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[joelsgirl]

Love Thy Neighbor Pt. 1

Muse: Joel Miller Word Count: 2k Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, grief, parental loss, fluff, No Use of Y/N A/N: Set pre-outbreak, maybe a year or two before. Ambiguous timeline. A Gift For: @dreamsofmandalore - A little SJ for you. Thank you for being you. Happy Birthday, darling. + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

The night should have been warm, beautiful, almost balmy. It was only the start of fall, things shouldn't have shifted so fast, yet no matter what you do, you can't seem to stop the chill, like it was deep in your bones, freezing you from the inside. Glancing around, you wonder if others can feel it too.

Everyone else seems to be fine, having a great time. The block party was being run by your best friend's mom. She and Lisa lived in the house down the end of your street. Her yard backed onto rolling hills, marking the edge of suburbia. This wasn't your scene, you weren't ever into parties, more of a homebody, really.

Even at college, you preferred late nights, the scent of dusty old books and the dim light of the libraries lamps. It's been six months since you graduated college, and it should have been the time of your life - out exploring the world, getting that high paying job you'd worked so hard for, living to the fullest, or whatever that means...

Losing your dad wasn't something on the cards. He was your best friend, the only family you had left... but fate was a cruel mistress. Moving back home after graduation was easy, sorting out the house and putting him to rest... was another thing entirely. Lisa had become your lifeline through it all... and though a season had passed, it wasn't any easier.

The din of the party was getting to you, the noise all too overwhelming. You were here for Lisa, wanting to enjoy the night as much as she was... but couldn't handle yet another concerned neighbor asking you how you were coping. Strolling down the back of her yard, your fingers trailing over the solid wooden posts of her fence until they reach the latch to the back gate. A quick check over your shoulder to make sure no one has noticed you before you slip out.

There's a small, narrow path that opens into a clearing. It takes you a minute to scan the canopy line before you find the treehouse your dad built for you and Lisa when you were kids. It's all so overgrown now but the steps to the ladder are still nailed into the large trunk. Testing the lowest one out with the toe of your ballet slippers, you climb up into the large space. He was a builder, a freelance contractor and this place had been your safe haven for so many years.

You hadn't visited in a while, but the interior was spotless. The walls painted a now faded burgundy, the window seat and sofa inside still clean and fresh. Lisa had mentioned coming by recently to tidy it up but she'd added some more knickknacks. This space had always felt like home, like a private solace, protecting you from the cruelty of the world below.

There was a desk against the far wall, a cupboard with books and a small coffee table in the center. Your dad had managed to hoist them up and set them inside. Climbing onto the soft cushion of the window seat, your back against the wall as you survey the clearing. Everything looks so small from this height, so insignificant.

The dark silhouette of another appears just below, so quiet you hadn't heard him coming... but you knew who it was, would recognize him anywhere. Your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him, idly wondering how he knew where to find you. "Hey..." His voice was low, sensual even from down there... at least to you. You bite back the grin wanting to take over as you nod to him, "Hey, yourself."

Joel had moved in to the house next door right around the time you graduated college. He had the stoic, single dad routine down pat; he was also kind, charming and seriously good looking. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but all he cared about was Sarah. His beautiful daughter, ten years old and sharp as a tack. She kept them both on their toes, that was for sure. Joel was a builder, just like her dad. Long hours and hard labour to provide the kind of like he thought she deserved. His brother Tommy would drop in on occasion, the genes ran in the family there... But Joel, he was something else.

"Mind if I come up?" You sit a little straighter, wishing there was a mirror nearby to check your reflection or something... "Sure!" He'd never been here before, but he knew about it. You told him when you were reminiscing about your dad shortly after... everything happened. Pulling yourself up from the window seat, you move to lift the latch, tugging open the trap door and helping him to pull himself up into the treehouse. "How'd you know I was here?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Was watching you." There was something in his eyes. So dark, chocolate had nothing on them. So deep as he drank in the sight of you. That concern dancing behind his gaze melted you, the warmth in his tone something new, something you'd started picking up on more and more of late. "Saw you slip out the back... No one else noticed." He was standing so close, you could see the gold flecks and caramel highlights in those eyes from the fading glow of the sun's rays. "Oh?" You were normally such a conversationalist, but there was something so intense about him, you were suddenly lost for words.

"Yeah, you looked like you could use a friend. Didn't want you alone out here." He paused for a moment, his words sinking in before he broke that connection, shifting his focus to the treehouse. There was a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as his hands slipped into his pockets, his leather jacket tightening around the thick muscle of his biceps. The black cotton shirt beneath it draped perfectly off the broad expanse of his chest, his black jeans almost faded. He walked around the room, eyeing off everything in the room before settling against the edge of the desk. "I see why you like it here so much."

There was something so surreal about having him here. He almost didn't belong. He towered over you, even like this. His body exuding nothing but strength and power as he filled the small space. Barely large enough for two little girls once upon a time, let alone him... The truth was, you'd been noticing the change in him because it mirrored the one in you. Thoughts of him always lingering in the back of your mind, afraid to look at them too closely.

"What are you really doing here?" Surprised he'd left the party, even though he hadn't brought Sarah with him this time. "I meant what I said; didn't want you alone out here." His voice was low, sweet like honey. It was one of your favorite things about him, the sound filling the space, tickling your skin as you bite back a smile. Your heart doing that thing it always does whenever he was involved; fritzing out as it fought to maintain some kind of regular rhythm.

You edge a little closer, half a step, then another. As if testing the waters. He knew it, too, a slight jerk of his head telling you to keep going until you were just within reach of him. A hand reaches out lazily, fingers hooking in the waistline of your mini skirt. Tugging you the rest of the way, until you were standing between his outstretch legs. Even though he's perched on the edge of the desk, he's still so much taller than you. His body so big, you wonder how it would feel to get lost in it. To have him wrap those arms around you and hold you until all your worries melt away. The rest of the world, too.

His hands slide down your sides, settling on your waist as he holds you tightly. Your cheeks feel warm, a soft flush coloring them as tingles rush down your spine. "Been thinking about this for a while..." God, that voice. He could bring a civilization down to it's knees with that thing. At least, he could, you. "Thinking about what, exactly?" You can barely get your words out, the sound a soft murmur as your breath catches... The way he's looking at you right now, the world really was melting around you. Nothing else mattered but him. Right there. If only you could freeze that moment...

His eyes flicker to your lips, to the way you're biting the lower one. The usually stoic façade gone, replaced by a hunger you'd never noticed before. One hand leaves your waist to cup your face. Thumb locking on your jaw as strong fingers grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he dips his head, his lips finding yours in a hard kiss. Your palms find his chest, pressing against them as you deepen the kiss.

Your mind flashing to all those late nights at home, crying as you try to pick up the pieces of your life, only to look up and find Joel right there with you. Holding you, helping you, a support like no other. He'd always been right by your side, had been the one for you long before you were willing to admit it to yourself...

All the unspoken emotion pouring out between you as the hand still resting on your waist tightens its grip, pulling you harder against him, as if letting you go would mean losing you and he couldn't possibly bare the thought of it. It felt like an eternity and a single moment all at once when he finally broke away. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before looking in your eyes once again, his thumb brushing your lower lip as a smile tugged at his own. "This, right here... you... I can't get you out of my head."

You open your mouth to say something when his phone goes off, the buzz in his pocket pulling him away. The apologetic look on his face as he tugs it out entirely unnecessary, he hated the damn thing, kept it for two reasons. Sarah and Tommy. "It's okay," you say as soon as he puts it away, knowing real life was calling him away...

"It's Sarah, there's a crisis at home, something about a missing textbook and needing to finish her homework. Honestly couldn't tell you where she gets those brains from." The sheepish smile was back on those perfect lips and you can't help but ball his shirt in a small fist as you tug him back down for another kiss. A short one, but enough to tell him you're not going anywhere. You walk down together, away from the party, a shortcut to the main road leading you both back to your driveway. He lives next door, but your house is first and he takes a moment to step away... those perfect eyes lingering on you.

"Can I call you, later tonight?" The smile on your face the only answer he needs as he nods, watching until you're safely up the driveway and inside your house before making his way to his girl. You pause, your back leaning against the door as your fingers lift to press idly against your lips, thinking about the way he kissed you, about him... Fishing your phone out of your pocket and clutching it to your chest as you make your way upstairs, counting down the minutes until you could hear that voice again...

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[callmejudgement]

UA University Script

About Me

Name: Mako 魔子

Trickmaster hero – Miss.Magician

Age: 18

Birthday: ??? Letting fate decide fr.

Height: 5ft 7in

Quirk: Magician - which provides me with 8 tricks to fool reality. Flame jumping,illusions, historical projections, damage transfer, steel card, air bullets, paper figurine substitutes, underwater breathing trick (more on my quirk here)

Physical abilities: incredible balance, coordination, flexibility and agility. Danger intuition.

Backstory: I literally just grew up in a happy family. Living rich and lavish. My dad is a retired top pro hero and my mom is an underground hero that works for the government. I have an older sister following in my mom’s footsteps and older brother whom is a researcher. My family often trains together and we do a lot of family activities together. I’ve been friends with Shinso since middle school and I was close with Shotō for like a year in elementary school. We’re literally twins with our heterophobia and dual color hair 👁️👅👁️.

My goal in this reality it literally to be my silliest, most autistic self. Literally me if I never started masking so people wouldn’t call me weird.

Plot (or the lack there of)

The war arc doesn’t happen. I’m not dealing with allat.

Bakugou doesn’t get kidnapped and faces appropriate consequences for his actions and behavior (I’m talking about him being a bully).

The other students quirks are stronger (I hate that Bakugou had it easy. I’m a purebred hater).

Momo was trained and is more skilled at using her quirk (she’s rich why didn’t her parents hire a trainer for her canonically?)

Tenko’s mom leaves with the grandparents and his sister before he loses control. He now attends UA.

OFA is still out there plotting I guess.

Fusions (borrowed idea from priicklleshifts on tiktok).

Overhaul is good and works at UA in support heroes/medical.

Eri is not abused and has a decent relationship with Chisaki even though he is an overworking germaphobe.

Events like the sports festival only starts to happen at the second trimester (bc why tf did it happen on like the 2nd week of school?)

Japan

Due to its high safety and previously low birth rate, Japan now has many immigrants from all over

Super high tech I’m talking holographic screens, robots in the streets, virtual reality, etc

There’s a National and international tournament where schools compete to see who has the best upcoming heroes.

UA

UA is a university because why are them kids fighting?

Amenities

Along with what appears in the anime there is:

A spa on campus that is free for hero course students. They offer normal and medical massages, mud baths, meditation, sauna, steam room, lounge, ice fountain, treatment rooms and other beauty and wellness services (yes, I'm going to abuse this).

There is practically an extra little town on the mountain with the school due to all the school amenities and staff.

Massive library with study rooms n stuff.

Lots of school festivals, dances and other events.

Classes

UA Departments: Hero, Support (fashion, tech, etc), Business, Gen Ed.

There’s home room which is where you spend most of your time. We do gen Ed and hero law stuff with our home room.

Students can take any electives ranging from costume design to home ec, Solo training to costume engineering.

Students are encouraged to try out things through electives and clubs.

There are free lifestyle classes on weekends so you can take a quick class on cooking, sewing, gardening, first aid without the commitment or worry of grades.

Everyone gets a free holographic tablet thing for the schedule, note taking and to access the school app thing.

The app lets us access the dorms if we don’t have a physical I’d on us, order at the school restaurants with free delivery from the campus delivery bots. It’s just has a bunch of handy features.

Class 1A

Shinso replaces mineta.

There are also 5 exchange/international students in our class.

We go on a few international field trips throughout the year.

There’s a pool table and conversation pit in the dorm.

Mina is blasian, Midoriya is half Yemeni and Sero is Latino because I said so.

Merch

School spirit became a big thing with the influence of American immigrants and exchange students (America ya! :D).

UA has school jackets, shirts, jerseys, etc.

The gym uniforms come in different styles and lengths to suit the wearer.

Food

Instead of one lunchroom there are many dining halls around campus. If you’re a boarding student then food is free.

The restaurants have a certain numbers of items you can pick from to create a reasonable meal. Anything extra you have to pay for.

Some of the halls have larger portions or all-you-can-eat to accommodate for stunner quirks and different bodies.

Diverse food culture. (Indian, American, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican and other style foods)

There are mini break rooms around campus for students to relax,study or mingle between classes. They have free snacks (onigiri, chips, fruit, juice,etc).

There are self driving busses that drive students to the area in 10min max.

There’s also food trucks on campus (I am not being greedy. This is 100% necessary).

[love-now-cry-later]

the importance of change

"nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same"

september 3, 2023

I'm at a point in life where everything is changing and for the first time��� I'm ok with it. I just turned 18 (woo!) and for the first year since i was 12 i didn't have a breakdown on my birthday. i graduated just before that and now i'm off. in 1 month i'll be in maine for a concert with my best friend, then i'll be in GA with my mom and then i'll be back in jersey until christmas where i’ll then go to nebraska for a bit and then costa rica from january to july, and when we come back my friend Abbi will be graduating and we all will have had enough saved up to rent a house together. And My dad asked me this morning if I was scared and I've just sat here thinking. What do I feel?

i'm about to spend the next year of my life traveling and seeing the world. having opportunities, that i'm eternally grateful for, that many people don't have and my family never had. I have a chance of moving out and getting my own home and for my family, generations in one home, that's really big. I'm young and free and I'm grateful to have friends who give me opportunities that I would never have otherwise.

But It's terrifying. I'm gonna be far from home for a long time and when i'm finally back it won't be for long, but you know what's scarier? everything staying the same.

my life has gotten easier these last few months. my senior year, I graduated because I have connections with teachers and principals and people like me. my 'charisma' as Camdyn puts it. I have opportunities like Costa Rica because friends and their families like me. My life has gotten easier and I don't take that for granted. In some ways I believe the easy, go-with-the-flow, handouts and kindness that I've been receiving is an apology from the universe. An apology for having to be strong and grow up at a very young age. An apology for all that i had to deal with very young, and a reward for not letting it turn me into a person i would be ashamed of. Coming out of it a better person.

I believe that I was meant to break generational cycles. The cycles of poverty- the cycles of teen pregnancy- the cycles of throwing your life away. The cycles of dead end office jobs, janitorial positions- of deciding between a meal for you or your kids tonight. The grab the wic approved!- dirty looks in the grocery line because of the ebt card. I believe it’s gotten easier because I deserve an easier life than my mother and my father. Not that they dont deserve it either, But i can tell they’re happy that i have better, i think thats what they've always wanted for me. Even though they didn’t necessarily provide it, they're happy for me. I can tell.

My point- or the point of this ramble at least is that change is scary but you know what- that's good. Fear is good sometimes! It’s like when you first start highschool and you're scared, there's a new building and its so big and there's so many people you’ve never met and people you never will, but after a couple weeks freshman year is easy- then it’s winter break and spring break, and then- you're a sophomore. I was terrified to graduate, but I'm so grateful and happy I did. Because you know what's more scary and embarrassing than standing in front of hundreds of people that dont like you, and an ex and their new gf in a stupid cap and gown, and possibly falling on your face walking off the stage? Not doing it. Letting yourself give up and fail out of fear. The great thing about life is that you can change at any point. Anything you're unhappy with you can change, And isn't that beautiful?

The thing is that, I've really looked at my life and gotten more perspective and I need more change. “The way im living is a temper tantrum” and not in the way it was before, where i was drinking myself into oblivion for some nihilistic ‘fuck you’ to the man or god or whatver. But in the way that i’ve kept myself in a box so to be what others want me to be. I’m done with the edgy-tryhard - anti feminine hard ass-intimidating bullshit image i’ve tried to spin my whole life. I'm surrendering. Surrendering to the divine feminine, to the easy, happy, beautiful universe. I'm ready to begin the easiest, happiest era of my life. An era of receiving.

Anyway, I hope to all that read this that you will experience freedom, and happiness as we’re all entitled to. Asé

[links-hella-fine-booty]

2023

Holy shit. This year had to have been the most eventful year of my life and that's saying something.

Beginning of last year, Gavin and I were struggling to do whatever we could to find an apartment. Well, come February, we did. We finally were able to cross the biggest gap in our lives and relationship. I packed my stuff and suddenly, I was with him and living in Texas. My 28th birthday came and I got to spend it with friends. I haven't spent a birthday with a friend in so long. It felt wonderful to have people that wanted to be around me.

April came around and another one of my biggest dreams came true. I finally got my first puppy. Bliz has been a name for a dog I wanted for years and now he's my precious baby. I love my dog so much. He might be a little special needs as I've come to discover, but he's perfect and I know that fate brought my Bliz and I together. AND along with April, I got my beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, cunty, stunning, sweet, passionate, loving new pookie Niran. He literally brought me back to Overewatch single handedly and I love him. Fell for that man harder than any other fictional man ever. I want him carnally fr.

May was lovely and just as exciting. Not only did we once again have a wonderful time with friends for Gavin's birthday, but we got a new baby as well. Toast and Bliz actually got along and she was our kitten. Sly little thing she is, but I can't imagine life without her. Never was a cat person but I suppose she really changed me. I love my fatass little cat.

June was, hard. While being so excited to see Mexico for the first time ever in the following month, my dad ended up in the hospital. Just after Father's day. Quite possibly the scariest thing my family has ever had to go through. Weeks of nothing but worry and stress. He pulled through, but he will never be how he used to be. He's mostly in a wheelchair and can no longer walk on his own. I miss my father. I miss him so much. I took for granted all the times we went to the grocery store and taking him to the bank. I know everyone says it, but do not take time for granted. It really can be gone in an instant. I am happy to say my dad is okay. Him making it to his 81st birthday and to the New Year, means everything. I want nothing but comfort for him this upcoming year, and for my mom and sister to take it easy too. We all love him.

July, was wonderful. I got to go to Mexico with Gavin's family. They showed me nothing but kindness and caring the whole time. Mexico was beautiful and I want to go back. I have to get my passport updated but hey I will. After Mexico, it was back home to NJ. Being back home felt so right and I wish Gavin and I could move over there, but it's not in the cards right now. But! I enjoyed a great time seeing my dad and going to the Jersey Shore. Time with my mom, sister, and dad pretty much recharged me. Stayed about two weeks longer than intended but I know in the long run I needed that.

August. God. August. It started out great. We were back home and Gavin was ready for his appointment to start T. Both of us were so happy that he could finally start his journey. We went, he got it, life felt so good. However, it seemed like Gavin and I couldn't catch a break and life decided, "yeah, throw them in a car accident." Gavin's car was towed and we were in horrible pain. My stomach was so bruised I couldn't bend down and Gavin could barely use his hands. A whole week of stress and anxiety over what to do now that we didn't have a car. Thankfully his parents were once again, so kind, caring, and understanding that we were able to get a new car. His name is Ramram and he's kept us safe which is all we could ask for.

September wasn't so bad other than learning two of our friends, weren't the people we thought they were. October was pretty okay which was nice. Throughout these months it was mostly financial stress which we still have but the hell am I supposed to do about it at this point.

November. I usually hate November. Halloween is gone and done and I don't really care too much about Thanksgiving. But I suppose Gavin changed that. After weeks of severe depression and anxiety, crying every day, it all stopped. He proposed. He had gotten me the most beautiful ring. Goth and elegant. With one question, everything melted away and I haven't cried a sorrow tear since.

Now that it's December, I realize just how many things happened and how things still are happening. My family and family's friends accept my engagement and are excited for me. They are happy. I'm planning a wedding. I made it far enough in life that I am getting married. I'm getting married next October. I'm still tearing up as I write this because 19 year old Lauren didn't think she'd make it to 20, let alone 27. I'm getting married. It's incredible. Other than being in a dream like state from that, of course I had to get a whole ass addiction to Baulder's Gate 3. Perhaps it's not the traditional dnd experience but I can't say I don't love it. I now get to have some fictional men be here without me needing them. I get to have Astarion and Halsin and Gale at my happiest. That's, so different than all of the ones before them, Niran included. It almost doesn't feel real.

2023 was something else. 2024 is going to be wonderful. I am soon going back to NJ to plan where to have our wedding. Gavin and I will have our first anniversary and Valentine's day together too! I get to go back to NJ a few more times for wedding plans and vacation and then the wedding. My biggest hope for 2024, is that Gavin and I can start a process to start my dream.

I want to be a mother. I wanted to be a mother since as long as I can remember. If I can just start this journey into being a mother, everything up until that point will have been worth it. Every moment of stress, pain, tears, and more. I hope sometime next year I can make a post saying we've succeeded. I know the process won't be easy, but it will be worth it.

Happy New Year everyone. I made it through this year. I can make it through next year, and you can too.

[camillecrowbar]

Doll Boy

Stealing a baby isn’t very hard. It’s almost as easy as cutting hair. The hard part is the crying. Babies cry. Like they’re screaming, Mom! I’m here in the neighbor’s closet! Mom! That’s the tricky part. But babies cry until they don’t. And then everything is fine.

My mother always wanted a little girl, a fact which she has not let me escape from since the day I was born.

You should be so lucky to be named after a strong woman like your grandmother.

Yes, I was named after a strong woman. Even after the nurse said to you-

A beautiful baby boy…

That never mattered to my mother. In her cursive script Alice was written on the dotted line above the checked off sex box which said Male. 

~

The nursery room might as well be smeared in shit. Pink colors the walls and closet and even the light switch. I wasn’t able to see the decrepit shade of this room from my kitchen window, but as I see it in front of me now, I realize I must save this baby. The neighbors left a while ago and they left their baby all alone. They don’t realize how many fucking freaks live in this world, how many molesters would love to snatch this baby up and sell him online. They are lucky to have a neighbor like me. They’ll be happy. He’ll be happy. I’ll be…

~

Back when my mother was sick, she used to have me come into her room and brush her hair.

What did your father get you for your birthday?

He made me something.

What?

…

Alice, what did your father make you?

A knife.

What girl plays with knives? I told him to make you a dollhouse.

I don’t like playing with dolls.

You do, Alice.

I don’t. Dolls are for girls.

But you are a girl. 

…

I’ll deal with this later. I’ll get you a better present.

~

Odd muffling sounds come from the front of the house. 

“Let’s make this quick Emily, the bar closes soon.”

There’s a key turning in the front door lock. I’m cradling the infant in my arms when I hear it. Click-click-click-pop. 

“Damn Emily, the key broke again!”

The baby stirs, messing up his perfectly tight blanket. Outside, there’s the faint sound of shuffling feet moving around the perimeter of the house. The sound is getting louder, they’re moving towards the nursery. The baby leaves my arms for a moment, I set him back in the white-ruffled crib and duck behind it before the neighbor’s heads poke up in the window. 

My chest oscillates like the waves of an ocean. I try to be quiet. Slurred voices come from the window with the broken latch. 

“She moved, her blankie is all messed up!”

“Do you think we have enough time to go back to the bar?”

“Well she seems fine- maybe another hour and we’ll come back.”

“I forgot the debit card inside, let’s get in through the back door first.”

The second they walk away from the window I crawl to the wall nearest. I stay there for a few moments. My eyes dart around the room, following an invisible fly. There’s no time left.  I need to run. My eyes catch on a baby doll in the corner of the room, sitting in a stroller. 

The back door is squeaking for mercy. The neighbors are violently shaking the door handle.

I drop the doll in the cradle next to the baby. He’s beginning to cry. I sweep him up, stealing the blanket off his body. He’s restless. His arms punch out, he kicks, and though he probably was born last week, the strength in those punches winds me. I hold him tight in my left arm. I use my right to take his blanket and messily wrap it around the doll when I notice a person’s feet visible in the crack beneath the door. I tip-toe for the closet with the baby. As the brass knob turns, I swing it open, and as they open the door all the way, I push myself inside the small space, closing the closet door with a loud click. I think they heard. 

Peering through the shutters of the closet door, I see Emily walk into the room. But instead of moving for the cradle or the closet, she goes to a table close by. She picks up a blue card. 

She walks away, just a simple glance over her shoulder to check on the baby and she’s gone. The door closes. It clicks shut. 

“She looks fine, Edward.”

I move my hand away from the baby’s mouth. I laugh. 

~

The sky is red tonight. The boxy TV in the living room chatters off to me all the fire bans in the surrounding counties. I half-listen while sitting in Papa’s old rocking chair, whittling a swiss army knife. There’s a small chandelier hanging above me, it flickers on and off as the wind outside intensifies. Its whistling reaches my ears from the open window in the kitchen. It reminds me of a childhood visit to my grandparents on the East Coast.

Keep your cap on. Tie the bow below your chin so it doesn’t blow off. No, do it more dainty.

Like this?

Not a knot! A bow! For Christ’s sake, we put you in the Girl Scouts to learn how to tie bows, not knots! Come closer.

You’re hurting me.

Shush. A girl is to be seen not heard. 

I am not a girl.

There’s a sizzling and a pop, then the power goes out. I set down the carving tool and the wooden knife on the floor. Out the kitchen window, tree branches are flying through the sky. Across the fence, and through the neighbor’s large living-room window, and down the hall, in the pink nursery, Emily holds the doll out with both hands. Her mouth is open wide. Her eyes are wet. I get up from the rocking chair and walk up narrow steps to my room. I go to bed.

In the middle of the night, I hear the sirens. Blue and red flashes illuminate the curve of my cheeks and eyelids. It’s like that time I found Papa on the floor with the wooden knife. I had to pry it from his cold hands.

Alice! Alice! Alice!

What are you doing, Alice?

Drop your father’s knife.

It’s not yours. 

Give it to momma.

Don’t you want your father to be happy?

To love you?

Leave your father alone!

He won’t ever forgive you if you wake him up.

Alice, look at momma.

Alice, look at momma.

Alice.

Look.

At. 

Mama. 

Happy Birthday, Alice.

I love you Alice. Your father loves you too.

Now when the cops come, you need to tell them I was at Aunt Mary’s all afternoon.

Deep in my closet, the baby sleeps in the box which used to hold my mother’s clothes. He used to cry, but now he doesn’t. Everything is fine. 

In the morning, light glows through the kitchen window. It shines on the wooden swiss army knife from the night before. Embedded in its hilt, little whittled flowers bloom in the sun. 

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So I tried to have myself a nice week without too much thought about the Burdens, with mixed results. Of course I thought about things to some extent. Had a few dreams about my parents. One where my mom started showing signs of Alzheimer’s (still stuck married to my father) - woke up feeling so much love and sadness for her. One where my father showed up at my place uninvited and meddled. One long and involved one about me and my parents moving out of their house into an apartment because they could no longer afford the house. I was devastated about both living with my parents (good old dream logic had me simultaneously moving out of their house together with them and moving out of my own apartment to join them in their new one) and leaving behind the house, which in the canon of my dreams is far larger and more beautiful than in reality.

Meanwhile, the weather warmed back up; some days I enjoyed it, some days I just felt like staying home. I took it easy on my period, then I worked on the job hunt, worked on chores, worked on careful strategic shopping and scrounging for money. Got an unexpected burst of motivation to work on my picture blog again. Got excited by a sparrow couple building a nest in one of my flower baskets - a first since the pigeons of Oak Lawn, and man, despite their smaller size, these little guys go a lot harder on their nests. Whole damn basket’s full of nest - I don’t know if it won’t damage the flowers, but I guess it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. They’re also more easily startled - hope they’ll get used to me.

Friday I slaved over assessments for two potential jobs, slaved over two projects for an existing job that not only had been slow but I’d lost entirely for a month as punishment for sloppy work caused by rushing caused by the combination of poor time management and fear of their draconian punishments for missing their senselessly rigid deadlines, returned two flower planters that I wasn’t convinced about to Home Depot to get back cash I could use to buy my father sushi. I got another rejection from a job I was seemingly completely qualified for. I felt the looming end of the month, with its bills and deadlines, weighing down on me - it was the most stressed I had felt in a while. For the most part, I’ve tried to live one day at a time, vacillating between panic and frustration about my situation and just being zen.

Yesterday we had our first thunderstorms in a while. Still felt a little nervous around the electrical panel, though not terrified like before. Haven’t seen any more sparks flying, but the fact that it ever happened is, I think, going to keep me a little wary as long as I’m here. Nothing else scary has really happened in the past few months either, and I’ve long abandoned my heightened vigilance. That really was an oddly concentrated and potent string of Strike Fear Into My Heart days.

Today I went to my parents’ house. I was a little uneasy about it but also happy to see Naperville after such a long time. I stopped for sushi downtown, where parking was a nightmare like always, equipped with the exact amount of cash I needed and ten cents to spare. My father wasn’t home when I got there. My mother was unhappy. She got me and my brother together, told us about her pain and toxic marriage and love for us and plans to divorce my father for real this time; that she had gotten a counselor and would get a lawyer. Served us burgers. I tried to be supportive but also tried to lighten the mood for my brother. Gave him his belated birthday card and money. He was mostly quiet as usual, but not in the worst mood as far as he goes, and we played our little go-to balloon game a bit.

My father came home with a bit of a manic energy, a familiar compensatory mechanism. He hasn’t been in a good state for a while. I’m learning to treat the less offensive of his bullshit with the knowing patience of a therapist. I was prepared to potentially tell him a lot of things if he behaved poorly or something simmered between him and my mother, but he was very nice to me, and the two did not interact or, for the most part, occupy the same space. On account of the Father’s Day thing, I tried to keep things relatively pleasant without being overly friendly or open to any distortion of things regarding my mother. I think I navigated things fine all things considered. He might be going to Las Vegas to play poker for a week with some money he set aside for that purpose. I warned him to be prepared to lose - he’s had some delusions about being a poker genius in the past, and had a whole shitty online gambling saga, although I don’t think he’s at the same level of insanity today as he was then. Later I sat and talked with my mother, about him and other things. The weather wasn’t good enough for a bike ride, and the dog had already been on a walk, but I tried to enjoy the yard a bit and fill the time until it felt like a good time to leave.

On the way home, there were on-and-off downpours and picturesque clouds and a rainbow.

And now here comes the last week of June, when something’s really gotta give.

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My First And Last

Description: Jisung is your first and last love and you're also his first… but not his last.

Genre: Angst with little bit of fluff

Note: Inspired by my favorite webtoon called “The Fox Club”

There are many moments when you do not understand things in life.

You do not understand why some cockroaches have the ability to fly.

You do not understand why some people like the bitter taste of coffee or the overly sweet meringue.

You do not understand why your Dad decided to pursue an arranged marriage with your Mother.

You also could not comprehend why they decided to have you if, at the end of the day, they could not give you what you craved from them the most, their love and affection.

However, amongst all the things in this world, what you can't understand the most is the situation you're in right now.

" Y/N, please tell your parents how grateful I am for them and what they contribute to our school," your principal smiles while patting your shoulders gently.

" Yes, I will," you replied. Leaving the room, you released your breath that you didn't even realize you were holding.

Opening your phone, you're welcomed with two new messages.

Dad: Dad is having a business lunch with a client today. You will have dinner with Mom, right? I had put a present for you in your room.

Mother: Darling, something urgent came up, so I have to cancel our dinner plans. Have a nice lunch with Dad. Take the card and buy something nice with your friends for dinner instead.

" I guess even on special days, nothing will change," you scoffed quietly while walking to your locker.

"Y/N! You're finally here!" Cherry excitedly linked your arms together.

" Where do we celebrate our Princess birthday? To Sam's buffet!" Mina said while also grabbing your other arm.

" Sorry for the wait, let's eat until our belly button feels like popping off! Where are the others?" You laughed.

" The rest of us are already waiting at the front gate, let's go!" Mina grabbed your hands and ran to the gate.

" Hey! There you guys are!" Hyunjin shouted. Pushing through the people that congratulated you, he gently pull you down to ear level. 

" Listen, there's a new cool transfer student in my class and you know me, I can't just let him be alone on his first day? You feel me right? Is it okay if he tagged along? He will pay for his own', Hyunjin begged with his signature puppy eyes.

" Fine and don't worry, he doesn't need to pay for his," you smiled.

"Very typical of the social butterfly Hyunjin," you thought.

" Yeayy your the best!"

" Nah, where is the boy anyway?"

" Rightt, wait he's over there,"

Hyunjin reappeared with a tall boy with brown hair, hazel eyes, white and puffy cheeks, and a wide smile on his face. 

" Hi, my name's Y/N, it's nice to meet you," you said while offering your hand for a shake.

" Happy 15th birthday Y/N, it's nice to meet you too, the name is-"

" Jisung Han!" Walking up to the table he is in, you quietly touch his shoulders.

"Huh? Oh hey, you're here finally," Jisung said.

" Thanks for coming, I was even surprised you agreed. How are you?" You sit down in front of him.

" Well, everything is fine, you know the usual stuff, turns out working while also volunteering is not as easy as it seems," Jisung huffed. 

" Hey, at least you're very productive and contribute to this cold society." You playfully shoved his shoulders. "As always it's just in your blood to help people, or stick your nose in other people's businesses."

" Give it back!" Hyunjin grunted.

" No way, you know, once I had my hands in my possession, I never let go~" Jisung sings. 

"Dear Yeji, thank you for the chocolate last week, I feel very happy to-" Jisung is stopped midway by Hyunjin long arms who tried to snatched the letter he wrote for the beautiful girl with cat-like eyes from the class across from Jisung and his.

" HA HA, what's the point of having long arms if you're not as agile as me," Jisung proudly waved the letter in front of Hyunjin's unimpressed face.

" Yeah? Well you know what I learnt from being in the basketball team? Is that you need to always be ready as the opponent can attack you anytime!" Hyunjin pushed Jisung to the side and forcefully grabbed his beloved letter back.

" Chill bro, you don't have to push me that hard," Jisung groaned. 

Dramatically flipping his hair back, Hyunjin smiles too wide for Jisung's liking, and quickly stuffs the letter to his back pocket.

" Oh no, there's no time to chill, my friend, especially when your beloved basketball is in line," Hyunjin immediately threw Jisung's special basketball that has a signature from the one and only MVP, the king of basketball, Michael Jordan in it.

" Are you crazy?!" Jisung quickly scrambled back up.

" Crazy for you~ You better search for it right, you know that once I throw, I never hesitate," Hyunjin mocked.

Jisung ran in the direction of his ball, which coincidentally led him to the hallway of your class.

" Where are you, my baby?" Jisung whispered. It's already the end of school, and he can be back at the comfort of his room, lounging around with his Spider-Man boxers, while playing guitar, but here he is looking for a ball like a game of dumb hide and seek.

After roaming the hallway for a few hot minutes, Jisung found his treasure besides the big ass plant in front of the women's bathroom. 

"There you are! Gotta grab that quickly before somebody thinks I am a weirdo," Jisung thought.

Grabbing the ball, Jisung quickly marched his foot back to beat Hyunjin's ass, until he heard a quiet sniffle inside the bathroom.

" Why? Is it that hard for me? In the end you and Dad are all the same," a muffled voice is heard through the bathroom door.

" Y/N?" He thought.

Once again, it's already late in the afternoon, he can just go on his way, be back at the comfort of his room, lounging around with his Spider-Man boxers, playing the guitar, and maybe buys a cheesecake on the way too, but here Jisung is, pushing open the door, revealing you in a slumped position, with tears filled eyes and your knuckles that are as red as the popsicle he always bought every weekend in the convenience store his friend works at.

" Jisung Han? What are you doing here? You can't barge into the women's bathroom, you pervert," you tiredly got up while quickly wiped your blood shot eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You asked. Jisung said nothing and continued grabbing your arms and led you outside back to the hallway.

" I said,'' What are you doing?" You snatched your hands away from his grasp.

" Are you okay?" He asked.

"What?" You said.

" I said, are you okay? I'm sorry you-" Jisung words are cut off by your small yet sad laugh.

" What are you sorry for? You're not even the cause of it?"

" I know but I just feel-"

" Do you feel bad for me? Correct? You don't need to do that, you don't need to throw fake sympathy just so you can feel better, or say things like that because now you know that your not broken like me, or so you can accomplish the duty of what a person have to do," You threw a glare at him and stand hard on your ground.

Jisung is about to retorted back as he felt offended by your words, until he saw the sad and lonely gaze you unintentionally showed for a split second and how your hands are trembling slightly.

Jisung softened and slowly pulled you into his embrace. " I am not, I don't say that because I pitied you or because I now know something bad about you, but it's because you're someone I actually care about. I will not care if it's anybody else, if they're not my beloved friends. However if it's you, then yes. It's not because of the situation, it's the person."

You don't know if it's because of his warm embrace, soothing and deep voice, or if it's because you can see his sincerity, or maybe because he is the first person who saw you in this condition, but you slowly hugged him back, even tighter than he did. 

" Even if it's the pretty senior who you gave a hand crafted bracelet to?" You mumbled.

" Even if it's the super pretty senior who I specifically gave a hand crafted bracelet to." He chuckled softly.

And that's the first genuine smile you made in weeks, and the first warm feeling you felt in your heart in years.

You're scared of opening up to everyone, but on the other hand what's stopping you is Jisung. Because only he can truly understand you and you can't find it in anyone else. You do not find the need to search for someone else when you have him by your side.

"Do you have a dream?" 10th grade Jisung asked while both of you were chilling in the balcony of your penthouse with your favourite strawberry scent tea and his favorite cheesecake in hand. 

“ What’s with the sudden question?” You raise your eyebrows. “ I do have a dream, I thought you of all people would know,”

“ I know, inheriting your father’s company and then marrying a handsome chaebol or a doctor, right?” Jisung smiles. “ I don’t know about you, but it sounds more like your parents wish than yours,”

“How do you know that? Considering how you dream of marrying Emma Watson,” you challenged.

“ Hah, it's different for me, Emma is my one and only true love, badass, girl crush, it’s not fake. However, when I see through you, I think you just do what you think will make your parents notice you, not what you yearn to do.” Jisung stares at you deeply.

“ Han Jisung, how come you know all the things that my parents don't even know?" You thought.

“ It amazes me how you're never wrong about me, like at all,”  You played with your straw. “ Maybe because I am always down on being invisible, of not being given the attention or the permission to speak what I want, I want to become the center of people's attention for once. I want to become a reporter. Telling people what is happening in their country, in their lives, unlike how I can never tell mine,” 

“ Then let’s do it together! You know we have to start training you from now if you want to be the greatest reporter in the world,” Jisung said with determination.

He stayed true to his words. With his help, including the script he wrote just for this occasion, you gained the courage to speak to your parents about your dream. He accompanies you when you're searching for a reporter school, he helps you practice your lines after school, and he is always there to pick you up after practice.

He is always with you throughout your whole school years even until your high school graduation day, when your feeling like your world is crumbling.

You wanted everyone to see only the perfect side of you, but Jisung is the only one who you wanted to share your imperfections with.

“ Y/N!” Jisung shouted.

You looked up from the ground that is filled with snow. Your watering eyes are now bursting into tears when you see his warm and concerned one.

“ Father and Mother are getting a divorce. I know it will happen sooner or later but I don't expect it will hurt this much. Even when they're married, we rarely see each other, so what about now? Who am I supposed to be with? No matter how distant they are, I love them still, I need both of them. Perhaps I will be an unwanted child tossed from both sides now," You cried into his arms.

Jisung stayed quiet and just kept holding you tight. After a while, your crying ceases and you release yourself from his hold. 

" I am sorry, your jacket is now all wet," you said quietly.

" No that's okay, you know that your parents love you deep down, so it must be hard but no matter who you choose to be, you will always be with them. Plus, even if they decide to toss you, I will always catch you, " Jisung smiled. " Now how about I treat you to a karaoke night? For me I always feel better if I scream it all out," Jisung extended his hands towards you.

" Sure, lead the way," you held his warm hands.

The only reason why you can survive when you feel like the world is not on your side and why you haven't crumbled yet is because of him, who holds your hand tight and forces you to sing with him until you can't contain the smile and laughter anymore.

As each second and each song passes by, you slowly feel like you're now on top of the world, ready to face anything, because you have Jisung by your side. Jisung is your greatest friend and you were his.

“ Happy Birthday Jisung!” you hold up his favourite cheesecake decorated with candles in front of him.

" You shocked me!" Jisung stumbled backward to his music institution's front door.

" Pftt, then I guess my surprise went well then," you laughed. " Blow out the candle now, my arms are starting to hurt and people are staring,"

" Let them be, I want to commemorate this moment first," Jisung whipped out his phone. " Now sing happy birthday for me!"

" What, my voice is expensive Jisung, you can't afford it," you teased.

“Please..” Jisung begged with his puppy eyes.

“ Fine, fine,” you mumbled.

“ Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday my Jisungie~” you sang. “ Now blow up the candle and make a wish,”

Jisung ended his recording, close his eyes, mumbled something, and blow out the candles. 

“ Yeayy, what did you wish for?” you gave him the cake.

“ Umm, it’s a secret,” Jisung said shyly.

“ What? What’s gotten into you? Why are your acting shy? Lemme guess, you wished for a  girlfriend?” you teased.

“No, I don’t need one for now,”

“ Then what is it?”

“ Ugh, I wished I can pass the music exam test at the academy,”

“ That’s not embarrassing, plus I know it will come true,”

“ Yeah your right, now let’s go to the pasta restaurant that I have been dying to try for months now,” he grabbed your hand.

“ Okay, now catch,” you throw him a well-decorated dark blue colored box with a white ribbon on top of it.

“ What is it?” Jisung said while opening the box slowly to reveal the airpods plus an expensive phone case that has been on his bucket list since a year ago.

“ Y/N… Thank you so much, I can’t believe it, I thought I have to work 2 part-time jobs to afford this,” he grin widely.

“ Whatever, let’s hurry up the cafe’s gonna get crowded since we didn’t reserve it before,” you turned around happily.

Jisung lied that day. That day on his 18th birthday, he already passed the music exam test at the academy earlier before you came. What he truly wished that night is for you and him to always be together. He wished that nothing can tear you both apart and for him to always be by your side.

 However, soon his feelings turn into something more. The feelings that you do not want to know, or to be completely honest, the feelings that you are scared to face. Because he means so much to you, more than anyone.

" He likes you. Jisung likes you, I know it. You know my senses are never wrong," Cherry said while both of you are lying on your bed.

" What? We have been friends for 4 years now, I don't see anything different on how he acts towards me. You're just so into those romance, best friend to lovers movies, Cher," you replied, softly pushing her head away.

" You just don't see how he looks at you, one look and you will know for sure," Cherry said. “He looks at you like your the love of his life. Warmth, affection, and gentleness are displayed there. You know he never stares at me or the girls like that. Plus, he treats you like a special princess, that’s saying something considering he treats me like a pauper.”

“ What do you mean? He’s nice and friendly to you and the other girls too.” You raised your eyebrows.

“ Yeah, he treats us like a friend. Like a normal friend. He goes to a store 1 hour away just to buy your favourite gummy snacks that’s almost nonexistent. Every weekend. You don’t know that, right?”

“ Pfft, what are you saying? Jisung’s friend that worked at a candy shop always gave him a box of that gummy snacks since it’s not popular in their store,”

“ Girl, you believe that? Gosh your so innocent, Jisung’s friend? Minho? He worked at a convenience store, dummy.” Cherry laughed.

You would be lying if you don’t realise it too. In fact, you have seen his warm stares, you noticed how he smiled at you when you turned around, and you had realized how he would stutter and how his face would turn a shade redder when you hold his hands. You noticed it all a month ago and just your luck, you also overheard his conversation with Hyunjin at the school backyard.

“ How should I confess to her?” Jisung asked.

“ Y/N is very classy and sensitive so you should never do one of your public confession stunts or serenade her with a song, or a poem. Give her pink roses and a set of her favorite dessert. For the place, I believe in you,” Hyunjin patted his back.

Hyunjin is right, that would be the perfect confession to you. However, you don’t want to receive it. At least, not from him, your best friend, the one who is always there, even more than your own family. For Jisung, you would trade everything, cause he was your everything. But you would also crush everything if it means that nothing would change between the two of you.

“ Y/N, I am heading  to aunt Im house right now, if your are not busy, do you want to tag along? She said she will grill some beef for us,” your older sister said while searching for her bag.

Jisungie: Y/N, can we meet today at the park? I have something to tell you. I will wait for you there right now.

“ Sure! Lemme grab my bag and we can go,” you replied to your sister.

Y/N: I am sorry, I got to visit my aunt today! Please don’t wait for me hehe.

That is why you leave Jisung and his confession on the park on that cold winter day. Never being brought up again by him or anyone.

" It feels really nice to reminisce about the old times. It feels like I am back as a student again." You said wistfully.

" What are you saying so suddenly? Anyways, let's go home, it's getting late now, " Jisung replied.

" Why are you not asking why I asked to meet up? We just literally been here for 5 minutes. Do you not care about me anymore?" You ask.

" No, I know that you're tired now with your training and classes. What you need right now is to get some rest. Let's go," Jisung stood up and reached for your hand.

" No, I am okay, let's stay here for a while." You grab his hands and pull it down to the seat.

" Remember our tradition to go to a unique restaurant and write reviews about it whenever one of us had a special day? I found this unique restaurant where we are blind folded and-"

" Y/N, you have other friends than me, a lot of them, you should just go with them instead.

 " Why are you suddenly being like this?"

“ Nothing, it’s just that you should spend your time with them.”

“ We've been doing this for 6 years though? We do this tradition for 6 years, never once we bail. Why now? When nothing ever happened between us?"

“ Yes I know, but removing our tradition does not mean our friendship will change. And I am not mad at you, I am sorry if you feel that way.”

“No, you're too different now Jisung. Why are you becoming like this? Is it because of Lia? Because you're afraid she would not like it? Jisung Han, do you even realize that this is not the first tradition we remove from our friendship?"

Jisung looked away and that’s how you know where he stands. Lia is in the same music elective that Jisung takes and she is bold, courageous, outgoing and beautiful, which is what attracts him to her. Moreover, she’s not cautious like you, she is brave and ready to speak and act like what her heart yearns to.

" If it's because of Lia, I would give you guys space and time, I would tell her all the good things about you, I would help you prepare dates for her, and I would give you tips and advice too, just please don't cut me off like this," You begged.

" Please stop being like this. I am not cutting you off. It is just the space in my heart that used to be empty is now filled for her. The feeling of love that is usually empty, now exists."

" Okay but it's not like this is the first time you like someone? You had a few girlfriends before but you have never acted like this? Do you know how hard it is to see you now? You always reply to my text late, hell you never text me first anymore, and you always bail whenever I, Cherry, Mina, and the girls meet up. You only hang out with Hyunjin and her. Are you okay drifting away from me and the girls like this?"

" I am serious about her. I like her a lot and I want to have a happy and serious relationship with her. Just like how I support your dream of becoming a reporter, I hope you can support the things that I like too. We can't always be together anyways." Jisung gets up once again and extends his hands towards you.

" Don't drift away from me, Sung, I need you." You hold his hand tightly.

" I am sorry but I can't act the same way again," He let go of your hand.

Jisung, do you know? That's why I want to keep you by my side forever. That day I avoided you, not because I don't have the same feelings as you. I decided that I don't want to pursue any other relationship with you because I don't want to lose you, I don't want anything to change between us. Just stay with me forever, as my closest friend. Don't grow apart from me, no matter what, cause I will always be by your side.

" I understand. I am glad that day I decided to feign ignorance towards your feelings. Because in the end, you are the kind of person that would leave me like this." You smile.

" What do you mean?" Jisung asked.

" Congratulations Jisung on getting your first serious girlfriend. I wish all the best for you and her. She likes you a lot too, you need to confess to her quickly. She has been waiting for it since months ago." You turn around before uttering the words that you wanted to say to him since 6 years ago. 

" I love you Jisung Han. So much. More than you will ever know."

-fin.

Epilogue:

" Cher, do you think there will actually be someone that I ended up with? Who's not gonna leave me? I don't think I can love anyone again," you mumbled while both of you were sitting on the park bench.

" If you said you can't love someone again because of him, I don't accept that. He's your first love, but not the last. I am sure that the one who is meant to be with you, who's not gonna leave you, who will love you truly for who you are, is out there."

" Is there really? How can I be sure he wouldn't leave me like other people? After Jisung, I don't think I can trust any other guy that's close to me." 

" I am sure they would and you definitely can. I don't know why, but I sense that the person you're gonna be with is already near you."

" Don't tell me it's Hyunjin? I can't deal with his drama queen ass! Or Changbin? Noo, I can't deal with his pettiness too!" you gasped.

" No, they're both too extraordinary. Yours gonna be a classy, smart, sweet, prince-like man. Hey, if my senses are right, who knows, maybe he's near us right now?" Cherry teased.

" As if," you scoffed.

A young man passed by you two and an ID card fell in front of your cream-colored wedges. 

" Excuse me, Mr. Seungmin Kim?" You call and tap the shoulders of the man a few steps in front of you. 

" Yes?" He turned around, taking his white earphones out of his ears.

You are faced with a tall man with puppy-like brown eyes, soft brown hair, pink lips, and a soft pink shade colored his cheeks and nose.

" I think you dropped your ID, is this yours?" you asked.

" Oh yeah, it's mine, thank you very much, I was in a rush and I am focusing on other things so it must have slipped from my bag. " He laughs shyly.

" No worries, have a nice day," you reply.

" You too," he smiled.

Cherry senses turn out to be right once again.

[courtlyharlequin]

Dreamscape

Summary: [ Modern AU ] Cater, Vil, Epel, and Silver, Sebek take you on a date to Disneyland! It’s the happiest place in the world, right?

A/N: Happy birthday @poisonepel​ !!! Marzi, I love you so much. Thank you for all that you do for me and the twst fandom in general. You’re such a hard worker and I don’t think people say that enough. You’re one of my closest friends. I’m glad I’ve found someone who loves twst as much as I do. I’m so grateful to know you, to be able to rot with you, to be able to over share with you. You’re sweet and very down to earth. You’re so funny too! Your react pics always send me over the moon. I always have a blast when I talk to you and Taku. I hope you have an amazing day— one that’s on par with your own amazingness ehe~ (((o(*��▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

Cater Diamond:

He thought it would be a cute and Magicam-able date idea

There wouldn’t be a single moment where he isn’t snapping a picture of you two

Or perhaps he might vlog the entire experience

Cater would wait for a good hour to get a picture with Mickey Mouse

He would also buy those Mickey Mouse shaped ice cream bars, take a bite for the Magicam post and then hand it off to you because, well, it’s a bit too sweet for him

Matching ears and outfits are a must for this date

Cater opts for the classical ears. You know, the black ones that are clean and simple

Once he’s done with the pictures, he’ll let his online persona drop

He’s still peppy and flirty, but he’s not faking a smile

He’s genuinely enjoying himself after all the staging. Quite frankly, the slower rides bore him but they’re much more viable for pictures

He prefers the faster paced rides. He likes the thrill, the rush of adrenaline albeit he can’t always snap a picture because of the fast pace

His favorite rides are the ones with long lines like Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, or Indiana Jones.

Not to worry though, Cater will hold your hand while you wait. He’s surprisingly very good at small talk~

Vil Schoenheit:

He is fond of the idea of going on a date to Disneyland. Read: the idea of

To be honest, amusement parks are not his ideal date. It leaves room for paparazzi and unwanted attention. Moreover, he’s never been to an amusement park before

Constantly being in the sun irks him, but he does eventually loosen up

Complaining all day would ruin the mood and that’s simply uncouth of him so it’s best to make the most out of the situation

Vil’s makeup is light for the day. He’s going for a more natural look today.  He doesn’t want to constantly touch it up every few hours. He sports shoes similar to the ones in his PE card. They’re light, easy for walking yet still stylish

His whole ensemble is a functional yet fashionable piece. He puts his hair up into a ponytail too~

He’ll make sure your ensemble is just as comfortable as his too. He’ll even do your makeup if you wake up early enough

He carries a mini backpack with all of his essentials too. Maybe yours too if you don’t like carrying bags with you. He’s not going to carry everything as he’s not your servant, but an extra makeup pouch wouldn’t hurt

Vil is a total mom at Disneyland. He brings his own food as he won’t tolerate putting junk into his body. He’ll also do hydration checks while you wait in line

He unironically likes Fantasyland. It reminds him of the stories he read as a child. There’s a certain wonder and awe in his eyes when he rides the carousel or the Peter Pan ride. We can’t forget the Snow White ride either. They’re very “chill rides”. They won’t cause neck strain or get anyone wet. He honestly needs them after all the stress from work

You can bet that he finds himself in the gift shop for a good hour, browsing for the perfect ears for you both

Going on a date to Disneyland with Vil, seems like a handful, and it really is, but seeing him loosen up on a day off brings you both much joy. Albeit, his pride is a little wounded because he actually enjoyed himself after telling you he wouldn’t

Epel Felmier:

UWAHHH!!!

He’s also never been to an amusement park before, but not because he didn’t want to. No, the idea just never crossed his mind

His eyes light up. They sparkle. This place is huge and there’s horses too?

He’s honestly underpacked, but that’s fine with him! You don’t need a whole lot to have fun

Epel is a fast walker. If you aren’t then, he’ll make sure to hold your hand so as to not lose you in a crowd

He rushes to the first ride he sees

The attraction that caught his attention the most would be Autopia. Racing? Bring it on!

He also volunteers for the Jedi Training Academy, wielding his lightsaber with such prowess. Sure, he might be the oldest of the bunch, but he didn’t mind– especially with you cheering him on in the crowd

While those two attractions are in Tomorrowland, his favorite place is New Orleans Square and Critter Country

Epel is really fond of Splash Mountain and Pirates of the Caribbean. He’s not afraid to get wet. Hell, he wants to

Although, he prefers the attractions where you explore more than sit down for a ride. He climbs up Tarzan’s Treehouse without a sweat and walks across those unstable  wooden bridges like it’s nothing

If you’re scared, he’ll grab your wrist and run straight across ♡

He likes the Winnie the Pooh ride, but don’t mention it to him. Seeing him buy matching Winne the Pooh and Piglet Mickey ears for you in the gift shop next to the ride was enough to know

And yes, he likes Dole Whip

Silver:

This sleeping beauty is a little dazed, having to wake up early and all, but he’ll make do. He gathered all of his things the night before, laying out his clothes the night before on the hotel’s couch and setting his bags by the door

He’s dressed very comfortably. He’s most likely in sweats

He also prefers a cap instead of the standard Mickey Mouse ears. The headband makes the back of his own ears hurt if he wears them for so long so he’d rather not wear them altogether

Silver falls asleep on your shoulder during the bus ride to the park itself. His snores are barely audible. You can’t help but admire his long lashes

He’ll give you this perplexed look as he catches you staring. Your eyes meet his brilliant aurora orbs and he smiles at you

As for the date itself, you two find yourselves wandering around the park. Silver has no preference so he’s willing to go on any rides if it as you wish

But from how he dozes off in Small World’s, you could assume that’s his favorite ride

Honestly, Silver likes to hang around the pond near Sleep Beauty’s castle and feed the ducks. He has an affinity for the park’s animals and they adore him as well

While you two do linger around the castle and Fantasyland for most of your day, one of Silver’s favorite places is Main Street because there’s horse drawn carriages

He likes to nuzzle his head on your shoulder and watch others hustle about. There’s a certain tranquility that comes with watching others enjoy themselves. He may or may not doze off here

The day ends with you two settling down by the lake in New Orleans Square the fireworks from afar. There was already a crowd at the area but Silver made do. If you’re short, might offer to carry you on his back

He blushes when you mentioned that some of the fireworks remind you of his multicolored eyes

Sebek Zigvolt:

He did a lot of research when you suggested that you two should go on a date here. So when you reached the front gate, he rambled on about the history of the park

This continues for almost very ride which leads you to question how much he looked into Disneyland. When you compliment him, he beams with pride. Of course, he knows about the architecture of Sleeping Beauty’s castle!

That being said, Sebek is actually a good partner to take to an amusement park. He’s so prepared. He knows the best routes and got fast passes

He personally has no preferences for rides, but from how his eyes light up when he races you in Autopia and how much he laughs in Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters, those are probably his favorites. Sebek likes the rides that are more hands-on and require some skill. Sure, rides where you just sit still and enjoy the scenery is nice, but he’d rather show off his talents to you

He’s a tad ashamed that he asked to go on another round of Autopia since that threw off his schedule, but he couldn’t help it. It’s so fun!

He has a certain plan for the day as he asked you what you liked a few weeks before so he also gets a little annoyed when you take detours to buy churros and ice cream. He didn’t really take snacks into account, just main meals. He sincerely apologizes for being underprepared, but is taken back when you giggle and wave it off as nothing

If he had puppy ears, then you could imagine them perking right up after you affirm that you aren’t disappointed in him, taking his hand and all

It all works out for the better because it turns out that Sebek likes the turkey legs! He would probably get into a fight for the last one. It wasn’t intentional; he just came off as vociferous to the other person which in turn led to some bickering. Needless to say, he got the last turkey leg

[jlalafics]

"Almost Paradise"-a birthday story for mrspeetamellark!

Happy birthday @mrspeetamellark! This is one day late but I hope you enjoy this continuation of your lifeguard!Peeta story!

You can find the first part here.

Also, mind the smut at the end.

______

“How do I look?” Katniss stepped into the living room where Annie and Finnick sat on the couch. “Do I look too much like a girl who’s seen nothing but forests and whose pastime is archery?”

She did a little twirl in her sleeveless green jersey dress and cropped jean jacket for the couple.

“You look cute!” Annie stood up, rounding her. “But take the jacket off.”

“And undo the braid,” Finnick added.

Katniss shrugged the jacket off, handing it to Annie before unraveling her braid.

“Why?”

“If you’re cold, he can’t give you his jacket or put an arm around you if you’re wearing one, can he?” Annie pointed out.

“And nothing is sexier than a hair flip and an over-the-shoulder smile,” Finnick told her.

Katniss snorted. “What do you mean?”

The man bent his head, throwing it back before looking over his shoulder to smile at Annie and Katniss.

“See?” Finnick smirked. “Irresistible.”

“Is that how Annie got you?” Katniss asked.

“No, it’s how he got me,” her cousin replied. “His hair was at his shoulders at the time.”

There was a knock on the door.

“He’s here!” Finnick screamed out excitedly.

Katniss laughed, going to the door. “I thought I was going out with Peeta.”

“I’m just really happy for you,” Finnick replied.

“He’s hoping that you’ll stay the night with Peeta so we can shag like rabbits,” Annie said as Katniss opened the door.

“I should at least take you to dinner before you stay over.”

Peeta stepped into the house, his eyes meeting Katniss’. He kissed her cheek.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Katniss looked over Peeta in his brown leather jacket, fitted white tee, and jeans. “You look great.”

“Yes, very dreamy,” Annie agreed.

Finnick fluttered his lashes. “I’d do you.”

“On that note, we should go,” Katniss told him. “Bye, guys.”

Annie gave her a hug. “Have a shit ton of fun.”

Taking Peeta’s hand, Katniss led him out the door.

“Use protection!” Finnick called out, just as the door closed behind them.

++++++

“My Mom is the local medicine woman while my sister assists her,” Katniss said as they strolled. “I’ve never been very good at all the medicinal stuff which is surprising since I usually go hunting with my Dad or Gale…well, maybe just my Dad now.” She turned to the man, smiling at her in amusement. “I’m talking a lot, aren’t I?”

“No, I like it,” Peeta said as he gazed at her. “You have a lot to say and I want to hear it all.”

“Maybe it’s because I kind of disappear into the background a lot of the time,” she told him. “Being a hunter and all. I mean, everyone who lives in my neighborhood looks the same. Dark hair, olive skin…Mom and Prim are the exception. Both blonde and blue-eyed.”

“Why is that?”

“My Mom grew up in the higher-class part of District 12,” she explained. “And she ran off with my Dad.”

“So, they were Star-Crossed Lovers,” Peeta replied.

“Yup, minus the gang fights and death.” Katniss looked around the line of shops along the wooden-slatted walkway. “Where are we?”

“This is District 4’s commercial area,” he explained. “This is where visitors like yourself might come to eat at a restaurant or buy some local goods. The folks from the Capitol come here during the summer and double our revenue for the year.”

“We don’t have anything like that in 12,” Katniss replied. “Unless you’d be interested in goat’s milk or cheese made by Prim’s goat.” Peeta raised a brow and she chuckled. “Yes, my sister has a goat.”

He reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Would buying goat’s milk score me brownie points with you?”

Katniss closed in the space between their joined hands. “Maybe.”

Peeta stopped, reaching to lift her chin. “Maybe?”

“Probably,” she relented, her chin wobbling in nervousness.

The way Peeta gazed at her was exhilarating and unnerving, all at once. It was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. If she was being entirely honest, most of her thoughts regarding this strong-jaw, golden-haired man were not entirely clean.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

Katniss swallowed harshly. “Starving.”

Peeta stepped towards her, his hands going to her shoulders—to turn her around.

In front of her was a storefront displaying an array of pastries and cakes, but it wasn’t the food that made her jaw drop slightly.

It was the sign.

“Mellark Bakery?” Katniss turned to him, a smile playing on her lips. “You have a bakery.”

“My family has one,” he told her simply. “I thought that we might explore some career options for you.”

Katniss was confused. “What?”

“You said that you didn’t have your dream job.” Peeta pulled her towards the entrance. “I thought maybe we could see if you cut it in the culinary world.”

“Or I could possibly burn the place down,” she retorted.

“Come on. If anything, it will be something worth remembering,” he told her.

“I can’t believe that you remembered the ramblings of a deranged woman who swam right into an undertow.”

“Kind of hard to forget when you were screaming in my ear.” Peeta put an arm around her, his mouth brushing against her lobe. Her legs almost caved at the motion. “I think it will be fun. Doing something together in the back of the bakery.”

“Fine.” Katniss let out a sigh. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

He kissed the top of her head affectionately.

“I’m lucky because you said yes.”

++++++

After stepping into the bakery, Katniss was introduced to Peeta’s parents, Charlie and Roberta.

“How did you get Peeta’s name?” she asked immediately. “Your names are surprisingly normal.”

The elder Mellarks immediately took to her with easy chuckles.

“I was under some heavy-duty pain relief after he came out,” Roberta answered. “And Charlie here was running on no sleep at that point. One of us must have sputtered out, Peeta.”

“They just wanted to be different,” Peeta told her, arm still slung around her shoulders affectionately. “But they kept in order.”

She turned to him curiously. “Meaning?”

“Nop,” Charlie replied, a grin that Peeta obviously inherited, on his mouth.

“You Mellarks are confusing,” Katniss said with a shake of her head.

“Not Nop, but N-O-P.” Peeta looked to his parents in affectionate exasperation. “As in Noli, Oren, and Peeta. So, as you can see, I got the best name of the bunch.”

“I guess I must be pretty boring with my plant name,” she replied. “At least, Prim got a sweet one, and it fits her perfectly.”

The bell at the top of the front door interrupted their conversation and Peeta quickly led her to the back of the bakery, where she was greeted by stainless steel counters and industrial ovens. There, Peeta told her that they would be making sticky buns for them to eat. He pulled his family’s recipe book from the back office and showed her the recipe.

“You’re the first non-Mellark to see this book in years,” he told her.

“Don’t worry.” Katniss smiled at the man beside her. “I won’t steal your precious recipes.”

They both got to work making the dough and Peeta showed her how to add the ingredients into one of the electric mixers. After, standing behind her, he instructed her on kneading the dough to the right consistency—smooth and just a little sticky.

“There you go,” he said lowly, his warm breath against the nape of her neck. Katniss’ breath quickened at the feeling of him pressed to her back. “Just put a little more pressure into the dough.” He moved her hair to one side, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You’re actually pretty good at this.”

Katniss made another fold, pressing into the dough.

“It’s actually relaxing,” she admitted.

Peeta took a bowl, placing the dough in it so it could rise.

While they waited, Katniss told him more about District 12, about the main street where there was very little commercial area. How her father recently retired from the mines and how one of her friends was the mayor’s daughter.

“You’d like Madge,” she said. “She’s very sweet, all blonde hair and blue eyes.” Katniss peered at him. “Maybe I won’t. I tend to become invisible when Madge is around—”

“I happen to have an affinity for brunettes with smoky eyes,” Peeta told her. “You’re not invisible, Katniss.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest as he kissed her temple. “I see you.”

“Thank you for telling me that.” Katniss turned to look at him. “I see you, too.”

Peeta’s hands reached to cradle her cheeks and her breath hitched in anticipation. He leaned and Katniss didn’t pull away when he brushed his lips to hers. It was the gentlest of touches, but it spread through her like wildfire.

“More,” she breathed against their kiss.

Peeta shifted, and their lips once more. Her bottom lip was pillowed between his own and he sucked at her tender flesh, drawing a moan out of her chest. Her hands reached, carding through his hair to grip and anchor her as Katniss felt that she might collapse in pleasure at any moment.

“You are fucking delicious,” he whispered along her tongue. “I want to taste every part of you—”

“Well, don’t do it here!” They pulled apart to see Charlie at the doorway leading to the front. “I don’t want to tell my grandkid that he or she was conceived on the counter where their Dad was.”

“Moment’s over.” Peeta helped her off the counter—how did she even get up there? He gave her an apologetic smile. “For what it’s worth, that was one hell of a first kiss.”

She had to agree.

Katniss had wanted a kiss where she saw stars behind her eyes—and she did.

However, it didn’t compare to what she felt as their lips met.

Fire.

++++++

After being discovered by Charlie—or Dad, as he insisted Katniss to call her—the man had sent them away with a basket of bread and pastries, along with some cheese, meat, and wine. They had found a nearby parklet decorated with flowers and made sandwiches.

They sipped on their wine while Peeta told her more about the Mellark Family. Their bakery had been a staple in District 4 since Peeta’s great-grandfather had built it from the ground up. Roberta was a Capitol transfer that had come when she was in her teens in search of adventure. What she had found was love, Charlie sweeping her off her feet and putting a ring on it as soon as he could.

“I think Noli might’ve been the reason for the rush,” Peeta told her with a smirk. “Don’t let them know that I know.”

Peeta’s two older brothers were working in different Districts, Noli in District 2 and Oren in District 7, but visited often.

“Oren’s girlfriend is actually from District 7 and they’re visiting in the next few days. You should meet Johanna. I think you’ll like her.”

When they were finished with their food, they returned the basket to his parents and Peeta came back with keys to a Land Rover that had seen better days. The blue paint was rusting and when Peeta turned on the engine, she could feel the hard rumble directly under her.

They had set off on a tour of District 4 and Peeta had pointed out the Hall of Justice in their town square and the mayor’s home, a block away from it. He showed her where he and his brothers went to school. After graduation, Peeta had been the one who decided to stay in District 4 and would eventually take over Mellark Bakery.

He had a love for baking, finding peace in just creating.

Katniss admired that he had found his place in the world.

“Tell me about this guy you’re supposed to marry.”

She met his eyes as he stoked the bonfire in front of them.

They had settled on the beach after their tour, the tide low enough so they could settle close to the water.

“Gale is…complicated and simple all at the same time.” Her fingers dragged along the cool sand. The moon rose over the water, highlighting the curiosity on Peeta’s handsome, sculpted face as he waited for her to continue. “It would be simple to marry him and start a family. That been the plan—to him at least.”

“And why is he complicated?”

“Because I want more,” Katniss replied. “I’m not ready to settle. Not in District 12 and not with him.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want lukewarm love…a lukewarm life. My family is great, but they know me enough to see that I’m floundering in 12. It was why Prim urged me to just leave after Gale got down on one knee.”

“She’s one smart sixteen-year-old,” Peeta remarked.

Katniss nodded in agreement. “Definitely an old soul.” She stood up, holding out her hand to him. Peeta took it and rose from his seat. “You ever want more?”

“Not until recently,” he told her, his blue eyes darkened in the moonlight.

The heat between them was inescapable. However, neither made a move to part.

Instead, their bodies only pressed closer until Katniss could feel the prickle of her hardening nipples against Peeta’s broad chest.

Her eyes went to his. “What do you want?”

“I thought that much was clear,” he told her roughly.

Their mouths met in a crushing kiss. Her hands grasped at his biceps as he encircled her waist, pressing his pelvis to hers and she pressed up, feeling the cloth of his jeans against her clit.

Peeta growled, his lips moving off to taste and suckle her skin. Katniss purred as he reached the juncture of her neck and bit lightly. She watched as he kissed along the neckline of her dress, his hands grazing the sides of her breasts teasingly before he sunk to his knees.

Panic gripped her and grabbed his wrists. “What are you doing?”

Peeta grinned. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“I’ll never come that way,” she told him simply. “And this has been better than anything I ever felt. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Give me a chance,” he replied, his hands on her hips to keep her from joining him on the sand. “If you don’t like it, then we’ll stop.”

Slowly, Katniss acquiesced.

Peeta lifted her skirt, carefully tucking it up into the elastic waistline. He stared at her bare skin for a moment and she consciously rested a hand to her stomach.

Thank God, she wore her cute underwear.

“Lovely,” he breathed out.

Peeta kissed along her thighs, letting her get comfortable enough to widen the opening between them. His mouth pressed to the insides and she knew that he could taste her arousal, his tongue swiping quickly along the line of her panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said hoarsely.

His mouth went to her clit, sucking through the lace, and she keened at the sudden twist in her belly.

Her hands moved to her panties and he helped her, guiding them off her before they found their place in his back pocket.

Peeta’s mouth was immediately on her cunt, roughly kissing along her sodden labia and her hands dug into his hair, holding him in place. This was something that she had never felt before, waves of desire pulsing through her core and she tried to catch that feeling with each swipe of his tongue.

“Ride my face,” he commanded, hitching her thigh over his shoulder. “I want to taste all of you.”

Katniss let out a breath at the desperate tone in his words. She pressed her pelvis closer to him, experimentally moving back and forth along his tongue as his hands cupped her bottom.

When her clit hit his nose, she let out a hiss. “Fuck!”

He chuckled against her cunt, before pressing his tongue flat against the nerve before thrusting two fingers inside her.

The euphoria took over and Katniss moved a hand to her chest, pinching a nipple and feeling the sparks of pleasure course to her core. Her other hand remained firm on Peeta’s head as he sucked and fucked her with his tongue and fingers.

Katniss felt herself there at the edge, surprised at how quickly Peeta had gotten her there—but she let herself fall into it.

Like that afternoon, she headed right into a riptide, knowing Peeta would be her rescuer.

“Oh…fuck…” Her hips canted on her own as she crested, pushing her cunt onto his face. “…I’m coming—” Peeta’s fingers quickened as he lapped at her peak. “…yes…Peeta!”

Her body snapped and Katniss arched, crying out into the dark sky as her orgasm crashed over her body and she felt the warm release seep out her conto Peeta’s waiting mouth. He was gentle, lightly tasting her as she came down from her high.

Carefully, they fell back onto the sand, breathing harshly, as they looked up the starry heaven above them.

Katniss reached for Peeta’s hand and he entwined their fingers, squeezing her hand tenderly.

Peeta tugged until she rested her head against his chest, and she sighed contently at the feeling of solidity that being with him brought her.

“I think I found what I was looking for,” she said quietly.

His hand settled in her hair. “And what is that?”

Katniss turned; her chin pressed to his chest so she could meet his azure eyes.

“You.”

Peeta smiled, the warmth of it spreading through her body and causing a flutter in her stomach.

She didn’t know if this was love, but she was willing to stay until she knew what it was.

“Do you want to go…” Peeta’s gaze was careful, his hand moving along her hair as to not break the spell between them. “…to my place?”

Finnick would be getting his wish.

Katniss nodded, a smile playing on her lips.

“Let’s go.”

*I’d like to do another part at some point…

[mysinsforbts]

Be careful what you wish for~

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY Namjoon!~ 💜)

Dom! Namjoon lion hybird x Sub! (female) reader

Semi Hybrid au, Friends to lovers

Rating: 18+

About: Namjoon and you always had been friends because your parents knew each other, you played together in the sand, went to school together, studied together but you had no idea that you also would spend your lives together. As you and Namjoon became roomates, things start to get serious. He noticed his crush on you, while you had to deal with his heat and your hormones. You kept your fellings a secret, while he acts without thinking. Holidays were happening and than Namjoons heat broke out.

Warnings:  semi angst, mentioning of death, cursing, Smut, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral (female), possessive behavior, bareness, ass spanking, hickeys, marking, biting, breeding kink, Dom!Namjoon, Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, begging, teasing, overstimulation, squirting, size kink, window sex, Semi publix sex, rough sex, eye contact, (It's just a lot okay lol) (Let me know when I forgot something~)

(I hope the time-jumps aren't to bad! Sorry for gramma mistakes! Please enjoy~ 💜)

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"Y/N meet Namjoon, today is his birthday so be nice to him okay?", is what your mom told you back than. You saw a boy maybe 8 years old, wachting a tv show. Carefully walking towards him and sitting next to him you said, "Hello, what are you watching?". The birthday boy turned smiling to you, "Friends", he said before mustering you interesterd in who you are and where you came from. His dimples catched your eyes and you decided you liked them. "Do.. do you want to watch with me?", he asked gently, smiling at you. You nodded and turned to the tv. 'I like him!', you thought.

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>> 7 years later <<

You went up the stairs infront of Namjoons house and ringed the bell at the door. A bit later a boy, 15 years old came out, still looking tired, "I couldn't even finish my coffee. Why are you so stressed today Y/N?", joonie, your best friend asked. You laughed and pulled out a book from your bag, giving it to him, "Happy Birthday Joonie. Isn't that the book you always wanted to read?".  As he took the book from your hands, you saw him smiling. His dimpels, that you liked so much were showing. Before noticing what's happening, joonie hugged you, "GOSH! Thank you so much! I mean it Y/N! I couldn't find that book anywhere, where did you buy it?? No! Don't tell me! I-", as he rambled on, hugging you tightly a sound of a dump was heard. Than you realised the book had fallen down in the rain, "No! No! Shit!", you heard him curse while letting you go, picking the book up and running, in a hurry, back in his house to dry it.

You stood outside and laughed. 'I like him so much', you thought.

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>> 6 years later <<

You moved out of the car and brought the last bag up the stairs, putting it infront of your door. Thanks to your university you had to move farther away from home. But finding something for you was difficult, everything was expensive. Than your smart best friend, Joonie had the idea to share one apartment as roomates. At the beginning you weren't sure about the idea, after all you had a crush on Namjoon since the last year of highschool. Beeing around him 24/7 would be hard on you. But your parents had other ideas. "Thank you for helping me", you smiled at your parents, who got back in the car. "No problem honey~ Don't worry to much, as long as it's with Namjoon there is nothing wrong with it!", your mum loved Joonie, but is that a suprise? Namjoon is handsome,tall, smart, funny and friendly. No other boy that you had met was like him. "Thats right! Namjoon is smart, he can help you with your studies and he promised me to take good care of you. From man to man!", your dad laughed at his last comment. Your mum just sighed and looked at you, with a nod that you should go. You said goodbye and went up the stairs. As you came to a hold infront of your door, you noticed that your bag was already inside. A shock overcame you and you opened the door to your apartment. In that bag was Joonie's birthday present, what if he breaks it??

You closed the door and walked in the living room, with the small kitchen. So in panic you just ran through the room and bumped into Namjoon's back, who made coffee. He got scared and looked at you confused, catching your shoulders so you didn't fall, "What are you doing?", he asked with a teasing smirk on his face. "Where is the bag? The bag that was infront of the door?", you rambled and looked around for it. Joonie looked at you concerned before answering,"In your room, but why-". Not letting him finish you just ran off in your room, checking on the bag. Well it looked fine.. Namjoon kneed next to you. Looking concered at you, than at your bag, "Why did something got stolen?". Busy opening your bag and taking the 'thing', which was wrapped into paper out. You sighed and shook your head. Carefully opening the paper and looking at the beautiful candle glass that you bought for Joonie. It was exactly his style and would fit perfectly to him."I thought it would break. I was so scared that it would shatter", you looked up at him and laughed, "No offense Joonie".His eyebrow raised as he laughed than too. Shaking his head he stood up and walked back into the kitchen, "I made coffee precious, come here have some~", the birthday boy said. 'Precious' that was your nickname from him since highschool. You loved it, it made your heart beat faster.

Standing up while taking the candle glass and the card you wrote for him with you, you walked back into the kitchen. Joonie put the cups down on the table and sat on one of the chairs. You sat down too and smiled at him, "Happy Birthday Joonie", gently you put the candle glass on the table. "I also wrote something for you, read it later~", you nodded towards the card while taking a sip from the coffee. Enjoying to see his dimples after such a long while. After highschoole ended and the holidays started you hadn't really seen each other, but now you would see each other everyday. Of course you were excited and so happy to have him around, but also very nervous. Joonie walked around the table and hugged you, hiding his face in your neck, "Thank you! This candle glass is so beautiful. How do you always know what I like?". You felt him smelling your neck, it was nothing new. After all he was a lion hybrid, what you forgot sometimes since you never talked about it openly. Namjoon didn't like talking about it. All you knew about him in this subject, you knew from his mother. Namjoon's mother was a kindhearted person. She trusted you and knew you liked his son but she also knew that it was difficult to be together with a hybrid, since they have to find the right partner to be with them forever. So what if you weren't the right one? Would Namjoon be unhappy than?

That is why his mother told you everything. She wasn't his real mum. His parents adopted him as he still was a hybrid baby. Joonie didn't know his real parents. He also never had friends besides you. His mother was thankful for everytime you protected him as he got bullied in school. Namjoons live wasn't easy. It never had been easy. Neither was it easy as his mother got in a bad accident 2 years ago. Since her death he became a lot quieter and more serious. But to you he seems still the same, he hasn't changed much while beeing with you.

Of course he hasn't, you were his light. You made his live happier. But you never saw those looks he gave you, the looks of someone who also liked you.

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>> Today <<

It already has been 1 year since Namjoon and you lived as roomates together and nothing changed. Actually a lot changed. You two were still best friends but closer than ever. Namjoon also met new friends. 6 boys, who did go to the same university as you do. You already met them, they're all nice, funny hybrids. 'Crazy what kind of suprises live throws at you sometimes', you always thought thinking back on how they met.Namjoon wanted to join the music club since he always had a talent for writing lycris and rapping, and so did the other 6 boys. Out of different reasons, but they all had the same goal. Wanting to make music,wanting to do what they love. You also met 'army' your best friend next to Joonie. Army and you went almost to every class together and decided to become friends. Often you all spend time together.

But now we had holidays, everyone had their own time to kill. Army went home to her parents. Some of the boys were here, some of them went home. Namjoon and you spend time together in your apartment. Like now..

It still was before noon but you sat happily chating at the table, eating your breakfast. "Did you read that book already that I gave to you last month?", he asked while slurping on his coffee. You tilted your head, "You mean the one about the 'map of the soul'? Didn't I give that back to you? Saying it was to complicated?", you took another bite from your pancake."Ahh true! You did.. But listen Y/N it isn't that complicated! Look it's just about the shadow,the ego and-", joonie tried to explain but you cut him off with a giggle."What??", he asked now pouting. You leaned over the table and caressed through his hair, "I know you're smart and you love theorys and storylines but I'm very bad at that. You should know Joonie~". Than you stood up and started to clean the kitchen. Namjoon stood up and hugged you from behind, hiding his face in your neck, "You're smart too! Let me help you precious~". You could feel your heart beat faster but tried to sound normal, "Please do~", giggling nervously you continued to wash the dishes. One thing that hasn't changed, was your crush on Namjoon. It got even worse, you were actually so in love with him.

Tomorrow was his birthday. You had to plan something special. So while laying on the couch in the living room you were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't realise how Joonie cuddled next to you. Laying his head on your chest, hugging you gently he looked at you. Just enjoying your calming nature, your warmth and your whole beeing. You were his safe place, you were always there. You were his home, so it was just normal that he wondered what you could be thinking about. Everytime he looked at you, his heart were going crazy. You were his Love. Opening your eyes, you felt Joonie softly breathing against your neck. You both must have fallen asleep. Laying one hand on his back, you started to caresses over his back muscles. Than all of sudden you heard him growl and grab your hand in his, "Don't tease me!". You laughed in his ear, "Is someone ticklish here?", while caressing over Joonies back with your other hand. He got up on his knees and tried to grab your other hand. Noticing it before he could act, you moved your hand above you. Namjoon tried to grab after it again and started to laugh as he missed. "To slow~", you teased him and pushed his hand away. Trying to get your other hand free in the progess you pushed him slightly off the couch. As Joonie looked at you with his 'death' glare you bursted into giggels and laughs. The wrestle fight between you two continued for a few minutes longer, as like almost everytime something awkward happened.

The two of you had so much fun wrestling, enjoyed the laughs from the other that you didn't notice how close you two had become. Yours were so close to Namjoon's face that you could feel his breath on your cheek. One wrong move and it was done. Joonie finally managed to grab both your hands and grinned like a child that just got sweets, as he noticed the feeling of his lips. They were pressing against something. You stopped to giggel and just layed there, not moving at all. Your brain had left the chat. Your heart was out of control. You two kissed. Without a second thought you closed your eyes, not wanting to meet those of your crush yet. Scared what you would see, scared how he would react. Unsure about what to do you didn't make a move. Than you felt how Joonie's lips continued to kiss yours, it felt gently, soft with a bit of insecurity. Your heart jumped happily and made you kiss him back in the same way. Namjoon still held your hands in his, now pressing them over your head. It didn't hurt, it felt good, dangerously good.

After a few seconds of passionatly making out you heard Namjoons phone go off, that layed on the kitchen table. Both shocked, acting like children they just got caught by their parents doing something forbidden you jumped apart. Joonie stood up, the blush on his face clearly visible, "U-Uh..Sorry Y/N..I..I will look who it is", he said, quickly walking over to take his phone call and to stop the annoying ringtone. As Namjoon was out of the room your brain started to work again. 'WHAT JUST HAPPENED??', you asked yourself,slight panic overcame your body and you stood up. You needed a shower now! You just took your towel with you and went to the bathroom. While opening and closing the door you were so busy thinking how to behave infront of your best friend now, you forgot to lock the door.

'Best Friends huh?', you thought while starting the warm water. 'What are we now? Best friends don't do this kind of stuff! Maybe Best friends with benefits?..No No! We didn't go that far!’, while showering your mind all of sudden started to imagine Namjoon's body infront of your eyes. You saw him a few times walking around without a shirt, he looked so good. Those arm muscles were something else. You often thought about him lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, fucking you against the-.. 'STOP! Get it together Y/N! You can't go crazy just because of one kiss!', you shook your head, trying to forget those thoughts. 'Well it was more like a make out not just a kiss! But his lips felt so soft and the way his strong hand was holding both of mine..', you sighed and almost got teary eyed. You still had no idea how to look in Namjoon's eyes ever again. Lord.. this was so awkward.

After you were done you moved out of the shower door, grabbing the towel. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a shirtless, just in boxers Joonie was standing there. Mouth agape, eyes almost falling out, blinking a few times and not moving. He just stared at you.

You stared back at him, forgetting you were naked. You couldn't help but to check this fine man out. He was perfect, from his hair to his legs. Namjoon always had a beautiful body. You knew since you saw him back in highschool on the pool. Oh boy, you never would forget this day. The day your crush on Namjoon almost got exposed. Back than you thought it was just a crush, it would go away soon. That was why you behaved openly about it, lucky for you Namjoon was still oblivious back than. He never noticed the looks you gave him, the compliements you made him or the way you got jelaous over other girls. On that pool day you were so excited to see Namjoon shirtless  without it beeing weird or awkward. But that feeling was short lived as you saw another girl make out with him in the corner. All your hope got shattered in one second. You didn't know what you had expected, you were just a friend.

Later on you didn't talk to Joonie for 3 days. He always wanted to talk to you, worried what was wrong but you avoided him. After a week you slowly talked again and everything was normal. From him you got to know about his first heat and that he had it with that girl he made out in the pool. You came to the conclusion never to speak about your feelings to him. You weren't a virgin either so you couldn't blame him.

You lost your virginity to one of your friends, Namjoon's friend. Hoseok. He knew about your love towards Namjoon. Everytime you got hurt Hoseok was there. One day, you were so down from seeing Namjoom with this girl that you were crying in a corner were nobody saw you. But someone did. Someone saw you. For someone you were all he could see. To Hoseok you were a Sunshine, beautiful, bright and all he could see. Hoseok found you in that dark, lonely corner and helped you out of it, out of that party. Well, after that Hoseok helped you to make Namjoon jelaous but instead of solving your crush, you slept with Hoseok and had a short realtionship with him. 3 months than it also was over because Namjoon lost his mother. Of course you were at his side, day and night, 24/7, not caring for anyone else at that time. You didn't even care for yourself. You were starving for him. It was unhealthy, Namjoon felt horrible and so did you. All that came to your mind as you saw Joonie standing there shirtless.

Step. Step. Step. You heard Namjoon moving towards you but you didn't move. Paralyzed from the emotions you felt. Frustration,shy, sad but also hot. It was so hot, you could feel how your clit pulsed. "You will catch a cold precious~", joonie said in a soft but deeper voice than usually. He wrapped the towel around you and started to dry your hair gently. Not saying anything else, just helping you calm down, finding your braincells again. "Didn't you bring clothes to change?", he asked looking at you. You shook your head, holding the towel tighter against your body. Joonie laughed, "You're so cute.. I will bring you clothes, wait here~", he said while walking out of the bathroom. Sitting down on the bathtub you waited for him to come back. 'Did I just get horny from him seeing me naked?', you thought, feeling yourself get wet. You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand wander under the towel, caressing over your wet pussy. Playing a bit with your clit, not thinking about Namjoon who could come in any second. You were so turned on. As you heard the door opened you moved your hand quickly back to the towel, looking the most innocent as possible.

"Here, wear that. Its mine.. but I didn't know what to bring you.. all I could find was panties and some socks", joonie stuttered while holding towards you a white shirt and some boxers. "T-They are washed and comfy..", he said while looking at you smiling a bit. You took them and smiled back, "Thank you~". Than you just stared at each other. You didn't wanted him to leave but also didn't wanted to make the situation more weird than it already was. "C-Can I.. Can I help you?", he asked all of sudden while scratching the back of his neck. Looking shy, so adorable. At your confused look he repeated himself more clearly, "Can I help you.. putting your clothes on?". Your mind went blank but you nodded. 'What?', you asked yourself at the same time. 'No! Not now.. I need to go to my room', you bit your lip but your body didn't move a bit. As soon as you felt Namjoon's hands on your shoulders you threw every thought of not wanting this out of the window. You wanted him to touch you. Namjoon carefully started to dry your back with the towel until he reached your ass. Without asking he just grabbed your ass in his big hands and massaged them dry too. "Turn around", he whispered in your ear, his voice gave your chills it sounded so deep. Listening to him you turned around, now your face against his chest. Your eyes looked away to not get caught of beeing horny af.

Namjoon started to dry your shoulders and moved down, grabbing your breasts through the towel and gently rubbing them dry. You tried your best to act normal but failed, as a moan past your lips as he massaged your nippels through the towel. Namjoon didn't stop, he rubbed your stomatch dry and moved down to your thighs, leaving the rest of your body visible.

Biting your lip at the sight you had, Namjoon kneed infront of your thighs, on the same height as your pussy was. The thought alone of him eating you out, almost made you moan again. He rubbed your legs dry and than all off sudden you heard a growl and felt his head pushing between your thighs.

'He is a hybrid! Of course he would smell it!', than it came to you. That's why he was acting like this. Namjoon was about to go in his heat. That all makes sense now. But before you could give it more thought you felt backwards, almost falling into the bathtub. You catched yourself against the wall and couldn't help but to let out another moan. Joonie started to lick against your clit. If you didn't stop him he would eat you out and for sure regret it later. Hybrids in heat tend to lose theirselves in their lust and desire. But that wasn't as easy as you thought, since you were wet as well. Your body screamed for more.

"You taste so good Y/N~ Your smell drives me crazy! Let me have more?", joonie leaned away, looking up at you with blown eyes. Before you could answer you felt one of his fingers gently push into your hole, "You're so wet without me doing anything. You want this too right?". Than he removed his finger and brought it back up to his lips and licked it. "Mhh~", he sucked on it, smirking as he was standing up. Your eyes were now on the perfect height with his crotch. The outline of his semi hard cock was already visible on his boxers. "See? You did this to me Y/N!  Since 1 year you tease me and made me wait. But I can't wait anymore! I want to have you as mine~ Please let me have you?", Namjoon asked while rubbing his hand against the outline of his cock. What should you do? You wanted him, like he wanted you. Your hole was clenching now that it had a taste of what it could have. Taking a deep breath you made your descion, "Let's move to the bed first okay Joonie? I'm a bit uncomfortable here~", you said while trying to stand up.

Namjoons ears, that caught your eyes now like how for the first time you saw them, twitched up at your words. Your struggle of standing up ended as his two strong, buff arms lifted you up and carried you out of the bathroom. Your legs moved around his, as you hugged him and enjoyed the touch. You could smell his perfuem, he smelled so good.

Than you felt a spank at your bare ass, "Don't get to comfortable there princess~", he teased, half growled while walking into his room, not closing the door. Namjoon carried you over towards his bed, on the window. He dropped you and leaned over you, starting to kiss you again. This time it felt different, it felt wanted, desired and passionated. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, laying your arms around his back. Caressing through his hair you felt his lips move down your neck, kissing it, sucking it and leaving a few hickeys on it. Than he kissed down your chest, leaving hickeys here and there too, while Joonie's hands gently massaged your breasts, circeling your nippels. The moment you felt a tug on one of your nippels you moaned and qickly bit your lip afterwards. You enjoyed that feeling so much that your nippels got hard, rubbing your thighs together and moaning as he pressed his lips to one of your breasts, sucking on the nippel. You tossed your head from one side to the other. Joonie's lips felt so good on your skin. You loved beeing marked, you loved beeing his.

After all this years, where you made yourself cum over and over again while imagine this situation, you finally could make it reality. You for sure looked fucked out, eyes blown wide, hair messed up, hickeys everywhere, nippels hard and your pussy was dripping wet.

"P-Please more Joonie~", you whined as he still played with your nippels. Namjoon looked up to you and what he saw made his dick just harder. You looked so good under him, he would ruined you more. His dick painfully pressed against his boxers at the thought of finally taking you. Finally you would be his. Not Hoseoks! His! How he hated the thought of seeing you with him. Namjoon liked Hoseok, they're friends. But he never would forgive himself for noticing the love he felt for you not sooner. For leting Hoseok having you first. Now you would be his! His forever. He wanted to breed you one day, but now it was to early. "Be carefull what you wish for princess~", he said while kissing down to your legs, spreading them gently. "Your smell is driving me insane. You're so beautiful!", he growled and started to kissing your thighs, leaving hickeys all over them. Namjoon moved one finger through your slit, to your hole and started circeling it. He loved to see you whine and beg under him. His dominace came out to play, in such times. You loved his dominate side. Or how would army call that? Duality! Yes! You loved his Duality!

"What do you want precious? You have to tell me otherwise Daddy doesn't know~", joonie whispered against your clit, he gave it a gently lick. You moaned, wanting to close your legs. Joonie held them open and did the same thing again. "Is that what you want? Want me to lick your clit? To suck it and flick it with my tongue until you are sore?". He did it again, this time adding more pressure on your clit. Your legs started to shake as you moaned louder, "Please daddy!~ Please put your fingers in me! Play with my clit!", your voice gave out as you begged. Namjoon growled and pushed his head in your cunt. At his limit to control himself any longer, he pushed 2 fingers gently in your hole and let you adjust to them. His tongue sucked your clit and flicked it all few seconds. He loved your moans, the way your legs were shaking and your walls clenched around his fingers. After a few seconds he started to move his fingers in and out at the steady pace, which got faster in minutes. Joonie tried to thrust them as deeply as possible, making the 'come here' gesture. You couldn't help but to moan loudly, your mind was blank, the only thing you could think off was Namjoon and his long fingers. The only thing that you could hear was your moans and the wet, dirty noises from your pussy. Namjoon's fingers fucked you at a insane speed. You were so close, your legs started to shake more. You caressed your hands through his hair. "Are you close princess? You're clenching so much! Cum! Cum on my tongue! Let me taste you~", he whispered as sucked more on your clit, biting it slightly, carefully. Than you just saw white, something in you snapped and you let your head fall into namjoons pillow. You just came, all over namjoons tongue and fingers,even the sheets were wet. You squirted.

"Did my precious girl just squirt for me?", Joonie said while looking up at your hard breathing face. You tried to calm down, to figure out what just happened but you had no chance as Namjoon moved his fingers slowly again. "I wonder if you can do that again? You came so quickly, maybe you can squirt again? Come on! Show me your dirty side precious~", joonie sounded not like himself. It was the lion speaking. The lion that he hold back for all those years finally was free now and it wanted everything you could offer.

Namjoon flicked your clit once again, sucking on it a bit more. His fingers thrusting into you at a faster speed. You didn't know what do to with yourself other than just to moan and push your cunt against his fingers, wanting to feel more. "You want even more? What a naughty girl you are! Are you that needy to be filled? Than come on! Take one finger more~ I will fill your needy hole!", joonie pushed one more finger in your dripping pussy. All three fingers were moving deep inside you, while the flicks on your clit just got more intense. Than your eyes rolled back and you came again. All over his fingers, more wetness dripped down your ass  over to the sheets. "What a good girl you are! You deserve to have my cocķ! But let me clean you up first precious", namjoon said as he removed his fingers from your hole and licked them clean. Joonie leaned down and started to lick your hole , "You made such a mess~ Everything is wet because of that needy pussy of yours~", he slightly pushed his tongue in your hole, moved it around a bit. You whined and bit your lip as you felt his tongue inside, moving deeper. It felt so good but also so new to you.

After a few seconds he leaned away and moved away from your cunt, "Are you ready to get owned by daddy? Are you ready to be filled precious?", joonie asked while removing his boxers. His cock jumped out and your eyes grew wide. It was huge. You wanted to have it in your mouth, you wanted to suck him off. Just as you were about lean up, Namjoon pushed you down in the matress again, "Next time princess! I can't wait anymore! I need to feel your thight walls around me! Get ready precious Daddy will push his cock into you now~". You could feel the tip of his dick sliding up and down on your cunt, as he looked at you. "Look at me when I take you! Look into my eyes as my cock spreads you apart! I want to see your face when I pount into you and hit your sweet spot~", joonie moaned and grabbed my chin, to make me look at him. You got fluestered as you saw his eyes, dark and wild but beautiful and full of love.

Soon you felt his tip pushing into you, before with a 'plop' his whole, huge cock was inside. You felt so full, but in a good way. Even if it's burnt a bit in the beginning, after seconds you just felt incredible pleasure. The need to be fucked, to be ruined. "P-please move joonie~", you moaned while he leaned over you. Namjoon grabbed both of your hands and pinned them over your head,he hold them together without even trying. "I told you to be carefull with what you wish for precious~ Now you gonna get it!", he growled and started to move his hips in a hard and deep pace. You throw your head back again and moaned at the feeling. Namjoon hit your g-spot everytime he thrusted deeo into you. Your walls felt so warm and clenched around him. "Do you feel this?", he asked while giving one hard thrust, hitting your g-spot. "Next time I will breed you and fuck my seed deep inside your pretty pussy", he growled while getting faster and leaning down, kissing you. You couldn't help but to scream at his new pace, kissing him back passionatly. You were close, you would cum for the third time today. With him now pounding into you, having his eyes closed and moaning himself you just couldn't control yourself at this sight. You screamed Namjoon's name and came again. With that Namjoon stopped and leaned down to your ear.

"What a needy princess you are~ You came again and you still clenching around my cock~ Are you okay precious? Do you want more?", joonie kissed your ear gently and sucked on it a bit. You were so fucked out but you wanted to feel him cum too, wanted to pleasure him too, "I want you too cum too, Joonie Please use me!~", you whispered in his ear and kissed it too.

Namjoons hand caressed your cheek, pulling out of you, "Turn around than! Kneel over the beed, face to the window". Doing what he said, you had the perfect few out of the glass window. You were high up so there was no chance for someone to actually see you, but you could see people walking by, sitting on their desks and eating food. It made you just more wet. The thought of someone might see you getting fucked against a window turned you on.A spank against your ass made you whine and you forgot all those thoughts you had. "Lean forward! Press your breasts against the window!", he caressed over your back. You followed every word he said, now hissing at the feeling of the cold glass against your hard nippels.

Busy with geting used to the new feeling you weren't ready when Namjoon pushed his cock back into you. He pushed deep inside your cunt, leaning over you. You could feel his breath against your ear, over the back of your neck. "Do you like this precious? Does it turn you on that those people could see you naked, getting fucked by me?", he whispered in your ear while slowly starting to thrust into you. With every thrust your breasts bounced and rubbed against the window. You moaned and glass started to blurr. A few minutes later Joonie was fucking into you faster,you could feel his balls slappinh against your clit everytimd he pushed in. You closed your eyes and moaned louder, not seeing clear anymore. "Open your eyes princess! Look at this women with her child!", he growled while spanking your ass, he loved the way it jiggled everytime. Scared to got caught you opened them and looked down, out of the window to a bit older women than your mum. "What would you do if your mum saw us like this? Would you cum infront of her? Would she still think I'm a good school boy?", with every word joonie thrustes deep into you than pulling almost completly out and thrusting deep into you again. This had you screaming and the thought alone made you cum again. You let yourself fall against the window and tried to catch your breath. "See I knew you would squirt for me again~ What a good girl~ Now let me cum on your ass precious!", namjoon moaned while grabbing my hips and pouding into you like the lion he is. A few minutes later he whispered in your ear, "Happy Birthday to me", than he pulled out and came all over your red ass. You had just enough strenght to lift your gaze out of the window to the clock. It was 1 minute past midnight, Namjoons birthday was today and you had no present.

You were so tired. You hadn't noticed when Joonie stood up and came back with a wet towel and clothes to get you cleaned up. "Are you okay precious? Was I to rough? Let me help you", he caressed through you hair and lifted you up to lay your head on the pillow. You yawned and shook your head, "You were perfect joonie~". Namjoon cleaned you up and smiled at your words, "Everything I said was true. I love you Y/N! I hope you know that!", he sat next to you and wanted to put the clothes on you. As you heard the words you always wanted to hear, the words you already gave up on to hear, you jumped up suddenly wide awake. You craweld on his lap and grabbed his cheeks in both your hands, "WHAT? Say that again!", you thought that you had dreamt he said it and you just looked like a psycho now. But that thought changed as he took your hands in his, "I love you Y/N! I always have. I always wanted to be more than friends. Please be mine?". You jaw dropped not knowing how to react. "Love- I- do- too", came out and than you kissed him. This time the kiss felt complete. Namjoon chuckled and kissed your back,still holding your hands as he pulls you closer. You ended up falling asleep in the same bed, cuddling each other that night. The night on Namjoons birthday.

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>> 5 years later <<

The last the day of your study live, that was today for you and for your boyfriend Namjoon. He already got your present, the other boys, your friend army and you gave him a huge birthday cake with a song they prepared called, >"Magic shop". It was such a sweet, beautiful song. Namjoon cried on your shoulder as he heard that song, he was so happy and touched. But of course he would get his 'special' present today night from you.

"Now, before we say goodbye and I let you leave this classroom, tell me where do you see yourself in 10 years?", asked our class teacher for the last years. As Namjoon's  answer came up he said, "I want to be a dad", while looking at you, smiling before looking at the teacher who laughed. You got fluestered and looked first at your friend army, who smirked and clapped with the rest of the boys and than back at Namjoon who winked at you.

After a while your turn came up, already knowing what you wanted you said, "I want to be a mum", winking back at your boyfriend Joonie. More clapping was heard and army started to laugh. Namjoon was the one blushing now and looked down at his calender. It said September 12th.

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( I hope you enjoyed~💜 )

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🌲, 🐚, ✨, 🌃 , 🤎, if you like!

🌲 — Tell me about a happy childhood memory.

When I was about four or five, my mom took us on a walk to the library on the air force base where we lived. It was an easy walk (Google Maps indicates it was a mere half mile, just up the street from our house) in the beautiful California weather. I don’t think I had ever been to a library before, and it was wonderful. Just a little building, but the children’s section seemed immense. My mom helped me find Betsy-Tacy (for me to read on my own) and The Long Winter (for her to read to me because we were going through the Little House books). I wanted more, and probably could have read more before the due date, but she thought only two was good enough. We took the books home and libraries have been making my life better ever since.

🐚 — Tell me about an inside joke.

We have a brother named Allan. He’s never there for us.

At some point, we started receiving mail for an Allan [our surname]. There is no Allan.

It’s not my dad’s name, or my brother’s, or any of the uncles’ or cousins’, not even as a middle name. We have no idea where it came from. But Google searches would turn up things suggesting that Alan lived at our residence, that he was somewhat older than my brother.

I repeat, there is no Allan.

So it turned into a joke. Allan is our other brother, whom we never see for reasons best known to himself. His name started turning up on birthday cards with the other siblings’ signatures. He’s taken on a life of his own.

But really, there is no Allan.

✨ — What’s something you love to ramble about to people?

In certain circles, my stories! They’re painfully awkward to discuss with, say, older relatives of any description or grown-ups in general (...wait a minute, I’m grown-up. You’re grown-up. We all are. What’s the difference?). But with the right audience, I could go on forever. It’s very tiresome.

🌃 — Tell me about a town or city that’s important to you.

I was born in a small town by a lake in upstate New York, very upstate, close to Montreal. In fall the leaves blazed red and orange; in summer everything was deep green. Trees were everywhere. There was a white gazebo that my mom and brother and I used to walk past. Once we went to a playground with very blue equipment and rode on little animals that rocked back and forth on springs. We used to drive through the town and see a sign for a bank that had a distinctive red key on their sign and go to the grocery store where they sold yogurt in little containers with beautiful lids in pink and fuchsia and blue and purple. There was a mall where sometimes we got small chocolate chip cookies. I was only three when we left, but I remember it as one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever lived, and I’ve always wanted to return.

🤎 — What’s a little way you make people feel loved?

I have several pads of paper that are printed with forms like “Pep Talk” or “Awesomeness Citation” and sometimes I fill these out for people when they need them (and when I remember I have them!). When I had a roommate, I left one of them on her Keurig the day of her art show, and it was one of the few times I think my attempts at friendship pleased her.

[stray-kids-react]

S/O being fluent in German/Russian/English.

Masterlist

@callmedead

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Bang Chan

° Wants to learn the languages you are fluent in, he already is fluent in English so he just needs to practice on German and Russian.

° Will become flustered and laugh nervously when you ask him a question in Russian or German. He tries his best, but he can't help but slip up sometimes since it is hard to learn a fresh new language.

° His first goal is to learn compliments in either or both languages, wanting to impress you with his words but also make you a flustered mess. Chan is whipped for you when you become shy and blushy.

° Since he practices so hard to learn, he will sometimes accidently reply to the members in either language. Once said 'klingt gut für mich' instead of 'Sounds good to me' to Felix. The younger aussie in mass confusion.

° Likes to flirt with you in German while the members are around, knowing they won't know what he says no matter how dirty or cheesy it was. But they get what the scenario is due to your blushing cheeks.

"Channie, do you think I look okay?"

"Du siehst absolut umwerfend aus. (You look absolutely stunning.)"

Lee Know

° Is a tease and has teased you before while you were learning Korean, so you see this as the perfect opportunity for revenge.

° Will learn the language after you begin to show him your skills in it, showing you the new words he's learned. But you still find new sentences and words to tease him back, knowing he knows that it is payback.

° Probably learned swear words straight after he leaned the basics, wanting to secretly swear at JYP himself without JYP knowing. And also to tease the members, but you soon explain to them what he said.

° An easy way for him to leant the new languages, is to learn them from singing his lines in those languages. Since he'd know what those words would say, but he once sang his lines in Russian during practice.

° Wants to learn the languages as fast as he can so you won't tease him anymore, he finds it cute when you are being a brat. But will become a bit annoyed when you are trying to be a smart ass with him.

"So I was thinking of supp-"

"Давайте пиццу, мы слишком устали готовить. (Let's have pizza, we are both too tired to cook.)"

Changbin

° For your anniversary you wanted to visit Amsterdam. Changbin pretty much relied on you for the language barrier during the trip.

° Would ask you for a translation for quite a few things, unless there was a Korean version or it was basic German. He usually needed your help the most when ordering food or finding something on the menu.

° Is happy you don't tease or trick him even though you have many opportunities to. You just think it'd be unfair to tease him on that, since he never teased you for only knowing basic Korean when he first met you.

° You like to teach him German words that could be used as nicknames, you always call him Süße which means cutie in German. He likes seeing how giddy and excited you become when he learns one of the words.

° You find his accent adorable when he's speaking German, you can't help but smile even if he's trying to be serious. He knows you love his accent, so he'll purposely make it seem stronger for more cuddles.

"Süße, do you want to order for us?"

"Ich bin ziemlich zuversichtlich, dass ich es kann (I'm pretty confident I can.)"

Hyunjin

° Hyunjin liked to do Vlogs with you, posting them to the stray kids channel. And he got a very special idea when you mentioned food.

° He decided to make a Russian mukbang where you'd eat Russian cuisine and you'd teach him new words. You loved that idea, but you were slightly worried that the fans wouldn't want to see you.

° Some crazy fans have threatened you for dating Hyunjin, who was one of the more popular members in Stray kids. But you weren't about to drop an amazing guy like him just because of some crazy fans.

° During the live mukbang, he would ask you flirtatious and slightly cheesy questions. Asking how to call you beautiful in Russian or how to declare his love for you in Russian. He just loves how bashful you get.

° Hyunjin has seen the comments and letters some fans have sent, and he wanted to show everyone including you that he wasn't going to stop this relationship. You are more important than anything else.

"Baby how do you, you look very cute when you blush?"

"Ты выглядишь очень мило, когда краснешь."

Han

° You taught Han some basic German, nothing to specific but enough for him to survive if he ever visits Germany with you.

° Han showed off his new skills to his members, all of them impressed and some asking for him to teach it to them. Of course their admiration made his confidence rise high, but he wasn't annoying with it.

° Han is a tease and likes to joke around with you, usually happening when he ends up being right on something or if he beats you in a game. But he should've known not to try and out smart you in German.

° He teased saying that you now had stuff to learn from him, you just nodded trying to contain your chuckling. You knew he wasn't serious, and you were glad that he had some confidence in himself.

° But you couldn't help but seize the opportunity of showing off your skills, plus he looks absolutely adorable when he is confused. So you decided to show off one more sentence up your sleeve.

"Du denkst also, du kannst mich in einer Sprache schlagen, die ich sehr liebe?"

"I am sorry babe but all I understood was, 'so you think.'"

Felix

° You were visiting your relatives for your mom's birthday, Felix becoming a nervous at the realization that they don't know English.

° Felix brought cue cards with everywhere before the trip, and barely getting sleep on the plane ride there as he was too busy practicing Russian. Even though you assured him that you could translate for him.

° His whole mindset was to impress your family, and he didn't want to seem like he just wouldn't try to learn their culture or language. And since it came to you, he'd practice 10× harder to master Russian.

° When you finally arrived, he swarmed with warm hugs and excited squeals of your family. He was glad that they weren't cold or harsh with him, it took some pressure off of him. Showing his calmness with his smile.

° Your family all grinned at you with approval as he pulled out some cue cards while eating supper, they were taken a back by how determined he was to impress them. That alone showed how much he cared.

"Спасибо за эту вкусную еду и за то, что благословили меня таким замечательным человеком.(thank you for this delicious meal and for blessing me with this amazing person.)"

"You're welcome Felix." your mother replied in broken but sweet english.

Seungmin

° Seungmin only ever heard you speak English and Korean, he knew you were fluent in many different languages.

° You were so use to your mother tongue and usually seared only in German, but you didn't swear often. Unless someone or yourself got hurt, and even still it is sometimes in English.

° You were making dinner for you and Seungmin, surprising him after he gets home from a long day of practice. But you were also tired from work, and got clumsy when you were sleep deprived.

° Which led to you burning two fingers on a hot pan that was burning hot, you let out a long yelp in pain as you mumbled swear words under your breath. Seungmin arrived just as you yelped in pain.

° Seungmin bandaged your blistered fingers along with lathering the bandages with lotion and some cold water. He looked up with the a very concerned and soft gaze, knowing you must be very exhausted.

"Heiliger Fick, der weh tat. (Holy fuck that hurt)"

"I have no clue what you just said, but let's get you to bed sweetheart."

Jeongin

° Jeongin was practicing some songs for the upcoming album, as you napped on the couch curled under his jacket.

° That's when he noticed you mumbling unfamiliar words, an accent with each one. You wriggle and rolled around on the couch, having a nightmare far too realistic for your liking. But you were also very hard to wake up.

° Your ex boyfriend was Russian so you learned the entire language fluently just for him, but your efforts were nothing important to him as he ignored your love and mentally tortured you for years on end.

° Jeongin knew about your ex and helped you build your confidence day by day, comforting you through each patch of depression you faced. And he wasn't going to let you suffer in your sleep either.

° Jeongin got out of his seat, sitting next to you as he tickled your sides and shook your body awake. Engulfing you in a hug as you gasped for air, reminding you that you are in the arms who loves you very much.

"Я тебя люблю. (I love you.)"

"I know baby, I know. And I love you too, more than anything."