#Google is your friend there are people who have explained this better than I ever could

[ssruis]

Wrt the leaks, I saw some things brought up on twitter that I think are worth bringing here and talking about

Here’s a more lengthy explanation about the issues with daisho(/taisho?) romance aesthetic, from a discussion about a different game:

I would encourage you to read it in full. I think that for many westerners who do not have Korean heritage, it’s easy to miss things like this due to a lack of education on the atrocities Japan has committed (& refuses to acknowledge). The history of Japan’s oppression of Korea is not something that should be taken lightly, and it is only the privilege of distance that allows for the western world to remain uneducated about it. For a game that has Korean server, I think this is a pretty offensive misstep, and the Koreans who are upset about it have every right to be.

[rkvriki]

PAIRING ! rich jock!jake x mechanic!reader

SYNOPSIS ! Always having had this passion for cars and fixing them, you found the perfect summer job as a mechanic! Working in a mechanic shop where everyone that worked there was friends with each other was perfect until the friend that didn't work there showed up to get his car fixed.

WARNINGS ! i don't understand a single thing abiut cars or how to fix them it was all googled; jake has daddy-ish? issues; horrendously written angst; reader and jake get pretty heart broken but i cant write angst so its awful; reader thinks jake cheated yikes; curse words; drinking alcohol; reader and jake both have anxiety; reader talks about her past and not having many friends; slighlty suggestive talk but minor friendly! i think it's all, warn me if otherwise!!

word count : 18.9k lol PLEASE READ! so i want to warn everyone that reads this that this story is not my best. I wrote this during a huge writers block and I've never written something as long as this. I know there are flaws and things that could be better, so I'm all open to tips and advice on how to be better at this kind of stories. I would love to write more of this lenght fics even if my blog was not created for that but its a path i would like for it to take. I really apologize if this story doesn't reach your expectations, but I'm only starting so please be nice patient with me. i hope you enjoy this at least a little bit !

Summer jobs were a student’s worst enemy. The desperation of wanting money to go on a trip with friends led anyone to get the first job they could get their hands on. That’s how you end up at your friend's boyfriend's mechanic shop. Sohee told you about his shop when she found out you were looking for summer jobs to get money for your long-planned trip and knew her boyfriend was looking for employees. Everyone who knew you well enough knew you had a special love for cars and were good at fixing some car-related problems. Ever since you were a little child you were always running behind your father when he did some fixing around his car and as you grew up you learned a few things, enough to have friends call you occasionally to fix their cars. You were a little hesitant to accept this job, you had never fixed any big thing in a car and this job looked like it required more knowledge than you had, still after considering how much you needed the money you accepted your friend’s offer. 

Sohee explained that only a few people were working around and they were all her boyfriend’s, Heeseung, friends. Heeseung, who ran the shop, does any kind of job around and fixes business and partnership offers, Jungwon worked during the weekends in class months and worked full time during summer break and usually worked in simple things like changing tires and cleaning the cars, Sunghoon who polishes the cars along with Sunoo who also paints and wraps them, Jay worked with changing heavy car pieces and finally, Ni-ki who was friends with all of them and the youngest amongst them all, was also doing this as a summer job and he was in charge of painting costume designs in cars. The 6 of them formed a friend circle along with another one, Jake – who didn’t seem to be working here since he most likely didn’t need to, seeing that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and has always been more privileged than the rest of them in Sohee’s words.

Putting on your jacket and grabbing your keys you made your way out. The weather was hot and you were already regretting putting a jacket on as soon as you entered your car and felt how hot it was inside. You started the car, turned the ac on, waited until you could breathe properly, and felt like you wouldn’t melt in the car seat. You grabbed your phone and pasted the mechanic shop address in the GPS app. It wasn’t too far from your house, which you were grateful for since it meant you didn’t need to wake up extra early to reach the shop in time. The drive was quiet, the traffic was low, and deep down you wished it was high just so you could have time to calm your nerves. The app indicated that you were a minute away so you looked around the street until you spotted a sign that read Gearbox Garage. You made a turn and pulled into the small driveway the shop had to park cars. You turned your car off and took a deep breath as you pulled your keys out and got out of the car. You walked to the front of the shop and it looked empty, making you think that maybe you should’ve given Heeseung a call before coming. Looking at the time on your phone, it marked 2:30 pm meaning they could be on lunch break. You walked into the shop and looked around, the shop was well organised for a mechanic shop, it wasn’t as dirty as you expected it to be but small oil puddles and thrown cloths could be seen here and there. There were only a few cars, not that you expected more since the place wasn’t the biggest. Taking one more look around, you saw a door with a sign that said staff only, you walked towards it and knocked, hoping somebody would open it and it would be Heeseung. You waited a few seconds until a tall man opened it with a sandwich in his hand and sauce and bread crumbs in the sides of his mouth. He looked at you with a confused expression as he leaned in the doorway.

“Um I’m here to talk with Heeseung, I’m friends with his girlfriend and she told me he’s looking for one more person to work here so-” you were cut off as the man walked away and shouted, “Heeseung hyung, there’s someone for you!” a faint coming could be heard in the distance as another figure started approaching the door. Said Heeseung appears in front of you. “So you must be the y/n Sohee’s always talking about?” he said looking at you with an extended hand, waiting for you to shake it. You took his hand in yours as you shook it, hoping he didn’t notice how sweaty it was from your nerves. “Ah yeah, that’s me! I’m assuming she told you how I wanted the job, right?” “Oh yes, she did tell me about it and I just need you to answer a few questions to know whether you can get the job is that ok?” Shit, smile and nod y/n. You quickly nodded at his words, hoping he wouldn’t ask if you knew how to do complex things. “I just need to know what kind of things you can fix or have done.” “Oh! I have done quite a few things, I’ve changed oils, fixed engine chains, changed batteries, changed tires and other small fixes.” you nodded and fiddled nervously with your fingers, silently hoping this was enough to have him accept you to this job. Heeseung nodded and slightly smiled at your words and extended his hand again. You looked at his hands and then at him and he laughed at your confusion. “Seems like you’re our newest employee, welcome!” you let out a breath of relief and shook his hand again. “Oh my god, thank you so much! I promise I'll try my best.” you said firmly as you offered him a smile. “No need to thank me. We really need one or two more employees so you’re big help right now. Anyways, you can start maybe tomorrow at 9 am?” “Oh sure, I can, see you tomorrow then!” Heeseung nodded at you and went back to the staff room as you made your way out to your car.

As soon as you sat in your car you immediately texted Sohee, thanking her for having such a nice boyfriend. You put your phone down and sigh happily. You got the job now, what could go wrong? Now you just need to focus on working hard and getting that money to go on that trip.

The sound of your alarm made you stir awake. You groaned as you stretched out and let your arms fall limp in bed with a loud thump. You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh, getting mentally ready for your first day at work. Getting out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom to take your morning shower. You turned the water on and let it warm a little bit before you went in. The warm water felt relaxing against your skin, an almost therapeutic feeling. As you washed yourself you started thinking about how would your first day at work, hoping you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the rest of the boys and could get along with them. Now, it wasn’t like you had a hard time making friends, quite the opposite. Still, you were always a little awkward when you first met people, all thanks to your constant overthinking, never knowing if people enjoyed talking to you or not. You could say you had a pretty vast friend group but you weren’t as close with anyone as you were with Sohee. She has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. She’s been there for you anytime you needed and you for her. Sohee was the one who helped you come out of your comfort zone and try new things. Without her, you wouldn’t enjoy your teenage years as much as you did, hell, if it wasn’t for her you wouldn’t even dream of going on the damn trip.

You got out of the shower and stepped in front of the mirror, wiping some of the steam off of it. You started doing your normal skincare routine that, normally, would be a relaxing moment for you, but now you were only thinking about how you could be getting ready to head to the beach with your friends and drink a cocktail while tanning, and now you were only harshly rubbing the products on your face with irritation. Taking a deep breath you moved to your room to finish getting ready so you could leave the house as soon as you could. You looked in the mirror, taking in your appearance one last time before leaving the house, not that the way you looked right now mattered because you were more than sure that sooner or later you would be covered in oil and car fluids so you opted for your old overalls with an old shirt underneath.

The drive downtown was quiet and easy-going, still, there was some traffic since everyone started their work around the same time. The car’s clock indicated that it was 8:50, making you relieved that you weren’t gonna be late on your first day of work. Making the already familiar last turn, you reached the shop, parking in the lot it had inside. You got out of the car and instantly felt the slight summer breeze that ran through the morning air. Walking inside the shop, you could already hear some shuffling going on around the shop. As you got in further, you saw Heeseung who probably hasn’t noticed your presence yet from his crouched position, cleaning up some tools and putting them in a separate box. 

“Good morning, Hee!” you greeted, startling him. He got up and turned to face you with a surprised expression. “Oh hey, y/n! Wasn’t expecting you to be this early, though.” He said, chuckling as he wiped his hands with a cloth. “Well, you know, didn’t wanna be too late on my first day of work, I guess,” you said, swinging yourself back and forth, avoiding his gaze, feeling kinda awkward with yourself for worrying so much about being on time. “Usually the other boys come super late since they come all together so you shouldn’t worry about being on time here. Also, we’re supposed to be all friends here, so don’t put too much pressure on yourself about working here, it’s all chill here!” Heeseung said, trying to reassure and comfort you. “I guess it’s just a matter of time for me to get used to it.” you clapped your hands behind your back as you finished talking. “Anyways, should I start working?” you suggested. “Oh, yeah. Actually, there’s a car that needs an oil change, so maybe you could start by doing that.” Heeseung said, pointing to a red car that was already up in the hydraulic lift. “Sure thing!”

You put on some gloves that Heeseung gave you and started getting to work. Changing oil was something you did quite a lot, it was one of the first things your dad taught you, something that was so hard for you back then is now a piece of cake for you. Having a passion for cars made learning things way easier for you. Obviously, this old passion of yours wasn’t seen as a good thing for some people. Some would tell you girls shouldn’t be working with cars as it was the role for the boys or that you should be playing with your dolls instead of getting in your dad’s way while he was fixing his car. Of course, your little kid self felt awful hearing such things, but your parents would always reassure you that it didn’t matter what they said and that it was okay to want to learn those things. As time went by, people stopped commenting less and less. As you grew up you learned how to stand up for yourself and you wouldn’t leave those people without a response, and with time they learned how to mind their own business.

As you waited for the oil to fully drain, you heard a car pull up in the parking lot and the rest of the five boys arrived together, just as Heeseung had mentioned previously. You got up from your kneeling position and turned to look at them as they all got in and greeted Heeseung. Their loud voices quickly filled the place that was once only filled by the quiet tunes from Heeseung’s playlist and the occasional clanking of tools hitting the floor. You went back to work as they all talked with each other and started getting ready to work. You heard steps coming in your direction, making you look back to where it came from, seeing Jungwon walking towards you with his dimples on display.

“Good morning, y/n! You know it’s weird seeing someone who’s not Heeseung working here this early.” Jungwon said as he walked towards you, chuckling to himself. Stopping what you were doing, you turned all your attention to him. “Guess someone needed to give him some company, no?” you said putting your hands on your hips. “Keep going like that and he might give you the “employee of the month” title,” he said, making you laugh at him. “Anyways, what are you doing?” he asked, nodding at the car above you on the lift. “Oh, changing some oil, was about to put a new filter on.” you said as you pointed at the car’s oil pan, “Shouldn’t you get to work as well?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him, making him scowl at you. “Don’t remind me, Heeseung gave me a shit ton of cars to clean, got work for a whole week,” he said rolling his eyes. Jungwon walked away to start working on his cleaning duty and you put your focus back on the oil filter.

Soon enough, it was lunchtime and the seven of you were all gathered in the staff room. You were all talking about multiple things and something that came to conversation was how they had never seen you around campus.

“I mean, I guess I’m not necessarily a social butterfly and we might not even have classes in the same place, so that might explain why we never crossed paths.” you explained as you ate some of your tuna-mayo wrap you brought from home, they all hummed in agreement. “What are you majoring in, though?” Sunghoon asked you as he looked up from his lunchbox. “Oh, I study computer science!” “Oh really? Then you must know Jake? Jake Sim? He shares a few classes with comp sci students” Heeseung asked, surprised to know you were in the same major as his best friend. You hummed in thought as the name sounded familiar. “It does ring a bell but I’m not really adding a face to the name though.” You said slightly tilting your head to the side as you tried your best to remember who the hell was Jake Sim. “Yeah, let’s just say his attendance isn’t exactly the highest…” Heeseung said as he hissed quietly. “Oh… yeah that must explain why I don’t remember him then.” You said chuckling. “Don’t misunderstand it. It’s not like he doesn’t care about classes, I mean he kinda doesn’t, but he is much more focused on football.” Heeseung paused as if he was in deep thought. “Jake knows if anything school-related goes wrong for him he can just take over his dad’s business, which most likely will happen.” You hummed, understanding what he meant.  

It wasn’t rare for jocks like Jake to skip classes and ignore the fact that they need to graduate. Still, some of them were lucky to have successful family businesses, like Jake was. His father was one of the most prestigious CEOs and businessmen of Seoul and even the whole of South Korea. He led one of the most famous costume software development companies around, starting in a small office in Seoul that, over the years, grew all over the country’s most famous districts. Jake obviously was following his father’s steps, deciding to follow the computer science field so one day he could take over his father’s business. Was this his dream? No. Did he really wanna be a future CEO? Also no. He was doing this solely because he knew his dad would never approve of his younger son pursuing a football career. His older brother, Jaewoo, was already following the business field and Jake was just expected to do the same as him and since the older sibling decided not to work in his father’s company, he was the last hope to keep the business going so he felt like he had no other option. He felt suffocated knowing that everyone had high expectations for him, having people constantly asking him if he was happy to know he would take over the oh-so successful business, to which he obviously smiled and nodded but deep down he felt mad, almost furious, that people only expected him to do that. No one ever asked him about football, even though everyone knew he was good and even the best in the team and could grow so much more in that field if it weren’t for people like them who only cared about status and money. That’s not who Jake wants to become, selfish and greedy.

The day came to an end, the sky had a pink and orange hue to it, creating a beautiful painting, pleasing and conforming to gaze at. You started organizing all the tools you had used, placing them in their respective place in the toolbox Heeseung had lent you. Distant chattering could be heard from the other boys playing around as they had also finished their work for the day. You were walking towards the bathroom to wash your hands when you heard someone call your name. 

“Hey, y/n!” You looked back to see Sunghoon, who called you, and the rest of the guys looking at you. “Come out for dinner with us, we’re going to the barbeque place downtown.” “Um, I don’t know guys, it’s gonna get late and we have work again tomorrow…” You said, scratching the back of your neck, suddenly feeling shy, not being used to going out with people you barely knew. “Oh come on, to celebrate your first day being one of us! It’s on Heeseung tonight!” Ni-ki said patting the older man on the back, who was about to complain but quickly agreed with the younger one as he felt him pinching him. “Yeah, y/n, don’t even worry about coming late tomorrow.” Your eyes flickered between all of them until you decided to agree with them, realizing that maybe you need to loosen up a little and stop being such a pussy. You sighed, nodding your head at them “Ok, fine! But I’m not paying!” You said raising your hands. The boys cheered dramatically, making you roll your eyes but laugh nonetheless. “Anyways, I’m going home to get ready, just text me later with the address.” Everyone bid their goodbyes and you made your way back to your car, ready to go home.

As you entered your house, your mom came to greet you, kissing your cheek in the process. “Hey, dear. How was your first day at work?” she asked you, grabbing your jacket and putting it into the coat hanger at your entrance. “Oh, it actually went really well. Wasn’t expecting to work as much as I did, but I’m proud that I could do that much.” “Ah, you must be so tired, honey! Was the lunch I made enough? Oh, maybe I should’ve-” “Mom,” you said laughing “It was more than enough, don’t worry about it, ok?” you reassured her, rubbing her arms that rested on her side as she looked tense. “Anyways, they all invited me to dinner so I’m gonna shower and get ready.” You kissed her cheek and ran upstairs towards your room.

Dinner yesterday went smoothly. All your worries about not being able to get along with them were quickly thrown away when you found yourself talking with them like you’ve known them for ages. The night was filled with laughter, maybe because of the funny stories being shared or maybe it was the alcohol that everyone- except Ni-ki- had consumed. You were glad you were able to let yourself loose and enjoy the night to the max, you couldn’t remember the last time you had that much fun since you were always so busy with college and finals were kicking your ass. The last thing you remember doing that night was texting Sohee that you had gotten home safely and you had enjoyed the night.

Now you were waking up with the buzz of your alarm, opening your eyes only to close them right away when the bright sun rays hit your face. You sat up on the bed, feeling your head pound making you hiss at the strong feeling. You got up and walked to the bathroom scolding yourself to never drink on a work night again.

Driving to work today was painful, no matter how strong the medicine you took was or how much orange juice you drank, the pounding headache you got was not going away and the dark circles under your eyes also weren’t a very pleasant sight to see so you opted to wear a pair of sunglasses. You looked at the time and it marked 9:40 am, definitely not on time but no one could really blame you for being extra slow today and your mom also made sure to take a few more minutes from your time to scold you about being late out and drinking when you had work the next day.

Arriving at the shop, you saw everyone already there making you sigh, hating yourself for being the last one arriving at work. Walking inside you saw that no one was working, instead, they were all sitting at a table near the entrance, some of them laying their head down on the table and others drinking energy drinks to be able to go on with their day. “I don’t even know if it’s safe to say good morning.” you said sitting down next to them, plopping down on the chair, hissing at the quick movement that made the pounding sensation in your head stronger. No one was able to say anything so you were all sitting down in silence, looking at the cars driving by the shop. Any passer-by would think you had nothing to do when in fact there was way too much to do than any of you could. 

“Remind me to never do this again, please.” Jungwon said referring to going out until late, making everyone hum in agreement. Suddenly, Heeseung gets up, clapping his hands and then rubbing them together “Let’s get to work. These cars aren’t gonna fix themselves.” Everyone groaned at the older man’s words, some complaining, saying it would be fair to take a day one, only receiving Heeseung’s glare in return. “Anyways, y/n, I know you just got here, but I really need you to do me a favour,” Heeseung said, turning to you. You stared at him through your glasses in response “Pretty please?” He said lacing his hands together, making you sigh and roll your eyes. “Oh my god, fine! What is it then?” You said putting your hand on your hip with a sigh. “I need you to go downtown to pick up a parcel at the post. It has some pieces that I need for the car I'm fixing.” You said nothing in return aside from an I’ll be back soon as you entered the car.

The drive back to the shop was awful, you were stuck in traffic for almost an hour and about to burst in anger. “If it wasn’t for Heeseung and his stupid parcel…” you said, talking to yourself. When you arrived back at the shop you were more than ready to throw hands at Heeseung, if the parcel weren’t so heavy you would be running in his direction. “I swear to God, Heeseung, if you ever, but ever make me go through all this traffic again, man, I swear on my life I won’t-” You stopped in your tracks when you saw what was in front of you. “Oh my good God, what in the good earth, I- oh my goodness.” you dropped the parcel on the floor as you approached Sunghoon who was near the entrance. “Hoon, please tell me I’m not seeing things and my eyes aren’t deceiving me.” You exclaimed, your eyes never moving away from the car in front of you. Sunghoon swore he never saw your eyes shining so brightly “Hoon, is this a freaking Ford Mustang from ‘69?” you said in a high-pitched voice as your hands made their way to your face, cupping your cheeks. It wasn’t until you heard a deep chuckle that you noticed a figure next to Sunghoon. You looked in the person’s direction and you were met with a beautiful, almost ethereal, face that was already looking at you, sporting a smirk, making you feel nervous under his strong gaze. Your eyes looked him up and down, noticing he was dressed in designer head to toe. His face was familiar to you but you couldn’t grasp any memory with his face on it.

“You like it?” he asked, nodding his head towards the car before you. You nodded at him with a hum, words suddenly stuck in your throat and you didn’t even dare to try and speak, fearing your voice would fail you. He chuckled at you, finding amusement in your shy behaviour. “You wanna touch it?” he asked raising his brow as his smirk turned into a beautiful grin. You felt your cheeks grow hotter than before and Sunghoon decided to intervene before Jake could keep going, sensing his suggestive undertone. “Ok, that’s enough for you two, geez!” he said rolling his eyes, before speaking again “Anyways, you can leave the car here and Heeseung or anyone will take care of it, you already know you’re in good hands here so no need to worry.” “Alright then, just call me when it’s done, yeah?” Jake said as he and Sunghoon dapped each other up before he left, not forgetting to wink and wave at you, to which you gave a small wave back. “Kids these days.” Sunghoon said sighing and shaking his head at you, making you frown at him. “Shut up!” you said slapping his arm as you walked past him to pick up the parcel you left on the floor.

You walked back inside the shop, finding Heeseung crouched on the floor as he cleaned some rims he just fixed. “Hey Hee, got your parcel here. Do you want me to put it somewhere or should I just leave it here?” you said as you approached his figure “Oh, you can just leave it in that chair, I’m gonna need that in a while.” he said getting up as he wiped his forehead with his arm. “By the way, Jake’s car, the one in the entrance, needs to get the left view mirror changed, he broke it while parking somewhere. So, since I'm working on this car and it’s gonna take me a while, you’re going to be the one fixing it.” Oh! That was definitely interesting and caught your attention. “Oh, sure, no problem. It shouldn’t take too long.” This was only great. Not only were you fixing one of your dream and favourite cars but you were fixing a hot guy's car. 

Later that day you arrived home with a happy sigh. Even though you were feeling extra tired from the hangover and work altogether, you could only think about your new acquaintance, a hot one. It has been a long time since you’ve felt like this for someone or especially for a boy. After your most recent ex-boyfriend, you tried to focus more on yourself and your friends since he hadn’t allowed you to do so. Those were times that were long gone and you wanted to erase them from your memory as you moved on.

You had dinner with your parents and went upstairs to get ready to go to bed earlier than usual to recover those lost hours of sleep. You showered and did your usual night routine, being extra careful and allowing yourself to relax. As you sat in bed, you grabbed your phone, seeing multiple notifications, since you don’t use your phone during work, from texts from your friends and social media ones, but there was one that caught your attention. For a moment you thought you were having delusional visions, but as you clicked on it it took you directly to Jake’s Instagram profile and the top showed the Accept and Decline button. He had found his way to your profile and it had you giggling silently, making you feel like you were in high school all over again. It had been about 3 hours since he sent the request so it was safe to accept without looking like a creep. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you proceeded to answer your texts and update Sohee on the tea, so you called her.

“Sohee, I kid you not, he is so attractive, I can’t!” you heard her sigh for the nth time on the phone, feeling her eye roll through the screen. “Y/n, I’ve seen him plenty of times, and trust me, I know he is, but be careful, I heard some things about him, though.” “Don’t worry about that, it’s just a silly crush. I’ll be over it sooner or later.” Sohee sighed again and you could hear her moving around in her bed sheets. “Yeah, whatever. We’ll talk later. Heeseung is calling me.” After talking with Sohee you were left alone with your thoughts as you scrolled on your phone but you weren’t really paying any attention to any of the posts, as you were thinking about Sohee’s warning. You decided to put your phone down and go to sleep to calm the thoughts running through your mind. As you were feeling yourself fall into a slumber, you heard your phone buzz but you chose to ignore it. You turn to the other side, getting comfortable to fall asleep again but again, your phone buzzes making you sit up and grab it aggressively. You turned it on, the bright light making you squint your eyes as you turned the brightness down. You unlocked it, checking who was texting at this hour. You felt your heart pound, getting nervous, as you saw Jake had dmed you. You click on his text, not caring if it had only been seconds from his last text. 

simjaeyun_: hey :)                                                   11:37pm             

simjaeyun_: ignoring me now mnh?                        11:46 pm    

youruser: stalking me now huh?                              11:47 pm

youruser: didn’t take for the stalker type tbh          11:47 pm

Your heart started beating quicker when you saw how fast he started typing an answer.

simjaeyun_: then what type do you take me to be? 11:48 pm 

youruser: well                                                           11:48 pm

youruser: definitely the one who makes other people stalk you not the other way around. 11:48 pm 

simjaeyun_: maybe you just caught my attention like that ;) 11:48 pm

youruser: oh? did i now?                                           11:49 pm

simjaeyun_: maybe, find it out yourself :)                  11:49 pm

You looked at the texts, feeling a soft blush creeping on your cheeks as you hugged your knees to your chest. You decided to leave him on read, not really having an answer to his text but Jake himself wasn’t expecting to get one back. You looked at the ceiling, having lost all your sleep by now. You closed your eyes and sighed as you slid down your bed until you were laying down. You turned to the side, watching the moon from your window, which you usually left open since it helped you wake up. You closed your eyes, trying to sleep, as the image of the texts kept appearing in your head, keeping you awake for a while.

The next day you woke up, remembering last night's events, making you clutch your sheets closer to your chest. You sat up on the edge of the bed, as you sighed and rubbed your face with your hands, making your way to the bathroom to do your routine and maybe it would help you keep your thoughts away from him.  You looked in the mirror as you brushed your teeth, glad to see your dark circles were already gone. You did your usual skincare routine and headed down to the kitchen to have breakfast, seeing your mom had made you some pancakes and a black coffee, which were placed neatly on the table where she was already eating.

“Good morning mom!” you greeted her with a smile as you sat in front of her. “Good morning, dear! Did you sleep well?” “Oh yeah, I did! I went to sleep earlier to recover from the hangover…” She sighed at your words as she gave you a warning look, reminding you of her scolding. “Is there a special occasion for you to make me breakfast?” You asked as you took a bite of pancakes. “Not really, can’t I be sweet for my daughter once in a while?” She answered and you squinted at her, knowing there was a reason behind it, she wasn’t one to do these things just because. “You came home smilier than usual. Anything special happened at work?” She asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. You stopped your movement for less than a second but enough time for her to notice. “Um, not really, was just happy.” You said after taking a sip from your coffee and putting the mug down. “Are you sure it was just that?” She propped her elbows on the table with her hands intertwined, looking as if she was questioning you for a crime you did. “Yes, mom. I’m pretty sure.” She hummed, taking a sip from her tea. “Is that why you were squealing with Sohee on the phone last night?” You gasped at her words. “Mom! Were you eavesdropping on me?” You asked her shocked that she had heard you talking with Sohee. “Oh no, dear. You know I’m not one to do that. I just happened to be walking past your room and heard you all excited about a certain- oh what was the name?” She stopped, trying to remember “Oh! Jake! Yes, Jake. Now, you wanna tell me about that?” You blushed at her words as if you were caught doing something bad or she heard a secret of yours. “Mom! No!” You said getting up from your chair, leaving a small bit of pancake on your plate. “I’m leaving. I need to go to work. Bye, love you!” You started walking faster, rushing to the door after picking up your house and car keys.

You entered the car, thinking about the conversation with your mom, reminding yourself to be more careful when talking with Sohee on the phone. You reached the shop just on time, parking your car in your usual place, which by now, you claimed as yours. You walked inside, seeing Heeseung and Ni-ki talking about something about a car.

“Good morning guys!” you greeted as you put your lunch bag down. They both looked back at you, seeming relieved you were finally there. “Oh thank God you’re here.” Ni-ki sighed. “Yeah, what’s up?” You asked, intrigued as to what they needed you for. “So, we were discussing car designs for me to do in the car Heeseung is taking care of, but the problem is that we can’t agree on one design.” He started explaining as Heeseunf put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes at the younger male. “So tell me. in between these which one is better?” He finished, showing pictures of different designs. You hummed in thought as you looked carefully at the pictures and the car behind them. “I think for this car these two thick stripes would fit the best, but that’s my opinion!” “See! I told you! You won’t listen to me. Y/n, he won’t agree with me, please help me.” Ni-ki said as he put his hands together in a plea. “Sorry, Hee. Gotta agree with him in this one.” Heeseung looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “Don’t fire me?” You said shrugging your shoulders at him. The older man rolled his eyes, sighing as he finally gave in. “Fine, but only because it's two against one.” “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say hyung.” Ni-ki said leaving the area, you looked at him shrugging at him, “Kids these days.” he said under his breath in a mumble. 

You grabbed your stuff from where you had previously put it and took it into the staff room. Coming back to the area, you grabbed some gloves and put them on, ready to start working on Jake’s car. Heeseung had already put it in a space for you to fix it and besides it was a box with the side view mirror to replace to broken one. You’ve never changed a mirror before, but you remember one time when your dad did when your mom hit it on the wall while she was parking the car in the garage. It wasn’t much of a hassle, it was easy and simple. You opened the car’s door and you were met with the beautiful interior, which Jake had most likely renovated into a more modern one, but still had a vintage touch to it. The car smelled like a man’s perfume, probably his own, mixed with a leathery scent that came from the beautiful black leather seats with red details. Snapping out of your daze with the car’s interior you went back to work. You started by carefully taking out the mirror’s trim cover and removing the screws that were hidden.

As you were taking out the screws and putting them in a spare box, you felt a presence coming up behind you. Looking up, you found Sunghoon looking at you as he leaned on the car door. “Hey there!” you said as you kept doing your work. “Enjoying yourself, huh?” He said with a smug smirk adorning his face, making you roll your eyes. “Go away Sunghoon.” You said but still, you had a smile on your face. “It’s nothing special.” you finished. “You can’t be saying that when you acted how you did yesterday when you saw the car, practically fangirling over it. I mean, not to mention how you were fangirling over Ja-” “Shut up!” you said looking at him. “I wasn’t, you were seeing things.” Sunghoon laughed at your behaviour. “C’mon, no need to act shy now.” He started “You know, he texted me yesterday.” “Ok? And why should i care?” You said raising a brow at him. “He was asking me, or better, begging me to give him your Instagram.” You looked away from him as you felt your cheeks heat up. “I don’t know why he would do that!” You said, pretending to be interested in those screws. “Eh, you’ll eventually find out, I guess.” He said making you look back at him. “What is that supposed to mean.” You asked suddenly interested in what he had to say. He started walking away, his back turned to you “Nothing you should worry your pretty head about.” He answered, making you tilt your head, confused at his words. You sighed as you went back to working on that mirror.

It wasn’t too long after your conversation with Sunghoon that little by little everyone started gathering in front of the staff-only door to eat lunch. You got up and joined Jungwon and Sunoo, who was engrossed in a conversation about the latest tea about someone on campus. You were so focused on observing and listening to them talk that you didn’t notice an extra someone entering the shop until Jay mentioned it.

“Jake? What are you doing here man?” That made your ears perk up, but you pretended to still be listening to the gossip you were previously listening to. “Your mirror still isn’t fixed, so no luck for you today.” Heeseung said also greeting him with the handshake their group shared. You looked at them at the mention of the mirror, so it wouldn’t look as suspicious. “Yeah, I figured. Just wanted to join you guys for lunch.” He said raising his take-out bag. You heard someone gasp, looking you saw Ni-ki looking with heart eyes at the take-out bag. “Is that for us?” He said with his boxy smile. Everyone looked at Jake with hopeful eyes. “What? No, it’s mine! And no way in hell I’m sharing this with you guys.” Jake said in a warning tone. Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes at him “You’re literally no fun.” Sunoo said giving him a judging look. Jake simply shrugged as he looked around the room until his eyes met yours, making him bite back a smirk. Sunghoon, who was watching carefully and aware of the situation, nudged you slightly when Jake looked away, making you mouth a what? at him which he only answered with a smirk.

You all moved inside the staff room, sitting around the round table. Jake was sitting across from you and you were sitting in between Sunghoon and Ni-ki. Every time you looked up you would be met with Jake’s eyes staring into you shamelessly, making you bounce your feet nervously. Your eyes drifted towards Sunghoon and you were able to see the smirk he was hiding with food while looking between you and Jake until he finally noticed you looking at him, making him raise his eyebrows at you to which you answered with a shrug as you looked back to your food. You wondered if Jake was going to talk to you anytime today. Since he arrived today he hadn’t even spoken a word to you, not even a simple Hi, making you wonder if he was only the all-talk type through social media or if he just didn’t have the guts to talk to you personally, but still, he had no problem flirting and teasing you when you guys first met.

Lunch was over and you got back to work. Jake hadn’t gone away yet, lingering around the shop, mainly around Heeseung as they talked about things you couldn’t listen to. The sudden realization that you were working on his car hit and you wondered if he was gonna approach you in a way. Snapping out of your thoughts, you went back to finish fixing the mirror, already more than halfway done. You were putting everything back in place, with the mirror already replaced, when you saw Jake walking towards you from your peripheral vision. You felt your breath hitch as your shoulders tensed the closer he got.

“I see you finally got to touch it, huh?” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. “Oh! Yeah, I did.” You answered with an awkward laugh, feeling your palms getting sweaty. “Like what you felt, sweetheart?” Your eyes widen at that, suddenly feeling at a loss for words. You were more than sure if any other man would’ve said that to you, you would’ve cringed right away, but not when said man looked like Jake did. “I- well-” Jake started laughing, making you feel somewhat embarrassed. “I’m just playing around. You’re not that shy through texting.” He said reminding you of how confident you may have sounded through texts. “Well, I guess it’s not the same as talking face-to-face, right?” You stated, looking up at him in the eyes. His mouth opened to say something but closed right away. “Yeah, you’re right.” He took a breath in as he straightened his posture.  “Anyways, is the mirror any close to being done?” He wondered. “Oh yeah, actually I just need to test it and it’s all ready for you to take it home!” You said while smiling at him, proud that you were able to do something new quickly yet carefully. “Oh really? You were pretty quick. Can’t say I’m not impressed, though, in a positive way, of course.” You giggled at him. “Thanks, Jake. I appreciate that.” He smiled warmly at you, nodding your way as he walked away from you, leaving you alone to finish your work.

It was almost time to go home when Jake and Heeseung approached you next to Jake’s car, where you were slightly bent over, as you were touching up some scratches near the mirror area with touch-up black paint. You finished the work, smiling proudly at yourself, as you turned around to face the two boys who were watching you silently as you worked. You sighed happily at them, adjusting the oversized overalls that you wore for work. “I’m officially done!” You exclaimed as you stretched an arm towards the car. Heeseung patted Jake in the back signaling him to get him and his car home. “You can pay me later.” Heeseung said walking away, knowing if he stayed Jake would insist on paying. Jake sighed as he looked at you. “Thank you for doing this, by the way.“ He said with a smile, making you shrug. “You’re welcome, Jake. After all, it’s my job.” You answered, looking down as you kicked non-existent rocks. Jake gave you a wide grin, watching your face, appreciating the way your lashes touched your cheeks when you blinked and how you bit your lip when you were nervous. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, he walked towards his car. “Tomorrow?” You tilted your head to the side but you got no response as he got in his car. The engine purred as he drove out of the garage, leaving you standing dumbfounded. “Will I ever figure him out?”

Jake got home with only one thing, or rather someone, going through his mind. As cliché as it felt for him, he couldn’t understand what was in you that made him want to stay glued to you forever. He wanted to get to know you, know what you liked and disliked, and what were your hobbies. Did you have a pet? You didn’t really look like you had one. As soon as he entered his penthouse, he made his way to his room, falling into his bed with a thud, sighing as he felt his head make contact with his fluffy pillows. He still could feel his heart thumping in his chest, quicker than it ever beat. It felt weird, a good weird. He liked the feeling. One he only ever felt with his high school crush who had rejected him in his junior year. Jake groaned out loud as his arm fell to his face, covering his eyes. “What have you done to me?”

The past week was full of work. Everyone barely interacted, focused on getting everyone’s car fixed since it’s vacation season and everyone needed their car as soon as possible. Still, one thing everyone found weird was how Jake came to visit almost every day, something that never really happened through all these years everyone had worked there. Sunghoon always made sure to point out to you that Jake was always lingering close to you, making you give him annoyed remarks. Deep down you were glad he stood close to you as you got time to know him better and to your surprise he was more interesting than you ever thought a jock would be, no offence. You two would laugh with each other for hours until Heeseung needed to scold you to go back to work, hiding his smile as he watched you two playfully fight each other. His presence made work hours go by quicker and you started enjoying his presence a little bit too much, noticing the way your heart would beat a tad bit faster when you heard him laugh at something you said.

When you were done with work Jake would take you out and grab convenience store food for you two to eat in the park. It was in those moments that you both got vulnerable with each other, sharing all of your life stories, good and bad ones. Every night you call Sohee and rant about how scared you are of catching feelings for him, even though you knew you were already in deep, and she always reassured you that you shouldn’t feel like that as it’s only natural and what has to happen, will happen. Whatever you were feeling with Jake, is something you never felt with anyone before, as cliché as it can be, but your past dating history left a huge mark on you and you had a tendency to shut people out when they got too close, until now. The boys noticed a subtle shift in the way you and Jake interacted, but still, they only observed from afar, never intruding on whatever was happening between you two. It felt kind of weird for them to see Jake behaving that way around someone who wasn’t part of his friend group or more specifically with a girl, but deep down they felt happy seeing their friend finally letting himself loosen up.

The day at the shop was going smoothly, it was a bad day of work for Heeseung. There were no clients coming up and everyone except him was sitting around playing cards or just talking to each other as he finished fixing one car. You were sat at a table with Sunoo and Sunghoon, your hands covering your ears as they kept asking questions you didn’t wanna hear and less likely answer. “Come on, y/n!” Sunoo said pulling your hands out of your ears, making you roll your eyes. “I don’t like him, ok?” You sighed, “I literally met him, like, not even two weeks ago. I don’t even know him like that.” “y/n, you know damn well it’s not like that.” Sunghoon said leaning back in his chair. “Just admit you like him!” “Like who?” The three of you looked back to find Jake walking towards you with his hands in his pockets. “No one, I don’t like anyone.” You said closing your eyes as you propped your head in your hand. Jake looked at Sunghoon, as the latter smirked at him, making you glare not-so discreetly at him. Jake sat in a free chair next to you and the two other men thought it was a good idea to stand up and walk away, leaving you two alone.

“Bad work day?” He started. “Yeah, something like that.” You sighed, playing with a paper cup in front of you. “It’s just the end of the month and most people are on vacation by now so it was expected.” Jake hummed, an idea coming up to him. “So you have nothing to do, right?” You looked at him wondering why he was asking that. “Uh, yeah, I don’t.” You answered nodding at him. He got up, extending a hand to you. “Come.” He said as he smiled and nodded his head towards his way. You hesitated in grabbing his hand and getting up as he dragged you to his car. “But, the other we need to tell-” “Don’t worry ‘bout that. We’ll be quick.” Jake said as he opened his car door for you. You looked at the car and then at him, making him nod at you, urging you to get in. Jake sat in the driver's seat with a happy sigh. He looked at him, watching as you admired his car, gently touching the leather seats, feeling the wealth in your touch. You looked around the car in awe, making him giggle at your antics. You turned to look at him with a blush and a small smile, feeling shy he caught you as you admired his expensive car. He turned the keys, making the engine purr as you felt the seats vibrate with the loud sound. “Wow!” You said with a gasp “It feels so different when you’re actually inside the car.” You looked at him as he drove out of the shop’s driveway. “Yeah, I felt that too when I first drove it.” He said with a chuckle. “Where are you taking me?” You asked curiously. “You’ll see, princess. Enjoy the ride for now.” He answered as he chose a song to play for the ride. 

You looked out of your window, seeing the sun almost setting, making the sky turn into an orange explosion. The ride was silent, a comfortable silence, and you found yourselves in an empty road, no words needed to be spoken as you admired the view ahead of you. You rolled your window down, laying your head on the edge of the door. Jake looked at you, admiring your hair that flew freely with the wind and how your eyes were shining in awe and you wore a smile. He looked back to the front and he bit a smile back, failing to do so as the corners of his lips curled upwards. Jake was now driving towards a kind of abyss. He stopped the car, turning off the engine. “Is this it?” You asked making him nod at you with a smile. You both walked out of the car and sat in its hood. You gasped at the view in front of you. You could see the whole city from above. All the tall skyscrapers looked tiny and the street lights were only small dots on a canvas. The sky above showed a pink and orange painting, and the sun had almost fully set.

“Jake” he looked at you, admiring your side profile “This is beautiful.” You finished, looking at him with a big grin, making him mirror your actions. You looked back ahead as you scooted closer to him in the hood of the car, feeling your shoulder touch his. Jake smiled to himself, not daring to look your way to avoid doing something he would regret. “Thank you.” You said looking at him, seeing how his eyes slightly widened. He looked down at his feet, feeling his ears get hotter “It’s nothing really.” “How did you even find this place?” You wondered. “This is gorgeous!” Jake finally looked at you, examining your face, sensing you were asking a genuine question and not just a rhetorical one. “Well,” He started with a sigh. “I usually come here to kind of unwind a little.” He said kicking some rocks on the floor. “It just tunes me out the rest of the world. I feel the best when I’m here.”

He felt the urge to keep talking as he felt you still looking at the side of his head. “Normally when I have a big argument with my dad I just come here and let everything out. No one comes here since it’s far from the city so now it’s my comfort place and I’ve never brought anyone here except for you.” He stopped talking, looking at you, seeing you with empathetic eyes. “Thank you for sharing that with me Jake.” You rubbed his back in a comforting way “I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me all that, I know it’s not easy to deal with those kinds of problems, even if I never went through them myself. I hope you know I’m a shoulder you can lean on when you need one. You shouldn’t keep those thoughts to yourself.” Jake felt his eyes getting teary as he heard you talk. “I really appreciate that, y/n. I just feel like you give me so much of you and I never really shared something really intimate, so I thought this would feel just right.” He said holding his tears. You smiled at him, pulling his arm, grabbing it as you leaned your head on his shoulder, looking back to the view as a comfortable silence fell over you two. Jake’s head leaned in yours and he felt a soft bubble form in his chest, making him close his eyes and take a deep breath in of the fresh air that danced around both of your hairs.

The sun fully set after a while. Stars started appearing in the dark sky. “Look,” You said pointing to the sky “The first star of the night. Make a wish!” You finished as you looked at Jake. “A wish?” You nodded “Alright if you say so.” Both of you closed your eyes and put your hands together as you made your wishes. Jake opened his eyes to look at you, seeing you with your eyes closed and a giddy smile on your lips. You opened your eyes, looking at Jake only to find him already looking down at you, the summer breeze made his hair move beautifully. “What did you wish for?” he asked “Can’t tell you, it won’t come true if I do.” Jake chuckled at your answer, making you do the same. You both stared into each other eyes, not daring to look away as if you were in some trance with each other's eyes, giving you time to appreciate each other’s features. You couldn’t understand how people could view Jake as a bad being. Since the moment you both started getting closer, he was nothing but a sweetheart to you and besides that, you saw how he treated the other boys as well, always being caring with them, giving them food when one of them didn’t have enough or going as far as secretly ordering take out for Ni-ki when he had forgotten to pack his own lunch. They didn’t know him in reality. If they had seen him with your eyes they would know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone or anything purposely. They couldn’t see the sparkle in his eyes when he saw dogs playing in the park or the way his tongue would slightly poke his pouty lips when he focused on something. If only they could see him the way you do.

Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket, making you break the intense eye contact that seemed to last an eternity. You looked at the contact ID seeing it was your mom calling you, making you silently curse under your breath. “Hey, mom.” You turned to Jake, mouthing him a Sorry which he dismissed with a shake of his head. “Uh…” Your eyes started moving around nervously “I, uh, I’m with Jake, Mom.” You hissed, scratching the back of your neck. Your mom started going off excitedly about how she was right about him, making you roll your eyes, hoping the said man couldn’t hear what she was saying. “Um, Mom, I don’t- okay wait.” You turned to Jake with a sigh “You wanna come over for dinner?” You asked him, making him still for a moment. “Uh, sure, I mean, why not.” He answered shrugging, something you weren’t really expecting, but deep down you were kind of glad he had accepted. “Okay, he’s coming. Yeah, see you, bye Mom.” You hung up, standing up and looking at Jake. He only looked at you, not knowing what to say. “C’mon.” You pulled him off the hood “We got dinner waiting for us.” 

You were driving back to the city, immersed in a conversation about various topics. “Also, I’m gonna warn you about my mom, she can be a little too much sometimes, so sorry in advance.” Jake laughed at your words. “Don’t say that. I’m pretty sure she means well.” He said looking at you. “If that makes you feel better about meeting her, then sure Jake, whatever you say.” Shortly after, Jake was pulling into your house’s driveway, making you feel nervous, the fact that he was meeting your parents finally sinking in. You don’t know why you felt like this, you two weren’t even dating. You walked to your front door and searched for the keys that were somewhere lost in your bag. Suddenly the door burst open, making you squeal in surprise as you almost tripped and if it weren’t for Jake you would’ve fallen on your butt. “Oh, what gentleman he is!” The door was fully open, revealing your mom who was now cooing at Jake. “Mom, don't.” you said in a warning tone, making her wave her hand at you dismissingly. “Oh, you must be Jake.” She said grabbing him by the arms “Come in you two.” She invited, making space for you to enter the house. “How was day, dear?” Your mom asked, making you break the mad face you were making at her with a small smile. “It was okay. We didn’t have any clients today which is not good for the shop.” “Oh, that must be really frustrating for you guys.” She said furrowing her brows in a worried way. “Anyways, let’s get to the kitchen. The food’s getting cold.” She smiled warmly at you two as she dragged you both to the kitchen. “Is dad not home?” You said with a small pout. “Oh no, he’s out for that company dinner he had. You know it.” You nodded at her letting out an Oh as you remember your father talking about it.

Jake tried to hide it, but as small as this interaction was, it was still a very domestic one. Those were the interactions he longed for but they never came to him. He felt a pang in his chest but your mom’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Give me your plate, dear. I’ll serve you.” She said smiling warmly at him, making him mirror her expression. Your mom seemed so sweet and he genuinely wanted to enjoy this small moment. 

The three of you talked comfortably throughout the night. Jake was able to get those negative thoughts out of his head for a while as he interacted with you both. He loved watching you talk with your mom, seeing the way your eyes light up when she says something that makes you laugh. Just watching that made him smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by your mom. Jake saw his phone light up on the table with a text from his dad asking him where he was and another from a contact he promised himself to never answer again. This made his whole good mood disappear and he just felt like going home. He felt guilty to do this but felt the need to be alone and forget about those texts.

“Everything alright?” you asked with a worried expression, just then he noticed he had his brows pressed tightly together. “Oh um, yeah, just my dad texting me.” He said smiling at you, guilt eating him up, but deep down he wasn’t lying, just not telling the whale truth, which made him feel shitty. “It’s getting late so maybe I should go. Thank you for the meal, it was really good!” He got up, grabbing his jacket from the chair. You got up as well and followed him to your front door as your mom stayed in the kitchen cleaning up. “Hey,” You said grabbing his attention “Are you sure you’re alright? You looked pretty tense back there.” You asked in a worried tone. He sighed, nodding at you. “Yes, princess. Don’t worry about it. I’ll text you when I get home, yeah?” You nodded at him and you bid your goodbyes. Before he could leave, you grabbed his wrist. “Thank you for today, really.” You smiled widely at him, making him chuckle at you “You’re welcome, princess. Good night.” You let his hand go as you waved at him before closing the door. You turned around to see your mom leaning on the kitchen door. You held your hand up “Don’t even start, ok?” you said not wanting to have that conversation. “Dind’t day a word, honey.” She said smiling at you. “Whatever. Goodnight, Mom.” “Goodnight, dear.”

You let yourself fall into the comfort of your bed with a sigh. You grabbed your phone, seeing a notification from Jake, making you quickly tap on it. 

jake <3: thank you for tonight, princess :)

jake <3: sorry for leaving so suddenly. my dad texted me and you know how it is…

you: jake you don’t need to thank me 

you: we were both glad to have you eat with us and dont worry about that i totally understand

you: im gonna head to sleep now. goodnight jake :) 

jake <3: goodnight princess:) 

The next day at work you felt kind of uneasy. The way Jake left your house yesterday left you with an unsettling feeling. You didn’t know what his dad had texted him and you surely weren’t gonna ask him, you were in no place to do that. It was already 5:30 pm and Jake still hadn’t stopped by the shop, something unusual since he always comes by lunchtime. You didn’t want to think too much of it and tried to convince yourself that he was just busy. As you were cleaning up a car you just finished fixing, you heard footsteps coming towards you, making you look to see Heeseung and Sunghoon. “Lover boy didn’t come today, huh?” Sunghoon said making you roll your eyes before turning to look at them, now standing up from your crouching position. “He’s not my lover and you know that damn well.” you said propping your hand on your hip. “Yet!” Heeseung says with a stupid grin on his face.

“Anyways, we’re going to this party tonight and we wanted to invite you so you better be there.” the older male said. “Uh, I don’t know, guys. I’m not really-” “Not in the mood, yeah we know. Same story and it’s not working today. You are going today, no excuses.” Sunghoon paused for a while “You know, Jake’s gonna be there.” he said with a smirk. You lightly tapped your foot on the floor, knowing you didn’t really have a choice other than going and if you ended up going you would see Jake. Not that you missed him, maybe just a little bit though.  “Fine, I guess I can go.” you sighed, crossing your arms “Where and when?” Heeseung gave you the details about the party, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Jake there. Even if you were still kind of sour about him not coming, you were sure he had a good reason not to, right?

You walked up to your mirror, checking yourself out one last time before leaving. You lightly rubbed your finger under your lips, cleaning a lipstick smudge. You looked at your outfit, a simple lace, black corset-like top paired with some black leather pants and black heels. The top felt a little too revealing for you, but you decided to come out of your comfort zone for once and try new things. You felt pretty. Your hair was just right, your makeup looked flawless and your outfit was tight just in the right places, flattering your silhouette. Tonight was the night and you were going to enjoy it to the fullest. Sohee had previously texted you, informing you she would also be there with Heeseung, which made you less stressed about this party. You drove to the address Heeseung had texted you, the clock showed 11:45, a reminder that you were 15 minutes late. “Typical y/n, am I right?” you mumbled to yourself when you stopped at a red light. Taking one last turn, you saw a sign with the name of the bar Hee had told you. You parked your car and walked towards the entrance, feeling the biting wind hit your skin, making you regret not taking a small coat with you. You entered the bar and it was already almost full since it was almost midnight. You passed and pushed through the crowd of people Excuses me’s and Sorry’s leaving your lips as you did so. Finally, you were able to spot a tall ash blond who could only be Heeseung and walked towards him.

“Hey and before you scold me, yes I know I’m late.” you said as you and Sohee hugged before taking a seat next to Jay. “Wouldn’t expect any different from you.” Sunghoon said making you let out Shup up to him. You looked around and saw everyone there except for one person. “Where’s Jake?” you asked still looking around, failing to notice the exchange of looks between the four of them. “He’s- Well, he is with some guys from the soccer team, yeah.” Sungoon said, a nervous smile dancing on his lips, making you tilt your head at him “Weird.” you thought out loud. “But don’t worry!” Sunoo said, making you look at him “He’ll probably be here… soon.” “Okay?” you answered, looking at Sohee who was just as confused as you were. There was an unfamiliar tension in the booth and before you could think further about it Heeseung spoke up “No more talking. Let’s get the night started and get drinks!” Everyone got up, greedy to finally get some alcohol in their systems, maybe that’s what you needed. You reached the counter and Heeseung ordered tequila shots for everyone. The shots were gone as quickly as they came and everyone was thirsting for more so Sunghoon ordered six more of the same. 

You and Sohee made your way towards the dance floor full of sweating bodies. You were buzzing inside with the little alcohol in your system and the lights were making you dazed in the best way possible. It had been a long time since you and Sohee hung out like this and you were enjoying this just as much as she was. You had your arms thrown over her shoulders as she hugged your waist and you both swayed to whatever music was playing. The boys were looking at you with pure amusement on their faces, never having seen you like this but they were glad you were enjoying this night so far. Your body felt hot from the heat radiating from everyone around you. You saw couples kissing and grinding against each other and it made your mind wander to Jake and wonder if you and he were ever gonna dance like that like it was just the two of you in the room with no one to interrupt you both. You and your best friend went back to the counter to order drinks for yourselves while the boys went back to the booth.

“Can I get two Pink Whitneys with Sprite, please?” the bartender nodded at you before leaving to prepare the drinks. “Was wondering if you could still party, y/n” Sohee told you laughing. “Oh, shut up. It hasn’t been that long.” You both turned back to the counter when you heard the bartender speak. “For the pretty ladies.” He said putting the drinks in front of you, both of you mumbling Thanks in return. You closed your eyes as you savoured the drink you hadn’t tasted in a long time. “God, I forgot how much I love this.” You said taking a big sip of the pink drink. “Brings back old memories doesn’t it?” Sohee said leaning back as if she was having a flashback. Even though you were a stay-at-home person, back in the first years of college you went partying almost every night since Sohee was a social butterfly and always made sure to bring you along to whatever party she was invited to. Every time Heeseung would host a party, he made sure to have a hidden bottle of Pink Whitney in a small fridge that only he and the boys knew of for you and Sohee. You laughed at her as you tilted the cup towards her for a toast. “For old time’s sake.” She clinked her glass with yours “For old time’s sake!” she said before finishing her drink in one big gulp as she did the same. 

You two got up, making your way to the booth the guys were at. Your vision was starting to blur from all the drinks you had. Only had your low alcohol tolerance to blame. You were trying to walk through the crowd when you spotted a familiar brunette in the middle of it. “Look! Jake’s there, let’s say hi!” you said pushing Sohee towards his way. The grin you had on your face started to slowly fade as your steps got slower. The closer you got to Jake the stronger the pang in your chest grew. You squeezed Sohee’s hand trying to get her attention but she had already seen enough. You two stood there watching as a girl eagerly kissed Jake’s neck, his face was hidden since he was looking opposite from where you were. “Jake?” You felt a pull on your heartstrings and a whimper left your quivering lips when Jake turned his head to the side and made eye contact with you. His face wasn’t showing any emotions previously, quickly contorted with shock as a gasp left his lips, making him immediately push the girl away. Still, Sohee was quicker to pull you away from where you were standing. She was letting out some curses on her way to the booth, something that you couldn’t hear.

When you finally reached the other boys they all were looking at you with worried expressions. Their eyes flickered between each other and you were finally able to catch on what was happening when you arrived. “You guys knew?” you said with a choked sob. None of them were saying a word, making your blood boil when you got your answer. “You all fucking knew this whole time.” you screamed, pointing your finger at them accusingly. “How long has it been going on?” Jay was quick to speak up. “It was just today.” he started. “We didn’t know she was gonna be here and I don’t think Jake knew either.” You were starting to get even more confused “What do you mean she?” you asked shaking your head. They all looked at each other not knowing what to say. “Heeseung, did you know about this?” Sohee asked her boyfriend, and he quickly shook his head no. “No, i swear. None of us knew and as he said it was probably a not-so-pleasant surprise for Jake as well.” Knowing that everyone knew who she was and they weren’t explaining it to you was leaving you irritated and you just wanted to leave. “Sohee can we just go home.” you quietly asked and she ran a hand down your back in a soothing manner. “Yeah, give me your car keys, I’ll drive.” You both turned to leave, no words were exchanged apart from a Drive safely from Heeseung.

When you sat in your car you felt like something exploded inside you as you started sobbing uncontrollably. You hid your face in your hands as you started sobbing. Sohee reached for you, holding you in her embrace. “I don’t even know why I’m crying it’s not like we had something.” you said trying to wipe your tears but they just kept coming. “Y/n, it wouldn’t take a genius to see that something was going on between you two. I can’t honestly understand why Jake would be with someone else, especially her.” “Will anyone ever tell me who she is?” you said in an annoyed tone. Sohee sighed as she sat back in the driver’s seat. “That girl was Aerin. Jake and her were in a weird situationship, kind of friends with benefits but not quite that. They had that going on for almost a year but he eventually broke it off because he finally opened his eyes and realized how much of a bitch she was, even though we were warning him since the beginning.” she paused with a sigh. “She didn’t take it very well since she had always been possessive with him but we thought she finally had gotten over it, it’s been, like, a year and something?” she turned to look at you, seeing you with your head propped in your knees. She raised her hand to cup your cheek, brushing it softly with her thumb.

“I just don’t understand why he would do this, after all that we’ve been through.” You said feeling tears coming back, pooling in your eyes. “Sohee, I let all of my guard down for him, I told him my everything and this feels like history is repeating itself, you know?” You told her as memories from your history with your ex brought you a sour feeling “Y/n, whatever happened between you and Jeno is long behind, I thought we had already talked about this.” “I am over it, Sohee! But seeing Jake do this is just bringing all those feelings back. Six months right after I opened up to Jeno I find out he was cheating on me with the girl I shouldn’t worry about and now when I finally feel like I can commit to someone again, I see Jake like that, how is that fair to me?” you said turning into a sobbing mess again. Your whole body was shaking and Sohee felt her heart shatter seeing her best friend like this.

“Y/n, I know this really isn’t the right time to say this but I’ve known Jake for as long as I’ve been dating Heeseung and I can’t understand why he is doing this. This really isn’t like him, at all.” She rubbed your back “I’m more than sure he will explain himself to you soon. This just doesn't sit right with me.” You wiped your eyes as you sniffed “I don’t want to see him anytime soon, Sohee.” She smiled sadly at you. “I know, honey, But you know it will eventually happen right? It’s inevitable.” You nodded at her, knowing she was right. “Let’s go home yeah? You can stay at mine today. Don’t want you dealing with this alone.” 

Sohee drove off as you stared out the window. Millions of thoughts were running through your head and you felt like it was about to explode. Eventually, you fell asleep during the ride and only woke up when Sohee softly shook you when you arrived. You both entered her apartment, being immediately greeted by her cat who was rubbing herself in your legs. You crouched down to her level, rubbing behind her fluffy white ears, making her purr. Oh to be a cat. Sohee gave you one of her pyjamas for you to sleep in and some makeup wipes, knowing you probably wouldn’t even bother to take it off. You both slipped into her bed, sleeping together like you two would back in the day. You laid back against the headboard as she texted Heeseung to update him. Your own phone buzzed on the bedside table. You grabbed it and saw a notification that normally you would be excited to answer, but not today. You read the texts Jake had sent you.

jake <3: y/n please                                                   

jake <3: i know what it looks like but it isn’t like that 

jake <3: let me explain please                                     

jake <3: you know id never hurt you.                        

You dropped your phone in your lap as you rubbed your eyes with your hands, starting to sniff again. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears as you sighed and leaned back against the headboard. Sohee looked at your phone and then at you, making her sigh. “Where did i go wrong? I must’ve done something really bad in my past life to deserve this.” “Y/n, cut the nonsense, you don’t deserve this, ok?” she said grabbing your arms and turning to look at her. “You’re gonna get through this with me and when you’re ready you’re gonna go back to work and maybe talk with Jake, yeah?” You took a deep breath before nodding at her. “Good. Now you’re gonna rest and tomorrow we’ll see what’s gonna happen.” She grabbed your phone and turned it off, putting it on her bedside table. She turned the light off and you let your head fall into the pillow with a sigh. You stared at the ceiling, trying to shake off all the thoughts going through your head until you felt your eyes closing on their own.

The weekend had gone by slowly. You had texted your mom after everything happened to tell her you were gonna stay at Sohee’s for a few days. All you did was mop around the house and lay in your friend’s bed all day, only getting up when you really needed to. You were sure you were sleeping more than 12 hours a day and still felt like the energy was drowning out of you. Sohee tried to get you to go out and encourage you to go to work to help you forget things but the anxiety you felt at the possibility of encountering Jake was keeping you from doing so. You knew that staying home all day and doing nothing until Sohee came back from work wasn’t gonna help you in any way and you honestly wanted to do something about it but you had no energy to do anything. You walked to the kitchen for nth time that day, placing your cereal bowl on the sink with an accidental loud thud, making you hiss. You sighed as you looked at the mess of plates and cutlery you had accumulated in the sink within just a day. “God, what am I doing.” You said talking to yourself. You stared into nothingness as you got in deep thought. Being like this wasn’t gonna take you anywhere and avoiding situations where you might meet Jake won’t either. So, you made the final decision that you were going to work tomorrow, no matter what. You looked at the clock on the kitchen’s wall and saw it was already 6:30 pm, so without any more self pity you walked to the bathroom to take a shower, determined to get back to your usual work routine. You stared at your figure in the mirror and almost apologized to yourself as you took in your messy and unkempt appearance. You entered the shower and let the warm water fall on your tense shoulders. Sighing, you let your head lean into the shower wall as your body shook with a sob when Jake filled your mind again. Had he tried texting you anymore after that night? You couldn’t really know since you had blocked him on your social media. Was he hurting the way you did? What had really happened? Maybe you were overreacting all this. You should’ve let him explain himself. Dumb y/n, so dumb. 

Jake felt horrible. You really had to come near him at the wrong moment and see something that really wasn’t what it looked like. But he should’ve known the moment she texted him the night he was at your house she was serious. Why couldn’t Aerin just get over the fact they weren’t together anymore, as if they were ever actually together. In his head, it was starting to be too good to be true. As if he was ever gonna get lucky with someone like you. Of course, he had to fuck it up in any way. It’s all your fault, Jake. This was all you. Those words kept repeating themselves in his head as he laid in his bed as his whole body was filled with piercing anxiety. He didn’t know what else to do. He called Heeseung and said you still hadn’t gone to work that week.

The boys knew about the situation and Jake always tried to explain himself while he cried on the phone with any of the guys, even if they reassured him they believed him every day. He should’ve known better than to get involved with Aerin in the first place. He had always been warned about it so why did he still do it? Why couldn’t he just do anything right. The past few days were spent with Jake lying in his bed as he cried and cried for as long as he could. All the feelings he bottled up for so long left his body, making his whole self shake. When he finally was able to open up fully to you, he had it all taken away, knowing you had let your whole guard down for him. He knew you weren’t doing any better than him and that hurt him even more. Knowing he couldn’t be the one to hold you and comfort you was killing. Jake knew he couldn’t stay like this forever and all he wanted to do nothing more than reach out to you and tell you his truth but he knew he had to give you space. So he waits for as long as he needs to because he is not letting you go because of her, he wasn’t letting that happen.

You woke up at the same time as Sohee. The moment you opened your eyes you instantly felt a pang in your chest, knowing you had to go to work today. You threw your arm over your eyes as you sighed. Sohee looked at you as she rubbed her eyes to wake herself up. “Good morning.” she told you to which you only answered with a grumble making her chuckle at you. She got out of bed, opening her curtains, making you squint at the bright light invading the room. “C’mon, get up. You need to get ready.” You sighed again at her words before sitting up on the bed. After you both got ready for work, you sat down at the table as you had breakfast together. “So,” Sohee said mid-chew “are you ready for today?” You looked at her as you sipped on your coffee. “I mean, no. But as you said I can’t keep avoiding him and it’s better if we talk already than not.” You answered as your fork played with the blueberries on your plate. “You got this, yeah?” Sohee reached for your hand across the table. You inhaled as you felt your eyes water but you held yourself back. You nodded at her as you whispered a Yeah in response to her.

You left around 10 am which was the time Sohee usually left for work. As you made your way to the shop, anxiety started bubbling up in your chest, making you take deep breaths to try and keep yourself together. There’s nothing to worry about. If Jake ended up showing up at the shop you guys were just gonna talk, or maybe not. Maybe he will explain to you and assure you it was not what it looked like or maybe he wasn’t and it was exactly what it looked like. “Well, shit.” you said to yourself as you arrived at the shop. You parked your car, seeing everyone already there. You stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air breeze around you. You walked inside and there stood Heeseung and Sunghoon staring at you with warm smiles. “Hey guys!” you greeted. You walked towards them and Sunghoon pulled you into a hug, making you let out a shaky breath. “How’ve you been, dummy?” He asked, letting you go of his arms. “Well, y’know, not good. But! I’m here to change that and yes I’m going to avoid that conversation, if you don’t mind.” They nodded their heads at you, Right and Of course! were their only answers before you asked Heeseung if there was any work for you to which he assigned you to check a car’s engine and gasket. 

You got right to work and you were glad you could distract yourself for most of the time. The car needed to get his gasket changed and it wasn’t an easy task so you needed to have your full focus on it. Working made the day go by faster and you barely had time to lunch as you were so immersed in the task you were assigned to do. Sometimes Ni-ki would linger around you, mostly joking around as you worked, keeping you company, which you were glad he did. If anyone had told you you would’ve ended up getting a summer job at a mechanic shop and befriending the six workers you wouldn’t believe it. But you couldn’t be more glad that you did, you had quickly made six precious friendships with six boys who were all you could ask for in a friend. As someone who never found befriending people easy, you were quite proud of yourself as you had found six treasures in only a lifetime. You knew you could always rely on them, and despite the age gap between the two younger ones, you still would trust them with your life nonetheless.

You felt sweat dripping down your forehead as you worked, making you get up from your bent-over position to wipe the sweat with your forearm, adjusting the strap from your overall that was slipping off your shoulder. “God.” You sighed loudly. Heeseung slid from underneath a car to check on you, “Everything ok?” he asked sitting up. “I guess. Just this thing is harder than I thought it would be.” You said putting your hands on your hips as you stared at the engine in thought. You knew this was gonna be hard, but one wrong move you would need to do it all over. Heeseung got up and walked to where you stood staring at the car. “I think you’re going on the right path. Nothing is looking wrong or weird so keep going.” He said patting your back “You’re doing well, you always do.” You chuckled at his words “You flatter me, Lee.” He laughed at your words “All for the best of my wor-” 

His words were cut off by the roar of an engine. A familiar Ford Mustang pulled up in the driveway.  Your breath stopped for a while until you felt Heeseung get his hand off your back. “I think I should go somewhere else…” You nodded at him, fully understanding why he was doing it. You pretended to go back to work, trying to convince yourself that Jake wouldn’t come over to you if you did that. You heard footsteps getting closer to you and you felt your breath pick up its pace. You got this. “Hey…” You heard the deep yet soft voice say. You looked up to see Jake smiling softly at you and you almost teared up at that. You tried to reciprocate the smile but you were sure it came out shaky. “Hi, Jake.” You said nodding at him. Your gaze drifted from his figure, trying to look at anything but him, as you fiddled with your fingers. “Nice patch!” He said chuckling, making you blush as you stared at the Care Bears patch placed upon your knee. “There was ripped so my mom put it on for me.” You said still not looking at him, making him mutter a Cute under his breath, which you almost missed. “Why are you here?” You asked, looking at his face, but you knew damn well why he was here. Jake took a shaky breath in as he leaned against the wall behind him, his own gaze now avoiding yours.

“I guess- No, I know and I need to explain myself to you.” He started, gulping his anxiety away. “What you saw that night wasn’t something anyone would expect that would happen. I mean, I should’ve had to be honest. The night I went to have dinner with you and your mother I told you I had received a text from my father. Which isn’t a lie, because I did, but you also deserved to know that Aerin had also texted me.” His eyes finally met yours with an apologetic gaze. Your face was contorted in confusion and you waited for him to explain it further. “She somehow found out that you and I had been hanging out and that there was something between us and she texted me some nonsense about knowing I still wanted and was using you as a rebound.” You stared at the ground hearing those words. “Was I a rebound to you Jake?” You asked quietly “No!” He answered with no hesitation “Of course not! And I hope you never felt that way because all I did for you was genuine.” his hand twitched, Jake wanted to reach out to you but he knew he still had further explaining to do. “Going on. That night I was supposed to go out with guys from my soccer team as well as the guys here but Aerin somehow was involved with some of the guys in the team and joined as well. The moment you started approaching me she threw herself at me and started doing whatever she was doing and before I could react and push her away you had already seen it.” His voice became shaky as he played that moment back in his head. “And I would and never will blame you for reacting the way you did. If I was in that position I would do the same, most likely.” Tears started falling from your eyes as you heard him talk. 

Your chest was tight with guilt. You felt bad for what you did to him. He didn’t deserve to go through what you made him go through. You sniffed as you tried to wipe the stubborn tears that kept falling. Jake took a step closer to you, feeling his own eyes water at the sight of your miserable state. “Baby, please don’t cry.” The pet name left his lips before he could think about it but you didn’t seem to have heard it or mind it. “Jake I’m so sorry.” You said between hiccups of sobs “Please, please forgive me. I probably made you go through hell when you didn’t even do anything. I was so selfish.” Your cries got louder as you spoke and you didn’t even care if the boys could hear you. “Y/n, no! Stop apologizing. It was not your fault, ok? You aren’t the one to blame. You weren’t the one causing this, Aering was.” He said pulling you into his embrace. The knot on your chest broke as you finally felt his comforting touch and scent that you loved so much. “I would forgive you in a heartbeat if you had anything to apologize for, but you don't, you hear me?” You looked up at him, sniffling softly as you nodded at him. Jake cupped your face to wipe your tears as he smiled softly at you. “I’m sorry I made you go through all of this.” You saw the tears pooling in his eyes, making you cup his cheek.

“Are we ok now?” He asked, worry still lingering in his tone. You smiled widely at him as you furiously nodded your head “Yes! God, Jake, of course!” You said chuckling between sniffs. He laughed along with you as he stared into your eyes endearingly. Your breath calmed down as you both stared into each other eyes. None of you making a move to look away. Your eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips and you caught a glimpse of him doing the same. You don’t know who was the first to move but suddenly your lips were on his as you two share a long-awaited kiss. Your arms went around his neck as his hands were still cupping your cheeks. You leaned your head to the side to deepen the kiss. Jake let out a happy sigh into the kiss, making you smile against his lips. You both pulled away and you let your eyes look around the room to avoid his gaze. Jake laughed at you and you buried your face into his neck to hide the crimson red spreading on your cheeks. Jake pulled you off of him and held your hand as he started pushing you outside. “Let’s go.” He said nodding towards his car. “Jake I can’t I have to finish-” “Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty sure Heeseung won’t mind.” You were hesitant but still let him drag you to his car. “Ok- wait. Slow down, oh my God. Isn’t this kidnapping? Geez!” You said scowling lightly at him at the eagerness he was pushing you with. “Stop talking nonsense, silly.” 

The boys finally gathered around the entrance as they heard Jake’s car leave with you both inside it. “Well, it was kinda awkward.” Jungwon said breaking the silence. Sunoo rolled his eyes, slapping the boy's arm. “What? It’s true!” He said raising his hands in surrender. Silene took over again as everyone tried to process what had just happened. “If all it takes to leave work early is to argue with my girlfriend then I’m down.” “Ni-ki, shut the fuck up.”

You were anxious for today. Even though Jake has been countless times at your house and had dinner with your parents just as much, you’ve never been at his house, let alone met his parents. But it would change today, Jake had called you today, inviting you to have dinner with his parents at his house. As much as you wanted to refuse, you knew you couldn’t, you couldn’t delay this moment any longer, sooner or later it was gonna happen and it was happening today. You didn’t know how to really feel about it. From what Jake told you, you knew his dad wasn’t the best person but you didn’t know much about his mom. You felt anxiety creeping up your body as you got ready for the night. You tried to look the most presentable you could for Jake’s parents, not wanting to leave a bad first impression.

Your phone buzzed in your bed, you picked it up and saw Jake’s text telling you he was outside. You looked at your reflection one last time before grabbing your purse and leaving. When you got outside you were met with the breathtaking sight of Jake leaning against his car, looking like he just came from a cliché teenage movie. His skin was glowing with the bright sunshine, complementing his skin colour to perfection. His full black outfit was hugging in all the right places, making him look like a runway model. Jake noticed your staring, making him laugh silently. “You know you can take a closer look, right?” His words made you roll your eyes, despite feeling your cheeks grow hot. “You’re so cocky, Jake.” You said as you walked towards him, stopping in front of him as you leaned in for a peck. Jake hummed against your lips, holding your face to kiss you deeper. You tapped his cheek and pulled away, eyeing him with a warning stare. “We have places to be, young man.” Jake sighed at your words and you both got in the car. 

Throughout the car ride, Jake noticed your fidgeting hands and he knew you were nervous. He put his hand on top of yours, still looking at the road ahead of him. “There’s nothing to be worried about, y/n” He said in a quiet voice, making you look at him at the sudden words. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, looking back to the road. “I know. It’s just- I don’t even know why I’m nervous.” You answered chuckling humorlessly. Jake gave your hand a squeeze, giving you a silent reassurance. “I know that from what I say about my dad he sounds scary but he can be nice sometimes and I’m sure he will be pretty okay with you, so don’t think too much about it, yeah? Besides my mom’s gonna be there so it won’t be as bad.” You nodded and smiled at him, leaning on the center console to peck his cheek, making him smile.

Soon enough, you both reached his parent’s house. You felt your heart starting to race as soon as you stepped out of the car. Jake walked beside you, grabbing your hand, holding it tightly against his. Something in him was telling you he was nervous as well and it made you look at him with worried eyes. You both stopped at the front door, looking at each other. Jake smiled at you, nodding his head towards the door, making you take a deep breath as you nodded back at him. He rang the doorbell, the sound echoing in the loud silence as you both waited impatiently.

The door finally opened, revealing a beautiful woman. She didn’t look any older than 45, her skin was smooth with barely any wrinkles adorning it, only faint ones that marked her joyful smile. Her hair had a chestnut tone to it and the perfectly styled curls reached her shoulders. “Jake, my love.” She said as she pulled the said man into her embrace. “I’ve missed you so much!” Jake smiled as he looked at her with a grin. “Missed you too, mom.” He said lovingly pecking her forehead. “Oh, goodness. You must be y/n, I’m Sooyoung! So glad to meet you dear!” She said pulling you in a hug, making you smile at her as you felt the nerves slowly leaving your body. “Yes, I am! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” You told her, as she held your hands in her’s. “You know, Jake sounded so excited to finally introduce you to us, he would always talk about you when he called.” You heard Jake groan beside you. “Mom!” “What? I’m just saying!” She said laughing at his son “Anyways, come inside. Dinner is almost ready!” She leads you both inside the house. “Do you need help with anything?” You asked her “Oh no, dear! Don’t worry, everything’s almost done. You both wait in the leaving room while I finish it.” 

Jake took you to the living room, where his father sat on the couch as he watched whatever news channel was playing. He cleared his throat, making his father loom at you both. “Hey, dad. This is y/n, my girlfriend.” Jake said introducing you to the older man. “Hi, sir. It’s nice to meet you!” You said bowing slightly at him, wiping your sweaty hands in the back of your pants. Jake’s father got up, walking towards the both of you. His straight lips formed a slight smile as he pulled you into a hug, making you let out a surprised sound. “It’s nice to see the girl my son can’t shut up about. Can’t say I’m not surprised to see my son could keep up with a girl like you.” You felt shy at his words, not really knowing what to say. “Ah, I’m sure it’s not like that.” You said rubbing your arm anxiously. He then walked to Jake, shaking hands with his son, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Hope you’ve been behaving well, son.” He said patting his son’s head. “Dad..” Jake said rolling his eyes. The three of you sat on the couch, Jake's dad’s eyes were on the TV but his focus was somewhere else.

“So,” He started. “Where did you two meet?” He asked, turning to look at you two. You looked at Jake and then at his father “We met at my workplace.” You said nodding at him. “You work?” He asked curiously. “Well, it’s a summer job, but yeah I do. Been there for about two and half months maybe?” You smiled at him, rubbing your hands back in forth on your thighs as you tried to ease the nerves. He hummed “And what do you do, may I ask?” “Dad, it’s enough questions.” Jake said but you stopped “It’s okay, Jake.” You said smiling at him. “I’m working at a mechanic shop, which I know it’s not usual as a summer job, but I enjoy it a lot.” His dad opened his mouth to speak but before he could do so, Sooyoung called everyone to the table.

You were all sat at the table peacefully, immersed in a casual conversation. “We should totally book a dinner with your parents y/n, Jake talks about how nice they are when he stays at your house. “ Jake’s mother suggested. “Yeah, I think that would be really nice. They would love it!” You told her, smiling at her as you went back to eating. You noticed Jake had been quiet most of the night, only talking when you were the topic of the conversation. It made you worried that he was behaving this way. You noticed the way his hands were trembling and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him right there and then. You put your utensils down when you finished the meal and one of your hands went to his tigh to rub it in a comforting manner. Jake’s movements faltered when he felt it. His free hand went down to where your hand was placed in his thigh and squeezed it in appreciation. You interlocked your fingers with his and his thumb started rubbing the back of your hand. Jake felt his heart warming up at your actions, looking at you as you spoke with his mother. He smiled, looking down at his empty plate as he tried to hide it.

Jake’s mom got up and walked towards the fridge. “If everyone’s finished, I made dessert!” She said as she put a homemade ice cream bowl on the table. She sat back down and the conversation went on. “y/n I almost forgot to ask! What are you studying?” Sooyung asked as she looked at you. her elbow propped on the table. “Oh, I’m majoring in computer science actually!” You answered with a smile. “I actually share a few classes with Jake.” You said looking at him with a smile, seeing him already looking at you. “Oh really! What a coincidence, isn’t it!” His mother beamed at you. Jake’s father scoffed beside his mother making you snap your head in his direction. “I’m surprised he actually attends classes.” He said looking down at his desert. Jake’s hand tightened almost painfully in your grip.

The tension in the room was thick and if you wanted you could cut it with a knife. Jake’s mother scolded him silently for speaking about it when you were present, but the man couldn’t care less. “Soccer, soccer, soccer. It’s all that goes through that head of his.” He said, finally looking up at his son, who stared at him with a stoic expression. “I work hard every day to give him a stable future and yet he doesn’t even think about pursuing that.” He said with an expression that could be read as disappointment. “Look at his brother. Working a high-paying job, a stable one, and yet, you can’t take it as an example to look up to. Do you really think soccer’s gonna take you anywhere in life?” He asked but he wasn’t really looking for an answer. Your heart felt like it could jump out of your chest with how quick it was beating. Jake’s face was emotionless but his hands were shaking as the force of his own father’s words hit him like rocks. It hurt you to see him take all this and you just couldn’t keep yourself quiet any longer

“You know,” You started “Jake’s really good at what he does best, even if it’s at soccer.” You gulped your nerves down as you continued. “If there’s something my parents never did was interfere in my future. They never once told me I should follow this or that, never. Because nothing was more important than them seeing me do something that makes me happy. If soccer is what he loves doing, then why not let him do that? I don’t know a thing about soccer or sports but if he’s known in almost every national university’s soccer team then he must be damn good at what he does. So why not support him in that? Even if it goes bad for him, which I must say I doubt, he’s going to graduate so there’s always a plan b. Have you ever considered your son’s happiness? I genuinely don’t intend to be disrespectful to you or your company, but is your business more important than your son? You have a son working in that field so why not make him take over it instead of Jake, who clearly doesn’t want to do it?”

You looked at Jake, seeing him look at you with tears pooling in his eyes, making your own eyes water. “Jake deserves nothing but to be happy. If you only could see how much he’s done then maybe you would love him a bit more.” You got up from your chair, the scraping sound made you slightly hiss. Jake understood what you were doing and did the same. “I’m so sorry about this, but I just can’t stand you seeing talk so low of your son. I hope you can reflect a little bit. Again, I’m sorry.” You turned to leave, Jake following behind you.

When the front door shut close, Jake instantly broke down, throwing himself in your embrace. His body shook with broken cries, making you screw your eyes shut as you tried to stop your tears. You held him tightly, rubbing his back in a soothing manner. “It’s alright now.” you said in a whisper, your hand coming up to tangle itself in his hair. When his cries died out Jake pulled out of your arms, looking at you. His hands cradled your face, as his eyes scanned your features. He smiled at you, making you mirror his expression. He leaned down as he pecked your lips and your hands came up to hold his that were holding your face. “I’m sorry for, you know, causing all that. I just couldn’t not do anything.” You said looking down. “Hey, don’t apologize. Thank you for that, really.” he said letting out a breath. “It’s better you saying that than me having another screaming match with my father.” He smiled sadly.

“I didn’t know you liked me that much, though.” He joked trying to lighten the mood. “Oh, c’mon Jake, seriously.” You said groaning at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He said laughing. “Y’know, I like you that much too.” You felt shy under his gaze, suddenly not able to look in his eyes. “Do you really?” You asked as you kicked tiny rocks on the floor. “Yes, silly. Of course I do…” Jake tensed “Even more than liking, actually.” You looked up at him when he said that, seeing him biting his lips nervously. “What?” You asked, surprised as you felt your heart race. “I- sorry I shouldn’t-” “Jake.” You cut him off, laughing at him. He stared at you wide-eyed, his cheeks flushed and his ears red.

You threw your arms over his shoulder, making a slight force to pull him closer. You smiled up at him. “I love you.” Jake almost choked in his own spit, not expecting to hear those words coming out of your mouth. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to say something. He took a deep breath and put his hands on your waist, suddenly feeling like he was in high school again, about to have his first kiss. He leaned in to kiss you, moving his head to the side to deepen it. Both of your lips moving on their own as you shared a passionate kiss. Jake pulled away before he could go further, his forehead resting against yours as he giggled, making you laugh at his behaviour. “I love you too princess.” He finally said, “So much.” He pecked your lips again, and again, and again until you pushed his chest as you laughed at him. He grinned at you, as he grabbed your hand in his. “Let’s go?” He asked and you nodded at him. You both got in the car, ready to go home as some soft tunes played from to radio.

Jake had been trying to make his house a home for a long time, but maybe home was where you were.

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

Good day! I’m looking for Carlos Sainz go take me order if that’s ok? Could I have a extra sweetness with the brownies and possibly please a side of angel food cake? And I’d love some tonic water on the side please 💗

Thank you!

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, so as soon as i saw this an idea immediately popped into my head and as requested i made your order extra sweet <3 your requested prompts will be bolded and i once again couldn't stop myself from adding the victoria sponge prompt, with stories like these the idea of the victoria sponge prompt makes me all giggly and warm <3

pairing; carlos sainz x younger girlfriend reader

blurb; you've had a lot of bad relationships in the past, ones you've never fully recovered from so when your older boyfriend wants to try something new in the sex department you can't help but feel nervous but don't worry darling, soft boyfriend carlos is here to help.

warnings; oral fem!receiving, thigh kisses, google translated spanish, fingering, a speck of spitting and soft!dom!carlos [let me know if i missed anything]

dulce chico; sweet boy angelito; little angel

tonic water; age gap [carlos is 30 and reader is 23] brownie; "no fucking touching" angel food cake; "did you just squirt, since when could you do that" victoria sponge; "you wanna hold my hand"

currently playing; water by tyla "make me sweat, make me hotter, make me lose my breath, make me water"

"i don't know carlos" you mumbled from your position on the sofa beside him, he had asked you if he could try something new and while it's not like you didn't trust him because you did, you trusted him with your life but what he was suggesting you'd tried before and gotten shamed for it by previous partners but they had all been boys, carlos however was a man and one who knew how to take care of you like the goddess you were.

he practically worshiped the very ground you walked on, people all asked why you were with someone older than you and your answer was simply "he treats me right" and when they asked how you met.. well you could remember that moment in your life pretty vividly.

you had ended up meeting in the most meet cute way you could ever imagine, you'd been on a vacation with your family in madrid, your parents had been wanting to go back ever since their honeymoon 24 years ago.

you'd stopped at a farmers market close to your hotel to pick up some flowers for your parents wedding anniversary when you'd run, literally into carlos who'd been wandering the markets with his mother while on a quick visit home, while you had kept apologizing profusely, carlos simply couldn't take his eyes off you in your little pink plaid skirt and lacy white tank, you looked so soft and sweet and innocent, fuck did he love it.

you'd offered to buy him a coffee or even a pastry of some kind to make up for running into him and he'd said yes mainly just to be near you, to get to know you and that's how you found yourself wandering around the market nibbling on pastries while you chatted away with carlos, it seemed innocent enough, at least that's what you thought.

he'd ask to see you again sometime and you'd agreed thinking that he would make a great friend for while you were in madrid.

but when carlos first started to show an interest in you that was more than platonic after only knowing you a few weeks, you ignored him like the plague, he was just another guy capable of destroying you more than you already had been by the multiple exes in your past.

what made it even more nerve wracking was the fact he was older than you and not by much, at least that's what you thought. carlos on the other hand couldn't stay away and didn't get why you were ignoring him.

meeting you changed his life for the better and having to go a day without hearing you giggle or call him merely just say good morning was killing him.

at least it was until your sister who had met him randomly when you were out together and had decided to meet up with carlos, had explained everything to him, the trauma you'd gone through at the hands of your ex boyfriends, he could understand why you were scared of his advances now.

after a little convincing by your sister and little begging from carlos, he finally got you to agree to a date, he had promised to go slow and treat like every women deserved to be treated, the man worshiped the very ground you walked on after all for christ sakes.

you had kept in touch after leaving spain and when you felt ready you traveled back to madrid to spend time with him and you just never left.

and so here you were a year later, happier than you've ever been in any of your previous relationships and sure you'd been intimate with carlos before but what he was asking now made you nervous, he asked to eat you out saying that you looked so sweet just sitting next him reading and that's what lead to the current situation that you were in "what do you mean you don't know" he asked.

his question had you fidgeting but as always carlos was there to comfort you, placing his hand on your thigh "no fucking touching" you snapped before feeling bad and so you mumbled "please" you pushed his hand off your leg "i need to think and i can't do that with hands on me, your very distracting" you explained with a soft laugh, it just made carlos smile but then said smile faded at another thought.

"why don't you want to.. do you not trust me" he seemed worried and your hand immediately went to his arm "no dulce chico, i trust you it's just the last person i let down there... they didn't ask, i asked them and i was told i was gross and that no man ever does it willingly"

oh now carlos was angry, he couldn't believe that one of your old boyfriends had said that to you "no baby, it's not gross.. i want to make you feel good" his hand went back to your thigh, rubbing small circles on the skin there, carlos noticed you wriggle around and squeeze your legs closer together, your slight very quiet whimper had him raising his eyebrows while he smiled "is the idea of this turning you on angelito"

"maybe" you murmured, your hand taking hold of his own, tangling your fingers together to ground yourself as you sat there thinking and after a few minutes, you'd finally decided "alright you know what.. lets... lets try it" you told him and the way carlos pounced on you then made you giggle.

he moved you onto your back while you kept laughing at his eagerness, he placed a sloppy kiss to your lips before laying himself down in between your legs, fingers moving your underwear to the side quickly before pushing your sweet little skirt over your hips and wrapping his arms over your waist, placing sweet little kisses to the skin of your thigh making you squirm even more.

"carlos.. don't tease me" you whimpered making him chuckle against your thigh "patient angelito" he gently kissed at your folds, groaning at the taste of you on his lips before diving straight in, licking at your juices like a man starved.

"gross my fucking ass.. you taste so perfect.. like honey" he mumbled as his tongue slipped inside you slurping up all the juices that slipped from your aching hole.

the new feelings you were experiencing were euphoric and you just couldn't seem to keep your head on straight no matter what you did, you gripped at the couch cushions and even carlos's hair.

so as a last resort you reached for his fingers that rested on your stomach, when he felt your hand brush his own carlos couldn't help smile against your folds as he pulled away for just a second "you wanna hold my hand" you merely nodded, your other hand gripping out the couch cushion above your head.

carlos couldn't get enough of the way you looked right now with flushed cheeks and your chest rising and falling as you panted in excitement.

he tangled his fingers with yours before going back to work, bringing his thumb to your clit to rub little circles as he licked and sucked at your sweet pussy.

carlos continued like this for a while, listening to you moan blissfully above him, if carlos could describe heaven it would be this, this moment right here with his face buried in your cunt licking at you while you made such beautiful noises, your hands holding onto eachothers, a symbol of your connection and love for each other, after a while he pulled away to kitten lick at your clit and he slipped his fingers inside your tight cunt, feeling you clench around his fingers "jesus angelito... so tight"

your hips started to rut against carlos's hand, causing them to push deeper and deeper in and then you squealed as a sparks zipped up your spine "what the fuck was that" you asked as your breathing calmed down"your g spot" carlos chuckled and hit it again as his fingers kept thrusting in and out at a fast pace and so you kept squealing.

it wasn't long before your gripped carlos's hand a little too tight as you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

as your breathing calmed down, you sat up slightly to look at carlos, hand still clutched in his, carlos just lay frozen between your legs face wet "you alright baby" you asked and he just chuckled "did you just squirt, since when could you do that"

you stared at him surprised, you had done what? "i did what now?"

to say that you were both surprised was an understatement but when carlos scampered up your body, you giggled at his excitement "i wanna make you do it again" he said, voice shaky and you smiled softly at him

"go on then baby.. make me water" you giggled, hands cupping his face, god he was adorable, this was perfect, this moment, this relationship.. you'd never been happier than this and you hoped that it would never ever end mostly because you had never felt safer than you did right now while wrapped up in carlos strong arms.

[zigrethsnotebook]

Hey, there! <3 I'll be honest with you @subt1tl3, I don't know a whole lot about Bill's home dimension (haven't gotten my hand on TBOB yet, unfortunately), but I will google it and try my best to make this interesting regardless, because the idea sounds awesome! ^^'

edit: sorry I read opposite of Bill and blacked out for a while, hope this makes sense haha

The Demon's Angel

Bill x Euclidean!Reader

words: 2,236

tags: sfw, angst, starts out a bit horrific (description of what happened to Euclydia), gets a little better after that

Bill Cipher. You had heard of him back in the day. The disabled triangle. Blind they called him. Little did they know how wrong they were. Little did they know of all the things out there, just outside their vision.

Now, to be fair, way back when you had first heard of him, you hadn't actually met him. Had someone told you back then that he could see the stars as well then you would have made an effort to find him.

Nobody did, though. And you hadn't exactly been willing to give up your life the way you had built it, just on the irrational hope that you could find someone who was like you. Someone who could see the stars.

Unlike Bill, you were lucky enough to be blessed with many eyes. Too many, perhaps, because some of them hadn't settled on your sides the way they were supposed to. Instead, they were strewn all over your body.

Which meant that you could see your home world, two dimensional, the way you were supposed to. But any time you opened the rest of your eyes, you could see beyond that. You could see into the third dimension.

You quickly learnt that this was not a normal gift to have and stopped talking about it early on. Your parents had soon forgotten that you ever talked about it, thinking it was just your childhood imagination. It was for the better.

Then, it was worse. Out of nowhere your whole world shifted, lifted from the ground only you could perceive. You watched your friends and family quite literally fall apart, physically incapable of existing in three dimensions.

Unmoving, you waited for the same to happen to you. It never did.

It took you a very long time to find your bearings. You had to learn how to stand, walk and then taught yourself how to float, finding it easier than walking. You tried to find someone, anyone still alive but you found no one.

After what would have been at least a millenia by this world's calculations, you gave up. You accepted your fate of being the only survivor of this world and sought out a new one.

Somehow, after many centuries of trying to, you managed to jump into a different dimension. There, you found three dimensional creatures of all shapes and sizes. You made it your new home.

It took the creatures of this world many millennia to evolve into humans. Fascinating creatures. They were able to have complex thoughts and eventually, they were able to communicate with you. You helped them build their civilization and they, in turn, worshiped you.

They believed you were a being sent by the gods to guide them. Angel, they called you. You gladly took the new name, anything to rid you of the memories of your old world.

You were able to perform what the humans called 'magic'. You would have been able to explain your abilities to them, but they were not yet ready to understand. It was unclear if they ever would be able to understand.

There were times when you missed your home and the people but you were always able to busy yourself with new things before the memories got too heavy.

Meanwhile, Bill had conquered the nightmare realm and was looking for a new dimension. Stanford Pines had just summoned him for the first time and they quickly became partners. Or that's what Bill wanted him to think.

One day, Bill wanted to prove to Ford that he was clairvoyant and could see the past, present and future of this world. As he did that, he had... not a vision, but something else. It felt like an instinct, long forgotten and buried deep beneath himself. It called out to him, telling him that there was something in this world. A remnant of his own.

Bill made Ford look for it around the entire globe. When Ford came back empty-handed he almost blew his cover. Bill knew there was something here, he could feel it. But there was nothing he could do.

Eventually, Ford realized something. He showed Bill various religious texts and explained how his own resembled the description most associated with a demon. Oblivious fool that Ford was, he didn’t think about the implications of his own findings.

Further, he explained, he found descriptions that were essentially the same, but claimed the being to be an angel. A being with a diamont body that was covered in eyes.

Bill couldn't explain how, but he knew that this was what... who he was looking for. Another Euclidean.

He made plans to look for them himself as soon as Ford had finished the portal and he could enter this world. There was nothing he longed for more than to find someone from home. Anything, to make him feel like he hadn't destroyed his entire reality.

When Ford inevitably snapped and was sucked into the nightmare realm he was devastated. Bill couldn't believe that he had failed so miserably yet again.

Another thirty years went by before he got another shot at entering this world. Your world. His plans to conquer it were now only a facade he kept up to hide his true goal of finding you.

Eventually, he managed to step over, to cause weirdmageddon. He wanted to use it as a cover to look for you, but he was again struck down as he realized that the entire town of Gravity Falls was covered in a large bubble keeping all the weirdness inside.

Bill cursed to himself and wreaked havoc over the town, letting out all his anger and frustration on its citizens.

It took about two days to reach you, the sound of their prayers. These days, not all humans believed in your existence. But those who did would pray to you regularly. Some of those humans resided in Gravity Falls.

At first, you were hesitant to go. There was always trouble somewhere in this world and you were already busy. But then, one of the prayers begged you to safe them from a demon in the shape of a triangle.

Humans and all the other creatures of this world were round and awfully misshapen, none held the form of a geometric shape. You made your way to this town at once.

When you arrived and floated in front of the barrier you were intrigued. You had been to every part of this planet but nothing like this had ever shown itself to you. You floated through the barrier with ease.

Even though you didn’t know it yet, and maybe would never find out, the barrier was focused on weirdness. You, on the other hand, were classified as divine by the humans. Therefore, it had no effect on you.

In the midst of this town, the center of the barrier, you saw a gigantic pyramid floating above the ground. It was a good first place to look for a triangle.

You floated inside, careful not to be seen, keeping eyes out in every conceivable direction. In the center of a big hall, you found a massive throne made of humans who were turned to stone. Apart from them, the room was empty.

You made quick work of the throne, turning all humans back to their true form and guiding them to a place to hide, urging them to be quiet. They trusted you, even the ones who didn’t believe in you anymore. The trust had been passed down in generations and was now a part of the humans' very DNA.

You floated into the middle of the room where the throne once stood and waited. It didn’t take long for Bill to be back.

His body was still very big, to fit in with his friends. They had just collected Ford. Bill held the human coated in gold in his hand. When he entered the room and saw that the throne was missing, he was about to explode into a fit of rage.

But he didn’t when he saw you. Floating there in that same spot. A rhombus littered with eyes. Your body purple, your limbs white with a halo floating above you. You looked like the exact opposite of him and he fell in love instantly.

Bill was so mesmerized by you that he dropped Ford to the floor and shrunk his own body down to your size as he floated toward you. His maniacs knew better than to question his actions.

He was speechless. Bill had spent millenia looking for other survivors and now he had found one. Floating in his own house. More or less. You also recognized him for what he was but right now you felt a stronger connection to the humans than to him.

You narrowed all of your eyes at him. Your voice was loud and booming. "You dare to hurt these creatures?!" Bill scoffed. "Why do you care?" You floated closer to him, conjuring thunder to boom inside the pyramid. "This world is my home. And these creatures are under my protection!" You conjured a lightning bolt to strike between you two.

Bill stumbled back, his eye wide in shock. He couldn't get on your bad side! The last thing he wanted right now was for the other last Euclidean to despise him personally.

"No! No, no, no. That was never my intention. I just needed a way to get your attention. Here, I'll prove it." Bill floated the golden Ford over to himself, making him stand upright between you two. He turned Ford back to his normal form.

Ford, in turn, immediately turned to Bill, angry. "I'll never help you, Bill. There is nothing you could offer me to give up the entire planet for you to destroy!" Bill's eye widened even more as he scrambled to cover Ford's mouth with his hand. "He didn’t mean that."

You were about to go for another round of intimidation when it hit you. Your frown faded and your posture relaxed. "Did he just call you Bill? You're not Bill Cipher, are you? The blind guy?"

Bill's hand on Ford's face lost its grip and he quickly pushed it away as Bill floated a little closer to you again. "The very same! Although, I haven't been called blind in a while." You suddenly felt sheepish. "I didn’t mean to insult you."

Ford and the henchmaniacs looked around each other quizzically, none of them able to grasp what this meeting meant to either of you. They were also a little weirded out by the obvious flirting that was starting between you both.

"You couldn't possibly. But do tell, who are you exactly? Have we met before?" Bill floated around you, looking at you from every angle. It was cute. You followed his movements with your eyes.

"No, we've never met. The people of this world call me Angel." Bill chuckled. "I can get behind that, you certainly look like an angel to me."

Ford cleared his throat, getting the attention and a glare from Bill. "Don't you two want to have some... privacy?" He tried to word the question as ambiguous as possible. You spoke before Bill had a chance to.

"Yes. You all are free to leave. Bill and I have some catching up to do." He wanted to protest but when he turned back to look at you, all the anger faded from his mind. You shifted your focus back to Bill. "Come with me."

You floated out of the pyramid, Bill following close behind. Both of you leaving the humans and the henchmaniacs behind. Surprisingly, nothing bad happened. During the time you and Bill were away, the humans found a way to get back down to the ground and the others found something else to do.

You both left the pyramid and you led Bill to the cliff, sitting on the edge of it together, looking up at the stars. "I will never get tired of the stars. Did you see them as well? Back home?" You turned some of your eyes to Bill as you voiced the question. The rest remained locked on the night sky.

"Yes." Bill took a deep breath before he continued. "They called me blind because I could only look up at the stars. The only time I saw the faces of my parents was when-" His voice broke off. He didn’t need to finish the sentence.

"That's horrible. I'm so sorry." You reached your hand out to comfort him. Bill flinched when your hand made contact with his side but he quickly relaxed into the touch. "Back then I had heard stories of a blind triangle. If I had known that you were like me..."

Your voice trailed off as Bill turned to look at you. "I'm sorry, too. For not finding you before today." You hummed. "I suppose it was meant to be this way. At least now we finally get to look at the stars together."

Bill turned back towards the sky. "Yeah..." Without thinking about it, he leaned towards you until his side was resting on yours. A sudden panic of overstepping filled his systems and just as he was about to pull away again, you wrapped your arm around him, keeping him at your side.

He relaxed into your touch. Finally, he had found someone who felt a little bit like home...

p.s.: little doodle of what I imagine reader to look like in this

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime.

[loves1ckgirl]

Denki Kaminari with an online best friend

Denki x American! reader

Online friends + maybe romantic-ish

Note, I have no idea how to write in the grammar of someone learning English so I’m just avoiding contractions and using a bit of chat gtp to make the sentence to be a little more incorrect lol.

He initially met you while playing a FPS at 3am

The game between you and both was mostly silent aside from some English and Japanese cursing, Denki understood some what you said

You however; did not understand him, but assumed he was expressing the same frustration and wasn’t just getting upset at you

After your first game was played, he had sent you a few emojis and a little english

The game you had been playing along side some random from Japan had gone surprisingly well. It was such a bad game for the loser you wondered if it was because they were absolute garbage or all of a sudden you became a gaming god. As you leaned back in your chair and attempted to fix the knot that formed in your back from hunching, you looked back at your computer screen. There you see a friend and message request.

Kaminarieki

“You are good at playing. Can we play more?”

As you read the message, you decide to respond and pray he wasn’t some 30 year old incel. After all, you were bored, and a bit lonely.

After that first interaction, you would go on to play with him often

However, neither of you talked very often especially after you came to the conclusion you didn’t speak the same language

In the end, there were still some short convos

Kaminari liked these, as he thought you were cool

The fact that UA English classes were more rigorous helped him in talking to you (a hero needed to communicate with a large variety of people)

A couple of months in, he was struggling with his classes exponentially, and no amount of help by his friends would help him,

He then thought it was a good idea to message you and explain that he thought it would be nice to talk and learn through a fluent speaker instead

Kaminarieki

“Can we talk a lot I am learning English I think your cool.”

“I’m down. It’s late now though. I have school is tomorrow okay? Also, the your should be you’re”

Kaminari sends a cute little heart emoji,

“Yes. Thank you.”

For awhile, you’d avoid many abbreviations and some complex Slang

Eventually Kaminari had gotten more advanced and you spoke more casually

After exchanging Instagram and other accounts, instead of mostly talking as you guys played, it started during school and random times of day

The time difference didn’t mean much since the both of you had terrible sleep schedules

(Although, he was a bit more regular due to his hero school)

As you talked to him you obviously found more of his personality and it had become more endearing tbh

He’d most definitely google English pick up lines

Eventually as his friends noticed his behavior and how if he’d planned to play with you he’d decline

Also how he’d be texting more than before (mostly on his Sundays and Monday’s as you’d be awake the longest when he was.)

Lowkey hates the time difference tbh.

Anyway, as his friends noticed him typing away on those two days in particular they’d begun to ask questions about who he was texting

“My friend.” He’d say, looking up from the phone for a second before continuing the text. Mina had begun even more curious than previously.

“Whaaa? Friend? Who?” She asks, leaning over the couch and Kaminari’s shoulder. She sees joke flirty messages that he sends and receives.

He ended up telling them about you and explains that’s why his English grade was getting better

Anywayyy he’s overall super cute with you

Basically just being himself

If you ever wanted to learn Japanese he’d 100% do his best to help you enthusiastically

He tries his best to keep you updated since it’s its hard to talk to you regularly

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Baby Roy Coming Out

Requested: hiya! i was wondering if you could do some Roy sibling headcanons regarding them realizing they are lgbtq+/being in their first (openly) lgbtq+ relationship :3 this blog gives me so much joy, thank you for all that you do!! 💚💚💚 - anon

Requested: Headcanon/fic request :) What if baby Roy came out to their siblings as part of the lgbt+ community? How do you think they would react? Would they be comforting or confused? Especially since most are involved in a conservative news conglomerate. - anon

Requested: Hi! i love your baby roy fics❤️ could i requests baby roy coming out as queer to the sibs? i think it would be so interesting to know their reactions and how logan may have influenced those. thank you so much🫶🫶 - anon

Requested: ooooh! what if baby Roy was queer in some way? - anon

A/N: Happy pride month, my loves!!! These were all requests from months ago, I'm so sorry it took me this long!!! I never actually came out to my family. I've told friends and (accidentally) a few cousins lol, just not my mom/grandparents/etc. It just feels like it's my business and not anyone else's. Still, I am absolutely in love with this idea! I kept things pretty general so that a larger amount of people could relate rather than focused solely on a single gender/sexuality specifically! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor doesn't really understand what you mean. Connor is much older than you and the rest of your siblings. He was brought up in a different time. He doesn't really understand beyond the basics. Still, you're his baby. He wants to know everything about you, he wants there to be no secrets between you. So, that means doing lots of Googling and ending up on some sketchy, inappropriate websites. The next time he sees you, and you're able to get a moment alone, he pulls out his list of questions he has for you. Some things you can explain, others you have to figure out before you get back to him. You're still new to all of this. None of you were introduced to relationships and people and expressions that were different than heterosexual and cisgender. You still have a lot of questions and feelings and self-doubts that you have to work through before you can figure out these obscure references your brother has found on the internet. He's so proud of you, that he makes clear, even if he is a little confused. He gets you a little flag and hangs his own outside of his home. No one ever visits him besides you, so you're the only one who sees it. He wants to go to your local Pride and parade you around. Connor loves you, you're his baby. Regardless of your differences, he will always be there for you. Always.

Kendall thinks you're doing this for attention. That all of this is a phase you'll grow out of and realize you were wrong about. You don't officially come out to him. You know better. It's Connor who tells him when you start dressing differently/inviting potential partners over who are more than just friends. Kendall can't wrap his head around it. He doesn't understand that you were born this way, this is who you've always been, and not just a decision you made one day. He doesn't really get that being lgbtq+ isn't a choice. As far as he can understand, you're doing this to get (the wrong kind of) attention from Logan. That you want to be different and act out and so you're doing this. It doesn't matter that you're a rational adult just coming to terms with who you are, he still sees you as an irrational little kid. Connor tries to help by explaining the different colors in the flag/s, but that just makes him more confused and when he's confused he gets angry. When you fight, because when do the Roy siblings not fight, it's the first thing he brings up as a means of saying you're not as adult as you think you are if you're going to live your life like this. It's like a slap to the face every time. When they were married, Rava tried to get him to understand this isn't what he thinks it is, but nothing and no one can get through to him. He is your Mini Logan. There's no getting through to him about the matter.

Shiv is trying to be as comforting as possible. You were a teenager when you came out to her. You were full of so many confusing feelings, feeling you couldn't vocalize to anyone until it just sort of came out. Luckily, it was Shiv you said it to and not Kendall or your father. You were so upset, distressed, lost, she figured comforting you would be first and then addressing what you said. Shiv wasn't bothered by what you had said, who you said you were. She knew plenty of lgbtg+ people in college. She even went to a few gay clubs just to party. Still, she was of the mind that you were maybe a little too young to really know what those words meant. She said this, which, in the moment, broke your heart. Your sister, the person you went to when you were having friendship problems and disagreement with your father, truly believed you were too young to have figured this out about yourself. For so many years you thought there was something wrong with you, and you finally had words to describe it, and this is all she had to say? Of course, as the years go on, and you're more open about who you are in this family, she recognizes she might have been wrong. She would never admit to that, of course. She'll always be the first person you came out to. It's not a great story to have, but the hurt lessens as time goes on and you realize, though you have always known, your family isn't caught up with the times. They can say they're progressive, but it's in name only.

The first thing Roman does is list off as many crude jokes as he can. One after the other, a few of them with slurs, until he's gotten it all out of his system. Truthfully, he doesn't really care what you do or who you do as long as it's not in front of him. He's been ridiculed by Logan, and your siblings, about his sexuality (or lack thereof) that he can't understand why you're willingly telling him this thing about you that will make you different. In his mind, you're inviting the ridicule and blame that'll come from your father (and Kendall). Why would you admit to this? Why can't you just keep it to yourself? Why can't other people just keep these kinds of things to themselves? He's not against it. He's had his fair share of crushes on all types of people. But he thinks that it's a bit much when you start dressing differently or inviting partners to events/holidays. You're making yourself a target for hate and anger and confusion. He's spent his whole life trying to shield himself from those kinds of emotions because it can lead to hurt and abuse. In his mind, you coming out just invites these feelings and issues, leaving you vulnerable. He cringes every time you tell someone new because he fears it'll lead to blame and ridicule. He doesn't understand why you have to be so open about this when, for decades, people like you lived in secret? What's so hard about keeping it a secret? It's safer that way.

[anonymous-character-tournament]

Welcome to the Anonymous Character Tournament!

Have you ever broken down your blorbo to their base components?

Have you ever tried to explain your blorbo to a friend and realised they're really a few cool concepts in a trenchcoat?

Have you ever wondered how many people would like your blorbo if only they knew them?

Taking inspiration from @guess-that-ship, @mysterytournament and @masqueradetourney, and inspired by others like @qpr-competition, @the-ultimate-tournament, @autismswagsummit.

This is a competition to see which blorbo is the most compelling when stripped of their name and their immediately identifying characteristics. As the title says, each participant will be anonymous, and you'll only know a few cool details about them when you vote. The names will be revealed when each character loses, but you're welcome to speculate (I won't confirm anything).

Rules:

Nominations are only through this Google form, which will close on April 26th at 5pm UTC. Any nomination through any other means will be ignored.

OCs and real people are not allowed.

In the form you must provide the character's name and the media they're from.

You must also provide a list of up to five cool characteristics about the character you're submitting (I will pick from here when making the presentations that will appear under every poll). If you include more than five characteristics, I will ignore from the sixth onward.

Characteristics should be captivating and short: bullet points are accepted, short complete phrases are accepted, paragraphs are not accepted.

Characteristics should be vague enough as not to make the character immediately recognisable. They also must things the character canonically is/has done.

You may include further details about the character you're submitting in the fourth question of the form, without a length limit. Avoid immediately recognisable characteristics and/or accomplishments here also. (While this won't appear on the polls, it will be used as propaganda and linked under every poll.)

Please nominate each character only once, but of course you can nominate as many as you want. Though, only one nomination per form is allowed, otherwise I'll just ignore all of them.

I have no idea how many participants this tournament will end up having. I will have an answer after the submission form closes.

Before the voting starts, we'll have a presentation round like I did for @book-was-better. If you want to see a facsimile of a presentation round post for this tournament, maybe for taking inspiration for the short characteristics, go here. Be advised that the character depicted in the facsimile doesn't actually exist and as such won't be included in the tournament.

Disclaimer: As I won't vet any of the submissions (except for if they follow the rules or not) and you won't know who you're voting for, you may end up voting for a character you hate or one from a media you hate. I don't take any responsibility for the distress it may cause.

[radinclus-not-radqueer]

On "consensual incest"

PT: On "consensual incest" END PT

I know I said this wouldn't be an education account, but as this affected me personally and is something other anti-radqueers struggle to argue against, I decided to briefly explain why "consensual incest" is a lie and how it's almost always harmful.

Let's start this out by explaining that, when you're being hurt, you often don't notice it. Any abuse or grooming victim can tell you that when you're currently being abused, you usually don't recognize it. Even if you do recognize that something is wrong, you convince yourself that it is either normal/it'll get better soon or it's entirely your fault. An abuser rarely ever directly states "I'm abusing you" (and when they do, it's often a sarcastic joke made to make the victim think they're imagining it).

When you're a minor being abused by a family member who lives with you, it is nearly impossible to leave. Because of this, your brain tries to convince you that everything is fine because you have no other option besides staying. On top of this, abusers often follow up abuse with love, gifts, and apologies, pretending that they're going to change and that it actually wasn't that bad. This further manipulates the victim into believing everything is actually just fine - and when you can't physically leave your abuser, your brain is already trying to latch onto anything to make it seem better.

People who support "consensual incest" are probably already skeptical of this because I keep talking about abuse - however, there have been many, many studies that incestual relationships badly affect your mental health and traumatize you.

According to this study in 1983, incest victims are much more prone to drug and alcohol abuse, depression, and intense guilt, and are also at an increased risk of marital problems and abusing their children. It also states that victims will usually have PTSD, which will worsen if they don't receive help.

In this study from 1992, victims of incest were shown to have much higher rates of anxiety, depression, phobias, PTSD, and alcohol addiction.

In this article from 2018, it states that survivors of incest are more likely to report feeling depressed and psychologically damaged than survivors of other types of sexual abuse. They are also more likely to be shamed and shunned when they try to go to others for help.

There are many, many more studies and articles explaining the same thing. If you google "stories from survivors of incest", you can find many stories from people who went through this type of abuse.

You can say that everything is actually fine and you're in a happy, healthy relationship, but as I explained above, it may seem like that, but it is often not the case. If you believe that your partner is an amazing person and would never do that to you: your partner is most likely lying to you. You are probably experiencing love bombing - where an abuser tries to act all sorry and loving to keep their victim trapped in the relationship.

Many victims of incest report that they convinced themselves everything was fine. Ex-radqueer victims (including myself) have, time and time again, talked about how they were encouraged to stay quiet about their abuse because it was "consensual" and they were only grossed out because it's "stigmatized".

I was manipulated by radqueers into pursuing a relationship with my sibling. My sibling and I have always been best friends, partially because we've both been through a lot of abuse and trauma from family members. Because of the abuse I went through, I felt incestual attraction towards my sibling as a trauma response. I was in the radqueer community at the time.

People in the radqueer community offered no help. All they did was tell me that I was an example of how people who went through incest-related trauma can still support and be in happy "consang" relationships. They told me to pursue a relationship with my sibling, because that was just what being radqueer was all about.

My sibling and I briefly dated for a few weeks. I was sent to a mental hospital due to several suicide attempts. While staying at the mental hospital, I realized how awful the community was, and I realized how badly being in an incestual relationship was affecting me. I'd tried to normalize and rationalize everything in my mind, I'd tried to see the best in everyone and do my research before supporting things, but the radqueer and "pro-consang" communities had taken advantage of that and used it to turn me into a living proship fanfic.

We both consented. We both desired a relationship. Neither of us intentionally abused each other. Despite that, we both have trauma from it and may never recover.

I'm in therapy now, and I'm recovering, so don't worry about me. Worry about the young, traumatized kids in the radqueer community who are being manipulated into accepting abuse as "consensual" and "normal". After everything I've typed up here, I think it's as clear as can be that nothing about incest can ever be consensual.

[ask-commander-arild]

what was it like for you when you were first taken from your home and forced to work for the pigmasks? did they threaten you to join? im sorry, either way it must have been a hard time for you.

It... was very hard. It still is. I don't like to talk about it very much, but... I feel like if I don't get it out at some point, I might just explode. So, well... where do I even start..?

When I was 11 years old, just weeks before my 12th birthday, I... hmmm... I got up one morning, got dressed, got my backpack, got breakfast, and watched some tv. It was the same as every morning. The only difference... before I left, I... got into an argument, with my mamma. It's been so long now, I don't even remember why, but I can imagine I probably did something stupid. We both said some pretty... not great things to each other, and then I slammed the door and left in a huff. I didn't care what the consequences would be once I got home, that was a problem for future me, I was just going to go to school and worry about it later. But, then...

I was on my way to the bus stop... and I... it happened so fast, I didn't even have any time to react. There were three of them, they grabbed me and... it was a blur after that. Next thing I remember, I was in a place surrounded by men in lab coats and strange uniforms, and they explained who they were (which, you already know, evidently), and I... may have punched a few people out of fear. Unfortunately, one boy vs a group of trained soldiers doesn't exactly end well... After that, I... don't know... I remember being approached by a caped soldier in a white uniform. He said something like "Y'know kid, we could really use someone with that kinda attitude. A little discipline and I think you'll make a fine addition around here." or.. something along those lines...

The thought of that terrified me. I didn't want to join them, I didn't even want to be there. I just wanted to go home to my family. I tried refusing, but... they gave me two choices. Either join their ranks and become a soldier, or be brainwashed and made to forget everything. I feel stupid for it now, but... well, obviously, you know what I chose. Thus, I've spent the past few years right here, in the army, and as much as I wish I could say I've hated it, I really don't know if I'd have it any other way. Overall, the army has done some terrible things, and I have always hated that, but on the other hand, getting to know my brothers in arms and making such a deep connection with them has been one of the best experiences in my life. Even still....

From the moment I was taken, I have missed my family desperately. Letting my lillesøster play with my toys, even if I found her annoying. Playing games with my storebror, even if he found me annoying. Going fishing and camping with my pappa, even if I was a little afraid of him, haha. And my mamma... jeg savner henne så mye... As much as I've enjoyed the past few years, there's nothing I want more than to be in her arms again. But, even if I can go back now, would she... even want to see me? After the things I said to her? Does she even care that I'm gone now? What if she's happier now that she never has to see me again? I don't think I could ever go back and face her again. Especially now, being a chimera. What would she say if she saw me? She'd probably see me as some kind of monster. I can't go back...

Thanks for the question, friend...

(ooc: Ooooo, boy, this one was tough to write, in more ways than one. I teared up more than a couple times writing, tbh. I did have a lot of fun writing it, though. Even still, I'm not the most proud of it. I def think I could do better, but oh well. Also, this post has a lot of Norwegian, and thus a lot of google translate. I have no idea if it's grammatically correct, but I just hope it gets the point across. If anyone who's Norwegian somehow finds this blog, HELPPPP. Anywho, sorry for the long read, y'all. Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for the ask, Hal Pinkalliums!!)

[catholic-saint-tournament]

I was raised Protestant so I don’t have any background knowledge here but I’ve always been SUPER curious about the saints and how it all works, no obligation to explain don’t worry about it, but I’m finding this tournament very interesting and a bit educating. Like I didn’t know about the whole “pre-saint” thing (can’t remember the word well enough to spell it) like the church or whoever designating that someone will become a saint once they die if I’m understanding that right from the context clues I haven’t googled things yet for further research.

OK! Happy to help! The professor in me won't let this ask go unanswered.

There are two kinds of saints. Capital S saints are people who the Church has declared are in heaven/with God because of a) exemplary, holy lives they've led, and b) signs of miracles (often medical ones) where people pray for their intercession. Little 's' saints is anyone and everyone in heaven. So, in theory, your grandparents, great grandparents, etc.

Big S, canonized saints, is what this tourney's all about. What Catholics believe: when people go to heaven and they are with God, they are literally closer to God than we are. When Catholics pray (talk) to saints, NOT WORSHIPPING, that is reserved for God and God alone, they're asking for help. Worship = praise, love, adoration, service, acknowledging power/glory/majesty. Praying to/talking to - let's have a chat.

Think of it this way: have you ever asked a friend to help you move? You've got a super heavy package and need help taking it from point A to B. Technically, you can do it all by yourself, but you can get a friend to help you, or several! Catholics ask these saints, or friends, to help with prayer requests.

We believe that the saints can hear us when we pray to them, and will help us. They want to help us! You'd help a friend in need, yes? This is what the saints are for all of us. Friends! Free friendship for free help with God! What a fabulous deal!

The pre-saint business comes with beatification. When a holy person dies, there's a five year waiting period before their cause can be opened for canonization. In the past, 3 miracles were needed, but now only two are needed for canonization.

The process goes like this - person dies, wait 5 years, go through investigation to make sure the person was actually a good person. Martyrs go straight to Blessed stage (2nd to last before Saint). Venerables are non-martyrs but still super cool holy people. They need at least two miracles. Martyrs need one.

In the past, incorruptibles were considered miraculous, e.g. people whose bodies mysteriously/miraculously don't decay after death. Nowadays it's not considered good enough for a miracle because burial conditions can impact this and it's hard to verify. I mean, people still go apeshit over incorruptibles (I do) but it's not enough to be a miracle.

What IS a miracle: very commonly it's medical miracles. Tumors that disappear overnight. Diseases that disappear. Things doctors said couldn't happen and then they do happen.

The Vatican hears thousands of cases a year, they have a team of medical professionals, and most of the miracles don't qualify as miraculous. They're REALLY rare. For a lot of saints, it can take hundreds of years to go from one step to the next because the professionals try to prove that there was no medical reason why something would disappear or be healed.

The miracles, combined with holiness, 'prove' that these people are truly with God because God has worked through them to produce a miracle. The miracle is not the saint's doing, per se, but rather God working through the saint. We thank the saint for 'bothering' God enough to hear our prayers.

Again, you can go to God directly, but imagine if you had a ton of friends bugging God about the same thing. The persistent widow of Scripture comes to mind, or all the prophets' bothering God in the Hebrew Scriptures. The more friends you have bothering God, the better off you are.

This is why Catholics, in particular, are SO fond of Mary. She is the mother of Jesus, the mother of God, and what's Jesus going to do? Ignore his mother? Hell no. He's going to pay attention, and maybe it doesn't always work (Mary's a busy lady with all our prayers) but she listens and intercedes for us.

This is why saints are so rad. They're normal folks like you and me who led exemplary lives across so many circumstances and are now enjoying the splendor of heaven.

I'm personally gunning for little 's' saint. I doubt I'll be cool enough to be a canonized saint, and that's ok by me!

[phantoms-lair]

17 plus Danny Phantom? Is that valid for the roulette?

Try to get back into writing by working on some more of the roulettes

Detective Conan + Scooby Doo + Danny Phantom = Scooby Doo + Phantom Detective

Daphne couldn't help her eyes drifting over to the teenager in the oversized hoodie. They'd gotten tickets to a sneak peek showing of Gomera vs Kamen Yaiba, followed by a premier party. Not her cup of tea, but Scooby and Shaggy were so excited none of them could say no.

There were lots of people there with them waiting for the doors to open. Other groups of teens like them, older people who were obviously fans of the original movies, some couples on dates. But one stood, the aforementioned teenager with his hood constantly pulled over his face. He didn't look at or interact with anyone save the gaggle of small kids he'd brought with him. It was strange and Daphne had seen enough of strange to immediately be suspicious.

So when he broke off from the crowd, she followed him, from a distance. He ducked into an alcove and she moved forward quietly until she was close enough to hear.

"...The kids are doing great. No nothings popped up. Yes I know what you're insinuating." He seemed to be on the phone with someone. "You guys focus on getting better. Ayumi-chan was sad we couldn't get a group shot here so I'll have to get Mom to get us tickets to the next event. Don't you dare catch a cold again before that one."

His tone was joking. and she felt a bit of her suspicion ease. He'd looked strange by himself, but if there were meant to be more people his age with him, he may not have stood out so much. It didn't remove all of her suspicion, so she resolved to keep an eye on him.

She straightened up and stepped forward, trying to make it look as though she was simply walking past. But either he had been a lot closer to the entrance of the alcove than she thought of he'd moved completely silently because she collided with him.

They both were knocked back and for the first time she saw his face. It was certainly recognizable. Stark white hair and the most luminous emerald eyes she'd ever seen. He was looking at her with a small amount of fear.

"Please," He pleaded, "don't tell anyone I'm here."

"Are you not supposed to be here?" She asked trying to keep the suspicion out of her tone.

In response he relaxed. "You don't know who I am." he stated, with a sigh of relief.

"Should I?"

He took a breath, as if weighing his options. "My parents are both well-known celebrities. And I was sort of thrust into media spotlight after someone tried to kill me a while back." He sighed. "It was kind of rough on my family here, especially my little cousin. His friends really helped him, though, so today's kind of a thank you treat."

"That's sweet of you." Also explained what he'd said about his Mom arranging for tickets. "I saw them earlier, which one is your cousin."

"None of them," he rubbed the back of his neck. "He and Ai-chan caught a cold, so neither could make it. Look, just...I don't want today to be about my family drama or people asking me questions about something I really don't want to think about. I just want to be a guy taking some neighborhood kids somewhere fun."

The pleading look was back and she felt herself give in. "Don't worry. It's not like I eve know who you are."

"Kudo Shinichi." He smiled. "Just promise me you won't google me till after the event."

She laughed. "Daphne Blake. And deal." They shook on it and went their separate ways.

"Find anything on Hoodie Guy?" Velma whispered as she came back.

Daphne couldn't help but grin at how much she and her friend were on the same wavelength. "Son of local celebrities trying to not be the center of attention while bringing some neighborhood kids here as a treat."

Velma considered, then nodded. That tracked.

~

It wasn't until the party after the showing that Mystery Inc. saw them again. Shinichi approached the table, the trio of kids by his legs. "I just wanted to say thanks," he said, tugging the hood further down his face nervously, "for keeping your word."

"No googling till after the event." Daphne said jokingly. "I was just keeping a promise, we even shook on it, no thanks needed,"

"Well, some thanks are needed." One of the young couples came up to the table, the girl speaking to them. "Thanks for the date night, Five."

"Oh, this is Danny and Valerie. I let them have Conan and Ai-kun's tickets when they realized they couldn't make it." Shinichi introduced. "And I'm Kudo Shinichi. Please don't say it too loudly."

"Shinichi, Shinichi," Velma seemed to be turning the name over in her brain and Daphne saw the concern rise in Shinichi's face again. She didn't know why, she'd already told- Oh, Shinichi hadn't known what she had or hadn't told her friends, and was worried Velma was going to blurt out something. She opened her mouth to reassure him, but Velma spoke first.

"Shinichi, Five. Okay I get it." she said, satisfied.

"You do?" Shinichi asked, mystified.

"Yeah, it's wordplay. Shi is four and Ichi is one. Four N One. Five."

Valerie giggled while Shinichi's jaw dropped. "Clever, but no. It's just an inside joke. But like really does call to like, huh. Mystery Inc and the Hesei Holmes."

"Mystery Inc?"

"Hesei Holmes?"

"Yeah," Valerie nodded. The gestured to the gang. "Teenage crime solvers who've stopped a number of corrupt schemes and illegal activities and," She turned the gesture to Shinichi, "the teenage detective proclaimed the 'Savior of the Japanese Police Force'."

"Low profile Val," Shinichi hissed.

Valerie winced, "Sorry."

"You like mysteries?" Fred sat up straight.

"Love them," Shinichi admitted. "There's nothing better than solving a particularly tricky case."

"And what about us?" One of the kids demanded, clearly upset.

Shinichi looked bemused. "Right. Mystery Inc. this is Genta-kun, Mitsuhiko-kun, and Ayumi-chan. Three of the four founding members of the Shonen Tantei-dan, the other being my cousin."

"Yeah, and we've solved a bunch of cases, so don't forget us." The one who had been identified as Genta declared.

"Yeah, if there was a case happening right now you'd see!" Mitsuhiko followed up.

"I would really appreciate it if there wasn't a case right-" Shinichi never got to finish his statement, interrupted by a sudden bang as smoke covered an area, then blew away, revealing a stark white figure floating slightly.

"I am the ghost of Kamei Osamu and I've come for my revenge against Gomera and all who enjoy it!"

A startled Zoinks preceded a moment of dead silence and then...

"BWAHAHAHAHA That is the STUPIDEST ghost costume I'm ever seen." Genta doubled over laughing, pointing at the the so called ghost.

"It's very bad. You should at least out some effort into it." Ayumi chided.

"Not to mention we've met Kamei Osamu and you look nothing like him." Mitsuhiko was frowning.

Velma looked at the kids, genuinely impressed that they weren't taken in for a moment.

"You know," Danny said a little hesitantly. "My family researches ghosts? I think I'm a little insulted on their behalf."

"On their behalf? I'm insulted on our behalf that he thought we were gonna actually be scared of that." Valerie gestured at the set up.

Shinichi was just staring at the ghost in naked disbelief.

Fred chuckled. "In the past couples of years I've seen more scam artists pretend to be supernatural creatures than I can count. But this is the first time I've seen one so thoroughly roasted, much less so quickly."

Even Shaggy and Scooby seemed to be calming down, tension leaving their shoulders.

The 'ghost' seemed less than pleased. "You dare laugh at me, dare to mock me, you'll see!" He pulled something of his his jacket and threw it at the group.

Shinichi and Danny both dived in front of them and the resounding explosion blinded everything with brilliant light and deafening sound. Daphne blinked as her vision returned and suppressed a scream as she saw rubble sticking up thorough her chest. She could feel it, but it didn't hurt. Was she in shock? Was her body numbing itself before...

"Don't worry." Shinichi hissed as though under a great strain. "I have you." They all started floating as one, hovering over and away from the rubble. The feeling of weightlessness ended as they all become solid again, tumbling to the ground unharmed.

"It's the ghost of Kudo Shinichi!" Someone from the crowd screamed.

Mystery Inc. all turned. Shinichi's hoodie was down and the skin that had seemed pale before now was much more ethereal. His eyes glowed like green coals as he turned to glare at the man hanging for the ceiling pretending to be a ghost. Purposefully he began to stride towards the costumed man.

"No! No!" he began swinging on the cord that held him up, trying to escape. "Gomera killed my brother! You should understand that!"

"No," Shinichi said with a heavy voice. "Your brother was killed by Matsui Shugo in revenge for attempting to destroy his life's work. Matsui confessed and is serving his sentence. You just threw a bomb at a group of people who rightfully called out your costume for being an insult to ghosts which it is, including three seven year old children," He reached the man and lifted him up by one hand. The ghost costume phased off him and Shinichi held the gibbering mess of a person up high. "So no, I do NOT understand. There is nothing in me that can understand what makes it reasonable kill or maim a person for slighted pride, much less children. Kamei-San you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent and the right to an attorney at your trial." Shinichi reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled something out. He then dropped the man to the ground and pulled his arms behind his back before securing them. The he turned to the public.

"Attention everyone, the suspect is apprehended. Please do not leave until the police show up and have taken your statement." The ghost bowed, hovering over the man who's hands were now ziptied behind his back, then vanished.

"Wait, he's arresting him?" Fred asked in slight disbelief. That was...new ghost behavior.

"Yeah," Danny breathed a sigh of relief. "Shinichi's all about the Justice and serving their time. I'll admit I was a little worried since his little band of junior detectives was threatened."

"Shinichi-Niisan wouldn't do anything bad." Ayumi stuck out her lip and stomped her foot.

"And who are you calling Junior!" Mitsuhiko scolded. Danny put up his hands in surrender.

"Daphne, you said he was son of local celebrities." Velma said, exasperated.

"That's what he said. That and he was in the media spotlight after an attempt on his life."

"And he didn't mention the attempt was successful, typical Shinichi." Valerie rolled her eyes.

"And his parents aren't exactly local. His Mom's a famous actress and his Dad's an internationally known author." Danny added.

"But he can't be a ghost. Ghosts don't exist!" Velma protested.

"Thank You" Shinichi's voice echoed from no where, making them jump. "There is no logical explanation for ghosts."

"Sure, because it's so much logical to refuse to admit they exist when you freaking are one." Danny laughed. "I don't even need to see your face, I know the exact look you're giving me."

"Shut up," Shinichi grumbled.

"You have to admit, you were kind of in denial. A lot." Ayumi said gently. "You actually thought you got to come back to life if your killers got caught." Genta laughed. Look, just...I don't want today to be about my family drama or people asking me questions about something I really don't want to think about.

Shinichi was different from the fake ghosts they had known. He didn't want attention on himself. He didn't pretend to be all powerful or frightening, in fact all he'd done was arrest one guy. She'd lean more towards believing him even of it wasn't for the literal display of supernatural power he'd shown to save their lives.

He was a ghost who didn't want think about being a ghost or how he got to be that way. He'd just wanted to do something nice for his cousin's friends and now he was exposed with the people around him talking about the one thing he didn't want to think about. She didn't even wonder why he was currently invisible. (How yes, why no). Not with the way everyone had been staring at him a moment ago. He didn't want to be a celebrity for being dead, he'd just wanted a day of being normal.

And Daphne made up her mind. "Once we give our statements do you want to grab some food for the kids, talk about the cases we've all solved, and forget that ghosts were ever a topic of conversation?" Daphne offered.

"Yes," Shinichi whispered in the most relieved tone she'd ever heard.

[shwarmii]

hi, i'm @/shwarmi, and tumblr tERMINATED MY BLOG (AND ALL MY SIDE-BLOGS WITHOUT WARNING ME) and i messaged them to get it back but idk when theyll get back to me, so here i am in the meantime, hello, i guess this is my back-up account now, yes, my url is a pun on Roman numerals, anyway, sure do fucking hope i gET MY BLOG BACK JFC

edit: i've been filling out a ticket form about Account Termination once a day (here's the link to it if you ever need help finding it for yourself in the future; please don't try to help me via spamming the ticket form or anything, they explicitly ask to not involve other people uninvolved in your account AND i feel bad enough doing spam once a day already; but, anyway, yes, i recommend doing what i did and having bookmarked the aforementioned link and just copy&paste my form answers into the ticket from a seperate document, like from Google Drive or something, so you don't have to retype it everytime), and i have recieved no reply nor even a confirmation e-mail. hence the lack of updates on how my account is doing. there's no other way to contact staff, except maybe via Twitter, as their support e-mail is no longer accepting messages (hopefully bc of the following they will be in contact with you sooner than they have been with me, bc i didnt know this following tip this past week i've been filling out that ticket and noW YOU DO, you lucky bastard. do what i did with a seperate document to prep in case this is a multi-day process, but hopefully you'll get farther in less time than i have bc jfc i wasn't even getting a confirmation e-mail beforehand big McYikes)

BUT!!1! a friend of mine who was terminated last year said to attach my un-terminated e-mail's account (aka the e-mail i am using right here for @/shwarmii, and not for the terminated @/shwarmi like i had been doing liKE A DUMMY APPARENTLY) to the ticket's general "Put your e-mail here" slot and to explain within "The more details, the better" part your original e-mail attached to the terminated account in addition to the rest of your explanation. and i finally got a confirmation e-mail that my ticket has been recieved! yes, it was just an automated response but yay! finally!! progress!!1! i at least got a fUCKING CONFIRMATION E-MAIL, HAHA, VICTORY!

god i fucking wish i knew about the "just dont use your e-mail linked to your terminated account" tip a week ago jfc on a hot dog stick, my guys, finally, a confirmation e-mail, gahhh

since i now have a confirmation e-mail, i will wait five buisness days (so today is the 8th and a Monday, therefore, i'll wait until Saturday which is the 12th except i said "business days" ergoooo Monday the 14th) to e-mail them again. i hate waiting tho ughhh like, fine, i'll do what i gotta do but also ugghhhhh

↳ additional note: this update/edit was made on 8 August 2023. @/shwarmi has been terminated since 31 July 2023 (or 30 July 2023, and i just was too exhausted to make the account/post until the 31st. i forget. i was in the middle of moving and im disabled, so i was over-exerting myself big-time. i had processed that my account had been terminated at the time and just responded by taking a nap lmao rip but yeah, therefore, it's all been a blur)

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. COOL. (Narrator: It was not, in fact, "cool".) I WAITED AS PLANNED (this update is being written on 14 August 2023) AND STILL NO FOLLOW-UP TO MY CONFIRMATION TICKET. HATE THAT FOR ME.

instead of sending in a new ticket as i originally planned, i replied to their confirmation email since it said i could do that (for permalinks or whatever) so that they will HOPEFULLY get back to me without me having to be a pest about their automated systems, ugh.. (i have cropped out my email and the Ticket Number(? i assume that's what that string if letters and numbers are anyway) for privacy reasons, but here is what the confirmation e-mail looks like and how i replied. i am including this mostly to help out anyone who may be terminated in the future have an idea of what to expect and an expectation of "OH, okay, so i can reply to THIS email-address, got it" kind of nonsense or whatever. why not lmao)

i will wait another five buisness days, so that'll be on the 21st of August 2023. hopefully, i will update with good news before then (aka: they'll haVE REPLIED MAYBE PLS PLS PLS) but i guess i will have to be annoying if not

it is the 20th (so they have one more day before i have to be annoying anD I DONT WANNA BE.. pls send me ideas of how to be annoying that doesnt include the Hateful Xitter pls, my only idea is to DM them there and i dON'T WANNA) and even my gmail thinks the lack of response is fucked up lmao rip

having a Bad Brain Day streak rn due to my (abusive) dad's failing health and unpacking and all this other shit i have to do post-moving like switching my insurance and renewing my liscence and fuck all, so bothering tumblr about not replying to me is gonna take a bit more of a backseat for a minute, hold on

it.. is now August 30. brain still in gutter, but i forced myself to make a xitter/twitter (don't follow, ill delete the account after they help me or not). and it wouldnt let me dm, so i had to just @ them and post. brain so sad that i cannot even be amused rn that @/shwarmi on there was taken by a shwarma restaurant. @/tumblrsupport's Replies tab shows signs of helping people as recently as 2 hrs ago, but idk if there's another queue here. i guess we'll find out?? i just want my accounts with all their posts and shit back pls, this has taken so long to try to do 💔

edit: if you're curious, it is 3 Sept 2023 and i am still waiting (it looks like they are looking at people who @'ed them on Sept 1 rn and iM LIKE "PLSSSS, I @'ED YOU ON THE 30TH OF AUGUST PLSSSSSSS", gonna give them until the 5th before i tweet again i guess 🥺)

i am not god's strongest soldier. i continue to cry out for help, alas, i have yet to receive an answer

it does not help that the twitter account sometimes says to people: "What is your Tumblr URL? We can check and see if there was a glitch of some sort. But be advised that if it is a TOS violation situation or a bigger tech issue, we cannot assist/reply on Twitter" so that doesnt make me panic aT ALL that maybe i broke TOS without any form of a warning or knowledge that i wasnt following tumblr's terms of services regarding things like nsfw and whatnot (narrator: they were panicking)

i hate it here. staff should at least be able to tell me (via email, if not twitter) that i wont be getting my account back or whatever else instead of just saying NOTHING??????

going to do all this again (tweet support, make a whole new ticket (i still have the info saved thankfully), reply to my old email confirmation) on September 27th (an arbitrary date based on I Have A Lot Going On Rn) if they continue to not reply. if i hit the 30 images limit, guess ill be reblogging and adding even MORE to this thread jfc juST TALK TO MEE!!!1!

[katefiction]

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

{+18}

Hello everyone! A new smut written by the ex-@cambridgepride. Translated by Google Translate, corrections by myself. Original Portuguese version is at the bottom!

POV WILLIAM

2022 It was Wednesday and I went to take George to football, it's one of my favorite moments with him. George is my dream come true, the sweetest boy I've ever met. George has a natural talent for football, I dare say he is the best full-back at the school, if Catherine and my father hadn't held me down I would have already put him in the base of Aston Villa.

I was in the stands watching the game intently, cheering and screaming like crazy while some parents just sat there, staring at their cell phone screens.

Life is busy, I know I have millions of things to do but if I can't take two hours a week out of my day to have those moments alone with George I wouldn't feel well. I just want to be a normal father to my children, being a father of 3 is a gift and I never, under any circumstances, want to neglect that.

The game ended, I greeted some parents with their children and walked to the locker room to find George who was already waiting for me.

─ Congratulations, my champion! What a game! ─ George jumped into my lap for a hug. ─ Thank you, Dad! I heard you screaming. ─ We laughed together, and I put George on the ground and we went towards his coach. We talked for a brief moment and then we went to the car, it was late afternoon.

The drive home was pretty smooth, George was in the backseat and we were talking excitedly about the match while the radio was playing softly. Suddenly George seems to remember something and pauses rather dramatically.

─ Dad, do you know Thomas? ─ Thomas your friend from school? ─ I look at George through the rearview mirror.

Yes, he himself… ─ What about Thomas?

─ So dad, Thomas told us that his dad moved to another house because he couldn't be in love with his mom anymore. Jacob said that his older brother always says you can't stay in love for a long time, I had to disagree with him, dad. ─ George was saying all this so matter-of-factly while I was stunned with my hands on the steering wheel.

─ Why did you disagree with him, George? ─ Because you've been in love with mom since before I was born, not to mention the fact that you two had three children, mom always says that we are the fruit of love. Three fruits of love must mean something, right?

─ Yes, you are right. ' I said, trying to hide my laughter. ─ And what else did you tell Thomas? What about Jacob?

I was so shocked to hear George talking about Catherine and me that I was speechless, I couldn't process what I was supposed to ask George.

─ So, Thomas said he doesn't understand much about this thing about being in love but his mother assured that they will all be good friends, now he has two rooms and he even invited us to go to his father's new house. Oh, and Jacob said his brother has had three girlfriends, he says he has experience. I told Jacob that you have experience too, even if you only have mom, quality is better than quantity, right? I've heard a lot of people saying that. ─ At that moment I laughed so loud, I just couldn't stop laughing, while George stood with his arms crossed looking in my direction.

─ Father! Why are you laughing? ─ Sorry George, Dad isn't laughing at you, I'm laughing at your comment… ─ I said, fighting the urge to continue laughing. ─ Ah son, quality is really much better than quantity. Well… I already had other girlfriends before I met your mother…

─ Other girlfriends? "George cut me off." ─ Why? ─ Because dating is good, when you're old enough you'll understand. ─ I looked at him through the mirror and he was looking at me confused. ─ But then I met your mother, the only woman who truly captured my heart. When you're old enough, I'll explain everything you need to know about girls. I already know you treat them well, so right now I think that's all you need to know.

─ But how did you know that Mom had won your heart? ─ Ah son… ─ This question surprised me a little. ─ Your mother was different. With her everything was different. ─ Different?

─ When I met your mother I felt something different and special that I had never felt for any other girl before. I learned many things from her. Son… Love is important. Having someone who takes care of your feelings, as well as taking care of the feelings of the person next to you, and that even if love is intense, it alone is not enough. It is always necessary to cultivate this love with respect and trust, and never be afraid to show it. You got it?

George stared at me in silence. I looked at him through the mirror, when our eyes met he smiled but I couldn't decipher if in fact he understood what I meant. I wasn't sure why he was asking me all this, maybe his friend's parents' divorce made him feel insecure and he wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen to us. So concluded as we were entering the gates of home.

─ I love your mother and you are right George, I am in love with her. I love our 'love fruits'. ─ I imitated Catherine at the moment of speaking the last words and heard one of my favorite sounds, her laughter. ─ I will always love.

At that moment I had already parked the car in the garage and when I turned it off, I heard George saying already getting out of the car. ─ Okay, when I grow up I want to be like you but not so cheesy.

I couldn't help but smile as I couldn't answer because he was already running into the house. Walking slowly into the house, as I thought about that little conversation I had with George, I was jolted out of my reverie by shouts of 'Daddy' and a small hurricane rushing towards me. Louis threw himself into my arms.

─ Louis, why are you already in your pajamas? ─ That was the outfit I chose. ─ He said shrugging his shoulders. ─ Where is mom? ─ Making dinner.

I went towards the kitchen with Louis in my lap, entering that room Louis already wanted to go down to sit next to his sister. I stopped at the door for a moment to enjoy the beautiful view.

The workbench was full of papers and crayons, Louis was neatly painting a coloring book, while at his side was my beautiful little girl with her arms resting on the workbench watching a princess movie on the iPad. Next to Louis was a beautiful landscape sheet that could only have been done by Catherine. As I stretched my gaze to the other side of the kitchen I witnessed my oldest boy talking animatedly with her… Catherine, my beautiful wife. Hair tied in a ponytail, a blue flowered dress, covered by a red apron. She stirred the pot as she smiled at George.

─ We won 3-1, and dad wouldn't stop screaming from the stands. ─ Scream? I can't believe your father made a scene. ─ I didn't make a fuss! ─ He said as he kissed the top of Charlotte's head and walked towards my wife. ─ I was just hoping! ─ Daddy, I could only hear you! I'm not complaining but it was funny, there were several people who looked shocked by his excitement, including mr. Parker.

─ Oh my God! ─ Catherine and George burst out laughing. I approached Catherine and placed a kiss on her forehead. ─ I can't help it if I'm a proud and participatory parent. Is dinner almost ready yet? I'm starving. ─ I'm hungry too. ─ George said washing his hands. ─ Yes, dinner is coming out. ─ Catherine said as she pointed to the cupboard, motioning for me to set the table.

Our dinner was peaceful, full of laughter and conversation. My family is the only refuge capable of keeping me safe and at peace.

It was late and the kids were already sleeping, he had just gotten out of the shower and was finally lying down waiting for Catherine.

I started thinking back to the conversation with George, I was still shocked by how certain he was about me being 'in love' with Catherine, the fact that he uses that term is funny as I'm not sure he knows what it is but he was right. I found Catherine in this chaotic world, I didn't lie when I told George that I saw something different and special in Catherine but that's not all, I'm not able to express in words what I feel and felt for her. I saw her and I saw infinite possibilities, I was always so incredulous that this kind of affection would be possible to exist, in small details I noticed in her the tenderness, the pure care, the natural presence. Catherine sees me, I am fragile and vulnerable next to her and she has me in so many ways. My God, I'm delivered to this woman. What happened? I've never been out of control with what I feel! Being a controller might explain it… Always keeping everything in order is my strength. And she takes all that away from me? Still want to surrender? How can I feel this good with her?

─ William! ─ I heard Catherine calling me and making me completely forget what she was thinking.

─ Why did you call me by her name? ─ Because it's your name. ─ She said smiling and sitting on the bed. ─ For you my name is love. I looked serious, pretending to be completely offended by her answer.

─ All right, love. ─ She placed a small kiss on my lips and quickly pulled away. ─ What were you thinking? ─ Ah, n-nothing. ─ I shifted on the bed as she started stroking my neck with one hand. ─ What do you mean nothing? ─ I looked at her and saw that she had a body hydrant in her other hand. So I decided to change the subject.

─ Did you come to pass this on me? ─ she said, pointing to the moisturizer. ─ Yes, take off your T-shirt. ─ Wait… Is this going to end in sex? ─ I put my hands on her hips. ─ No, this is just moisturizing, it's not an invitation to have sex. Take that shirt off! ─ I took off my shirt, rolled it up and placed it on the floor beside the headboard, while she climbed into bed.

Already sitting on the bed, Catherine knelt behind me and with soft touches slid her fingers and hands delicately running moisturizer from the neck to the lumbar region.

─ AHHH! Catherine jumped in fright. ─ What happened? Did I hurt you? ─ She said placing both hands on my neck and leaning down to look into my face. ─ No! I have a gossip! ─ I received an indignant look from Catherine.

─ My God, you gossip, it almost killed me from the heart! Who were you gossiping with? Who is it about? Why didn't you tell me before? ─ The glint in her eyes dawning. Catherine loved to gossip with me, sometimes we would stay up late into the night making small talk. God, I loved her so much.

─ I was waiting for you to go to bed to tell you. George told me. ─ George? Our son? ─ Yes, he is a gossip just like you. ─ I got a mischievous look from her.

─ What did he tell you? ─ She continued to rub cream on my back and give me a kind of massage, but much more carelessly than at the beginning because now she was very attentive to what I was telling her. "So Thomas said…" Catherine cut me off.

─ The Thomas Hudson? ─ I looked back, a little impatient that she had cut me off but laughed at her animation. ─ Yes, himself. My God, you don't even know what it is and you have that little smile on your face. ─ I felt a grip on my back, but I continued. ─ Thomas told George that his parents split up.

─ LIE! ─ I felt a strong slap on the back. ─ AIII! FUCK KATE, YOUR SLAPS HURT! ─ I felt her placing kisses on my back and then the weight of her body coming under me. She sat on my lap and wrapped her hands around my neck.

─ I don't believe it! Mr. and Mrs. Hudson broke up? It's not possible. ─ Well, believe me, girl! Thomas said that his father is already living in another house and even has a room for him, George said that he called the boys to go there and meet. ─ Catherine started laughing in my lap and I looked at her confused.

─ Why are you laughing? The matter is serious. ─ 'Believe me, girl!' ─ She repeated imitating me. ─ I have a very gossipy husband. ─ Catherine suddenly looked more worried. ─ But seriously, Mr. Gossip, I can't believe this, how is Thomas reacting? What else did he tell George? Our love… What does George think about this? We never spoke of divorce to him. Did Thomas say that word? ─ She was going to slap me on the shoulders but I was faster and grabbed her hand.

─ George started the subject by saying that Thomas told him that his father had moved to another house because he could no longer be in love with his mother. ─ Ruth probably talked to him.

─ Yes, probably. ─ I said and placed a kiss on her cheek. ─ The best part of the gossip I haven't told you yet. ─ Then speak. ─ She said rolling on my lap.

I took a deep breath.

─ The conversation was between George, Thomas and Jacob. Thomas said that the father is no longer in love with the mother, Jacob brought 'Arthur's wisdom' and said that you can't be in love for a long time with the same person. Catherine raised an eyebrow. ─ And George completely disagreed with that statement.

─ Did you disagree? Good God, what did that boy say? ─ Catherine was agitated. And I was loving this moment.

─ He said that I have experience because I've been in love with you since before he was born, and that we have 'fruits of love', three to be more specific. God, Kate! Look at the things your son says! Jacob said that his brother has more experience but George countered by saying that quality is better than quantity! He is so genius. ─ We both laughed, Catherine caressed my face.

─ Our son knows that we love each other. ─ Yes, he knows… And he asked how I knew it was you.

─ How so? He's only 9, it's still too early for him to think about that. ─ Catherine looked quite concerned.

─ No love, that's not it. Our son is quite innocent. I think he was just worried, afraid that the same thing that happened to you would happen to us. and Mrs. Hudson. I talked to him. Do not worry about it. ─ I love that he trusts you to talk about this.

─ I love going out with George, next week I want to see if I can take Louis with us. The game will be at 3 pm. ─ Oh no! George will melt with embarrassment having two crazies screaming at him in the stands. ─ Our laughter invaded the room.

Catherine didn't even notice that during our entire conversation she was wiggling around in my lap and stroking my neck, making me practically hard in my pajama bottoms. With her still in my lap I leaned against the headboard and our eyes met.

─ You are so beautiful. ─ I whispered.

You just want to get laid. ─ I always want to have sex with you, because I adore you and I always want to have you in the most complete and most dedicated form there is. But that's not the only reason I called you beautiful. You're always beautiful, even when you're all disheveled giving Louis a bath. She was beautiful in college when she spent sleepless nights studying. Huge dark circles… Ah, I thought she was the most beautiful in the world. I think you are the most beautiful in the world!

─ You always make me melt with love for you. ─ Then melt under me… Shall we make love?

No more words were needed, their tongues danced in an intense kiss, the two wanted each other. Catherine turns her head back when she feels William's mouth sliding down her neck and going to her shoulder, covering her skin with kisses and caresses, sliding the thin straps of her pajamas down.

His hands roam her thighs and climb beneath the fabric, traversing every curve of her slender body and feeling her smooth, fragrant skin burning with desire. She proceeds to kiss his face, down his neck, reaching his collarbone, one of his weakest points. She tries a bite there and makes him take a deep breath, letting out a small moan.

William doesn't resist and takes his hands to her small breasts, his fingers feeling the erect nipples marking the thin pajama top and provoking an already visible reaction in his pants. He gets rid of that piece of fabric, preventing him from feeling her. When Catherine kissed him again, he cupped her breasts in his hands, caressing her nipples, feeling them harden under his fingers. She moans, leaving her lips parted and shifting her hips in his lap, feeling him against her thigh.

Her glances roam each other's bodies. Her fingers touch William's defined chest, even as short nails scratch their way to the back of his neck, making them both sigh together. With the tips of his fingers, the prince glides over Catherine's features, touching her nose, the cheekbones that jump when she smiles wide, down to the soft lips he loves so much to kiss. Unable to stand that small distance any longer, he intertwines his fingers through her long, voluminous hair, pulling her into a devastating kiss.

They press their lips against each other and bodies at the same time. Tongues envelop your desires. William runs his hands down Catherine's back, making her gasp and moan against her mouth. He always found her way of giving herself beautiful, the way her whole body trembles under his touches, how he can feel her skin crawl.

Without hesitation, the prince slides his fingers inside his princess's pajama bottoms, lightly scratching her firm buttocks and returning to her back. Catherine feels her pleasure ache, pressing her mouth even closer to William's and her fingers on the back of his neck, biting his lips hard. William steadies her with his hands behind her back and lays her down on the bed, getting on top of her. He stops for a moment with kisses and caresses just to admire her.

─ You are so beautiful, love. ─ He smiles. ─ I can't stop saying that. ─ He takes her hands and kisses each one of her fingers.

Catherine holds her husband's face, looking at him fixedly, as if wanting to keep each of those traits, each small detail in new memories. In a discreet movement of the lips, a subtle smile adorns her face. A small smile, but full of meanings. A smile William loves and can't resist. He looks down at Catherine's mouth and kisses her one more time, tasting those soft lips he adores.

The prince makes a trail of wet kisses down her chin, reaching her neck and letting himself be intoxicated by her scent. Once again, she moves her head back, leaving her lap free. William descends, distributing kisses and hickeys, descending further, traversing the small valley between her breasts. Catherine tugs at the back of William's neck and looks at him in mute pleading. He knows what she wants, he knows what she can't resist, but he decides to play, going up a little, running his tongue over her shoulders and leaving hickeys in spots that make her shudder, marking her in places only he would see.

─ Oh, my love! ─ Catherine moans when she feels his lips taking her breasts. She grips his back, moving her body against his. He sucks, licks and nibbles on the already erect and sensitive nipples. The brunette pulls the nape of his neck harder, making him stop with those delicious caresses or she would give in before he touches her sex.

Seeing Catherine already breathing heavily and her cheeks flushed, William smiles. He seeks her lips for a slow, snuggling, calming kiss as her hands soon free themselves from his pants. He helps down her fabric and soon leaves her in only her panties. William presses his hips against Catherine's body and she sighs, looking at him, asking for him.

The long fingers of the Prince of Wales run along the side of his beloved's body, shivering and making her almost lose consciousness with the sensations of that caress on her skin. Tenderly, he slides down her panties, dragging the fabric down to her feet. In a moment of rapture, William runs his eyes over her all over, admiring the woman he has there, so close, so close to him. He would never tire of looking at her, so womanly in her natural beauty. But her mouth thirsts for that skin. He then takes hold of her right leg and starts kissing the small, delicate foot, down her calf, to her knee and slowly down her thigh. As soon as he finds the crotch, he passes it with an affectionate breath, teasing it and moving to the left leg, kissing it along its length as well. Catherine stirs, eager for him, already knowing herself to be wet with desire.

─ William … Wales … ─ He smiles as he faces her, loving her name spoken in that tone of lust and pleasure.

William positions himself between her legs, kissing her sex, sucking her clitoris, making her bend her body and close her eyes, trying to find strength to resist and prolong her pleasure, biting her lower lip so as not to moan so much. high. The sounds that come out of her throat make William give up teasing Catherine, what he really wants is to quench his desire to have himself inside her. Upon realizing her husband's movements, she soon got rid of his boxers, leaving his penis free, playing with it in her agile and skillful hands.

─ Ahh Catherine… ─ It's his turn to pant. Catherine's caresses almost send him to heaven. He crawls over her and fits, looking into her eyes. She guides him between her legs. Her eyes say so much, talk so much and lips meet hungry, thirsty. Her tongue slides through his lips to then suck every bit of his man's lips. Her faces move past each other, noses touching fondly.

The Princess of Wales lets go of his hands and loses herself in her prince's blue eyes, finding there the same adoration as when they first surrendered to each other. The two stare at each other as he slowly slides inside her, letting her feel every inch of his cock, a contact that plunges them so deeply into each other that not even fear can reach them. The lips seek and meet again, they delight in each other's taste as intense as they can, while their bodies rock in a slow and strong rhythm. Every time William enters her, Catherine moans between kisses. The two are ecstatic, dizzy with pleasure, marked by love. Skin on skin. Hard to hold back the ecstasy with so much desire for each other.

The desire is so much that the two stop the kiss and just stare at each other, their faces very close, mixing their breaths. Their bodies guided by pure instinct, moving faster and faster, seeking maximum pleasure, allowing themselves to be guided by desire. Catherine presses William against her and slides her legs over his body until they land both on her waist, allowing him to go even deeper inside her. Her nails scratch his shoulders and back. William moans a little more breathlessly than her, almost reaching orgasm. She smiles to see him take so much pleasure in satisfying himself with her.

─ Will… Let me see you… ─ Catherine asks and he opens his eyes, staring at her.

Catherine wants to sink even deeper into that blue as her bodies surrender to the magical pleasure of orgasm, squeezing him into her intimacy and feeling him squeezing her back, the way she loves it. Although small compared to his size, she was never frail. She scrambles her fingers around the back of his neck, squeezing him. The breaths mingle even more breathlessly as their bodies collide and surrender, prolonging the pleasure of having each other. The two kiss trying to appease their tremors and spasms. William turns over in bed and takes Catherine's body on top of his, squeezing her against him, wanting to make sure that what just happened was really real, that she was really in his arms.

As if guessing his thoughts, the princess settles on top and kisses him slowly, telling him of her passion as their tongues seek and meet. William let his fingers run through his long brown hair, pulling out the messy strands that stuck to his sweaty face.

─ I love you, Catherine. ─ He says with a full smile.

She looks at him, runs her fingers over his face, tracing his lips. The man she loves is without his bed, in his house, in his life. William exists and that makes her smile. The fact that he is there inspires her to want to live each day with more commitment to the duties that await her, makes her want to take small and big trips, to discover other reasons that make her smile so beautiful and sincere.

─ I love you, my love. ─ I will always be in love with you. ─ He pulls her even tighter against his body and sighs when she lays her head on his broad chest. William kisses her hair, paying attention to her every tiny reaction, she just wraps her arms better around him and closes her eyes.

─ That's all I needed… You. ─ Catherine declares herself and the prince distributes scents through her hair. ─ Me? - A smile dances on his face. ─ Yes, William, you! ─ Catherine lifts her face and climbs her body a little, moving closer. ─ I love being inside your embrace, I love it when you tell me about your moments with our children, I love it when you give yourself to me… ─ Love… ─ Shh… ─ She puts a finger to his lips and earns a kiss. ─ Life is so good with you.

The prince smiles and gets emotional when he hears her. Without words that can convey to Catherine the size of her love, he carefully wraps her in his arms and kisses her until they both lose their breath.

─ Life is so good with you. ─ He repeats the statement she had made to him.

Catherine lays down again on his chest, seeking the beat of that heart. The two are silent, enjoying each other's presence. Slowly, their fingers come together and intertwine. Indeed, life is really good when you have someone to love.

I hope you enjoyed :) I don't have a tumblr dedicated to Will and Kate anymore but I'm always on twitter @athleticofwales and I post my stories on Wattpad. With love, Lele

Original version

POV WILLIAM

2022

Era quarta-feira e eu fui levar George para o futebol, é um dos meus momentos favoritos com ele. George é o meu sonho realizado, o menino mais doce que já conheci. George tem um talento natural para o futebol, arrisco a dizer que é o melhor lateral da escola, se Catherine e o meu pai não me segurassem eu já tinha colocado ele na base do Aston Villa.

Estava na arquibancada acompanhando atentamente o jogo, torcendo e gritando como um louco enquanto alguns pais ficavam apenas lá sentados, olhando para a tela do celular.

A vida é corrida, sei que tenho milhões de coisas para fazer mas se eu não conseguir tirar duas horas por semana do meu dia para para ter esses momentos só com George eu não me sentiria bem. Eu só quero ser um pai normal para os meus filhos, ser pai de 3 é uma dádiva e eu jamais em hipótese alguma, quero negligenciar isso.

O jogo acabou, cumprimentei alguns pais com seus filhos e caminhei até o vestiário para encontrar George que já estava a minha espera.

─ Parabéns, meu campeão! Que jogão! ─ George pulou no meu colo para um abraço. ─ Obrigado, papai! Eu ouvi você gritando. ─ Rimos juntos, e coloquei George no chão e fomos em direção ao seu treinador. Conversamos por um breve momento e depois fomos para o carro, já era fim de tarde.

O caminho para casa era bem tranquilo, George estava no banco de trás e nós estávamos falando animadamente sobre a partida enquanto no rádio tocava uma música baixinho. De repente George parece se lembrar de algo e faz uma pausa um tanto dramática.

─ Papai, sabe o Thomas? ─ O Thomas seu amigo da escola? ─ Olho para George através do espelho retrovisor. ─ Sim, ele mesmo... ─ O que tem o Thomas?

─ Então pai, Thomas nos disse que o pai dele foi morar em outra casa porque não conseguia mais ser apaixonado pela mãe dele. O Jacob falou que o irmão mais velho dele, sempre diz que não da pra ficar apaixonado por muito tempo, eu tive que discordar dele, pai. ─ George dizia tudo isso com tanta naturalidade enquanto eu estava atônito com as mãos no volante.

─ Por que você discordou dele, George? ─ Porque você é apaixonado pela mamãe desde antes de eu nascer, sem contar que vocês dois fizeram três filhos, a mamãe sempre fala que nós somos frutos de amor. Três frutos de amor deve significar alguma coisa, não é?

─ Sim, você tem razão. ─ Soltei tentando esconder o riso. ─ E o que mais vocês falaram ao Thomas? E o Jacob?

Estava tão chocado de ouvir George falando sobre Catherine e eu que fiquei sem palavras, não conseguia processar o que devia perguntar a George.

─ Então, Thomas disse que não entende muito sobre esse lance de ser apaixonado mas a mãe dele garantiu que serão todos bons amigos, agora ele tem dois quartos e até chamou a gente pra ir na nova casa do pai dele. Ah, e Jacob disse que o irmão dele já teve três namoradas, ele diz que tem experiência. Eu falei a Jacob que você tem experiência também, mesmo você tendo só a mamãe, qualidade é melhor que quantidade né? Eu já ouvi muita gente dizendo isso. ─ Nesse momento eu gargalhei tão alto, simplesmente não conseguia parar de rir, enquanto George ficou parado de braços cruzados olhando em minha direção.

─ Pai! Porque você tá rindo? ─ Desculpa George, papai não está rindo de você, estou rindo do seu comentário... ─ Disse lutando contra a vontade de continuar rindo. ─ Ah filho, qualidade é realmente muito melhor que quantidade. Bem... Eu já tive outras namoradas antes de conhecer a sua mãe...

─ Outras namoradas? ─ George me cortou. ─ Por quê? ─ Porque é bom namorar, quando você tiver idade para isso você vai entender. ─ O olhei através do espelho e ele estava me olhando confuso. ─ Mas aí eu conheci sua mãe, a única mulher que realmente conquistou meu coração. Quando você tiver idade, eu vou te explicar tudo que você precisa saber sobre garotas. Eu já sei que você as trata bem, então no momento acho que isso é tudo que você precisa saber.

─ Mas como você soube que a mamãe conquistou seu coração? ─ Ah filho... ─ Essa pergunta me deixou um tanto surpreso. ─ Sua mãe era diferente. Com ela tudo foi diferente. ─ Diferente?

─ Quando eu conheci sua mãe eu senti algo diferente e especial que eu nunca tinha sentido por nenhuma outra garota antes. Com ela eu aprendi diversas coisas. Filho... O amor é importante. Ter alguém que cuide dos seus sentimentos, assim como cuidar dos sentimentos da pessoa ao seu lado, e que mesmo que o amor seja intenso, somente ele não basta. É sempre necessário cultivar esse amor com respeito e confiança, e nunca ter medo de demonstrar. Você entendeu?

George me olhava fixamente, em silêncio. Eu o olhava através do espelho, quando nossos olhos se encontraram ele sorriu mas não consegui decifrar se de fato ele tinha entendido o que eu queria dizer. Não entendia ao certo o motivo dele estar me perguntando tudo isso, talvez o divórcio dos pais do seu amigo tenham deixado ele inseguro e ele queria ter certeza que não iria acontecer com a gente. Então conclui já que estávamos entrando nos portões de casa.

─ Eu amo a sua mãe e você tem razão George, eu sou apaixonado por ela. Amo nossos 'frutos de amor'. ─ Imitei Catherine no momento de falar as últimas palavras e escutei um dos meus sons favoritos, sua risada. ─ Sempre vou amar.

Nesse momento já havia estacionado o carro na garagem e quando o desliguei, ouvi George dizendo já descendo do carro. ─ Certo, quando eu crescer quero ser como você mas não tão brega.

Não consegui deixar de sorrir já que não pude responder porque ele já estava correndo para dentro de casa. Caminhando lentamente para dentro de casa, enquanto pensava sobre essa pequena conversa que tive com George, fui tirado dos meus devaneios por gritos de 'papai' e um pequeno furacão correndo em minha direção. Louis se atirou em meus braços.

─ Louis, porque você já está de pijama? ─ Essa foi a roupa que eu escolhi. ─ Disse ele encolhendo os ombros. ─ Cadê a mamãe? ─ Fazendo o jantar.

Fui em direção a cozinha com Louis em meu colo, entrando nesse cômodo Louis já quis descer para se sentar ao lado da sua irmã. Parei na porta por um instante para apreciar a linda vista.

A bancada estava repleta de papéis e lápis de cor, Louis estava pintando caprichosamente um livro de colorir, enquanto ao seu lado estava a minha linda garotinha com os braços apoiados na bancada assistindo algum filme de princesas no iPad. Ao lado de Louis havia uma folha com linda paisagem que só poderia ter sido feito por Catherine. Ao esticar o meu olhar para o outro lado da cozinha presenciei meu garoto mais velho conversando animadamente com ela... Catherine, minha bela esposa. O cabelo preso num rabo de cavalo, um vestido azul florido, coberto por um avental vermelho. Ela mexia a panela enquanto sorria para George.

─ A gente ganhou de 3x1, e o papai não parava de gritar lá da arquibancada. ─ Gritar? Não acredito que o seu pai fez escândalo. ─ Eu não fiz escândalo! ─ Disse enquanto beijava o topo da cabeça de Charlotte e ia em direção a minha esposa. ─ Eu só estava torcendo! ─ Papai, só dava pra ouvir você! Não estou reclamando mas foi engraçado, tinha várias pessoas que pareciam chocadas com a sua animação, inclusive o sr. Parker.

─ Oh meu Deus! ─ Catherine e George caíram na risada. Me aproximei de Catherine e depositei um beijo em sua testa. ─ Não posso fazer nada se sou um pai orgulhoso e participativo. O jantar já está quase pronto? Estou morrendo de fome. ─ Eu também estou com fome. ─ Disse George lavando as mãos. ─ Sim, o jantar está saindo. ─ Catherine disse enquanto apontava para o armário, fazendo sinal para que eu arrumasse a mesa.

Nosso jantar foi tranquilo, cheio de risadas e conversas. Minha família é o único refúgio capaz de me manter seguro e em paz.

                                                 ⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

Já era tarde e as crianças já estavam dormindo, tinha acabado de sair do banho e estava finalmente deitado esperando por Catherine.

Comecei a pensar novamente na conversa com George, eu ainda estava chocado com a certeza que ele tinha sobre eu ser 'apaixonado' por Catherine, o fato dele usar esse termo é engraçado pois não tenho certeza se ele sabe o que é isso, mas ele tinha razão. Encontrei Catherine nesse mundo caótico, eu não menti quando disse a George que vi algo diferente e especial em Catherine mas não é só isso, não sou capaz de expressar em palavras o que sinto e senti por ela. Eu a vi e enxerguei infinitas possibilidades, eu sempre me fiz tão descrente de que esse tipo de afeto seria possível de existir, em pequenos detalhes percebi nela a ternura, o cuidado puro, a presença natural. Catherine me vê, sou frágil e vulnerável ao lado dela e ela me tem de tanto jeitos. Meu Deus, eu estou entregue a essa mulher. O que aconteceu? Nunca fui descontrolado com o que sinto! Ser controlador talvez explique... Sempre mantendo tudo em ordem, é o meu forte. E ela me tira tudo isso? Mesmo assim quero me entregar? Como posso me sentir tão bem assim com ela?

─ William! ─ Ouvi Catherine me chamando e me fazendo esquecer completamente o que estava pensando.

─ Por que você me chamou pelo nome? ─ Porque é seu nome. ─ Disse ela sorrindo e sentando na cama. ─ Pra você meu nome é amor. ─ Olhei sério, fingindo estar completamente ofendido pela resposta dela.

─ Tá bom, amor. ─ Ela depositou um beijinho em meus lábios e separou rapidamente. ─ O que você estava pensando? ─ Ah, n-nada. ─ Me remexi na cama pois ela começou a acariciar meu pescoço com uma mão. ─ Como assim nada? ─ Olhei pra ela e vi que ela estava com um hidrante corporal em outra mão. Então resolvi mudar de assunto.

─ Você veio passar isso em mim? ─ Disse apontando para o hidratante. ─ Sim, tira a camiseta. ─ Espera... Isso vai terminar em sexo? ─ Coloquei minhas mãos no quadril dela. ─ Não, isso é só hidratante, não é um convite pra transar. Tira logo essa camisa! ─ Tirei a camisa, enrolei e coloquei no chão ao lado da cabeceira, enquanto ela subia na cama.

Já sentado na cama, Catherine se ajoelhou atrás de mim e com toques suaves deslizava seus dedos e mãos delicadamente passando hidratante desde o pescoço até a região lombar.

─ AHHH! ─ Catherine deu um pulo assustada. ─ O que foi? Te machuquei? ─ Disse ela colocando as duas mãos no meu pescoço e se inclinando para olhar no meu rosto. ─ Não! Eu tenho uma fofoca! ─ Recebi um olhar indignado de Catherine.

─ Meu Deus, seu fofoqueiro, quase me matou do coração! Com quem você estava fofocando? É sobre quem? Porque não me disse antes? ─ O brilho nos olhos dela surgindo. Catherine adorava fofocar comigo, as vezes nós ficávamos até altas horas da noite jogando conversa fora. Deus, eu a amava tanto.

─ Eu estava esperando você deitar pra te contar. O George me contou. ─ O George? Nosso filho? ─ Sim, ele é fofoqueiro igual a você. ─ Recebi um olhar travesso dela.

─ O que ele te disse? ─ Ela continuou passando creme nas minhas costas e fazendo uma espécie de massagem mas muito mais desleixada que no início porque agora ela estava super atenta no que eu estava contando. ─ Então, o Thomas disse... ─ Catherine me interrompeu.

─ O Thomas Hudson? ─ Olhei para trás, um tanto impaciente por ela ter me cortado mas ri da sua animação. ─ Sim, o próprio. Meu Deus você nem sabe o que é e ta com esse sorrisinho no rosto. ─ Senti um apertão nas costas, mas continuei. ─ O Thomas contou para George que os pais dele se separaram.

─ MENTIRA! ─ Senti um tapa forte nas costas. ─ AIII! PORRA KATE, SEUS TAPAS DOEM! ─ Senti ela depositando beijos nas minhas costas e em seguida o peso do seu corpo vindo sob mim. Ela se sentou no meu colo e passou as mãos envolta do meu pescoço.

─ Não acredito! O sr. e a sra. Hudson se separaram? Não é possível. ─ Pois acredite, menina! O Thomas falou que o pai dele já está morando em outra casa e inclusive tem até um quarto para ele, George contou que ele chamou os meninos para ir lá conhecer. ─ Catherine começou a gargalhar no meu colo e eu olhei confuso pra ela.

─ Por que você está rindo? O assunto é sério. ─ 'Pois acredite, menina!' ─ Ela repetiu me imitando. ─ Eu tenho um marido muito fofoqueiro. ─ De repente Catherine ficou com um ar mais preocupada. ─ Mas falando sério, sr. Fofoqueiro, não consigo acreditar nisso, como Thomas está reagindo? O que mais ele disse a George? Nossa amor... O que George pensa sobre isso? Nós nunca falamos de divórcio para ele. O Thomas falou essa palavra? ─ Ela ia me dar um tapa nos ombros mas eu fui mais rápido e segurei sua mão.

─ George começou o assunto falando que o Thomas falou pra ele que o pai foi morar em outra casa porque não conseguia mais ser apaixonado pela mãe. ─ Provavelmente a Ruth deve ter conversado com ele.

─ Sim, provavelmente. ─ Disse e depositei um beijo em sua bochecha. ─ A melhor parte da fofoca ainda não te contei. ─ Então fala. ─ Disse ela rebolando em meu colo.

Respirei fundo.

─ A conversa era entre George, Thomas e Jacob. Thomas contou que o pai não é mais apaixonado pela mãe, o Jacob trouxe a 'sabedoria do Arthur' e disse que não da pra ser apaixonado por muito tempo pela mesma pessoa. ─ Catherine levantou a sobrancelha. ─ E o George discordou completamente dessa afirmação.

─ Discordou? Por Deus, o que esse menino disse? ─ Catherine estava agitada. E eu estava adorando esse momento.

─ Ele disse que eu tenho experiência porque eu sou apaixonado por você desde antes dele nascer, e que nós temos 'frutos de amor', três para ser mais específico. Deus, Kate! Olha as coisas que seu filho fala! O Jacob falou que o irmão dele tem mais experiência mas George o rebateu dizendo que qualidade é melhor que quantidade! Ele é tão genioso. ─ Nós dois rimos, Catherine acariciou o meu rosto.

─ Nosso filho sabe que nós nos amamos. ─ Sim, ele sabe... E ele perguntou como eu soube que era você.

─ Como assim? Ele só tem 9, ainda está muito cedo para ele pensar nisso. ─ Catherine pareceu bem preocupada.

─ Não amor, não é isso. Nosso filho é bem inocente. Eu acho que ele só estava preocupado, com medo de acontecer com a gente o mesmo que aconteceu com o sr. e a sra. Hudson. Eu conversei com ele. Não se preocupe com isso. ─ Eu amo que ele confie em você para conversar sobre isso.

─ Eu amo sair com George, semana que vem quero ver se levo Louis com a gente. O jogo será às 15h. ─ Oh não! O George vai derreter de vergonha de ter dois malucos gritando para ele na arquibancada. ─ Nossa risada invadiu o quarto.

Catherine nem reparou que durante toda nossa conversa ela ficou rebolando no meu colo e acariciando meu pescoço me deixando praticamente duro dentro da calça do pijama. Com ela ainda em meu colo eu me encostei na cabeceira da cama e nossos olhos se encontraram.

─ Você é tão linda. ─ Sussurrei. ─ Você só quer transar. ─ Eu sempre quero transar com você, porque eu adoro e sempre quero te ter na forma mais completa e mais entregue que há. Mas não é só por isso que te chamei de linda. Você é linda sempre, até quando está toda descabelada dando banho no Louis. Era linda na faculdade quando passava noites em claro estudando. As olheiras enormes... Ah eu achava a mais linda do mundo. Eu te acho a mais linda do mundo!

─ Você sempre me faz derreter de amores por você. ─ Então se derreta sob mim... Vamos fazer amor?

                                                    ---

Não foi preciso mais palavras, suas línguas dançavam num beijo intenso, os dois se desejavam. Catherine vira a cabeça para trás ao sentir a boca de William deslizando por seu pescoço e indo até o ombro, percorrendo sua pele com beijos e carícias, deslizando as alças finas de seu pijama para baixo.

As mãos dele passeiam pelas coxas e sobem por baixo do tecido, percorrendo cada curva do corpo esguio e sentindo a pele lisa e cheirosa ardente de desejo. Ela passa a beijar o rosto dele, descendo pelo pescoço, alcançando a clavícula, um dos pontos mais fracos dele. Ensaia uma mordida ali e o faz respirar fundo, soltando um pequeno gemido.

William não resiste e leva suas mãos aos pequenos seios dela, os dedos sentindo os mamilos eriçados marcando a blusa fina do pijama e provocando uma reação já visível em suas calças. Ele se livra daquele pedaço de tecido, impedindo-o de senti-la. Quando Catherine, volta a beijá-lo, ele encaixa os seios dela em suas mãos, acariciado os mamilos, sentindo-os endurecer em seus dedos. Ela geme, deixando seus lábios entreabertos e mexendo o quadril no colo dele, sentindo-o em sua coxa.

Seus olhares namoram o corpo um do outro. Os dedos dela tocam o peitoral definido de William, mesmo que curtas suas unhas arranham o caminho até a nuca, fazendo os dois suspirarem juntos. Com as pontas dos dedos, o príncipe desliza pelos traços de Catherine, tocando-lhe o nariz, as maças do rosto que saltam quando ela sorri largo, descendo até os lábios macios que ele tanto adora beijar. Sem aguentar mais aquela pequena distância, entrelaça os dedos pelos cabelos longos e volumosos, puxando-a para um beijo devastador.

Pressionam os lábios uns contra os outros e os corpos ao mesmo tempo. As línguas envolvem seus desejos. William passeia as mãos nas costas de Catherine, fazendo ofegar e gemer contra a sua boca. Ele sempre achou lindo o jeitinho dela de se entregar, o modo como o corpo inteiro dela treme aos toques dele, como ele consegue sentir a pele dela arrepiada.

Sem hesitar, o príncipe entra com os dedos dentro da calça do pijama da sua princesa, arranhando levemente as nádegas firmes e voltando às costas. Catherine sente seu prazer doer, apertando ainda mais a boca na de William e os dedos na nuca dele, mordendo-lhe os lábios com força. William a firma com as mãos nas costas e a deita na cama, ficando por cima dela. Ele para um instante com beijos e carícias apenas para admirá-la.

─ Você é tão linda, amor. ─ Ele sorri. ─ Não consigo deixar de dizer isso. ─ Ele lhe toma as mãos e beija cada um dos dedos dela.

Catherine segura o rosto do esposo, olhando-o fixamente, como se querendo guardar em novas memórias cada um daqueles traços, cada pequeno detalhe. Num movimento discreto dos lábios, um sorriso sutil enfeita a face dela. Um sorriso pequeno, mas cheio de significados. Um sorriso que William ama e não resiste. Ele baixa os olhos para a boca de Catherine e a beija mais uma vez, saboreando aqueles lábios macios que ele adora.

O príncipe faz uma trilha de beijos molhados descendo pelo queixo dela, chegando ao pescoço e se deixando inebriar pelo cheiro dela. Mais uma vez, ela move a cabeça para trás, deixando o colo livre. William desce distribuindo beijos e chupões, descendo mais, percorrendo o pequeno vale entre os seios dela. Catherine puxa a nuca de William e o olha num pedido mudo. Ele sabe o que ela quer, sabe o que ela não resiste, mas decide brincar, subindo um pouco, passeando com a língua por seus ombros e deixando chupões em pontos que a fazem estremecer, marcando-a em lugares que apenas ele veria.

─ Oh, meu amor! ─ Catherine geme ao sentir os lábios dele tomando-lhe os seios. Ela agarra às costas dele, movimentando o corpo ao encontro ao dele. Ele chupa, lambe e mordisca os mamilos já eriçados e sensíveis. A morena puxa sua nuca com mais força, fazendo-o parar com aquelas carícias deliciosas ou ela se entregaria antes mesmo dele tocar em seu sexo.

Vendo Catherine já com a respiração alterada e as bochechas enrubescidas, William sorri. Ele busca os lábios dela para um beijo lento, de aconchego e calmaria enquanto as mãos dela logo se livram da calça dele. Ele ajuda a descer o tecido e logo a deixa apenas de calcinha. William pressiona o quadril contra corpo de Catherine ela suspira, olhando-o, pedindo por ele.

Os dedos longos do Príncipe de Gales percorrem a lateral do corpo da sua amada, arrepiando-a e fazendo-a quase perder os sentidos com as sensações daquela carícia em sua pele. Com carinho, ele desliza a calcinha dela, arrastando o tecido até os pés. Num momento de enlevo, William percorre-a inteira com os olhos, admirando a mulher que tem ali, tão perto, tão dele. Jamais se cansaria de olhá-la, tão mulher em sua beleza natural. Mas sua boca tem sede daquela pele. Ele então segura a perna direita dela e começa beijando o pé delicado e pequeno, desce pela panturrilha, chega ao joelho e percorre devagar a coxa. Assim que encontra a virilha, passa com um sopro carinhoso, provocando-a e indo para a perna esquerda, beijando-a por toda sua extensão também. Catherine se remexe, ansiosa por ele, já se sabendo molhada de desejo.

─ William... Wales... ─ Ele sorri ao encará-la, amando seu nome dito naquele tom de luxúria e prazer.

William se posiciona entre as pernas dela, beijando-lhe o sexo, sugando-lhe o clitóris, fazendo-a curvar o corpo e fechar os olhos, tentando buscar forças para resistir e prolongar o seu prazer, mordendo o lábio inferior para não gemer tão alto. Os sons que saem pela garganta dela fazem William desistir de provocar Catherine, ele quer mesmo é saciar seu desejo de ter-se dentro dela. Ao perceber os movimentos do seu esposo, ela logo se livra da cueca box dele, deixando seu pênis livre, brincando com ele em suas mãos ágeis e habilidosas.

─ Ahh Catherine... ─ É a vez dele ofegar. As carícias de Catherine quase o levam ao céu. Ele engatinha sobre ela e se encaixa, olhando-a nos olhos. Ela o guia entre suas pernas. Seus olhos dizem tanto, conversam tanto e os lábios se encontram com fome, com sede. A língua dela desliza pelos lábios dele para depois sugar cada pedacinho dos lábios do seu homem. Os rostos passeiam um pelo outro, os narizes se tocam com carinho.

A Princesa de Gales solta suas mãos e se perde nos olhos azuis do seu príncipe, encontrando ali a mesma adoração de quando se entregaram um ao outro pela primeira vez. Os dois se olham fixamente enquanto ele desliza devagar para dentro dela, deixando-a sentir cada centímetro do seu pênis, um contato que faz os dois mergulharem tão fundo um no outro que nem o medo pode alcançá-los. Os lábios se buscam e se encontram novamente, eles se deliciam no gosto um do outro o mais intenso que podem, enquanto seus corpos se embalam num ritmo lento e forte. A cada vez que William entra nela, Catherine geme entre os beijos. Os dois estão extasiados, tontos de prazer, marcados pelo amor. Pele na pele. Difícil conseguir segurar o êxtase com tanta vontade um do outro.

O desejo é tanto que os dois param o beijo e apenas se olham fixamente, com os rostos bem próximos, misturando as respirações. Seus corpos guiados pelo puro instinto, movendo-se cada vez mais rápidos, buscando o máximo de prazer, permitindo-se guiar pelo desejo. Catherine aperta William contra si e desliza suas pernas pelo corpo dele até pousar as duas em sua cintura, permitindo que ele vá ainda mais dentro dela. Suas unhas arranham os ombros e as costas dele. William geme um tanto mais ofegante que ela, quase chegando ao orgasmo. Ela sorri ao vê-lo sentir tanto prazer ao se satisfazer com ela.

─ Will... Deixa eu ver você... ─ Catherine pede e ele abre os olhos, fixando-se nela.

Catherine quer mergulhar ainda mais fundo naquele azul enquanto seus corpos se entregam ao prazer mágico do orgasmo, apertando-o em sua intimidade e sentindo-o apertá-la de volta, do jeito que ela adora. Apesar de pequena em comparação ao tamanho dele, ela nunca foi frágil. Embaralha seus dedos envolta de sua nuca, apertando-o. As respirações se misturam ainda mais ofegantes enquanto seus corpos se chocam e se entregam, prolongando o prazer de se terem. Os dois se beijam buscando aplacar seus tremores e espasmos. William se vira na cama e leva o corpo de Catherine para cima do seu, apertando-o contra si, querendo se assegurar de que o que acabara de acontecer fora mesmo real, de que ela está realmente em seus braços.

Como se adivinhando os pensamentos dele, a princesa se ajeita por cima e o beija devagar, dizendo-lhe de sua paixão enquanto suas línguas se buscam e se encontram. William deixa seus dedos percorreram seu longo cabelo castanho, retirando alguns fios bagunçados que lhe grudavam no rosto suado.

─ Eu amo você, Catherine. ─ Ele diz com um sorriso pleno.

Ela o contempla, passeia os dedos pelo seu rosto, contornando seus lábios. O homem que ela ama está sem sua cama, em sua casa, em sua vida. William existe e isso a faz sorrir. O fato dele estar ali lhe inspira a querer viver cada dia com mais comprometimento os deveres que lhe aguardam, a faz querer fazer pequenas e grandes viagens, a descobrir outros motivos que o façam ter aquele sorriso tão lindo e sincero.

─ Eu amo você, meu amor. ─ Eu sempre serei apaixonado por você. ─ Ele a aperta ainda mais contra seu corpo e suspira quando ela deita sua cabeça em seu peito largo. William lhe beija os cabelos, prestando atenção em cada minúscula reação dela, que apenas envolve melhor os braços ao redor dele e fecha os olhos.

─ Era tudo que eu precisava... Você. ─ Catherine se declara e o príncipe distribui cheirinhos pelos cabelos dela. ─ Eu? ─ Um sorriso dança no rosto dele. ─ Sim, William, você! ─ Catherine levanta o rosto e sobe um pouco seu corpo, aproximando-se mais. ─ Eu amo ficar dentro do seu abraço, amo quando você me conta seus momentos com nossos filhos, amo quando você se entrega para mim... ─ Amor... ─ Shh... ─ Ela põe um dedo sobre os lábios dele e ganha um beijo. ─ A vida é tão boa com você.

O príncipe sorri e se emociona ao ouvi-la. Sem palavras que possam transmitir a Catherine o tamanho do seu amor, ele a envolve cuidadosamente nos braços e a beija até os dois perderem o fôlego.

─ A vida é tão boa com você. ─ Ele repete a declaração que ela havia feito a ele.

Catherine se deita novamente sobre o peito dele, buscando o pulsar daquele coração. Os dois ficam em silêncio, desfrutando a presença um do outro. Devagar, os dedos se juntam e se entrelaçam. De fato, a vida é realmente boa quando se tem alguém para amar.

Espero que tenham gostado :) Eu não tenho mais tumblr dedicado ao Will e a Kate mas estou sempre no twitter @athleticofwales e posto minhas histórias no Wattpad. Com carinho, Lele 

[lostfracturess]

hello there, i hope you're doing well dear writer!! i just wanted to quickly hop into your inbox and ask something regarding s&c ^^'

first of all, I've been following your fanfic for quite some time now and im really loving it so far!

tbh i rarely read reader x canon aus but this one in particular stuck out to me. the way you shape the story and characters is so amazing to me, they truly give me the immersive feeling i desperately seek in some aus (even if i see the reader not as myself specifically but a separate character, you created, that wanders around in my head rent free atp lol)

gojo and the reader either make me wanna rip my hair out and scream in agony or curl in a ball under my blanket and cry and giggle like a little girl.. there really is no in-between with these losers 😭

also, i might not understand much of the medical world since that field is far out of my reach as a language student but it's so so interesting reading all the surgical procedures described and trying to make sense of it all (you even got me googling most of the stuff since I'm not familiar with many medical terms 😭) but hey! it's always nice to learn new things and the more you know the better :3

okay this got incredibly long and i am very sorry for my dumb ramble but i felt like gushing over your fanfic for a second 😭

now my question:

do gojo and geto (and sukuna) know each other since high school or university? i honestly don't know whether you already mentioned this in the fic or answered a similar question or not. if either happened i apologize for my poor memory (it fails me a lot recently) i also don't even know if it matters that much but i was really curious for some reason 😅

also whenever you happen to write in gojo's pov again: do you think you'd add some sort flashbacks from his past that explain his character and decisions more? (since bro doesn't wanna open up abt it 💔) i am REALLY curious about young gojo!! ESPECIALLY regarding the situation between sukuna and gojo bc WTF did bro do that's apparently "worse than drugs" and infuriated sukuna so much he'd wanna ruin his life over it 😭 (I'd like to imagine sukuna is a pathetic loser that'd get butthurt over the most ridiculous things ever, cartoon villain type of guy fr)

well i think i'm done with my ramblings now, hopefully my questions make sense xd i'm looking forward to reading your reply soon!!

thank you so much for giving your all to this fanfic; the time, effort and heart you put into it is greatly appreciated by many 💕 have a great day dear writer, i'm sending you lots of love and much luck in your studies 🥰🫶🏼

awwwwee, this message is so incredibly heartwarming!! thank you so so much for taking the time to share your thoughts and the way the story resonates with you. hearing that it provides that immersive feeling, and makes u scream, cry and giggle is truly the best feeling in the world for a writer!! ♡

there really is no in-between with these losers

why did this make me laugh, u calling them losers ahahah

i really appreciate you being interested in the medical side of things despite it being completely unfamiliar territory!! the fact that you're even googling terms warms my little heart hehe ♡

also please never apologize for sending messy messages like this. it absolutely makes my day to read such sweet messages!!

also your questions:

do gojo and geto (and sukuna) know each other since high school or university?

don't remember myself if i answered that already lol (hope i don't say something different now). gojo and geto know each other since high school and were kind of rivals first and then bonded over a basketball match they both took part in. best friends since. they never really split, went to the same university, did their residency at the same hospital.

sukuna, gojo and geto became familiar in university. with sukuna being more of a frenemy to them. but gojo and sukuna were kinda close and geto and sukuna were just people who could hang out at a party.

do you think you'd add some sort flashbacks from his past that explain his character and decisions more? (since bro doesn't wanna open up abt it 💔)

yes yes yes!! next chapter will be gojo's pov again and there will be a scene were we'll get to know more about his upbringing (not in the next chapter tho, sometime later).

ESPECIALLY regarding the situation between sukuna and gojo bc WTF did bro do that's apparently "worse than drugs" and infuriated sukuna so much he'd wanna ruin his life over it 😭

won't spill the beans yet about what exactly gojo did, but i'll explain some time later in the story. sorry for the wait!! i feel like these things are so clear for me, because apparently i write them but i feel like it must be really frustrating for readers having so many questions left and then having to wait a few weeks for the next update, ahhhh! sorry for that!!

(I'd like to imagine sukuna is a pathetic loser that'd get butthurt over the most ridiculous things ever, cartoon villain type of guy fr)

ahahha omg. now i see it too ☠️☠️

thank you so much for appreciating the hard work that goes into creating s&c!! and thank you for the well-wishes with my studies. i'm sending love and happy vibes right back to you ♡♡

[verycharismaticdragon]

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tagged by @mu-qingfang-stan-account ty <3

relationship status: single (as in "too scared to try finding someone to date considering the state of queer rights here rn")

favorite colors: *james pokemon voice* its lavender (but honestly purple in all shades. my life have improved immensely when i started dyeing my hair purple and getting clothes to match)

favorite food: this is so broad uh... if its sweet stuff I gotta go with ice cream because whatever u want. it got u. and if we are talking about proper meal foods i think i gotta say chicken. shes so versatile what cant she do

song stuck in your head: oughh i cycle thru so many... i guess Leia (Rondo cover) came up a lot in the last few days

last thing you googled: spelling of some word, dont remember which. i often do this bcus im not confident in my spellings, esp with longer words, because I only learned them visually and that doesn't necessarily mean all letters or in the right order. wait i think it was resurrect, i keep forgeting if its two "s"s or two "r"s in there (yes i googled it again to spell it rn)

time: 13:40

dream trip: listen this is just gonna be sad if i answer it, so lets not

last thing you read: I'm currently super mega slowly rereading Scum Villain - like, taking notes every page slowly - so that's been going for the past month or so. If we're talking finished, then pipi's You Fei.

last book you enjoyed reading: I did enjoy Fei a whole lot! As usual, I'm a sucker for priest's ability to entwine some absolute clownery with so much subtle (and sometimes not subtle) heartbreak. Also the more I hear from my friend who branches out into BG cnovels/cdramas the more I realize how special a female protagonist like Fei is.

last book you hated reading: a danmei novel that shall remain unnamed bcus it was recced by a mutual. meanwhile i regret finishing it. the plot was such a friggin soap opera. literally almost Every soap opera trope. i'm surprised nobody's clone showed up, it wouldnt have been out of place! the ship dynamic was good so i finished to get their happy ending but. kinda felt that it wasn't worth it in the end.

favorite thing to cook/bake: gotta be meringues, as long as you know the perfect time for your particular oven theyre literally SO easy to make. and tasty. I like making blini too but they are kinda stressful because you gotta stay on them the entire time.

favorite craft to do in your free time: cross-stitch, it's somehow just the right proportion of mindlessness and engagement for me

most niche dislike: there's this special kind of annoying fans that make me dislike thing that they are fan of literally just because it becomes associated in my mind with their annoyingness. (I don't know how to explain every nuance of how they are annoying, but most often it involves being shitty about something else, that I already like.) And it kinda pisses me off not just on its own, but also on behalf of the thing they are fan of. Like - it usually doesn't deserve my ire! it's literally just the fans, and only some specific ones! But I can't stop my brain from cringing at the sight of the thing. ugh. So: hate it when this happens.

opinion on circuses: im more interested in the aesthetic concept of circuses than in any real ones.

do you have any sense of direction: yeah im pretty good with it, both in "reading maps" way and in "understanding where things are located relative to each other and alternate routes/shortcuts" way

tagging: god please I always forget every single person I ever seen or talked to when it comes to tagging. Literally any of my followers, I'm interested, I wanna hear about u, if you'd like to do this say i tagged you and go off