#and like babe??? i dont know???? i wish i knew???1?

[themaskofreason]

tumblr friends i am utilizing the new "train" feature of belfast grand central station today i will let you all know how it goes

[kayewrite]

At the same time, I wanna hug you

(...I wanna wrap my hands around your neck)

seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count: 10.7k (long but still not enough)

summary; if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool?

an: you dont know how much i went crazy seeing seungmin in uniform! like babe! why are my classmate not like him? and.. this was a birthday present cause this man just turn half 50 minus 1!! anyways enjoy reading

Kim Seungmin.

You hated that very name.

You hated his existence.

You hated his smirk.

You hated that he breathes.

You hated how he never failed to make your blood boil.

Like now.

You were practically crawling into the classroom, late again, knowing full well the teacher wasn’t going to let it slide this time. Slowly and quietly, you slipped through the back door, hoping to go unnoticed, but your hopes were dashed when Kim Seungmin turned in his seat and caught your eye. His face slowly morphed into that all-too-familiar smirk.

You already knew your fate.

"Ma'am, someone’s late again."

You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to punch him as the teacher ordered you to stand and endure a scolding. You stood there, bowing your head like a guilty child while Seungmin chuckled at your misery.

You hated him. You hated him so much you wished for teleportation powers—just so you could dump him in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and teleport back home.

The worst part? You were seatmates. In the one subject that made you contemplate dropping the class every week just to escape him. But no, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. You’d endure, just so he wouldn’t win.

"Why were you late again?" he leaned over, asking in the most casual, condescending way possible.

“None of your business,” you rolled your eyes and shifted your chair further away from him.

“Actually, it is my business.” He smirked again, lifting the attendance sheet. “I’m in charge of marking who’s here today, and guess what? I don’t see your name yet. Got a good excuse for me?”

Damn.

You glared at him, wishing your stare could send him straight to the hospital. “I hate you.”

“Oh, I love you too,” he teased, laughing at your frustration.

--

You were minding your own business, erasing the board, when out of nowhere, a crumpled piece of paper hit you square on the head. Annoyed, you turned sharply, searching for the culprit. Your eyes quickly landed on Kim Seungmin, who very obviously averted his gaze and started whistling—like that wasn’t the biggest giveaway ever.

Glaring at him, you felt your temper rise. Without thinking twice, you grabbed the nearest weapon of choice—the chalkboard eraser—and hurled it with full force.

"Hey—!" Seungmin barely had time to react, his hands flying up to shield himself. The eraser still hit him, sending a cloud of chalk dust everywhere.

Minutes later, there he was, sitting in the clinic, sulking like he’d been gravely injured. You stood over him, arms crossed, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous situation.

“You’re such a kid,” you teased, watching as he winced dramatically. “Crying over a tiny little scratch.”

He glared at you, clutching his arm like he’d survived a battle. “Tiny? You nearly broke my arm!”

You smirked, “If I wanted to break your arm, Seungmin, I wouldn’t have used an eraser.”

You and Seungmin fought like kids, constantly bickering and annoying each other to the point where even your classmates didn’t bother stepping in anymore. They’d seen you two nearly throw punches at each other too many times to care.

One day in the cafeteria, you were finally enjoying a moment of peace, savoring your lunch, when Seungmin suddenly plopped down in front of you. He smiled, but there was something odd about it. Well, Seungmin was always odd, but this felt extra weird. He wasn’t even touching his food; he just sat there, staring at you.

"What are you looking at, ugly?" you asked, scowling.

He leaned back casually. "My friends are coming, and we're sitting at this table. It’s up to you if you wanna leave or not."

You blinked, taken aback. "What?! I got here first!"

"Yeah, well," he shrugged nonchalantly, "I don’t care."

Before you could argue further, the cafeteria exploded with noise. His friends had arrived—there was no mistaking it. They were loud, famous, and had an almost cult-like following at school. You could practically hear the high-pitched squeals from the “fandom” as they entered. Without even turning around, you knew it was them.

Your frustration mounted as they surrounded the table, chattering loudly. You weren’t exactly fond of crowds, for that matter. Sitting there, sandwiched between Seungmin and his friends, you felt like a deer caught in headlights.

Hyunjin—yes, that Hyunjin—suddenly leaned over, flashing a bright smile. "Hey, what’s your name?"

You nearly choked on your food. Of course, the universe had to pick this moment to be cruel. Before you could respond, Seungmin cut in with a smug grin.

"She’s no one. Don’t mind her," he said, not even sparing you a glance.

Your face flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. You stood up abruptly, knocking over your chair. "I’ve suddenly lost my appetite," you muttered awkwardly before storming off, desperately trying to escape the humiliation.

Why does this always happen to me? you groaned internally. I hate Seungmin. And I hate myself for embarrassing myself in front of my crush… Hyunjin.

If I see that KIM SEUNGMIN later, I’m going to kill him.

Later in class, your chance for revenge came. Seungmin was called on for an oral recitation, and—poetic justice—he stood there, stuttering and completely clueless. You couldn’t help but laugh under your breath as he floundered, finally getting a taste of the embarrassment he loved dishing out.

Justice had never tasted so sweet.

---

"I hope lightning strikes him," you muttered, glaring at Seungmin from a distance as you hugged yourself, shivering from the cold. You were stuck in a waiting shed, the afternoon bringing with it a torrential downpour that looked like the start of a typhoon. The weather had been perfect this morning—sunny, with not a cloud in sight. You'd made the mistake of leaving your umbrella at home, thinking it would only weigh down your bag. Now, you regretted every bit of that decision.

Across the street, Seungmin stood dry under his big, obnoxiously bright umbrella, almost laughing as he caught sight of you. His smug grin was practically glowing, and as if to rub salt in the wound, he waved at you.

You flipped him the finger.

‘When will his time come?’ you wondered bitterly. Why am I always the one who ends up miserable?

The shed's roof was doing a terrible job of keeping the rain out. Water dripped from all angles, splashing around you and soaking your clothes. You glanced up at the leaky ceiling and groaned. When will this stop? you thought—both about the rain and Seungmin.

If the two of you were friends, and if he weren’t the spawn of Lucifer himself, you might’ve swallowed your pride and asked to share his umbrella. Your house was literally just a block away. But no! You would not—under any circumstances—lower yourself to envy his dry, smug self.

You would never give him the satisfaction. Even if it meant sitting here the whole night, soaked and miserable.

Seungmin started walking toward you, his big umbrella swaying with each step. He stopped in front of you with the most annoyingly sarcastic smile.

"You wanna share?" he asked, eyes twinkling with amusement.

You rolled your eyes. "No thanks."

"You sure? The news said the rain’s stopping… tomorrow."

"Even if it never stops for a whole week, Kim Seungmin, I would never!" you snapped, glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your misery. "You sure? Last chance."

"Yes!" you practically shouted, arms crossed in defiance.

"Okay." He shrugged, stepping back. "One word is enough for me."

And with that, he turned on his heel and continued on his way, leaving you alone in the rain.

"I won’t regret it!" you yelled after him, though your voice sounded far less confident than before.

Ten minutes later, you were drenched and shivering, cursing under your breath. Regret started to creep in. You glanced down the road—completely empty. Not a single taxi in sight.

"Where are all the taxis when I need them?" you groaned, looking up at the dark, stormy sky.

And so, your day ended just as it began: with Seungmin somehow managing to ruin it.

--

It was Friday, and your first class of the day happened to be the one where your seatmate was none other than him.

Determined not to be late, you arrived twenty minutes early. The classroom was nearly empty, with only a handful of students scattered around. Feeling groggy, you slumped over your desk, letting the quiet atmosphere lull you into a light nap.

Of course, peace never lasted long when Seungmin was involved.

A sharp knock on your desk pulled you from the brink of sleep. You cracked one eye open to see Seungmin settling into the seat beside you, a smug grin already plastered on his face.

"Oh, you’re early today. Were you looking forward to sitting next to me?" he teased, leaning back comfortably as if he hadn't just ruined your peaceful moment.

"It’s still early, Kim Seungmin," you muttered, closing your eyes again. Not today, you thought. You weren’t going to let him ruin your morning. Not this early.

He glanced at his watch with a chuckle. "Well, it’s 10 a.m., and that’s not exactly early, is it?"

"Seungmin, if you’re bored and looking to annoy someone, talk to my hand." Without even opening your eyes, you lazily raised your hand in his direction, palm out.

Just then, Yuna, who sat in front of you, arrived. She took one look at the two of you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Why are you guys always fighting the moment you see each other?"

You opened one eye, giving her a pleading look. "Can you please let him annoy you instead?"

Yuna just laughed. "Oh, Seungmin wouldn’t annoy anyone else but you." She gave you a knowing smile. "He likes you."

Your eyes shot open at her words, and you squinted at Seungmin, who was now smirking as if he knew exactly how to get under your skin. "Yeah, likes to annoy me," you huffed, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

Seungmin shrugged, leaning in a little closer just to provoke you. "Well, yeah, I like it sooo much," he laughed, clearly amused by your reaction.

Yuna, now used to your bickering, just shrugged and turned her attention to the front of the classroom, leaving you to deal with him.

You let out a sigh, hoping that Seungmin would leave you alone for at least a minute. "Is there any chance you’ll be quiet today?"

He pretended to think for a moment. "Hmm, nope."

You groaned, dropping your head back onto your desk. "Why do you even sit next to me?"

"Fate," he said casually, glancing over as if he hadn’t just said the most ridiculous thing ever.

You shot him a disbelieving look. "What?"

"It’s fate," he repeated with a smirk. "Out of all the seats in this entire classroom, I ended up next to you. Don’t you think that means something?"

"Yeah, it means I’m cursed."

He laughed, the sound annoyingly cheerful, and leaned in closer. "Maybe, or maybe you’re just lucky to have me next to you."

"Lucky isn’t the word I’d use."

Before he could respond, the classroom started filling up, and the teacher finally arrived. You sent a silent prayer of thanks, hoping class would be a break from Seungmin’s endless teasing.

“…you will do this assignment by pairs. To speed things up, partner with your seatmate.”

It was nothing new to be stuck with your enemy, but when you realized that the activity involved a short roleplay drama, you felt a surge of panic. Acting alongside him was nowhere on your bucket list of things to do—if you even had a bucket list.

“Maam, can I exchange my partner?” you raised your hand, desperation evident in your voice.

“Ouch, you hurt my feelings!” Seungmin clutched his chest dramatically, feigning offense.

“What’s wrong with your partner?” the teacher asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sometimes you wondered why everyone seemed to love this annoying dog sitting next to you.

With no choice left, you begrudgingly held the script with a scowl. When would you ever have a peaceful day in class? Why did you have to pretend to be in love with this guy?

“Come on, read your line!” Seungmin demanded, his annoyance bubbling over.

Of all the choices in your teacher's fishbowl, you’d drawn the romantic scene everyone praying not to get. You would have preferred a horror script over this.

“I don’t want to!” you protested, crossing your arms defiantly.

“Well, you have to! It’s your fault for picking it!” he shot back, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I told you to pick it!” you replied, frustration mounting.

“And then I’d be the one to blame? We don’t have a choice but to do well.” He leaned back, crossing his arms smugly.

“Ugh! I hate you so much!” you exclaimed, slumping back in your seat.

“Well, you have to love me now.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying your misery.

“What did I do in my past life to deserve this?” You groaned, reading the lines again.

“Probably killed someone,” he quipped, shooting you a knowing look.

You glared at him, and he immediately raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing.

“Oh, apologies. Let’s practice! You don’t have a choice; it’s either fail or just accept it.”

“I hate you.”

“I accept it, Juliet.” He grinned, clearly relishing your frustration.

Thankfully, the teacher had given you a week to prepare, which meant you never took practicing seriously after that.

“We’ll practice tomorrow,” Seungmin stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I have something to do tomorrow,” you said nonchalantly, hoping to deter him.

“I have things too, but I want good grades, so you have to come.” He started packing his things away.

“Hey, Seungmin!” You both turned at the sound of his friend’s voice. It was Hyunjin, accompanied by Felix and Jisung. You straightened up, suddenly conscious of your appearance.

“Let’s go somewhere!” Jisung draped an arm around Seungmin’s shoulders.

“I have important things to do,” Seungmin replied, and Jisung pouted in response.

“Oh, it was you in the cafeteria the other day,” Hyunjin said, looking right at you. It took you a moment to process that he was talking to you.

“Um…” Your voice faltered. “Yes?”

Hyunjin smiled at you, and you felt your heart race.

“Guys, wait for me outside. You just sneaked into my classroom,” Seungmin laughed, and his friends complied, heading for the door.

You were still catching your breath from the interaction when Seungmin turned back, grinning at you. “So, Hyunjin is your crush?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Oh no! Seungmin had caught on!

“Of course, I’m not!” you blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Why are you saying ‘I’m not’ in such an awkward way?” He laughed, clearly enjoying this new revelation. “Then it is true!”

“Please don’t tell him!” You pleaded, realizing you were losing this battle.

“Of course I won’t…” He smiled coyly, “…I won’t do what you ask.” Then, with a laugh, he tossed his bag over his shoulder and dashed out the door.

“Oh, damn…” You froze in your seat, panic setting in.

“See you at practice tomorrow!” Seungmin waved annoyingly from the doorway, clearly aware that you had no choice but to comply.

As the door swung shut behind him, you sank back into your chair, contemplating your fate. Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare.

--

You arrived at his house and rang the doorbell repeatedly, knowing he would probably just hear it and take his sweet time.

“You’re late,” he said with a smug smile when he finally opened the gate.

“I’m not,” you insisted, holding your wrist up to show him your watch, the sleek silver face gleaming in the sunlight.

“You’re late by 58 seconds,” he replied, crossing his arms as if he were judging your punctuality.

“What?! It’s not my fault you opened your gate late!” You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

He chuckled at your annoyed expression, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “Come in.”

“Not like I have a choice,” you muttered, stepping inside.

It was your first time in his house, and you weren’t surprised by how nice it was. The exterior was already immaculate, and the inside was just as polished—walls adorned with family photos and art that hinted at a cozy atmosphere. But you would never admit that to him.

“My parents aren’t home; they have work,” he said, glancing around the living room as if to check for any potential chaos.

“No one asked,” you shot back, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement.

“Just wanted to let you know in case you try to kill me; there’s a CCTV camera around,” he said, half-serious.

“Oh, great. Just what I need,” you replied dryly, shaking your head.

He headed to the kitchen, presumably to get something to drink, giving you a moment to explore. You took the chance to glance at the pictures displayed throughout the room. One photo caught your eye—him as a child, beaming with joy as he played in a park.

When he returned, you pointed to the picture near the TV. “Is that you?”

“Obviously,” he said, rolling his eyes, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.

You squinted at the picture, then turned to him, suddenly serious. “I mean… will there ever be a time for us to stop bickering, even just for a bit? I'm trying to start a normal conversation here”

“Will there be?” he countered, sitting beside you with a teasing grin, his body relaxed as he leaned back.

“Yeah, right. Never,” you replied, smirking despite yourself.

He handed you the printed script he’d prepared, the edges slightly crinkled. “Why are we putting so much effort into this? It’s just reading the script, not really acting it out.”

“Because I have a goal grade, unlike you,” he said matter-of-factly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Have you forgotten I’m an achiever too?” you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly.

When would this bickering ever end?

“Hyunjin is coming,” he announced suddenly, the air in the room shifting.

“No one asked--” You paused, then asked, “Wait what?!”

“So you should behave if you don’t want to scare him off,” he added, the grin still plastered on his face.

“Seungmin, why would you do that?!” You lightly slapped him on the shoulder, half-exasperated, half-amused.

“Because… I can?” He laughed, shielding himself playfully. “I mean, what’s wrong with inviting a friend? He's good at acting he can help”

“I hate you so much,” you groaned, exasperation creeping into your tone.

Hyunjin had been your crush for as long as you could remember, and the thought of him being in the same space as you made your stomach flutter with nerves. He was perfect in every way—charismatic, charming, and completely out of your league.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Seungmin teased, leaning closer with that infuriating grin. “Oh, I forgot—you like him, right?”

You responded by giving him another light shove, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. It was always like this between you two—endless banter, lighthearted teasing, but the presence of Hyunjin added a layer of awkwardness you couldn’t quite shake.

You both settled onto the couch, the printed script between you. Seungmin glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Okay, let’s get this over with. You read Juliet’s lines, and I’ll read Romeo’s,” he said, smirking.

“Fine, but don’t mess it up,” you replied, trying to maintain your composure.

You started reading through the script, your voice steady but laced with a hint of nervousness. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes dramatically. “Wow, so poetic. Just make sure you don’t faint from all that romance.”

You shot him a glare. “Shut up, Romeo.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Your heart raced. Hyunjin was here.

“See? You should behave,” Seungmin teased, nudging your shoulder.

You threw him a playful glare, then he rushed to open the door. There stood Hyunjin, looking effortlessly cool, his smile warm as he greeted you both. “Hey! Ready to practice?”

“Uh, yeah! Come in!” you said, trying to keep your cool but feeling the heat creep into your cheeks.

Seungmin sauntered over, clearly relishing the moment. “Hyunjin! Glad you could join us! We were just getting to the juicy parts.”

You shot him a warning look, hoping he wouldn’t embarrass you. Hyunjin, however, seemed unfazed. “Nice! I can help you both with the romantic scenes if you want.”

You nodded eagerly. “That would be great! I need help with… you know, acting like I’m in love.” You winced at how obvious that sounded.

Hyunjin grinned, moving to sit across from you. “Alright, let’s try a scene. Here’s the famous balcony part. Juliet says, ‘O, for a falconer’s voice to lure this tassel-gentle back again.’”

You felt your heart flutter. “I’ll try,” you said, taking a deep breath. “O, for a falconer’s voice to lure this tassel-gentle back again!”

Hyunjin smiled, then gestured for you to continue. “And then Romeo responds with, ‘I would not for the world they saw thee here.’”

Seungmin picked up the line, and you both began to read, the atmosphere shifting as you focused on the scene. You felt a playful energy in the air, the tension of performing lifting your spirits.

“‘I would not for the world they saw thee here,’” Seungmin said, his voice low and earnest.

You replied, “Then there’s no need to be ashamed,” trying to put as much emotion into it as possible.

Hyunjin clapped after your line. “That was great! You both looked really good together!”

You and Seungmin exchanged a quick look. “No!” you both said in unison.

Hyunjin chuckled, clearly entertained by your synchronized denial. “Really, it’s just acting! But seriously, you guys have good chemistry.”

“Thanks!” you said, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride.

“Alright, let’s keep practicing!” Hyunjin suggested, eager to dive back into the script.

You focused on the lines, the playful banter keeping the atmosphere light. As you practiced, you couldn’t help but enjoy the moment, the camaraderie making the task feel less like a chore and more like fun.

With Hyunjin guiding you, you felt more confident as you delivered your lines, ready to tackle the performance together.

--

The days passed in a blur as you and Seungmin practiced again at his house. You settled into a routine, the playful banter punctuating your rehearsals, and surprisingly, you started to enjoy the time spent together.

Finally, the day of the presentation arrived. As you stood in front of the class, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. When it was your turn to deliver your lines, you poured your heart into the performance, channeling every emotion.

To your surprise, Yuna leaned over after the presentation and whispered, “It wasn’t like you were entering each other’s nerves at all!” Her compliment made you beam with pride.

Seungmin, too, impressed you with his serious demeanor. For once, he seemed genuinely focused, and seeing him so dedicated made you realize how much he cared about doing well. You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for both of you.

After the applause died down, your teacher announced, “I’m pleased to inform you all that I have chosen actors for the upcoming school play, and I choose…” She paused dramatically, glancing between you and Seungmin, “…you two!”

A wave of excitement surged through you, quickly followed by a burst of playful competitiveness. “See? You should thank me for picking a role that suits us both,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, I’m grateful, alright. I forgot for a moment how you despise your pick. In fact, I’m so happy I’m going to treat you to cake and coffee.”

“Yes!” you replied enthusiastically, unable to hide your grin. “I deserve a treat after all that hard work!”

“Sure, but only because I can’t let my scene partner go hungry,” he said, winking.

As you both headed out, the bickering continued, light-hearted and familiar, but beneath it was a shared joy that made the moment all the more special. You couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, this experience was bringing you closer, even if you would never admit it.

At the café, the atmosphere buzzed with chatter and the rich aroma of coffee. You and Seungmin settled into a cozy corner, the tension from earlier melted away as you both began to chat more easily.

“So, do you actually love acting?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Absolutely!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face. “I’ve always idolized Emma Watson. I mean, come on, I look just like her!” You struck a dramatic pose, fluttering your eyelashes.

Seungmin looked at you, clearly unconvinced, with a “Are you kidding me?” expression. You burst out laughing, the sound ringing through the café.

“Okay, maybe not exactly like her,” you admitted, trying to catch your breath. “But a girl can dream, right?”

“Sure, if dreaming means torturing the rest of us,” he shot back with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I’m planning to major in acting when I get to college. It’s my dream!”

“Nice! I like acting too, but I’m thinking about majoring in music,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

“Wait, you? You know how to sing?” You raised an eyebrow, unable to hide your skepticism.

“Wanna hear?” he challenged, a playful glint in his eye.

“Please no!” you teased, dramatically placing your hand on your heart. “I’d rather sleep forever than listen to your singing.”

Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “You’re so mean! I think it would be the opposite”

“Mean? I’m just saving you from embarrassment,” you shot back with a grin. “You should thank me!”

"you'll regret what you're saying when I become famous."

As you exchanged playful banter, you realized that this was your way of connecting. The teasing and light insults had become second nature, and somehow, the hurtful words didn’t sting anymore. Instead, they felt like an essential part of your friendship, a comfortable rhythm that made you both laugh.

“Seriously though,” you said, softening a bit, “I think it’s awesome that you’re into music. We’ll be the dynamic duo of arts!”

“Absolutely! Just don’t expect me to duet with you anytime soon,” he joked, raising his cup in a mock toast.

“Deal!” you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

--

As the practice for the play approached, your schedule became packed, leaving little time for anything else. Excitement bubbled inside you, especially since Hyunjin, a year ahead of you, was also in the cast. You could hardly wait for the next rehearsal.

One day, while waiting for practice to start, you found yourself lost in thought, staring at Hyunjin as he chatted with some friends. Seungmin, ever the observant one, caught you in the act.

“You look like a lovesick puppy,” he teased, a playful grin stretching across his face.

You quickly snapped out of your daydream, narrowing your eyes at him. “Shut up! I’m not!” You playfully punched his arm, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your point.

“Uh-huh, sure,” he laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“You’re just jealous that I’m not staring at you like that!”

As partners playing lovers in the play, you often imagined being paired with Hyunjin. But the teacher had chosen Seungmin, and surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as you expected. You’d gotten used to the banter, and the awkwardness faded as practice continued.

Days passed, filled with rehearsals that drew you closer to Seungmin. The bickering remained, a constant source of amusement.

During one practice, while the two of you were warming up, Seungmin leaned over to Hyunjin, a mischievous smile on his face. “Hyunjin, have you already eaten? This monkey here asks,” he said, pointing at you as if you were some sort of pet.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “I am! Thank you for asking!” you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yeah, and she also said you were handsome,” Seungmin added, clearly enjoying the moment.

You felt your cheeks flush, and in a mock fit of outrage, you dashed toward him. “Seungmin!” you yelled, but he was quicker. He took off running, his laughter echoing through the practice room.

When you finally caught up to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a playful hug, making him squirm. “You’re such a tormentor!” you laughed, shaking him lightly.

From across the room, Hyunjin watched the whole scene unfold, a smile playing on his lips. “Are you sure they hate each other?” asked the director, who was shaking his head in disbelief.

Hyunjin just nodded, clearly entertained. “Definitely yes!” he replied, chuckling at your playful dynamic.

As you and Seungmin continued to tease each other, you realized that despite the playful bickering, there was an undeniable comfort between you—something that made every rehearsal just a little bit brighter.

---

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, and there you were, standing under a shed, glaring at the gray sky as if it were personally responsible for your soaked shoes. You had forgotten your umbrella—again.

As you waited, shivering slightly from the cold, you spotted Seungmin in the distance, standing confidently under a bright yellow umbrella. He was teasingly waving it over his head, a smirk plastered on his face as he called out, “Looks like someone forgot their umbrella again!”

You rolled your eyes and shot him a finger. “Very funny, Seungmin!”

He sauntered over, his grin widening with each step. "You wanna share?"

You rolled your eyes. "No thanks." you replied, crossing your arms defiantly.

“Okay, then. One word is enough for me.” He turned to leave, an exaggerated pout on his lips.

You hesitated for a moment, watching him walk away. “Wait!” you called out, and he turned back, an annoying smile in his lips. “Fine! We can share!”

Seungmin’s face broke into a triumphant grin as he rushed back to your side, positioning the umbrella over both of you. As you walked together, the atmosphere shifted from frustration to lightheartedness, laughter spilling out between the two of you.

“My shoulder is now wet,” Seungmin complained, feigning annoyance as he brushed water off his shirt.

“Is it my fault that you work out so much? Your shoulders are just too broad!” you shot back, unable to suppress a grin.

“Did you just compliment me?” he asked, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Ugh, it wasn’t a compliment!” you retorted, trying to keep a straight face.

“Then I’ll just have to embrace this wetness!” he said cheerfully, adjusting the umbrella with exaggerated flair. Before you knew it, he leaned closer, and water dripped off his shoulder, splashing onto you.

You burst into laughter, shoving him playfully. “You idiot!”

Seungmin laughed too, chasing after you as you dashed away, your heart racing with excitement. The rain seemed to fade into the background, the only sound being your giggles and the splatter of water against the pavement.

“You’re going to pay for that!” he yelled, laughter echoing through the downpour.

Just as you turned to look back, he splashed a wave of water right at you, soaking you completely. You retaliated, grabbing a handful of rainwater and splashing it back at him.

The playful battle raged on, and soon both of you were drenched, shivering yet exhilarated.

---

It was two weeks before the big play, and you were laser-focused on perfecting every detail. The pressure was on, and you found yourself spending more time practicing than ever. You wanted everything to be perfect, especially with the role you were playing. Seungmin, of course, was your partner in most scenes, so you had to rehearse together.

But as you delivered your lines, standing face-to-face with Seungmin, it became harder and harder to stay serious. Seungmin kept pulling funny faces behind his lines, causing you to break character and burst into laughter.

“Direct, please, punch him or something!” you whined dramatically, throwing your hands up. “He won’t stop!”

The director, seeing your exaggerated reaction, just chuckled. Meanwhile, the rest of the cast erupted in laughter.

"I’m serious now! I promise!" Seungmin said, shrugging off his antics.

You tried to continue, but the minute you looked at his serious face, you couldn’t hold back your laughter again. His deadpan expression was just too much.

“Okay, okay,” you said, wiping away a tear from laughing too hard. “Let’s take five. I need to compose myself.”

You sat down in the corner, still laughing. Seungmin joined you, shaking his head with a grin.

“Why are you always like this?” you asked, playfully slapping his arm. “We’re supposed to be professional!”

“Hey! I’m doing great! You’re the one laughing!” he protested with a smirk.

You couldn't deny it—something had shifted between you and Seungmin lately. There was this playful, easygoing dynamic now, and to your surprise, you liked it. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened, but the tension between the two of you had somehow dissolved, leaving behind a strange sort of camaraderie. And it felt... right.

---

Late again. You were quietly crawling your way toward your seat, praying that Seungmin wouldn’t notice. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be too preoccupied to see you sneaking in. But no such luck. Just as you thought you were in the clear, you saw Seungmin glancing in your direction, that infamous smirk already forming on his face. You knew that look all too well—he was up to something.

Desperate, you shot him a pleading look, mouthing a dramatic “Nooo,” and shaking your head in an exaggerated fashion. But the smirk only widened as he raised his hand.

“Ma'am!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the inevitable scolding. This is it, you thought. I’m done.

But instead, Seungmin’s voice rang out casually, “I forgot to give you the assignments I collected from the class.”

Your eyes flew open in shock. What?

“Oh right! Thank you, Seungmin, for the reminder.” The teacher smiled at him, clearly appreciating the help.

Seungmin stood up, cool as ever, handing over the pile of papers. He sat back down, a faint smirk still on his lips as if nothing unusual had happened.

You slid into your seat cautiously, your heart still racing. You glanced over at Seungmin, who met your gaze with a quick wink before turning back to his notebook. That was... new, you thought, utterly confused.

--

Practice resumed as usual, and you started to get into the flow of things. You liked rehearsing for the play more than you thought you would, especially with the creative freedom you were given. The only downside? Seungmin never missed an opportunity to get under your skin.

As you entered the practice room, sporting your freshly cut hair, Seungmin immediately took notice.

He eyed you up and down, a teasing grin already forming on his lips. “You know,” he began, casually leaning back in his chair, “short hair doesn’t really suit you.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was headed. “What are you talking about? I look pretty in it,” you shot back confidently, placing your hands on your hips.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, the playful grin still firmly in place. “Pretty? More like you look like a monkey who tried to give itself a haircut.”

“Excuse me?” You gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “I do not look like a monkey.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Seungmin shrugged, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting. He leaned closer, dropping his voice dramatically. “But just so you know, if we ever put you in a zoo, you’d fit right in.”

You gasped again, this time more dramatically, then pointed at him with a mock serious expression. “You’re just jealous because I’m out here looking cute and you can’t handle it.”

“Cute?” Seungmin laughed, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Whatever, I know the truth. You’re just afraid to admit that I’m rocking this look,” you teased back, refusing to back down.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep dreaming, monkey,” he said, chuckling softly as you narrowed your eyes at him.

--

Another day in class, you were erasing the board when something hit the back of your head. Startled, you spun around, spotting Seungmin sitting there, whistling innocently. It was the most obvious thing ever—he didn’t even try to hide it.

You glared at him, trying to keep your cool. ‘Let it go’, you thought. ‘Don’t give him the satisfaction’. But then, another paper ball hit you.

"Seriously?" you muttered under your breath, turning to give him a sharp look.

This time, Seungmin didn’t bother pretending. He smiled and pointed to the paper ball on the floor. “Read it,” he said, nodding toward the crumpled note.

You raised your hand, ready to throw the eraser at him with full force.

“Wait!” Seungmin said quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. “Just read it, will you?”

With a dramatic sigh, you picked up the paper, unfolding it. Written in his messy handwriting were the words: “Let’s eat. My treat.”

Before you could react, Jisung, who had been quietly observing the whole scene, burst into laughter. “What kind of lame drama am I witnessing?” he cackled.

You whipped around and threw the eraser at him instead, hitting him square in the shoulder. “Mind your own business, Jisung!”

“Hey! I’m just saying!” Jisung grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos.

Later that afternoon, you and Seungmin found yourselves at a seafood restaurant. Well, it was supposed to be Seungmin’s treat, but somehow the two of you ended up bickering over who would pay. Cause you wanna pay too.

“Let’s settle this the mature way—rock, paper, scissors,” Seungmin proposed, holding out his fist.

“Fine,” you agreed, thinking you had a good chance.

You both threw out your hands, and you won.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, triumph coursing through you for about five seconds. But then Seungmin began to order.

He grinned, shaking his head. “You’re gonna regret that.”

You frowned, confusion creeping in as the waiter approached. Seungmin rattled off an absurd number of dishes—enough to feed an entire village.

“Seungmin,” you hissed, eyes wide in disbelief, “do you really need to order enough food for 30 people?”

Seungmin leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed. “You said it was your treat. I’m just taking full advantage.”

You pouted, crossing your arms defiantly. “This isn’t fair. You’re evil.”

“Evil? No way,” he laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I prefer the term ‘strategically gifted.’”

As the waiter left with the long list of orders, you grumbled, “You should’ve thought about that before challenging me.”

In the end, Seungmin ended up paying for most of it, but you insisted on contributing, stubbornly pushing a few bills his way. He didn’t argue too much, shaking his head with an amused smile. “You’re relentless, aren’t you?”

“Of course! If I’m going to be broke, I might as well be happy about it,” you retorted, a grin spreading across your face.

Seungmin laughed, clearly entertained by your determination. “Fair enough. Next time, I’ll just let you win without a fight.”

“Deal! But only if you promise not to order enough food for a small army,” you teased, raising your glass in a mock toast.

“Challenge accepted,” he replied, clinking his glass against yours, both of you laughing at the absurdity of it all.

--

Another rehearsal, and you were sitting on the sidelines, legs crossed as you watched your classmates perform. You had just finished your scene and were still buzzing from the energy of it all. The lights cast a warm glow on the stage, and you found yourself quietly admiring the atmosphere, the stars of the production shining brightly in your eyes.

Suddenly, the director's voice broke through your thoughts. “Seungmin, can you step in as the main character for a bit? Our lead’s absent today.”

“Sure,” Seungmin replied, standing up with an easy confidence. He made his way to the center of the stage, and you prepared for him to be awkward or hesitant. Instead, he surprised you.

As he took his place, he transformed. His movements were smooth and assured, his voice resonating with sincerity. You couldn’t help but lean forward, captivated. He moved across the stage effortlessly, delivering his lines with an authenticity that made you forget you were watching your friend.

Wow, he was really talented.

You shook your head slightly, trying to push the thought away. No way could you think Seungmin was handsome. That was just absurd.

Then came a scene where he had to hug the female lead. As he pulled her into a gentle embrace, your heart gave a small, inexplicable flutter. The warmth of his presence seemed to radiate even from where you sat, and you felt an unfamiliar tightening in your stomach.

You tried to shrug it off, focusing on the performance, but the feeling lingered, swirling with an odd mix of admiration and something else entirely. Watching him, you realized you were seeing a different side of Seungmin—one that was undeniably charismatic and captivating.

The rehearsal continued, but you found it harder to concentrate, your thoughts drifting back to the way he had held her, how effortlessly he embodied the character. What was happening to you? You glanced away, trying to regain your composure, but the strange flutter remained, echoing in your mind long after the scene ended.

You were still lost in thought about the rehearsal when Hyunjin sat down beside you. “You look really pretty with your hair like that,” he commented with a smile.

You blushed at the compliment, glancing down. “Thanks! Seungmin said it doesn’t suit me.”

Hyunjin chuckled softly. “Seungmin? He’s just teasing you. That’s his way of telling you he likes it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think?”

“Definitely,” Hyunjin replied with a smirk. “He wouldn’t bother teasing you if he didn’t like it.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “He always tease me.”

Hyunjin leaned back, still smiling. “How did you two meet, anyway?”

“We’re neighbors,” you explained. “Since elementary school. We were always competing—who could get the best grades, who could finish their homework first. It’s been like that forever.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. “Do you hate him?”

You laughed, thinking for a moment. “If I could push him off a cliff, I probably would.”

Hyunjin grinned. “Would you really, though?”

You hesitated, suddenly unsure. “...yes,” you admitted, half-joking.

Hyunjin chuckled, clearly sensing something. “Well, I hope I don’t hear about you two pushing each other off cliffs anytime soon.”

You shrugged with a playful smile. “No promises.”

--

Later, you were eating peacefully in the cafeteria, minding your own business, when Seungmin plopped his tray down across from you. He sat down without a word, digging into his food.

You raised an eyebrow, already knowing what was coming. “Let me guess... your friends are coming?”

Seungmin glanced at you lazily, a piece of bread halfway to his mouth. “No, they don’t wanna see you.”

You pouted, pretending to be offended. “I miss Hyunjin.”

“Then ask him out,” Seungmin replied lazily, taking a bite of his bread.

You paused mid-bite, your eyes narrowing as you stared at him. “You think I have a chance with him?”

Seungmin smirked, shaking his head. “No, he hates monkeys like you who throw erasers at people.”

You gasped, glaring at him. “I do not look like a monkey!”

“Sure, whatever helps you,” Seungmin teased, his grin widening. “And for the record, Hyunjin’s probably just being nice.”

You frowned, “He said I was pretty with my new haircut.”

Seungmin scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Do you know how much he lies? He probably tells that to everyone.”

You didn’t bother arguing. Instead, you decided to change tactics. “Help me get him to go out with me, then.”

Seungmin snorted. “Do it on your own. You’re big enough for that.”

You groaned dramatically, leaning across the table toward him. “If you help me, I’ll buy you something. Anything you want.”

Seungmin looked at you, considering it for a moment before shrugging. “Buy me a house."

You rolled your eyes, giving him a deadpan stare. “Never mind. I’ll do it myself.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying how easily you gave up. “Good luck, Juliet.”

--

It was Friday again, and somehow, you found yourself seated next to Seungmin—again. This time, however, you arrived early, a full thirty minutes ahead of your usual time. Feeling tired, you laid your head on the desk, hoping to catch a quick nap.

Just as you were dozing off, you felt a sharp knock on the desk, startling you awake. You looked up to see Seungmin grinning down at you, clearly enjoying your misery.

“Missing me that much, huh?” he teased. “You’re thirty minutes earlier than usual.”

You groaned, rubbing your eyes. “We basically see each other every day. I’m already sick of it,” you replied with a shrug.

Seungmin chuckled, settling into his seat beside you. “You’ll survive. Anyway, I need to copy your assignment.”

You blinked, sitting up straight. “We had an assignment?”

“Seriously?” Seungmin raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. He reached into his bag and pulled out his own paper, handing it to you. “Here, just copy mine before Ma’am shows up.”

You took the paper from him, still confused. “Wait, I thought you said you didn’t do the assignment either?”

“I forgot that I had,” Seungmin said casually, smirking. “Now hurry up before it’s too late.”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your pen and started copying the assignment, scribbling quickly while glancing at the door every few seconds to make sure the teacher wasn’t close. As you worked, you couldn’t help but notice the shift between you and Seungmin. There was a time when you would’ve refused to help him—or worse, argued with him endlessly. But now? It felt... different. There was a weird sense of comfort in these small moments.

"What now? does our fighting over who finish assignments first done?" you laugh,

"Then give me back my paper. I've changed my mind."

You didn’t hate it. In fact, you kind of liked it.

--

 Seungmin was sipping on his water bottle backstage when Hyunjin approached him, all casual as ever.

“Seungmin,” Hyunjin started, leaning against the wall beside him. “Do you like her?”

Seungmin paused mid-sip, glancing sideways at Hyunjin with a raised brow. “What are you talking about?”

Hyunjin gave him a knowing look. “I’ve known you for years, dude. I know when you like someone.”

Seungmin snorted, trying to brush it off. “Why would that matter to you?”

“Well,” Hyunjin said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “if I asked her out, would you get mad?”

Seungmin’s eyes widened slightly before he quickly masked it, his expression turning nonchalant. “Why would I care?”

Hyunjin tilted his head, smirking as if testing Seungmin’s reaction. “Really?”

Seungmin waved his hand dismissively, though his jaw tightened slightly. “What am I, a matchmaker for you two? Why are you even asking for my opinion? I don’t care.”

Hyunjin chuckled and slung an arm around Seungmin’s shoulders. “Thanks, bro. That’s all I needed to know.”

As Hyunjin walked away, Seungmin clenched his water bottle a little too tightly. He wasn’t sure what irritated him more—the fact that Hyunjin seemed interested in you, or the fact that you two were making him feel like some kind of third wheel. Whatever it was, it was starting to get under his skin.

--

Seungmin was making his way back to the classroom, balancing a small box of milk he’d grabbed for you from the cafeteria. He'd overheard you mention wanting one earlier, so without a second thought, he picked one up, hoping to surprise you.

As he neared the classroom door, he paused when he heard your voice. You were deep in conversation with one of your friends, and for some reason, curiosity got the better of him. He stood just outside, hidden by the doorframe, listening.

"Why do you hate Seungmin so much, anyway?" your friend asked.

Seungmin’s ears perked up at the question, his grip tightening around the milk carton. He wasn’t sure why he was still standing there, but he couldn’t move. He just waited.

You sighed before answering, "He's so annoying. Always teasing me, always acting like he’s better than me. He’s infuriating."

Each word hit him harder than he expected, like tiny jabs that made his heart sink deeper and deeper. He already knows this what you felt for him but he doesn't know why it still hurts. He could feel his chest tighten, his breath coming out a little shallower as he stayed rooted to the spot.

But then you added something else, something he missed. A quieter tone followed the harshness of your earlier words. It was softer, almost like you were reflecting on something.

"Lately though... I don’t know. I guess I’ve started to see that maybe he’s not that bad."

But Seungmin didn’t hear those words. He had already turned away, stepping back before he could catch the change in your tone. His heart, now heavier, urged him to walk in the opposite direction, so that’s exactly what he did. The milk, once meant to be a small gesture of kindness, now felt pointless in his hand.

PE class rolled around, and with no rehearsal scheduled, you entered the gym, spotting Seungmin as usual. You both ended up being partners again—something that had become routine at this point. There were no protests, no over-the-top objections. Just quiet acceptance.

The first activity was jogging, but you immediately noticed something was off. Normally, Seungmin would be teasing you the whole time, making snarky comments about how slow you were. But today, he was silent.

"One minute," you said, reading his time on the stopwatch. Normally, this would prompt a laugh from him, followed by some sarcastic remark about how you'd be the first one caught in a zombie apocalypse.

But today, he just nodded and moved on to the next activity without a word. Weird.

The next exercise was push-ups. You barely managed four before collapsing, groaning in exhaustion. Seungmin, on the other hand, breezed through twenty without breaking a sweat. You tried to compliment him in a lowkey way, but he didn’t react—just kept going like a machine.

What is up with him?

Then came the sit-ups. You held down Seungmin’s toes, though it didn’t seem like he needed any help. His form was perfect, and he didn’t even look your way. The proximity of the exercise made you search for his eyes, but every time you tried to make eye contact, he avoided looking at you.

When it was your turn, you felt exhausted by your fifth sit-up, and Seungmin held your toes firmly in place. This time, he watched you more intently, though you couldn’t see him since you were focusing on the exercise. Only when you glanced up did he quickly avert his gaze.

After class, you caught him trying to leave and stopped him in his tracks.

“Seungmin, what’s going on with you?” you asked, planting yourself in front of him.

He gave you a blank look. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re acting... weirdly weird today. Did something happen?”

Seungmin sighed, clearly not in the mood for a conversation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said flatly, brushing past you.

You caught his arm before he could fully walk away. “Hey, you can talk to me. If something’s wrong, just tell me.”

He paused, looking at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before saying coldly, “Why would I? We’re not friends.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You froze, watching as he walked away, feeling a strange pang in your chest.

Later, you sat next to Hyunjin, watching Seungmin perform his scenes on stage. He still ignored you, going through the motions of his role flawlessly, but there was no denying the distance between you now. The way he looked past you, as if you weren’t there, made you feel... sad.

“What’s up with him?” you muttered to Hyunjin. “He’s been acting strange all day.”

Hyunjin smirked. “He’s probably mad about what I told him.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What did you tell him?”

Hyunjin chuckled softly, leaning closer. “I told him I like you. And that I was going to ask you out.”

You blinked in surprise, staring at him. “Wait... what?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why else would he be jealous?”

“Jealous?” you repeated, confused. “Why would he be jealous?”

Hyunjin let out a soft laugh. “I don’t know if you and Seungmin are both idiots, or if you’re just blind.”

“Ouch,” you said, feigning offense, though your mind was spinning. Jealous? Seungmin?

Hyunjin’s laugh faded into a small smile, and after a moment of silence, he sighed. “Wow, my confession really flew under the radar, huh?”

You looked at him, feeling a little guilty. Oh... right. His confession.

You smiled awkwardly. “Wait, was it serious? Or were you just joking?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “You think I’m a joker like that puppy?” He nodded toward Seungmin, who was still on stage.

Normally, this would be the moment where you’d blush, stammer, and lose your mind. But something didn’t feel right. There was something nagging at you, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“I...”

Before you could respond, Hyunjin raised a hand, cutting you off. “Actually, you know what? Don’t answer me yet. I’ll wait until after the play presentation.”

He smiled, and you smiled back, though it felt forced.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m just getting my water bottle,” Seungmin’s voice broke the moment as he stepped between you two, grabbing his bottle.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he was gone before you could. You stared after him, feeling more confused than ever.

-

In the past, this type of bickering was normal between you two. You had always gotten on each other's nerves, and usually, you'd be happy to ignore him, savoring the peace and quiet. But this time felt different. Why were you so affected by his silence? Why did it feel like a hollow pit had formed in your chest, waiting for him to fill it? You hated him, didn’t you? You used to hate him—right? But now, all you felt was a growing sense of confusion and frustration, like you were waiting for something that never came.

Seungmin had been avoiding you for three days now, and at first, you brushed it off, assuming he had something on his mind. But as time went on, the weight of his silence pressed harder. It wasn’t just affecting the play—it was affecting you. His avoidance felt more personal than it ever had before, and it gnawed at you until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

"Seungmin, let's talk." You caught up to him backstage, your voice firmer than usual, trying to mask the vulnerability you were starting to feel.

"Why?" he responded coldly, not even looking in your direction.

You blinked, taken aback by the sharpness of his tone. "What do you mean, 'why'? We obviously need to talk about something."

"I don't want to," he replied like a stubborn child, folding his arms defensively.

You groaned, frustration bubbling inside you. "Stop giving me that bratty attitude, Seungmin. Let's just talk, okay?" Without thinking, you grabbed his wrist, dragging him toward the exit door for privacy.

Once you were both outside, you turned to face him, still gripping his wrist. "Are you angry at me?" you asked softly, though the edge of desperation in your voice betrayed you.

Seungmin pulled his hand away from your grasp, shrugging. "We're normally angry at each other," he muttered, staring at the ground as if avoiding your gaze would shield him from the conversation.

You furrowed your brows, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "Seungmin, we both know something has changed between us. We’re… sort of friends now, right? Why are you acting like this?"

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Why? This is normal. We’ve always been like this. Why are you suddenly acting like something's different?"

Your chest tightened, and you swallowed hard. "So I’m still just an enemy to you?" The words slipped out, raw and vulnerable, and you hated yourself for how much it hurt. You could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back quickly. "Because for me—" Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to continue. "For me, things changed. I’ll be honest with you. I hated you so much before, Seungmin. I mean, if I could’ve thrown you into the fire pit, I would’ve done it in a heartbeat." You laughed bitterly, trying to lighten the mood, but your heart ached as you realized the truth. "But now, I see you as a friend."

Seungmin's breath hitched at your confession, and for a moment, his walls seemed to crack. But then his jaw clenched, and he shook his head. "No."

You stared at him, bewildered. "No? What do you mean 'no'?"

His voice was strained, like he was forcing the words out. "Why are you doing this to me? Why can’t you just focus on Hyunjin and pretend like I’m not even here?"

"Why would I do that?" you asked, confusion lacing your words.

Seungmin's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "Because you like him," he bit out. "You like Hyunjin, and you’ve hated me since the day we met."

You stepped closer, lowering your voice, "Seungmin… I told you. We're past that stage of hating each other."

His laugh was hollow, bitter. "You’ve hated me since we were kids. Do you have any idea how much that hurt? But you know what? I preferred it that way. I’d rather you keep hating me than whatever this is."

You were silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. It hit you hard—the realization that Seungmin had always been more affected by your feelings than you’d thought. And now, he was clinging to the past because it was easier to accept your hatred than deal with the uncertainty of whatever you were becoming now.

"But I don't hate you anymore," you said softly, your voice gentle but firm.

His gaze flickered up to meet yours for the briefest second before he looked away again, a storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes. His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"Then what do you feel now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

It was a question you hadn’t fully answered yourself. What did you feel? What had changed between you two? The hate had faded long ago, replaced by something warmer, something deeper. But how could you put it into words when you weren’t sure what those feelings even were?

"I don’t know," you admitted, your voice trembling. "But I know I don’t want to keep ignoring it. I don’t want to keep pretending like we’re still stuck in the past. I care about you, Seungmin, and I—"

He cut you off, his voice sharp but shaky, "Stop. Don’t say it. Please."

His plea was laced with fear, and you could see it now—the fear of getting hurt, of being vulnerable. Seungmin had always hidden behind his teasing and sharp words, but now, as he stood before you, walls crumbling, you realized just how much he had been protecting himself all along.

"Seungmin..." You took a step closer, your hand hesitating before reaching out to touch his arm. "You don’t have to push me away."

He closed his eyes, his shoulders tense, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away again. But then, he sighed, the weight of his emotions too heavy to bear alone anymore. "You don’t get it," he whispered, his voice raw. "I’m scared. Scared that if you don’t hate me, you’ll realize… I’ve liked you for so long, and I don’t know how to handle that."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. The tension, the unspoken words, all of it finally made sense. You felt your chest tighten as you processed his words, the vulnerability behind them cutting deep.

Seungmin liked you.

And somehow, deep down, you’d known.

-

The day of the play had arrived, and for the first time, a tight knot of nerves twisted in your stomach. You'd performed in front of people before, but this time felt different. This time, you weren’t just performing in front of a crowd—you were performing in front of him.

As you paced backstage, waiting for the curtain to rise, you couldn’t help but glance around anxiously, searching for Seungmin. The others were already in place, getting ready for the opening act. But Seungmin… he was nowhere to be seen.

Your heart raced as minutes ticked by. What if he didn’t show up? What if his feelings, the tension between you, had driven him away? You shook your head, trying to focus, but the anxiety clung to you like a second skin.

The stage manager called for the cast to take their places, and you stepped toward the stage, dread settling deep in your chest. The lights dimmed, the curtains rustled, and the play was about to begin. But Seungmin—where was he?

Just as the opening music started and your heart sank, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned and saw him. Seungmin, slightly out of breath, his eyes locking with yours as he walked into place. He gave you a small, reassuring nod, and you felt a rush of relief. He had made it.

You took a deep breath, letting his presence calm you, and when the curtains finally rose, you stepped into your role. The lights blinded you for a second, and the sound of the audience rustled in the background, but none of that mattered. Your focus was on one person.

Seungmin.

You went through your lines, heart pounding in your chest. The audience faded away, and it was just the two of you on stage. But when you looked into Seungmin’s eyes, delivering your lines, it felt too real—like every word you spoke wasn’t part of the play but something deeper.

And then came the moment. The pivotal line.

As you reached the climax of your scene, Seungmin stepped closer, his gaze steady and intense. “I love you,” he said, his voice clear and sincere.

Your breath caught in your throat. The weight of his words, delivered in that moment, felt electric. It wasn’t just a line; it was a declaration that cut through the scripted lines and went straight to your heart.

Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill over. You weren’t supposed to cry here—not in this scene—but it was impossible to hold back the emotion. The intensity of the moment, standing before him as he revealed his feelings, overwhelmed you.

Seungmin’s gaze softened, and for a second, the audience faded away. It was just you and him, wrapped in a moment that felt like the truth finally breaking through.

You tried to respond, but the weight of his confession hung in the air, filling the space between you. You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

The play continued, but all you could think about was Seungmin’s words. He had spoken them as part of the script, but they felt so real, so genuine. Something shifted in the atmosphere between you two—something undeniable.

As the final act came to a close, and you took your bow, the audience erupted in applause. But even then, your eyes were only on Seungmin, wondering if he felt the same shift in the air between you two. Something had changed. Something profound. And while you weren’t sure where it would lead, for now, you were content just to hold on to the moment, letting it linger as the lights dimmed and the curtains closed.

For now, the stage had played its part, but what came next was something only time would tell.

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Safe Keeping | 2

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"What say you, lady? Don't you think the Hound would make a fine husband? He would protect you, yes, and you would bear him many babes." I curtsy again but this time, my voice falters when I speak, "I- I think he would," I turn to my left, "Lord Sandor would make a fine husband... a fine father."

Sandor Clegane x Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, forced marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut (dub con, primal play, PIV, rough sex), emotional unavailability, The Hound being abrasive, canon typical casual misogyny, baby fever, typos, etc.

A/N: you guys, i dont want to edit the summary from p1 so i wont. also for future me here are the asks i got for this fic [x] [x] [x] which is like 🤯 cos i thought id get 5 notes on this tbh HAHAH originally posted on ao3 but felt like posting it on here

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I refused to leave my chambers when I woke.

Not only had I cried myself to sleep, but I had woken with puffy eyes and ended up crying all over again. I was glad that my doting handmaiden was so fiercely loyal to me. Lucy didn't think my weeping childish. She was understanding and eternally on my side. I am immensely grateful for it; I don't know what I would have done without her.

She helped me bathe and dress and eat, then entertained me with gossip from the servants. For a while that was enough.

As the day passed though, my thoughts muddled and left me restless. I could not do anything but obsess over the fact my husband left me after wifing me up.

"Do you think he will come back tonight?" I mutter as I stare blankly at my reflection on the mirror.

Lucy ceases combing my hair and takes my chin in her fingers. Paired with a hand on my shoulder, she silently urges me to straighten my back from my seat. I do just that. She smiles at me through the mirror, "my lady, if you wish it, I will look for him and make him come to you."

I release a breath, "don't be ridiculous."

"I am not being ridiculous," she sets the brush down, "I am being serious."

I feel my throat tighten. My lips quiver but I refuse to break down in tears again. I shake my head rapidly, unwilling to speak, for I knew I would crack if I did.

Lucy frowns in concern then kneels down on my side, grabbing my hand, "my lady, I would die for you."

I screw my eyes shut and break into a whine, "please-"

"I owe you my life," she clasps my hand with hers and brings it to her cheek, "you freed me from my chains. You clothed me, fed me, and showed me kindness none of my masters have ever shown me before," she looks up at me with a solemn expression then repeats, "I would die for you."

I shake my head and lean into her, "live for me, Lucy. I've forgotten what's it was like before you and I don't want to remember."

She kisses my hand and presses her forehead on mine before standing, "I shall do as you command."

She stands behind me and gathers my hair back. She strokes my locks and offers me a smile through the mirror once more. I smile back at her this time around.

The comfort she offers me finally seeps through me as she massages my shoulders.

"I pray the gods will swiftly bless me with a child so that I will have other things to do than await my husband so helplessly and forlorn."

"Well, you said that he pleasured you," Lucy tilts her head, "women who have not been pleasured still bea-

Lucy is cut off by the crashing open of the door. She and I both whip back, hearts in our mouths as we stare at our Lord Clegane, who was staring right back at us.

"What's wrong with you?" he demands. The metal of his armor clanks. I eye the one Lucy tidied to the side, the one I undid the night before, and turn back to him. His brown eyes look at me with such intense accusation.

I feel my hands tremble. I cannot for the life of me find the words to speak. 

What did he even mean? How could he ask me this?

"No one has seen you all day," he says, "have you not left this room once?'

"She 'asn't," Lucy snaps, "milady has been feeling-"

"I wasn't talking to you, wench," the Hound does not turn to her when he says this. His eyes are very much still fixed on me, "I'm talking to my wife."

My wife. I look away. That's right, all that I am now is forfeit to him.

I gasp and turn back when I hear him marching over. Lucy places a protective hand on my shoulder and I find myself cowering into her touch. I clench my jaw and gulp when he stops in front of me.

He gazes upon me for the longest second of my life. He furrows his brows, "what's wrong with your fa-"

I flinch when he reaches out to my cheek.

Instantaneously, Lucy tightens her grip on me and blocks him, and Sandor cuts himself off and recoils before he can even touch my skin. He steps a few paces back then clenches his hand as if he'd gotten burnt.

We both evade each other's gaze. Sandor's eyes finally land on Lucy, "has she been crying?"

Lucy's blood boils. She hisses, "yes," then harshly pronounces, "milord."

Sandor turns away and twitches. He rolls his shoulders back and stretches his hands. He knocks on his chest plate. He looks to no one when he asks, "are you hurt?"

Lucy takes no care in masking her scoff or sigh. I take her arm and she watches me shake my head disapprovingly.

I do not look at anyone when I reply either, "I cannot say I'm not... lord husband."

A thick silence builds in the room within a moment.

When I dare too look at the Hound, he is already looking at me and suddenly speaks, "leave us, wench."

I turn to Lucy. She does not move an inch.

I give her an urging shake, but she is steadfast in her spot. Our Lord Clegane turns to her and grinds his teeth, "you will find I do not make habit of repeating myself."

I shoot up from my seat when Lucy presses forward and quips, "and you will find that I will not allow you to treat milady like this."

"Lucy!" I admonish, yanking her back.

Lucy glares daggers at him as I attempt to pacify and persuade her to leave us. Her eyes do not leave him as I sweep her out the room. I instruct her to walk around the gardens for a while then close the door after.

I press my back against the wooden surface as I look back to the man I was now alone with.

Sandor watches me expectantly. I do not say a word, for I did not know what he wanted to hear.

He finally breaks the silence, "you walk well enough."

I am dumbfounded by his choice of words. I dare not respond when I feel my lips quiver; instead, I nod quickly.

Sandor deeply furrows his brows. He shifts on his spot and chances a step in my direction, "why didn't you come out your room then?"

I lick my lips and shake my head. I turn away from him and mutter, "do I appear like I am in the state to be walking around when I look like this?"

"Like what?" he draws nearer.

I whip my head, "THIS!"

Sandor stops in his tracks. He looks at me, expressionless, "this what?"

I scoff in disbelief, feeling tears immediately soak my face. I whisper, "look at me."

"I am, with both eyes."

"And you see nothing?" I mutter shakily, "feel nothing?'

"Should I feel something?"

My chest sinks; it feels like it's caving in. He might as well gut me and spit on my bones. I turn to my feet and wipe my cheeks, "no. I suppose not."

Sandor curses under his breath. He rips at his collar, suddenly feeling his armour weigh down on him. He feels unbelievably hot. He clears his throat, "it hurts."

I look up at him.

"It hurts the first time, usually," he clarifies, "or in times you're not wet enough." He nods, "you were wet enough."

My entire being burns at his words, at his nonchalance. My face is searing in embarrassment and shame.

I want to scream at him, want to hurtle into him and demand to know why he left me, why he was so removed, but then I find the answers in my head. It dawns on me that he acted carelessly because he didn't care. He didn't want this. He didn't want me. All of it was forced. And so I hold my tongue.

Instead, I calmly explain, "my hurt is not bodily, Sandor."

Sandor's stomach rolls at the sound of his name.

"I was," I turn to space between us, "hurt that you left me. And-" I shake my head as tears rush from my eyes, "I've realized now that it's wrong of me to be."

I put a brave face on in spite of my weeping and hold his stare. The man is as stoic and hard as ever. I scoff at myself for feeling this way.

"Worry no longer, Hound," I open the door, "I will not cause you trouble again."

I step back and make way for him to exit.

He looks at me for what feels like an eternity then marches out the door.

"And have you-"

Lucy and I gasp and turn at once.

"-named it yet, Lady Clegane?"

I chuckle guilty, "Lord Varys."

The man nods to me in regard, "good morrow to you."

I curtsy to him, as does my handmaiden. Lucy lifts her skirt as inconspicuously as possible in hopes to block what was behind her.

Varys catches this and waves his hands, "there be no need for that, my dear. The stray is an obedient one, isn't it?"

I share a look with Lucy before we step back and reveal the dog behind us. Daisy was panting and wagging her tail. She had her front paw bent, for it had been broken and healed that way. I had a maester examine it. In the end, he said it was pointless to put a split because it would not fix her leg and Daisy just kept chewing it anyway.

Daisy closes her mouth and sniffs the man.

"Ah," Varys smiles at the creature, "may I pet it?"

Lucy nods and eagerly explains, "she's Daisy; she is incredibly sweet, milord."

Varys cheerfully scratches the crown of the dog's head.

Though he laughs, my own face contorts into an opposite expression, "please make no note of it to my husband."

Varys looks at me exaggeratedly, as though he was offended.

I continue, "she makes me happy."

"One does not need to be told that to know," he presses his lips together. He links his hands, "I imagine you must be rather heavyhearted since the arrival of your womanly bleeding."

I drop my gaze upon hearing this. The master of whispers truly knew all. Lucy turns to me, then back to him, "milord, it's not proper to mention these things."

Varys measures my reaction before turning to Lucy, "yes. I suppose one such as myself has no business speaking of such things." He raises a finger, "still, if you should ever need assistance with that or your stray, know that my services are available to you, my lady."

I smile at him and nod, "I thank you for it, Lord Varys."

With that, he walks away.

"Do you think he will tell him?" Lucy asks as she grabs my arm.

I sigh and turn Daisy.

I've only had her for few days but she's given me purpose. I named her Daisy because she turned up from a bush of daisies while I read in the gardens. I was shocked, puzzled with how she got there, and a little scared she would bite me. When I noticed her injury, I figured she must be very weak and offered her food. She had my heart the moment she licked my fingers.

It was fate, I figured. I had not read in the gardens since the Hound berated me for it, and she came out of nowhere. When I imagine what would have happened to her if anyone else found her, I dread to think of the fact she could have been struck dead. The gods must have sent her to me, to remedy my sorrow and fill in for the absence of my Hound.

I was meant to save Daisy, and she was meant to save me.

I shake my head, "I'll have someone keep her tonight."

The Hound stops in his tracks when he witnesses what he does from afar. A blazing fury engulfs him as he watches two women walk away. The guard, who was spoken to, ogle their figures as they did.

Sandor laughs under his breath, but of course, nothing about this situation was funny to him.

He immediately charges when the guard is left alone, stupidly attending to an open crate-- he'll fucking bash it into his skull.

The guard goes back to his post and spots the approaching giant. At first, he is unfazed by the Hound but fear quickly finds him when he realizes he was heading straight for him.

He does not speak. The Hound simply grabs him by the chest plate, lifts him up and slams him on to the stone wall. He was angry-- worse, he was irrational.

"Why was she speaking to you?!" he snaps, "what business do you have with her?!"

The guard does not waste a second in spilling his guts, "Lady Clegane paid me to watch her dog!" He sounded like he was about to piss his pants.

"What?!" he seethes.

"The crate! The crate! There's a dog in the crate!" 

Sandor shoves him away and walks toward the crate. Lo and behold, the Hound sees the mutt, fur a light shade of brown, tongue out as it pant, right arm curled up.

He draws his sword.

Lucy and I head back to my chambers after eating supper. Our chattering is abruptly cut when he step in and see the Hound's hulking figure.

To say I am shocked is an understatement. I am terrified. He has not come to my chambers since the day after our wedding night, and now, here he was after Lord Varys confronted me. I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat, "my lord, I-"

"Don't you have one too many dogs now?" he growls.

Lucy is unable to hide the sound that leaves her mouth. My eyes begin to water as trepidation rips up my neck. I whisper, "Sandor."

Sandor flinches. He huffs, "what were you doing with it? You playing dolls with it, girl?"

"I saved her!" I explain with a shaky voice. "I fed her, gave her water-"

"Its leg is broken. You keep it in a crate. It's mercy for me to kill it."

Lucy gasps. My stomach drops and I run up to him, "no. Please. Please, tell me you didn't-"

I start when I see something move on the bed. I let out a shaky breath when a bark echoes in the room. I had never been more relieved to see Daisy than now.

Sandor growls, "OFF!" He marches to the bed and charges at the her. I shriek and grab his arm, holding him back. Of course, I nearly shoot forward for what was my strength against his? Still, he turns back to me and huffs. Daisy jumps down the bed and comes to my side.

Lucy grabs her and leads her to the corner of the room.

I continue to beg, "please, don't kill her. Please, I beg of you."

"You pay the guards to watch the mutt," Sandor yanks his arm away; the action hurts my hand. He seethes, "you're better off selling the bitch to a butcher as pig food."

I wail, "it was only this time! I have kept her with me since before." I drop to my knees, "please, I will ask nothing more of you," hot tears burn down all the way down to my chest. "I beg that you just let her live."

Sandor steps back and looks down at me. I can see how pathetic he thinks I am at this moment, and yet I find myself unable to care.

"You will ask me nothing more, aye?" he scoffs. His lips curl, "don't you want a child?"

My expression drops.

"You would rather save the bitch than have a babe?"

I am unable to speak. 

Why is he doing this to me?

"Well?!" he demands.

I screw my eyes shut when some of his spit sputters to my face. I turn to the floor, "she's been keeping me company in your absence. She's-"

"Ah, so that's why she feels so comfortable on the bed. You sleep with her."

I look up at him, about to explain that she sleeps on the floor and has never done that before. I do not have the chance.

"Well then keep your stray," he scoffs, "and have it fuck a babe into you."

The Hound storms off right after.

He grips his hand and his hilt as he marches away.

He should have killed it, he shouldn't have hesitated. The only reason he did was because it didn't flinch at his sword. The mutt was so dumb it had no fear. It even propped on the crate and tried sniffing the steel. Brainless.

His insides feel like they were boiling.

He knew the little girl would weep if he killed it, yet he didn't and there were tears anyway. He curses loudly. It reverberates in the hall.

He should have killed it.

Now it was too late.

"I see you make friends even with stray cats now, my lady."

I look over my shoulder after the cat I was petting runs off because of the voice. Lord Baelish comes up to me, sparing a quick glance to the orange feline that jumped down the wall. He turns back to me with a smile, "pardon me, Lady Clegane, I did not mean to frighten the kitty."

I shake my head, returning a soft smile. I wrap my arms around myself, still not entirely used to the light fabric and freeness of the dresses I've been wearing lately, "it's alright, my lord. The cats do not like people."

Baelish walks in front of me and smiles wider, "they must see you their goddess then."

I shake my head and give a soft chuckle.

"Where is your hound?" he asks.

I stiffen.

He clarifies, "I mean the one with the broken leg."

I release a breath and look out to the view, "I had my handmaiden bathe her."

"Mmm," Baelish looks out to the view with me, "thus why you sought the cats."

A breeze brushes past us.

I do not turn to him, but I know he turns to me. He speaks, "one such as you should not be left alone or unaccompanied."

"Why? Would you hurt me, Lord Baelish?"

He chuckles, "and risk getting mauled by the Hound? I would not."

I watch as a flock of birds fly overhead.

"Other things perhaps," he says.

I do not respond to him.

A moment passes with nothing but looking and silence.

I feel his hot breath when he sighs deeply, "I remember clearly the day I first met you."

Baelish speaks my first name and it's enough to finally make me to turn to him. In truth, my name sounds foreign to me. Who I was has been long overshadowed by Lady Clegane... or, more accurately, the Hound himself.

"You were a vibrant flower. Your fragrance wafted through the room the moment you stepped in," he says, taking one step closer. "Being around you was a privilege; conversing with you, a prize."

I blink at his words, taking in the lines of his face, "and now," I clasp my hands together, "I've withered away, have I?"

His Baelish-blue eyes appear to be solemn. My lips part when he takes my hands in his. He speaks under his breath, "you are more radiant than ever."

I do not move an inch.

"Take heart," he speaks my name again, "hounds are crushed under heels of goddesses."

I pull away from him and shake my head, "do not speak blasphemy with me."

He laughs, bringing his hands behind him, "ever devout and god-fearing." He raises an arm, "shall we part ways by the stables? I will be heading out of the keep."

I debate for a moment. Ultimately, I offer polite smile and decide to agree.

We walk with no sense of urgency. I never knew Petyr to be one for small talk, and so I am surprised that he asks me about my dresses. In truth, I really shouldn't have been.

"Your dresses are Dornish, are they not?" he raises a brow.

"Dornish-like," I clarify, "it was my usual tailor that made my new dresses. I feared if I asked a Dornish tailor for a modest silhouette, I'd be colder than I am now."

We share a soft laugh.

He shrugs, "the style suits you still," he smiles. "Undoubtedly, the Dornes would love to dress you in their more traditional clothing."

I purse my lips and raise my brows, "wouldn't you like that, Petyr?"

He chuckles, slightly in disbelief by the casual referral. He raises his hands, "I said the Dornes. I am not Dornish, my dear."

When we reach the stables, I stop in my tracks, not because we're about to depart, but because his words freeze me in my spot.

"Surely, our Lord Clegane finds it hard to keep his hands off you."

I do my best to stay neutral, to not give myself away. Baelish holds back a smirk.

"Wouldn't you like to know what me and Lord Clegane get up to?"

Baelish laughs, "if I'm being honest, I do."

I roll my eyes at him and nod dismissively, "farewell, my lord."

He nods back with a chuckles, "and you, my lady."

I promptly head to my chambers after this. As I walk on, however, I remember that another day has passed with me not seeing Lord Clegane. I am unsure if it was deliberate or coincidental, but it was the fact either way.

It had been a handful of days since my monthly bleeding passed. I was never a regular bleeder, and when it came this time around, it stayed longer than usual. I was glad with his absence then, in not needing to explain myself to my him. The moment it had finished, however, I expected I would at least see him once.

I did not.

This lead to my decision to be more... seductive.

And, well yes, or course, he yelled at me and told me to have my bitch fuck me instead-- truly, there was a large pit of dread in my stomach because of this, but people say a lot of things in anger, things they don't mean. He could not have meant that.

I rub my belly, willing the dread away.

I refuse to believe he meant that.

I suck in a breath and decide to head to the king's chambers.

Besides, I've been assured over and under that men really like making babies.

My breath hitches when I catch sight of the Hound, guarding the door. I see him do a double take when he spots me, and yet he gazes into space in the end.

"Good evening, my lord," I curtsy at him.

He grunts with exasperation, "what are you doing here?"

"I wanted," I measure my words carefully, "to request you not stay out late tonight."

The man turns his head fully to me, "what?"

I feel my throat itch. I clear my throat, "I was hoping that you come to my chambers before too late."

Sandor shifts in his spot. He eyes me up and down. I feel like I am being burned alive under his gaze.

He looks away and shifts back in place.

I open my mouth but I don't get to speak at all.

"Dog. Dog! Come inside, I-" King Joffrey calls but then ceases when he steps out of the room and sees me. 

I immediately curtsy, "my king. Good evening."

Joffrey raises a brow and demands to know why I'm here, referring to me by the house I was born into.

I offer him a smile, "I wanted to speak to my lord husband, your grace."

His face contorts in deep bewilderment. He opens his mouth and raises a finger, "why would you come h-" he turns to the Hound and stops himself. He breaks into a laugh. He laughs so hard that he clutches his stomach, "oh!" He wheezes, "oh, I've forgotten about that!"

King Joffrey calms down with a sigh. He from to his Kingsguard then to me, eyeing my attire. He chuckles under his breath as his eyes rake me down, "I see your wife has dressed to seduce you, dog." His looks up to my face, "or wouldn't that make you bitch?"

I do not respond for a moment, put on the spot by his malice, but then my wits finally meet me. I curtsy to the king, "I am what my king makes me to be."

Joffrey laughs airily. He shakes his head, "my, dog," he turns to his guard, "I've truly matched you well," he pats his shoulder plate, "too well, in fact."

He then retreats into his chambers, calling out as he did, "you're dismissed, dog. Breed your bitch as you like."

The door slams shut.

I release a breath once the king leaves, clutching my belly as I did so.

Sandor does not move an inch from his spot. He does not look at me.

I begin to get nervous all over again. I try, "husband?"

"You think I'll answer to your whistle just because you're dressed like a whore?"

My face hardens. I look away from him. I mean I expected as much.

I swallow the lump in my throat, "I only wanted to please you-"

He scoffs.

I look back at him, "I will dress more modestly if it is what you'd like."

"I'd like not to see you whoring around."

I am unable to withhold my scoff, "I am what my lord makes me out to be."

The Hound finally spares me a glance. I glare at him as I curtsy, "apologies for the impertinence." I turn on my heels and walk away. My anger and vexation gets the best of me. I cannot help but jeer, "if my dress angers you so, take it off me then."

Sandor shifts on his spot.

I continue down the hall.

His lips curl as he growls lowly, "run."

I do not hear anything but my own grumbling.

"Run, little girl!" he barks, making me jolt and turn back to him with a scowl. The irritation is apparent in my face as I stop at the end of the hall, "what?"

The Hound begins to march over. My heart races as I hear him warn, "run, if you know what's good for you"

I begin to shuffle back.

"I'll tear that shit off your body when I catch you."

I break into a sprint at the sound of his threat.

I don't look back. I heave heavily as I rush down the halls. I don't hear him chasing after me, though once I'm far, I see him treading fast as the times he's dragged me by the arm. My stomach flurries with anxiousness and regret.

When I reach my chambers, I mentally debate whether or not I should lock the door. I gulp at the idea of him breaking it down. I decide I do not want a memory such as that to be branded into my brain.

I gasp when he bursts into the room. I grip my skirts from the edge of the bed where where I sat.

The Hound locks the door before walking over to me. He grabs my shoulders and shoves me down on my belly.

I squeak when he grabs my skirts and rips it all the way up my ribs. He scoffs, "fucking parchment."

I hear him grab something by my vanity. I do not dare to look at him. I proceed to hear him undo his armor and his clothes.

I hear a pop. I yelp when he grabs my smallclothes and yanks them down. I groan into the cushions when I feel his fingers toy with my folds.

"Don' fink you nee' vis," he speaks like something was in his mouth. He pulls his hand away and suddenly the smell of my lavender oil assaults my senses. I hear a squelch. Something is thrown to my side; it's my vial.

I squeak when he grabs my hips. He sighs, "you're ready on your own." We both make noises when he begins to thrust into me. The Hound growls, "little girl likes to be chased."

I am shoved into the cushions. My entire body tenses.

"You want to dress like a whore," he taunts, "I'll fuck you like a whore."

His tempo is brutal and harsh. He does not relent or give me leeway. It's strange and shameful that my body even feels tingles of pleasure.

I cannot help the screams that rip out of my throat. Had I not been faced down on the cushion, I fear that I would have woken the dead.

I call out his name when he hoists my hips up. My toes could no longer touch the floor. He begins moving faster. My hands dig into the sheets. I feel my eyes water.

The Hound howls. He shoves me down and suddenly my feet are on the ground. He plunges deep, it makes my eyes roll back. His thrusts become increasingly irregular and after with a few more slaps, he stops.

I catch my breath, thanking the gods he's shown mercy.

I whine when I feel him pull away. I gulp and shift on my spot. I anticipate his next movements. I hear a rustle. I lift my head up and look back at him, confused by the sight of him tying himself up.

Was... was it done?

"Don't think to have that dress mended, girl," he pants as he grabs something from the floor. I roll on my back, feeling uneasy because of the wetness between my thighs. I watch him unlock the door and slam the door on his way out.

All hells were breaking loose. King's Landing was under attack, the castle was on fire, and Stannis Baratheon was winning.

All the women and children holed up in the queen's retreat chamber spilled out to gods know where.

My mind was racing, yet all I could think was: run, flee, Lucy, Daisy, Hound.

I was already running. I was already fleeing. I was doing both with Lucy in my grip. I had Lucy, but I did not have Daisy.

We were running up to my chambers. I left Daisy there, my poor Daisy. We were fleeing up the stairs in haste, sparing no time to catch a breath.

I had no idea what we were to do. We could bar the door, block it with our bed. Lucy and I could manage it, I think. Was it a good idea? Would it guarantee our safety? There was only one way we'd know.

I quickly open the door and lock it once Lucy and I are inside.

We take a moment to finally catch our breath. Lucy grabs my arms and I grab hers. I can feel her shaking. I rub her skin, "it will be alright. No harm will reach us here."

Lucy shakes her head, "milday, you and me both know that's not true."

My heart shatters when I catch the way her eyes water. "Shhh," I pull her into a hug, "have I ever failed you, Lucy?"

She seals her arms around me and whispers, "no."

"Nothing will happen to us," I rub her back, "I will protect you."

"And I, you," she pulls away, "as will Daisy," she wipes her tears before they fall, "and the 'ound."

We scream when we hear a voice in the room. We press our back against the wall and turn to the bed. A figure is sat on the floor by its side. What was said was, "your mutt is stupid."

Lucy and I clutch each other for dear life. I recognized that voice. I muster the courage to tiptoe towards the figure and breathe out shakily when I confirm the presence, "Sandor?"

The man turns to me as we walk up to him. Sandor had Daisy on his lap. She looked up and blinked at me before closing her eyes. She was being pet a bloody hand and did not mind at all.

"She was jumped on me when I walked in. She looked excited," he turns to Daisy, "stupid bitch. Anyone else would have chopped her up."

I find myself releasing a breath of relief. Here now was Daisy, and Hound. I had nothing left to think about.

I walk up to him, kneeling on his side. He turns to me. I examine his face, dirtied and bloodied, "are you hurt?"

He looks at me for a moment. I watch him slowly raise his hand. He cautiously touches my cheek. I clutch his wrist in my hands. He swipes his thumb on my skin, "save your tears." I didn't even know I shed them. "None of the fuckers got close enough to try."

He draws his hand back. He grunts as he gets to his feet. Daisy moves back, wobbling on her three legs; I move back too.

"Take your valuables," the Hound grunts, "we're fucking leaving."

I pull my head back. I watch the man survey the room.

Lucy runs up to my side and she wipes my cheek with her skirt. She watches the red collect on the fabric and wonders who it belonged to. She wagers it's not from her lord.

I shake my head in confusion as Sandor grabs a satchel and stuffs my jewelry in it, "I don't understand. Aren't you going to fight?"

"Fuck the fight," he quips as he shoves objects down and raids through the drawers and closets.

Lucy finishes wiping my face. I walk off and grab all my hidden pouches of gold. I hand it to Sandor, "what about the king?"

"Fuck the king," he takes the pouches and stuffs it into the bag, "fuck him especially."

Sandor then chucks the satchel to Lucy, who grunts when she catches it.

"The stupid fuck's done nothing but fuck around," he picks up Daisy, propping her front legs on his shoulder, "no good thing's come from that fuck." He takes me by the hand and mumbles, " 'cept for one."

He releases me only to unlock the door and hold me again. He does not let me go until we reach the outside of the keep.

The whole lot was in disarray; dead bodies, debris, and fire littered the scene. He hands me Daisy, and I struggle slightly to carry her, considering she was not a small breed. He walks not too far off and brings a wandering horse over.

It's a wonder we do not encounter anyone on this side of the castle, more so that we find a horse.

Sandor takes Daisy and puts her down before helping me mount the steed. My stomach rolls with how his touch lingered on my thigh once I was on.

Next, he took the satchel from Lucy and handed it to me. He then eyed her when she stepped forward, as if debating whether or not he wanted to bring her along. Before she or I could speak up about it, Sandor is already helping her climb up behind me. Lucy takes the satchel from me and eyes him after. He rolls his eyes.

He picked up Daisy and tried handing her to me. However, she struggled too much and could not fit in my arms, so he cursed and threw her back onto his shoulders. He grabbed the horse's reins and started walking.

"Fucking bitch, fucking wench, fucking horse, fucking war, fucking-"

[solarrclxud]

MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE

summary : this is goodbye my love. maybe in another life.

pairing : modern! wriothesley x reader (she/her pronouns used)

genre: angst (i tried) . modern au

warnings : not proofread , melancholy-ness . wriothesley smokes. 1 mention of cigs and a lighter.

a/n: idk what this is either babe .... its lil sad tho. kinda inspired by my own weird yearny feelings.

" We were so bad it weren't we" , she said , smiling and gazing up at the stars . A melancholy chuckle left his lips " Yeah...we were."

"I wish i would have said something." "I wish i could have too " Wriothesley said , clicking the lighter in an absentminded attempt to light a cigarette. She looked over at him . " Sometimes", he continued" I wish i would have told you , how i felt. Maybe if i had just told you .. we could have tried to work it out you know?" .

The cigarette lit , he watched the flames smolder slightly , dusting of the ash and lifting it to him lips . They stayed silent after that for a while. The music from the party was muffled by the balcony door , incoherent lyrics and bass vibrations filtered through the gap under it.

"Maybe" , she whispered . If it had been any louder Wriothesley wouldn't have heard it . But he hummed , urging her to continue ." Maybe it would have worked. wouldn't it have been wonderful?" .

He remained silent , thinking of what to say. He didn't know if he should tell her . The words on the tip of his tongue. Wriothesley longed to fill the silence between then as he looked at her .

" Maybe if we had more time.." He said . i still love you...after all this time is what he meant to say. They made no sound, as if afraid to shatter the precious moment. He though it would be stupid to ask her to love him again now. Years have passed , her hair is different , but so is his . But did that really matter?

He looked over to her , himchest heavy , i dont know what i had intended to say . They made no sound, as if afraid to shatter the precious moment. Her eyes were glossy as she leaned on the balcony .

She looked back at him and smiled. Oh that smile. It was as beautiful as he remebered , even though this time there was a melancholy tone to it. He smiled back and we both turned to the stars again. The smiles felt like an apology in a way . For both of their yearning and pain. A bandaid for and a candy after a doctors visit.

Wriothesley gazed at the moon . He sometimes feel like He was always meant to love her. Because if He wasn't , what was the purpose of this love to be there in him heart for the last 4 years?

The vines of nostalgia snaking around his heart , gripping it and squeezing like his blood itself ran through them. Maybe it did . Some nights his love for her overcame all else as he lay in bed and thought of all the " ifs" .

She too watched the moon . Thinking of her own nights, the ones she spent wondering what would have happened if she had said something before it was too late. It had been years. She always knew there was no point in hoping .

A part of them both reached out for the other , neither uttering a word in fear that they were the only one yearning . Deep inside their chest their hearts clenched . As if wishing. For things to go back to the way they were. But it wont happen today.

She shifted slightly on that balcony to be closer to him , their hands touched . The electricity of the touch ran through their veins as it they had been hit by lightning .

It means nothing they thought .

They only want comfort thats all .

The song in the background shifted to a softer more romantic one . The sound of angry boooos followed . She laughed . Moving away from him reluctantly and breaking their bubble . "We should get back" she said , the air felt thick , it refused to fill their lungs as they looked at eachother for the last time . She smiled and he smiled back. A last goodbye . A last apology. An i love you of sorts .

"Yeah, we should" .

Maybe in another life.

thank you !

[woofwoofwolf]

Go home, Hobie Brown

Hobie brown x reader

Part 2:

Notes: Alt reader, Aro Ace spec reader but this fic is still romantic in nature (bc im aro ace and this is wish fulfilment, so dont come for me if this doesnt line up with your lived experience), fluff, reader has anxiety over liking Hobie and he teases reader for it a lil, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, nicknames: babe and sweetheart, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobies accent, brit wtitten by a European sue me

The type of alt space the reader belongs to is up to you. Alt meaning alternative, as in subculture spaces. I'm alt myself so this comes from experience. Get stared at a lot lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

There was a rush to the exit of the classroom. You were always slow packing your intricately decorated book-bag and were one of the last to leave.

"Thank you professor, have a nice rest of your day."

"See you on monday, (y/n)." The professors always knew your name, despite having so many students. Another curse or blessing (depending on the situation or your point of view) of dressing alternatively - people never seem to forget you.

You opened the door but immediately slammed it shut again, causing the professor to look back up at you.

"Oh. Hehe... sorry..." you turned back to the classroom. No other exits. Maybe you could jump out of the window?

But before you could reconsider your escape plan, the originator - or should I say instigator - of your panic and embarrassment entered the room with the heavy steps of his well-worn boots.

"Hey there," said Hobie Brown, as confident as always. "What are you up to,"

You felt an unwanted warmth crawl up your neck. You had always told your friends that romance wasn't for you and that you weren't going to date anyone just to 'find out.' You weren't ever ashamed of not ever having been attracted to someone before, but man, were you ever unprepared to have a crush as an adult.

You met Hobie through Gwen. From the moment he met you, it was as if a switch flipped inside of him. He decided that he liked you and that he wanted you. He had told you so right away.

"You single?" You were sure he didn't even know your name at that point. He liked the way you expressed yourself, and although you usually hated how people would pretend to know what you were about only from the way you dressed, it was like Hobie actually understood you in just a glance.

You felt it right to tell him that you didn't do dating, but it wouldn't leave your throat. Never had you been confessed to before, and you didn't know what to even say.

He started showing up places, more and more, he became an unpredictable part of your circle. You didn't know how to process him.

"Let's match pace together. You feel me?" He'd say.

"No, I don't, actually,"

But slowly, you did. It felt as if your slow and monotone life started to pick up some speed, all the while you felt more in tune than ever. You wondered if the pace of his life had slowed down a bit in return, but you were too scared to consider what he might specifically be feeling for you and why. You doubted he wasn't being genuine, but you had no idea why he insisted on you.

You'd bicker with him (oh. It was so fun to bicker with him- wait were you flirting with him?), but when Gwen asked if you wanted her to tell him to leave you alone, you told her not to. Which only further fanned the flames of Pav's incessant 'shipping' of the both of you.

And so, you realised that for the first time in your life, you felt something for someone. And you were completely unprepared to tackle it.

"I can't believe it, coming to see me while I'm at uni."

Your eyes shot back and forth from Hobie and the professor who looked at the both of you with sparkling curiosity. Even the small remainder of the otherwise consistently disinterested students were all looking at you. Dressing alternatively, you were used to people staring, but now you just felt embarrassed, as if even talking to him was the equivalent of making out in the middle of the room.

"You told me when your classes were yourself," Hobie reminded you with a little smirk, picking up on your embarrassment.

"No but-" you huffed. "this is harassment-"

"You know, I'll leave if you tell me to?" He teased, back straight, hands in his pockets. "You can say it, sweetheart. I believe in you. Say 'Go home, Hobie Brown'!"

You glared at him, yet no sound dared to leave your throat.

"C'mon babe, say it," he leaned forward challenging your gaze.

Both of you held it there for a couple of seconds. A pin could drop in that classroom and everybody would hear it.

Finally, after that afore-mentioned warmth reached your cheeks and had become visible to all, you broke.

"You like dunkin'?" You muttered, walking towards the door. You swore you could hear some students chuckle or gasp, and you wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

Hobie whistled and followed, just a few steps behind you, never actually invading your personal space until you were ready, "Asking me on a date? Now, that's bold,"

"It's not a date. But you ARE buying. I want a smoothie. And a donut, of course."

"Taking advantage of me now babe?"

"And why shouldn't I? If you're going to cling to me like a magnet, I might as well make use of you." You briefly stopped, and Hobie nearly walked into you. You peered up at him, batting your lashes. "You know I really don't know what you see in me. Maybe you better run home while you're ahead."

"Depends," Hobie said, ecstatic every time you took his bait. "Will you be going with me?"

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Two fics in one day??? What is going on. Anyways hope you enjoyed, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, don't be shy to talk to me lol

You know as someone who's aro ace spec, I find an escape in fictional characters and the idea that they could be the ones to finally sweep me off my feet and get me to feel some type of attraction. It sounds cringy and emberassing, but I don't think there's anything wrong with it. If you're like me then I hope this scratched some kind of itch for you lol.

[kirans-wonderland]

Playful Land Thoughts 

(this is my version of liveblogging they are all silly and stupid dont take them seriously)

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Book 1 

Chapter 1: 

-YAY RSA MENTION

-yay basketball team mention 

-sorry Floyds adhd kicked in the middle of the game (that one tiktok)

-floyd keeps his wallet in his stomach (he regurgitates it like Rico from penguins of madagascar)

-the way he sprinted to be with his twin immediately 

-Jack.. sweetie. It’s okay to admit you were shopping with the homie 

-It’s not like they’re kissing in the dressing room or anything… unless? 

-*tucks Jade/Jack shopping date art idea away*

-Jack is an introvert through and through 

-Fellow’s hair looks wack in just silhouette 

Chapter 2: 

-Kalim and Ortho together is an overwhelming level of smiley energy in the same place

-Ace’s rare pair is Jade and Jack confirmed 

-Jamil is legitimately having a heart attack rn

-Trien kept grim after class yesterday because he knew I would be there teehee

-I wish he’d give ME that look Ace. Or any look for that matter 

-Floyd hittin them with the punk punk tactics 

-“But it’s October” IT’S META UP IN HERE 

-I need an Ortho to manage my homework calendar 

-“I have plenty of fun just getting to see my friends every day” Kalim is too good for this world

Chapter 3: 

-Kalim wandering away while asking a question is so real 

-Also Ortho saying his full name even while panicked is adorable 

-Their outfits are SUCH bangers. 

Their eyeshadow is so crisp. They must use the tape method

-Gidel having cool toned eyeshadow is interesting to me for no reason

-Fellow’s eyebrows are legitimately my everything 

-“Those stylish uniforms” is showing grim and ortho who are the only ones technically not wearing clothes 

-THE CANE SPIN THE CANE SPINNING 

-“It’s the only thing I’ve got going for me” Babe… 

-heh bosom buddy 

-I LOVE GIDELLLLLLL

-Jack is utterly horrified at Kalim’s disrespect

-Fellow Honest is Megara confirmed 

-Honest Ernesto? More like Glazer Ernesto

-Jade is compliment starved 

-“The ace of spades no less” Fellow ships Adeuce?!

-I really thought his gift was going to be giving them their magical girl makeovers 

Chapter 4: 

-Oh please. Like I would ever NOT listen to Deuce 

-Ortho reads all the “online buzz”

-Imagine how great the world would be if no one knew where Disneyland was 

-he’s already calling himself our good friend..

-“well over 20 years” what if he’s like 40 *star eyes emoji* 

-HOW FAST HE SWITCHED FROM SMILING TO DEADPAN IM CRYING

“I’m babygorl. How do you do?” I never regret my name choice 

Chapter 5: 

-yes ace love the skepticism, using BOTH braincells I see 

-“something nefarious at foot” okay shakespeare 

-Gidel’s surprised face!! I need him in my purse like a chihuahua 

-if playful land already has this legendary magical reputation, why does Fellow need the boys to ‘put in a good word’ for it? Hmm.. 

-“School?” Mans is uneducated he just won’t admit it. We should kidnap him.

-Imagine the boys ended up bringing the whole school upon Fellow’s offer. What would he do then?

-I think they all said “ABSOLUTELY NOT” at the same time to the point it was echoing through the campus

-Leona I see you on the banner. Don’t go saying no when you don’t mean it 

Chapter 6:

-Jamil has had the ‘don’t take candy from someone in a white van’ with Kalim before 

-“angling to abduct you” is just funny 

-“gormless nincompoop” Ace cracked out the thesaurus Riddle gave him for that one

-good boy deuce (although you would’ve looked so good in a nutcracker fit) 

-I can hear the ‘yare yare’ 

Chapter 7:

-jacks arms look so smooth.. sorry-

-“Not so loud!” Boy I think everyone knows you cut class 

-They way Leona and Jack are so concious of Ruggie

-If Ruggie and Fellow met it would be over for everyone

-Jack just wants to be a boy Leona. Let him have fun.. 

-they way Leona sighed in all caps

-Jack is the REAL honest fellow. Watch out Ernesto 

-Azul talkin business jargon.. not listening.. he pretty (/j)

-Floyd and Jade never outright made decisions. They both ask for the others opinion, neither answers yet something always happens 

Chapter 8:

-“BUH?!” Bro my friends and I saw this religiously at school

-Idia is the personification of my disney sea overstimulated breakdown

-I love that Ortho went to Vil for advice 

-I live for the cross dorm interactions khsksskhggwrl.

-Ortho and Idia got the Trolls perfect family harmony

-“You silly boy” -Vil 2024

-Ortho just casually scanning a mans entire being and soul during a conversation- 

Chapter 9:

-Grim’s little determined face- I’m squeezing him

-Uhm.. hate to say I AM very likely to fall in the water 

-“WHOA! Lilia, Cater and Vil!” The best girlband 

-I’m loving Ortho and Vil’s dynamic in this event… 

-*puts on analyzation glasses* 

Chapter 10:

-Ah yes, this is simply a pop music club field trip. That’s the legal cover.

-shhh vil let Kalim be delulu

-Lilia equates this trip as dangling a baby by the ankle (/j)

-Trey appearing on the scene nervously rubbing his neck like ‘uwu h-hi’

-Leona is sleepwalking. Trey kidnapped him. 

-Trey brought leona because they sleep together

-Deuce protects his boyfriend- homie 

-The old marrieds are bickering again (Vil and Leona) 

Chapter 11:

-Did he just booty bump Lilia out of the way??

-I just know Fellow’s little tail was wagging when he complimented Leona 

-Vil really stole “I’m surrounded by idiots” from Leona 

-“little lordling” ….okay

-“Kalim’s not like the rest of us” He made his own tax bracket really 

Chapter 12:

-Mommy and Daddy are so responsible (Vil and Leona again)

-GINO'S FACE THE EYBROWS 

-Gino would love Roblox 

Chapter 13: 

-When is it magical girl transformation time 

-YAYYYY GLOWY TRANSOFRMATION

-I still think Ace looks like he’s going to fight a bull. Love it though

-I live for the twins getting different colors 

-Bros complimenting bros 

-As much as I love the outfits, I REALLY would not want to go around an amusement park dressed like that

Chapter 14:

-‘believe in yourself babygirl (Fellow)’ -Lillia 2024

-Please let me kidnap Gino. We can wreak non-magic havoc together 

-NUTCRACKER AHH CATER 

-Im sorry but Lilia is so gender. You don’t understand how much I need it 

-OH HES SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE A NUTCRACKER I’m not crazy (I didn’t know it was canon)

-The shape of Lilia’s neckline is everything. Is the bodice corseted or is Lilia just like that?? 

-Lilia’s eye-makeup reminds me of a Junko Enoshima cosplayer…

-Trey looks like he works at the Dickens fair 

-LEONAS BRAIDSSSSS SQUEEEEEEEEE also his choker love

-Mommmmm- Leona and Trey are flirting again (/j) 

-cutting away from Leona and Trey’s compliment-fest to Vil being like ‘what gives husband?’ 

-IM FERAL FOR STEAMPUNK JACK 

-I need to start practicing Vil’s demand for a mirror in my real life 

-“It’s a gorgeous look that’s still very you” That’s so sweet. I would kill for Jack and Vil’s friendship 

-I need their outfits in my guest room NOW 

Chapter 15:

-KALIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM *screaming fan girl* THATS MY SONNNN

-I love the bright yellow it looks so good on him 

-“in the days of yore” -Lilia 2024. Okay grandpa 

-Take notes guys. Playful land even accommodates Ortho. No ableism even in clothing 

-The way Fellow’s ear turns to the side kffhjafhlFBlf

-The flattery already has gone to your head Ace 

Chapter 16:

-GRIMS PINOCCIO FIT AHHHHHHH 

-I wanna see our outfit… but I don’t want to design one myself… 

-okay good at least I can rest easy knowing we have a crop jacket

-The amount of scrunch in Fellow’s face is unreal 

-THE EVIL LAUGH AND THE CANE SPIN 

-IM ON THE GROUND AGAIN

[nightmaree-eyess]

Orange is the last of us pt 2

Tlou fic based on oitnb

Summary: after abby got released from prison your resentment builds

Tags: prison au, femme reader, y/n, angst

Word count: 1702

Pt 1:

Divider @cafekitsune

Weeks and weeks go by and the letters keep coming in from abby. You can't bring yourself to read them. Maybe you do hold grudges after all. When you look at the envelopes all you can think is she got to walk free and you're still stuck in this piece of shit with stale air that lingers and agony oozing from the walls. It's not fair but that's life. You wouldn't wish her to come back to the personification of hell though. You wouldn't wish prison on your worst enemy. A part of you wants to read the letters she sends though. Gross curiosity about how she's doing. They taunt you.

“y/n mails here” a guard hands you an envelope and it's another letter from abby. This time instead of shoving it in the endless pile in your cabinet you bring it to the cafeteria at dinner to ask Ellie about it. They have history too and maybe she'll give you some advice.

***************

“If i can guess what the letter says it probably says *speaking in deep voice* hey babe miss you now lemme eat your pussy” ellie makes a v with her fingers and brings it to her mouth to make a crude gesture

“I’m fucking serious ellie. I don't know what to do. I want to know if shes ok but i also dont give a fuck.” you groan

“Well which feeling is stronger? Your love or your resentment?”

And with that question you knew what you had to do

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Later that night you end up reading the letter she sent. You take a deep breath to settle your nerves. Your hands are shaking as you take the letter out from the envelope.

Dear y/n,

You probably aren't opening these or if you are, i'm sure you don't really want to hear what i have to say. I doubt if th tables were turned that i would be reading this, but on the off chance that you are still reading, i want to try and explain myself which is difficult in a letter and would be so much easier face to face (even though im terrified that theyll lock me up if i step foot in there) i know that the situation in chicago seems fucked, but i promise i was protecting you.

There was a lot going on that I wasn't able to talk to you about and if I had had even a moment alone with you before the trial, I swear I would have been completely open and honest.

The last thing I want after everything we have been through is for you to feel lied to, or used in any way y/n, i promise.

I love you,

Abby xoxo

You sit there with your mouth agape.She wants to meet in person? What else can she even say? The next morning you ask your counsellor to add Abby to your visitors list. You wanna hear what she has to say. But you also miss having her in the same room as you. You miss sneaking touches under the table and kisses at night. You even miss your mundane conversations. She has a way of making you soft.

Couple days later you call Abby to arrange a Sunday for her to come up and see you. You're nervous but also excited to see her again.

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That sunday you walk into the visitation room and there she is, sitting at the middle table and she catches your eye. You see a sparkle that wasn't there before and you're happy for her as much as you don't want to be. You give her a quick hug (which got you yelled at) and you sit across from her. Shes wearing that grey sweater that makes her muscles look so fucking good. It's your favorite sweater she owns.

“This is totally weird but, i'm in the wrong outfit”

“I like your sweater.” you reach out to touch her buff arms to just feel that she's real

“Its soft…like your resolve when you're offered a plea deal” you snided

“It came down at the very last minute, y/n. Abby sighed “And they promised me it would put Kubo away for good.”

“But it made me a perjurer and you a free woman.”

“I thought you were gonna tell the truth!” abby yelled

“And I thought you were gonna lie!” you yelled back

“What are we in a fucking novel or something?” Abby said this made you both chuckle.

“It's good to see your face”

You shake your head “I don't know what to say.”

“You have every right to be angry.” abby sits back in her chair and crosses her arms

“I don't know if I'm angry. I'm confused…by you.”

Abby chuckles “I'm confused by me, too. I'm pretty much the master of handling things completely wrong.”

“Well that's an understatement” you say flatly

“Im a fuck-up. And now i get to be a fuck-up in a shithole apartment in Queens. Too afraid to even open my curtains.” abby looks around the room and whispers

“I sleep with a gun.”

“You what?! Abby , what the hell? You're on probation.”

“There is a van parked outside my apartment everyday. He's trying to scare me. I wanna go out there with a baseball bat and smash the fucking windows in.” abby looks scared and defeated

“I should honestly start dealing again”

You look at her in disbelief

“Find a bigger, tougher new kingpin who can beat up my old kingpin”

“That's not funny” you say worryingly

“It's not a joke. What am I qualified to do? Huh? I have…I have no job. I'm scared shitless to leave my apartment. I got so used to sleeping with the lights on that I'm freaked out by the dark. My probation officer, Robert Hill, is a fucking joke. Bobby fucking Hill is my probation officer.” you guys both laugh

“King of the hill?”

“King of sitting on his fat fucking ass eating Little Debbies, hoping to bust me for some stupid infraction.” abby sighs and looks down at the table

“You'd think that part of his job would be to protect his probbies, you know?...Nobody gives a shit about ex-cons.” abby said defeated

“What are you gonna do?”

Abby sighs and presses her lips together “i'm skipping town”

“You can't”

“I don't have a choice. These people know where I live. That's why I wanted to see you. When I go, I can't come back. I have to disappear.”

You feel a sting hit the back of your eyes and everything sounds muffled.

“You- you can't leave me.” you say desperately

“y/n, i'm in danger i have no choice”

“But i dont have anyone left…”

We stare at each other, wishing it didn't have to be this way.

“I'm sorry y/n. I'm sorry for all of it. I know my track record id shit…but I really do love you.”

“Yeah well, I hate you.”

“No, you don't.”

You look down at the table to hide your tears ``no… no i don't.”

“Visiting hours are over!” a guard yells and when you get up to leave you look at her one last time because you might never be able to again.

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For the rest of the day you worry for abby. She can't be serious right? Skipping town is not the best idea but is it the only way to keep her away from Kubo and his minions? You have an idea to keep Abby from danger but it involves calling your ex fiance who slept with your best friend. He could have slept with anyone but he chose your best friend. Asshole. But he owes you at least this favor to make up for it. You would've said you were even and let it go if he didnt sleep with your best friend.

“Hey y/n” Barry picks up the phone

“Hey are you alone right now?”

“No im with holly and you're on speaker phone” holly says hi

“Ugh great, I need a favour.”

“Depends on what it is”

“I need you to call abby's parole officer and tell him shes breaking her parole”

“Why would I do that?”

“I giving you a chance to fuck over someone you hate.”

There's silence on the other end

“Fine if you won't do it holly will you?”

“Sure whats the name of her parole officer”

“Robert Hill. He works for the DOC in Queens.”

You hang up the phone cause you really dont wanna be talking to them longer than you have to. At least the plan is in motion. It might seem a little selfish and you feel a tinge of guilt but with this plan at least you know she'll be safe. You can't let her skip town, start dealing again, or have Kubo find her. So you decide to be selfish. You wish it didn't come down to this. No one deserves to be in this cease pool, especially abby. You'll be taking this to your grave.

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You're working outside today setting up for a mothers day event and the sunshine feels good on your face. The closest to freedom you have.

“Your little girlfriend is back” ellie says to me teasing

“Wha- what do you mean?”

“Yeah I saw her walking to her bunk from the intake. She looks beat up”

“I-I gotta go see her!” you start to walk away

“Inmate, get back here! You can't leave during work!” a guard yells and I slowly walk back with my hands up in surrender.

“You'll see her around. It's not like she's going anywhere.” ellie said

*************

After work you go back to your bunk and see that the bed is finally occupied. Could this be Abby's stuff? That has to be a coincidence right? Many girls get processed through here everyday. What are the odds this is her stuff?

“We gotta stop meeting like this” a voice behind you says.

It's Abby. Fucking. Anderson.

[imaginespazzi]

Bestie bestie bestie!

Hello :) Where to even begin after so much time.. I guess first I'll note that my last anon to you is starred below just so we can follow the thread of last convo somewhat (and honestly just wanted to ensure you knew I at one point wrote in over you hiatuses)..

Ok on to more new stuff: Biggest news is Im off to the wifeys motherland (ironic a bit as I believe shes currently playing in my fatherland). I'll report back on food a day drink 😋 ca va?

Yay Liberty, they did it! 🗽Plenty of kudos to the Lynx as well. Was a great series all around. Even if my nerves barely withstood those overtimes & dramatic endings.

Coaching movement in the W continues to make my head spin. OMG the Thibaults are gone, didnt see that coming tbh! I remain seated for all the hirings/happenings to come. And cant believe we're almost to the lottery selection w still so much upheaval in place 🤯

Hope all is well w you despite lifes busyness. Take care

** Hi hi hi bestie! Yes that anon was me ha. I realized after sending that I left of my emoji signature, but was pretty sure youd connect things, given some hyper specific topics ha. Hope life is treating you alright apart from just being busy!

Im personally just relieved that the Libs managed to even things up last night, while still trying to process the 2nd half & OT of game 1 lol. That one was all just absolutely bonkers. Crazy entertaining, even if it hurt my NY supporting heart at the time.

When it comes to the coaching moves, def in agreement that Indy doesnt deserve good things. What do you make of who the Valks named HC? Seems a good hire to me at a quick glance, but Im also leery of anyone who might be involved w the Aces lawsuit ordeal (tbf Im not super well informed on that, but dont believe Ive ever seen her referenced w that stuff). Yeah objectively I dont feel that a (random) late winning run/playoff push, external circumstances w the standings aside, was worth dropping your odds of getting #1/Paige from like 30 to 10 %. Still struggle to understand why they ended up trying to fight the path that established itself early on. Granted kind of unexpected and extreme circumstances, but still, lemons to lemonade if you will. Im not feeling eager for the draw next month..

Honestly it will be interesting now to see/follow any Liz activity while she hits the offseason as college ball starts up soon. Curious to see if any crumbs or reactions come up at all. W those two seeming to be at an avoidance phase, another college wbb couple needs to step up and provide us w some (non toxic) drama to follow over the season ha! Not you tho Pazzi, you stay lovely/wholesome/stable/healthy

One additional GH note - I obvi live for snark, so wanted to share my fav lines from Ch 10

“Won’t somebody please think about the complications” Jana in full menace mode and so funny. "I mean other than the woman you married as well that is" The fact that Azzi will not ever say her name I just love. I also have this idea that Stephie, when older and knows pretty much everything re her parents history, will continue the she who shall not be named thing in support of her mama. (And Im not entirely discounting the possibility of a bit of real time drama w Olivia that wont help w this whole Azzi grudge).

Wishing you a good start to the week!! -☕️ **

Hi hi lovely I missed you <3

Ah babes that must have gotten lost in my sea of asks because I've been so bad about answering them. It's funny how much has change since whenever you sent that thought because the W has become a revolving door of coaching changes.

I really like the Valks HC choice. She's been very effective with the LVAces and I expect that to continue. Same with the recent news we go today of Tyler Marsh with the Sky. I think LVAces coaching staff in general is so strong and them branching off is good for the league and both the Valks and the Sky with these coaches and a little bit of time for player development should eventually be really good. Ultimately the lawsuit is a front office issue and I don't think these two had much to do with it and so until I see issues in their new respective teams, I don't think we can hold it against them.

LIBERTYYYYYYY. So happy for them and of course props to the Lynx. And honestly thank you to both teams for giving us what I think, despite that one foul, is the greatest W finals we've ever had.

THE THIBAULTS ARE GONE. You were one of the first people I thought of when I saw that news. Honestly I have no idea what to think. I really didn't see it coming and as much as I've done a lot of nepo baby this nepo baby that, I don't necessarily know if this is the right choice but I'll wait to see who they appoint as the head coach to really figure out my thoughts.

Lottery in 2 weeks?? What the actual hell? Like y'all we're likely gonna know where Paige is going before we even see Azzi on the court and that's insane to me.

OOOOH I have some CWBB drama if anyone wants it. Did y'all peep Last-Tear's Poa's shady insta caption she deleted? Her and Sam'yah Smith were a thing and streets are saying maybe she cheated?

Pazzi are being wholesome as always. "Silly girl" - what if I jump off a cliff :)

[blkkizzat]

Hey pookieeeee do you have any advice for heartbreak? And can I vent a little and ask for your advice? :]

I never expected it to hurt as much as it does, but in the end, it was half my fault for believing in his empty promises. I called it from the start that this would happen. I knew yet I still said yes. It was a long-distant relationship, and I told him the stakes were high, but he promised over and over that he wouldn't leave me. That I would be the one to do it before he ever does it. I let my guard down for him to break my heart. :(

I can't seem to get my mind off it, and it hasn't even been 24 hours. It just hurts so much. I'm just waiting for his "Let's break up" text. It's not official yet until he says it, but I can sense that it's coming. And I'm just wishing he would stay. I don't know what to do, kind of? Like he took such a big part of me, I don't know how to feel or act anymore. Like I lost myself? Any advice for me? :((((

awe babes i'm so sorry! don't feel bad either its only been 24hrs! that is totally normal why you would still be thinking about it constantly.

But I think there's a few key things here to keep in mind.

1) Nothing is final until its final. You may feel like its coming but you haven't broken up yet. It's unfair (to him but mostly yourself cause its easy to drive yourself crazy with worry) to assume what he will or won't do. 2) If he does break up with you, if you think he would do it over TEXT of all things, than he's no good anyway. Lol thinking back of that old Youtube spoof but the rule is: you dont text msg breakup. Thats a piece of shit move and you deserve way better than someone who would be that cold!

3) Have you heard "lifetime, season or reason" in terms of relationships? Basically, no matter the length of time a person (any relationship not just romantic) is in your life. Every relationship you have will have purpose in your life and a lesson or lessons you can grow from. Not to be morbid but nothing lasts forever, I'm not speaking only of breakups either as even two people committed to each other for their entire lives will eventually have to say goodbye when either passes away. That's why it's not the end of a relationship that's important but what you can take away from the relationship, how you will continue to grow and evolve as a person that matters. Even a toxic abusive relationship can teach you the value of your worth and make you a stronger person on the other side (that isnt to say you should stay in one obviously but that there can be benefits and lessons to everything). So if your relationship with him does end look at it in terms of "these were the qualities/moments i liked and these are want i didn't and from that how does this change what I am looking for in my next relationship."

4) You are still you! You were you before you met him, while you were with him and you will be you after, if you break up. You do give pieces of yourself to partners in relationships but you have the power and agency to take that back. It isn't there's to keep, loving someone is a privilege and if someone violates trust or cannot treat you with the love and respect you deserve then it is your right to take it back. Of course it will hurt, and it won't be easy but honestly its better to break it off as you the person you are with should be tripping over themselves with enthusiasm to be with you.

5) If you do breakup, the best thing is to go cold turkey. I am not sure about if you share friend groups or how awkward it would be to block or remove him from social media/text/call, but if you can do that do that. It doesnt sound like you will be able to remain friends without it being hurtful to you and if he breaks up with you, he doesnt deserve to downgrade you so he can have all the emotional support of a romantic relationship without the responsibility or commitment cause essentially thats what the dynamic will be. You will never be able to be normal friends when a one sided breakup happens.

[xuriri]

MADE LOVE (part 1)

Genre:fluff, angst

Partnering:Xu Minghao x reader

[. ] have learned early in her life that there are things that couldn't be planned ahead of time, so she just learned to go along the flow of things

But perhaps she had gone along the flow much more than what she would like

That night with minghao it wasn't that heated the two just agreed to watch a movie in his house since his parents are out of town

Until that simple movie marathon together led to one thing that led to another.

From cuddling and kissing sweetly becomes heated making out on his bed.

Then she found herself naked in the same bed with minghao it wouldn't take genius to know something had happened between the two of them

Since that day happened she found herself sick and been throwing up nonstop

Things happened and weeks later the thing she dreaded accured.

"M-minji-ah..what– do i do? I'm too young for this"[. ] Saif while crying in fear holding a used pregnancy test on her hand

It was two lines

You got pregnant a small life slowly growing in your belly

It wasn't my plan! I never want any of this happen I'm only seventeen..

I haven't told anyone  just minji my family doesn't have a clue so do minghao.

.

.

I was on minghao's bed and was looking at the ceiling while he was laughing and came to kiss me for a while but I turned my face away so his kiss hit my cheek

"Come on! Don't sulk," he said softly and kissed me on the lips

"You're so heavy, Minghao!" I complained because he was above me

He got even heavier and hugged me tightly, I laughed because he was so mischievous as he kissed my face

"Pack your luggage! You flirt"

"Help me please" he kissed my cheek as I rolled my eyes and got off the bed to help him pack his luggage

He has a flight tomorrow to Korea

He got accepted from that company he audition a week before we even had sex , i didn't want to ruin his dreams that's why I just thought not to tell him  until now that i know he would be away

I dont even think he will be happy knowing he has a child in such a young age

"I'll leave you with these three hoodie It doesn't fit in the luggage anymore, my perfume is yours, I'll just buy a new one in Korea" he placed the three hoodies and perfume in front of me which I immediately accepted.

He patted my head and took out his other things while I folded his other shirts, he put the clothes in his suitcase 

As time goes on, my chest tightens because of the pain I feel

I can't imagine my life without him

I immediately took from my bag a letter that I made last night and a necklace with an infinity pendant and quickly put it in the pocket of the pants that he will wear tomorrow.

"Do you want to eat something babe?" I nod then we stand up from the couch then walk inside their kitchen

"I'll cook as a promise!"I watched him as he prepared the ingredients for what he was going to cook

"Why do you cook so much love? There are only two of us here "I noticed

"Yeah its because you eat a lot these days" he laughed for a bit

I didn't say a word and just caressed my stomach,

So he noticed?

I felt like he was going to cook  for me and his child so I was happy somehow

While he was cooking he turned his attention to me then gave me a sweet smile

That smile i will no longer see

"I love you [ ]"

I couldn't speak and my face was hot, I could feel the tears coming from my eyes but I tried not to cry

"I love you more minghao, I will always love you no matter what"

You dont have to know anything i wish you the best in life my love.

That is our last conversation before he went to korea The next day I didn't take him to the airport because I knew I would just cry

After a few hours, he left. I'm sure he read the letter I wrote. I blocked his number and also to all my social platforms so he can't contact me anymore.

To be continued:>

[thegeminisage]

TNG UPDATE TIME! last night we did "devil's due" and "clues."

ok so for context we had been using letswatchstartrek DOT COM to try and tell ahead of time whether or not the episode would be fucking garbage. this was a flawed approach because almost every one of their opinions were wrong, like, some bad eps were rated more highly than they should have been, but for the most part you could trust if they labaled an episode a dud it was a dud. i remember a string of like 3-4 duds in late s4 but i can't go back and look because the site SHUT DOWN and it's not on the wayback machine. anyway all this to say i think we hit the duds

devil's due: i don't understand why they keep putting the devil is star trek. we did that once in the animated series and now we can't do it anymore. i actually can't remember when the second time was but it's driving me bonkers

that said i wish the devil could always be a super hot lady in all media appearances

THAT SAID it is truly incredible how quickly they can put a super hot lady on tng and have you hate her within the span of five business minutes

also, furthermore, as catherine said many times: kirk simply would have fucked her. kirk would have fucked her, and it would have either been fun or it would have been another close encounter of the space babes which would have been fun in an entirely different manner, but kirk would have fucked her and it would have been way more interesting than a fucking COURTROOM DRAMA

i also dont know why we keep putting courtroom dramas in star trek. i can only recall two instances where they were good (tos court martial and tng measure of a man).

clues: this got off to a bad start (holodeck 💀) but i was quite invested by the end. we love a good amnesia plot and it was JUST creepy enough to keep me hooked

(SUPER RUDE btw to give us guinan but ONLY for the holodeck scene...what the fucj)

anyway i knew data knew a full day had gone by cuz i had read the summary but i thought like something had GOT him i didnt know he was LYING ON PURPOSE so i spent the entire episode fretting about data doing nefarious deeds because he would NEVER do that but if he did do that he would deserve to

deanna screaming at her own face in the mirror was extremely fun as well. also whatever was going on with her and worf there for a second. he is so tall and she is so tiny and i think they and riker should f[i am sniped immediately]

also i'm so glad she got possessed and not pregnant. every time she was on screen catherine and i just repeatedly went "please don't get pregnant please don't get pregnant please please please" so i thjink that counts as tng giving us ptsd

i don't think i would enjoy rewatching this one since i already got the answer but it was entertaining enough to keep me from being bored the first time around. hopefully only 1-2 more duds left to go this season...

TONIGHT: "first contact" and "galaxy's child" which are promising titles. fingers crossed!!!

[monzabee]

OKAY TO PREFACE, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RESPOND TO THIS!!! I JUST WANTED TO SHARE AND IT TURNED INTO A WHOLE RANT 😭😭😭

i recently got my friend into f1 and she SWEARS that i only got into watching it because me and my boyfriend are a f1 fanfic trope. (we’ve been together two years but i met him at my first ever job. i’ve been watching f1 since before i knew him). anyways, she says it’s the way we act on top of the obvious passenger princess X driver trope WHICH OKAY i am admittedly a horrible driver and so i think she’s onto something there and i thought it was funny so i wanted to tell a fellow f1 girlie.

SOOO my boyfriend is a master tech (a pro mechanic basically) and currently getting a degree in engineering. he can build a car from scratch, has worked with mercedes & audi & been offered jobs by literal luxury ass car brands that he had to turn down cause he’s doesn’t graduate for a couple more months. basically, he’s a car genius and hes not even 21 yet (subtle brag cause i’m his official hype woman). he wanted to get into racing as a kid but as he got older, felt like he was more interested in the building and fixing of cars then the actual racing, though he still LOVES racing himself it’s just not a career he wanted to pursue.

NOW OKAY, so he’s this amazing driver and builder car guy and when we met i didn’t even have a license and nobody trusted me enough with their car to practice cause im… not great. i have a habit of going way too fast but recklessly cause i have zero skills and also breaking way too hard. he actually took the time to teach me how to drive. 99% of the time i’m still a passenger princess and the 1% this man is gripping his fucking seat and giving me comments like (these are real ones too) “ooh don-annnnd you cut him off. okay. that’s fine,” “look that guy just flipped you off haha” “what? why?” “cause he had the right of way and you almost ran him over?” “BABE BABE BABE THIS IS ONLY AN EXIT” “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME SOONER?” “I THOUGHT YOU KNEW” “WELL CLEARLY NOT!!?” and the same exact conversation about me hitting a curb and he ‘thought i would notice and correct my mistake’ (spoiler: i didn’t. i never notice. i am a menace to the streets and a public safety hazard behind the wheel). there’s so much more. i literally ran over his neighbors mailbox the same exact night that i accidentally drove over the middle part of a traffic circle. our texts ab me driving are so funny i wish i could screenshot and send them on anon. the best thing though is he always makes fun of me and gives me shit but when i tell you if i even do a smidgen of a thing good or like correctly name a car type or brand or a car part his whole attitude changes and now he’s my biggest supporter and suddenly i am a fucking car pro.

ANYWAYS, LET ME NOT GIVE HIM TOO MUCH CREDIT CAUSE HE WOULD CALL ME CORNY! so he IS the best person for car related shit BUT in every other aspect i am the go to. i gotta type out his professional emails and explain that you can in fact NOT put that type of plastic in the microwave. hes good at math, cars, video games, speaking more than one language, being strong, and knowing how to swim but I TAKE THE CAKE IN EVERYTHING ELSE!!!

👻👻👻

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! YOU DONT GOTTA REPLY !!!

OKAY I READ THIS WHEN I WAS LITERALLY LEAVING MY HOUSE LAST NIGHT BUT I THINK WE MIGHT BE THE SAME PERSON😭 i've had my driver's licence for five years but i swear everytime i get behind the wheel i feel like i've forgotten how to drive so i do prefer to be just a passenger princess. SO I GET YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH IT AND I THINK IT'S BETTER THAN BEING THE DRIVER😭

also you boyfriend is an engineering student?? MINE IS TOO😭 the things he talks to me sometimes i totally don't get it at all but it is so funny every time he tries to teach me something about engineering because my humanities brain cannot handle it😭

ANYWAY READING THIS LAST NIGHT MADE ME SO EXCITED AND IT WAS SO CUTE SO THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY NIGHT😭🩷

[punkscowardschampions]

Marly & Ronali & Cali

Moses: [Private at Carly, some time on this weekend after the party, not too important when]

Moses: Where is everyone???

Carly: ro’s here idk where the rest of yous r

Moses: Is he now

Moses: Ali not with yous?

Carly: no shes busy

Moses: You’re after leaving her out, is it

Carly: boy can u not read?

Moses: Do you not think you’re blatant, girl

Moses: If that’s not the point then Jesus, like

Carly: shes things of her own to be doing

Carly: keeping herself from how blatant you are included like

Moses: Right

Moses: I don’t know how you aren’t embarrassed, fair cop to you

Carly: what for now?

Moses: Keeping Ro warm for her, right after me, again

Carly: u know ive no shame said it enough times yourself

Moses: It was cute for about a week, sure

Carly: sure theres my record

Moses: Don’t go crying now

Moses: you knew what you were getting yourself in for

Carly: im not crying now

Carly: hes cheered me up

Moses: He would, eejit that he is

Moses: tell him he’s to come on a job now, [one of your older brothers/cousins, whatever,] needs help shifting some things

Carly: k

Moses: he’s not a little boy now, he hasn’t the time to be messing about with you or my other leftovers

Carly: he says he’ll be there when hes done w his plate 💙

Moses: He’ll come now unless he wants dragging out

Carly: good as how fast that lad eats don’t worry yourself

Moses: Don’t try telling me how to feel about my family

Carly: youre to try treating him as a proper brother today, is it?

Moses: You have no family, never mind a respectable one… what would you know, darling

Carly: I know I’m not your darling

Carly: & how you behave to peoples not respectable

Moses: Oh, and how you behave is, that’s rich

Carly: not me telling nobody it is, only u playing the big family man

Moses: Sure that makes how much of a little bitch you are alright then

Carly: its w me & w ro yea

Carly: what uve got to thinking dont matter none

Moses: Because you’ve not seen him fall in line when he’s told

Moses: be the only reason he fucked you in the first place, ‘cos I told him to

Carly: I was there I don’t need no telling why

Moses: You need telling, who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like this?

Carly: what are you to do about it then?

Moses: I wouldn’t push me, girl

Carly: go on & threaten me when ive said ali’s not about

Carly: but she’ll never go near u if you hurt me so think on what youre after more

Moses: I don’t need to hurt you to make your life hell

Moses: and I know you like it too much to bother touching you

Carly: 🎃👻👿💀’s over & done w

Moses: Ah, babe, let’s not act like you’re funny

Carly: why not when wes to act like youre scary

Carly: you had your chance to b ⚓🧭🏴‍☠️🦜🌴🥥☠️

Moses: I’m not after protecting you from none of it no more, be ready

Carly: you never protected me in the 1st place

Moses: Shows how thick you are

Carly: if u say so

Moses: Leper suits

Carly: 😅 this your way of saying im to get myself tested for something youve given me?

Moses: your dirt, your problem

Carly: wow

Moses: You should invest in a share in durex, if this is what you wanna live like

Carly: I could give it out the same back to you but hey its your life

Moses: Why would I get myself sorted for any girl like you

Carly: for yourself not for me

Carly: youre so 😤😠😡🤬 do you no wanna be happy?

Moses: Do you reckon you made me happy?

Moses: I am, as it goes

Carly: I know I never

Moses: I knew you’d turn into a nightmare

Carly: u called me 1 from the off

Moses: ‘cos girls like you who pretend they’re not are always the worst

Carly: Im sorry you reckon I pretended something

Moses: You’ll be sorrier, no skin off my nose

Moses: Ro will probably resent you though

Carly: me & ro is me & ro, nothing to do w u

Moses: n’awh, you wish

Carly: yea course I wish youd quit acting up how you are 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠 

Moses: Who’s acting?

Carly: I just mean stop, can’t you?

Moses: For what, what have you done for me lately?

Carly: I’m doing no more for u

Moses: Then nah, I’m just getting started

Carly: why?

Moses: fun, of course

Carly: have your fun idc

Moses: sure you don’t, Carly

Carly: I dont long as you leave the others out of it

Moses: Ha

Carly: whats gas about that?

Moses: That you think you can have a say

Carly: youre only 😤😠😡🤬 @ me nobody else

Moses: I’m not mad at anyone? You’re just a waste of time

Carly: well then im the only 1 you 💭’s a waste of time

Moses: You can’t tell me what to do, they’re my family

Carly: ah sure fucking behave like they are

Carly: u dont care for nobody but yourself

Moses: 😤😠😡🤬 psycho, you

Carly: am I now?

Moses: There are people that will give you a slap for how you’re carrying on

Carly: how am I carrying on? we’re talking w out me going on to put your dick in my gob, yea? is that how u mean?

Moses: so here’s the hysterics 🙄

Carly: nah, im asking serious, what am i here up to thats wrong of me?

Moses: You’re calling me a bad brother, like you have a clue how to be there for anyone, like you didn’t fuck your supposed friend over on his birthday, then offer me up your other one so I didn’t hurt you?

Moses: Get a grip

Carly: you are a bad brother, you gave me to him & made him feel like a massive eejit on his bday cos u had to tell everyone all his business & put it about

Carly: youre trying now to get him & your cousins onto making life hell for me, whatever thats to involve

Moses: You’re not meant to be a thing that can be passed around but you are so what did I do wrong, exactly?

Carly: we couldve kept it between us & not made him feel shite about anything

Moses: He feels shite because you were a disappointment, sorry, girl

Carly: maybe i was but thats not all of it

Moses: It were his first time and he wishes he’d waited, that’s the truth of it

Moses: but blame me, yeah

Carly: I know what the truth of it is, hes my friend

Carly: whenve u last talked to him?

Moses: Some friend you are, love

Moses: You knew he didn’t want to

Carly: I didnt force him to but you forced him to yours by keeping on @ him in the group chat for the rest to see, theres the difference

Moses: Sure you didn’t

Moses: ‘cept by that logic your step comes after mine so you’re not exactly innocent, he’d already been forced

Carly: we couldve sat there for however long & he couldve said whatever he wanted happened, he knows that

Moses: He knows what he’s to do, what’s expected of him

Carly: I dont expect nothing, you do, how are you gonna keep up your blaming of me?

Moses: If you weren’t there making yourself available for everyone’s use, he’d have had no one to do it with

Moses: or did I force you to be that much of a whore?

Carly: hes not once called me 1 ever

Moses: to your face

Moses: that’s what you are to us, girls like you, though, don’t bother believing you’re friends, it’s not the truth

Carly: in truth hes not a lad like you & thats got u bothered

Moses: I know my brother

Carly: me too i know yous all

Moses: Christ alive, it’s like talking to a plank of wood

Carly: 😅 we can stop, how am I forcing u either?

Moses: I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as thick as you

Moses: you’ll actually benefit from all that extra schooling

Carly: gorja girl perks

Moses: Yeah, you’re very lucky

Carly: 🍀🐇🌠🎲

Ali: [Alright, so it is Monday and instead of school, cali have been catching up on all their boy drama/going up the mountains/getting high/just generally vibing all day, so clearly it’s around the time y’all are off of work to be here when we’re getting on our bike to go]

Ronan: [gonna say he waves when he sees her leaving Carly’s because they are neighbours, like his caravan is nearest her mum’s, but then like she has a tiny bike drama she could so easily fix herself like a twisted chain or something idk it doesn’t really matter, the point is he bimbles over to help and that gets them in close proximity]

Ali: [starting to do the I’ve got this/you don’t have to sounds, waving him off but he’s there by the time you’ve had chance to start so converting it into a ‘thanks’ with an awkward smile that we’ll pretend is just oh what am I like at this irrelevant bike drama]

Ronan: [a shrug as he’s taking over and fixing something she could easily do, me like if Johnny sees this he’s gonna be fuming lol, but anyway then doing the thing of like I need a drink after all that, join me, all non verbally in gestures and looks and vibes because he thinks Carly will have told her what’s happened and she’ll feel some type of way about it and they already left things awkwardly so]

Ali: [can also start the jali with you seeing this girl here tryna leave like excuse me lmao but right now we’re smirking and shaking our head at this boy’s amdram here ‘anyone would think you’d never done a day’s work’ like lol okay princess, but of course, we’re following you and accepting because clearly, this latest development did not come up between cali]

Ronan: [when Carly didn’t say a word however high she got to protect you sir and you’re about to out yourself, oops ‘what it is, is, I just have’ with that same kinda awkward oh what am I like smile as he wipes his sweaty brow OTT dramatically like lol and leads her to sit outside his caravan or wherever and gets them both a drink whether that’s alcoholic or non]

Ali: [doing a laugh ‘me and my bike are honoured’ like thank you so much for doing the extra shift just for me ‘some of us have to’ as we’re getting comfortable sat down here because the energy is I have not been working at all, obviously, sipping this drink in an OTT smug way about it]

Ronan: [‘as you should be’ joining in with her laugh and sitting down next to her though he doesn’t look comfortable he looks like he needs to have a chat and is feeling v awkward, taking the kind of swig of his drink that reflects that, after an agonising beat ‘she’ll have told you…’ no hun she did not]

Ali: [about to say something along the lines of can we just drop this, in the nicest way though, because we think this is just about the awkwardness over text and we don’t think we need to do all this about that but then he throws that out so you literally blink like what? ‘She’ll have told me what?’]

Ronan: [doing the kind of noise you do when you think somebody knows already but they’re just trying to make you say it, taking another drink as he scratches the back of his neck how boys do when they feel awks and wanna die ‘about what happened’ again, no she did not, shhhh]

Ali: [‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ making it as clear as you can, like trust me, I’m not lying here, raising your hands with that energy ‘are YOU gonna tell me or…?’ shrugging like fine, NO ONE tell me, kind of annoyed]

Ronan: [‘Right no, I should’ve reckoned on her not saying’ lowkey talking to himself, either peeling the label of this bottle or pulling the ring pull off the can and messing with it, whichever kind of vessel we’re drinking from ‘ah well, I don’t wanna now’ as if we can now backtrack and downplay this and make it jokey again but you simply can’t when you came in serious]

Ali: [just staring at him for a hot sec like really, is this what we’re doing? ‘By all means, have your little secrets’ putting your drink down like if that’s all, I’m leaving because why the fuck did you stop me just to let me know that Carly didn’t tell me something that’s clearly important]

Ronan: [‘Ali, come on’ in that you don’t have to go kind of tone and manner when I’m on her side here that she very much is within her rights to, boy, you’re handling this shockingly]

Ali: [raising your brows and looking at him like what, what do you want? ‘What do you want to say, Ronan?’ because truly, now we’re just mad and we were fine before]

Ronan: [‘If she’s not brought it up to you, I’m not here looking to make it into something, I only thought, had she, I needed to check again we’re alright for it’ way to say a whole load of absolutely nothing there, wow]

Ali: [folding your arms whilst he’s talking like let me get comfortable but show you how unimpressed I am by everything you’re not saying right now ‘She doesn’t tell me anything, clearly, makes two of you’]

Ronan: [‘maybe she thought she was not to, same as before’ with a shrug not like this is casual but like him and Carly haven’t talked about it cos they clearly have not whenever it occurred, not like he dramatically ran away after or anything but I imagine he/they fell asleep and then the next day carried on hanging out like nothing had happened/had a full irish with her mum etc etc and then he left kind of vibes ‘not that it were… same as before, I mean’ oh the awks]

Ali: [‘are you telling me you’re with Carly now?’ blinking at him again because the way this information is coming to you feels so random when you’ve just spent all day with her and now this boy is here barely saying anything, clearly for some kind of reason]

Ronan: [dramatically choking on the mouthful of drink he had just taken because horrified at the implication him and Carly are more than friends/fwb clearly, soz girl, all these boys are so shady to you ‘god, no’ when he can speak ‘I’m not saying that, like’]

Ali: [stepping back like you’re about to get sprayed in this liquid but as it is more of a side step, still thumping him on the back like get it all out ‘but you got with her again’ because at this point, that much is apparent]

Ronan: [‘it never went as far, but yeah, we… things happened’ going SO red and not because he just nearly choked to death, just pure embarrassed to be talking about this even in the vaguest of details]

Ali: [nodding like okay, I understand, trying to put him out of his misery about it like you don’t also feel awkward yourself ‘what happened to just being mates?’ as a genuine question]

Ronan: [chancing taking another drink in the cautious way you gotta after choking cos you don’t wanna again or cough but your throat hurts so you feel like you need to ‘we are just mates’ scratching his head like how to verbalise this ‘only, she was being such a good mate to me, one thing lead to another’]

Ali: [picking up your drink again so when you roll your eyes you’re at least half facing away from him so it’s not a full-on attack lol, taking your own swig so you don’t say anything really rude either ‘good for you, like?’ leaning like what do you expect me to say to this, boy]

Ronan: [‘we’re mates, yeah? And we…’ trailing off cos there’s no need to elaborate on what happened that day in her attic when she was there ‘you know, there don’t need to be no aggro, or whatever the word is, about it’ I love that we’re making this comparison when you aren’t just friends with Alison sir, at least you don’t want to be]

Ali: [‘I have a boyfriend, so you and Carly can do what you like, doesn’t affect me’ bold move but we’re not happy you just told us not to get aggy basically, like me, I do not care AT ALL, mhmm]

Ronan: [‘You what?’ no notes, just PURE shock, shooketh to his core in fact, and that’s evident on his face and how he said that]

Ali: [Ahh the insta-regret when you say something you know is gonna pack a punch just because you’re feeling hurt, you can’t take it back now though ‘I mean, I can’t join in being special friends now so it’s totally fine that you left me out anyway’]

Ronan: [the way he completely and utterly sweeps everything she said then aside in his absolute shock and hurt ‘From when?’ because you can’t fathom her having a boyfriend and you not knowing ‘You’ve had a boyfriend from when?’]

Ali: [‘when I left here, the other night’ because as far as you’re concerned that’s not a lie, it’s more of a lie to use the b-word when I don’t think y’all ever have but you know, it’s exclusive ‘I haven’t had time to say anything before you came over and ambushed me with… this’ gesturing like WTF is this]

Ronan: [‘We talked when you’d left’ because y’all did and as far as he is concerned you could’ve told him then, again no notes, absolutely shocked and devastated here like wtf himself]

Ali: [‘I wasn’t after changing my Facebook and making an announcement’ rubbing your temples because now we’re both going through it and this was not the way to handle this ‘I’m sorry, I could’ve said then’ conceding the point, in a quieter voice]

Ronan: [a nod because he was gonna do the whole you could’ve told ME but then she said it herself, finishing the rest of his drink dramatically because can’t be overstated how shook and gutted this boy is on this day ‘does Carls know?’ said like you feel like you already know the answer that yes she do and he’s just wondering if she knew when they were getting up to their antics]

Ali: [doing your own massive swallow but without any drink, probably having dropped yours on the ground by now, just nodding because yeah, she does, we’re not lying about that of all things at this point ‘do you still want to be friends?’ taking a slightly defensive edge in an otherwise apologetic tone because you still stayed friends with them after this debacle]

Ronan: [when she confirms that Carly does indeed know ‘fuck’s sake’ and throwing his empty bottle or can into the grass ‘who needs friends like either of yous?’ rude but you’re hurt, we get it, literally doing a diva strop inside and away from her]

Ali: [‘all good when you’re getting what you want though’ as he’s huffing off, so you aren’t fully yelling it across this site but loud enough that he’s hearing despite going in the caravan, pushing your bike into the grass even though that’s illogical and storming off yourself without it]

Ronan: [that went well lol, if you wanna cali at me btw in regards to that bombshell feel free]

Ali: [oh lord, alright, just carry on the peak drama of it all]

Ali: [private at Carly then because we don’t need to bring in anyone else lol]

Ali: You had all day to warn me, to not let that happen, thanks a lot

Carly: I’m sorry?

Carly: whats happened? 

Ali: You and Ronan happened, again, or had you forgotten?

Carly: oh that

Carly: he never said nothing to me about it I didnt think he would to you

Ali: Well, he did

Ali: he assumed you’d tell me, as we’re meant to be friends

Carly: why are u 😤😠 @ me?

Carly: i didnt tell you about me & him before cos its how he was after me behaving, I reckoned on this being the same

Ali: No, it’s not the same because everyone knew that happened, you had nothing you could hide

Carly: yea cos of moses & it hurt ro

Ali: We’re not talking about Moses

Carly: idk maybe I shouldve said but we’d not even talked about it I had no clue what I was allowed to say

Ali: For God’s sake

Ali: well I’ve just had to discuss it

Carly: I’m sorry if id reckoned hed do that I’d have told u 1st

Ali: it’s too late now, so forget it

Carly: no please

Carly: I’m sorry

Ali: I had to tell him I have a boyfriend

Carly: well fuck

Carly: k I’m really really really really really sorry

Ali: Why would you not tell me? As if I would tell anyone

Carly: I didn’t know what to do

Carly: we was friends again & the whole time I had how that other dope boy said friends don’t fuck in my head

Carly: I could see how i might be ruining it again but i didnt quit acting up, I couldn’t

Ali: Maybe he’s got a point

Carly: & Moses does

Carly: theres something wrong w me

Ali: I can’t do this with you right now, I can’t

Carly: k

Ali: [Private at Ronan, either later that evening or the next AM, given some time, is the point, but haven’t left it either]

Ali: If you actually want to talk about any of it, might be easier on here

Ronan: I don’t know what’s to be said

Ronan: do you want to talk?

Ali: I just thought, that conversation probably didn’t go how either of us intended, so

Ali: if you want, yeah

Ronan: It didn’t go grand, no

Ronan: not my best craic chucking things ‘round the place

Ali: Not as if you aimed for me or anything

Ronan: Still

Ronan: By god, I just can’t believe you’re with someone and you didn’t tell me

Ali: You should get it, how dramatic it feels to tell someone something like that

Ali: as well as awkward 

Ronan: Yeah, but that don’t mean you have your own little secrets, like

Ali: It has been days, it’s not like, you know

Ali: and we haven’t repeated anything since summer

Ronan: You invited me back over your house at the weekend

Ali: It was just for the bonfire, genuinely

Ali: but I see why you’d think otherwise

Ali: it’s not that I didn’t like it, or I don’t like you no more, I just can’t right now

Ronan: Is he coming, your boyfriend?

Ali: nah

Ronan: So you was going to let me keep on thinking I were invited there different to how I am?

Ali: I didn’t know you thought that so how could I?

Ronan: It don’t matter now, I’ve been told how it is

Ali: Were we not friends then, like at all?

Ronan: You can’t be doing that like I’m in the wrong here

Ali: How am I any more than you

Ali: How many people have you slept with since kissing me, Ronan, come on

Ronan: 1 person, same as you

Ali: There you go then

Ali: I never stopped being mates with you

Ronan: I’ve not stopped, yesterday put the wind up me

Ali: yeah

Ali: I wouldn’t have told you like that, shouldn’t but I felt like you’d ambushed us

Ronan: I had thought you and Carls would’ve talked all day about me, I was only after getting my side in

Ali: Sorry to disappoint, like

Ali: I don’t know, she thought she wasn’t ought to, something like that

Ronan: Might be she reckons we ought not done it, that I shouldn’t’ve started it, I don’t know 

Ali: I’m sure she wanted to

Ronan: But I fucked up

Ronan: going there to cheer her up and she ended up doing it for me instead, playing my fave songs, putting on a film I like, all this I had no clue she had the knowing of

Ali: There you go then

Ali: was hardly your idea, was it

Ronan: She was being a good mate, I wasn’t

Ali: Whatever, I don’t want to hear about it

Ali: You’re both single, it isn’t a crime

Ronan: My own brother has only just got done himself using her, it feels like if it’s not it needs be

Ali: If you actually believed that then you wouldn’t have done it

Ronan: I don’t like her that way, I don’t know why I done it

Ali: Really

Ronan: She’s there, it’s easy

Ali: and you want me to be happy for the pair of you?

Ali: or believe I’m any different to you, was

Ronan: You weren’t happy hearing it when you know you’re different to me and we would’ve been happy ourselves

Ali: Things happen, outside our control

Ali: if you don’t want to use Carly, then you should stop, I’m not going to pretend it’s great when you’re telling me otherwise

Ronan: Yeah

Ali: I didn’t mean to meet anyone else but I did and I’m sorry

Ronan: And I didn’t mean for this with Carly

Ali: I know

Ali: it’s just going to be different, there’s no avoiding it

Ronan: Long as you don’t avoid me from here on

Ali: I can’t stand being third wheel, makes me wanna puke

Ronan: I’m not with her, you won’t be

Ali: Mm, you say that now but I still feel like you’ve got a secret I’m not in on

Ali: I know it’s stupid

Ronan: You’ll see at your party, all of us how we was before, just friends

Ronan: no more messing

Ali: It might be a piss poor idea letting every dickhead know where the Brit family lives, like

Ronan: I’m not that put out you’ve got yourself a fella I’d not protect you and your family

Ali: Thanks, Ro

Ali: you can tell them I’m not even one, see if they believe you

Ronan: Your accent is all over the place, could say there’s something wrong with you, you’ve a disability or whatever

Ali: Charming

Ali: no, I don’t think I shall be faking that for sympathy, slippery slope to breaking my own kneecaps

Ronan: How you talk’s charming, in fairness

Ali: You been up Derry way before?

Ronan: [tell her when you have if you have or where near there if not, idk how much you’ve travelled around lads]

Ali: Ah, I’m going to go there myself one day soon

Ali: ‘course my daddy would never step foot back so it isn’t a family holiday idea, like

Ronan: You don’t have need of him to take you, I would

Ali: Really?

Ali: could make it a roadtrip

Ronan: Sure, I keep telling you I’m your mate still

Ali: I’d miss you if you weren’t, so I’m sure glad of it

Ronan: I’d miss you more if I weren’t

Ali: Don’t make it a competition now, boy

Ronan: Ah now, is and I’ve won it

Ali: Oh and I suppose I’m to let you have that?

Ronan: You off school again?

Ali: It’s always a possibility

Ronan: I’m wondering how else it is you mean to stop me having it, why I ask

Ali: Ahh, I see

Ali: arguably you can’t have it no more for being at work, that logic

Ronan: We’re driving to a job down [somewhere far enough away they’re in the car for a while] or you’d get nothing out of me and reckon I’m sulking 

Ali: You, sulk? 😱 No… never…

Ronan: Ha

Ali: Okay, too soon

Ali: who are you in the car with today?

Ronan: [tell her, could be hilariously awkward depending who lol]

Ali: Never going to be a quiet journey then, don’t feel too bad for keeping you from having a kip

Ronan: Slept like a log last night as it goes, you’re not that much of a nightmare, don’t worry yourself

Ali: 👶👶

Ronan: How are you calling me a baby, schoolgirl? With your uniform on and everything, probably

Ali: Not all of us have supportive parents, tah very much

Ali: or jobs to hop on, feel sorry for me, like 🥺

Ronan: Nah, don’t wanna, too soon for emojis such as them

Ali: I didn’t know there was a list of pre-approved friend emojis, my bad

Ronan: I might write you 1 up

Ali: You should

Ali: and you shouldn’t bring up my uniform again, perv

Ronan: Here’s the slagging you’ve been waiting to give ‘til you weren’t on your good behaviour, I see

Ali: When am I ever on my good behaviour?

Ronan: True enough

Ali: Actual scandalous accusation, there

Ronan: Proper good word for you, there

Ronan: thanks a million

Ali: Now he tells me to stay in school

Ronan: When do you ever do as you're told by me?

Ali: Might not know loads but I know that’s not how friendships meant to work

Ronan: Is it not? What if we call it advice?

Ali: Bit pass ag but yeah, more legit

Ronan: Getting somewhere, so off to school with you

Ali: Okay, ma

Ali: Nothing better to do ‘less I fancy sulking myself

Ronan: Carls would say that’s - craic, too soon to quote her but I have

Ali: I’ve not spoken to her yet so you’re alright

Ronan: I’ll cross myself she says it herself too, be sick of hearing it

Ali: Wouldn’t hold your breath though, like

Ronan: I’m not the best at doing

Ali: I’ll teach you

Ronan: How are we going about that?

Ali: 🌊🌊🌊

Ronan: You’re after drowning me, is it?

Ronan: knew your costume were too good

Ali: Your memory is too good

Ali: I’ll have to lure you in the old-fashioned way 

Ronan: Give it a lash, girl

Ali: You’ve heard us sing, haven’t you?

Ronan: No, I’d remember if I had

Ali: Oh, that’s weird

Ali: suppose you haven’t

Ronan: You’ll have to have your party now, I’m missing out

Ali: It is a good reason to

Ronan: And I’ve sourced loads of fireworks already

Ali: Couldn’t possibly let them go to waste

Ronan: That’d be the day

Ali: Is it going to be awkward though?

Ronan: No

Ali: Not between us but what about Carly

Ali: and Bart, for that matter

Ronan: We’ll both of us talk to Carly

Ronan: and he’ll not, which is best

Ali: Alright

Ronan: It’ll be, swear

Ali: I trust you

Ronan: I’ll keep him busy blowing things up, he’ll take no notice of her

Ali: Sounds about right for yous

Ronan: There then, it’s no trouble

Ali: and no need for costumes, this time

Ronan: I’ve a fancy for it from the other night, maybe I’ll wear 1 even so

Ali: You fancy showing off in a ripped shirt again, s’what you’re meaning

Ronan: Who to? Your ma?

Ali: 🙄 everyone knows I have a fit sister, come on now

Ronan: I don’t know what you’re meaning, never heard nothing myself

Ali: Pisstake 😏

Ronan: I’ve work to do, leave your insults next to my list of mate emojis for later

Ali: 💪💪🧡👷‍♂️🥾⚠️💙

Ali: [Private at Carly, after the above convo]

Ali: Hey

Carly: [When I just know she’s been getting messy with Drew and Caleb because nowhere else to go and nobody else to hang out with, so obvs she is not at school and this reply is not immediate, but it is as soon as in the sense of she would the second she’s physically able to because she loves Ali with her whole heart]

Carly: Hey

Carly: I’m sorry

Ali: Me too, I just needed time to cool off before I could deal

Carly: yea, I get it & its k 💛

Ali: I’ve talked to him and he’s going to talk to you too so it can all be sorted, okay

Carly: ill keep an eye out for texts from him

Ali: It just made me feel like I’ve been telling you everything about Johnny and you were keeping that from me

Carly: i just couldnt have u think about me how everyone else does, I can’t

Ali: I wouldn’t, I don’t

Carly: theres no getting it out my head, what moses said, Ive tried I keep trying fucking everything 🍭🍬🚬🌿🌼🍄🍆🍺🍷🥃🍸🎱🔮🎈

Ali: He just wants to infect your head because it keeps him in control

Carly: but hes right, he is

Carly: thats why theres no way to be rid of it

Ali: He can’t be, he’s too far up his own hole to see anything

Carly: you felt it about me

Carly: & I cant blame u I dont

Ali: I was more hurt that it felt like a secret, not that it happened

Carly: idk how to do this hes right there too

Carly: im only bad @ it

Ali: Shh, no you’re not, it can all be fixed 

Carly: [writing sorry out x 13 which I’m not gonna do cos I can’t count and will lose said count, but it’s Ali’s lucky number and she knows that so]

Ali: It’s all okay, he’s wrong about you, he doesn’t know anything 

Ali: I’m not mad at you

Carly: I feel like im going mad here ❤️🐇🐛☕️🌹

Ali: Where are you? ⚫️

Carly: [send that location wherever you are with these trash lads]

Ali: Oh no, not them

Carly: dont be 😤😠 @ me when you said u wasnt ⬆️

Ali: I’m not, they suck

Carly: i needed 🍭🍬🚬🌿🌼🍄🍆🍺🍷🥃🍸🎱🔮🎈

Ali: Yeah, I know

Ali: You could leave now though, right?

Carly: w a 🦽💜 sure

Ali: I’ll see what I can do

Carly: ive missed u so [x 13 again] much

Ali: a wheelbarrow is more likely… not seeing an emoji for that though

Ali: I know you were only trying to be nice

Carly: cute 🐌🍂🐛🌼🍁🌻🐞🌱🍄 sorry i dont fit in your 🚲 basket 💐🍏🍓🍊

Carly: he 😍💋🥰💋😘💋 me I wouldn’t of 1st

Ali: He told me, yeah

Ali: You can 💋 whoever you want to

Carly: no I cant

Carly: never if it hurts you

Ali: I don’t know, I just don’t want to be left out

Carly: I love u more than anybody I’ve ever 💋

Ali: You’re so high 🍭🍬🚬🌿🌼🍄🍆🍺🍷🥃🍸🎱🔮🎈

Carly: yea which is how you know its true ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Ali: Is that the rule?

Carly: too high to tell a lie, i dont reckon i made it up myself im not smart enough to have

Ali: You’re plenty

Ali: I’ve seen the quotes about sober hearts and vodka being truth serum, etc etc, so, you must be on to something

Carly: where r you? school?

Ali: Does sound like the sort of wisdom they’re throwing around

Ali: I was back home after hiding from the ‘rents, planning a day in bed but I’m coming to find you now

Carly: no 🥺 stay in bed baby dont be getting yourself out for me ☁️💫✨

Ali: If you wanna stay with them, that’s okay

Ali: I can’t be hanging with them rn though, ick

Carly: i only dont want u 👀 me when im covered in them & youre not to do no rescue with your 💙💎☄️🧿🌌🌊 eyes closed

Ali: I don’t blame you

Ali: dunno what to do with myself now

Carly: sorry we cant see each other i 🙏💙🔮💜🤞🌠 we could

Ali: We still have the party this weekend, and to go shopping for it

Carly: yea 🔥🦋👠🍄🦔💃🥁🧨🪓🍁👢🍎🧚🍂🦊🪐🔥

Ali: It’ll be like before any of this bad shit happened, promise

Carly: if you say so, you’re magic

Ali: He’s promised too

Ali: they’ll be all busy with their 🔥🎆🎇🧨 no drama

Carly: ❤️🧡💛

[jisungsmochi]

nct dream reaction to you displaying affection infront of the other members

finally back with another reaction! i tried my best to suit each scenario with the member,, i hope you enjoy reading it! 

mark:

i don’t think he would mind

but he’d just be surprised

so when you hug him and pepper him with kisses (after not having seen him in weeks) infront of the dreamies

(you didn’t know they were all watching)

mark’s face washed completely pink

“why are you being weird? kiss me back” you whine, still not realising the others were there

until haechan let out a mischievous chuckle

“oh shit” both you and mark muttered

you quickly pulled away from mark, trying your best to ignore what had just occurred

but that wasn’t easy,, haechan was a menace

the rest of the night was filled with light teasing

“markie! come kiss me” haechan would exaggerate pouted lips

you and mark tried to ignore it, simply opting for mark’s arm to be slung around you as you sat next to him

once you were both able to get some alone time

mark was all over you,, literally,, would not get off you

“i’m sorry about before, here is your kiss now!” he would giggle as he lightly pecked your lips

it was nice to have him in your arms again

renjun:

doesn’t seem like the one to initiate affection in general, unless you are both alone

the dreamies invited you over for lunch, in which you kindly accepted

you sat next to renjun at the table, munching on the delicious food they had set out

everything was going great, the atmosphere was up and everyone was having a great time

you noticed that renjun had some sauce (HOT SAUCE) on the side of his mouth

you quickly pulled his face to meet yours, ignoring the looks of the other boys

“ah let me clean you up” you mumbled to yourself, wiping off the sauce with your napkin before leaning in to peck his lips out of habit

it was a normal thing to do between you and renjun

he would have done the same to you

but definitely NOT infront of the members

you immediately widened your eyes after the kiss, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day

“i want to make a joke but i don’t want renjun to kill me” jeno chimed in

renjun glared at all of them, he knew how flustered you were

so he tried to change the subject, calming you down by gently resting his hand on your thigh

he gave it a small squeeze before leaning over to whisper to you “thankyou for keeping our little ritual, babe. i will make it up to you when we’re alone”

jeno:

it wouldn’t be unusual for the members to see jeno pecking your cheeks or having his arm around your waist

but it was unusual when they saw you quite literally attack jeno with cuddles and kisses when you thought no one else was at the dorms

before jeno could even give you a heads up, you engulfed him in a warm hug, kissing his forehead repeatedly

“i love youuuu” *kiss* “more than anything!” *kiss*

jeno was enjoying it way too much to even notice the other members standing to the side

renjun let out a loud cough, signalling the group’s presence

you literally froze in your place, hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest

“oh hey guys, care to join us?” jeno snickered, knowing it was only making you more embarrassed

renjun and haechan both pretended to vomit

jaemin took a step towards you guys, mark having to stop him

“please just keep the pda to a level 1 when we’re here, we don’t need to know what happens during lovey dovey time” mark sighed as the rest of the boys joined you on the couch

you still had your head hidden in jeno’s chest, not wanting to face them

jeno only chuckled softly, pulling you to his side, stroking your hair as the boys changed the subject completely, now setting up for a competitive game of mario kart

“you’re so cute, i love you” jeno whispered so the other’s couldn’t hear

“i love you too” you muttered, ears heating up

haechan:

he messaged you that he had just returned from schedules, asking you to keep him company for the night as he wound down from his long day

you didn’t think much of it, rushing to his room once you had arrived

you practically jumped into his bed, giving him smooches left, right and centre

he was basking in all the glory of having you with him

but when chenle and jisung walk into the room, ready to ask haechan to play some games with them

they didn’t expect to see you on top of him

you loudly screeched once you heard them knock on the door

hitting your head on haechan’s headboard

the two boys scurried off, probably already telling jaemin and jeno what they had just witnessed

“oh god i can never show my face here again! those two twats are gonna make it seem like we were...gonna do it!” you cry dramatically

“wait so we aren’t gonna do it?” your boyfriend tried his best to light up the mood

earning a loud slap from you to his shoulder

you weren’t the type to initiate affection in general, so haechan couldn’t help but enjoy how flustered you were

eventually you both forgot about it, cuddling as you caught up on eachother’s days

there was another series of knocks at the door, this time jaemin and jeno entering

“uh y/n, we know you miss haechan a lot these days, but can you please lock the door if you’re gonna have se-“

“WE WEREN’T DOING ANYTHING!” you groan in frustration, hiding your face with a pillow

haechan just sat and giggled, way too entertained with the entire situation

he couldn’t have felt more proud

so this is what you get for showing affection...

jaemin:

adores you so much, even more when you initiate affection

but never pressures you to kiss / hug him or anything, he just lets you do it when you please

you were hanging out with the 00 line, deciding to go on a walk to the pier and have ice cream

all was going well, jaemin held your hand tightly as always

the others trailing behind you both, making comments like:

“we get ittttt, you two are the cutest couple ever, dont need to rub it in!”

“atleast they haven’t kissed yet!”

you smirked to yourself, knowing they were only teasing

jaemin pulled you closer to him, telling you to ignore them

you shook your head, an idea coming to mind

you show your boyfriend a mischievous smile, pulling his face closer to yours as you both stop in the middle of the walkway

“let’s give them a show” you didn’t give jaemin enough time to react before you pressed your lips against his

jaemin’s hands immediately attached to your waist, pulling you into him as he smirked into the kiss

he was just as shocked as the rest but who was he to deny a kiss from you?

he didn’t want to admit it but he was enjoying this way too much

haechan was ready to leave right then and there

renjun just shook his head, wanting nothing more than for you two to stop making out in public

jeno couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight  

you finally pull away from jaemin, sending the boys a shy smile before taking jaemin’s hand and skipping off with him

jaemin couldn’t help but lick his lips after, wanting to kiss you once more

“they are gross, but somehow it’s endearing” jeno shrugged, leading the two grossed out boys to the ice cream parlour

chenle:

i feel like he enjoys affection, but isn’t usually the one to initiate it himself

you’d both be sitting with the other members, playing board games or something

you would lean closer to him, rubbing your shoulders together

or gently pushing loose strands of hair from his face

he enjoyed small touches like that, but when you decide that you want a kiss from him, he freezes

“please, just one?” you whispered, completely ignoring the game at this point

he felt his ears heat up, feeling the eyes of his members on him now

he was having an internal debate 

of course he wanted to kiss you, but he was always the one who would tease his members if they did anything like this 

karma was going to get him real good

“r-right now?” you nod eagerly

he nodded back, leaning closer to you as you finally pressed your lips on his

a choir of moans and groans from the other members erupted

chenle immediately pulled away, feeling slightly embarrassed but also enjoying the feeling of kissing you

he started getting cocky when the other members began expressing their disgust

“you guys are just jealous that i’m getting kissed and you’re not” he huffs

“you wish! you two are disgustingly adorable” jisung rolls his eyes, earning laughter from everyone at the table

the board game resumed, jisung still having a distasteful look on his face

“i hope i didn’t embarrass you too much” you mumble to your boyfriend

“i don’t get embarrassed, love” he cheekily grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you rolled the die for your turn

jisung:

my shy baby boy

pls he would combust the first time you ever held hands

you knew he felt uncomfortable at times with pda so you refrained from doing too much infront of others

but one day, you were just feeling extra cuddly and loving

and it happened to be the day of the weekly movie night with the members

you sat to jisung, playing with his hands gently as you tuned into the movie

you started to feel yourself drift off to sleep, slowly leaning your head into his shoulder

jisung would immediately freeze up, hoping the others wouldn’t notice

but they did

you subconsciously brought your arm to wrap around his torso, snuggling into his side

jisung’s face was as red as a tomato at this point, he didn’t want to push you off but he also felt the stares of the six other boys on him

“psstt, y/n” jisung whispered to you, gently stroking your hair as you felt your eyes flutter open

you quickly pulled away from jisung, after making eye contact with the rest of the group

“jisung, why did you wake them up? they looked so peaceful!” chenle teased, making jisung even more flustered than he already was

“i’m sorry, sung. it won’t happen again” you felt bad (kind of) since you knew how he didn’t want to be teased

jisung just shook his head, deciding to pull your head back to rest of his shoulder, and your arm to wrap around him once again

it took you by surprise to say the least 

“don’t stress, it’s about time we cuddle like this” he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly while ignoring the looks from his members

truth was, they all found it endearing how soft jisung got with you

their little baby was finally growing up!

jisung would feel proud of himself (and you) for finally displaying affection openly

it solidified that your relationship was the real deal!

[arlestial]

heyyy I absulutely LOVE your writing!

Could you maybe do a part 2 for the recent Nahoya foc? Dont rush yourself and take core plsss

❝you're losing me❞

synopsis : Today is you and Nahoya’s anniversary. You thought he would come back early to celebrate it with you - it was a special occasion after all. But you were wrong.

pairing : Nahoya Kawata (Smiley) x f!reader •—Tokyo Revengers

tw : Part 2 of the previous Nahoya x reader (Part 1 is here), full angst, no comfort.

word count : 1250~ words

author-note : Hi ! You're not the only one who asked a part 2, I'm glad ! So here it is (I made an angst ending, I didn't know if you prefered a good one, if it's the case, tell me, and I'll write an alternative end), I thought it would be better with this end. Sorry for the delay, I hope everyone will like it (especially you @rome-alone !) take care of yourself ♡

He fucked up. And perhaps it was his last chance.

Nahoya wasn’t sure of the date, so he checked. One. Two. Three, four or five times. But he couldn’t even understand himself. Did he really forgot it ? Your couple birthday ? He realized when he saw your figure on the couch, the pillow wet because of your tears. He remembered about the restaurant, the restaurant where you waited for him for hours, the gifts, that you probably bought weeks ago…

He was so sorry. He wanted to wake you up, to apologize deeply, but you seemed tired, cold, and above all, extremely sad. Disappointed. So, he just took a cover, and put it on you, caressing your cheek with his finger. But when he saw your face, your brows furrowed in your sleep, he just left you on the couch, a bit sad of your reaction.

The next morning, you wake-up, sun on your eyelids. You growled, tired, and headed to the bedroom to take some clothes, in order to take a shower in the bathroom. On your way, while you stretched your arms, you met the person you didn’t want to meet at all. Nahoya. You just bumped his shoulder, trying to access to the wardrobe. He scoffed, quite shocked you were doing the cold shoulder now, and coughed for your attention. He was even more shocked to see that you didn’t even glance at him.

« Mornin, baby. The cat got your tongue ? » he said, in a flirty tone.

« I wish he could eat yours. », you responded, taking your clothes from the wardrobe, trying to form a good outfit for an hang-out today.

« No need to be this cold, babe », he looked at the outfit, puzzled, « where’re you going ? »

« Somewhere. Maybe the restaurant where I waited for hours yesterday ? Who knows. »

You walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You didn't want to see him now, or you would definitely punch him in the face. You took your shower, then dressed-up, brushed your teeth and your hair, and exited the bathroom, only to find (again) Nahoya in front of you.

« Where are you going and with who ? »

« I’m not gonna tell you. After all, you don’t need to know. You probably don’t care about me anyway. »

« Y/N, please, stop your childish behavior », he said, sighing, « we can talk this out, like civilized people. »

« My childish behavior ? Are you being serious right now ? You left me alone on our birthday to hang out with your friends, even though you knew I was waiting for you, don’t tell me you’re the civilized person here. »

He reached for your hand, but you slapped it away.

« Don’t you dare fucking touch me now, » and your voice began to shake a little, « after all I have done for you, for us, you ditched me like I was nothing to you, again », and tears left finally your eyes.

« Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please, listen to me. I know I fucked up. Give me a second chance. I shouldn’t have- » 

« It’s too late to apologize, Nahoya. It’s not the first time you left me alone to hang-out with your friends », you sobbed, « I’m not a toy you can play with when you want too. W-Why can’t you just think about me for once ? »

« I always think about you, I promise ! Just give me a second chance, I’m not gonna fuck it up again. Please. »

« I can’t, how can I trust you ? You hurt me-»

« Stop acting like the fucking victim now ! I’m as hurt as you, you act like I’m a fucking monster who treats you like shit ! »

He yelled and firmly grabbed your wrist, hurting you in the process. You stopped sobbing. You were not shocked. You were terrified. You knew Nahoya was a bit violent, he likes fighting, and all that stuff, but he always promised to be affectionate with you, never yell at you or even touch you in a violent way. Another promise he didn’t keep. He realized what he did, and silence filled the room. Tears flowed down your cheeks, your wrist still in in Nahoya’s hand, who was breathing heavily.

« I hope I never met you. »

« Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry- »

« I don’t want to be yours anymore. », you scoffed, « If you considered me as yours in the first place. »

You removed your wrist from his grip, you took your bag, and left the apartment, drying your tears. Nahoya tried to follow you but then, he understand.

You were gone. Forever.

Two months later, Nahoya was with his gang, and he couldn't stop thinking about you, still hoping that one day you would forgive him. He saw you across the street, walking and laughing. His eyes widened when he saw the person you were with; a boy from the opposite gang, walking hand in hand. The boy looked at him, with sharp, hateful eyes. The feeling of jealousy, he didn’t even have the right to feel, rose in his chest. You called out the boy’s name, and he looked back at you, giving you a kind and beautiful smile. You two kissed, and sudden tears left Nahoya's eyes. Now, you were with someone else. Someone who deserved you. It was too late.

[kithtaehyung]

Hiii I love your writing so much and 3tan is amazing. I took a break from writing for a while and dont know how to get back into it. What would be your advice??

Thank you so much, babe!! I actually took a years-long break from writing before diving into bangtan fics, so I can at least tell you what I did:

Write ideas down — even if you need to jot them down in a notes app, or on a napkin, write them down! You’ll tell yourself you’re gonna remember them but hey, get them onto paper in case you don’t.

Start writing small and build — there’s a lot of prompt lists that come up here! It could be a list of singular word prompts, or phrases, or dialogue lines. If you wanna practice, these are a fun way to ease back in and write small tidbits. And you never know, these could turn into full-blown stories if you get inspired enough!! (Last November, one of my Jin fics, started out as a single word November prompt “smoke.”)

Write what you want to write, not what you think others will want to read — this goes for creating in general, but for writing especially. Put love and time and effort into something you wanna make. If people like it, they will cherish it and stay for more. For me, it was that same Jin fic I mentioned. I knew that it probably wasn’t gonna be picked up since I was a new writer and Jin fics weren’t as popular as the other members. But it was so healing and fun to write, and I don’t regret posting it at all!

“It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done.” — there’s a popular tumblr post that says this but it’s helped me endlessly. As a perfectionist that is also a procrastinator, I had kept myself from working on and/or posting so many fics bc I myself wasn’t satisfied with them. But holy shit, once I realized that 1) this is being done and shared for free, and 2) there will be at least one person out there that will like it with all the imperfections, dealing with posting anxiety was so much easier. Just do the thing! It doesn’t have to be perfect.

There’s just some of my advice! I also have a few other posts with similar tips floating around but I’m out and about so I can’t search for them now. Hope some of this helps. Have fun and I wish you well🤍