was as good as can be. They both just wish they knew a way to lighten the child's spirits, to get her to want to enjoy the pleasures this blessed land has to offer.

But Mary knows how hard it be to appreciate heaven when the ones you love are left behind.

She watches Silver hesitate before the door.

"Go on, little'en. You gots this. Amy will be most thankfuls of it." Mary encouraged.

Silver called out; "Knock knock?"

Mary's hands flew up to cover her mouth. Did her darling girl hear her? In the deep layers of her head?

She glances up at the sound of a soft whimper.

"Oh. Yous come back to look in on your Mistress again?" She asks the black labradoodle with a red beard sat further up the bank.

The dog whines, settling down on her front and nosing the water. Mary often sees the poor hound come visit, seeming to know when she herself is looking in on Silver. Shuffling along, Mary reaches out to scratch the faithful mutt behind the ears. The dog that her little'en called Jess gives the laziest thump of her tail in thanks.

It did little to truly raise her spirits though, neither did infinite squirrels to chase and biscuits to munch on. She just wanted her Mistress.

"Yous a good pup." Mary praised, sharing her longing to be reunited with their Silver.

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"Come in."

Humphrey sounds less robotic than the last time she heard him speak. Still tired, a little grouchy.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" She asks, nervously.

"Oh, no, no sweetheart." He softens his tone for her as she enters; "Was just lost in my own world there. Everything all right?"

"Nope. Shit. You?"

Humphrey managed to give the teen a weak but coy smile; "Ditto."

Silver rubbed at the bare skin on her arm, looking awkward as she stood before the little head-chair Alison had made for Humphrey at Amy's request.

"You, uh, wanna sit down?" He asked.

"'Kay." She did so. On the floor.

"You can sit on the bed, Silver, love. It's not contaminated."

The Pagan shrugged; "Feels wrong. Like...disrespectful..."

She glanced up at the door where the ICP poster still hung, smiling at her almost mockingly. It had never creeped her out before this moment.

"You don't happen to know where He is, do ya?" No prizes for guessing who he meant.

She shook her head; "No. Do you want me to find him?"

"Don't worry. Last I heard, he was stomping around the golf course, throwing his arms about and trying to rip his...my clothes, making a right spectacle! Probably best to give him space."

Yes, the last time Silver had caught sight of Humphrey's body roaming around, it had seemed somewhat...distressed. As much as a person can be without the ability to scream or cry.

Fuck. If it was doing that then...was that what Humphrey wanted to do? Just go on a grief sticken rampage? Instead he was stuck indoors. Immobile.

"I...I'm sorry I haven't come to check on you." Silver muttered.

"Oh? Well it's hardly your fault, love, you were sleeping, I presumed. And rest of the time, you've been dealing with....Well. Same as me, I suppose."

Did he have to be so understanding? It sounded somewhat rehearsed. Held back.

"I...I've just been feeling so...guilty." She confessed, ironically feeling as though she was in a Catholic booth.

"Eh? What you got to feel guilty for?" Humphrey asked; "Weren't nothing we could have done to stop it if we were there to see her go. Robin's made that clear to me."

"It's not just that. I wasn't a good friend."

"Oh come off it-."

"I was barely here! All I do is fucking sleep! There were so many moments she'd tell me about when I woke up, when she'd suffered with her HS, or someone had said something to make her feel shitty. And where the fuck was I?! Asleep!"

"That ain't your fault. Amy knew that. You think she resented you or something, for being cursed?"

"I wouldn't blame her." Silver bit her lip; "I've never been good at making friends, much less keeping one. Best one I had when I was alive was my dog. Hahahaha. And I let her down too! She died waiting for me to come home and I never did!"

Tears flow down her cheeks as she crumbles forward.

"Oi, come on now. Last thing Amy would want is you beating yourself up like this. You know what she'd say, right?"

Silver took a moment, then sniffed. She rubbed at her eyes.

"Stop talking like a fucking idiot, Silv."

"Exactly. Perhaps a couple more swear words." Humphrey managed a smile.

Blaming herself was so easy. If this grief was a punishment then at least it made some sort of sense. If not then the Universe was just random and cruel.

She pushed herself up and dared to sit on the bed.

"....S'funny. I never tasted one of those Monster drinks. But I feel like I can smell it now." She smiled, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

"Hmm. I just picture a split mango covered in sugar."

They both let out a laugh, along with shedding more tears.

"Can I...D-do you mind if I...?" Silver hesitated.

She reached her arms out in a needy gesture towards Humphrey.

He blinked, then smiled warmly; "'Course not, love. Just not too tight, please, main reason I wanted some alone time here was because Kitty's been crushing me against her corset too many times lately."

"Well I ain't got a corset." Silver smiled, before reaching out to lift Humphrey out of his chair.

She sat against the headboard and hugged him lightly to her abdomen, fingers stroking through his hair.

"Wow. I can see why Amy liked this. Your hairs so soft!" She complimented.

"L'Oréal. Even I'm worth it."

That made Silver laugh. Her first one since before Amy left their little family. The realisation sent another wave of loss through her and she hugged Humphrey a little tighter.

"...I keep trying to reach out to her. Not just her but Mary too." Silver began to sob; "I really am trying, Humphrey."

"Well...I dunno for sure if you'll have any luck. But if it makes you feel better to try, go for it. If anyone can get through to the other side, it's our own Good Witch, right?"

She smiled at that. The fact that he didn't cast her off as crazy or desperate like the others, even Robin, made her feel a little better.

What good was being a witch if she couldn't use magic to talk to those she loved?

"Just don't go tormenting yourself. Neither Mary or Amy would want you getting sick." He tells her; "Neither would I, all right?"

Silver nods.

Fine.

"You wanna do me a favour, Silv?" Humphrey prompted.

"Yeah, sure. Anything."

"Good. Lay your head down. Have a nap or...as close as you can get. Your eyes look as red as the hole in my neck." He tells her, with almost a strict, paternal tone.

Silver shuffled, awkwardly; "I can go rest in the Suite if you-."

"You can stay. I...I think it's better neither of us is alone. Misery loves company and all that."

True. Silver settled herself down and rested on her side. She wouldn't be able to sleep but...she does need to rest her eyes. Just for a few moments.

One of her hands idily strokes the Tudor's head as he lays beside her, also closing his eyes.

"Humphrey." She whispered.

"Yes, love?"

"....Did I ever tell you she once referred to you as Dad to me?"

"I....What?"

Silver grinned; "It just slipped out. She was blushing redder than a strawberry when she realised. She made me promise not to say a word."

"...So you just broke that promise now?"

"Yep. That way if Ames has a problem with it, she can punch through whatever wall is between us and the next layer, and swear like a sailor to my face."

That made Humphrey chuckle.

"Let's hope so, kiddo. Let's hope."

[spookyserenades]

Dana!!! I hope you're feeling better and I can't thank you enough for giving us trouville for FREE!! We're truly spoiled with this story 😔 some thoughts:

- the Jimin moment was so sweet, I love our yeehaw boy. I'll kiss his boo boos away any day and i'd also sick him with the hello kitty bandaid too cuz we live an aesthetic lifestyle

- love the mystery gang team, so much development in their segment, its crazy what a late night van drive will do to people lol

- i like also got a headache when MC was thinking about how much a Disney trip for 8 people would cost. In THIS economy? Sorry Hoseok you're just gonna have to freeze. I know she must have a lot saved up from when she was a vet but paying for a house that big and for so many people? She's a money mastermind

- Alice is such a fun character, I'm glad she suggested making the boys jealous so they'd maybe be kicked into high gear, she's doing the lord work cuz we were all thinking it. What more shenanigans will this open us up to 🤔👀

- I stg I'm ot7 but jeezus trouville yoongi does in fact own my entire being, I want him in a way concerning to feminism and so does MC lol. That spicy part was everything but I was so scared someone would walk in on them but thankfully that didn't happen, I would have freaked!!!!

- Jin and MC cooking!!!! Thats my husband fr and speaking of which- WE GOT HIM BOYS, THATS ANOTHER ONE IN THE BAG!!!!!!!! WE'RE 2 FOR 7 ON BAGGING THE TROUVILLE BOYS!!! 😤😤😤 IT FEELs SO GOOD 😫😫😫 THE WAY I SCREECHED. So so so so so good. Perfect place to leave us for next chapter I'm extremely excited! ❤

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AHH HI LOVE! I am finally feeling better whewww boy I forgot what it's like to be sickly LMAO. Excited to hear your thoughts about the newest update hehe, thank you for reading and sending in your precious feedback 🥺

I love the little moments MC has with Jimin!!! I hope he's giving hopeless romantic in Trouvaille, I think it's fitting for his rancher background, and his Libraness fhdksafd. I also love the visual of manly cowboy Jimin with the Hello Kitty bandaid, he probably looked down at it a bunch afterwards and blushed thinking about MC AHHHH!! The mystery gang, omg. My literal DREAM is to formulate a paranormal investigation team, ESPECIALLY with Namkook. Just having Joon's insightfulness and Jeongguk's fearlessness I think it would be absolutely perfect. I can't wait to write more about their adventures in all of the upcoming chapters!

HA SCREAMINGGGG No like she'd need a small loan of a million dollars for a Disney trip with all of them. It would be such a cute little drabble or plot arc to write though, all of them going on rides and whatnot. Or spicy hotel smut lol Lucky MC inherited that house from her grandparents, and her dad ended up being wealthy from his contributions to hybrid cardiology surgery, so she was pretty much born into deep pockets LOL... that's the beauty of fiction, we get to pretend we were born into bottomless wealth 💀

AH I'm so glad you like Alice 🥺 It was important to me that MC had other friends besides the hybrids! You need some friends to confide in, not just romantic interests, and MC's friends are supportive but also give her reality checks when she needs them. Alice is soooo real for telling her use jealousy to her advantage, considering MC is a little avoidant of confrontation LOL.

fdkasf BESTIE I'm hyung line (Namjoon ult) biased, and Trouvaille Yoongi is seriously trying to snatch me away from my other three. I, too, need him biblically, and would let him have his way with me 💀 AH the smut.... he's such a giver, definitely a soft dom 🥰 I'd dieeee too if one of the others walked in. Thankfully, they were the only two at home during that scene!

JINNIE COOKING CLASS. I love love lovedddd writing that scene, Seokjin is such husband material and especially in Trouvaille, he deserves to have fun with a new hobby 🥺 AND FINALLY ANOTHER CONFESSION!!!! Seokjin hasn't been subtle with his feelings, especially in the past few chapters, so I'm glad he was finally brave enough to fess up. MC was probably relieved that she didn't have to do it first 😭💀 AH I'm excited to see how she reacts in the next chapter hehee!

Thank you for reading the latest update and sending me all of your thoughts bestie 💜💜💜