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CHAPTER EIGHT (of frozen heart)

Elisa was freaking out. Ben had asked if it was okay to turn their hang out they had planned earlier into a date. She, of course, said yes. But now she didn't know what to wear and she had no clue what to do. Her friends were trying to help her get ready and she was pacing the room. Krystal sat on her bed, watching her with an amused look along with Parker and Ryder. Parker sat on Elisa's bed while Ryder sat at Krystal's desk chair, spinning it around sometimes.

"Calm down, girl." Krystal chuckles, shaking her head. "It's just a date. It's not like it's your wedding or anything."

"Yeah, but this is a date with Ben. My best friend since we were kids. This is big." Elisa argued as ran her hand through her hair. She was so nervous and anxious, her heart was pounding against her chest and she could feel her stomach doing flips. Her hands were shaking a little and she was pacing the floor. She was so excited, but she was also freaking out.

What if she messed up? What if she did something stupid? She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Ben. He was one of the few people who she was comfortable being around and she didn't want to mess things up with him. They had such a great friendship and she didn't want to ruin it. But what if the spell wore off and he didn't feel the same way? Or worse, what if after the spell wore off he hates her and never wants to speak to her again? She wouldn't be able to handle that. She continued anxiously pacing the floor, chewing her lower lip as she fidgeted with her ring Ben had gotten for her. Her eyes were glued to the floor as her thoughts swirled in her head. She didn't notice her friends' worried looks as she continued to pace, mumbling to herself.

Elisa was snapped out of her thoughts when Krystal walked over to her, taking her hands and stopping her from pacing. She looks up, blinking a few times as she tried to process what her friend was saying. "Sorry, what was that?" She asked. Her cheeks were tinted red from embarrassment, hoping her friends didn't see how nervous and freaked out she was. Though judging by their expressions, she knew they saw it. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she averted her gaze, biting her lip as she pulled her hands away.

Krystal sighs and shakes her head. "Hey, he'll think you're amazing no matter what you wear. You could be wearing a trash bag and he'd still find you the most beautiful girl in the world. He's crazy about you. He's always been crazy about you. Ever since we were kids, I've noticed the way he looks at you. How he smiles whenever you're around. How he listens intently when you talk and how he's always there for you. It was clear he always liked you more than Audrey. And now you finally have a chance to be together. So don't let your fears get in the way of this. You deserve this, Ellie. You deserve to fall in love and be happy. You've been through so much in the past and you deserve a happy ending." She says softly. "You may think you have a frozen heart, especially because of your powers, but I know deep down you have a heart full of warmth and love. Don't let your doubts hold you back from experiencing something wonderful."

Elisa blinks back tears, deeply moved by Krystal's words. She wraps her arms around her cousin in a tight hug, feeling a surge of gratitude for having someone like Krystal in her life. "Thank you, Krystal," She whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You always know exactly what to say."

Krystal hugs her back just as tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Anytime, Lissy. You're like a sister to me, and I'll always be here for you."

With Krystal's support and encouragement, Elisa felt a newfound sense of confidence wash over her. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, feeling ready to face her date with Ben. No matter what happened, she knew she had her friends and family by her side, cheering her on every step of the way. And with their love and support, she knew she could do anything.

"Alright, let's get you ready for your date," Krystal said with a determined smile, taking Elisa's hand and leading her over to her closet. "Ben's gonna be blown away when he sees you."

Elisa laughed, her heart fluttering at the thought. "Thanks, Krys. I really appreciate it."

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After her friends helped her get ready, Elisa was standing in front of the mirror in her room. She had curled her hair, pulling back some hair into a small braid and did her makeup to match the dress. She wore a dress with different shades of blue on it that reached her thighs, her shoes were flats and their color matched her dress. She also had on the snowflake necklace she always wore along with the ring she always wore. And, of course, she had on her gloves too.

"Hey, don't be so nervous." Krystal smiles, walking over to her. "You'll be fine. You look incredible, I'm sure he'll think the same."

"She's right." Parker nods, smiling at her. "You've got nothing to worry about."

"Thanks, guys." Elisa smiles a little, turning to face her friends. "I'm sorry if I was being a bit too dramatic."

"Don't apologize." Ryder laughs a little, shaking his head. "This is a big deal for you. I mean, it's your first date with the boy you've had a crush on forever. It's totally understandable to freak out about this."

"Thanks." Elisa chuckles. There was a knock at the door and her friends pushed her towards it, telling her to go open the door. When she did, she saw Ben standing there, holding a blue tulip, her favorite flower. Her eyes widen, a blush dusting her cheeks. She was stunned at the fact he remembered her favorite flower and brought her one. "Hi." She said softly, her heart racing.

"Hey." Ben smiles a little, holding out the tulip to her. "I thought you'd like this. I remember you telling me how much you love blue tulips." He explained.

"I-I do." Elisa nods, her cheeks turning a darker red. She accepts the flower and smiles. "Thank you, this is very sweet of you." She said before smelling the flower, loving the smell.

"I'm glad you like it." Ben nods. His breath is taken away by her appearance. She looked so beautiful, so gorgeous. "Wow, you look…"

"Weird?" Elisa finished for him, a nervous look in her eyes. She had been worried she was overdoing it and didn't want him to be turned off by her looks. "Horrible? Did I overdo it? I knew it was too-"

"No." Ben interrupts, shaking his head. "I was going to say you look beautiful." He smiles a little. "Gorgeous, even. You always do, but right now, you're absolutely stunning." He said softly, staring at her with admiration. Elisa's face was the color of a tomato, her heart racing at his words.

"T-Thanks." Elisa stammered, giving him a small smile.

"You're welcome." Ben nods, holding out his arm for her. "Shall we?" He asked, smiling at her.

"We shall." Elisa smiled back, hooking her arm with his. They said bye to Elisa's friends and headed out.

Elisa laughs, smiling wide when she saw Ben's scooter parked out front. She almost forgot about it. "You still have it."

"Of course, I'd never get rid of this." Ben smiles. "Come on, hop on."

"Gladly." Elisa chuckled, climbing onto the back after taking the helmet he handed her. He started the engine and soon they were on their way. Elisa remembered how she and Ben used to go around the kingdom on the scooter. They'd explore and just have fun. Those were some of her favorite memories, the times she spent with him.

When they got to the woods, Ben stopped and turned the scooter off. He climbed off and helped her off, then they headed further into the woods. He had her close her eyes and he guided her until they reached their destination. He stood behind her and rested his hands on her arms. "Open your eyes."

Elisa's eyes open and she's greeted with a beautiful scene. They were back at the garden he showed her earlier, but now there was a table set up with two plates of food and candles lit around them. A string of fairy lights was hanging from a tree, giving them some light. She felt her heart melt, feeling so touched that he would do all of this for her. "You did this for me?"

"Yeah, I did." Ben nods, a smile on his face. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." Elisa smiles, giving him a hug. He hugs her back, smiling wide. She felt her heart flutter when he hugged her, loving the feeling of his arms around her. She loved the smell of his cologne, the warmth of his body. She felt safe, like she was home. She never wanted this moment to end.

When the pulled away, Ben lead her over to the table. He pulls her chair out for her, letting her sit before pushing the chair in. Then he took his seat. "I'm glad you love it." He smiles, looking at her. "I had asked Mrs. Potts for some help with making the food." He admitted.

"Then I'm sure it will be delicious." Elisa smiles, starting to eat the meal. They ate in silence, the only sound coming from the birds chirping in the trees. The silence wasn't awkward, they were comfortable. That was something she loved about her and Ben's relationship, they could be comfortable around each other and not have to talk to fill the silence. They would have long moments of silence where they just enjoyed each other's company.

"This is amazing, did you set this all up?" Elisa asked, smiling wide.

"I did." Ben nodded. "I've been planning this for a while now." He admitted, his cheeks turning red.

"Aww, that's so sweet." Elisa cooed, feeling her heart flutter. She was falling more in love with him and that scared her. He was under the influence of a love spell and yet, her heart was aching for him.

"Well, I just wanted to do something nice for you." Ben smiles softly. "You deserve the best." He said, looking into her eyes.

"Thanks." Elisa said softly, her heart melting at his words. Her eyes widened when Ben reached across the table and held her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She felt butterflies in her stomach and her face heat up as she squeezed his hand back.

After they finished eating, he took her over to a lake near the garden. She stood there, watching the water, admiring the way the moon's reflection shined in it. He stood beside her, also admiring the view. Elisa's eyes were sparkling and a soft smile was on her face, her gaze locked on the lake.

"You remember how to swim? Or do you need me to give you a reminder?" Ben teased, a playful look in his eyes.

"Hey, I can swim." Elisa scoffs, laughing a bit. "I've got a great memory."

"Prove it." Ben challenged, a smirk on his face.

"I will." Elisa replies with a smile. He smiles wide and started heading to the top of a cliff. "Wait a minute, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Her smile turned into a grin as she followed him.

"If you're thinking that we're going to jump off that cliff, then yeah, we're on the same page." Ben replied while he got to the top.

He disappeared behind some trees for a moment, she figured most likely changing so she did the same. He had told her to wear a swim suit as well, but that was the only hint he gave her as to what the date was going to he like. She took her dress off, revealing her blue and white bikini and set her dress and shoes to the side. She took her necklace and ring off just in case as well and then went over to the top of the cliff, seeing Ben standing there, now wearing blue swim trunks with little crowns on them.

She laughs at seeing that. "You have swim trunks with little crowns on them."

"Shut up." Ben scoffed, his face heating up. He was glad it was dark, but she could still tell he was blushing.

"It's adorable." Elisa grins, nudging him playfully. "They look great on you, too."

"Thanks." Ben laughed, smiling. "You look amazing, too." He said softly, causing her to blush.

"Thanks." She smiled shyly.

"You still have your gloves on. Are you really going to wear those in the water?" Ben asked, looking at her gloved hands. Elisa grew silent as she glanced down at her gloves. She had worn them most of the time she got back to Auradon in fear of losing control of her powers. She had bene on an island where magic didn't work for years and so she hadn't used her powers in a long time, she was worried what would happen if she did use them.

Elisa's smile faltered slightly as she looked at her gloved hands, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She had grown accustomed to wearing her gloves as a safety measure, a way to contain her powers and prevent any accidents from happening. But now, standing at the edge of the cliff with Ben, she wondered if it was time to let go of her fear and embrace her magic.

"I…I'm not sure." She admits, chewing her bottom lip anxiously. "I'm worried that without the gloves, I'll lose control and hurt someone." She continues, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's been so long since I've used my powers without them, and I'm afraid of what might happen."

Ben reaches out, gently taking her hands in his own. "Elisa, you don't have to be afraid," He says softly, his gaze unwavering. "I trust you. And I know that you have the strength and control to handle your powers, with or without the gloves." He squeezes her hands reassuringly, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "But if you're not ready, that's okay too. I just want you to know that you have nothing to be afraid of. Not with me."

Elisa is speechless, her heart hammering in her chest at his words. She never had someone believe in her abilities like this before, and it meant more to her than words could express. She takes a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination coursing through her veins. With Ben by her side, she felt like she could conquer anything, even her own fears.

"Thank you, Ben," She murmurs, her voice filled with gratitude. "I needed to hear that." She takes a moment to gather her courage, her eyes meeting his with newfound resolve. "I think…I think I'm ready."

Ben smiles, his eyes lighting up with pride. "I'm proud of you, Elisa," He says softly, his voice laced with admiration. "You're brave and strong, and I know you'll do great." He squeezed her hands one last time before letting go, giving her the space she needs to make her decision.

Elisa takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next.With a determined nod, she reaches up and slowly removes her gloves, revealing her bare hands for the first time in years. She feels a rush of exhilaration as she flexes her fingers, the familiar tingling sensation of magic coursing through her veins. It's a feeling she hasn't experienced in far too long, and it fills her with a sense of power and freedom that she's missed.

She takes a moment to appreciate the feeling, reveling in the rush of adrenaline that courses through her body. She can feel her ice and snow manipulation magic flowing freely within her, and it's both a terrifying and exhilarating sensation. As her eyes meet Ben's, she sees a mixture of awe and excitement reflected in his gaze, and it fills her with a sense of confidence and determination. She looks back at her hands and takes another deep breath, readying herself for what's to come.

With a flick of her wrist, Elisa summons a swirl of ice and snow around her hands, the familiar magic crackling to life at her fingertips. The cold air feels refreshing against her skin, and she can't help but smile as the icy wind whips through her hair. She's finally embracing her powers after so long, and it feels liberating.

Ben smiles wide, a look of pride on his face as he watches her summon her powers. It's a sight to behold, seeing her so confident and in control of her abilities. He knew that she had the strength and control to handle her powers, and it was an incredible sight to see her unleash her magic after so long. He's filled with a sense of awe and respect for her, and it only deepens his admiration and affection for her.

Elisa grins, her eyes sparkling with joy as she creates a snowflake and sends it to float in the air between them. It's a simple trick, but it makes her feel giddy with excitement. She hadn't used her powers in years. She's sure she's rusty with using them and needed the practice to use them and keep them in control, but it feels good to finally let go of her fears and embrace who she truly is. With Ben by her side, she feels like she can conquer anything, and she's excited to see where this newfound confidence and freedom will take her.

As they stand there together, watching the snowflake dance in the air, Elisa can't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. Gratitude for Ben's unwavering support and belief in her, gratitude for this magical moment they're sharing together, and gratitude for the opportunity to finally embrace her powers and embrace herself fully.

"Thank you, Ben," Elisa says softly, her voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for believing in me and for helping me see that I don't have to be afraid of who I am." She reaches out, taking his hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I couldn't have done this without you." Feeling his bare hand against hers was a foreign feeling, but not unwelcomed. It sent a pleasant shiver down her spine and made her heart beat a little faster. She tried to control her powers, knowing they were often caused by emotions, and right now she didn't need a blizzard ruining the night.

Ben smiles, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks as he returns the gesture. "I'm glad I could help. I'm always here for you, Elisa. No matter what." He says sincerely, his gaze never leaving hers. "And I'll always believe in you, just like you believe in me." He adds, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Together, we can conquer anything."

Elisa's heart swells with love and gratitude as she looks into Ben's eyes, feeling a deep connection between them. In that moment, she knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, they'll face them together, hand in hand. "Thank you, Ben," She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything." Her smile turns into a grin as she says, "So, I think I'm ready to jump now if you are."

Ben's smile matches her own as he nods, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's do this."

With a shared look, the pair runs towards the cliff and leaps off the edge, plunging into the cool water below. They both surface a few moments later, laughing and cheering as they float in the crystal-clear water. Elisa feels a surge of energy coursing through her veins, the adrenaline from the jump and the exhilaration of using her magic making her feel alive in a way she hasn't felt in years. She swims over to Ben, her eyes shining with joy as she playfully splashes him. "That was amazing!" She exclaims, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I can't believe we actually did that."

Ben chuckles, wiping the water from his face as he nods in agreement. "It was pretty amazing, wasn't it?" He agrees, his smile wide and carefree. "But I'm not done with you yet." He said before swimming towards her and throwing her over his shoulder.

Elisa yelps in surprise, her heart hammering in her chest. She can't help but giggle as he carries her over to a rock and gently laid her down on it. "What are you doing?" She asked, laughing as she tried to catch her breath. Her face turned red at seeing the sudden close proximity of their faces, the thought of his lips on hers crossing her mind. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing it was the spell that was making her think such things. But it was hard to do that when she was staring into his eyes and being this close.

Ben chuckles as he hoists himself up onto the rock next to her, the pair sitting side by side as they enjoy the view. "Just wanted to show you the full view." He says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Elisa raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "The full view? Of what?"

Ben smirks, gesturing to the starry sky above them. "Take a look."

Elisa follows his gaze, her breath hitching as she takes in the breathtaking sight. The moon and stars shine brightly against the inky blackness of the night sky, their light reflected in the calm waters of the lake. It's a breathtakingly beautiful sight, and Elisa feels a sense of awe and gratitude wash over her as she admires the view. "Wow," She breathes, her eyes wide with wonder. "I forgot how much I missed seeing the stars…I could never see them this good on the Isle." She mumbled, a bittersweet smile crossing her face.

Ben nods in understanding, a look of sadness flickering across his features. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up painful memories."

"No, no, it's okay." Elisa shakes her head, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's just…it's nice to be able to see them again, you know? And I'm glad that I'm here, experiencing this with you." She says, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "This is a memory I'll treasure forever."

Ben smiles, his heart filled with love and gratitude. "I'm glad I can share it with you, Elisa," He says softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a special person, and you deserve to have special moments like this."

Elisa blushes, her heart skipping a beat at his words. She tries to hide her embarrassment, hoping that the darkness would hide the fact that her cheeks were turning red. He noticed this, his smile widening. He leaned forward, brushing her hair behind her ear. She blushed even harder and turned her head, her lips brushing against his hand. It was then she felt a tingle in her toes. She glanced down at her feet, noticing that the water had frozen at the spot where her feet touch. Her face turns more red out of embarrassment. "Guess my powers aren't going away anytime soon." She mumbled, pulling her feet up and curling her knees to her chest.

Ben laughs, a warm, hearty sound that makes Elisa's heart flutter. "I don't mind," He says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's kind of cute."

As Ben's laughter fills the air, Elisa can't help but join in, the tension easing from her shoulders as she realizes that he doesn't mind her powers at all. In fact, he finds them endearing. It's a comforting thought, knowing that she doesn't have to hide a part of herself around him. She leans into his side, feeling the warmth of his presence as they sit together on the rock, watching the stars twinkle overhead.

"You really think it's cute?" Elisa asks, a playful glint in her eyes as she looks up at him.

Ben nods, his smile softening as he gazes down at her. "Absolutely," He says earnestly, his voice filled with affection. "Your powers are a part of who you are, Elisa, and I wouldn't change a thing about you." He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Elisa's heart skips a beat at his words, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest at his touch. She leans into his hand, savoring the moment as she looks up at him with soft eyes. "Thank you, Ben," She murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "For accepting me, powers and all."

Ben's smile widens, his eyes shining with adoration as he leans in closer, his breath mingling with hers. "Always." His hand moved to gently grip her chin, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. Finding none, he then slowly closed the distance between them, letting her have time to back away if she wanted. She didn't and met him halfway, their lips pressing against each other's.

Elisa's breath hitched, butterflies erupting in her stomach at the contact. She leaned further into the kiss, her lips moving against his as she savored the feeling. The world around her faded away, her senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his lips against hers. It was a heady feeling, one she had never experienced before, and she found herself lost in the moment. She felt the sudden coldness in the air and she could feel her powers starting to flare up, her control slowly slipping from her grasp. She wanted to touch him, to hold him as they kissed, but she feared she would accidentally freeze him or something.

As if he sensed this, Ben's hand moved from her chin and gently wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hands close to him. His other hand rested against the side of her neck, his thumb gently stroking her jaw. He kept the kiss slow and soft, not wanting to overwhelm her, but the passion and desire behind his actions were undeniable. Elisa's nerves continued to rise as he placed her hands against his chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart. The steady thump thump thump was comforting and helped her calm down enough to regain her control.

Ben held her hands against his chest, the simple act of his trust and confidence in her helping her to stay grounded. His thumb stroked her cheek gently, the warmth of his touch seeping into her skin and making her heart skip a beat. As the kiss deepened, she found herself losing control again, her powers threatening to spill out and overwhelm her. With every fiber of her being, she fought to hold it back, her body trembling with the effort. She could feel her magic surging through her veins, a familiar icy sensation that both excited and terrified her. She tried to pull back, fearing that she might hurt him, but he only gripped her hands tighter, keeping her close.

"I trust you." Ben's words were a soft murmur, barely audible against her lips, but they echoed loudly in her mind.

Those three simple words were all she needed to hear, and Elisa finally let go, her magic bursting forth and enveloping the pair in a cocoon of icy wind and snow. She gasped as she felt the familiar tingling sensation coursing through her, her body buzzing with power and excitement. As the snow and ice danced around them, she could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath her fingertips, his own excitement palpable. She felt his arm tighten around her, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. It was a passionate, tender embrace, one filled with love and understanding, and Elisa had never felt so alive.

She's surprised when he pulled her closer onto his lap, her legs now on either side of him. The sudden movement and the closeness startled her, her nerves rising once again and causing her powers to spike. Snowflakes swirled around them as she struggled to contain her emotions, her powers threatening to spiral out of control. She tried to pull away, fearing she would lose control and freeze him, but Ben only held her tighter, his grip never faltering.

"Let go." He whispered against her lips.

"I…I can't. What if I hurt you?" She said, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

"You won't," He said with absolute certainty, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I trust you, Elisa. I know you can do this."

His words filled her with a sense of determination and courage, and Elisa finally let go, allowing her magic to flow freely and surround them in a swirl of icy wind and snow. The feeling was exhilarating, and she couldn't help but laugh, the joyful sound echoing through the air. She felt his lips curl into a smile against hers, his own laughter mingling with hers. As they embraced, Elisa knew that she was exactly where she belonged. In Ben's arms, she was home.

As the kiss broke, Elisa couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, her body craving more. She had never experienced a feeling like this before, and she knew it was only the beginning. Her body and soul longed for him in a way that she had never imagined possible, and she knew that the feelings were mutual. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his, her breathing ragged as she struggled to catch her breath. "That was…" She trailed off, her mind struggling to find the right words to describe the intensity of the moment.

Ben chuckles, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Intense? Incredible? The best thing I've ever felt?"

Elisa laughs, a giddy, carefree sound that made his heart soar. "All of the above," She murmured, her eyes never leaving his.

Ben's smile softens, his eyes filled with affection and adoration. "I feel the same way, Elisa. I've never felt this way about anyone before. Not even with Audrey."

Elisa's heart skipped a beat, his words filling her with a mixture of joy and guilt. "Ben, I…" She trailed off, her thoughts swirling and mixing, making her feel conflicted. She felt so guilty, having had put this love spell on him. She wondered if this was all the love spell talking, but she couldn't help but feel like it was real. As if she somehow knew deep down, it was real. But there was also a voice in the back of her head telling her it was wrong and that she was only taking advantage of him. That he didn't truly love her and that he would never feel this way about her. She wanted to believe him, to accept his love and reciprocate it, but she couldn't get past the guilt that weighed heavily on her.

Ben notices her conflicted expression and immediately pulls her into a warm embrace, her head resting against his shoulder. "Hey," He said softly, his voice filled with concern. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" His hands rub her back in gentle circles, the gesture soothing and comforting.

"I'm fine," She lies, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew that if she was honest with him, he would be hurt, and she didn't want to see that pain reflected in his eyes. "Just…Overwhelmed." She mumbled, burying her face into the crook of his neck. That wasn't a lie, but not the entire truth.

"Overwhelmed? In a good way or a bad way?" He asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"In a good way." She says, pulling back and giving him a reassuring smile. It wasn't a total lie, this experience had been overwhelming in the best way, but the guilt still weighed heavily on her heart. She tried to push those feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the moment. "But I guess, maybe we should take things slow? I'm just…Not ready for anything else yet."

Ben nods understandingly, his expression softening with compassion. "Of course, Elisa. We can take things at whatever pace feels right for you." He cups her cheek gently, his touch warm and reassuring. "I just want you to know that I care about you deeply, and I'll always respect your boundaries." His eyes search hers, filled with sincerity and understanding. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

Elisa's heart swells with gratitude at his words, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She leans into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort he provides. "Thank you, Ben," She whispers, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

Ben smiles, his eyes shining with affection. "The feeling is mutual, Elisa," He murmurs, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. "I'm here for you, always."

With a contented sigh, Elisa snuggled closer to Ben, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. Her powers have calmed down by now, everything returning back to normal. In his arms, she feels safe and loved, and she knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, they'll face them together. With Ben by her side, she feels like she can conquer anything, and she's excited to see where their journey together will take them.

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mostmagicals · 8 months ago

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⭐ ( for here & wiildroses if u wanna <3 )

MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a “ ⭐ ” and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. (No Longer Accepting)

Winifred and Aurora - I love for Winifred to meet more vampires. She'd be probably be a regular guest at Aurora's hotel whenever Winifred's doing her DJing thing.

Fortune and Furong - A duwende who can grant luck meeting a luck dragon? I think it could be interesting! They could work as friends?

Eirian and Ponyo - Probably bump into each other in their human forms and maybe if they need company to explore random places, they could stick together and became buddies?

Denise and Coraline - Maybe they could investigate and research together in the paranormal? I mean, Denise always has a videocam and equipments with her since she's a vlogger, thought meeting each other could be interesting!

Krystal and Jade West - Maybe Krystal got enrolled into Hollywood Arts by her relatives and that's how she meets her? Krystal was also a mess and has issues on high school on her main verse? I can see them having this rivals to friends dynamic.

#indigodreames #( answered. )#( i've got a lot but these are all i can come up for now. )#( i'm delighted we've got a lot of dynamics already but i'd love to have more on your other blog too! :D )

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acourtofsnakes · 3 years ago

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Dating Marc Spector Headcanons - Part 1

Summary: Here are Marc's headcanons! Please be warned, there are spoilers for episode 5 in here, so please don't read if you haven't watched yet💕

A/N: This set of headcanons will mention (not in detail) abuse, nightmares and DID. I don't suffer from DID myself, and have done a lot of research, however, if I've done something wrong, or you feel I've misrepresented something, please don't hesitate to let me know✨

Also, I am British, and there is a correct way to make tea. And it is not with a microwave. I will die on that hill so, yeah. 😌

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Dating Marc would be like… that feeling and smell of a thunderstorm, the charge in the air and the rumble that echoes across the sky. Deep, powerful and capable of ripping the sky apart with its strength and beauty. But equally melancholy and maybe a little alone.

Over time, you would learn of Steven and Marc’s disorder, and the signs when one would switch to the other. You were… surprised the first time Marc fronted. Confused, for sure. But mostly curious. It was only for a few moments before Steven had control again, and after reassuring him it was okay, you just sort of accepted them. You grew to love them both in different ways, no matter which alter was fronting and you developed a different kind of relationship with both Steven and Marc.

Marc would have the smoky burn of the whiskey on his lips and the faint trace of coffee and rich spice on his tongue.

Sometimes he would sleep in with you, but other times you’d wake up to the smell of fresh coffee mingling with his scent. That coffee and amber aroma would cling to him, actually. It would stick to his clothes, and your skin so you could smell him for the rest of the day. He liked that. You usually smelled of either Marc, or Steven’s lavender and rain.

But back to the coffee – he would always have fresh coffee ready for breakfast. And if you didn’t like coffee, he’d have your favourite tea ready… Even if he did make it in a microwave the first time. But he was eager to please – we’ll get into that another time – so he learned how you like it best. Not to mention he had Steven scolding him in his head for doing it wrong. “Marc, I can’t believe you’re making tea in a microwave. Look, let me take control, yeah? I’ll show you how to do it properly.”

It would be the flames that flickered in those deep umber eyes whenever he looked at you. Flickering like smouldering ashes, always on the edge of turning into a blaze that consumed you in both body and soul.

Marc loves mirrors, surprisingly. You’d think reflections would be a hesitant thing for him but if you’re next to him? He loves them.

He loves standing behind you, those broad shoulders rising up against your body as his hand snaked up to cup the underneath of your jaw. He’d tilt your head to the side, eyes fixed on yours in the reflection as he planted soft kisses to your neck that would have you sinking back into him.

That almost always ended up with you both wrapped around each other, still in front of that mirror in all the intense, soul-searing heat Marc possessed. He really loves mirrors with you.

He also loves to see you in his clothes.

You’d slowly begin to harvest and pilfer t-shirts, hoodies and sweatshirts from both Steven and Marc, wearing them whenever you wanted to feel comfy. Or just because.

Marc would come to front one day, to see you in his big white pullover hoodie and… he’d just get this rich, male satisfaction at seeing you in his – their – clothes.

So then he’d start purposely leaving things at your home for you to wear, his scent still clinging to the fabric so it would transfer onto your skin.

Long drives at night through the city with the windows open and music playing. He would have one hand on the wheel and the other in yours, or on your thigh, thumb gently rubbing against the skin now and then.

He’d love to play with your hands, just like Steven does. He’d surround them in both of his, eyes dropped to look at them, with his dark lashes almost grazing his cheekbones. He’d trace his fingers and thumbs along the sides of yours, and absently brush over your ring if you were wearing one.

He’d love it when you traced his hands too. Over each knuckle and tendon, kissed the scars fading on his skin and made him feel worthy of your love and admiration when he felt he deserved to be looked upon with disgust.

He loved any contact. Any softness and care you showed him… Where he could break through all those walls and finally let himself be vulnerable. It took him a while, and he fought it ,and you at first, but he would quickly come to crave letting you take care of him.

Sometimes you would be reading a book, maybe one of Steven’s and he would come over and lay his head down in your lap. You’d drop one hand to the back of his head, stroking through the semi-tamed curls slowly, tenderly. You knew what it meant to him, how he could never be vulnerable, not since his childhood. He had formed a tough, cocky, arrogant shell around himself and inside… there was still a boy crying out to be loved.

So you did just that.

Showed him it was okay to just lay there for hours with your fingers carding through his hair and sometimes even reading to him.

Looking at him, at that toned body, one would think he kept to a rigorous diet of health food and protein shakes… but this man has a sweet tooth. A complete, raging sweet tooth. Waffles, ice cream, gummy sweets, chocolates, cake – anything. He loved to bake with you too. Something you were surprised about but adored, nonetheless.

Even if the recipes didn’t always come out perfect, or look like the pictures, he still treasured the process of measuring ingredients and working side-by-side to fill the kitchen with yummy smells.

Just not when he got distracted and kissed you, resulting in that time a tray of s’mores cookies were actually on fire.

You also took the time to research traditional Jewish recipes, sweet or savoury, so you could surprise him with cinnamon babka the next time he fronted.

Oh my god, he didn’t know what to do with himself when he found out you’d been researching and made this delicious bread.

He devoured almost the whole thing in one go. And asked for it frequently, either himself or through Steven.

Marc draws.

And he can draw well.

You’d notice scrap pieces of paper littered with doodles when he was fronting, but the thing is, these doodles would be incredible. Be it little studies of yourself – your eyes, your hands holding a book, the shape of your lips – or just random things… He was so good.

Eventually you’d learn that it stemmed from his childhood, where he would draw to escape and lose himself in something safe and familiar, and it followed through to his adult life.

During his mercenary days, he always had a little pocket journal and a pen – or stub of a pencil – tucked into a pocket so he could chase away the lingering feel of death on his hands and replace it with the act of making something form on the page.

He absolutely enforces the sidewalk rule.

You know, where person A walks next to the road to protect person B from any cars that decide to jump on the path instead of the road where they belonged.

Both him and Steven do, actually, but where Steven does it subconsciously, Marc actively moves you out of the way so he can become a barrier between the road and yourself.

He would probably try and fight a vehicle if it tried to put you in its sights, to be honest.

Forehead kisses.

All. The. Time.

Marc would lift a hand, touching the side of his knuckle to your chin to tilt your head up, and then his lips would press lightly to your forehead. His nose would rest against your hair so he could breathe in the scent of your shampoo, and he’d let his eyes drift shut and his body relax. You were real, and you hadn’t run. You loved him, and you loved Steven and you were his. Theirs.

And they were yours.

“Sweetheart.” In that rich, rumbling accent.

Combine that with that wicked head tilt, the smirk playing on his lips and the slight narrowing of his eyes… Yeah. You were a goner.

Marc’s kisses wouldn’t be slow and almost tentative like Steven’s. They’d be… a little more hurried, because he’s so used to constantly moving that he doesn’t have a ‘slow’ setting. That’s not to say they wouldn’t be as mind-blowing as Steven’s though. They’d be rich and intense and “oh fuck, I can’t breathe but I don’t want to stop.”

He would cup your jaw, cradling something so precious between hands that have been forced to break and cause pain. He would kiss you deeply, licking his way into your mouth and then you’d both fall headfirst into it.

One of Marc’s hands would slide round to the back of your head, tangling in your hair to slant your head back whilst the other slid down to your lower back, pulling you against him like you might disappear.

When he pulled away, he would almost always capture your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a slow tug just to keep you wanting more – you’d always want more.

If you were too far away – meaning, about a metre away from him, which was far too far away – then he’d get this look in his chocolate eyes. He’d reach out for you, grasping at the air with grabby hands until you came to him, chuckling softly, “Big strong Marc Spector, giving me grabby hands?” But of course, you��d melt and immediately sink into that broad warmth. He’d be sitting down or be perched on something, so he’d be the perfect angle for you to gently guide his head to your chest. His arms would wind around your waist, holding you tightly, close to him like he couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving – because he couldn’t. Aside from you and Steven, he had nothing else.

Those desperate holds would become quite frequent whenever Marc was fronting. At some point, you’d come to learn about his past.

It happened one night, the pair of you in bed at your apartment and you woke up to Marc’s whimpers. Of all people, Marc was whimpering.

His body was stiff beside yours, his shoulders and his skin sheening beneath sweat-dampened curls. It would take a few tries to wake him up, shaking his shoulder gently, calling his name over and over to try and break through the painful memories trapping him under.

At some point, his subconscious must have broken through, because his eyes shot open, he flipped over and pinned you down. His knees were either side of your legs, one hand on your wrist and his other forearm across your chest. He stared down at you, tears cooling on his cheeks, his brown eyes wide and terrified – still stuck in the past and unable to break memory from reality and realise you weren’t a threat.

You held his gaze, body relaxed underneath him to show you meant no harm, “Easy Marc, easy. It’s me. I’m here. I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

The pair of you stayed like that for as long as it took for him to see you… and not someone else.

And then this sweet, broken man just… dissolved. His face crumpled, tears welling in his eyes and he sagged over your body, his head dropping to your chest. His words were muffled against the t-shirt of his – or Steven’s – that you were wearing, but you caught them all the same “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I thought you were… I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Over and over through his tears as his whole body shook, hands coming up to wind between your back and the bed.

Your heart was breaking. You were surprised he couldn’t hear it, because it felt like your very soul was cracking in two at the sheer pain and guilt in his voice, the disgust at himself. “Shhh, it’s okay, Marc. You didn’t hurt me. You don’t need to apologise…”

And as the minutes slipped into an hour, your gentle reassurance and fingers stroking through his tangled curls… He found himself opening up. And once he started, he couldn’t stop.

He told you about his little brother, how much he adored him and the games they would play together. The way their parents would make every birthday completely magical.

Then he told you about that day.

The day they went to the cave, and it started to rain. How they still went on, playing their games even though their mother had always warned them not to go in when it was raining.

How the water rose, higher and higher.

How Marc couldn’t reach his brother, couldn’t get him out, no matter how hard he tried.

He told you about how he had to walk back home, alone.

How he had to tell his parents that he’d lost Ro Ro.

Through tears, both your own and his, he recalled what happened that day after the funeral. The vile words his mother had spat at him. The way she turned cold and hateful toward that scared, guilt-stricken little boy.

There were still things he was holding back, and that was okay. He was giving you way more than you could ever have coaxed out of him, so you weren’t going to stop or push. Just let him get it all out and hold him through the turmoil.

He spoke of how he came to be a mercenary, and the lives he had taken.

He hadn’t even gotten to Khonshu yet, but Marc had broken down into tears again, his eyes distant and cold as he shook his head into your chest. “I’m a monster. You shouldn’t even be near me. Steven shouldn’t let you be anywhere close to me. Anyone around me…” His hands had balled into fists underneath your spine, before he suddenly moved, jerking upright and making to turn away from you. “They die. Everything I touch dies because I am unworthy of all of this. Of love.” He spat the word with such hatred to himself that you felt a fierce urge to protect him from the world, and himself. And from the memories of the woman who was supposed to care for him and love him unconditionally, yet planted those very words he now spat.

“Marc Spector, you listen to me right now.” With gentle hands cupping his face, you stopped him from turning away and encouraged him to look at you, his eyes near black, swirling with memories and turmoil, “You are not a monster. You are not this hateful creature you see yourself as.”

It took some doing, but you managed to get him laying back down, on his back this time with his head cradled on your crossed legs. You caressed his face, dragging your fingertips lightly down his nose, and back up between his eyebrows, “What happened to you was… awful. So, so awful and no child, no adult should have to experience that. And it wasn’t your fault, you were just a kid. But what you went on to do… That does not make you any less of a strong, loyal man. Thoughtful, and fierce. You helped get rid of some of the vilest people on the planet… And that doesn’t make you any less worthy of love.”

His eyes had since closed with your precious touch, but the unsteady rise and fall of his chest let you know he was listening. Even if a tear slid down his cheek now and then.

You rested your hands either side of his face, bowing down so you could rest your forehead upon his, upside down, “I will spend every single moment telling you that, believing it for you even when you don’t believe it yourself.”

And you had a feeling Steven would do that same.

#marc spector #marc spector x f!reader #marc spector headcanons #moon knight #moon knight spoilers #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #tw abuse #tw death #tw mental disorders #tw dissociative identity disorder

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chocominnie · 4 years ago

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Wasted Times- Pjm.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM, Dom!Jimin, Jealous Reader, Fuckboy!Jimin, oral sex, Penatration, Foot Job?, kissing, spankings, seriously lots of jealousy and tension, use of the word ‘’whore’’, exhibitionism, cum in pants

Word count: 5.8k

Authors Note: So this is a draft of mine from way long ago. It was also posted on another account I used to be apart of, but no longer am. It’s an oldie but goodie.

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Summary: Two weeks, five days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else.

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways.

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.

It was killing you.

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you’re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago.

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction.

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right?

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way.

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here.

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit.

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside.

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture.

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively.

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you. But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours. Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water.

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons.

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy.

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine.

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much.

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls.

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass.

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass.

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you.

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you.

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt. The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears.

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways.

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out.

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you.

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices, every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now. With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again.

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm.

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down.

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips.

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers.

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’

‘’ Promise?’’

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

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The Law of Attraction (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader cannot understand how Spencer is in a relationship with someone who is his complete opposite.

A/N: Hello Everyone!!! Here’s another story from the secret-fic-swap in the Discord server. I tried my hand at a new genre and I like how it came out. A big thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for helping me make this real nice for y’all (this story was also written to her). Enjoy!

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Content Warnings: If you’re a fan of Max or Maxcer, this may not be the story for you. Sacrifices needed to be made for this story to be told.

Word Count: 4.2K

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The thought that the concept of ‘opposites attract’ was only true when it comes to physics. After all, the comparison of people to magnets doesn’t make any sense. If two people are together, there should be some similarities to build an established relationship, right? Without that foundation, the structure will surely crumble back into the fragmented pieces that created it, leaving them cracked and weaker for it.

Compatibility is necessary, yet there is none whenever I look at them. This is the fourth function that he has brought her to, and with each event, I find it harder to look their way. But when I do find them among the crowd, I can’t look away. Like a car crash or thunderstorm ripping tree roots from the ground.

It doesn’t make sense to me, why on earth would Spencer Reid be with a girl like her.

“If you keep staring at her, she might drop dead,” said a sarcastic voice, breaking me out of my reverie. I turned to see Tara with an amused smile occupying her face.

“I just don’t get it,” I mumbled, focusing my attention on the drink in my hand.

“What’s not to get?” she asked, glancing over at the couple in question. “They seem cute together.”

“They have nothing in common. He might as well be talking to some random person in this bar.”

I chugged the remainder of my beverage with desperate hope that the alcohol will somehow make things better in this situation. It didn’t.

“You sound bitter.”

“I am not bitter,” I bit back.

“I didn’t say you were, I said you sound.”

I didn’t respond to her because deep down I knew she was right. I just fiddled with the straw in my now empty glass as Tara continued, “Look, they both like coffee and going to the park, that’s something.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my throat at the thought.

“So do half the people on the administration floor, he might as well have a harem if those are the main qualifications.”

“So what type of person should Spencer Reid have?” she asked, an eyebrow arching up as she focused her attention on me.

“I don’t know. Someone who is family-oriented and loves kids. Someone who doesn’t judge him for his idiosyncrasies. Someone who listens to his rambles and actually responds to them. Someone who he can escape to when things get too tough. Someone who understands when to give him space but will continue to support him unconditionally. Someone who can challenge him and make each day exciting and interesting. Someone who can ke—”

“Whoa there, I didn’t think you were going to give me a whole novel.” If she thought that was a novel, then the rest of what I wanted to say would be considered an encyclopedia. The only one that Spencer would never read.

“I just want him to be happy,” I relented.

It was the simple truth. Everyone deserves some sort of contentment in their life, but with everything that Spencer has gone through in the past, his happiness should be at the forefront. He always put others before himself. It was time that someone prioritizes his wants and needs for a change.

“And she doesn’t make him happy?”

Not in the slightest.

But I didn’t want to say that. I was sure half of the team already thought, or knew, that I was infatuated with him. But I didn’t need to give them the satisfaction of a confirmation by talking about this any further. The looks that Tara had been giving me the past few minutes validated my belief that I didn’t need to dig myself into a deeper hole.

“Maybe,” I said, hoping to put an end to the topic.

But just then, I heard a laugh despite how noisy the place was. I knew without a doubt that was Spencer’s laugh – it was the only sound that would demand my attention that quickly. It was the one he used when he felt uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, Tara.”

I didn’t give her a chance to reply before I hopped off the barstool and made my way to where Spencer and his girl were as casually as possible. Jennifer and Penelope were also with them, and it seems as if the three ladies were doing most of the talking.

“….like kids someday?” I heard Pen say. I didn’t need to hear the beginning of the sentence to know what it was about.

“Ehh, certainly not. My nephew is a handful as is, I don’t think I need any more than that one in my life,” she laughed. She, of course, being the ever loving, ever annoying, Max. A quick glance at Spencer's face confirmed that he was bothered by the subject being discussed. If the rest of the ladies were a bit more sober, they’d probably have seen it too.

“Hey guys,” I interrupted, taking my previous seat next to JJ, “I ordered some water for us and some appetizers. Tara is going to bring it over when it is ready.”

Cheers and thank you were shouted across the small table, but there was only one face I cared to pay attention to. Spencer’s mouth was quirked in a sad smile that was meant to hide the discomfort that had already taken root in his heart like an invasive vine.

“Did you place my fries order?” Max asked, garnering my attention. As much as I wanted to ignore her, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t openly be a bitch to her, no matter how much she irked me. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Other than stealing the affections of a man I’d never actually pursued, that is. But I couldn’t really blame her for that one, right? I should’ve jumped on the opportunity before. It was my fault.

“Yup,” I answered quickly with a small fake smile before focusing on the wooden décor of the bar.

“So any plans for Halloween? Assuming we don’t get called in for a case of course,” JJ asked the table.

“There is this pop-up haunted house coming that weekend.” Spencer said, his voice laced with that childlike excitement that made my heart race, “It is near the annual fair, so I’m going to try and do both.”

“Awww, that’s a cute date idea.”

The table was silent for a moment before Max announced, “I probably won’t go. I am not a big fan of anything spooky or… horror. I’ll leave all of that to this guy.”

The table shared an awkward laugh in a poor attempt to lighten the mood.

“Anyway,” I coughed out, attempting to save this poor conversation, “you guys need to hear this terrible joke the bartender told me. So basically, this screwdriver walks into a bar….” and just like that, the topic had been changed.

Tara joined us shortly after and the conversation remained lighthearted for the remainder of the evening. We later said our farewells and readied ourselves to go back home. While I should’ve been sad to leave him, I couldn’t help but feel a bitter joy from the fact that Spencer and Max didn’t talk directly to each other for the rest of the night.

●●●

It’s been a couple of weeks since the last team outing. Rossi must’ve missed us, because he decided to host a dinner at his place to celebrate the ending of a long and tough case. No one was going to pass up the opportunity of free food and wine, especially after dealing with a bunch of cops and detectives with entire tree trunks up their asses.

I was the last to arrive, which was not surprising since I live the furthest away from Rossi. Krystall welcomed and settled me in while informing me where everyone was. What I assumed was a team gathering turned out to be a whole party. There were definitely more than two dozen people occupying the space.

Good god.

“What’s all this?” I asked as I greeted Rossi in the, thankfully, empty kitchen. Because, of course, Rossi wouldn’t be Rossi if he didn’t take care of all the hors d'oeuvres himself.

“Krystall wanted to celebrate our anniversary,” he sighed, as if this ordeal was somehow troublesome. I had to roll my eyes; he wasn’t fooling anyone. We all knew that Rossi would move mountains for his wife.

Their love was pure and genuine, a perfect example of two people meeting again at the right time and sharing something wonderful with one another. As I reminisced on their beautiful wedding day, a thought came to my head.

“Isn’t your first anniversary coming up in a few months?”

“That’s for our second marriage, this is for the first.” Rossi simply stated with a proud smirk, as if it was standard to celebrate any and all anniversaries in life. I supposed that for him, it was.

“Why do I get the feeling that this was more your idea than Krystall’s?”

“Guilty.”

Classic. Well, I wasn’t going to tell a man what he should celebrate nor how to do so. I wasn’t going to ruin any opportunities to eat some fresh crostini.

Once I made my way back out into the main room, I was able to find my team within seconds. My eyes instantly landed on Spencer’s tall and lanky form. And I would’ve been excited for that, if it weren’t for the familiar woman standing beside him.

Max was there. Hooray.

Usually, I was able to properly prepare myself for seeing her. It actually, unfortunately, took a lot of effort to not be openly hostile to someone I dislike. It wasn’t something I was proud of, but it was true. Typically in a situation like this, I’d avoid the person all night. However, I wasn’t going to allow her presence to influence the night, much less stop me from spending time with one of my closest friends.

“Hey guys.”

“Ahh, you’re finally here,” squealed Penelope, “I already grabbed your favorite drink!” She stepped aside to make room for me in the small gathered circle before handing me the glass.

“So what did I miss?”

They all caught me up on the harmless gossip circulating around the office and the new happenings emerging in everyone’s lives. Everything was going well until I heard the next words from Max, words that felt like a bucket of ice water and lead being poured over my head.

“Well, Spencer and I are moving in together.”

Time slowed down, I was sure it had. Because I was able to gauge everything in a matter of seconds. Tara’s concerning glance my way, her hand reaching out and retreating as if to hold me. Penelope’s joyful appearance over the news, her arms rising quickly causing her wine to slightly spill on Rossi’s floor. Matt expressing congratulations as he roughly patted Spencer on the back.

And Spencer….

Spencer looked like he rather be anywhere but here. His lips were drawn in a too tight smile that I knew was far from authentic. He was tapping his heel against the floor and wringing his hands together.

If this was merry news from the two of them, why did he look like he swallowed a spiked fruit?

The loud clanging of metal against glass brought everyone’s attention to the noisy source. Time returned back to its normal pace at Rossi’s call, thanking everyone for joining in on the celebration and announcing that the food was ready in the dining room.

While everyone cheered and made their way towards the ornate display, I headed to the balcony. It was too hot, too stuffy, too loud inside the house. There was one too many people there.

As soon as I passed through the double doors, I took a deep breath of cool, refreshing air. Everything around me felt muffled. Like I had stumbled into a small pocket universe that only differed from ours by a few notches on the volume knob.

I was thinking too many things, and none of them adding up or making sense in my head. How do you move in with someone you’ve only known for such a short amount of time? What was he going to do with his apartment? With his personal belongings that were scattered and settled on crowded shelves? Why did he look so uncomfortable when she announced it? Did he not want us to know? Did he want to say it himself?

“What are you doing out here?”

As if being brought back to reality by the very same hypnotist who enchanted me in the first place, I became aware that I was not the only one on the balcony. I turned to look at Spencer, taking in his disheveled and tired appearance.

“I just needed some space. I was feeling a bit crowded.” It wasn’t a lie, but my companion and I both knew there was a lot more than just that. Trying to keep the attention off me, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Checking on you. I saw you come out here dressed like that and wondered what would drag you out into the freezing cold.”

Now that he mentioned it, the breeze was hitting hard. I didn’t notice my body trembling until now. It is funny how you can’t feel much when lost in your own thoughts. The pain was a welcome distraction, I supposed.

Spencer stood next to me and shrugged off the suit jacket he was wearing. I opened my mouth to refuse, but he gave me a pointed look before I could. Instead, I accepted the warm jacket over my body. The scent of cinnamon and spice immediately enveloped my form and I tried to hide the way my inhales grew deeper. Trying to keep him as close as I could for however long he would allow. He kept his hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down the sleeves of the jacket to instill some heat in me.

“So whatever happened to taking it slow?” I asked bluntly, keeping my eyes on the interesting speck of dirt that had ended up on my shoe. I didn’t feel bad about getting to the point -- There was no way I could subtly ask him what the deal was, and I’d rather not beat around the bush.

“Well, after the whole situation that happened, sh— we decided to pick up the pace of things,” he spoke lowly, as if he was unsure of the words coming out of his mouth.

“Has she even met Diana? Or know about her?” I instantly regretted asking, the angry look he shot my way had me feeling remorseful. But it also answered my question.

Max only knew the surface level of Spencer. She wasn’t aware of all the good, bad, beautiful, and ugly layers that comes with a man like him. She wasn’t the only one to blame, but I wondered how a profiler couldn’t tell that he was hiding those parts from her because he didn’t want to share them with her. He didn’t want her to know, because the knowing made it real.

“I just want the best for you.”

His irritated expression dissolved into a defeated one as he released the breath he was holding.

“I know, I know. It’s just…”

He stopped talking, appearing scared to share his opinions and feelings with me before he remembered that, unlike Max, he never had to hide things from me. He didn’t want to.

“It’s just…” I prodded, hoping he would continue with what he was going to say.

But he just stayed stuck there, opening and closing his mouth multiple times. I could practically see the cogs in his brain whirling as he properly tried to explain. “Well, the thing is that Ma—”

“Spencer?”

We sharply turned our heads to see Max and Tara staring at us. It wasn’t until that moment that I remembered our position. With Spencer’s hands rubbing tenderness heat onto my arms, his jacket over my shoulders and our bodies pressed together to keep warm.

It would be one thing if everything was settled, but this situation was anything but. Max had every reason to be angry. This wasn’t a new thing to her. So when she turned around, she stomped away fueled by the belief that she’d nearly caught her boyfriend committing adultery. Again.

“Fuck,” I heard the man in front of me whisper as he released me back into the cold night.

Still, as he left, he looked back at me. His eyes burned into mine up until he tore them away, making his final decision and hastily running from the balcony. Away from me. Towards her.

Tara and I shared the silence, but she looked at me with those inquisitive eyes, as if I was a client seeking out therapy from her.

“What?” I hissed, “We were just talking.” I refused to feel guilty over something that I didn’t do. If anyone had done anything, it was Spencer. But at the same time, I didn’t think he was entirely wrong, either.

“I didn’t say anything,” she muttered, holding her hands up high as a sign of surrender.

“You didn’t have to, I can feel the judgment from here.”

“Look, I’m not judging you. But I do want you to put yourself in Max’s shoes. You guys were gone for a while and she finds you two all over each other.”

“What are you talking about, Tara? Christ, it’s not like I was fucking him on the balcony!”

Although I didn’t intend for my words to be humorous, Tara laughed. I was conflicted on whether it was at me or with me, but it ended up amounting to nothing, anyway.

“Look, the night is young and you need to relax. Come back inside, enjoy the party, and don’t let them bring you down. At least for the next few hours.”

She was right, as she usually was. It was why I usually sought her out as the voice of reason; I knew that despite everything, she would always have my best interest at heart.

“Okay,” I agreed before following her back into the chaotic fray.

I heeded her advice and avoided the couple for the remainder of the night. Shockingly, it was pretty easy, but I was sure it was because they were avoiding me too. There were times, lots of times, where Spencer and I made eye contact, but we’d just as quickly look away, as if we were ashamed of what we have done.

All we did was talk. So why did it feel like something more?

There were also times when I made eye contact with Max, but instead of shame, there was anger and contempt. If looks could kill, like Tara had suggested, I was sure my heart would have given out.

It wasn’t until later in the evening that I saw Max take a cab home while Spencer was still inside the house. No one else but me noticed that they didn’t leave the party together.

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I hadn’t seen Spencer since the incident at Rossi’s a few weeks ago. He had to take his mandatory sabbatical leave and I had to take an abrupt trip back home. What used to be almost daily texts between us became nonexistent in a matter of hours. It was a terrible predicament that I was hoping to fix soon.

As I arrived, I spotted him at his desk. For a long time, I stood there staring at him. If he wasn’t nose deep in a bunch of files, I was sure he would’ve seen me, too. I contemplated on how I should go up to him, but nothing I could think of was good enough to say.

Hey, I have your jacket, I took it to the dry cleaner’s, so it is all clean. Rid of me like you wanted to be.

Hi, how were the lectures this time around? Still have a bunch of teens crushing on you?

What’s up, it’s been a while, do you want to get lunch during the break?

I hated that things were awkward, even though I was pretty sure that I was the only one that was making it so. I should have just gone up to him, greeted him, and acted like everything was normal, because everything was normal. Right?

Just when I was about to do so, Emily called us in for a meeting. Impeccable timing.

We had a serial killer case in Louisville, Kentucky. My situation with Spencer was going to the backburner.

During our stay in Louisville, Spencer and I barely interacted. We exchanged notes and passed long messages, but that’s pretty much it. I wasn’t surprised. Our specialties don’t really correlate when we are working on a case. Anytime I did catch some free time, I’d look his way, longing for the opportunity to speak to him. He didn’t look back.

Then, just as the case ended, another chance presented itself. After five days of hardly any proper rest, we finally found the unsub. Everyone was in their respective room catching up on some much needed sleep. Except for Spencer, whose gangly body was tucked away at the bar by himself, a glass of what appeared to be soda in front of him.

Silently, I took the seat next to him, and for a few minutes, everything was quiet. But unlike the usual, comfortable quiet, it was torturous.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

I stared at him, letting the silent communication denote the fact that I knew he was lying to me. Spencer released a sigh and looked at me with eyes more intoxicating than any whiskey that shared their color.

“Actually, no, I’m not okay.”

I was going to ask him what was wrong or if there was anything I could do to help, but before I had the chance to do so, he hastily answered the question I hadn’t asked.

“Max and I broke up.”

I stared at him, my face and mind blank as I tried to comprehend what he’d said. That Max and Spencer broke up. They were no longer together. Spencer was single.

I thought that if this ever happened, I would be happy, elated, jumping at the chance to take her place by his side. But I felt none of those things.

“What happened?” I didn’t want to appear nosy or meddlesome, but I needed to know.

“We were fighting a lot, and I couldn’t take it.”

“Oh.”

“We were… actually fighting about you.”

I sharply turned my head at him, both intrigued and disturbed by the implication that I had anything to do with the failure of their relationship.

“What? What about me?”

“She thought I liked you,” he said while staring straight back at me, daring me to scan through each fleck of gold and green to ensure that he was telling the truth. But his hazel eyes expressed nothing but honesty as he continued, “and she was right. I do.”

“Y-you do?”

All he could do was nod his head, lifting his hand and catching a loose strand of hair before tucking it behind my ear.

“Can I try something?” Spencer shyly requested.

Once again, the universe felt different. I held my breath, trying to wake from the dream. Although he didn’t say it, I had an idea of what he wanted. If the hand on the side of my face and the staring at my lips were anything to go by, I knew what was going to happen next.

I nodded back and closed my eyes. A few seconds passed, the sweetest kind of anticipation. But then I felt the gentle pressure of his lips against my own, sweet and tender. He moved his head to get a better angle while I brought my hands up to cup his face. The roughness of his stubble against the tip of my fingers was a perfect contrast to the softness of him. I could taste the soda he was drinking on his tongue and breathed in the cinnamon scent that seemed sunken into his skin.

When we pulled away, it was full of hesitation. All it took was one look for us to know we couldn’t do this. Not now, not yet. He was still healing from the recent break up and I didn’t want to be a rebound. I didn’t want us to resent one another for jumping into a relationship so soon. We weren’t ready.

We sat there in relative silence, taking in everything that has happened.

“Maybe one day,” he paused “one day we can give it a chance.”

“Yes. I’d like that.” I beamed at him, “And I look forward to that day. Until then, we remain as friends.”

He returned my smile and I realized that it had been a while since I’ve seen his real smile. I missed it so much.

“Friends,” he confirmed.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt relief and comfort. Because I knew everything was going to be okay. I had hope that someday Spencer will get the happily ever after he deserves and he’ll get it with me by his side. One day.

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bookaddict24-7 · 3 years ago

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I said at the beginning of the year that I would share my reviews more on my blog instead of just on Instagram and Goodreads. I’ve been reading a lot so far this year, so my reviews will be delayed on here. I upped it to 10 reviews per post so I can do most of the reviews before the end of the year!

Friend me on Goodreads here to read my reviews in real-time!

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156. The Prisoner of Cell 25 by Richard Paul Evans--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was craving a re-read of this because I never finished the series and I loved it just as much as the first time! I'm always recommending this series to fans of the I Am Number Four readers, and anyone who loves books that feature a ragtag group of teens fighting the evil corporation (plus, they have powers and travel around the world.) Such a great re-read!

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157. House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland--⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

While I enjoyed this book, I think it was a little TOO hyped up for me. I'm part of a book club and everyone loved it and ya'll know how I am with expectations (if you've been reading my reviews for a while). I think I expected a higher level of WTF, but it was still entertaining for what it was! I enjoyed seeing the relationship between the sisters, despite their mother being hesitant about them seeing each other. The mystery was intriguing and definitely worthy of being a Reddit mystery (as referenced in the book.) I was left with a few questions about why they can do the things they do, and I think a lot of it is left for the reader's imagination. I think this could even have the potential for a sequel, since the world introduced and the multitude of characters and experiences could be expanded. It also gave me really strong Wayward Children vibes (especially with one of the items mentioned). I'd recommend this to anyone who wants a spoopy read with a super atmospheric setting. If you want a conclusion that will leave you wondering wtf did I just read? This one is the one for you!

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158. A Dash of Trouble by Anna Meriano--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book was so adorable! I've been meaning to check it out for a while, so when I saw that the library had the audiobook, I immediately borrowed it. I loved reading about brujeria from the perspective of a younger character and also in a more whimsical storyline. I'm really intrigued by the siblings concept and kind of want to follow this series until the MC is 15 so we can finally learn what her specialty is! There's a scene at the end between the MC and her mom that was the cutest thing ever and reminded me of my mom and me whenever I was in trouble and I did the whole, "I love you, mami" thing. I also appreciated that the MC knew that what she was doing wasn't exactly right and her conscience was quietly warning her of the fact. If you want to read a cute story about brujeria and practice your Spanish, you should pick this up! I was so happy and excited to hear the voice actress speaking in Spanish as she read out recipe lists and other dialogues. Though I was thrown off a bit with how she pronounced azucar.

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159. Honey So Sweet Vol. 2 by Amu Meguro--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was a cute volume with how the two MCs are growing closer—I do think one thing was done rather quickly, but I’m also glad it was dwelled on. I can already see a love rival coming and the first hurdle this young couple will have to overcome! Can’t wait to pick up the next volume!

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160. I Cannot Reach You Vol. 1 by Mika--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

SO GOOD. Omg. These two. And when the author started showing us both perspectives?? Dead. Those short bonus stories at the end? Ridiculously adorable and sweet. I just...I need the second volume. I can already tell this is going to be a slow burn that destroys me. Also that cover art and the cover art for the second volume 😍

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161. The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ah, the plot thickens! Knowing some of the things we know from this book, the next book in the series should be interesting. I feel really bad for these kids. Not only do they have a murderous jerk after them, but now the world believes a lie about them and no matter how much they explain themselves, no one believes them. It just shows an interesting perspective of how kids might view the adult world around them.

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162. The Deal by Elle Kennedy--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wow, it’s been six years since I read this book! I enjoyed it for the most part—there were just a few instances that either showed this book’s age, or showed how important communication would have been. I’m doing this re-read because I recently purchased the whole series and want to actually finish it (the nostalgia hit me hard in April.) Will be starting the sequel in June!

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163. Komi Can’t Communicate Vol. 11 by Tomohito Oda--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This slow burn!!!! I love the cute scene at the beginning because it clearly shows that others see what’s happening, but these two are just being adorable and unaware. I always laugh when I’m reading this series because it’s either really silly, or really freaking cute.

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164. The Way of the House husband Vol. 1 by Kousuke Oono & Sheldon Drzka --

This was such a fun read and so different from other mangas I’ve read! This was more a collection of events per chapter rather than one linear story. The art was alright in some scenes, but the dialogue was great and funny. Also, the househusband is lowkey kind of fine af, so that was fun—especially the opening panels.

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165. White Night by Jim Butcher--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was always told, before starting this series, that it got better as the series progressed and wow...they were right! I’m really enjoying this series and so happy I kept going past the slightly awkward first few books. I loved some of the twists and the moments between Harry and a side character I can’t mention because spoilers. I also just want these two characters to just...smooch. Ugh. Slow af burn, I tell you. Anyway, this was great and there were some pretty cool scenes where Harry just sounded like a complete badass.

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Have you read any of these titles? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

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whats-wild-to-you · 3 years ago

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Stolen Heart - Part 1

October 2019

I can’t believe that after only two months of living in Seoul I got a job offer. And not just any job, I got a spot in the PR department at a record label. It’s perfect because I not only majored in PR, I also love music.

Since my Korean isn’t very good, I wanted, no, needed to find an employer who also spoke English.

Although I study Korean every day, the progress I made so far is little. I’ve been waiting tables and handing out flyers in malls until a week ago. Slowly but surely my savings are disappearing. This job couldn’t have come at a better time.

Beaming with excitement, I call my friend, Krystal. She’s Korean-American like me but has been living in Seoul half her life.

“Kris! I got the job!” I squeal into the phone. “I start on Monday. Can you believe this?”

“Congrats, babe! I knew you’d get it! You’re perfect for the job.”

“Thanks! I’m nervous though. I probably won’t be able to understand much in Korean.”

“You’ll do fine! 화이팅!”

I end the call and put on shoes and a coat. Finally I have a good enough reason to buy that dress I’ve been wanting for weeks now.

December 2019

I’ve been working in PR at AOMG for two months now and today is the label’s annual Christmas Party. So far I’ve only heard of the CEO, Jay Park, but never actually met him. He was on tour in Europe and North America for the past two months. Now he’s back in Seoul for the holidays before he leaves for his final leg in January.

Since the Christmas Party is my first official event as part of AOMG I leave work early to get ready. I rush home for a quick shower. Krystal offered to do my hair and will arrive soon. I have to persuade her to do my makeup as well, since hers is always flawless. I wanna look stunning tonight.

“Who are you doing this for?”

“What do you mean? I wanna look good!”

“Is there someone at the company you like?”

When I don’t say anything, Krystal jumps up and down in excitement. “OMG, there is!”

Loco and I have been hanging out a lot in the past month. He helps me alot whenever I don’t understand something in Korean. After work we often have dinner together, or just walk around the city. I think he’s cute. I also think he likes me too. But because I don’t know if dating someone from the company would be okay, I'm keeping my feelings a secret for now.

Finally Krystal is done with my makeup and I quickly put on my dress. I look at myself in the mirror, suddenly feeling very unsure.

“It’s perfect. You look amazing!” Krystal says reassuringly.

At The AOMG Christmas Party

I walk into the club that was rented out for this party and immediately feel all eyes on me. Maybe this dress is a bit too much, I think, but after receiving countless compliments I relax and enjoy the party.

Making my way through the crowds, I see Loco, Gray, Hoody and Jay Park, casually sitting in the lounge area.

They see me coming and Loco’s wide eyes are glued on me. Jay Park is looking at me too, although his expression is different.

Since both men are sitting next to each other, my gaze wanders between the two of them. Loco looks elegant in his three piece suit and purple tie.

But then there’s Jay Park. His crimson colored suit fits him perfectly. As I get closer I can tell he’s not wearing a shirt under his suit jacket, and if so he unbuttoned several buttons, his lion tattoo clearly visible.

Hoody hugs me first, while complimenting my dress, Gray also gives me a quick hug and formally introduces me to Jay Park.

I can feel his gaze all over me. I’m a bit uncomfortable since we’re surrounded by people, but at the same time the way he looks at me excites me.

I shake his hand, my fingers tingle as soon as they touch his skin.

Loco comes up to me, hugs me and pulls me down to sit next to him. I watch as Jay gets up to greet more people and Loco offers me a glass of champagne. When Jay comes back he doesn’t sit next to Loco but opposite of me, his eyes wandering up and down my body.

Isn’t no one else noticing how Jay Park is practically undressing me with his eyes? Am I imagining this?

Suddenly I feel hot. I need to step outside for some fresh air. Loco offers to go with me but I tell him to stay and enjoy the party.

Outside I see several women standing by the entrance, smoking.

“Did you see Jay tonight? Man, I would love to peel that suit off him!”

“He’s such a tease! He came by the bar earlier, but acted like he didn’t recognize me.”

“Is he here alone? I thought he was dating someone?”

“I don’t know what to believe. I’ve heard rumors he’s got a girlfriend. Others say he’s single.”

“My cousin saw him with a girl in Jeju last week. She said they looked very close!”

“He should just say it if he’s dating someone. Then I wouldn't have to chase after his fine ass for nothing. I’m not getting younger.”

The women laugh and disappear back inside. I draw in deep breaths, trying to steady my heartbeat. The way Jay looked at me made me tingly but there’s also Loco. He’s cute, reliable, and he is definitely single.

I hear footsteps approaching and turn around only to see Jay standing in front of me.

“Aren’t you cold?” He simply asks.

I’m feeling a lot of things right now, but cold isn’t one of them.

“I’m fine.” I reply, trying to keep my composure. My gaze rests upon the entrance. I’m afraid Loco might walk in on us and get the wrong idea, since Jay is standing dangerously close to me. The scent of his aftershave fills up my nostrils, making me dizzy. The three glasses of champagne might have something to do with it as well.

He takes a step towards me, while his hand wraps around my waist. I don’t dare moving, frozen in place while anticipating his next move.

His lips are on mine so fast, I don’t have time to react. He deepens the kiss and I feel my knees getting weak. The kiss ends abruptly with him staring down at his shoes, turning around and going back inside without a word.

Woah!

Back inside I look for Loco and find him in a quiet corner. “Why are you back here all alone?” I say as I approach him. “I was hoping you’d find me here.” He says.

His voice melts my heart and his gaze is piercing through me. “Let’s get out of here!”

“What?”

“Let’s go somewhere quiet, where we can be by ourselves. A stroll through the park maybe or we could go see a movie!”

What is going on here?

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He blurts out, eyes wide, filled with hope.

Woah!

“... because I want to be your boyfriend!”

As I register Loco’s words, all I can think about is Jay pressing his soft, plump lips on mine. I unconsciously lick them, still able to taste the whiskey sticking on them.

“I … this is unexpected.” I stammer.

Not really, I think. Loco’s facial expression changes from hope to agony.

“Would it be okay?” I continue, trying to buy more time. If he would’ve asked me 15 minutes ago, I would’ve said yes on the spot, but after kissing Jay…

No, no! Stop! Stop thinking about that. It can’t happen. It won’t happen!

I smile at him. Hoping it’ll convince him. But I stay quiet, although there’s a lot I want to say.

The next day, somber and determined, I look for Loco at the label. When I find him, I sit him down for a serious conversation.

“I was shocked yesterday, I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I thought…”

“You know how much I like you, but it’s dangerous. What if it doesn’t work out? We would both be awkward. Let’s not rush or force anything, huh?”

“You’re right.” I hear him say, but I can see the disappointment in his face.

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aphrodite1288 · 3 years ago

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Do you think kyungsoo album will have anything about his and jongin relation since he writes a song and most of the songs are love songs

I don't know. Tbh I'm not a "Couple items" or "lyrics meant to lover" person, in other words.. I don't believe in couple items and couple outfits blah blah and the Lyrics written to one another and lovestagram and captions meant to lover etc..

Coz most of the times it's just pure mere coincidence and ppl take it as a moment. Like couple items, most of the times it's just a trendy item that everyone has but shippers tend to relate it to their ship to prove its real and that they're really dating, also Like the Sky post Ji posted on his bubble every kaisoosist and Kaistal shippers and jenkai shippers went down for real for it and went crazy relating it to Ksoo's album theme which has a lot of sky, Kaistal shippers related it to the post Krystal posted with the wide protruding sky behind her , and the Jenkaiists related to Jennifer's latest posts about sky. So what?? Ji is dating all the three of'em?? Are they having a foursome affair?? Are they all dating e/o 😂 So i find it stoopid tbh.

Not everything Ji does or whenever he breaths that means it's for Ksoo Krys or Jenn 🤷🏻‍♀️ Wake up be logical folks!

Also the captions?? Every Ji or Jenn or Kryst caption on their posts for their shippers it means something, that they're hinting to e/o! No! That's not always true! Idols aren't into all the lovestagram thingy coz they WANT TO KEEP IT LOWKEY NOT TO ATTRACT EYES TO THEIR AFFAIR AND LOVE LIFE 💁🏻‍♀️

So please not every captions Ji or Jenn or Kryst posts is abt Ksoo or e/o please stop this!

Also those delulu fans who go around in lives and Ask Ji and Jenn and Krys (or any other idol) "Touch ur hair if u love Ksoo" " "Rub ur nose if you miss krystal" "Scratch ur neck Jenn if u still dating Kai" "turn around if kaisoo is real" !! THAT'S STOOPID STOP IT! STOP EMBARASSING URSELVES!

Ofc every person would scratch their neck and touch their hair or rub their nose if it's itchy during a live! I touch my hair and neck all the time while speaking to ppl it's a habit doesn't mean I'm dating Ji! Also turning around?? You cant stay still during a long ass live ofc you will move and turn around and do a lot of stuff! Ur not a robot! Idols ain't a robot. So pls stop this.

I believe in what I see only. Not what I can't see , which is what's on their minds.

Not every song someone writes means something to them or that they lived that experience 💁🏻‍♀️ Sam Smith only writes about breakup songs and departure of a lover and betrayal of a lover but he was always in a relationship happy and healthy during those times he wrote those songs 🤷🏻‍♀️ but maybe it was from his past maybe not 🤷🏻‍♀️ Maybe he never experienced those feelings that he conveyed in his songs.

For example I write fanfics with terribly angsty scenarios and tragic tragedy but I never experienced those feelings not have I ever lived them 🤷🏻‍♀️

I wrote about Breakups and heart breaks and divorce and death of a lover with much feelings and deep meaning but I never experienced those things 🤣 But my stories are so sad and depressing someone might say I'm a suicidal person while I wrote them when I'm happy or drunk 😂

Anyway it's possible that he wrote something abt Ji 🤷🏻‍♀️

Let's hear his album first and analyse the lyrics later.

#Kaisoo wrote songs to each other?#kaisoo #kadi #kaisoo love #dika #kaisoo love story

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Ateez: Their Little Sister Is A Popular Idol

Kim Hongjoong:

Hongjoong and you debuted roughly around the same time, and fans lived for your sibling interactions because they were just outright hilarious. You would always end up yelling at each other or having cute little banters.

One day, you were both invited on a special sibling episode of Weekly Idol with other idols, such as Jessica and Krystal, Izone's Chaeyeon and Itzy's Chaeryeong, Oneus' Xion and Onewe's Dongmyeong and Ex Boyfriend's Youngmin and Kwangmin. It was filled with competitions and Hongjoong and you just seemed to struggle to work together. It was especially hilarious when you two played the 'Shout In Silence' game.

"Knock Out!!" You shouted once you saw the word, which was coincidentally your debut song.

"Huh?!" Hongjoong couldn't really understood what your lips formed.

"Knock Out!" You repeated, louder this time.

"Blocked cow?!" He asked, unsure of his answer.

"Stop messing around Kim Hongjoong! Think! My debut song! Knock Out!" You were getting desperate.

"Wait what!" Hongjoong asked.

"My debut song!!!"

But Hongjoong stayed silent, his brain trying to think.

"Didn't you watch it?! Knock Out!!!" You hollered even louder.

"Jumped Out?!" He tried answering.

"Kim Hongjoong I will knock you out if you don't get it!!! Knock Out! Knock Out! Ugh! Stupid!" Your voice was hurting at this point.

"Hey!!! I understood 'stupid'!!! I'm older than you!" He warned you.

Yeah, you had the entire set laughing.

Park Seonghwa:

As your older brother, Seonghwa was extremely protective of you growing up and that didn't change even after you debuted. In fact, his desire to protect you intensified. You often complained about it, hating how he was always fussing over you, reminding you to eat healthy and annoying you at times.

Seonghwa lived for it though. His members were even surprised by how soft he turned for you only. And of course fans thought you two were so adorable. Atinys often liked to tease him about it, often asking him about what he'd do when you started dating. That always seemed to annoy him.

"She's not allowed to date until I'm dead." Was his response every time.

Being Seonghwa's sister, of course you were beautiful, and a lot of idols had their eyes set on dating you. But of course, Seonghwa was always there to cockblock them. Even on tv, he had no chill when telling them to back off.

"Seonghwa have you heard the news?" The tv host asked.

"What news?" He asked.

"Well, with your sister acting in the new web drama, there's rumors going around that she's dating her co-star."

Seonghwa's eye twitched at that, and the other members started laughing.

"I don't think he likes that idea." Yunho chuckled.

"Any words about the situation or to her co-star?" The host asked.

Seonghwa looked to the camera for a few seconds before holding his microphone up.

"Over my dead body." He responded causing the members to go into chaotic mode over his response.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho was the most supportive brother and he often said he was your biggest fan. Any chance he got, he'd promote you and your group, and was always dancing around to your songs. He'd even post dance covers of them, just to show his support. Every interaction you had, whether at music shows, ISAC or variety shows, he was your personal cheerleader.

He was also extremely clingy towards you, often hugging you, tangling his long limbs over your tiny body.

"Let go Yunho! You're squishing me!" You often told him.

"No! Let me love you!" Your protests would only encourage him to squish you even tighter.

Of course, the dancing genes ran strong in your family. Fans often praised your dancing abilities and were often wondering if you two would ever collaborate together to come up with a choreography. That's exactly what they asked Yunho one day when he was reacting to your comeback music video.

"Wow! As usual, Y/N slays the dance. She's getting better than she already was."

He looked at his phone, reading the fan's comments and landed on a particular question everyone was wondering.

"Would we ever create a dance together? Hmmm."

He thought about it for a moment.

"Honestly, I'd love to do it. What do you say baby sis? Wanna help your Oppa create a choreography? Just us two?"

He snickered when he thought about what you'd say when you saw his VLive.

"She's probably going to say no, tell me I'm annoying and to get lost. She has such a temper........"

He paused before smirking.

"You know what they say. Tiny creatures are more feisty cause their tiny bodies can't hold a lot of rage."

"She's going to kill you when she finds out you said that." Yeosang said from behind the camera.

"Probably. She hates being called tiny." Yunho agreed.

Kang Yeosang:

Although Yeosang was super proud of you for debuting, he kept the fact you two were siblings a secret for a long time and honestly you liked it that way too. You were both introverts and preferred to lay low.

Fans of your groups often compared you two, saying how similar you looked, how you were both the savage ones of your groups, even your little habits and love for chicken was extremely similar. Of course, both of you saw their posts and videos comparing you two, and you both cringed when some thought you'd be cute together. That's when you two stepped in and clarified you were siblings. Now it was fan's turn to be shook at the revelation.

And that became the topic when your groups were invited on a variety show. At one point, Ateez was complaining how Yeosang roasts them so much that they're scared of him and can't ever say anything back. You burst out laughing at that.

"He may be my older brother, but I'm not scared of his sharp tongue." You bravely admitted.

That's when the hosts suggested you expose something about your brother, like he did to his members on Weekly Idol. All of Ateez were super excited about the suggestion.

"Try your best. I'm not scared." Yeosang said confidently, but you knew deep down he was nervous about what you would say.

You couldn't help the smirk on your face as you thought about how to embarrass him.

"So my Oppa here, in front of cameras and with his members, likes to be cold and aloof, hating aegyo and skinship......not wanting Seonghwa or Wooyoung to baby him.......but it's a lie."

Everyone gasped at that.

"Cause at home, our parents are always babying him and he basks in their affection. He's always doing aegyo for them too. Atinys don't be fooled. Kang Yeosang is a literal baby."

Everyone started laughing at that, San and Wooyoung standing up and exclaiming that he was such liar and fake.

For once, Yeosang was so flustered at getting exposed, by none other than his little sister. He was speechless.

"Finally! The great Kang Yeosang had a taste of his own medicine!" Mingi exclaimed, having been Yeosang's constant victim.

No one had the power to make Yeosang scared like you did.

Choi San:

Your number 1 hype man, your caring brother, your part time manager, your personal photographer, and your cuddle bug, there's nothing Choi San wouldn't turn himself into for you. Would legit run a fan blog dedicated to you if he could. Is always praising you and saying the sweetest things about you.

Tries to get you to show off more of your skills and talents. You're shy and somewhat quiet, so people tend to look more at the other members, that's why San is always promoting you and encouraging you to not be afraid to show your true colors.

If you two are in public together, he's always holding your hand or holding you close. Yeah, definitely wants pics of you two to circulate the internet. Spoils you to no end. And he enjoys having you spend time with the other members. They adore you as well.

"Isn't she the cutest? The most adorable thing you've ever seen?" He gives you endless aegyo constantly.

"Did you just call me a thing?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

But you can't stay mad at him, not with that sad pout.

That being said, sometimes you do feel embarrassing by him. You're more reserved and somewhat conservative and so used to seeing cute San, that whenever he turns into demon San you're covering your face or screaming loudly.

"Aaahhh! What the heck San!!! What was that? Oh my god!" You screeched one day when you were reacting to one of his fancams.

"What happened to my older brother?! The one that carries Shiber around everywhere?! What have you done to him?!"

You grabbed your bottle of water dramatically and pretended to throw some at the screen.

"Be gone unclean spirit! Off with you!"

That's the one thing you two have in common: you're both super dramatic and so extra over the smallest of things.

Song Mingi:

He's the older one? Really? That's what everyone was thinking when you confirmed you were siblings. It's not that you looked older or him younger, no. It was your personality. You were extremely mature for your age and were often captured taking care of Mingi or scolding him. Naturally, people thought you were the older one.

Mingi honestly didn't mind. He often joked that he was indeed the baby and you were the older one. Every time you got asked why you babied him, it was the same thing.

"Have you seen him? He'd be dead if it wasn't for me. I'm the reason he's alive."

Mingi actually didn't mind you saying those things.

"That's how she shows her love. She knows she enjoys my company."

It was extremely hilarious for fans to see you guys spend time together. You two once did a VLive collaboration and it became a trending topic for days because it was extremely chaotic and funny.

"Mingi! I told you to flip the eggs!" You shouted at him.

"I tried! But it was stuck!" He tried to excuse himself.

"You're just a scaredy cat! Afraid of getting burnt!" You told him as you turned off the stove.

You immediately grabbed a kitchen towel and started fanning it over the smoke that accumulated in the kitchen.

"God! Mingi I know for a fact you have brain cells.....so fucking use them!"

Mingi gasped at your words.

"Y/N! There's a camera!" He reminded you.

You went wide eyed and panicked. Mingi began laughing at your reaction.

"Oh my god! You cussed live in front of fans!"

Mingi was cracking up so hard at what happened. You were so embarrassed by your mistake. You banged your head on the counter.

"Kill me now." You groaned.

Mingi came up behind you and hugged you.

"Hey don't worry little sis. At least now they know not to mess with you."

Finally, Mingi showed that he was indeed your older brother who was always there to comfort you when you needed it.

Jung Wooyoung:

"You're Ateez' Wooyoung's younger sibling right? What's he like as your brother?"

You often got asked that question and it was always accompanied by you sighing.

"Honestly.....he's a pain. I love him, but he's too much."

Yes Wooyoung loved you as well, but he was super annoying and his past time was teasing you to no end. Even if you threatened to smack him, which you did, or threatened to tell your parents, he'd still keep going.

"And here we see our tiny main vocalist getting ready, and like most females, she's going to take an hour on just her hair then spend 45 minutes on foundation, then-"

"Moooom! Wooyoung is narrating my life again!" You interrupted his narration.

"Snitch! Don't you know that snitches get stitches?" Wooyoung exclaimed, pushing the camera he was holding closer to your face.

"Bitches get stitches too.....Bitch!" You glared at him.

"Oooh! You! I should upload this to the internet and let all your fans know their sweet honey vocalist cusses like a sailor." Wooyoung threatened you.

"Do it no balls! Just remember who taught me those words in the first place." You smirked at him.

"......Shit! Why'd you have to inherit my blackmail skills?" Wooyoung said as he finally stopped recording.

Wooyoung was always reacting to your content though, often making fun of you, but he wasn't mean all the time. He often complimented you on your singing abilities. He was always saying you had the voice of an angel. And if there was something he was extremely vocal about was about any hate comments you got. He was quick and eager to call haters out.

"Dying dolphin? Who you calling dying dolphin? Have you even heard a dolphin dying? This is what it sounds like."

Suddenly Wooyoung began screeching at the top of his lungs, startling the member in the next room.

"What the hell are you doing on your VLive Jung Wooyoung?!" Seonghwa called out.

"I'm showing some bastards the difference between a dying dolphin and an angel singing so they can stop saying bullshit!"

Choi Jongho:

Jongho hates people acting cute, doesn't react to his Hyungs doing aegyo, and is never soft with anyone.....except you, his little sister. It was extremely surprising, even for the members of Ateez. You were the complete opposite of Jongho: you were tiny, cute, adorable, full of aegyo and were not afraid to show it off any chance you got. Loona's Chuu and Lovelyz' Kei had nothing on you in cuteness.

It never failed to amaze people how he smiled that bright gummy smile he had every time you did aegyo for him. The first time you did it was during an episode of Idol Room. It was a game of trying to get Jongho to smile, laugh, react to anything and all of the Ateez members failed. Then you came up with your pigtails and bright smile.

"Oppa! Why so angry? Can't you smile for me?"

The whole room burst into screaming and groaning when Jongho immediately smiled for you and patted your head.

"What the heck!" "That's impossible! He hates aegyo!" "This is rigged! That's sibling privilege!" "What the hell did I embarrass myself for?!"

Anytime anyone mentioned you, he'd immediately light up. He was so soft for you.

"Isn't my sister the cutest?"

Don't push him though. He's also very overprotective of you. Anytime he sees an idol staring at you too much, he flexes his muscles. Anytime the members said you looked cute or pretty, he'd warn them he'd split them like apples if they got too close.

Jongho nearly had a heart attack when he was watching your group's comeback with the other members. And it was because your group suddenly changed your cute concept for a more mature and sexy concept. He was flipping tables, literally.

"What did they do to my little sister?! What happened to her space buns and oversized sweaters?! Why is she wearing that short skirt?! Why are you guys staring?! Stop looking at the screen!!"

The others were cracking up at him as he tried to cover the screen with his body.

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𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓..? [𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 12]

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: prince! park seonghwa

reader: fem! knight

word count: 4.5k+

summary: It was time for another Selection. No- not a Selection for a bride but rather a well-trained knight to keep Prince Seonghwa safe after a failed assassination attempt. You, a blacksmith’s daughter, manage to make it to the elite group of knights worthy and skilled enough to protect the crown prince after months and months of training. This alone catches Seonghwa’s eyes- in more ways than one

a/n: part 12! that’s a lot more than i usually write lmao sjsks but we have more seonghwa interactions! i hope you enjoy! this is unedited, so i apologize for spelling errors!

taglist: @iwanttohitmyself @minihongjoong @i-purrple-u @taetae123094 @jeonartemis @barcelona-sergei @theoinkypiglet @sparklychangbin @krystal-cole @mangotexts @tooweirdforyou @park-simphwa @seonghwaskitten

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It’s been two weeks since the first round of elimination. Out of the fifty delegates that arrived, only half remained— ten females and the rest males.

The dining hall then was filled with goodbyes and some sobs as a guard came to collect the eliminated delegates. Fortunately, they were allowed to keep the uniforms provided for them to serve as a memoir for their time spent here. It seems like a form of mockery to others, a reminder of their failure, but it was better than heading home with nothing.

Seonghwa remembers watching from his spot in his room as the remaining delegates rush to bid their friends a farewell. They remained by the palace gates, waving and jumping goodbye. He felt a slight tug in his chest, a pang of pity if you will, at the sight. From his time spent observing the delegates, he noticed how some had developed seemingly tight knit friendships. It was heartbreaking to see them end there.

Now it was a new day. More lessons from the duke and the captain of the guards, this time being more rigorous than the last.

With a sigh, Seonghwa pulls away from looking out the window and goes about his morning routine: wash up, dress for the day, and have breakfast with his parents. By the time he was finished the delegates were already holed away in the library for their new set of lessons. The young prince on the other hand had some free time to spare before his lessons in diplomacy and kingdom relations.

He makes his way to the royal garden with another book in hand. He was probably on the fourth one of the series he was reading. The garden was situated at the back of the palace, stretching far and wide and housing the most elegant and colorful flowers one could ever see. He bows his head humbly whenever he passes by the gardeners, greeting them a good morning.

“Good morning, my prince,” Says one of the old gardeners. She was a rather frail looking and small framed woman. But anyone who knew her would say that she could walk and work for hours. And that one smile from her can brighten anyone’s day.

“Good morning, Auntie Florence.” Seonghwa greets, stopping in his tracks to kiss her cheek. He wasn’t related to her in any way but he frequented the garden so much, ever since he was child, that the old woman practically helped raise him. “The garden looks blooming today.”

“That’s because the rains have blessed them last week,” Florence croaks, flashing him one of her gummy smiles. “Ah, by the way Prince Seonghwa. Lady Ayeong is waiting for you in the gazebo, I believe she wants to talk to you.”

The young prince quirked a brow at this but thanked the gardener nonetheless. He makes his way over to the gazebo in the middle of the garden. It was built in the middle of a makeshift pond, its pointed roof painted white while columns of marble held it up. True to Florence’s word, there among the plush benches of the gazebo, awaited the young woman, her back to him. Her head was lowered, seemingly staring at something on her lap, as if she were deep in thought.

“Ayeong,” Seonghwa calls out to her gently. The duke’s daughter turned to him, a soft smile on her painted lips.

“Seonghwa, come sit.” She coaxes and pats the space towards her. “You don’t mind if we talk for a while do you?”

“Oh no, not at all.” He promptly heads over to the bench and sits beside her. Although, he maintained a rather respectable distance from her.

They were well past the first stages of awkwardness but a sliver of tension remains. Maybe it was the pressure of knowing that they’d one day be married to each other, maybe it was having to keep up a good impression. It felt kind of fake that they’d have to put up with this kind of demeanor around each other. Maybe they weren’t all that comfortable with each other just yet.

“Oh, I had no idea you were into romance novels, Seonghwa.” Ayeong speaks up when she notices the book in his hand.

The young man looked down at the novel and chuckled quite bashfully, a little embarrassed of being found out. “It’s probably ‘wimpy’ of me to be interested in such things, isn't it?”

“Not at all,” she responds genuinely with a shake of her head. “I think people are entitled to like whatever genre of novel without being ridiculed for it. It honestly doesn’t make sense to me as to why men can’t like romance... or that women can’t like philosophy.

“I find it very unnecessary times.. when they impose these standards on us because ‘it’s only fitting for people of our stature,’” She scoffs, tucking a strand of hair away from her cheek when a breeze flies by. “Hopefully that changes soon.”

Seonghwa knew, since they were young, that Ayeong was a strong willed young woman. She always stood up for what’s right and spoke up on behalf of the people that couldn’t. Most of the time, it garnered disappointed shakes of the head or disapproving whispers but it never deterred her. She was willing to make a point and fight to get it across.

“You’ve really never changed, have you?” Seonghwa asks with a small chuckle and a shake of his head.

The young woman lifts brow as she playfully hits the young prince’s shoulder. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

The two share a short but mirthful laugh before lapsing into silence once again. Only this time, it didn’t feel as awkward. Ayeong opened her mouth as if to say something but was interrupted as Hongjoong came jogging towards them. She pursued her lips together and quieted down. Hongjoong bows towards the pair before straightening up.

“I’m sorry Lady Ayeong but I’m going to have to take Prince Seonghwa away. Madame Olga is here for his lessons.” The shorter man said.

Seonghwa sighed but complied; his tutor always favored punctuality. “Thank you for the company, Ayeong.” He says and nodded his head at her.

“No, thank you. I’ll see around then.” She waved goodbye to him returning to her own thoughts again, deciding to refrain from telling him what she wanted to earlier.

As the young prince looked back at the duke’s daughter, he couldn’t help but wonder what she had wanted to say. It nagged at the back of his head during his lessons, making Madame Olga snap her fingers at him when she noticed that he wasn’t paying attention.

“Focus, Prince Seonghwa. You’re quite distracted today— is anything wrong?" The old tutor asks with folded arms.

“It’s nothing, Madame Olga.” The prince answers and returns his focus to the woman before him.

The day goes on as usual lessons in the morning, training in the afternoon. By the time lunch was over the delegates were back in the courtyard under the heat of the sun. The only difference this time is that you were dealing with actual swords.

You could feel your sweat drip down your cheek as you practically baked within the light chainmail you wore to protect yourself. You’d grimace whenever the sun’s rays reflected off of the swords, it’s glinting lights blinding you whenever it hit your eyes.

“Same rules apply but be cautious this time,” Byron instructs and stares pointedly at the troublemakers among you. “These swords may actually harm you. No simple bruises will come out of this but wounds and blood. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good. Now begin!”

You face Raviv, your usual partner in training, and point your sword at him. You didn’t worry too much about your grip and technique with the weapon but it was still nerve racking to finally use it against an actual person. The only time you’ve ever tried something like this was when your father let you hold a blade he was making and let you rain down hell on the poor tree behind your home.

You circle around your friend for a moment before lunging at him. The sound of metal against metal rang through the air and you struck again. Raviv has certainly improved on his technique and grew stronger. He could practically take you down in a few moves but you were quick enough on your feet.

“I see you’ve improved your joust, good sir!” You exclaim haughtily, swiping across him.

“Why thank you Madame,” Raviv replied just as mockingly. He grunts as he brings down two consecutive strikes against you. “And you’ve improved your speed. Why not run away from this battle instead?”

“And let you reclaim all the glory?” You let out an obnoxious, pompous laugh that caused your friend to snort in amusement. “Oh hohohoho, you’re quite ambitious. But I shall never relinquish my blade against yours!”

“Then prepare to taste the bitterness of loss, Madame! Hiyaah—“

Raviv lunged at you, thrusting his sword right at you. You exclaim in surprise and jump to the side, almost stumbling on your footing at that. You manage to miss the blade by a margin and glare playfully at him. You knew he was challenging you. He wouldn’t really put your life at risk like this unless he knew what you were capable of.

But before you could retaliate, Hae-seong walked in with a maid pitifully scrambling after him with a parasol to protect him from the sun. “Attention, ladies and gentlemen..!” He squawks, effectively halting your movements.

“I have an important announcement to make,” He continues. “I’m afraid training will be cut short today. You’re all required to freshen up and look presentable before the prince as he will be talking to each of you individually.”

This sparks conversation amongst all of you. The delegates all whispered to each other excitedly at the prospect of being able to personally meet the crown prince. You, on the other hand, we’re excited to finally get another chance to meet up with him again. Only this time, you didn’t have to sneak around the palace.

“Oh, _____, can you imagine? We’re gonna meet the prince.” Raviv says as he shakes your shoulders lightly.

Guilt gnawed at the back of your head; you haven’t exactly come clean to your friends that you’ve had a chance to meet him already. Twice in fact. Nevertheless, you were still happy. At least Seonghwa got a chance to personally meet your friends, even if you weren’t really the one to introduce them.

“I wonder what he’s gonna be like…” Raviv muses as he leans against you, putting most of his weight on you. He chuckles while you struggle to hold him up.

You push him off of you with a grunt. “Yeah.. I bet he’s great.”

“You may now freshen up. The prince is expecting you lot, soon.” Hae-seong drawls out before turning around on his heels and heading back inside.

“Well, you heard the duke,” Byron says with a warm smile. “Start getting ready.”

You all line up properly and return to your rooms. It was a nice change to be able to have more time to bathe and relax; you didn’t have to hurry up too much to avoid taking up too much of the others’ time.

Siyeon turns to you excitedly once you return to the room, her wet hair wrapped up in a towel. “______! This is so exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. What do you think the prince would say? What’s he like? I hope I don’t bungle up things-”

“Wolfie, you’re gonna do great! Don’t worry too much.” You reassure your friend with a playful shove to her shoulder. “You’re a social being, I don’t think he’d have a negative view on you.”

“You speak like you know the prince,” She smirks at you as she unravels the towel from her head and brings her brush to her hair.

You knew she was just teasing you but it still made you nervous that maybe she had caught on. Nevertheless, you played it cool and rolled your eyes in amusement. You threw on your best clothes, a simple blouse and a pair of trousers Siyeon had gifted to you on your birthday.

After fixing your hair and drying it, you were practically ready to meet the prince. You looked around to the other girls to see if they were done getting ready. As your eyes scanned their neatly pressed dresses and colorful clothing, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. It was only then did you notice that the majority of the girls that had made it past elimination was from the city-towns.

You tried not to let this get to you, especially since a couple of those city girls warmed up to the rest of you. The others… not so much.

“I wonder what he’ll talk about.” You heard Adrianna, one of the girls from the Capitol, ask. “I bet he’ll ask about the political climate.”

“Maybe,” her friend, Ryuko, responded before glancing back over to you and Siyeon. A mischievous smirk adorns her lips as she brushes her hair over her shoulder. “I guess some people are lucky they’re literate enough to comprehend some things.. or at least seem like it,” She feigns innocence but her voice was loud enough for you to hear.

Her and her little group chuckled to themselves as if they’ve said the most clever thing in the universe. Irina, a girl from a mining town, scoffed at them, mumbling to herself in her town’s dialect. She glanced up, accidentally meeting your gaze, to which you awkwardly pulled away from. Irina simply chuckled at your action.

“Don’t worry I don’t bite,” She reassures you— her accent thick. “Unless you’re one of those girls.”

Now it was your turn to let out a laugh of your own. Sure those girls were nasty but you tried not to pay no mind to them. Just focus on yourself.

You were awkwardly waiting by the tables in the library, anxiously tapping your foot against the marbled floor. Off by the couches at the farthest window was the prince and one of the male delegates from Sinna, a city-town. Their voices weren’t heard from where you were but you could see from the way the delegate was animatedly moving their arms around that they were having a rather pleasant discussion.

You found it kind of ironic but no less amusing that you were supposed to meet the prince here. It was almost as if fate was foreshadowing your meeting with him.. or it got too excited and decided to speed things along so that you’d meet on that fateful night almost a month ago.

You decided to read as you waited, wanting to get your mind off of your nerves. (You didn’t even know why you were so nervous. It’s just like talking to a friend.) Luckily enough, Hae-seong allowed you without one of his offhanded insults. Maybe he was having a good day… You picked a book off the shelf, turning it over in your hand to read the title: The Iliad.

You return to the table, getting lost in the world of Odysseus that you had conjured up in your imagination. And for a while, your nerves disappeared. You immersed yourself in Odysseus’ different travels and adventures. You were practically so invested in the novel that you almost didn’t register your name being called. You jolted out of your trance when Siyeon poked your shoulder, glancing up to see the familiar pointed look Hae-seong threw at you.

“Miss _____, don’t make me repeat your name for the third time. It’s your turn to speak to the prince.” He huffs.

You scramble out of your seat and you heard a few chuckles and sneers of amusement from the other delegates. You absentmindedly bring the book along, your nerves suddenly returning and hitting you with full force. As you approach Seonghwa though, you couldn’t help but feel a little at ease when he flashes you his charming smile.

“Ah, so that’s why you’ve ignored me,” He teases as he motioned to the book. “I don’t blame you— its a great book.”

“Sorry about that, your highness.” You apologize sheepishly as you sat across him, setting the book into his hand when he held it out. “But yes, it really is a great book.”

“Well it suits you. The story, I mean.” He sets it down by the window sill and turns to look at you.

Seeing him up close in the light of day was much different than seeing him at night under the dim light of the moon. The sun’s rays glinted off of his luscious and well kept curls, reflecting back against the elegant crown that sat upon his head. You could finally appreciate his features, from his sharp nose, to his strong jaw, and all the way up to his bright eyes that held some sort of childish wonder to it.

He was absolutely ethereal.

“What do you mean by that?” You manage to say when you break from your trance.

“You’re somewhat like Odysseus. You’re both determined to get your end goal— and you’ll stop at nothing to do so,” He deduced and leaned against the couch’s backrest. “Or at least, that’s what your eyes say.”

“My eyes?”

“Yes, you’re eyes. You have this… this determined yet intimidating look in it whenever you’re faced with a challenge.”

You do..? You were so puzzled yet impressed on how he was able to detect that from you… and why he was able to do so. Did he look at you often whenever he observed the whole group during training? Or did you bring too much attention to yourself whenever Hae-seong scolds you for the upteenth time that day. Whatever the reason, you didn’t think that the prince, out of all people, would pay this much attention to you.

“Speaking of which, what is your end goal? You never really told me.”

A wave of nostalgia, and homesickness, washes over you. You release a sigh, shoulders sagging. You fish out the simple necklace that was left to you, untying it from your neck and holding it out to Seonghwa.

“This,” You point to it, dropping it in his waiting palm. “This is my end goal. You know how my father runs a smithy back in Trelark, right?” He nods and you continue. “Well, I promised him that one day, I’ll get him the life he deserves. Open another smithy and bring in more money so that he’d never work another day in his life again.

“But then this selection thing came up. It’s not exactly what I had planned, but it was something. A warmer home, a softer bed, better food to eat,” You listed off and stared out the window. The town looked nice at this time of day. “And maybe, a chance to heal. Not only physically but emotionally.”

The prince remains silent at your heartfelt confession. That explained a lot of things about you. Why you valued your relationship with people so much and why, despite the many times you’ve fallen, always pick yourself back up and strike back with even more vigor.

A fond smile graces his lips as he looks down at the necklace you handed over to him. His delicate fingers ran along the smooth edges of the marble pendant as if tracing the memories held within it. “You really love your family a lot, don’t you _____?”

“They’re all I have,” You mumble when he gives the necklace back over to you. “The whole world can turn around on its head for all I care. As long as I have them, it’s all that matters to me.”

Hearing that stirs something within Seonghwa- a warm but heavy feeling inside his chest. He knows he has a lot of duties as a prince to take care of his kingdom, to give most - if not all - of them a good and stable life. But hearing you say this really spurred a sense of urgency to do better and to find practical yet effective ways to alleviate his kingdom.

He rests a hand on your knee, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I believe in you, _____. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this.”

“Why would I not trust you? I mean, I’m literally fighting so that I’d end up as the one protecting your life. If anything, you should be the one doubting me.” You chuckle, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I suppose so,” He muses.

The two of you continued to talk till your time with him for the day was up. He told you about how pleased he was to finally be able to meet Siyeon and Raviv, since you’ve told him about them before. He even talked about his slow but steady progress in mending his relationship with Ayeong. You were glad that he was able to move past that awkward stage and was now talking to her like nothing ever happened between them. He was more open in talking about him this time; last time you were with him it was mostly you who did the talking. You never knew how complicated, and boring, the royal life was until he spilled it all to you. Your lives were so different from each other yet here you were— exchanging stories and learning from one another.

You learned that he had an older brother, who was now living in the kingdom where his father came from. He was married to the princess there and had twins- one boy and one girl. It was quite a bit endearing to see the prince gush over his niece and nephew. His eyes sparkled with love and whenever he gets excited, his hands move animatedly.

Before you knew it, your time with the prince was up. Hae-seong walked over to the two of you and cleared his throat. “Prince Seonghwa, your time with Miss _____ is up. I shall call on the next delegate.” Seonghwa nodded. “Thank you Duke Hae-seong. Let me just wrap up my conversation with _____.”

The nobleman nodded and turned on his heel to collect the next person. Before you could stand to bow towards the prince he reached out to you, making you pause in your actions. You look at him quizzically, quirking your brow up at him.

“I almost forgot to ask; would you and the rest of the delegates like it if you were given a break? Just a few days off to rest and recuperate. Maybe even go around Capitol; the first Autumn Light festival is coming up soon. Maybe you’d like to witness that.”

Your eyes brightened at this. You haven’t been able to appreciate the city when you arrived. Aside from that, you were barely able to write more than a few letters to send back home to your family. Heck- you didn’t even have the time to send those letters. So of course you didn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

You nod your head with a grin, excitement bubbling within you. “I can’t speak for all of them but I’m sure most of us would enjoy that.”

Seonghwa nods and releases you before bowing his head humbly. “Well then, until the next time we meet.”

You curtsey in response, a playful glint in your eyes. “I’ll look forward to it, your highness.”

He chuckled and watched as you walked away. It was only when the next delegate came in did he draw his attention away from you. There was truly something about you that had drawn you to him.

“He was so nice and charming,” Siyeon gushes as you brush her hair.

It was late at night and everyone was preparing for bed. Once again, the girls were huddled into little groups or off by themselves doing whatever fascinated them at the moment. Now the chatter was about their time with the prince instead of the usual recap of the day. It was a nice change of pace, you all needed slow days like this.

“And his teeth— he has such nice teeth. I want nice teeth,” She pouts and turns to look at you.

“But you do have nice teeth, Wolfie.” You tell her as you shake your head. You set down her brush by her bedside table and flopped onto your own bed. “Your teeth are so nice they’re practically blinding.”

Siyeon huffs out a partially sarcastic laugh before tossing one of her pillows at you. “Ahhh, I can't wait till we meet him again. It was so nice talking to him.” She sighs as she lay sprawled all over her mattress. “Okay enough about me. What did you two talk about?”

You throw the pillow back at her and hum in thought. “Not much. Same as you: how my day has been, what things are like back at home, all of that.”

You felt bad for not coming clean to your friend— especially since it was unfair. But you promised yourself that you’d tell her and Raviv one day. Now was just not the right timing. You push the thought to the back of your head and move to settle under the covers.

“That’s it?” She prodded, convinced that you were holding back something. “Come on, you can tell meeeee~ I doubt it was just mundane stuff when you two were talking so excitedly with one another. Was it the book you brought with you?”

Your heart pounded rapidly against your rib cage at her suggestion but soon calmed down when she brought up the book. Thank the gods she noticed that. “Fine fine, we did talk about the book. But that’s all.. well— wait he actually asked if we wanted to have a break and I said yes. So maybe we’ll have some rest.”

Siyeon’s eyes widened animatedly at that. A large grin adorned her beautiful face and she bolted upright from her bed. “Seriously?? We get to have a break? Can we go around Capitol? I want to see the whole place.”

You chuckle at her reaction, leaning against your arm. “I think we can, hopefully; that’s if Hae-seong doesn’t throw a fit at the idea.”

You two chuckle at the little jab you put against the duke. Mina soon comes in to tell you that it was time for bed and curfew has started. You found it a little childish for this part of the nightly routine but you suppose it was implemented in order to keep the castle quiet and orderly at night.

As you blow out your candle and settle into bed, allowing your exhaustion to finally lull you to sleep, you think about the next days to come. Especially your next meeting with the prince.

And in the opposite wing of the castle, as Seonghwa shuffled into bed, he was thinking of the same thing.

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In the End (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: Inspired by the popular Tik Tok trend; Reid walks in on Reader taking off his/her/their promise ring after they’ve broken up.

Couple: Spencer Reid x GenderNeutral!Reader Category: soft angst?? I don’t really know Content Warning: Mild heartbreak and angst, momentarily sad Spencer Word Count: 1.3k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

“So I see you’re still wearing the ring.” Tara gestured toward the band of gold on my finger with her coffee cup, making the contents of the container stir audibly.

Before she pointed it out, I didn’t notice I still had it on, much less that I was playing with it.

She must’ve interpreted my fidgeting as an expression of my subconscious deliberation on whether or not it belonged there anymore, which wouldn’t have been entirely wrong.

Did it belong anymore?

I didn’t know.

“Wasn’t that his college class ring?”

“Yeah, it was,” I broke into a small smile. “When he graduated, he was only sixteen, so he got the ring to fit his finger back then. Of course, he grew out of it, and eventually, he gave it to me.” I managed to recite the story with no other emotion, other than a weak laugh, which was surprising actually.

Perhaps I wasn’t as torn as I thought I was considering I was able to recite a memory that used to bring me to happy tears with a cold indifference now.

“Why’d he give it to you?” “I used to constantly pick at my cuticles whenever I got nervous and most times I’d do it and I wouldn’t even realize I was doing it until I picked at them for so long that my skin started to bleed. He noticed it and came into work one morning with the ring. He gave it to me only after I promised him that I’d fiddle with it instead of picking at my cuticles.”

Truth be told, it worked.

Whenever there was turbulence on the jet, or I took too long to put pieces together, or a child was missing for more than 24 hours, I played with the ring, spinning it around my finger in slow circles. It was a better substitute than I imagined it would be.

“It’s funny actually because when he put the ring on my finger, we both saw how perfectly it fit me. Like it was made just for me.” This was a distant memory, but I smiled just as widely as I did when it happened all those years ago.

“That’s a really sweet story, Y/N,” She put a comfortingly hand on top of my fidgeting ones, forcing me to look at her, instead of the aforementioned jewelry.

“You don’t have to take it off, you know? I didn’t take my wedding ring off for months after Daryl and I divorced. When I told him about it, he said that it was endearing that I kept the ring - and I think it’d be endearing if you kept Spencer’s.”

I frowned and shrugged, still toying with the piece of jewelry. “But that’s different. That was a wedding ring. Of course, you kept it, but this?” I tugged the ring off of my finger harshly and pinched it between my thumb and index finger, holding it up to Tara’s face. “This is just a stupid promise ring.”

I refixed my gaze from the gold band to Tara, who was looking right past me. I held my breath when her eyes glanced back at me and her eyebrows furrowed - she looked absolutely mortified. And I was about to be, too.

I peered hastily over my shoulder, already knowing who I was going to see standing there.

My heart broke in two when I saw him stuck in the entryway with his eyes locked on the object between my fingers. I felt even worse when I saw one of his hands clutching the strap of his crossbody satchel while the other was in his pocket. He looked exactly like how he always looked when he entered the room - casually and carelessly - but after what he just walked into, he froze in his place, bewildered by the sight.

Right away, I was stricken with guilt. I frantically tried to pick up the pieces of my destruction, hoping for a reprieve.

“Spence, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not a stupid ring, I was just-”

“Do you not want to wear it anymore?” His voice was so quiet, I almost didn’t catch it breaking halfway through.

I turned back to Tara as if reading her face would give me the answer I desperately needed, but she was as confounded as I was.

By the time I looked back at Reid again, he was pushing past Prentiss and rushing right back into the bullpen.

“Hey, Spencer -”

Reid dodged her completely and wordlessly stormed off.

“Reid!” Prentiss leaned to the side to get a better view of him and continued to call out to him until he was out of range. “Reid!”

She turned back to me and Tara, recognizing the same sad look in my eyes that she did in Reid’s.

“Oh no . . . don’t tell me this is about -”

“It’s not. Don’t worry.” I turned on my heels (A/N: This is not to be taken literally; the reader isn’t actually wearing high heels; it’s merely an idiom) and took my seat again, cowering my head to hide my distress from the team as they entered the room.

Don’t ask me why, but I thought shutting it down before anyone else came into the conference room meant that it would go away, or that no one would notice. But I quickly realized that would’ve only worked if I wasn’t in a room with people who studied human behavior and the nuances of it.

“So what’s up with you today?” I heard Rossi ask from behind me.

I immediately regretted making a trip to the water cooler, forgetting how it was an opportunity to catch me alone and back me into a corner from which I could not escape.

“And don’t give me that ‘Nothing. I’m fine’ crap.” He raised his eyebrows to suggest he expected my sincerest answer.

“Honestly?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I thought we could go back to work and everything would be okay, but it’s only 10 a.m, and we’re already breaking each other’s hearts all over again.”

Rossi put a hand on my shoulder and sighed. “What you two have -” He paused. “What you two had, that isn’t gonna go away overnight. Especially if it was real. And we all know that it was. And when it comes to something as precious as true love, it needs to be handled with the utmost delicacy if you intend on preserving it. Me and Krystall - we didn’t work out back then, and I accepted that. But look at us now. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. And I think a part of the reason why is because I never stopped loving her. And imagine that - me? In love? As jaded as I am, I still loved her as deeply as I loved her back then.”

I laughed weakly and judging from Rossi’s smile after my laugh, that was his intention.

“Now, take Spencer. Kid’s got a heart of gold. And if I can love, he can, too. And he does. He loves you, Y/N . . . you know that right?”

“Yeah.”

“So take it from me - don’t be so eager to squander the relationship or rid yourself of any love you have for him. Hold on that love. Because if I’ve learned anything from marrying Krystall, it’s that there is such a thing as the right person but the wrong time. Okay, kiddo?” Rossi put his hand on my cheek gently and I leaned into his caress. He grinned before walking away, leaving me to my devices.

Don’t ask me how I knew, but I looked up from my dixie cup of water and right at the glass doors.

He paused when I caught his gaze.

I raised my hand to wave at him with a bittersweet smile. And to my surprise, he raised his hand briefly off his satchel to wave a little back.

Maybe it’s supposed to be us in the end . . .

But it’s not supposed to be us right now.

And like a bad habit I couldn’t shake, my fingers returned to the ring, spinning it in slow circles.

He saw . . . and he smiled.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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