#I literally had to cut off one of my best friends after slowly realizing she had this mindset

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Very random but I have a special hatred for bitches who think it’s a flex to not care about politics or just be completely out of the loop with important world affairs like lmao bitch you’re a fucking loser

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Everyone Knew (2)

Cassian x Reader

After realizing you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, a night out at the bar takes an unexpected turn when unresolved feelings become the topic of the night.

Mutual pinning, Slight angst, Fluff Warnings: Drinking, border line nswf (but only make out) Completed Series - Read part 1 here

The cold night air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, biting at your skin, but you didn’t care. You slid down against the brick wall, your legs giving way as you collapsed onto the ground. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you forced them down. The burn of his lips still lingered on your skin, refusing to fade, even in the frosty night air.

“Y/N? I thought it was you walking outside. Where’s Cass?” Rhysand’s voice cut through the air above you. You hadn’t even realized the highlord was here tonight. A wave of mortification hit you, and you wondered if he’d noticed what you’d just been up to with his commander.

“Didn’t think there was a chance he was peeling off you,” he added, his tone teasing but laced with curiosity.  That answers that, you thought bitterly.

“He’s inside,” you murmured, your voice shaky. “I’m just… getting some air.” You tried to sound unaffected, but the words wavered.

You hoped Rhysand hadn’t noticed, but the sound of footsteps and rustling clothes told you he was lowering himself beside you.

“Rhys, I’m not in the right mind for a conversation,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re upset. I get it,” Rhysand replied, his voice gentle, yet filled with an understanding you hadn’t expected. “I mean, I don’t. Not from your perspective.” he added.

“Please, do take a seat.” You sarcastically mumbled.

“Feyre was pissed too. Rightfully so, after I kept it from her,” Rhysand said, leaning back against the wall. A small, reminiscent smile tugged at his lips, as though recalling an old memory. “It was terrifying. Days—literal days—of her refusing to even acknowledge my existence.”

You blinked, brows knitting in confusion as you tried to process his words. What was he talking about?

“She forgave me in the end.” Rhysand shrugged, brushing a hand casually through his dark hair. “It helped that she was already in love with me. Harder to stay mad at someone when you’re halfway gone for them.”

“Feyre…?” you echoed slowly, trying to piece together what he was saying. “Wait wha—”

“We all knew, for a while now. I hope you aren’t too mad at us. We did tell him he had to tell you everything—I mean he saw the reaction Feyre had firsthand. He really has no one to blame but himself, considering how many years he knew and kept it from—”

“Years—Rhys, what are you talking about?” You cut him off, your voice sharp and laced with unease. The words hung in the air, your heart hammering as you waited—hoped—for him to start making sense.

Rhysand blinked, his expression shifting as realization dawned. Slowly, his hand flew to his mouth, eyes widening. “Have you… have you not talked to Cassian yet?”

Before you could respond, the door beside Rhys flew open with a sudden burst, slamming against the wall.

“Y/n!?” Cassian’s voice rang out, rough and hurried. He stumbled out of the building, his eyes scanning frantically—searching—until they landed on you.

“Rhys, scram. Now.”

The High Lord didn’t need to be told twice. With a muttered grumble about manners and bastard brothers, Rhys was on his feet and disappearing through the door, leaving the two of you alone. Under any other circumstances, you might have laughed. But there was no humor to be found—not with the sheer anger burning in Cassian’s eyes.

“I’d like to be alone,” you stated, darting your eyes away from him.

“You promised,” Cassian shot back, his tone rough but pleading. “You promised you’d stop running from me.” His wings flared out behind him, broad and imposing, casting a shadow over you as he moved closer.

“That’s not what I promised,” you countered, your words shaky but defiant.

“Then tell me what’s bothering you. Tell me what made you—” He paused, his voice faltering like the words had caught in his throat. And suddenly, the anger was gone, replaced by something far more raw.

Cassian sank to his knees in front of you, his towering form shrinking as he looked up, the vulnerability in his gaze hitting you harder than any words could. His hands hovered uncertainly, like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t dare.

“You promised,” he whispered this time, softer, like he wasn’t sure you’d keep your word. And it made your heart ache, because this—this—was Cassian laid bare, desperate and unguarded in a way you’d never seen before. 

Throwing your head back against the wall, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “I couldn’t go any further, Cass.”

“Why?” he pushed softly, hesitating before placing both hands on your bare knees. His warmth seeped through your skin, though the gesture was cautious—like he feared you might pull away. “Cauldron, you’re freezing,” he grumbled, his thumbs rubbing slow circles against your legs as though trying to coax the cold away. “Azriel and Nesta stopped me inside. Didn’t realize how long they’d kept me.”

“I’m fine. Really.” The words felt hollow, unconvincing even to you. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to swat his hands away—not when your body, traitorous as ever, still craved his touch.

“Tell me why you ran, Y/n.” Cassian urged again, heavy with concern.

“Why?” you echoed. Your thoughts swirled in chaotic loops. Cassian’s hands tightened, just slightly, his grip grounding yet gentle, anchoring you in place without holding you captive.

“You might be interested in a fun night, Cass, but I don’t think I can ever go back if we—” Your voice faltered, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Cauldron, I’m already going to be thinking about your lips on me for days, and we haven’t even kissed. How am I supposed to go back to just being your friend? This is your problem. You never think–”

“And you never shut up,” he interrupted.

“Excuse me?” you shot back, your head jerking up to glare at him.

“It’s like your mind never stops,” he said softly, his gaze unwavering as he leaned closer. “Always racing with thoughts, but it never occurred to you that I might not want to go back, either?”

His words paralysed you. The air between you stilled, thick with tension. The usual playfulness in his eyes was replaced by something else—something raw.

“Don’t tease me,” you whispered. You pulled your knees closer to your chest, trying to create some distance between you, a barrier you desperately needed.

His hands fell from your knees to his sides as he stood, frustration radiating from him. “Y/n,” he whined, dragging his hands over his face. “What kind of person do you take me for? Some disrespectful ass? Is that how you’ve seen me all these years?”

“Of course not!” you snapped, your confusion rising to meet his anger. “I never said that–”

“But clearly you think it,” he shot back, his voice rising as his hands flew up in exasperation.

“Clearly, I think the world of you!” You stood abruptly, stomping your foot against the ground in sheer frustration. “You hear that I—I love you, and somehow you twist that into me thinking negatively of you? This is exactly what I mean! You don’t—”

“And you still aren’t listening to me!” Cassian roared, the shout taking you by surprise, leaving you stunned into silence. Cassian had never shouted at you, not like this. “It’s like you’re being purposefully naive!” he bit out, his hands raking through his hair, gripping so hard you thought he might tear at it.

“Naive!?” you snapped, disbelief coloring your voice.

“Yes, naive!” Cassian’s voice was sharp as he stepped closer. “You get so caught up in your own damned worries, and normally—I think it’s cute watching you overthink the smallest things. But Cauldron above, this?” He shook his head, his voice hoarse with emotion. “This is hurtful.”

The words hit you like a slap, but Cassian wasn’t finished. He took another step forward, closing the space between you to mere breaths. “I’ve been in love with you for so long now, I can hardly remember a time when I wasn’t.”

“What?” Your breath caught in your chest, your heart lurching violently.

But Cassian didn’t seem to hear you, too lost in the storm of his own emotions. “I’ve tried everything. Flowers, gifts, flirting…” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

Your mind reeled. The gifts—books perfectly suited to your tastes, plants he’d brought you decorated your room with, weapons he’d selected with such care for you to use in battle.

All things you’d thought were gestures of friendship, acts of platonic love. The flirting you had brushed off as lighthearted banter, that he never truly meant in any way that mattered.

“Cass—I didn’t realize th—” you stammered, but he wasn’t listening, his frustration boiling over.

“I don’t want to go back!” His voice thundered, the rawness of his words hitting you like a tidal wave. “I don’t want to pretend I didn’t hear you say the exact words I’ve been feeling for years. I don’t want to pretend I don’t love you—fuck, Y/n!”

He slammed his hand into the wall beside your head. Not to scare you—you knew that instinctively. It was as if he needed the wall to keep himself upright, as if the weight of his confession was too much to bear. 

“You’re my mate—” His voice dropped to a soft whisper, the crack in it breaking something inside you. “I–I don’t want to pretend we’re just friends anymore.”

Your eyes widened. The words he’d spoken repeating in a loop in your head: You’re my mate.

“And if you want to reject me. I would endure that for you.” Cassian took a shaky breath, his voice now quieter, but no less intense. “But stop acting for one damn minute like there’s a version of me that could ever not love you. That could ever go back to waiting for you to love me as I do you.”

“Cassian,” you whispered, barely able to form the question. “Mates?”

Everything clicked. It wasn’t just the deep love you’d always felt for him, but the connection. The bond, the pull, the certainty that surged inside you when he spoke. Everything he’d said, everything you’d felt, suddenly made sense. “You’re my mate.”

Cassian cursed under his breath, pacing away for a moment, clearly trying to regain his composure. “I wasn’t supposed to—damn it,” he mumbled, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Wasn’t supposed to tell you like this.”

You blinked, your mind still spinning through memories and conversations. “Earlier, you mocked me… about everyone knowing.” you said, barely above a whisper, yet stern.

Cassian’s eyes softened, his gaze shifting to something vulnerable. “Everyone knew,” he confirmed, his voice almost childlike, as though he was bracing himself for a reprimand. He winced, “Except you.”

The words Rhysand had said to you earlier echoed in your mind: We all knew, for a while now. 

“Rhysand said you’ve known for years,” you continued, your emotions swirling in conflicting directions—anger, confusion, and something else you couldn’t quite name. “Years, Cassian?”

He flinched, eyes flashing with something dark. “He told you?” he sneered, the edge of his voice sharp.

“Well, you obviously weren’t going to,” you shot back, your tone sharper than you intended. “He didn’t actually tell me—he thought you already had. I didn’t understand the meaning of his words until now.”

“I was hoping you’d feel it,” he admitted, his voice soft, almost defeated. “Something, at least. For me.”

In that moment, the truth settled over you—You weren’t angry with Cassian. You couldn’t be, not when the feelings you had tried so hard to deny were so much the same as his. Not when you realized just how deeply he had always felt for you, how much of himself he had given, even if it wasn’t always clear to you. 

His words, his actions—all of it now made sense, the gifts, the teasing, the way he had always been there for you. The pieces clicked into place, revealing a truth that you had been blind to, unwilling to see.

“You coward,” you teased, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. But Cassian didn’t seem to notice the lightness in your tone. His eyes remained shut, refusing to meet yours, his posture stiff with tension, as if he was still waiting for further reprimand from you.

You shifted closer, your fingers brushing gently against the solid muscle of his chest. You felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm, and the sensation sent a thrill racing through you. The bond between you two seemed to hum quietly beneath your skin, a quiet pulse.

“A bit of a hypocrite?” he muttered, his voice rough as he took your hand in his, rubbing it gently like he couldn’t quite control his touch.

You tilted your head, catching his eye for a moment. “Oh? Says the one who made me promise not to keep things like this from him?”

He sighed, the weight of his exhaustion settling into his shoulders, his wings drooping behind him as though the very air had become too heavy to bear. His voice, when it came, was softer than you expected, soaked in regret. “I couldn’t bear you avoiding me.” The ache in his tone twisted something deep inside you. 

You reached out, your fingers brushing gently against his chin, guiding his face toward you with a tenderness that belied the ache in your chest. He hesitated, but after a long beat, his eyes fluttered open—hazel depths flooded with longing, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart stutter in your chest.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Cass…”

“I don’t want to go back, Y/n.” He leaned into your touch, his presence overwhelming, the space between you shrinking until his breath brushed against your lips. His eyes held yours, unflinching, as though they were a silent promise. “I meant what I said,” 

“Every touch, every look, every word tonight… None of it was a joke to me. I’ve wanted this—you—for so long.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “So if you think I’ll pretend I didn’t hear…” He paused, his lips curving into a small but dangerous smile. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Warmth flooded your cheeks, the coldness of the night melting away. The closeness of his face, the way his presence filled every corner of the space between you, made the air feel electric. Your skin seemed to remember the feeling of his mouth on your neck, the heat of his touch. How there was no barrier left. 

“You didn’t try everything,” you whispered, your voice low, teasing as your hands trailed over his chest, savoring the feel of his body beneath your fingertips, a shiver of excitement coursing through you at the contact.

“W–What?” His voice cracked, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction, savoring the way he struggled to form words. His hands slid around your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your cropped shirt, tracing slow, teasing circles against your skin.

“The gifts, the flirting…” you murmured, almost breathless as your hands slid up to his shoulders. You pulled him closer, enough to feel the heat of his body press against yours. “If you were too much of a coward to tell me—”

“Would you stop calling me—” Cassian’s words faltered when you leaned in, lips brushing over the sensitive crook of his neck, just beneath his jaw. You felt the shudder that ran through his body as you trailed a warm kiss across the skin, his hands tightening around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His breath hitched as his chest rose and fell with a deeper rhythm.

You kissed your way slowly across his neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse beneath your lips. As your lips neared his, you could feel him tilt his head, instinctively trying to meet you. But just before your mouths collided, you pulled away, lips hovering just over his. “You could’ve tried showing me,” you whispered, voice low and teasing, your breath warm against his.

A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of Cassian’s lips, his eyes darting between yours and your lips, flickering with hunger. He licked his lips, and the question slipped out of him, coated in desire. “And how would I have gone about that?”

“You could’ve pulled me against you,” you said, your tone slow, deliberate, laced with a challenge that dared him to follow through.

Cassian’s hands moved from your waist, gliding down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly with a strength that made your breath catch. Your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pinned you against the wall.

“And then?” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation, his lips only an inch away from yours, the heat of his breath mingling with yours.

“And then,” you whispered, your lips grazing over his as you leaned in just enough to tease. “You could’ve done this.” Without waiting another second, you closed the gap, pressing your mouth to his with a force that took his breath away. 

The kiss was desperate, hungry, a collision of heat and need. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled as you both dove deeper into the kiss, the world outside vanishing as you lost yourselves in the raw intensity. You both fought for more, each movement desperate, as if nothing could ever feel close enough.

“I vaguely remember trying something like this,” he murmured between heated kisses.

You let out a soft giggle, pulling back just enough to catch your breath, your lungs racing as your forehead rested against his cheek. “I thought you were trying not to waste the perfectly good shot you spilled on me?” you teased.

Cassian nipped at your lips in response, before his teeth swiftly moved to grazing over the delicate skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I missed some,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin. His lips sucked and nibbled at the spot like he had before, and the teasing motion made you laugh softly, but that quickly turned into a low moan.

“Cassian...” You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently to shift his head away, trying to catch your breath. He groaned in protest, hardly pulling back.

You slid down from his legs, standing tall and proud before him.

“You’re killing me here, Y/n,” he said with swollen lips, his eyes glazed with need. The sight of him like this made your heart race faster. Your hands slid from his hair to cup his face, gently holding him as you stared into his eyes.

“I love you, Cassian,” you said softly, your smile wide and genuine, the words flowing naturally. You wanted him to hear it, in this moment, without heat of an arguement. “So fucking much.”

Cassian closed his eyes for a moment, his breath shaky as he leaned into your touch. “Tell me again,” he whispered, his leg shifting between yours, pinning himself against you.

“I love you, Cassian. My mate,” you whispered, the words carrying more weight than ever, like you were sealing a promise in the air between you.

His lips crashed back onto yours, the kiss deepening as he tugged you even closer. In between the kisses, he pulled away just long enough to demand, “Again.”

“I love—” you tried, but he was relentless, kissing you harder, his lips never straying far as he muttered again over and over. You laughed softly, surrendering to the moment, and said it one more time.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

He pulled away just enough to smile, a soft, adoring expression on his face. “My beautiful mate,” he murmured, his voice filled with nothing but affection as he stared at you, his eyes alight with something deeper than desire—something eternal.

With a grin, Cassian picked you up effortlessly, your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders as he lifted you without a second thought.

“Hey!” you protested, though your heart raced with excitement, the rush of adrenaline making your pulse quicken.

“I’d like to continue this... without clothes,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Preferably in a bed,” He said before he nipped playfully at your ear before pressing a lingering, slow kiss to the pulse point on your neck. The warmth of his lips sent a shiver down your spine. “Unless you want to go back inside for your girls night?”

You opened your mouth to argue, to bring up the people waiting back inside, but the words were caught in your throat as Cassian’s wings suddenly flared out, strong and powerful, lifting both of you into the air.

“I’m tired of them knowing everything,” he muttered.

Your arms tightened around his neck as you let out a breathless laugh, feeling the cool night air rush around you. Higher and higher, the ground falling away as Cassian swept you off into the night.

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You could chose them both - FLUFF

Your_g1rls_g1rl: Ima type my idea. So it's y/n is a fan, and she meets Sammy and colby and immediately ask for a pic. They say yes, and she is really not so they stop on either side of her, kinda fighting over her, and they literally both ask her to coffee and are really trying to be the one she choses, but she's a ditsy queen and doesn't realize

WARNINGS: NO SMUT!, pure fluff, Sam and Colby fighting over reader. Bad language.

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“Honestly I wouldn’t even think twice about him…” your best friend, Lauren said as you both walked out of a gift shop during your weekend break in Las Vegas.

You sighed as you locked your phone once again, “I just can’t believe… that after everything he has the cheek to post with her on instagram!”

Lauren suddenly stopped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks as she placed both hands on your shoulders, “listen to me y/n…”

You sighed as you looked into her eyes, crossing your arms.

“He is a no good, truck driving, boot loving, cousin fucking hillbilly!” She passionately spoke, it was clear she was never a fan of your ex boyfriend.

“He’s never fucked a cousin!” You laughed as you interrupted her.

“Stop defending him!” She snapped back, “he is a cheating son of a bitch and karma will bite him right in the ass!”

You studied Lauren’s face as you tried to hate him as much as she does.

Lauren’s tone changed as she continued much softer, “and you… well you are everything. You’re smart, beautiful, kind… and goddammit you’re sexy as fuck!”

Suddenly your eyes fell wide, “I don’t fucking believe it…”

Lauren’s face scrunched up, “well you should fucking believe it!”

Your eyes snapped back to Lauren as you’d actually been looking over her shoulder, “no…” you spun her around with a chuckle, “is that not Colby Brock?”

Lauren’s eyes fell wide as a smile spread across her face. She looked over at Colby who had just walked out of a store and before she could speak Sam followed him out, “and Sam!” She said excitedly.

Lauren slowly turned to face you, “you gotta ask them for picture…” she said seriously as you tilted your head at her.

“And why can’t you?!” You laughed as she shook her head quickly.

“Um… social anxiety says… no!” Lauren replied with a chuckle. “Please! I’ll take it for you!”

You looked over at Sam and Colby as they talked and laughed, your face scrunching up as you thought about it.

Lauren grabbed your shoulders once again, “hey think about it! An instagram post like this, would definitely outshine hillbilly ex’s new bleached blonde.”

You looked at Lauren rolling your eyes as you saw Sam and Colby starting to head in your direction. You exhaled sharply, “fine!”

You glanced over as you took a deep breath, Sam and Colby were just about to pass you as you spoke out, taking a step towards them, “excuse me?”

Sam and Colby’s eyes both darted towards you as you switched from one set of blue to the other. “Hey…” Sam said softly as small smile appearing on his face.

“What’s up…” Colby spoke with the same tone, their eyes refusing to leave your face as they both stared at you, the corners of their mouths turning upwards.

You couldn’t help but feel your stomach fill with butterflies with the way they were looking at you. But you thought nothing of it, trying to focus on building up the courage for your questions, “um… I know this is lame, but could I maybe get a picture with you guys?” You said with a nervous smile, “big fans…” you said awkwardly as you glanced at Lauren who stood frozen clinging to her phone.

Sam and Colby refused to look away from you as they both spoke up together, “yes of course!” They both quickly looked at each other, confused looks spreading across their face. They both know that look anywhere, they had the hots for this girl… both of them.

You looked between them awkwardly as they looked at each other, “okay… shall I just-“

Suddenly Colby cut you off, “yeah sorry, come stand here!” He said reaching out to gently place his hand on your arm. His smile wider than ever as he glanced down at you.

“I’ll stand on this side!” Sam said quickly as he stood on your right. He quickly put his arm around your back, his hand gripping your waist as he pulled you into him slightly.

Lauren slowly help up her phone to take the photo and quickly noticed the way the boys looked at you and then to each other.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, still looking down at your face.

“Y/n…” you said as you looked at Lauren who suddenly had a smirk on her face.

“That’s a really pretty name.” Colby said catching you off guard as you turned to look at him.

Sam noticed Colby’s efforts and didn’t want him winning that easily, “perfect name for the most beautiful girl.” He said softly as you quickly turned to look at him. Your face frowned in confusion but you just presumed they were being overly nice, so that they kept up their social media persona.

“Okay smile!” Lauren shouted as you looked at her, blinking a few times to gather yourself as your slowly lifted your arms around the backs of the boys. All three of you smiled as Lauren snapped a few pictures. “All done!” She said excitedly as she lowered her arms.

Neither Sam or Colby let go as they both looked back at you. You waited for a moment before slowly releasing yourself from between them.

Colby looked up at Sam and noticed his cogs turning and wanted to get in before he did, “so, y/n… would you maybe wanna get coffee some time?” He asked, peaking your interest as you turned to face them.

“Oh.. i-“ a smile appeared of your face but before you could reply Sam cut in.

“Or dinner? Maybe…” he said with smirk. Colby’s eyes darted towards him, his smile dropping slightly.

You snapped your head at Sam, “oh um…” you wasn’t sure what to say, and definitely didn’t understand what was happening right now. Especially because both Sam and Colby clearly want to see you again, which alone blew your mind. Why you? But you convinced yourself that they properly just liked your aura. “Well, we’re in Vegas until Monday,” you said as they both looked at you eagerly. “You could call me.” You suggested.

Sam and Colby quickly pulled out their phones, “yeah sure what’s your number?” Sam said quickly as Colby gave him a death stare once again.

“Or you can give to me, he’s terrible with his phone!” Colby laughed. Sam was not impressed by his comment.

You looked between the boys feeling awkward as they bickered slightly, “why don’t you both take it…”

They smiles returned as they looked back at you. You read your number out as they both added it to their contact lists. You looked at them with a soft smile.

“Thanks, we just uh…” Colby said looking at Sam.

“Got some stuff to sort out.” Sam finished as he looked at you, “and then I’ll call you.”

“Or I will.” Colby added as they both looked at you.

You looked between them with a slightly frown forming. “No problem.” You smiled, “nice to meet you both.” You said as you slowly turned back to Lauren who waited for you.

“Yeah you too!” They both shouted after you excitedly as you giggled. Sam and Colby looked at each other before walking away quickly.

Lauren waited until they were out of hearing range, “No fucking way!” She said excitedly.

“What?” You laughed as you took her phone to look at the photos.

Lauren looked at you gobsmacked, and shocked you hadn’t realised what was happening. “Hello!! Earth to y/n!” She said as you quickly looked up at her confused. “They were both hitting on you!”

You froze, unable to form words for a moment as you stuttered, “they were not!”

Lauren threw her arms up in disbelief, “y/n I love you… but damn you can be so delusional!”

“I am not!” You said quickly with a laugh.

Lauren rolled her eyes before linking her arm with yours continuing on your shopping trip, “you know… they’re both going to call…” she said with a smirk. “Who you gonna choose?”

You shook your head in disbelief, “look, even if you are right… and they did both call me… I.. I don’t think I could choose…” you said looking at the photo of the 3 of you. Both of their smiles warming your heart.

Lauren chuckled as she watched how you looked at them, “you could choose both…” she said as you looked at her confused. She giggled before she continued, “What happens in vegas… stays in Vegas.” She bit her lip excitedly as you rolled your eyes.

Deep down, if Lauren was right, you would want them both… but you had no idea what you were in store for….

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Authors note: I loved this litter request… who wants part two? 😏🖤

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Welcome back prompt!!!

Tomione. Childhood friends to idiots to lovers. College/Uni AU? Flatmates??? At the same party but they don't know it? Tom overhears Hermione lamenting their unrequited feelings to someone?

Ensuing chaos??? Cherrypick whatever sparks joy the write from this!!! Or do literally whatever you want if none of it does :)))

Girlie, was that all one prompt?! I dunno if I was supposed to write it all or not, but here it goes! Love you girlie!

Warning: Not safe for work.

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"I've loved him since we were children Ginny, and he's never seen it, never truly seen me. " Tom stopped by the door of a bedroom, hearing a familiar voice inside, one of his flat mate and childhood friend. He stood quietly at the door entrance, the door slightly ajar but he remained behind the door where they couldn't see him. His blood boiling at the idea that Hermione Granger, the girl he had been enamored with since childhood dared to love someone else.

Secretly he wondered who it was. He had dealt with the others who had tried to date her. Viktor Krum the exchange student in secondary school had been the hardest to deal with for the boy didn't frighten well, not to mention that the boy had been athletic and well built. He hadn't been afraid of Tom's 'friends'. Didn't backdown from the challenge.

No, With Krum he had to resort to more underhanded methods. He had whispered doubts into Hermione's ears, seeding doubt in her about Krum. It had taken a few months, longer than he liked, but eventually they went their separate ways, Krum leaving the UK and Hermione staying. It had been a relief; he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back his anger every time he saw them kiss.

Now Tom had to deal with a mystery man, one that Hermione had loved since Childhood. There were two possible suspects, neither of which were worthy of having Hermione. Harry Potter was a popular guy, an orphan, like himself, who was popular with the ladies. He was Hermione's best friend and most likely culprit. Then there was Ron Weasley, the poor redheaded bastard that had constantly teased Hermione when they were children, calling her a bookworm and otherwise being a jerk to her, all in order to get her attention.

No, It couldn't be Weasley, for Weasley at least had the good common sense to know that Hermione was worth something. Was worth pursuing. Potter, however, could very well have friend zoned he and been oblivious of her affection towards him.

"Hell, if it wasn't for the fact that we share the same flat, I'd probably never see him again" Hermione continued.

Tom actually stopped breathing at her comment to her friend Ginny. Hermione Granger only had one flat mate, and Tom knew for certain that the person in question returned her feelings. This wouldn't do at all. He would have to correct this.

Tomm opened the door, his face taking on stoic expression as he entered the room silently. Ginny, who was sitting on the bed in the room facing the door looked up and paled slightly, causing Hermione to turn around herself, her face falling as she realized who was standing in the doorway.

"Tom..." Hermione started but he held up a hand cutting her off.

"Ginny, Out." Tom commanded, leaving no room for the younger girl to argue. Nor did she want to. Instead she abandoned her friend to face Tom's fury by herself.

Once Ginny left, Tom closed the door calmly, turning to look at Hermione who was still on the bed, loooking mortified.

"How long were you there?" she asked him.

"Long enough to know you are in love with your flat mate" he replied, slowly, methodically taking step after step towards her.

"Tom, I.."

"How long?" he asked cutting her off, standing in front of her. Hermione stood up from the bed.

"Tom, its not important. Please lets just forget about this" she whispered to him.

Riddle reached out, grasping her shoulders, his fingers digging into her delicate skin "How long?" he repeated, his voice gravelly.

"Since I was 13." she finally replied, tears in her eyes " Please Tom, you weren't supposed to find out like this." she whispered desperately.

"When were you going to tell me Hermione?" he snapped letting her shoulders go. Hermione looked down at her feet, giving her answer.

She was never going to tell him, would have kept her secret from him for many more years. Already she had kept this secret for 8 years.

Tom took a deep breath, calming himself and his anger, seeing Hermione's shoulders trembling. With a sign, Tom reached for her chin, grasping it and forcing her to look up at him, tear filled eyes met his own. He didn't need to search her for answers, they were plain on her face. This wasn't some sort of joke.

Using his thumb, he wiped away her tears before he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"You should have told me Hermione" he growled the words "8 years you've wasted." he gripped her chin a little tighter before he moved his hand to her hair, his fingers bunching in the curls as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to him. Quietly he placed small kisses on the exposed skin, nipping at delicate surface. "8 years you left me in the dark, had me thinking that it was you that didn't see me."

"I always saw you" she whispered, whimpering as he bit her neck, moaning as he sucked on the spot, he just bit.

Tom stopped kissing her neck, ignoring her whimper of protest. instead, he leaned down and claimed her lips again, this time in a brutal kiss. He delighted in how she leaned into the kiss, his hold on her hair giving him easy access to her mouth. He stopped the kiss, pulling away from the kiss, but not before nipping her bottom lip.

"Tom..." Hermione started, but stopped at his expression.

"8 years of this you missed out on" he continued as if she hadn't said a thing. He loosened hsi grip on her hair, his hands going to her hips, bringing her body flush with his own. He saw her face turn pink and he smirked down at her " Do you know how long I have waited in the background, wanting you, waiting for you to stop wasting your time with men beneath you?" he asked her.

"No.. i don't" she whispered leaning into him.

"Since I was 11 years old. I knew you were the only one for me since I was 11 years old" he replied, looking into her eyes. "10 years I have waited."

Hermione said nothing, unsure what to say, what to do. Finally she spoke "I'm not the only one to blame, you could have said something Tom"

"How many times did I turn down another girl to spend time with you. How many times did I spend what little money i had on you, on taking you out, or buying you a special gift?" he asked her " I wasn't subtle with my affections Hermione." He growled her name. "You friend zoned me, long ago"

"I'm sorry" she whispered.

"No, but you will be" he replied as he guided her down onto the bed until she was sitting on the plush mattress. Slowly he knelt down in front of her.

"Tom what are you-" she was cut off by his hand sliding beneath her skirt, soft fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. she shivered slightly at the contact, unconsciously opening her legs slightly, allowing him easier access to her body.

"Good girl" he murmured to her, trailing his fingers up the sensitive skin to the line of her panties. slowly, delicately he run is fingers over her panties, smirking at her.

"You are soaked" he informed her with a satisfied smirk on his face, watching as her skin turned red. "All it took was a few kisses and you are already ready for me" he purred. slowly he pulled down her panties, letting them tangle at her feet, enjoying that it limited her movements.

Slowly he traced his finger down her seem, feeling her shudder under his touch.

"Tom..." she whispered weakly, her voice thick with lust.

"So wet for me" he smirked up at her "What a good girl, knowing who her master is" slowly he slid a finger into her core, watching as her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, slowly he curled his finger inside her, watching as her mouth made a little o and she bucked into his hand unconsciously.

"Did they ever touch you like this, Dove?" he asked her wanting the truth from her. He would kill them, whoever had touched her like this, whoever else had gotten the pleasure of spending this precious time with her. Of seeing her like this, so open and vulnerable. He would kill them.

"No" she whispered the words, her eyes fluttering open "It never felt right."

"Good girl" he responded, slowly moving his finger in and out of her, relishing each soft whimper and moan.

"Please Tom, more" she pleaded softly, her breath coming in short little gasps.

He smirked at her, knowing she was telling the truth, that they never touched her like this, she was so innocent, thinking this was all he would give her tonight. Slowly he inserted another finger, watching as her eyes fluttered back shut, He chuckled lightly, watching his little dove enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. He moved his fingers in and out of her faster, enjoying the way her eyes rolled back, how she bucked into him, wanting more friction.

He smirked as he used his thumb to rub at her little bundle of nerves, delighting in the fact that she actually jumped in surprise at the contact.

"Tell me who you belong to Hermione" he murmured softly into her ear, having moved closer to her even as he worked her body like a fiddle.

"You Tom, it was always you" she replied panting as he sped up his pace, wanting to reward her, to see her come apart from his minstrations.

It didn't take long, his thirsty girl begging for more and him supplying it, until finally she went over the edge. His name on her lips like a prayer.

He enjoyed that, watching her come apart, hearing her call for him. Yes, he would enjoy this so much more than he had with other women.

Once she had come down from her high, he removed his fingers from her, smirking as she whimpered from the loss. "Don't worry Dove," he murmured into her lips, kissing her softly as the words escaped from his mouth. "This is far from over, but first, lets go home"

Hermione nodded, her honey eyes looking into his own, her eyes wide.

Tom chuckled softly as he cleaned himself up, helping her with her panties before placing a gentle kiss on her brow.

Oh yes, tonight was going to be a long night, and Tom was going to relish ever second of it.

After all, he had to make up for lost time.

[danikamariewrites]

i literally cannot stop thinking about casual ddlg with cassian, like my brain stopped working. He would be the perfect daddy🥲 i love how you mentioned he was the general in this and won’t tolerate attitude, bc I see many drabbles/HC/fics of him being almost childish/too whiny. Like that’s the lord of bloodshed THE GENERALLL

in that light👀 i was wondering if i could please request another part with him punishing reader for being too bratty/ having an attitude/ breaking on of his rules. like i imagine they have a set of rules for the relationship to work. And reader gets jealous when she sees cass talking to another woman so she breakes a lot of rules and doesn’t give a shit. Maybe she went and smoked weed with her friends, drank a lot despite the limit she has for herself, danced with other men, flirted with them👀 cassian would def disciplin her for this🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

please i literally will pay you for this PLEASE😩🙏😩

Take Your Punishment (SMUT)

Cassian x reader

A/n: god I love daddy Cass 😍

Warnings: ddlg, spanking, cock warming

Cassian was at his limit with your bratty attitude today. The only answer you were giving him today was no. At first he thought you were just not in the mood for your dynamic. You knew that Cassian would be ok with that. He always wanted you to be honest with him, that’s one of his rules.

He quickly realized that wasn’t the case when he saw the slightest hint of a smirk on your lips. At that, Cassian stopped being so nice.

Later that afternoon Cassian called you into his office. When you entered you had an innocent look plastered on your face. “Yes, Cassie?” Your smile told him you were trying to get out of whatever punishment was brewing in that calculating brain of his.

“Come here, baby.” He made a come hither motion with his fingers as you started making your way to his side of the desk. He held his large hands out for your smaller ones. Cassian immediately gripped your hands, pulling them closer to his chest.

He placed small, gentle kisses across your fingers and the back of your hands. His head raised slowly, his pupils blown wide with lust already. “Your attitude today hasn’t been the best baby.” His soft tone a stark contrast to what those words promised.

Your innocent look fell from your face, replaced by regret with your head dropping. “I’m sorry daddy.” Cassian hummed in thought. “I don’t think you are baby. I think your sorry I caught on. I saw that little smirk in the kitchen. You knew exactly what you were doing to daddy, huh.”

Fuck, You thought. You were screwed. You knew you shouldn’t have pushed him today.

“Yes daddy.” You said meeting his molten gaze. Your were starting to feel your wetness pool between your thighs. Between that stare and his husky voice you couldn’t help yourself. Cassian’s nostrils flared at the scent of your arousal hitting the air.

“Bend over the desk baby.” Cassian dropped your hands, watching you with hawk like eyes. You rested your forearms on the desk, sticking your ass out for Cassian. He pulled your dress up over your hips, revealing your bare ass.

A deep growl sounds from his chest as he kneeds both cheeks with his rough, calloused hands. “Such a naughty girl.” Without warning Cassian lands a harsh slap on your ass making you cry out. “How many do you think you deserve baby?”

You couldn’t think. Your stinging skin the only thing on your mind. Stuttering for a moment you finally give Cassian a number. He lets out a dark laugh. “I don’t think so baby. I think thirty is an appropriate number don’t you?” He teases.

You whine out, “But daddy,” Cassian cuts you off, fisting your hair and pulling you up to his chest. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.” He lightly kisses your temple before putting you back down on his desk.

After counting out thirty spanks your ass was practically numb. You could feel how red your skin is along with Cassian’s lasting hand prints. Tears streamed down your reddened cheeks as you collected yourself.

Cassian sat back down in his leather chair, pulling you to straddle him. You’re still whimpering as he strokes your hair shushing you. “Good girl, baby.” You melted into his strong chest.

He slightly lifted you off of him with one arm, and unlaced his pants with the other. Cassian pulled his hard length free from his pants as you looked down at him. His head was already leaking precum and looked looked painfully hard.

“Lift your dress f’me sweets.” Bunching up the skirt of your dress Cassian slowly brings you back down, lining himself up with your entrance. “You ok?” He checks in, searching your face for any sign of wanting to stop. “Uh-huh.” You mumble out.

Attaching his lips to yours Cassian brings you down to fully sheath himself inside you. You moan into the kiss as you adjust to his size. It’s been decades and you don’t think you’ll ever be used to him.

You lazily wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, burying your face in his neck. “You’re going to sit here until I’m done with work ok baby. If your good and sit still, I might let you ride me later.” “Thank you daddy.” Cassian kisses the side of your head, “Such a good girl.”

[marleyybluu]

Would you be okay writing some bestfriends brother!rio smut? :)

Don Julio

Best friends brother!Rio x f!black!OC (Honey)

Word count: 1.1k

Content warning: literally nothing, just swearing and hangovers lol, Honey is 21 and Rio is 26 (just testing a little age gap😗)

A/N: I just want to apologize to you anon because this request has been sitting in my inbox, collecting dust because I had no idea how to even come up with anything but here we are bitch.

decided to do OC because... I'm loving the OC streak that I'm on right now.

also, OC is written as a black woman in mind, I don't describe her in detail just yet.

There will be a part 2 yall don't worry

(Not my gif)

And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you…

•• ••

Sunday mornings were for soaking in the regrets of Saturday night events, they were for dealing with pounding hangovers and lounging on the couch to recover. At least that's how most of her Sundays went and this one was no different. Light snores left her lips while the heat of the morning sun beamed on her bare back warming up her skin. She groaned as the heat became too much, suddenly she wished she hadn't been so drunk last night, she would've been able to close the curtains. She pulled the covers over her body and smiled, that felt better. She readjusted herself, getting in a more comfortable position, she sighed her eyes opening just for a millisecond but, in that quick time, she noticed something off.

Her room was blue... well no it wasn't, her room was actually Sage green. There were posters on her wall of old movies and her favourite artists, this wall didn't have any. Her eyes blew wide open when she realized the lack of softness in her pillow, well it wasn't a pillow at all it was someone's chest—slowlyrisingand falling with sleep. She sighed, of course, she had to start her Sunday in a stranger's bed. Honey sat up slowly, sleep very apparent in her bones as she stretched and her joints cracked, her head felt heavy and her eyes narrowed as she squinted away the bright light of the sun's beams. She groaned tossing the covers off of her legs, her lower half scantily clad, she laughed to herself and shook her head.

Her feet met the cold floor, she grabbed a shirt, she could only assume it was his, oh well-- he wouldn't mind would he?

Honey stumbled through the halls looking for a bathroom, her bladder full of last night's drinks and after pushing every door open she was finally successful in finding a bathroom. She closed the door for privacy while she handled her business as if this man hadn't seen every inch of her business the night before. Once she was done she wiped and flushed, washed her hands and splashed a bit of cold water on her face waking herself up and hoping to stay awake long enough to get home safely. She opened the door and flicked off the light making her way back to the room.

As she walked down the hall she noticed a wall of photos in her peripheral, she was curious and decided to take a quick look at the photos. She smiled at a family picture, two adults and two young children-- a boy with a bowl cut and a little girl with pigtails. Her head tilted. "Kinda looks like Cherry when she was a kid." Honey quietly said to herself. Her eyes scanned the wall, another picture of the children catching her attention, the boy doing bunny ears behind his sister while she cried. It looked... familiar. As if she'd seen it before. And, again, the little girl looked like Cherry. Cherry was Honey's best friend since kindergarten, you couldn't see one without the other, they were attached at the hip. Cherry did have an older brother, Christopher but everyone called him Rio, and if Honey remembered correctly... he did have a... bowl cut when they were younger.

Her heart dropped at the realization, she gasped softly. "No... no, no, no."

She quickly walked back to the room, she stood behind the wall taking in a deep breath before she leered past it to poke her head into the door frame. The not-so-mysterious man was now lying on his side, facing her, eyes still closed. Honey covered her mouth in utter shock, there was no way this was happening. Her eyes fell to the floor, their clothes mixed and scattered all over the boards along with an empty bottle of Don Julio 1942. She had to get the fuck out before he woke up, she quietly thanked God that Cherry was always at her man's house otherwise this would've been a very awkward morning. She tiptoed back inside the room, bending down to scoop up her pants, her top, her bra and her panties... sigh... where were her panties?

Honey shuffled around looking on top of his dresser, inside the drawers and under the bed. She couldn't find them, she'd have to leave them. She pulled on her pants and swapped his shirt for her own, she was putting her faux locs in a quick bun when suddenly her phone rang at a violently loud volume, it even vibrated against the wood of his nightstand.

"Shit! Shut up!" She whined through gritted teeth, in an attempt to quickly grab the phone she tripped over the empty bottle of tequila, just her luck. The loud thud caused a stirring in the bed, Rio groaned and yawned carefully sitting up. He shielded his eyes from the sunlight and shook his head, he had a pounding headache. "What the fuuuck." He grunted at the phone. Eventually, it stopped, and he blindly picked it up to see who it was. A missed call from his little sister, Cherry, but the longer he stared at the screen he noticed a picture of her and her best friend. His eyes popped, his lips parted slightly.

"Honey..." He called out unsurely and with the slight hope that she wasn't in the house.

"...Yeah?" She answered from the floor. "Oh... shit."

"Yup."

Honey got off the floor, stood on her feet and smiled sheepishly. "Hi..."

"Hi..." He returned. Rio scanned the room, his eyes widening at the empty bottle of Tequila, his hands covering his eyes. But even though this was not an ideal situation, his seeming frustration or maybe regret made her feel a way.

She'd always had a crush on Rio, but being her best friend's older brother, it was an unspoken rule that he was off limits. So, Honey just admired him from afar. God, he was... something. He was handsome. So fine. And the older he got, the better. He'd gotten taller, facial hair had grown in but those pretty brown eyes remained the same along with that charming smirk he always had. Then came the haircut and the tattoos and... oof! It levelled him up.

Rio cleared his throat, Honey blinked a few times realizing she'd been caught in her trance. "Sorry... I- sorry." Though she didn't know what she was apologizing for. She grabbed her phone and the rest of her stuff and dashed downstairs. Rio shook his head, "Wait." He mumbled still dazed with sleep and a wicked hangover.

"Honey-"

The front door slammed. Honey fumbled with her car keys, and as bad as driving intoxicated is— she quietly hoped she didn't drive here completely sober. Intentionally pulling up to fuck Cherry's brother? She would never let herself live it down. Fuck.

Her car started, the heavy engine rumbling and vibrating the walls of the Martínez house. Her tires screeched getting herself the fuck out of there.

Once she got home she slumped onto the couch, she checked her phone. Seven missed calls from Cherry, and a slew of text messages asking if she was okay, if she needed someone to talk to. Honey squinted trying to remember what happened, what would have her friend in a panic state. What did she do?

A hesitant finger hovered over her name in the call log, Honey tapped it and the phone rang only once before Cherry picked up. "Honey!? Bitch! Where were you? Are you okay?"

"I'm- Cher, I'm fine. I'm sorry if I scared you. But what... did I say?"

Cherry said, "You called me, you were crying about Julien," Her ex. "And then you left me a voice note like an hour later slurring your words, and then you were talking to someone else but— were you with him last night?"

She threw her head back on the cushion of the couch. "No, I wasn't with him I was with... someone else. Fuck. Look, I need some coffee in my system, my head is killing me. I'll call you tonight, and again I'm sorry for scaring you."

Also sorry for sleeping with your brother.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're safe and... home?"

"Yes, home, I am home." She said nervously. "Okay, well, I'll talk to you later then. Love you."

"Love you too... bye."

The call ended, she tossed her phone on the couch. She had to at least try and remember what happened last night.

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[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync PART 1

Soulmates Explained

   In this world, there is a chance that you are destined to have a soulmate, or multiple soulmates in rare cases. These bonds are realized by tattoos unique to the bonded pair which in the light had a reflection like oil-slicked water. The tattoos were more of random symbols and patterns that were never duplicated. When the tattoos are first acquired, a sensation coincides with them. Common examples include a random taste or seeing a random flash of light. Some way the senses notify you that your lives are forever changed.

However, there are many who do not have soulmate bonds, or maybe they just simply do not find them. This was the case for Y/N. In her youth she had been so sure that her soulmates had to be out there. After years of hopeful dreams, however, doubt began to creep in. As she now entered her third decade of life, she knew she belonged to those who had to make the dream for themselves.

This is what had made her want to pursue music. It was her soul’s way of crying out what her words could not express. This is where our story begins….

Chapter One: Exposed

The beats thrummed through her headphones, having her subconsciously swaying to her created beats. Music had become her soulmate when life had failed to provide her one. At her age, Y/N just accepted that wasn’t in the cards. Romantic dreams of her youth had turned into angst-powered fuel for the songs she made. After recording a few of the songs and uploading them to the internet, she had drawn a relative amount of attention. Her music’s heavy beats and heartfelt lyrics mixed with obscure instrumentals were not to everyone’s taste however. She had developed a niche following including, unknown to her, a few from overseas.

Y/N chose to use an alias with her uploads as her family had told her many a time she was too old to pursue such things and that she should just settle down and start a family. Her passion for passion and for life showed in every creation and it was her one area of pride, even if very few knew about it. Those few who did included her friend Lexi, who’s feet currently rested on Y/N’s coffee table as she flipped through her social media feeds on her phone.

Y/N just smiled contentedly at her friend’s antics as she stepped up to her microphone and began to sing powerfully into it. Lyrics about longing strung over dance beats. Checking on Lexi again, she saw her friend’s phone camera aimed at her face.

“Lexi, cut the shit! You know I don’t like my sessions recorded.”

Lexi leaned forward and twirled her chocolate hair in one hand while balancing her phone in the other hand. “Well….then good thing this is a live stream instead then, hmm?”

“WHAT?!” Y/N immediately yanked the beanie off her head and threw it with laser precision, knocking the phone out of her best friend’s hand. Dashing over and narrowly beating Lexi to recover the phone, she hit the button to end the live stream.

“What the hell is wrong with you Lexi?! Literally ONE RULE! Keep me anonymous! How long were you recording? How many were watching? I need to brace for impact for the amount of damage you just caused!”

“I know I know! I’m sorry! I just think you need to get out there with your music. You are so talented and you deserve to be performing other places besides your home office, Y/N!”

“Thank you and I love you but I am still mad at you. How….many….Lexi?”

Lexi began to nervously twiddle her fingers together, looked up at Y/N through her eyelashes. “About 3,000?”

“Three thousand people?! Oh my god! It’s over! It’s all over….” Y/N sank to the floor dramatically, slowly sliding down the wall and placing her head in her hands. “What have you done?” Her voice sounded small and pitiful but she didn’t care. Her dreams were ruined. There was no way she continue now that they tied a face to her work. She was a 30 year old curvy girl who currently looked like a bum in sweatpants and a giant anime shirt.

Her family had always overlooked her and never taken her seriously. Her dream “wasn’t a real job” and “arts were a hobby and not a career”. Anytime she explained about it being her outlet and why she needed to release this emotion, they told her soulmates are obviously not meant for her and she needs to get over it. Her sister Riley had been particularly cruel “I mean obviously no one is destined for you. Look at you!” Over time she had gotten over her insecurities. Distance from her family had helped, but occasionally all those emotions came rushing back to her. This was one of those times.

Lexi noticed the panic in Y/N’s eyes and immediately crawled to her side. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry. I mean maybe this isn’t a bad thing, you know?”

Y/N simply scoffed at that.

“Seriously, bestie, this could be a huge opportunity for you! I imagine agents will start messaging ASAP. THINK about it!” With almost comedic timing, Lexi’s phone vibrated from where it lay across the room. Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Lexi smirked and quickly ran to grab her phone. Upon looking at the screen, however, she nearly dropped it again due to the shock with what she was reading.

“Y/N…It is a message from Eden.”

“Am I supposed to know who that is?”

“Dum-dum ma-goo goo! Eden is the main producer for ATEEZ? Remember, those dudes you were drooling over their edits from Coachella?”

“Oh! Eden….Eden-ary production team! Shit shit….what did he say?”

“He invited you to ATEEZ’s next show. Says he has a proposition for you.”

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I admit this is my first ATEEZ fanfiction and it is more a fun writing exercise than anything else. I hope you enjoy it so far despite that. Sorry this is so short so far! <3

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Multiverse #1 - "Cy-Gon"

Originally posted on September 15th, 2012

Story - Rob Queen Art - Paul Vromen Colours - Eman B. Zubia Letters - HdE

deviantART | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: Did you think I was done? My torments never end: I’m doing all of Transformers: Multiverse too! A direct continuation of Mosaic spearheaded by a few contributors, Multiverse is literally just more of the same. Indeed, this first strip was originally created for publication as a Mosaic; you can see the version with the original branding below. Right off the bat, we’re hit with a blisteringly collar-tugging story which appropriates a brief one-panel cameo in Last Stand of the Wreckers of Marvel UK character Flame during the Aequitas trials to provide thinly-veiled allegory on the Vietnam War. The title of this strip, a location invented for this story, is a bastardised reference to Saigon, the capital of South Vietnam. Look, I’ll admit that I know next to nothing about the Vietnam War, so I’ll leave justifying this strip to the original author, Rob Queen, who posted a lengthy commentary on deviantART explaining the inspiration, which I’ve now mirrored below. Queen implies he asked Nick Roche to draw this strip for him, but was turned down. Notice the cameos for Vector Prime and Alpha Trion on the board! Multiverse mastermind Brandy Dixon did her own take on the colors for this strip, which you can find below.

You have no idea how much i means to me to get this up. A couple years ago, a friend of mine needed some research help for a paper she was doing on the Vietnam War. As I was doing my research, I stumbled upon something interesting.

Ngo Dinh Diem was supposed to be a puppet. His charge was to rally the people of Vietnam to Democracy. Situated in the Democratic capital of Saigon, he quickly proved to not only be unmanageable but ruthless, uncompromising, and bloody. It was not long before he was put into power that his masters, the USA, realized that they may not have found the best individual for the role. Too late to save the cause, President Kennedy had Ngo Dinh Diem assassinated. Some feel that it was the President's inability to establish a worthwhile (read: successful) war regime that led to his own assassination shortly following Ngo Dinh Diem's.

After I slowly reread the bludgeoningly amazing work called "Last Stand of the Wreckers," I saw the single panel of Flame. In Aequitas. Standing trial for his atrocities. "How could this possibly have gone down?" I asked.

And then I knew.

He was a puppet that cut off the hand up his ass.

But unlike Ngo Dinh Diem, Flame was a tragedy because he was too loyal to the cause.

When Nick Roche said that he couldn't do this, I started a search to bring this image to life. When I saw Paul Vromen's art, I knew only he could do so the way I wanted it. The care, attention, and detail he put in continues to blow me away. I love how evil Xaaron looks in Panel 7. I love the subtleties of his work. I love how uncompromising Flame is, how stoic Prowl manages to be. The angles... everything.

Paul's frequent collaborator of hue is Mr. Zubia, who has impressed me as a wonderful talent that I will eagerly approach for more pretty colors in the future.

Apologies, on the other hand, go out to the enigmatic HdE. There was simply too much that I wanted to put in here. Too many words. Too many details. Too many words on the screens behind Flame. I am eternally grateful for his editing judgement, his guidance, and little lessons like "Less words! Less words!" (paraphrased, of course).

In spite of how much I love this, it's not done. I can't help but feel that this one panel can only scratch the surface of the story I want to tell. I would love to make this a real story. By real story, I mean 6 issues. Published by the Idea and Design Works. Anyone think a petition could get Mr. Barber's attention?

Finally, a last apology. I apologize to everyone - American, Cambodian, Thai, Vietnamese, etc. - who was involved with the American Vietnamese War. This includes families, survivors, and all who did not receive a hero's welcome. Not only was the war a failure, but if we look at Vietnam now, we will see that the USA did, in fact, win. It just a lot longer than anyone expected. We won through a means that bloodshed could never have: through diplomacy, success, and a few well-placed products. On behalf of everyone who was forced by fear into that terrible disaster - and unlike the puppet-master Emirate Xaaron - I am sorry.

[webbedt]

The birthday game

Sorry guys it takes me kind of a long time to get to the point but wtv :>

Tiny bit of Benlor as well

Might be some incorrect grammar :3

“Happy birthday, Aiden! Make a wish!” Taylor shrieked, as Aiden blew out the candles on his birthday cake. His five best friends, Ashlyn, Ben, Tyler, Taylor, and Logan watched as he extinguished the tiny flickers of light, smiling.

“What did you wish for?” Logan asked curiously, when Aiden finished. “Don’t be silly,” Aiden responded, waving his hand in the air, “my wish won’t come true if I tell you.” He cut the cake, and served his friends. They talked and ate for a while, until finally Taylor announced, “we should play a game.” “What kind of game?” Ashlyn asked, intrigued, as she finished her cake. “I know!” Aiden hollered, and got all up in Ash’s face. “We should play spin the bottle!” “Um, no thanks.” Ashlyn groaned. “I was thinking of a more… peaceful game, like scrabble or monopoly.” Aiden leaped off the counter, and grabbed an empty wine bottle from the cupboard. “Bo-ringggg” he complained. “Come on, Ash! It’ll be so much fun!”

Aiden set the bottle down, and then raced around to rile everyone up. “Up, up, up, everybody! Come on! Let’s playyy!” Taylor clapped her hands together. “Alright, I’m in!” She beamed, blushing a little. (Everyone could tell she liked Ben, except Ben ofc) “everyone else looked around at each other trying to decide who was gonna join in. “Come on, Logan!” Tay cheered. Logan was on the couch deeply invested in an astronomy book, but Taylor pulled him off the couch, and situated him on the floor. Taylor tried to yank Tyler down too, but he recoiled, in anger and embarrassment. “I’m not playing that,” he grumbled, looking away. “It’s immature!” Aiden’s smile faltered for a second, but then he grinned again, and flashed Tyler a flirty smile. “C’mon, Ty…. Please??” Tyler’s face heated. Aiden had never called him Ty before. “Yeah, yeah, fine…” he sputtered, trying to act unaffected by Aiden’s charm. The truth was, as much as it hurt to admit, Tyler had developed a crush on Aiden a few years ago, back in eighth grade, but he shoved his feelings aside, because boys aren’t supposed to like boys. …right?

Tyler slid down from his comfy spot on the couch, and adjusted to his floor space next to Taylor. After a while of convincing, Ben and Ashlyn gave in, but only agreed to play a round or two.

They were all sitting in a circle when Aiden asked, “Who wants to go first?” Taylor immediately whipped up her hand. “Oh! Me!!” She exclaimed, taking hold of the bottle. She placed it down, and spun it forcefully. It took a while for it to slow down, but when it did, it slowly began to move towards Ben. Tyler smirked, seeing his sister holding her breath. But then it landed on Logan lol. She tried not to look disappointed as the two friends shared a small playful kiss. After that, it was Tyler’s turn, because they were going in a clockwise direction. “Okay, whatever let’s get this over with” he scoffed, carelessly sending the bottle spinning. He watched smugly as it turned. It’s gonna land on Ashlyn or something and it’ll be fine… as it slowed, Tyler realized where it was gonna land.

Horror surged through him as the bottle came to a stop in front of Aiden. This has to be a joke. He thought, angrily. It could literally be anyone else. Anyone. Why Aiden? “Pucker up, half-wit,” Aiden grinned, confidently, seeming unfazed. Tyler didn’t like how unruffled Aiden seemed. He was trying to play it cool, and look unnerved like Aiden, but thoughts kept pounding his head. “Don’t act like you enjoy it.” One voice nagged him. “Cause you shouldn’t. You’re a boy, and so is he.” Shut up. Tyler thought. It would be fine, just a small kiss. Aiden leaned in, grinning, and Tyler tried not to stare at his face so much. God, it was perfect. His nose is so slender and his eyes, even with red contacts, are captivating. And his smile… don’t even get me started “haha, what are you waiting for?” Aiden grinned “nothing.” Tyler growled, and pulled Aiden closer to him.

Tyler wrapped himself around Aiden and pressed his lips to Aiden’s mouth. Tyler pulled back almost immediately, face flushed. “U-um…” Aiden sputtered, looking stunned. “Oh my god.” Taylor gushed, and Tyler shot her a death glare. Aiden still appeared stunned, which annoyed Tyler, because it was just a kiss, and that was the point of the game.

“Alright, moron,” Tyler grunted. “Don’t act so weird, you were the one who wanted to play.” Then he pulled himself up off the floor, and disappeared around the corner, leaving his friends.

Might do part two :3

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 36: Forever & a day

The drive back to yours felt longer then usual you dozed off sometime during the drive only to be woken up by the car hitting an odd amount of bumps in the road. You don’t remember there being many potholes on the way home from previous drives around town. You slowly raise your head to look out the window & take in your surroundings noticing you’re nowhere near home with the amount of trees you see & the dirt road you’re currently cruising down. “Uh Gareth where the hell are we going?.. what happened you finally got sick of me now you’re gonna murder me or something ahaha” trying to make light of what’s happening because you’re extremely confused “No Jame I’m not gonna murder you ya nut hahahaha it’s a surprise though & I’m not allowed to say but I will tell you that you’re gonna love it & that’s all I’m saying & nothing more” you start to get excited but still have that nervous feeling twisting around in gut like a swarm of butterflies claimed shelter inside of you. Gareth makes a sharp right down a small dirt trail & you start to realize you’re near you & eddies special spot it’s in the woods near the school but also close enough to the lake & then you see it. The twinkling of fairy lights & the burning of several candles & there he stands next to the table your love dressed so handsomely. Hair done to perfection a maroon button up black slacks new black converse & two bouquets of flowers with a million dollar smile. Gareth turns his head to you & takes your hand for a moment “Jame we’ve been friends since we were literally in diapers & me & Eddie are best friends blood buddies hellfire for life, you’ve both had a hell of a ride so far in life & there’s no two other people I root for then you & Ed. You both deserve to be happy & I’m glad you both found that in each other now that being said go get your man & thanks for being the best sister figure I could ever ask for” your eyes fill with tears you peck him on the cheek “thank you for always being so sweet & supportive Gareth you have no idea how much me & Eddie appreciate you truly” one more peck & you hop out of the car & run into Eddie’s arms. You take in his cologne the smell invading your senses like a drug you just can’t get enough of “hey princess” Eddie whispers as he rubs small circle on your back “hello handsome” he leans back to take you in & hands you flowers “I know you love lily’s I just wasn’t sure what kind & I want this to be perfect & I wa-“ you cut him off in a kiss feeling him smile against your lips “Eddie they’re beautiful & I love all Lily’s this is perfect” you sway side to side holding them & smelling each of them & look up through your lashes at him as he gestures for you to sit at you & his special table all decorated & a picnic basket filled with foods that look like he made himself “Wayne helped with the food a bit I didn’t wanna burn the trailer down” he said chuckling putting everything on the table “Ed’s is all perfect thank you pretty boy” his cheeks a shade of red you’ve never seen before he takes out a bottle of wine ��it’s a special occasion & I know you love your moscato” he pours you both a glass & you both sit & enjoy the chicken cacciatore that Wayne & Eddie made which is absolutely delicious not to mention Wayne made your favorite dessert peanut butter cake with chocolate buttercream after you made it for him once you gave him the recipe with promises not to share with a soul because it came from your mom’s cookbook she handmade you when you were 12. She was very family oriented & wanted me to have every family recipe for when she was no longer here. You still wonder what the special occasion is but don’t wanna push it you here funny noises coming through the trees it scares you at first until you notice Jeff Gareth & Freak come from the shadows with some of their band gear & then see Dustin Mike & Lucas. “Hey guys oh my I haven’t seen you boys in awhile you run up hugging the younger ones before heading back to Eddie. “love what’s going on?..” he smiles at you “you’ll see beautiful just you take a seat we got the rest”

The younger bunch came with wood pallets in hand making a mini makeshift stage for the boys to set up on Eddie sneaking glances at you shooting winks or blowing you kisses when you catch him. You sit patiently kicking your feet as you sit on the bench dustin comes & plops down next to you. “Uh yah know.. I know you haven’t been a part of our party very long but regardless you’ve been one of the best parts of it & we’re all so glad to have you, you’re like the sister we all so desperately wished for im an only child so all you’ve done for me.. for all of us I just wanted to say thanks & that we all love ya” you hug him tightly “what’s with today is this make Jamie cry day haha I love you guys too” he goes to leave but you grab his wrist & pull him towards you to whisper “just so you know you’re my favorite don’t tell anyone” you wink at him & he gives you that Henderson megawatt smile & heads off toward the guys. The guys are all set & Eddie grabs the wireless mic “Tonight is gonna be one for the books not just for corroded coffin but for me & this beautiful vixen right here I love you sweetheart & hope to spend the rest of my life showing just how much I truly do so this is for you” Eddie’s fingers start to glide across the strings as they begin playing “Heaven” by Warrant your heart clenches eyes filling with tears he doesn’t take his eyes off of you until he feels the lyrics closing his eyes pouring his soul into it like the most perfect work of Art 🎼”I don’t need to be the king of the world as long as I’m a hero of this little girl… Heaven isn’t too far away… Closer to it everyday…No matter what your friends might say… How I love the way you move.. & the sparkle in your eyes… There’s a color deep inside them like blue suburban sky.. When I come home late at night And you're in bed asleep I wrap my arms around you So I can feel you breathe… I don’t need to be a Superman.. As long as you will always be my biggest fan… Heaven isn’t too far away… Closer to it everyday!!.. No matter what your friends might say… We’ll find our way!!”🎼 totally captivated by him as he by you the song starts to dwindle down & Eddie clears his throat before stepping closer to where you’re sitting “Sweetheart I just want you to know that everyday with you is like heaven, you have no idea how much light you’ve shined on my dark & twisted life. Before you I never believed in love or soulmates or any of that shit but the moment I laid eyes on you it was electrifying I just can’t explain it it’s like the voice in my head was just telling me to look over where you were & I felt this pull a magnetic energy drawing me towards you & then the first time I got to kiss you I knew for sure my soul found so desperately what it was looking for I’ve been with girls before you & none of them have made me feel the way you do. I feel like we’re destined for each other like we had one another in another life or time or space. Being with you feels like home to me you are home & if I didn’t have you I just know I wouldn’t be able to survive it my heart is yours eternally & what I wanted to ask is if you’ll have me for the rest of our lives” you’re hysterical shaking & sobbing Eddie steps off the pallets & kneels down on one knee in front of you “Ed’s?” He takes your hand all the boys are standing behind Eddie dustin & Lucas are crying & you hear a sniffle from behind you only to see Steve,Robin, Nancy & Jonathan smiling at the both of you “You’re it for me there’s no where else I’d rather be then wrapped up in you grow old with you our souls finally intertwined in the way the universe intended… Jamie Antoinette Baker.. would you do me the honor of being my wife?” Your breath hitches & you nod like a mad woman “YES!!” He quickly slides the ring onto your finger & engulfs you into a hug spinning you around to the point you start feeling dizzy. Everyone around you yelling & whistling. Dustin is full on sobbing along with Robin being surrounded by all your favorite faces the people you now call family life is starting to become something you’ve never thought it’d be

[queencherryberry]

So since everyone voted for Brothers best friend theme. Here it is.

Summary: reader is Randy’s younger sister and she has a crush on his best friend Cody. She just doesn’t know it yet. Reader also experiments as it’s her last year of high school.

Warnings: lots of weed and alcohol usage; mostly weed, eventual smut, swearing, kinks, Matt Riddle, tough love(brother x sister dynamic cause Randy’s a hard ass), lots of partying before college, teasing, pet names

Main pairing is reader and Cody Rhodes

Brothers Best Friend Ch. 1

Your head pounded as you slowly opened your eyes to the burning sunlight that was coming through the window behind you. You groaned not wanting to be awake. ‘How much did I drink?’ You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your head not paying attention to your surroundings. You jumped felling a pair of arms pull your exposed back to the owner’s bare chest. You listened to the soft snoring of the other person before you slowly looked behind you to see who it was. Your jaw about dropped when you saw who it was in bed with you. You then suddenly realized that both of you were naked. “Randel is going to kill me and him.” You whispered under your breath in shock. “Not if we don’t tell him.” The voice groggily answered. You looked back again at the guy behind you and was met with bright blue piercing eyes that were struggling to stay open. “Did we…? When did we…? Oh god how drunk were we?” You started and panic in your voice.

“Relax. Let me take a shower and drink some coffee and I’ll explain everything to the best of my ability.” Cody said rubbing your arm and then groaned sitting up. “Anything you think we did, we didn’t. You literally threw up everywhere and on both of us. I was just too lazy to put my shorts on. And frankly too drunk. Did you want a shower too?” He explained and threw you one of his shirts seeing your embarrassment to being naked in front of him. He himself put on a pair of shorts to make you more comfortable. You pulled the shirt on quickly. You opened your mouth to ask a question and he answered it before you could even ask it. “Your clothes should be in the dryer. Now answer my question. Shower or no? Or do I need to go first?”

You stared blankly at him and then nodded your head. “Right. I’ll take first shower. Coffee doesn’t sound too bad right now. You got an extra pair of pants or shorts..” he cut you off by throwing a pair of short at you.

You turned off the shower handle and dried off. You found your clothes neatly folded on the counter top sink. You got dressed and dried your hair to the best of your ability feeling your hair get frizzy already. You walked out of Cody’s bathroom and followed the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon and….waffles? This man had your heart and you guys weren’t even dating. At least you didn’t think you were. Things could’ve changed last night when you were shit-faced drunk. After all you did wake up naked in your brothers best friend’s bed. Naked. And now he was making you a 4-star breakfast with coffee. How he was single you didn’t understand.

After breakfast you sat on Cody’s bed flipping through his Hulu, Netflix, any streaming service he had. You settled on The Seven Deadly Sins while Cody himself took his shower and got dressed. Your phone buzzing pulled your attention from the anime and you answered your phone. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THE PAST 2 HOURS YOU BITCH!” Great. Randal. And he’s pissed. “I-I think I’m at Cody’s?” You replied sheepishly. “Thank god. I thought you were dead somewhere in a ditch. I got concerned when your school called me and said you weren’t there today. Is Codes busy at the moment?” Your brother asked. “He’s in the shower. I’m just watching anime.” You answered back. “Did he touch you?” Randy got right to it. “No. I woke up this morning and he was sleeping on his beanbag chair. Not gonna lie, it looked more comfortable than his bed.” You lied not wanting to anger your brother further. “Can I hang out here for the day? I don’t feel good and I have a throbbing hangover.” You asked picking at your nails. Randy sighed on the other end of the phone. “Yeah. Matt wants to smoke so me and him might come over. What’s Rhodes got for snacks and munchies?” He asked. “Depends. Are we smoking Matt’s stash or yours?” Weed. Just what you needed to get rid of your hangover. “Matt’s. His is top shelf. 95% THC. Guaranteed to rid you of your hangover. I don’t know where the dude gets his shit, but it’s strong as hell.” Randy rambled on. You paused the show and got up to head back to the kitchen to scout for what your brother asked. “Looks like he’s got shit for munchies and shit. Might need to make a stop before coming over.”

After his shower Cody threw on a cut off shirt and his shorts. He found you cuddled in his bed watching tv. “You ok darling? You’ve been quiet all morning?” He walked over to the other side of his bed and grabbed something out of his bedside table and took a deep hit off the object. Your eyes went wide. “Since when do you vape? What flavor is it? Oh and Randal and Matthew are coming over in about 2 hours. Give or take.” You informed him. Cody grabbed the bottle of juice and read the flavor. “Pennywise. It’s a fruit cocktail of sorts.” Cody sat down beside you and took another hit off his vape. You looked over at him asking silent permission to take a hit. He handed you his mod and watched you take a hit. “Mmmm. Yummy.” You smiled. You turned your attention back to the anime in front of the both of you. Ten minutes later you found yourself yawning and stretching suddenly feeling tired. Cody had already lightly passed out the same way you were about to. Something in you couldn’t help urge to want to cuddle so you laid down and slowly inched towards him wanting to feel warm. That man was like a human body heater. He reached out groggily and pulled you close letting your head rest against his chest. Soon you dozed off to the sound of his heart beating and the warmth radiating from him. Out of habit like you’d do to your body pillow back at home, you put on leg over his to get comfortable. He instinctively draped an arm over her side and rested it on her back.

About an hour into their nap Cody woke to the sound of knocking on his door. You were on your side sound asleep with your head on your chest. His phone beeped indicating he had a message. He looked at it and it was Randy. “Come in.” Cody answered groggily. He mentally prepared himself for the load of shit Randy would give him for cuddling y/n. “Hands were I can see them Starshine. My sister better be decent and not sucking your dick or some shit.” Randy said walking into Cody’s room. He stopped for a moment seeing you sound asleep on Cody’s chest as Cody attempted to put both hands up but you were laying on his one arm. Cody craned his head to look at Randy to make sure he looked like a friend and not a foe. “Sorry Randy, would you have liked her in reverse cowgirl instead?” Cody joked as Randy stared daggers at him. “Bro… sick house. You could totally throw a party here.” Matt said following in behind Randy. Matt was carrying his usual stoner stash with him. “Where we smoking bro?” Matt asked not paying attention to the scene in front of him. “Basement.” Cody replied sitting up and bringing you with him. Cody slightly shook you awake. “Rise and shine bitch. You’re not sleeping all day. It’s damn near noon. You’re not gonna be a lazy fuck today. Here, I brought you your comfy sweats and a hoodie. Your fuzzy blanket is in my car. Cause god forbid you go anywhere without ‘blanky’.” Your brother mocked as he tossed the clothes at you and his keys. Your face went red with embarrassment at the mention of your comfort blanket. Cody stood up and stretched his arm that had fallen asleep.

Tags: @alyyaanna @sunnyfleur23 @jazzy-tzw @racerchix21 @claymorexpunisher @theswitchbladessweetheart

[catiecat1320]

Sonadowtober Prompt 27: Costume

We still at it!!

For Music, Love, & Chaos AU, the one I wrote my Big Bang fic for!! You can find everything under the AU tag!

Read Below🔽

“...Are we sure this is the right place?” Shadow mumbles, hand latched tight to Sonic’s arm. His heart thumps in his chest as he stares up at the unfamiliar building warily, but his partner seems just the opposite of his cautious.

Throwing open the door with an unnecessary amount of gusto, Sonic shouts, “Honey! We’re here!” He pulls both of them inside, leaving Shadow to awkwardly collect himself.

Before he could make another comment, the clicking of heels echoes off the walls and a golden yellow cat turns around the corner. “Oh, Sonic! And…?”

Sonic yanks the striped hedgehog linked to him closer. “This is Shadow! We’re…” he makes an obnoxious kissing noise as he leans into his boyfriend’s arms. Shadow is unamused, to say the least, choosing to butt the other’s head gently rather than engage in the… what did Sonic call it— PDA? 

Honey’s gaze flickers between the two hedgehogs, eyes narrowly slightly as she settles on Shadow’s face. She nods slowly, stare unwavering in a way that makes Shadow’s gut stir in discomfort. Sonic’s oblivious to the tension, smiling at his partner like nothing was wrong. Silently, Shadow implores him to tell of this stranger.

Emerald eyes glitter with confusion for a second before understanding strikes like lightning. “Oh! This is Honey. She’s a long-time friend of mine and my costume designer. We’re here ‘cause I gotta try something on and I might as well introduce ya. Don’t worry, she’s super nice!”

Honey hums in approval, a smile gracing her face. “Super nice, hm? I’m flattered.”

“You know you are!” Sonic unlatches his arm from a reluctant Shadow, and immediately the cat seems to switch demeanors, suddenly getting a lot closer to the dancer.

“I can’t argue with that. Are you alright after… y’know?” She cups Sonic’s face gently, tilting it up as she looks him over. “Do you know who it was? I haven’t heard much, Tails hasn’t been the best at keeping touch outside of business and the occasional update. How’ve you been doing?”

“Woah, woah,” Sonic laughs, lowering her hands from his face. “Calm down. I’m fine, I promise. It took a while to get back on my feet— literally— but I got everything I needed! I’m doing so much better, trust me.”

“If you say so…” Honey sighs, then her pep kicks back in. “C’mon, I’ve been preparing you something special since I got that request from Tails! I’ll have to measure you again, but I’ve got the ideas pinned down.” She grabs his hand and leads him around the corner, leaving Shadow to awkwardly shuffle after them.

He didn’t think Honey liked him.

His point was proven when the cat stopped him in his tracks with a “You stay right there.” before promptly shutting a door in his face. Muffled voices came through under the crack, only causing Shadow more distress as he chewed his lip nervously. Had he done something wrong…?

Minutes dragged on like hours, yet when Honey stepped out, he felt it far too fast. What did she want? What was he supposed to say?

Fortunately, she started talking first. “He’s trying a few things on. Said to tell you.” Her tone was flat. Almost… accusing? Amber eyes scanned him over again, searching for something Shadow didn’t know.

The hedgehog could only nod, a bit too quick, heartbeat drumming in his ears to the pace. He averted his gaze as his mind implored him to say something, but his mouth refused to comply, screwed tightly shut as sharp canines worked at his inner cheek. This was far too nerve-wracking for what should be a simple interaction.

Honey cut through the silence again once she realized Shadow would offer her no words. “Look. I don’t know what your intentions are. But he loves you, that much is clear. So I’ll give you one warning.” 

Shadow stutters back as she takes a step forward, feeling quite vulnerable as her intense stare pierces right through him. “If you even think about hurting him—”

“I won’t,” he blurts immediately, cutting her off. Quite rudely, he’d admit. But the underlying accusation is so… against everything he’s ever felt about Sonic. He musters up the courage to meet Honey’s gaze with a fiery one of his own. “I wouldn’t— I’d die before I do. Sonic… he means the world to me. He gave the world to me. I don’t know how to convince you, but I…” His voice seizes and he trails off, peeling his eyes away and gluing them to the floor.

His sudden speech is enough for Honey, though, as he catches her posture softening in his peripheral. She shifts, likely to step closer, but Sonic swings the door open and shatters the tension by drawing all the attention to himself.

He’s wearing something ridiculously glittery, specks falling in all directions from the folds in the… skirt? He grins cheekily at his partner as he spins around. “Whatcha think?”

Honey speaks up before Shadow can. “I put way too much glitter on that. Yikes. I didn’t think I had you try that on…?”

“Well, I found it! And it fits me!” Sonic giggles, showing off the costume like a child on Halloween. “Shadow?”

“Less glitter.”

The dancer stuck his tongue out and rolled his eyes. “Eh. You two are no fun.”

“You’re getting glitter all over you.” Shadow takes two steps and turns him around, gently brushing the sparkles making themselves at home in peach fur. “This is going to be a nightmare to wash out.”

“Ugh, whatever.” He droops dramatically, then in classic Sonic fashion, perks right back up within a second. “Wait Shads, you’re around my size, right?”

“I… yes?” Shadow answers. Both he and Honey look confused at the question.

Sonic grabs his arm, the mischief in his eyes about as sparkly as his absurd costume. “You can totally wear these things! I gotta see this. C’mon!”

As his boyfriend drags him into what turns out to be a really big dressing room of sorts, Shadow shoots Honey what he hopes is his most desperate look. The last thing he wants is to be covered in glitter…

The cat’s cheeks puff with contained laughter and she shakes her head in amusement. “Sorry, you’re on your own.”

The door shuts. Shadow sighs in defeat.

He will admit that the joy all over Sonic’s face makes this dress-up worthwhile.

[lyramundana]

Hii how are u??? Hope you're okay

I just wanna know something, HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO WRITE SO PERFECTLY, WHEN I READ YOUR REPLY TO MY LAST ASK I ALMOST FAINTED RIGHT THERE OMG IT'S SO PERFECT💯💯💯💯💯

Anyways I came back with another ask so that's it :

Yan! Minsung x fem! childhood bestie! Reader where she have a crush on someone else and they're like "you're ours sweetie don't you know ? No one can take you from us"and of course you do your magic 😎😎

Thank you🌹🌹🌹❤❤

----🦋 anon----

I'm doing pretty well, honey, thank you!

ajsndkndeckndkvn stop it 😭😭, now you're just trying to flatter me. I'm not that good really, I just write whatever shit comes to my mind. My english vocabulary falls short often and I end up repeating words because I literally don't know more. But putting my language barriers aside, I'm very happy and proud my last work was up to your expectations hehe🤧🥰 I enjoyed the trope and I'll love to hear more of your thoughts about this since it's yours, so pls feel free to message me privately anytime to talk about it!

Anyway, let's get to it:

YANDERE! POLY MINSUNG AS CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

Jisung and Minho have been pillars in her life since she can remember.

She met Jisung in kindergarten, and when they realised that their lunch boxes were identical, they decided they were best friends. Minho appeared on their first day of primary school, being new to the neighbourhood. The other kids found him scary and he never tried to interact with anyone, until one day, Reader noticed him sitting alone during break and eating his lunch in a hidden corner with a sad frown and dragged him towards Jisung. After spending a good while making him talk and sharing food, they found out little Minho was just incredibly shy and having moved to another place where he didn't know anybody made him terribly anxious, so he preferred to not speak much to not embarrass himself.

When school ended that day, the three of them were already inseparable for the remaining time. Jisung and Minho clicked instantly and Reader was the extrovert that pushed them out of their comfort zones.

This dynamic remained more or less the same as they grew. Since they lived in the same area, they hung out every day and created beautiful memories. Minho managed to get out of his lonely bubble and worked on his social skills, while Jisung learnt to take things calmly and rule himself. They witnessed each other's worst and best moments.

Reader had other people around her, but she only ever paid attention to her best friends. Minho and Jisung never interacted much with anyone besides her either. They always said "We only need each other. We're a team. The rest doesn't matter". She was so focused on them she neglected socializing with other people..which the boys didn't mind at all.

As time passed and the three of them remained as close as ever, they realized they needed her, on a visceral level. She was the sun they were constantly rotating around to to keep living. She was their personal ray of sunshine and they couldn't stand the mere notion of being depraved from that light...or having someone else enjoy it. As these thoughts started to get weight in their heads, it changed their behaviour too.

They sneakily isolated her from other people except her own family. They whispered lies in her ear, slowly manipulating her into believing that no one would value her as they did, that most people were out of to hurt her. Everytime she was about to make friends with someone, they cut that off quickly from the sides and dragged her back to them, all with the same kind smiles she grew up with so she never suspected a thing. She genuinely thought she was simply bad at socialising and her besties were her comfort zone, her eternal protectors. Yeah, they brainwashed her.

When high school started, both boys made sure to be inscribed on the same one as her, and with such luck they were placed in the same class. She never sat by herself, always with one of them at her side or both surrounding her, like human shields. For group projects they always paired together, and when the teacher separated them, it was hell for the other people involved.

They've been so smooth and cunning with their antics over the years that she has never felt anything wrong with them. She believes in them blindly. They're her precious best friends, her soulmates, her brothers. Sure, they might be a bit overprotective at times, but because they want her happiness.

At first they truly saw her only as a friend, their friends who belonged to them first. She could hang out with others, but at the end of the day, they should be her priority. They'll be the typical toxic besties that are like "you know her for five months, but we've known her for years" or "Do you seriously prefer to spend time with them over us? We're your best friends, you should think of us first!", or they'll make her cancel plans to go out with them instead. It's what they expect her to do. She must always prioritise them.

However, when their feelings for her started to become romantic, their attitude became worse. She wasn't allowed to go out with others anymore, especially boys. They made sure she was with them at all times, scaring off or threatening anyone that tried to approach her. What if someone stole her away from them, from her rightful place? They can't live without her. What are they supposed to do?

When they start their senior year in highschool (I got no idea how the education system works outside Spain) Han and Minho are in the same class, much to their delight...until they notice she's not there. Their protests are ignored, the graduation is this year and teachers have a lot in their minds to care for some "petty teenagers with separation anxiety." And so they're forced to endure the classes without her, unable to keep an eye on their girl. They're worried sick. What if something happens to her and they're not there? What if someone gets close to her and takes her? No, they can't stand it. No matter how much she promises them she's fine and can handle herself, they know she needs them. She's never been without them for long.

So they find a solution: Track her. They install a spying app on her phone to know where she is and record her conversations. They keep an eye on anyone that speaks to her longer than they like and intervene behind her back to cut off any potential admirers. This was supposed to remain only in school, but they use it even outside.

Years pass and they're already college students. Since they no longer can be in the same class, the boys find a solution: Move to an apartment and live all together. That has been their dream all along, create a routine for life together, as a team, as family. At this point, they're confident their schemes to "protect" Reader and tie her to them have all worked, so they relax a bit. They're sure she feels the same way for them, after all they did for her and all they went through together, she surely loves them just as much. She must have realised she's made for them. They even let her attend college despite hating the idea of not seeing her at all hours, because they trust her. They even slept together a few times already, so that means it's all established, right?

So imagine their surprise when she arrives one day and announces she'll be going on a date with a cute guy from her class. If that revelation wasn't enough to fuck them up, she adds that she's so happy because she's been crushing on him for a while now and wasn't sure he was interested.

All these words sound so wrong in their heads. Blurry, confusing, like she was speaking another language.

When they finally process it, they're furious. More than furious. The three of them have their first big argument since middle school and she leaves. Turns out that in the little time she spent away from them and interacting with other people helped realise that maybe some stuff just doesn't feel right with Han and Minho. She still found ways to excuse them in her head, believing it was all protectiveness but a bit extreme. So she stepped out of he comfort zone a bit and found out how refreshing it felt to have other people to talk to. Specially the guy that sat beside her in class, who always made her heart beat faster and showed her a different, softer kind of affection. One that doesn't suffocate you, doesn't hold you back.

They're mad at her initially but they eventually blame the guy. They blame everyone in the damn uni, for filling her head with lies and corrupting her. Minho claims he knew they shouldn't have supported her going to college without them, but Han says it was all his fault for stopping with their schemes to keep watching over her.

Then, they come up with a plan. One to ensure you have nowhere to go but their side and traps you forever. First, they get rid of the guy (either by intimidation...or something darker), then they comfort her broken heart by telling her that they warned her, that no one would ever love her like they do. Minho suggests having some dinner and drink to get their minds off it.

They get drunk, and they keep refilling her glass to distract her from the pain. They hug her and kiss her face, whispering sweet words in her ears. She's so sad and desperate for some affection there she lets herself go in their arms.

The morning after, she wakes up with hangover and realises they had sex, several times. It's not the first time, so she doesn't think too much about it, except for the slight uncomfortably feeling of not remembering everything. She stands up to shower herself...and doesn't check the trash cans, where there are no signs of condoms.

When she gets told that she's pregnant, it's way too late for her.

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"Shit.. shit shit shit no! Come on.." John B says as we slow to a stop, in the marsh still a ways away from land. I look up from where I had my head pressed to his back. I spent most of the drive back sobbing, and I just stopped, but apparently, there is no time to relax.

"Fuck. I sigh, hugging John B tighter for a moment.

"We've gotta swim." He says, turning to look back at me. I nod softly, and swing my leg over, steadying myself before jumping in, and John B follows behind me. We swim back to shore as fast as we can manage, and John B leads me to a property with a very colorful house. Lana Grubbs.

"Wait- John B." I stop him, placing my hand on his forearm and he turns, eyes read and chest heaving. He's angry- and who wouldn't be? I am too. "Here... I, uh... I found this. On the boat." I say, digging in my soaked shorts pocket and pulling out the watch, holding it out to him.

He stares down at my hand, slowly reaching out and taking it from me before turning it over in his palm. He nods softly and his lip quivers. Before I can think about it, I'm wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I'm so sorry..." I say, feeling him squeezing me back.

"Thank you." He whispers, afraid that if he talks any louder he'll burst into tears.

After a few moments, we walk up to the door, and John B opens the screen door. We see Mrs. Grubbs standing there making tea. She looks up at us, saying nothing.

"I need to know." John B says.

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The whole walk home after our talk with Lana was silent- I tried to talk to John B more but he wasn't having it. We eventually return to The Chateau, where everyone else is waiting for us and prepping the pully system we made to remove the gold from the well. John B storms inside, shoving past anyone who gets in his way. He's furious- understandably. I decide not to say anything to everyone until he does- it is very much his story to tell. We all watch as he grabs the gun, and then we follow him out to JJ's bike, which he hops on as everyone bombards him with questions.

"John B, please, talk to us." I say, feeling tears on my cheeks again. I'm heartbroken for him.

"Ward knows about the gold. He killed my dad." He says, and everyone is shocked. Just then, John B speeds off, leaving me to pick up the pieces and fill in the blanks of the bomb he just dropped on everyone.

Instantly, everyone looks at me. "He's gonna kill Ward..." I mumble, still in shock after the events of the day.

"What happened, Snowy?" Pope asks me.

"It- it's a long story." I sigh, wiping under my eyes. "Ward wanted a cut if he could help us with legal crap with the gold, and then when John B realized he had killed Big John, Ward tried to kill us too. He shot a spear right at me. It missed by like an inch." I explain. "He literally tried to kill us."

"Holy shit- man, he's definitely going after Ward." JJ sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"I... I need to call Rafe. Like, right now." I say quietly, ignoring everyone as they talk about what to do next. "Kie, can I have your phone? Please?" I ask and she looks at me, seeming confused and obviously upset.

"No, we need to call the cops, you can't call your boyfriend right now." She says, pulling it out of her pocket as I grab it right out of her hands.

"He's Ward's son, Kie, he might be able to help- or do something, I need to tell him."

"You're not telling him anything." JJ shakes his head.

"I can't tell him his dad just tried to shoot me? It seems relevant to what we're going to do- maybe he can distract his dad or something so John B doesn't get to him first and kill him! It will buy us time- if nothing else." I say quickly, unsure if anything was even English.

"Guys, she's right. We need time- and I don't think we have any better ideas." Pope agrees with me.

"Thank you." I sigh, opening Kie's phone finally and stepping away to call Rafe.

It rings for what feels like an eternity before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Rafe? It's Snowy."

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you, baby? Why didn't you call with your phone?"

"Rafe, I-" I break down at this point. I don't know what to say, there was a moment this morning when I didn't ever think I would hear his voice again.

"What's the matter?" He asks, sounding worried.

"Where- where is your dad?" I ask, trying to pull it together.

"I- I don't know, why? Are you okay?"

"I need your help, okay? Can you help?" I ask him.

"Alright... Yeah, of course, anything. Where are you?" He asks as Kie runs up to me.

"We're taking the boat, and we're going to go there to see if we can find John B." She tells me and I nod, waving them off.

"I'm at the Chateau, but don't come here. Please, just see if you can find your dad okay? And don't tell him I talked to you. He can't know, okay?"

"Okay, yeah.." Rafe agrees hesitantly. "Please, tell me what happened. You're crying right now, something is wrong, so just let me come help you."

I shake my head a little as I sob into the phone. "Can you come to get me instead? Please? I changed my mind. My friends are leaving now, I don't want to be alone. Please." I sniffle.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? Hold tight. I'll be right there." He says and I nod as if he can see me, and then he hangs up.

Rafe must have sped here, because he arrives much faster than he said, jumping out of the car and jogging up to me where I'm sitting on the porch.

"Snowy, hey, hey, are you hurt? What's happening?" He asks, pulling me into his arms as I stand up to greet him.

"I'm okay.." I say shakily.

"What happened?" He says, pulling away and grabbing my shoulders, looking me up and down to see if I'm injured at all.

"Nothing- I, nothing happened, I just need you here." I lie, my voice shaking as I hug him again and he sighs, resting his hand on the back of my head.

"What about my dad? Why were you asking about him?" He asks worriedly.

"I- uhm.." I should at least tell him some of the truth. "We think he killed Big John, and John B came home and stormed out with a gun, so I was worried he'd go after him." I explain.

"My dad? No. No, no, no, he didn't kill anyone, okay? I know he didn't do that." Rafe insists, and I nod a little as I look down.

"Look, I told you, and Kegs has told you, these Pogues are crazy, Snow- they're putting these insane ideas in your head, and, and, you can't keep listening to this. I'm sorry, but I can't watch them hurt you like this anymore, put you in danger over and over again, I just can't do that." He says, looking down at me, then running his hand through his messy hair. "Look, let's just go back to where I'm crashing, okay? Come and stay with me for a couple of days. Get your mind off this- you need a break from them."

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me back to his car and helping me in. "You're gonna be okay, alright? You're safe with me." Rafe says, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

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Rafe takes me back to the house he's staying at, which I don't recognize at all. We decide to order some food, but I feel so sick about what happened that I can hardly eat. We're sitting at the dining table, and I'm just picking my food apart.

"Snowy, you need to eat that. Seriously." Rafe tells me, and I notice he's already done.

I sigh a little bit and push my hair back behind my ears. "I just don't feel hungry. I think it's stress."

"See? This is what those Pogues are doing to you. They're killing you, you need to eat." Rafe insists.

"I will." I agree, nodding softly. "Do you have any weed?" I ask him, leaning my elbow on the table.

"I, well, yeah, I do. Do you want some?" He asks, holding his thumb up over his shoulder, offering to go get it.

"Yeah, I think it would help." I grin, and he nods as he gets up and runs upstairs. I pull out Kie's phone and text my friends.

K: find jb?

P: yeah, he's fine. we're back at the chat.

JJ: where'd you go snowy white?

K: i'm with rafe at the place he's crashing at. everyone okay over there?

P: we're all fine, ward lives to see another sunset

JJ: bad news tho, gold is gone.

I sigh and put the phone back in my pocket. Of course, Ward got the gold. Just like that, our hopes were crushed. I guess we still have my plan B, but I don't actually think I have the heart to do that to Rafe.

Rafe comes back down the stairs, holding up a zip lock bag and his bong, shaking them a little as he speaks. "Let's go out on the deck?" He asks, and I nod, getting up and following him outside.

After being friends with JJ and John B for so long, my tolerance is pretty high, so it takes a little while for me to actually feel anything. The first time I ever smoked it was the three of us with Big John, and I'm not sure I've ever had so much fun. Kie was in her kook era, but at the time we didn't need her. I never felt out of place with them, especially with Big John there, who treated me like his own daughter. I miss him every day, it's hard for me to finally swallow the truth, that he is dead; even if I kind of already knew that.

I find myself giggling as I remember that day, out on the porch of the chat. I was coughing my lungs out, and Big John was rubbing my back. He really was so kind.

"Is it finally hitting?" Rafe asks, grinning at me as I look up at him, a smile still spread across my face.

"Yeah, sorta." I admit. "I was just thinking about the first time I ever smoked." I tell him and he laughs a little.

"Oh yeah? How did that go for you?"

"It was good. I mean, I thought I was dying for a bit, but it was still fun." I shrug. "Big John bought it for us after John B beat him at poker. He had the condition that we had to share it with him, so obviously we did, but he wasn't weird about it or anything."

"Big John?" Rafe asks, and it seems I've piqued his interest. "You were close with him, hey?"

"Yeah," I nod, looking down at my hands in my lap and my smile fades. "He was like a father to me. That sounds so stupid, but he really looked out for me. He cared for me when my parents were focused on Kegs and the twins, so pretty much always." I explain.

Rafe nods a little. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about how you're doing, with that, uhm, that situation."

That's so sweet. "I'm good, you know. Up until this morning, I was doing fine." I say, not really wanting to think about what happened to him at the hands of this boy's father. Luckily, weed is my friend and the thought is quickly lost.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine what you guys went through..." Rafe says, and it's pretty obvious he doesn't know what to say. "If I can help, you know, if I can do anything, tell me, alright?"

I smile at that. "Thank you, Rafe... You know I'd do anything for you, too."

"Yeah, so... So, so, do you mean anything?" He asks with a slight smirk and I nod, leaning closer to him a little.

"Anything," I whisper, my lips just inches from his now. He looks down at my lips and then back into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me.

It's a matter of seconds before it starts to get a bit more heated, and then he pulls away, holding my cheek.

"Anything?" Rafe asks again and I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Come with me." He says, getting up and grabbing my hand to help me up.

I follow him back inside, looking back at the stuff we left behind us on the deck as the door closes behind us. I know I shouldn't be okay with this- I remember what happened to me this morning, but I feel so disconnected from that fear in this moment, so I decide to let it go.

We get upstairs and he turns me around, grabbing my hips and kissing me as he slowly walks me back towards the bed. "So, I've kind of been having this dream, lately..." He mumbles into my lips as he pushes me back so I'm laying down, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he leans over me. I hum back against his lips, letting him know I'm listening.

"I just, I think you're so hot, and I really want to do this so just hear me out, okay?" He says, sounding almost nervous, which makes me hesitate. I don't think I'm about to do anything crazy the first time we sleep together. But of course, I'll hear him out.

"Yeah? What is it?" I ask, smiling at him as I play with his hair, both my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I want to do a line off you." He says, and I feel my eyes widen a little but I try not to freak out. He's supposed to be quitting coke.

"I, well..." I start, still trying to figure out how to word this without him thinking I'm shutting him down.

"Snowy, please, I'm trying to get clean I promise, I just- I've dreamt about this. Please, just one..." He pleads, kissing down my neck.

I sigh a little, my eyes fluttering closed. How could I say no? It's not like he's supposed to stop all at once anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course..." I whisper, and he stops and looks up at me, a slight smile showing on his lips.

"You're amazing." He smiles, kissing me again for a few seconds before getting up, going over to his backpack in the corner, and pulling out a bag full of white powder and a credit card. I can't believe I'm about to let this happen, but I suppose it could be much worse.

He comes back over and kneels down in front of me as I look up at the ceiling. I don't want to watch. I feel his warm hands against the skin on my thighs, and I giggle as he places a few kisses on my skin before getting to work making his line. I focus on taking deep breaths while he does it, then goes back to kissing my thighs. I look down at him, sitting up a little and smiling at him.

"Fuck- I'm obsessed with you, Juliette." He mumbles, smiling as he climbs back on top of me and connects our lips again.

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A/N;

Not this chapter being lowkey spicy... I do not write smut so this is as close as we're gonna get lol

-R

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Chapter 1 | Mr. & Mrs. Tastebuds

When one of your names is said in conversation, a beaming smile is sure to follow on each of your faces...

You and Han Jisung are best friends, soulmates, the literal Ying to each other's Yang.

But could you be more than that.....

Synopsis: Sarice had moved to Korea to continue to pursue an education at one of the best Universities there. Like any other day, she walks into the local cafe to get her regular "unique" order. When it turns out, it's not just unique to you, but to The 4th Gen Ace himself, Han Jisung; who just so happened to be standing next to her taking his order at the same time as you. From there a friendship bloomed, but other feelings trickled in that may put a thorn in her relationship with him.

Sarice and Han Jisung

When one of their names are said by the other, or by someone else in conversation, a smile that beams brighter than actual light itself appears on each of their faces.

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I had moved to Korea years ago to start university and begin pursuing an education in Korean History and language. Growing up in a place like NYC, discovering new cultures was a norm. But my love for learning and my naturally inquistive nature led me to being fascinated with details about any culture, and what made it unique.

So I decided after gaining a degree in Anthropology, it was time to go global. And Korea was number 1 on my list.

Now, I have been a fan of K Pop since 2NE1. CL stole my heart and I wouldn't even attempt to try to get it back from her. Then there was Shinee, Big Bang, Girls Generation, 4 Minute...... the list goes on!

As of today, my Ult Groups are Stray Kids, BTS, Ateez, and Seventeen. I found each of these groups in times in my life where I truly felt it was destiny for me to find them when I did. And for that reason, they all hold special places in my heart.

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It was almost the end of my first year in uni. I was honestly expecting myself to struggle a lot, but I managed to pass my classes enough to keep my A- average!

I had gotten an earlier than usual start to my day to make sure I had a bit of extra time to just sit and chill at my new found favorite cafe. It's also conveniently a block away from campus, so it's a win win for me.

I walk inside the cafe and get hit with lavender, cinnamon, and ground coffee in my nostrils. I never get tired of feeling like I'm stepping into a quaint cottage with those scents in the air. Brick walls, stained cedar wood tile floors with matching tables and chairs, and an endless rotation of tropical plants. The cafe screams comfort corner, and it's why it's become my favorite.

I make my way to the cashier and am greeted by Lisa, who always somehow manages to be the one to be at the register when I come in the cafe and place my order. But I ain't complaining, cause I swear she put's magic in the Hazelnut Cold Brews when I order them. She's around my height (5'10"), an asymmetrical bob cut with a shego green color dye, and a slim built. She has a sweet and genuine smile, cause she really loves her job and it shows.

As if by a freak accident, as I'm telling my order to Lisa, a deep but soft voice says word for word my exact same order. It legit took me a moment to realize that my voice wasn't doubled but that there was someone next to me placing their order at the same time I was.

I stare bug eyed at Lisa and I was legit frozen. My social cues went out the window as my anxiety started kicking in. Lisa flashed a reassuring smile and gently motioned her head to the side, signaling for me to turn and look at whoever it was next to me. I took a shuddered deep breathe, and slowly turned to the left to get a look at who apparently, has the same taste in food as me. It was a man. Chocolate brown frays of hair were peeking out from under a black beanie. Black/Brown boba eyes that shined like the reflection of light off a creek in spring time. Cheeks that just made me want to pinch them, they were round and looked so soft (I didn't by the way, even though I REALLY wanted to). He wore an oversized, baggy, black distressed shirt, paired with baggy, flared bottom jeans, and chunky platform converse. My eyes made their way back up to his face, and I realized who I was standing in front of.

Han FUCKING Jisung!

1/3 of 3racha, the production, rapline and Ace of Stray Kids.

I was internally screaming!!

I didn't realize how zoned out I was until a small, deep toned chuckle left his lips.

"I-I I'm sorry. I-I just didn't t-think someone would have the same taste in coffee as me." I somehow manage to get those words out my lips, and I'm mentally slapping myself on the forehead for my stupid stuttering. My eyes went straight to the floor that I wish would just swallow me up at this point.

"Well......" He says with a pause. My head shoots up to see him looking at me with the warmest smile. "That just means we have superior taste buds." He had such a reassuring look in his eyes, that it melted away any bit of embarrasment that was settling in my body. With that, a small smile appears on my face.

"Well Mr. Superior Taste Buds......" I reach my hand over to grab my order from off the counter, that was actually sitting there ready for a few minutes already. "I have a bit of time to spare and would love to hear your take on food, care to join me?" My smile widens and I give him a wink. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE WINK CAME FROM, BUT A BITCH WAS BEING BOLD THAT DAY.

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes slightly widen at my sudden showing of boldness. He was quite impressed and deep down inside thankful that she made the first move, cause his heart was RACING.

A small smirk comes across his face. Keeping eye contact with me, he reaches his hand out to pick up his order from the counter. "That would be nice, Mrs. Superior Taste Buds." He winks back at me and puts his hand out for me to grab it.

AXZVXBHEJHOESHVKJSGHR

WHAT DO YOU MEAN MRS.?!?!???!?!

With no hesitation, my hand finds it's way to his. As our palms touch, a warmth surged through my body and my cheeks felt hot. Now me being a black woman, I don't usually have a visible blush.

BUT BABY............ THIS MAN HAD ME MELTING

His thumb gently rubbed over my fingers and knuckles. "I'll take you to my favorite table to sit at." He turns towards the back of the cafe leading the way. I turn my head to quickly steal a look at Lisa who was SHOOK at what just happened in front of her eyes. "WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS TOMORROW" she silently mouths to me, and I give her a quick thumbs up, turning my head and my attention back to Han.

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From that day at the cafe to 3 years later. I'm in my last year at university and best friends with Han Jisung.

Life has been nothing short of amazing, especially with gaining 7 brothers, aka the other members of Stray Kids. If I'm not hanging out with Han, I'm on facetime with Channie as he's in the studio and I'm studying, spamming Lee Know with Cat memes, roasting red carpet celebrity looks with I.N, having a personalized gym routine made by Changbin and having him occasionally join me in working out, trading obscure recipes with Felix and trying them out together, dance practice video calls with Hyunjin, and Seungmin volunteering himself to be my tutor while he tells me random Korean history facts. Needless to say, these boys have added so much to my life. But with that, there's a burden I've been carrying the whole time.

Han being an idol has its challenges, but we've created a system that still allows us to have quality time with each other. Today is one of the days where I get to chill with him in the studio. What he doesn't know is that I've surprised him with his favorite, his go to order from the cafe that we met at, along with a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

I make my way into the JYP building and greet the different staff members I bump into on the way to the floor the studio he's in is on. I finally make it to the elevator and immediately slump against the wall, a groan of a held in sigh leaves my mouth.

I've been in love with Han Jisung since we met in that damn cafe. It's grown into an overflowing bucket that always tries to make itself known when I'm around him, but I put a lid on it.

I really did try not to fall in love as quickly as I did but..... can you blame me?!?!?!

He laughs with his whole body but makes sure to land gentle touches on me when I'm sitting next to him during one of his laughing fits.

His eyes put fairy lights to shame, when he talks about anything he's passionate about. And it's always followed by deep conversations that I adore.

And he just always knows how I'm feeling; He's fucking psychic I swear!

He knows when to hold my hand, caress my cheek and brush strands of hair out of my face.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS HUGS!

Time stops whenever I'm in his arms. He's my safe place.

On nights like tonight, I usually just sit in silence in the background working on assignments, while he's working on a song. Being in silence together is probably one of my favorite things I do with him. But tonight, if there is silence after my plan of pouring out my heart to him..... then I hope to God the earth actually swallows me whole this time.

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Hey Guys!

This is my first time writing a story like this, and I'm honestly proud of myself for taking a step into trying something new for myself.

This story was inspired by a Character AI chat I actually have for Han, lol

I accept constructive criticism but rudeness will not be tolerated!

I hope you all enjoyed the story!

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Missing Moments #2

This takes places at the end of chapter twelve, the blow-up scene, the only difference is it’s in Lucy’s POV. 

Chapter 13 was going to be Lucy’s POV, and then I realized that for plot it literally had to be in Kate’s... thus, this “missing moment” was born! Under the cut, and again friends, this one is rough. And honestly, in my opinion, hurts more than the one that ultimately ended up getting posted...

So, enjoy I guess...?

“Because you put me on a pedestal!” Lucy forced out, feeling something in her heart give way to the pain. There was so much pain, too much, and she didn’t know what to do with it anymore. Bottling it up wasn’t working. Ignoring it wasn’t working. Day in and day out, it just sat there, unmoving, slowly tinting the entire world red because she was sad and hurting, but more than that… 

Lucy was pissed.

And somewhere, deep inside and nearly hidden by the insurmountable mountains of pain and anguish and rage, she knew… she knew that the anger didn’t belong to Kate. The upset and undeniable, sharp sting of betrayal? Sure. But this… these heavy black storm clouds of pure wrath that followed Lucy wherever she went… hovering about her head, liable to burst at any second…

No.

Those belonged to Pruitt.

But the anger was bleeding into the pain, and the pain was feeding from the anger, and Lucy was struggling to keep the two of them separated because everything hurt but Kate was hurt and that took precedence. It would always take precedence. So she grit her teeth and did her very best to keep the two noxious, venomous feelings separated, even as it felt like she was going to war within the confines of her own heart and mind.

The inherent magnetism that sought to perpetually bind the emotions together was strong and most of the time the brunette felt stronger, but right now… with Kate pushing and Cara’s smirking, scarlet-painted lips taunting and the anger rolling and the pain screaming…

Lucy’s grip was slipping.

“And when I asked about it, you said ‘who else would it be’ like it was…”

Be quiet.

The brunette took in a ragged breath. Across from her—across the distance that had somehow become a battlefield—Kate was doing the same thing. Her brown eyes were wide and wet, tears falling steadily. Lucy didn’t want this, she hadn’t wanted this. The words wouldn’t stop. “God Kate, you turned me into a superhero for the sweetest, gentlest little—”

No.

Not Holden. Off limits.

“—and that’s when it started to crack. As if that wasn’t enough, you asked about Pruitt and let me talk about my trauma while you were in a fucking hospital bed, recovering from getting shot and it didn’t work anymore!”

That was the tipping point.

Pruitt’s name was the trigger.

Lucy’s fragile, unsteady hold slipped, and within the sanctuary that was supposed to be her own body...

All hell broke loose.  

Pain became anger, anger became pain, and all Lucy could see was pulsing, vivid red.

She felt like she couldn’t draw in a full breath. The world was narrowing down, anything that wasn’t the erratic pounding beat of her own heart or Kate’s wide-eyed stare was forgotten.

“Don’t you see,” the brunette implored quietly, desperately, the words chipped and broken under the strain of trying to hold everything back. Lucy was so tired of holding everything back. Their eyes met, and she watched as Kate flinched backwards at whatever the blonde must have seen sparking in her gaze. Lucy didn’t know.

All she could feel was pain.

So much fucking pain.

Stop.

But she couldn’t stop, not now. Not when the pressure that had been sitting on her chest was loosening up, not when it felt like she might finally be able to breathe. Just a little bit more. A little more steam, and she would be done.

The words kept coming, falling out of the brunette’s mouth before she could stop them, tripping over themselves in their haste to be voice—burning to be offered to the world after being silenced for so long. “It doesn’t work anymore. If you didn’t care about me, you wouldn’t have turned me into a hero for Holden. You wouldn’t have tried to help me recover from Pruitt. You wouldn’t have—"

Stop. Talking.

…a little more released pressure and then maybe—maybe—Lucy would be able to fucking breathe.

“—you wouldn’t have done all the things you did to show that you so obviously cared. But if you do really care, then how… then how could you do this to me?”

ENOUGH!

The crimson-tinted haze cleared.

Lucy’s scrapped and bloodied strength regained control, gripping the reins of pain and anger in hands that were shaking, straining from the effort. She didn’t feel the slightest bit better—in fact, she felt worse. So, so much worse. The world was blurred through her tears, and all she could see was a kaleidoscope of smeared colors and objects. Nothing was in focus.

Nothing except Kate.

Kate, who had hurt her.

Kate, who cared for her.

Kate—who’s steady, quiet tears had darkened the collar of her shirt.

Kate—who looked like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the very foundation of her being and smashed it to smithereens.

No, not someone…

Lucy.

Because fuck—the distance between them wasn’t a battlefield… and it never had been… because how could have been, if Lucy was the only one who had thought to bring any ammunition?

No… this hadn’t been a battle.

This had been a fucking ambush.

And Kate looked shattered.

I didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t want to hurt her.

Intent was meaningless.

I'm sorry, I didn’t—

But Lucy did. 

And Lucy had. 

Kate’s legs started wobbling, the muscles no doubt aching and seizing in protest as the blonde continued to stand up. As she continued to ignore her body’s demand to rest, all for the sake of taking the brunette’s poison-tipped and pain-fueled words that must have struck like bullets.

Bullet.

Because Kate had been shot and Lucy had silently vowed that she was going to take care of her, that she was going to help her, and what had she done instead? Because this… this wasn’t helping. This was—this was hurting and Lucy—

Lucy was going to be sick.

Leave.

I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to fucking leave because I can’t—I can’t—

“I can’t,” Lucy wheezed, stumbling back in a desperate bid for freedom. The pain was anger, and the anger was pain, and the reigns were slipping again, and Lucy refused. She would not lose control, not again, but she wouldn’t have a choice soon which meant it was time to go. “I can’t do this. I didn’t mean to do this. I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to do this. You don’t—this is the last thing you need—”

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn’t mean to.

The brunette sucked in a deep breath, and the air burned its way down into her lungs. Panic clawed at her throat. “I'm going to…I need to go.”

Now. I need to go now.

By some miracle, she managed to make it to the front door, and freedom was in her grasp as Lucy forcefully pried it open.

Panic was swirling, mixing dangerously with pain and anger and the world had starting to tip sideways, sounds that weren’t the brunette’s own labored breathing muffled and distorted through her ringing ears. Just as Lucy was about to stumble out of the apartment—something crashed into her back.

Someone.

Everything snapped back into focus.

The panic evaporated. The anger quieted.

The pain clumped itself around her heart, once again stagnant. Still.

Everything was so blissfully, blessedly still.

Kate’s breathing was labored, heavy and trembling in her ear and of course—of fucking course—the press of Kate’s body against her own was enough to make everything stop. Because for all that the blonde had been the ache, she had also been the remedy and Lucy felt the last dregs of her wrath surrender, falling into submission willingly as their bodies breathed in tandem.  

Against her back, Lucy could feel the way Kate was trembling. It made her stomach churn violently. “Don’t—you don’t have to—”

Lucy’s eyes fluttered closed at the quiet plea. Didn’t Kate see? After all of this, couldn’t she understand just how inherently bad they were for each other right now? How easily Lucy had lost control? “I do. I do, because I tried to press it down, but I only hurt us both and I don’t want to do that anymore, okay? I don’t want to hurt us. I don’t want to hurt you, and the worst part is that I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I have to go. You have to let me go.”

I don’t want to hurt you. I never wanted that.

The grip around her waist tightened in response to the words, and the brunette felt a piece of herself break away and shatter at the feeling.

“Kate,” Lucy begged quietly, tears falling once again. The reigns were slipping again. “Please, just let me go.”  

There was another long, drawn out moment of hesitation and Lucy was just begun bracing herself for the inevitable meltdown that she could feel brewing in the core of her very fucking soul, when Kate’s grip suddenly released. The blonde stumbled backwards, unsteady and trembling, and Lucy hated how much she wanted to spin around and tug the other woman close again.

I’ll hurt her.

“Please don—you’ll call? O-Or just text?” the blonde sniffed, and Lucy could feel the burn of eyes on her back. She wondered if Kate could see the way she was shaking. “Not today or even tomorrow but… soon? Please?” The words were quiet, filled with so much desperation and pleading that the brunette felt what was left of her heart clench in her chest, and then promptly splinter, fracturing into a million tiny, irreparable pieces.

I’ll hurt her.

It would have been so much easier if Lucy had been right all those months ago and Kate simply didn’t care. The pain from feeling insignificant in the eyes of the woman who made her world turn was nothing compared to the sheer agony Lucy felt now—knowing she cared for, but not being able to do a damn thing about it. Not right now, when everything felt like it had flipped on its head, and she was trying so hard to right them all.

I won’t hurt her.

Whether Kate recognized it or not, Lucy wasn’t safe company right now. Not when her emotions were more like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off, and certainly not while the blonde was still fighting her way through her own recovery. The upset was still there—Lucy still felt betrayed and hurt and yes, even a little angry—but she also refused to punish Kate for things the other woman had no part in.

Those feelings, the dangerous ones that sometimes leaked out despite her very best intentions, had no business being around Kate right now, and it was foolish to have tried.

Today showed her that.

Simply put, until Lucy could trust herself, they needed space.

“I don’t know,” is what she ended up saying, quietly. Behind her, Kate made a wounded, awful sound that ripped through Lucy like a blade. It was time to go. “Goodbye, Kate.”