#has it been years since i wrote any fic? yes. did i do this in an hour and not read it through again? also yes.

[emospritelet]

Homecoming - chapter 28/?

I am so, so sorry this has taken so long. Work has been crazy busy and my health has been terrible and I'm also doing a postgrad qualification, so time and spoons to write have been lacking in the extreme. It's been 84 years since I wrote anything, and aeons since I updated this fic, but I have about half of the next chapter done, so I'm hoping I can update again pretty soon.

For anyone that remembers this fic, it's an AU in the Long Game verse, set in Edwardian Britain. Last time, there was a post-coital engagement, in the hope of a quick wedding.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16976583/chapters/169038403

The house seemed wonderfully quiet after the bustle of Furton Grange, and Ogilvy listened to the clock’s heavy tick as he walked back and fort-63+h across the library floor. Belle had taken the children up to change out of their travel clothes and get ready for bed, Alice had gone to change for dinner, and Doc had muttered something about a nap and had gone to lie down.

Ogilvy had been unable to sit down since arriving at home, the pure joy he felt at having had Belle in his arms once more making him restless. He had gone through the letters that had arrived since they had left, run an eye over the accounts, and was trying to burn off his nervous energy by pacing. It wasn’t really working, so he decided to turn his attention to their wedding. It was going to take some organisation on the part of the household, however understated the ceremony itself would be, and there were staffing matters to consider now that Belle was going to be his wife. His wife! Passing the fireplace, he allowed himself a broad grin, then tugged at the bell-pull, completing two more lengths of the library before Mrs Wolfe entered. Ogilvy clapped his hands together, making her give him a level look over the top of her pince-nez spectacles.

“Ah!” he said. “I have some news, Mrs Wolfe, and I’ll need to discuss some changes to the household with you. I’m delighted to say that Miss Marchland has agreed to become my wife.”

If Mrs Wolfe was surprised by his marrying a woman whom, to her knowledge, he had only known for a matter of weeks, she gave no hint of it beyond a momentary widening of her eyes.

“May I offer my congratulations, sir,” she said.

Ogilvy waved a hand at her as he resumed his pacing.

“I know it’s sudden,” he said. “But we’re remarkably well suited.”

“Miss Marchland is a lovely young woman, sir,” said Mrs Wolfe. “And so good with the children.”

“Yes,” he said. “But we’ll need to look for another governess. And a lady’s maid. Can’t have Ivy looking after Belle as well as Alice, she’d be run off her feet.” He looked around as Mrs Wolfe hesitated. “Did you have someone in mind?”

“Perhaps, sir,” she said. “My niece’s girl. She’s in service down in Bristol, but is looking for another position. The family is moving to America.”

“Well, I’ll leave the arrangements to you, if you think she’d be suitable,” he said. “I’ll speak to Belle about the governess position.”

“Very good, sir,” she said. “May I ask when you expect the wedding to take place?”

“Ten days or so.”

There was a moment of silence in which he could almost hear her struggling to retain a neutral expression in the face of such unseemly haste.

“No point in waiting around,” he added. “We don’t want any fuss. And frankly, I’m not getting any younger.”

“Very good, sir.”

“If you could have a word with Mrs Potts about the wedding breakfast,” he said. “Nothing too fancy, there’ll only be the family there. Tell her to make it something simple that we can help ourselves to; I’ve a mind to give the staff the day off after the wedding.”

“That’s generous, sir, but won’t you want dinner later in the day?”

“She can leave us something cold and we can serve ourselves.”

“But you’ll want tea…”

“I daresay we can manage to boil a kettle if needed,” he said, and Mrs Wolfe smiled.

“Very good, sir.”

She turned to leave, just as Belle entered the room, and Mrs Wolfe bowed her head slightly, smiling as she left. Belle gazed after her curiously.

“I just told her of our plans,” said Ogilvy. “I suspect she’s trying to decide how much deference she needs to show you before we actually get married.”

Belle giggled, slipping inside the room and hurrying over to him.

“It must be a surprise to her,” she said, blushing a little. “It was a surprise to me, after all. We leave the house for a couple of weeks as employer and employee, and come back engaged!”

“Well, I’m not about to admit how ahead of ourselves we got at Lady Ella’s,” he said, with a grin. “That really would shock her.”

Belle bit her lip, her blush deepening, and he reached for her hands, pulling her closer.

“I said we’d give the servants the day off after the wedding,” he added. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I think it’s a lovely idea.”

He smiled, raising her knuckles to his lips to kiss them.

“We should get a new governess,” he said then. “I wasn’t sure if you had anyone in mind.”

Belle pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“Perhaps,” she said. “I have one or two old acquaintances I might contact. There’s no rush though, I’m more than happy to continue teaching the children.”

He kissed her knuckles again.

“I fear that we will need to be away from home on a regular basis,” he said gently. “It would be better for the twins to have some stability, particularly if Alice is going to join us, which I suspect she’ll insist on.”

“Oh.” She caught her lower lip with her teeth, then nodded. “In that case, I shall write tomorrow.”

“And I have Mrs Wolfe making enquiries for a new lady’s maid,” he added. “We should really see about getting you some new dresses, too.”

“Such haste to turn me into a creature of fashion,” she teased, her eyes sparkling. “My own clothes will do well enough for now.”

“Nonsense. We’ll ask Madame Etoile to make you up an entirely new wardrobe.”

Belle smiled, sliding her palms up his chest to twine around his neck as he pulled her close against him.

“It would be nice to wear fine clothes and bright colours again,” she admitted. “It’s probably the one thing I miss from my old life. That and my father’s old library. Although yours is admittedly far superior.”

“And I shall expect you to add to it,” he said.

She smiled, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in invitation, and he bent to kiss her, savouring the soft warmth of her mouth and the scent of her in his nose.

“Goodness, is this what I shall have to endure?” Alice’s voice made them pull apart, and she was watching them from the doorway with her arms folded and an amused smile on her face. “Such displays of affection are most unseemly, I’m told. You’ll give poor Mrs Wolfe the shock of her life if she walks in on you.”

“A good thing you’re here to interrupt us, then,” said Ogilvy dryly. “Is Hatter upstairs, do you know?”

“He was taking some hot water into your room as I was coming down,” she said, flopping into one of the chairs with a flutter of pale blue silk. “The twins are asleep already.”

“Good. In that case I’ll change for dinner.” He took Belle’s hands, raising them to his lips again, and flashed a smile at her before making for the door. Alice watched him go, grinning.

“My, he really is besotted, isn’t he?” she observed. “It’s so nice to see. I’m so happy the two of you are to marry.”

“So am I.” Belle crossed to sit beside her, smoothing the skirt of her dress over her knees. “He wants to hire a new governess. And another lady’s maid.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” mused Alice. “Ivy probably couldn’t do it all: she helps Mrs Wolfe out with other things. Though I’m not sure who he’ll get for governess; I think we’ve been through most of them by now and we were losing hope until you arrived.”

“I might have some ideas,” said Belle. “I shall need to write a few letters. I can continue to teach the twins their lessons until the new governess arrives, of course.”

“And we’ll be a proper family,” said Alice happily, grasping her hand and squeezing. “It will be perfect!”

-

The wedding was arranged in a matter of days, with Ogilvy obtaining a special licence to marry at the nearest register office. There was a seven-day waiting period, as he had thought, but this was time enough to make the arrangements they needed. Lady Ella sent a long letter admonishing him for shocking her new scullery maid with their antics at Furton Grange, and gushing over the two of them having, in her words, finally seen sense. When Ogilvy wrote back to tell her the wedding date she sent another indignant telegram, but by that time it was the day before the ceremony, and so she confined herself to complaining about how sudden it was, insisting upon a honeymoon visit, and promising a generous wedding gift.

The matter of the new governess was quickly resolved; Belle had corresponded with an old acquaintance from Girton College. Mary Blanchard was the eldest daughter of the vicar of Lower Malton, in Devon, and had been running Sunday school classes in the parish. Belle thought she would jump at the chance to teach a broader range of subjects, not to mention the prospect of being able to obtain independence from her family, and so it proved. Miss Blanchard had written back in haste to agree to a trial period of three months, but Belle was certain that Alice and the twins would love her.

“She’s a kind and gentle soul, but she’s firm when needed,” she said to Ogilvy, as he read over the letter. “She won’t put up with any nonsense, and she’s very knowledgeable.”

“Firm but kind sounds perfect,” he said. “I see here that she’s keen to start right away.”

“She can be here the day before the wedding,” sad Belle. “I think she’s excited at the prospect of getting away from her parents. Her father is – somewhat overbearing.”

“Well, she’s welcome to attend the ceremony,” he said. “No doubt keeping the twins still for the photographer will be an excellent test of character.”

Belle giggled.

“I’m sure they’ll adore her,” she said. “Nicholas loves animals and birds, and I recall that Mary has a lot of nature books with wonderful illustrations that the twins will love.”

“Hmm.” He looked amused. “Perhaps she’ll be able to teach them to write something other than curse words.”

Belle gave him a level look.

“I didn’t teach them curse words, they knew them already,” she said primly, and he grinned.

“She’ll find London very different to Devon,” he remarked. “But a trial sounds like an excellent notion. Three months, is it? If she can survive Alice and the twins for that long, I’ll even raise her salary.”

“I haven’t scared away a governess in months!” objected Alice indignantly.

Belle chuckled, and leaned in to kiss Ogilvy’s cheek.

“I’ll send a telegram,” she said. “And I thought I might go into town. I should have something new for the wedding outfit.”

Ogilvy smiled, and kissed her in return.

“Spend whatever you wish.”

“May I come?” asked Alice eagerly, and Belle smiled.

“I should like the company.”

-

Belle and Alice spent a pleasant few hours browsing through shops, purchasing ribbons, handkerchiefs and buttons at the haberdasher’s, new linen underclothes and nightgowns, and an ivory wool coat for Belle that needed only minor alterations to fit perfectly. After she had arranged for the altered garment to be sent to the house, they set out in search of a new hat for the wedding day. The perfect hat proved to be elusive, and Alice sighed as they entered another milliner’s, the smiling proprietor ushering them towards a display of elegant hats before turning back to another customer. Belle frowned as she scanned the hats, mentally discounting most of them. Alice was shifting from foot to foot as though she was uncomfortable, and Belle glanced across at her.

“I’m not sure there’s anything here I particularly care for,” she said, in a low tone. “Perhaps I should have bought that cream toque we saw earlier. I could add a veil and some feathers to it and it might be quite lovely.”

Alice sighed.

“We can go back to that other milliner’s,” she suggested, sounding as though it was the last thing she wanted to do. Belle smiled.

“I think perhaps we need some refreshment first,” she said. “Why don’t you go to the tea room across the street and get us a table? I’ll look through the last of these and join you.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” said Alice fervently. “I thought my feet were going to fall off! Just tea?”

“A bun of some sort would be nice.”

“I’ll see you shortly, then,” said Alice, and disappeared.

The other customer proclaimed loudly that she couldn’t possibly wear lilac, and the milliner began fluttering around in consternation. Belle walked deeper into the shop, and pursed her lips thoughtfully as she picked up a pale blue hat with a flat brim. The shop doorbell rang again, a faint tinkle she barely noticed. She put the hat on, eyeing her reflection, and almost immediately took it off with a shake of her head. That won’t do at all. I really ought to just buy the cream hat.

“Scholar.”

An unfamiliar voice made her start, and she turned on her toes, heart thumping. A woman was smiling at her, dark of hair and eye, with smooth, olive skin. She was wearing a green dress and coat, a black, flat-brimmed hat pinned to her hair at an angle and sporting feathered plumes. There was something very familiar about her.

“You are to be married,” she said, and Belle blushed.

“Yes, I—”

“I told your Spinner that I could return your memories to you,” the woman interrupted. “The lives you have lost. My wedding gift to you.”

“I – I’m sorry?” said Belle weakly, and the woman’s smile grew.

“The gift of memory,” she said. “I can give you your past. If you want it.”

Belle’s heart was thumping almost painfully, and she licked her lips, nerves making her skin tingle.

“You’re the Seer,” she whispered. “How did you—”

“—know you were here?” The woman raised an eyebrow, looking amused, and Belle blushed.

“Of course,” she muttered. “You – you saw it.”

“I was waiting for the right moment,” said the Seer. “For when you were – open to the suggestion.”

She slipped a heavy ring from her finger and held it up, the golden-hued stone gleaming like a cat’s eye. The tip of her index finger pressed against it, swirling in tiny circles, and Belle frowned at a sudden, oppressive feeling in the air. She could have sworn that there had been a brief flicker of light within the stone, as though it contained lightning. As though it heralded a storm to come. The Seer held it up to her between thumb and forefinger.

“You will have your own in the next life,” she said. “I see no reason not to lend you mine for a short time. Unlike the stones you three have, this needs no other to do what it must.”

“And what is that?” asked Belle warily.

“It will return your memories to you,” said the Seer. “But you must be sure, absolutely sure, that that is what you want. There is no undoing it, once it is done.”

Belle gazed at the ring, watching the light glint on the heavy gold band. The stone was a citrine, she thought, or perhaps yellow topaz, its surface round and smooth as a pebble, rather than faceted. Much as Ogilvy’s own moonstone was. There was something strange about it, a sense of great age. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to touch it.

“It will give me my memories,” she said slowly. “Of Tristan, of the Prof—of Doc. That sounds like a good thing.”

“All your memories,” the Seer went on. “Life and death, loss and grief. It is a burden you once agreed to bear, Scholar. A terrible burden.”

“But surely remembering what we had, the lives we shared…” She shook her head, confused. “Why wouldn’t I want that?”

“Knowledge of the past can be as painful as knowledge of the future.”

Belle looked up sharply. There was something in the Seer’s dark-eyed gaze. Pity? Sorrow? It was hard to tell.

“Tristan said there would be a price,” she said. “Is that what he meant? The price of knowledge is pain?”

The Seer sighed.

“It is more than that,” she said. “Darkness tore you apart. It has kept you apart for centuries, ripping the bond between you until only the thinnest of threads remained. You, finding the others: this is the first glimmer of light in the darkness. To break the curse, to defeat the darkness and find each other in the next life, that demands a heavy price. In this life and the next.”

Belle swallowed hard, looking down at the ring.

“What sort of price?” she asked, and the Seer’s mouth flattened.

“That is unclear to me,” she said, sounding irritated. “I sense loneliness and desperation, darkness and grief. The Lesser Gods are silent. Perhaps they know no more than I.”

Belle glanced over her shoulder, but the milliner was still trying to please her demanding customer and paid them no heed.

“Is it certain?” she asked, her voice low.

“There is always a price,” said the Seer. “And the choice is yours to make.”

She pulled the ring back as Belle reached for it.

“You must be sure,” she said quietly. “Know that you may only make this choice once, for good or ill. Be sure that you want it, and remember the price.”

“If there is a price, I shall pay it,” said Belle, and the Seer smiled sadly.

“You may not have that option.”

Belle swallowed. Goodness. What if it isn’t my price to pay? What if it’s Tristan’s, or Doc’s, or Alice’s? What choice do I make then?

“I understand,” she said. “I shall wait until I’m certain of my choice.”

The Seer nodded, and held out the ring. It dropped into Belle’s palm, an unexpected, somewhat ominous weight to it. Belle turned it over in her fingers curiously, watching light gleam gold in the depths of the stone.

“What do I do with it?” she whispered.

“You must press the stone to your third eye,” said the Seer softly. “The midst of your brow. Let yourself open to it, and will yourself to wake.”

Belle swallowed, her heart thumping.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” The Seer caught her chin with a finger, raising her gaze. “Be sure you are with the others. Do not try to wake yourself alone.”

“I understand.” I don’t understand at all. Am I dreaming? This seems like an elaborate, fantastical game I never agreed to play.

The Seer’s palm cupped her cheek, and she smiled.

“May you have many happy years with your Spinner,” she said softly. “Whether you choose to remember your other lives or not. Be assured we shall meet again in the next.”

She turned swiftly on her heel with a whirl of green skirts, and Belle watched her slip from the shop and disappear into the passing crowds. She glanced down at the ring in her palm, and hastily tucked it out of sight.

She was unable to concentrate on shopping after the encounter. Tea and a piece of walnut cake helped to revive Alice, but Belle remained deep in thought, the ring tucked safely inside the neck of her dress, and feeling heavier than it should. When Alice suggested that they return home, she agreed immediately. A new hat could wait.

-

“Ah, you’re back.” Ogilvy strode across the library to kiss her cheek. “I hope you got everything you needed. Would you like some tea?”

“I – no, no thank you.” Belle bit her lip. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Of course.” He steered her towards the chairs. “Doc is still lying down. One of his visions, I think. Is Alice well? She disappeared upstairs with barely a word.”

“Sore feet, that’s all.” Belle sat down with a sigh, the ring heavy in the neck of her dress. “I – I met someone today.”

“Oh?”

Belle hesitated, raising her eyes to his as he sat opposite.

“The Seer,” she said, and his eyes widened as he leaned forward, elbows on knees.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, and she nodded.

“Dark hair, dark eyes, very pretty,” she said. “She called you Spinner, and – and me Scholar. Does that mean anything to you?”

Ogilvy nodded. “The names she gave us when we were first bound together,” he said. “What else did she say?”

Belle reached inside the neck of her dress and hooked out the ring, holding it out to him in the palm of her hand.

“She gave me this,” she said. “She said – she said it would return my memories.”

Ogilvy sat forward, his heart thumping hard in his chest. He reached for the ring with shaking fingers, turning it over in his hands and watching golden light gleam in the polished stone.

“Her stone,” he whispered. “She had a stone like ours. Or – or maybe more than that. Maybe this stone can work for anyone.”

“She told me that, if I choose to use it, I need to press it to my brow and will myself to wake,” said Belle. “But she said I had to be sure, absolutely sure, that I wanted the memories. She said that there would be a price.”

He looked up with a frown.

“What price?”

“That’s the problem, I don’t know.”

“I do.” Doc’s voice came from the library door. He looked weary, his shoulders sagging a little, and Ogilvy stood, gesturing him towards one of the chairs.

“A vision?” he asked, and Doc nodded, sitting down heavily and glancing from him to Belle and back again.

“We won’t remember,” he said heavily. “We won’t remember this life. When we meet in the next, it will be as though this life never existed. Everything we do here, everything we build together - we’ll remember none of it.”

Ogilvy shook his head, as though by that action he could undo the premonition.

“But - but when we’re woken in the next life, when the stones are used—”

“Never,” Doc said shortly. “It’s not often I get such a clear vision of what is to come. I’m afraid it’s true. Of all our many lives, there will be one we never remember. This one.”

He gestured between them all, and Ogilvy felt as though his heart had turned to stone, sinking heavily into the pit of his stomach. He swallowed around a sudden lump in his throat.

“Alice,” he said numbly. “The twins. Any children we might have together—”

“None of it.”

Ogilvy swallowed hard, his hand curling around the ring in a fist.

“She said something about overcoming darkness, and it having a heavy price," said Belle. "In this life and the next. She talked about loneliness and grief. Isolation."

“If we enter the next life unable to remember this one—” said Doc.

“—we won’t remember Belle being back in our lives,” finished Ogilvy. “It’ll be like she never found us, like we never—” He cut off, covering his face with his hands and hissing a long breath out through his fingers. “Gods, Doc, I don’t think I can go through this again!”

“You can and you must,” said Doc firmly. “Just as you have in all our other lives. I shall be there to help you through it, and we shall help each other, as always. And now that we’re together, things may be easier in the next life. I may see where Belle is, as I used to.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Ogilvy let his hands drop to his lap, looking heartened. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps Belle finding us this time… perhaps that was enough to strengthen the bond.”

“Perhaps.” Doc’s voice carried a warning. “But our memories of this life are not the only things that will be affected. There was something else, something beyond… I couldn’t see it, but I know it’s there. Perhaps it will come to me in another vision.”

“A heavy price,” said Ogilvy quietly. “That’s what she said. What could be worse than having no memory of a life spent together?”

Doc reached out to grasp his shoulder and squeeze it.

“What if I don’t use the stone?” asked Belle suddenly. “What if we live out our lives without that? Would we remember this life then?”

“Yes,” said Doc. “And therefore the choice will be yours, my dear. The memories are yours, and you have the right to them.”

“And this other price?” asked Ogilvy. “This ‘something beyond’? What about that?”

“There’s no price without using the stone,” said Doc. “However much she spoke in riddles, the Seer always spoke the truth.”

Ogilvy sighed, and straightened up, glancing at Belle.

“The choice is Belle’s,” he said. “The memories are hers, and so should the decision be.”

Belle walked a few paces, thinking hard. She was desperately curious to know more of their past lives, but if it meant losing all memory of this one… She shook her head.

“I will not use the stone,” she said. “Not unless I have no other choice. Perhaps we will find a way around it. Perhaps there will be an alternative price. Either way, I believe we should wait.”

Ogilvy nodded, pushing to his feet and holding out the ring for her to take.

“Keep it with you,” he said wearily. “Doc may have another vision.”

He ran his hands over his face, exhaling deeply, and she tucked the ring back into her dress, stepping closer and putting her hands on his waist. He peeked through his fingers at her, then let his arms drop with a sad smile.

“We’re together,” he said. “That’s what counts.”

“And you still have all your memories of our lives,” she said, sliding her hands up his chest and smiling up at him. “You’ll have to tell me all about them.”

His smile widened, and he kissed her gently before pressing his forehead to hers.

“I can do that.”

[chamisulgrape]

watch me, watch me party on you 𖤐 [p.sh] pt.1

You and Sunghoon, the faces of two rival fashion brands, can’t stay apart after one night shared in the midst of New York Fashion Week.

☆ part one of party 4 u | part two [soon]

☆ pairing → sunghoon x afab reader

☆ word count → 6.8k

☆ tags → fashion industry setting, model au, nyfw, rivalry, lots of yearning and lust!, models falling in love during nyfw, confessions

☆ smut tags → porn with plot, barebacking (unprotected sex), blowjobs and foreplay, lots of spit/biting, squirting, use of petnames aka baby/darling, they're nasty and in love, minor dirty talk/degradation

☆ warnings → implied minor and subtle side relationship between sunoo and riki, who are the fashion designers in this au, please do not read if that upsets you in any way. you are not forced to read this in any way! hate comments and anything of the sort will be deleted and you will be blocked. not proofread

☆ a/n → hihi! this is a rewrite/revamp of another fic i have written previously on ao3, so if this seems familiar yes it is me! this is also my first time writing on tumblr since 2017-2018 when i wrote for bts, still learning my way around so pls be nice to me :3

minors pls dni.

♪ hope you walk in the party, cause i threw this party just for you.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

"Are you nervous?"

You raise your gaze from the tape on the floor with your name on it, to meet Sunoo's calculating eyes. You swallow, and shake your head. "No."

You've trained your whole life for this opportunity. This is the moment they've been working towards for years. Now that it's in their hands, you're not going to ruin it. You're confident in your abilities, definitely, but what you're most confident in is making Sunoo and Riki proud.

"Good," Sunoo says, curt. He nods his head, looking over your suit—a careful and beautiful handcrafted piece, a piece in their latest and most criticized collection that is meant to exceed the norms of gender and all that alike—before calling Riki over. "You're our star. So go out there and make us proud."

Riki rushes over in seconds to peer over Sunoo's shoulder. "Everything good?"

Sunoo nods, brushing your suit off before disappearing to look after the other models.

Riki gives you a once-over just as Sunoo did, before running off and returning with a palette and a small makeup brush. You let him apply a sticky substance over your matte lips, and part them carefully when you're told not to smack. Riki uses his thumb to dab the corner of your lips and smiles. "You're perfect."

"Of course," you huff. "It's your guys' production. I wouldn't expect anything less."

Riki laughs and shakes his head. "That's what we like to hear. Don't tell Sunoo that, though. We don't want his ego skyrocketing any higher than it already has."

A staff member rushes up to them and gives the two of you a thumbs up. "Up in two."

Riki lets out a nervous breath. "You got this. Remember, loose—"

"—but not too loose." You finish. Riki reaches out to squeeze your hand once.

"Don't forget the pockets. And unclench." Riki frets over you some more before running off to find Sunoo.

The nerves don't hit you until there's less than a minute left. You're nervous, as anyone would be, but you're more excited. You want to be out there, showing that this is their brand. This is their debut. This is it.

It's Fashion week, it's New York, and you're going to make XO proud.

You stand tall and straighten your posture when you hear the music play, remembering what Riki said about unclenching and you relax your jaw.

"Go."

You do what you know best: you walk.

It's exhilarating; you live for it.

All eyes are on you—assessing and scanning over your outfit—like they're looking right through you. You can hear the questions already: What is XO? What do they stand for? What do you represent? You answer in the only way you know how.

You prove it by walking.

Like Sunoo said, you're their star. You're the face of XO and the person they specifically chose and nurtured and worked alongside for years, from the bottom of their brand up. You represent XO, and more importantly, you represent Sunoo and RIki.

There were no other candidates or options. From the very beginnings of XO, made in Sunoo and Riki's small studio, you've been there with them. They’ve come so far, to be holding a show amongst famous and respectable brands, and you are more than appreciative to be here with them. There’s nowhere you’d rather be than with the two people you cherish the most, doing what you love the most.

Towards the end of your walk, you spot him.

Sunghoon Park, face of PARADOXXX, sitting in the very front row.

You're not surprised that Sunghoon is here, no, you're more surprised that Sunghoon is looking right at you. Sunghoon isn't trying to look through you, nor is he holding his phone out to record like others are doing. Instead, Sunghoon's gaze is focused solely on you, and you feel as if Sunghoon is capturing the moment with his eyes instead.

Your heart almost stops when you meet Sunghoon's eyes. You look forward, trying not to let your gaze stray, but you can't help the way you keep taking subtle glances back towards Sunghoon. Your eyes are attracted to him, and you can't bring yourself to look away for too long. When your eyes meet for the third time, Sunghoon raises a brow, tilting his head slightly. You can feel your ears get hot, and you curse yourself for being distracted by him, but you can't help it.

Although there are over a hundred eyes on you, you can't feel as though Sunghoon is the only one really looking.

The last time your eyes meet as you near the end of your walk, Sunghoon winks. You make it your mission not to collapse until you get backstage.

"You're perfect! Perfect." Riki pulls you into a hug as soon as you make the turn backstage and then takes your hand to lead you further back and into a makeup chair. Sunoo comes shortly after, resting his hands on your shoulders and squeezing them lightly.

"Amazing, as always." Sunoo says, proud, before turning to Riki. "Retouch his lips."

Riki nods and Sunoo leaves with a kiss on Riki's cheek.

Later, as you watch through the TV to monitor the rest of the show, you notice that Sunghoon doesn't look at the other models the same way he looked at you. Sunghoon doesn't trap them with the same gaze he did you, nor does he look at any of the following models with the same eyes he looked at you with.

You can't get Sunghoon's eyes out of your mind, or the way he looked at you with want. Not a want of lust or greed or sin, but curiosity. A need to know.

Sunoo and Riki host XO's after party at DUMBO house that same night.

You're dressed in another XO outfit, one that Sunoo and Riki designed specifically for this event. They ditch the suit for a loose open blouse and a flowy pair of dress pants, and Riki chooses to do your makeup himself.

They take loads of pictures and videos for XO's social media accounts, and another ton of photos at the DUMBO House photo station before going off to meet the crowd of celebrities and contributors of the show.

"Have fun," Sunoo says, and proceeds to push a glass of champagne into your hands. "You deserve it."

You laugh, before your face falls. "Why does this sound like you're about to run off again?"

Sunoo shares a look with Riki before taking ahold of his hand. "Because we are. Have fun! Mingle!"

Your sounds of protest get lost on your tongue as Sunoo drags Riki away. You sigh, cradling your glass of champagne against your chest before going off on your own as well. You're stopped by various people asking for pictures or to congratulate you on the show today. You spend a few minutes talking to other models of the show and even Jang Wonyoung of IVE, before making your way towards the terrace.

The view from the terrace is breathtaking. You can see the river and the skyline from here, and you opt for setting down your glass to pull out your phone and snap a view pictures of the bridge and night sky. You're going through the photos you took when you're interrupted by someone sidling up next to you.

"Nice view."

You turn to see Sunghoon, in the flesh.

You startle, taken aback by their close proximity. Sunghoon tilts his head again, tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip, and you can't seem to look elsewhere. Unlike earlier during the show, you don't have to force yourself to look away now.

"Yeah, nice." You say, clearing your throat when your voice comes out hoarse.

Sunghoon takes a moment to sip from his own glass of dark liquor before speaking again. "You guys did great today. As always."

Your cheeks warm, and you look away from Sunghoon to down the rest of your champagne.

"Are you coming to our show tomorrow?" Sunghoon asks, and you turn to meet his gaze again. Sunghoon's hand has somehow gravitated towards you, now resting on your lower back.

"And if I don't?" You reply, fingers tightening around your empty glass when Sunghoon's fingers trace the open back of your blouse.

You know you'll be there, there's no way Sunoo and RIki are letting you miss out on a PARADOXXX show. But that's the thing about the game that you two are playing: you're the face of XO and Sunghoon is the face of PARADOXXX, two rival brands.

At the end of the day, the public knows that behind the rivalry and competition they like to fuel, Sunoo, Riki, Heeseung, Jake, and Jay are as close as best friends can be. They've been friends since grade school, and shared the same dream and ideas of opening their own brand with each other. The competition is fun for them, and they use each other as a way to keep their motivation and creative juices running.

(Also because they're all competitive bastards. You think that somehow they get off on winning.)

Still, you want to indulge the game you and Sunghoon seem to be playing by yourselves.

"I'd be disappointed," Sunghoon smiles softly, his hand falling from your back to rest on your waist. "I'd have loved for you to be there."

Your lips part at the sight of Sunghoon's smile. You knew that Sunghoon was pretty, handsome, and everything alike. Hell, you've known since high school, but Sunghoon has only gotten more attractive since, and you crave to know just how beautiful he is on the inside as well.

"Don't be too disappointed, Sunoo and Riki have already planned my outfit for tomorrow. You'll see me there." You grin, and you have to look away once Sunghoon smirks back. Damn you, for always being weak for pretty boys.

"Good," Sunghoon whispers.

"Good." You echo in reply.

They take a moment to bask in the scenery and view and each other, before Sunghoon breaks the silence again.

"Are we done with the small talk?"

Sunghoon squeezes your hand, and you wonder how you missed the fact that Sunghoon started holding your hand in the first place.

"What do you mean?" You tilt your head, feigning nonchalance. "We've only spoken a few words."

"I think a few words is enough, don't you think?"

"What do you really think?" You shoot back, and you know you're dangerously toeing the line between what you should be allowed to do, but it's exhilarating; the same way you feel when you're on the runway, you feel the longer you're in Sunghoon's presence.

"I think, Sunghoon starts, before using his grip on your hand to tug you closer until your chests are almost touching. He looks down at you, "That you should get to know me better."

"And you? Don't you want to know me better as well?" You ask, your glass of champange long forgotten as you hook a finger in one of Sunghoon's belt loops.

"I do, but I rather it be in the privacy of my hotel room." Sunghoon still has that wide, sharp grin on his face, and you find that you want to kiss it off of him, feeling the sharp edges of his fangs against your tongue.

Instead, you snort. "Wouldn't that be a headline? I can see it now. Us, faces of rival brands XO and PARADOXXX, seen eloping and spending a night together."

The smile you receive in return is blinding; melting and dripping warmth and love, and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest and into Sunghoon's hands. "Shouldn't we give them something new to write about?"

"Why should we?" You inch closer. You can almost feel Sunghoon's breath on your lips.

"I want you, and you want me. It's that simple." Sunghoon leans in, the tip of his nose barely grazing your own.

You reel back an inch, reveling in the way Sunghoon chases after you with a soft sigh. "Who said I want you?"

Sunghoon snorts this time, shaking his head lightly. "You've never been that subtle."

"And what about the others? I don't think they'll appreciate us leaving early, nonetheless being seen entering a hotel together."

"I don't think they'll mind that much, darling."

It's all you need to close the distance between you two, stealing the last syllable of Sunghoon's reply right off his lips in a chaste kiss.

The drive to Sunghoon's hotel is silent, and it takes everything in you to not jump Sunghoon right there in the back of the car.

You bite your tongue to hold back the small whimpers that threaten to come out as Sunghoon keeps his hand steady on your thigh, massaging the flesh there every so often and teasing over your crotch. Your eyes almost well up in frustration, and you have to dig your fingernails into your palm to keep you sane.

It feels like hours before you arrive at Sunghoon's hotel, coincidentally being your hotel as well.

"We don't have to take this to your room, mine is here too." You say once you're both in the elevator.

Sunghoon gives him a look of amusement. "Would you rather I do the walk of shame tomorrow morning? I have no shame in doing so."

You scoff, cheeks heating. "Shut up, you have. show tomorrow, it's fine. We'll do this in your room."

"You sound as if this is a job." Sunghoon crosses the elevator to take your hands into his, tugging him flush against his chest. "Am I not entertaining you?"

“You—” you huff. “You’re plenty entertaining. Entertaining and insufferable.”

Sunghoon hums, before surging forward to press his lips to yours. He bites down on your bottom lip softly before pulling away, laughing softly at the whimper you let out. “You don’t sound like you hate it.”

“I don’t.” You push Sunghoon off of you when the elevator dings, announcing their arrival to Sunghoon’s floor.

Sunghoon trails after you, catching up to you to wrap an arm loosely around your waist and steering them down the floor and in the direction of his room. When you arrive to his room, he pulls out his keycard to unlock the door. “Last chance to back out. Take one step in here and I’m not letting you go.”

You snort, pushing past him to enter the room yourself. “You’re so insufferable. Hurry up and give me what I came here for.”

“You’re so mean, darling. Here I am trying to sweep you off your feet, and you’re telling me you only want me for sex?” You hears Sunghoon whine as the door closes behind them. “Truly so mean.”

“Sunghoon. Come here and kiss me before I walk right back out that door.” You say, already having made yourself comfortable on the edge of Sunghoon’s bed.

Sunghoon throws his head back with a laugh, before shrugging off his blazer and throwing it elsewhere. He makes his way towards you stopping once he’s kneeling in between your legs, hands running up your thighs before stopping at your waist. “Didn’t know you were this impatient.”

“And I didn’t know you were this annoying.” You huff, frustrated, before grabbing onto Sunghoon’s blouse and crashing your lips together.

It’s more tongue and teeth than lips, but Sunghoon takes it in stride, matching your pace. Sunghoon’s hands stay on your hips, and you whine into the kiss in frustration.

“Sunghoon, when are you going to touch me?” You whine, leaning in to kiss Sunghoon again while reaching down to grab onto one of Sunghoon’s hands. You pout when Sunghoon pulls back, hands leaving you completely.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Sunghoon says softly, before leaning in to nose at your neck. He licks along your collarbone, leaving small kisses as he trails down further.

“Everywhere.” You deadpan, and the laugh Sunghoon lets out in response tickles your skin.

“I’m trying to romance you,” Sunghoon leaves another kiss in the middle of your chest, and for once you're thankful that the blouse Sunoo and Riki put you in is wide open. “Yet you’re complaining.”

“You can romance me another day, Sunghoon. If you don’t get your dick inside me now, I’m going to wither away. Fast.” You sigh when Sunghoon untucks your blouse, and finally presses his palm against your skin. “I’m aging, Sunghoon.”

You can feel Sunghoon smiling against your skin, which frustrates you further. Sunghoon is so slow. You are this close to losing it, when Sunghoon finally stands. “You’ll let me sweep you off your feet another day?”

You groan and roll your eyes. “Yes! I’ll let you romance me whenever you’d like! Whatever it takes to get you to—” You pull at Sunghoon’s belt loop, tugging him closer so you can fumble with Sunghoon’s zipper. “—fucking take off your pants already.”

You hear Sunghoon laugh above you, then feel Sunghoon's hand come to rest on your head, before he runs his fingers down the side of your face. Sunghoon’s touch leaves your skin burning, and you forgets all about wanting to take his pants off when Sunghoon tilts your head up by the chin to run his thumb along your bottom lip.

Sunghoon presses down on your lip softly, the touch so soft, so intimate that your breath gets caught in your throat. Sunghoon is looking down at you with eyes so soft and filled with so much care and affection that your mind fills with static.

“You’re so pretty,” Sunghoon sighs. “So pretty.”

You flush, letting out a flustered scoff. You wrap your lips around Sunghoon's thumb and suck lightly. “Can I suck you off?” You mumble around Sunghoon’s finger, and the way Sunghoon brings his thumb down to press against your tongue almost has you gagging.

“Five seconds ago you were just telling me that if I didn’t get my dick inside of you you’d die. And now you’re asking to suck me off?” Sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head fondly.

“I changed my mind.” You pull your head back, making sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around Sunghoon’s thumb, and pull off with a pop.

Sunghoon hums, wiping the spit you've left coating his finger on your cheek, and you scowl. You get a laugh in return, and immediately sit up straighter in anticipation when Sunghoon starts to unzip his slacks. Your mouth waters, saliva pooling under your tongue when Sunghoon finally pushes his pants down to his thighs. Your fingers tremble with the urge to reach out and grab onto any part of Sunghoon you can touch—his thighs, stomach, back, ass—but you restrain yourself by fisting your hands into the sheets.

Sunghoon clicks his tongue. “Baby,” Oh. You shiver, body tingling from your toes to the very top of your head at the pet name. Sunghoon reaches out to hold onto your wrists, bringing them to his thighs and exhaling through his nose when you run your hands up his skin. “Nobody said you couldn’t touch.”

You shudder in anticipation and excitement as you finally grope at Sunghoon’s legs freely, feeling the static in your mind spread to your fingertips as you run your hands anywhere you can get your hands on. Sunghoon is standing silently as he lets you touch his skin as you please, and it makes you whimper.

You swallow the saliva that keeps flooding your mouth at the thought of how good and nice Sunghoon is and how you want nothing more than to be good for him, too.

You hook your fingers under the waistband of Sunghoon’s boxers, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you pull lightly. “Please?”

You see Sunghoon swallow and tongue at his cheek, and your toes curl at the sight of Sunghoon twitching in his boxers. God, you want him so bad your body aches, craving Sunghoon’s touch everywhere; your body against his and Sunghoon’s pretty lips and tongue and—You just want so badly to be his, to belong to Sunghoon.

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to ask.” Sunghoon says softly, hand coming up, up, until his fingers are running through your hair. You can’t help the way you squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of your arousal, because nobody’s ever touched you like this before; nobody has ever touched you with so much affection and care and fondness like Sunghoon’s been doing.

You stand up and remove your fingers from where they were teasing Sunghoon’s skin to curl them around the sides of his neck instead, pulling him in for a soft kiss that says too many things at once. Sunghoon’s hands slide around your waist, fingers digging into your blouse lightly. You spin the both of you around, flipping your positions until Sunghoon is the one seated on the bed instead.

Sunghoon sucks in a breath when you disconnect your lips to drop to your knees between his thighs. You leave kisses on his thighs, biting and sucking to leave small marks you knows will be covered by Sunghoon’s outfit tomorrow. Sunghoon’s hand rests in your hair, and you preen when Sunghoon’s fingers tighten when you bite down too hard.

Impatient.

Sunghoon’s voice echoes in your mind, but you're already painfully wet and throbbing under your panties and you think if you wait any longer you’ll go absolutely insane. You waste no time pulling Sunghoon's boxers down, the sight of the gray fabric damp with a wet spot from Sunghoon’s precome shoves the last bit of sanity and patience you have out the window.

Sunghoon hisses as the cold air hits his cock and his voice breaks off into a low groan when you wrap your soft hand around the base, one hand digging crescents into Sunghoon’s thigh and the other holding his cock steady so you can lean down and lick a stripe up the underside. You moan when you get to the mushroom-top head, eyes rolling back at the musky scent of Sunghoon’s precome and sweat finally on your tongue.

You suck lightly, tongue digging into the slit, already addicted to Sunghoon’s scent and smell and taste. Your lips are slick from the drool from your mouth dribbling out the corners of your lips and down Sunghoon’s cock, and you hear Sunghoon let out a shaky breath above you. You take a glance up and are frozen in place at the sight of Sunghoon with his head thrown back and his pretty throat on display. You make a mental note to remember to taste him there later too.

Sunghoon’s head falls forward when you take him deeper into your mouth, and you're obsessed with the way Sunghoon looks when he’s getting his dick sucked—when you're the one doing it. How his brows furrow, how his lips turn pink and raw from being bitten down on, how he sounds moaning your name when you swallow around his cock.

Sunghoon releases his bottom lip, tongue peeking out to run over it as a way to soothe it. You preen again when Sunghoon finally has his eyes and gaze on you, and it makes you think back to the show earlier today, when all of Sunghoon’s focus was on you. God, the thought makes your blood run hot, and you makes it your mission to prove to Sunghoon just how much you like when Sunghoon looks at you—how much you love when Sunghoon makes you feel like you're the only person there.

“So pretty—god, you’re so perfect for me.” Sunghoon tightens his fingers in your hair and uses the grip to pull you further down onto his cock, until your nose is buried into Sunghoon’s finely trimmed hair. You try to express how much you love this—Sunghoon using you and pulling your hair and praising you—but it only comes out as a weak moan that has Sunghoon's hips bucking forward. Sunghoon curses when you gag around him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You whine and rub your thighs together to relieve some of the ache in your core, fingers tightening where they’re already digging into Sunghoon’s thigh. You pull your head up to swirl your tongue around the tip again before going down, making sure to squeeze Sunghoon's balls ever so lightly and softly as you do, and the throaty moan you get in return has you pulling off to shove your face against Sunghoon’s hip in need.

“Sunghoon—Sunghoon, please. Fuck me now, I can’t take it anymore—please.” You whimper against Sunghoon’s shirt, dampening it with your saliva. “Sunghoon, I want you. I need you so bad.”

You feel Sunghoon shake, tremble, before you're pulled up by the hair and into a rough kiss. Sunghoon tugs you forward so hard that your teeth clash against each other as Sunghoon falls back onto the bed, bringing your body with him.

You moan, needy, as you crawl over Sunghoon’s body to situate yourself on Sunghoon’s thighs. You reach between them to stroke Sunghoon’s cock and swallow down the groan he lets out at the feeling. You suck at Sunghoon’s tongue when it enters your mouth to lick along your teeth and trace your lips. You grind against Sunghoon's palm when he rips your hand away from his cock and presses his palm against your core, instead.

“Off. Take it off,” you pant against Sunghoon's lips and tug at his blouse. You pull back to trail wet kisses down Sunghoon’s neck as he pulls the fabric up, only pulling away to help Sunghoon lift the shirt over his head and diving right back in to lick along his collarbones.

You runs your hands greedily all over Sunghoon’s chest and shoulders, moaning at the feel of his skin. Sunghoon's body is hot and damp with sweat and you can’t resist sucking and tasting every part of him that you can get your mouth on.

“Baby—I have a show tomorrow.” Sunghoon breathes out, sounding just as hot and bothered as you feel. “No marks.”

You whine in response. “But you taste so good.”

“Yeah? Won’t look so good walking tomorrow like this.” Sunghoon laughs, softly, before bringing you back up to pull you in for another kiss. “You’re so cute. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me walking down the runway with your marks on display for everyone to see. Everyone knowing that you did this to me?”

“Want it so bad—want you so bad.” You say in between kisses. You nod, letting out soft exhales into Sunghoon’s mouth as Sunghoon pushes his palm harder against your core, letting you rut your clit against his hand. “Sunghoon, fuck me already.”

“You’re so—”

“—impatient, I know. Hurry, I said please.” You interrupt, and Sunghoon laughs again, the sound ringing in your ears like a symphony. You don't think you’ll ever get enough of Sunghoon. “Sunghoon, now.”

“Are you always this impatient with other people? Or am I just special?” Sunghoon teases, moving to remove your blouse and throw it somewhere across the room. You ignore the fact that Sunoo and Riki would skin you alive if they knew their precious shirt was on the floor of a five-star hotel room while you fraternize with the face of their rival.

You shiver when your chest is completely bare, nipples hardening at the feeling of cold air against your skin. Sunghoon leans down to take one into his mouth, tugging lightly with his teeth. “No—ah—I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.”

Sunghoon laps at your nipple, and you keen during a hard suck. He's running his hands all over your back, and you can’t stress enough how addicted you are to having Sunghoon’s hands on you. Sunghoon pulls off with a loud pop, instead moving to leave marks in the middle of your chest. You can feel the way you're dripping into your panties, soaking through the fabric, hips grinding down against Sunghoon's palm.

“That’s cute. You’re so cute. Just for me.”

Just when you're about to get more impatient, Sunghoon reaches down into his pants to pull out a condom. You scoff. “Were you planning this?”

Sunghoon pats your thigh with a hand, and you gets the hint to hop off of his thighs and onto the bed. You crawl further, until the back of your head hits the soft pillows. Sunghoon removes his pants fully, leaving him completely naked, and your cheeks warm at how shameless he is.

“Maybe.” Sunghoon is kneeling in front of your legs, working on getting your pants off. “Asked Jake for it before the after party.”

“Oh.” You frown down at him. “How often do you do this that he just gave it to you?”

Sunghoon smiles, all teeth, before leaning down to press a kiss on your bare knee. “Don’t be jealous, darling. I told him who it was for.”

“And how do I know that you said me? For all I know, you could’ve had it ready for anyone else.” You pout when Sunghoon laughs against your knee. “It’s not funny.”

“Baby, I don’t want anyone but you. I’ve wanted you for years.”

And oh, “Oh.” Your breath hitches at the confession.

Sunghoon hums, the vibrations tickling your inner thigh. He kisses his way up to your stomach, sucking a mark right above the waistband of your panties. Your mind is swirling, thoughts of how long you've wanted Sunghoon, and now how long he's wanted you. They could’ve been doing this much sooner.

“Hey,” Sunghoon’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “We’ll talk about this later, yeah?” You nod, licking your lips. “Eyes on me.”

You haven’t taken your eyes off of him for as long as you can remember, but you nod. God, you think you might love Sunghoon. You don’t think about it for too long, not after Sunghoon pulls off your panties in one go, adding them to the pile of collecting designer clothes on the floor.

Sunghoon exhales, running his hands up your thighs. “You’re so pretty. Fuck.”

You whine, shy. “Don’t stare.”

“Why not? You’re mine, aren’t you?” Sunghoon says, raising a brow when you release more wetness onto the sheets.

“Yeah—I’m yours,” your voice comes out shaky. “Always have been.”

“I know, baby.” Sunghoon leans down to kiss your stomach, before coming up to kiss your lips too. “I know.”

You whimper against Sunghoon's lips, choking on a moan when Sunghoon ghosts the pads of his fingers down your slit. You can feel how wet you are, the wetness making the slide easier as Sunghoon slides two fingers against your clit, moving them slowly in between open mouthed kisses.

You're barely kissing at this point, more panting into Sunghoon's mouth and Sunghoon licking along your lips, but you can’t seem to be bothered when Sunghoon is touching you like this—fingers gently massaging you, rubbing slow circles against your clit—like you're his.

“Good, fuck, Hoon—you’re so good.” You throw your head back, and Sunghoon dives in to nibble at your neck and suck lightly at your jaw. “Can you touch me now? Please?”

“I am touching you.” Sunghoon emphasizes with a pinch to your clit. “More?”

“Hoon, no, here,” you reach down between you two to wrap your fingers around Sunghoon’s wrist—whimpering when Sunghoon’s hand leaves your clit—to push him lower, lower until Sunghoon’s fingers are ghosting over your hole.

Sunghoon inhales sharply, applying the lightest bit of pressure where you need him the most. “God.”

Seconds pass before Sunghoon reels back to rip open the packet of the condom with his teeth, spitting somewhere off the side of the bed. Sunghoon calls for you, “Baby, c’mere.”

You reach for him, arms coming around Sunghoon’s neck and pulling your bodies flush against each other. Sunghoon hoists one of your legs around his waist, firm grip under your thigh.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Sunghoon leans in and noses at your jaw before running a finger down your slit.

You hold Sunghoon tighter when he finally pushes the tip of his finger in, hole clenching around the digit. You moan, voice cracking when Sunghoon slides his finger in deeper, crooking it before adding another.

“Hoon—Sunghoon, add another. I can take it, please.”

Sunghoon kisses your earlobe before pressing his lips against your temple. “I know you can—god, you’re so tight.”

You clench around Sunghoon’s two fingers weakly, pressing your hips down against his hand in an attempt to get him deeper, to feel fuller. You throw your head back when Sunghoon adds a third finger alongside the two, moaning when Sunghoon scissors his fingers.

“I’m ready, Hoon. Please, please, need you now.” You rock back against Sunghoon’s fingers, whining when you feels Sunghoon’s cock twitch against your thigh.

“I barely even stretched you out, baby.”

“Sunghoon, I can’t wait anymore—please,” you beg. “Hurry, baby, Hoon.”

You hear Sunghoon let out a low groan against your temple, and you let out a soft laugh. “Baby? Is that what did it for you?”

“Could say the same to you.” Sunghoon removes his fingers from your hole, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. “It’s just you, I like whatever you call me.”

“Stop being so cheesy—fuck me already.” You can feel your ears getting hot again, and hopes that Sunghoon doesn’t see right through him.

“Hold on, I need to get the condom—”

“No! I’m clean. Wanna feel you inside me, please."

Sunghoon groans against your neck. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“C’mon, Hoon, hurry.”

Sunghoon inhales again, leaving one last kiss against your neck before he pulls back, your arms falling onto the bed. Your stomach churns with anticipation and arousal, and you can already feel the pool of wetness you've left under the both of you. Sunghoon isn’t doing any better, and you can feel the sticky spot of precome he’s left on your thigh as well.

You reach down to run two of your fingers through the mess on your thigh before bringing it to your mouth, sucking around your fingers and moaning at the taste. Sunghoon’s lips part, and then he’s surging forward to taste his own precome off your lips.

“You’re so hot, god, I’m so lucky.”

You whine, wrapping both of your legs around Sunghoon’s hips to cage him in. You moan in unison when Sunghoon’s cock brushes against your clit, and your mouth waters at how thick and warm and heavy Sunghoon feels against him.

You reach between them to wrap your hand around Sunghoon’s cock, guiding the head to your slit to rub it against yourself a few times before pushing the tip into your hole, barely, still teasing.

“Fuck.” Sunghoon moans, and you can’t resist pushing the head completely inside.

You keen, throwing your head back against the headboard as you feel Sunghoon finally entering you slowly, stretching you and filling you up just how youwanted. You moan at the feeling of being so full.

“Ah! Sunghoon—feels so good, so big,” Your head lolls to the side, tongue slipping out when Sunghoon finally bottoms out.

Sunghoon’s thumb swipes against your lip, pushing the spit that’s dribbled out from the corner of your lips back into your mouth, keeping the tip of his thumb inside. Your eyes roll back when Sunghoon moves, slowly, pulling back until the head of his cock catches against the ridges and walls of your entrance and slamming back inside in one go.

You wail, and Sunghoon pulls his thumb from your mouth so he can hear the sounds better. “Fuck, fuck—oh my god, Sunghoon, baby,”

“Yeah? You’re so tight. You feel so good around me—god, could fuck you like this every day.” Your moans rise in pitch with each thrust Sunghoon delivers, and by the end of his sentence, you're practically screaming. “You’re so fucking loud, you want everyone on the floor hearing you get fucked like this? Hearing you getting fucked by me, moaning like a bitch, hm?”

Your mind goes blank. All you can hear and feel and taste is SunghoonSunghoonSunghoon.

Sunghoon groans, throwing his head back when you tighten and clench around him. “All the people who saw you walk today don’t even know that their precious model cries and moans like a whore in bed. All for me, just for me.”

You're delirious. “Yes! Yes, Hoon—oh god, just for you! I’m yours, all yours only yours—”

“You’ve never been anyone but mine. Wanted you so bad for so long, now that I have you I’m not letting you go.”

You let out a loud sob, nodding your head vigorously. It sounds so tempting, so delicious—the thought of being owned by Sunghoon—being Sunghoon's own personal model. Just Sunghoon's and no one elses.

The thought has you seizing up, and before you know it, you're squirting all over Sunghoon's cock, fluid splashing against the sheets and spilling down Sunghoon's balls. Sunghoon moans loudly at the sensation of your walls fluttering but doesn’t let up. His thrusts and rhythm don’t falter, instead, he seems to get rougher, fucking you harder through your orgasm to milk you through it.

You whine in sensitivity, each thrust has Sunghoon’s cock abusing the spongey spot in your cunt, and you can't help the way you shake, releasing small spurts of wetness out around his cock.

Sunghoon hikes your legs higher, the angle causing his cock to hit deeper, filling you up even better than he did before. Your eyes well up with tears; the overstimulation hurts so good.

“Fuck, you look so pretty crying with a cock inside you.” Sunghoon curses, hands coming to hold your hips, using the grip and the new angle to piston his hips faster into your hole. “‘m close—gonna fill you up how you wanted, yeah?”

You nod, hooking your ankles around Sunghoon’s back and pulling him closer, deeper. Sunghoon groans, one hand coming up to wipe at your lashes where your tears are collecting so prettily for him. “Sunghoon, baby, fill me up. Want your cum inside me—want it inside, cum inside. Wanna feel you inside me for days.”

Sunghoon pulls you in for a kiss, all tongue and teeth before pushing his hips flush against yours, burying himself deep inside of your hole as he finally cums.

The warmth of Sunghoon's cum inside of his hole has you shuddering, finally content at the feeling of Sunghoon filling you up to the brim.

“Wish I could plug you up, have you come to my show tomorrow all plugged up with my come still inside of you. You’d like that, huh?” Sunghoon says against your lips, and you clench around Sunghoon’s cock, causing you both to moan lowly. “Next time, baby.”

The kisses turn soft, and you melt against the pillows at the feeling of Sunghoon's lips against yours. You sigh against Sunghoon’s mouth, hands holding his jaw to keep him close.

After a few minutes, Sunghoon moves to pull out. You whine, trying your best to clench to keep Sunghoon and his cum plugged inside of you.

“Baby,” Sunghoon chuckles. “We can’t stay like this forever.”

“Please?” You tug him back down and onto the sticky mess between you, grimacing when it smears against both of your skins. “It’s fine, we can clean tomorrow.”

“No.” Sunghoon fights back, but makes no move to get up or pull out.

“Baby, please?” You beg, voice soft, and your eyes widen when you feel Sunghoon’s cock twitch inside of you. “Sunghoon!”

“You’re just so—” Sunghoon lets out a breath, rolling his hips slowly. You full-body shudder, and blame Sunghoon for the way white hot arousal shoots throughout your body again. “Can’t get enough of you. Want you like this every day.”

“Sunghoon,” you sigh when Sunghoon pulls out an inch before rolling his hips forward, the head of his cock rubbing against your abused walls lightly with each thrust.

It’s slow and sensual and intimate, and after a few minutes you're brought to your third orgasm of the night, another load of Sunghoon's cum filling your hole up.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me. I think I like you too much.” Sunghoon says after you’ve both bathed and are lying in bed. Sunghoon’s arms are wrapped around you and your head is resting on his shoulder.

You look up at him, only to find him already looking at you. This time, it’s your turn to say:

“I know.”

Sunghoon laughs softly, lips curling up at the corners in a soft grin before he leans down to press his lips against your forehead.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grin back. “Wouldn’t that be a headline? Sunghoon Park, death by love.”

“And who said that I love you?” Sunghoon raises a brow, amusement and fondness and everything swirling in his eyes.

“You’re not that subtle, Sunghoon.” You lean up to kiss him softly, once, twice before burrowing your head into Sunghoon's chest.

Sunghoon pulls the covers over your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, as if you weren’t already as close as you can be. “Wouldn’t you know?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Wouldn’t I know?” You repeat after him.

The two of you fall asleep like that minutes later, legs and limbs tangled together. You think your poor, weak heart has already jumped out of your chest and into Sunghoon’s welcoming hands a long, long time ago.

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a/n: my first fic here is done! listened to party 4 u the whole time while writing this, it almost made me insane. thank you so much for giving this a try if you did! pls reblog/leave me asks or anything :3 that would make me very happy! part 2 will be out soon hehe

[pedroshotwifey]

Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something 🤷‍♀️😭

Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will 😅

Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it ❤

Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader

Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions 🤭, self deprecating Joel™, big dick Joel™, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting

W/C: 1.9k

Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.

What Matters

“Are you sure, baby?” 

Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. You’ve probably lost track of how many times he’s asked you if you’re sure. 

“Yes, Joel, I’m sure,” you laugh breathily. 

You’re both lying in his bed, completely bare. There’s a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sun’s going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He can’t help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.

Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know he’s just trying to waste time, but you let him. You’re so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you in this way, but that he’s worried he won’t be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him. 

But what if he can’t?

You’re younger, after all, and he’s not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarah’s mom. If that’s the case, it’s been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, you’re probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he can’t? What if it’s been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes? 

It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because he’s not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. You’re so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. You’d wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be. 

But that’s not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now. 

“Joel?” 

His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply can’t ignore. 

“Please,” you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it. 

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right. 

You’re already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. It’s another thing he was worried about—being so big. Joel’s not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of his…attributes. 

He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once he’s about halfway in. You’re so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. He’s again reminded of just how long it’s been since he’s felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself. 

“Shit, baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes. 

His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration you’re looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows he’ll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. There’s a reason the two of you have only been “together” for about four months even though you’ve been shamelessly flirting for about a year. 

It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows you’ve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? He’s never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things you’ve ever wanted for yourself. 

“You okay?” Your honeyed voice reaches his ears—or his good ear, rather—and he smiles at you. 

“‘Course, baby. Jus’ gotta give me a second, alright?” He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. “It’s been a minute.” 

You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you? 

Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. He’s already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts. 

“You feel so good,” you whine. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, so d’ you. “Like goddamn heaven.” And you do; overwhelmingly so.

He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows he’s found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure. 

“H-honey, I have to pull out,” he grits out. He’s so embarrassed, it hasn’t even been five minutes. He won’t last long enough for you to come before him.

But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. “It’s okay, Joel,” you breathily assure him. 

He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.

“I’m sorry, baby, I—” 

“Joel,” You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “It’s okay.” You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. “Take as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determine—” 

You both realize what you said at the same time. Joel’s eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesn’t realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face. 

You love him. You said it. And he believes you. 

“I love you too, baby,” he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. “So damn much.” Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and that’s all that matters. 

Then you’re both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each other’s lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin. 

“Joel, p-please,” you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him. 

He doesn’t waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back. 

He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless he’s watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back. 

It doesn’t take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm. 

By the time you’re coming down, he’s back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time. 

You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now. 

You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that you’ve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like you’re addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.

It still doesn’t take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but it’s too fucking much. He can’t hold it off when you feel so good around him. It’s like torture to stave off his orgasm when he’s thrusting into your soft heat. 

“Where d’ you want me, honey?” Joel asks you, his voice strained. 

“Inside,” you whisper against his neck without a second thought.

And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks he’s almost done, there’s another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria. 

When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts. 

*****

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Love is in The Air - (l.sy)

➺ Pairing - best man! Sangyeon x maid of honor fem! reader

➺ Summary - Your best friend’s getting married to the love of her life and you couldn’t be any more happy. Oh and did she mention her husband to be has a hot friend?

➺ Word Count - 1.5K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), best man!Sangyeon, stranger to lovers?, mutual feelings, some sexual tension, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, Sangyeon is practically obsessed with you, clothed sex?, that’s all for now I think

➺ Author’s note - AFTER 5 MONTHS SINCE MY LAST FIC 😭 Inspired by a scene from Sex and the City S2E7. Wrote this draft back in November then work got hectic and my writer’s block was terrible. This is a late bday and farewell (RIP) fic for Sangyeon (entering my military wife era) , & for @aimeecarreros, you requested something for your bday last year and I know it’s not what you were asking for but I still hope you enjoy akjsndajnsd I miss writing for y’all I hope you enjoy 🥹 Proofread once.

➺ Taglist: @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez @deoboyznet

Thinking about best man!Sangyeon, who could not keep his eyes off you, the maid of honor, since the wedding proper. While the couple at the altar were saying their vows, his gaze towards you was like a magnet. There was just something about you that sparked his interest.

Was it because of how your hair framed your face so perfectly? Or was it the dress you were wearing? The one that accentuated your figure so well he was so tempted to sweep you off your feet then and there?

Either way, he was grateful to the heavens that Chanhee’s about-to-be-wife had a such a hot friend. After all, he’s just a man who can’t help but admire beautiful women like you.

During the wedding reception, he wasn’t expecting to have any interaction with you whatsoever since you might've been busy doing bridesmaid duties and he with his best man duties. But as he was taking a sip of whiskey by the bar your delicate finger tapped his shoulder.

As soon as he turned around he swore he felt his heart skip a beat. He’s never seen such beauty roam this earth, a literal goddess right in front of him. If he had his way he would’ve instantly gotten down on his knees and worshipped your bo-

“Hi, you’re Sangyeon right?” You ask him.

“Y-yeah. Yes I am.” He shakes the lewd thoughts of you immediately as he extends his hand to introduce himself.

“Nice to officially meet you.” He smiles as he grips your hand. You take an unnecessary mental note of how the firmness of his grip makes your stomach flip for a split second.

“So…” You clear your throat. “I was told by the wedding coordinator that we’re both in charge of fixing up the honeymoon suite for the newly weds. Would it be alright if you went with me?”

Sangyeon had never said a yes so fast in his life. He was practically putty in your hands and he barely even knows you. What the hell were you doing to him? He thinks to himself. Whatever it was, he never wants to get out of it.

As you both make it to the suite, you spot the prepared materials that the wedding coordinator had prepared on the console table.

“Alright!” You clap your hand together. “You prepare the bath essentials while I prepare the roses and candles?” You smile at him.

“S-sure.” He clears his throat. Sangyeon wasn’t sure at this point if it was the whiskey he drank earlier but he swears he noticed your eyes scan him from up to down, as if you were taking to memory how he looked (and not to mention the subtle lip bite you might've pulled before passing by him to get your materials from the table.)

A few minutes pass by and Sangyeon finishes setting everything that was needed in the bathroom, leaving him enough time to hopefully help you in placing the candles around the room. But as soon as he re-enters the bedroom he gets an eyeful of your gorgeous back and ass.

God that dress was really doing wonders on you and him, as he nearly felt his cock twitch in his pants.

“Need some help over there?” You turn your head as you hear his deep voice behind you.

“Almost done actually. Just this last bit and we should be finished here.” You turn back to scatter the remaining petals in your hands onto the bed.

“There. That should be it!” You place your hands on your hips as you inspect the view before you. “What do you think?” You turn around not knowing how close Sangyeon had gotten. You nearly let out a gasp, his presence catching you off guard in that moment.

“Just perfect.” He smiles and gazes into your eyes for a moment before looking down at your lips.

It must've been the atmosphere of the room and the wedding itself, but you suddenly find yourself making the first move and kissing Sangyeon. He wastes no time and pulls you by the waist, his strong hands gripping your body as he eagerly slips his tongue inside your mouth, making you moan with the way he moves the wet muscle against your own.

Your kisses become feverish and desperate. You've never been so turned on by a stranger before. Well… not much of a stranger now since you know his name and all. That counts right?

And before you know it, he's slowly getting you on the bed. His hands groping all your curves, kneading your ass as you hike your legs up and wrap them around his waist. Sangyeon’s hands impatiently push up your dress to reveal your lace panties. He lets out a low growl at the sight of them, the wet patch at the front spurring him on even further.

You gasp into the kiss as you feel his manhood press against your core, his plush lips kissing the column of your throat as his hand moves down to touch you. He circles your covered bud for a moment before ultimately pulling your panties down in one fell swoop.

The sound of his belt unbuckling makes you moan, you’re usually not one to fuck on a first date let alone a stranger. But ever since you saw him waiting outside the church earlier you couldn’t stop thinking about how ultra handsome he was. You told yourself wouldn’t mind hooking up with someone like him (whether he was an ass or not) because he was worth the fuck.

And now here you are, doing just that.

At this point you’re so wet his cock slides between your velvety walls easily, filling you up to the hilt as he wastes no time fucking you into the mattress. You know this is so wrong especially this is not your special day nor is this your suite. It’s your best friend and her husband’s for fucks sake!

But maid of honor duties be damned. You’ve been wanting to get dicked down for a while and now is the perfect chance to do so. Your best friend will understand.

“Sangyeon, you’re so big-” You moan into his ear as you hang on for dear life while he fucks himself into you, practically molding the shape of his cock between your walls. You think he’s some kind of magician, because how was he able to put you into a mating press, reach places inside you that you can’t even reach with your own fingers while making sure your dress and hair don’t get completely ruined?

"Fuck... you're so perfect." Sangyeon mutters under his breath as he rolls his hips, making sure you feel all of him with every thrust. "Where have you been all my life?" He slurs as his head is filled with nothing but lust and desire for you.

Sangyeon doesn’t stop groaning as he kisses every inch of your skin he can reach with his lips, not wanting this moment to end. Everything starts to become overwhelming for you to the point you don’t even realize you’re already reaching your high, seeing white as your walls tighten around his length.

As your wanton moans echo around the room as you hit your high, you pull on his hair tightly making Sangyeon press his face against your neck as he bursts inside you.

You could feel so much of him fill you up to the point its oozing out of your wet entrance because there’s no more space inside. God, it’s so much you feel as if you might get pregnant even if you’re on the pill.

To be honest, you thought he was just going to vanish after giving what you consider the best fuck of your life, but Sangyeon proved you wrong as he gives you probably one of the best aftercares you’ve experienced from a quickie. He made sure to clean you up good and fix your appearance first before his own, as if nothing happened at all. And to put the cherry on top, he even gives you a tender kiss as you leave the honeymoon suite.

You don’t speak as you both ride the elevator down to the reception, not knowing exactly what to say to each other. But Sangyeon breaks the ice as his deep voice rings in your ear.

“Hey so, there’s this arcade open 24/7 down the street.” He pauses. “Maybe if you’re up for it after the wedding we can go?” Sangyeon turns to you and intertwines his hand with yours, giving it a tender squeeze.

“I’d really like to get to know you more. Only if you want…” he smiles at you and you nearly melt on the spot. You tiptoe to give him a slight peck on his cheek, chuckling to yourself as you see him trying his best to hide the blush creeping up on his skin.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

[aemondwhoresworld]

WITH WIRED

pairing: ewan mitchell x fem!reader

summary: in which ewan and y/n doing their first interview as newlywed with wired

words-count: 1,3k

warning: fluff, maybe abit cliché?, use of y/n, ewan and y/n being a newlywed couple, reader is quite sensitive, does not have any specific descriptions about y/n and ewan's appearance.

mae: english is not my first language, i do used google translate a few part in this one-shot. also this is my 2nd fic, im a long time reader but im a new writer, haven’t wrote any long imagines before. please forgive me if there was any mistakes. thank u!! maybe a part 2? idk

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you and ewan had the opportunity to meet each other at a new movie premiere few years ago, at the event ewan participated as the main actor and you were a guest invited by the director of that movie.

at first you were quite hesitant about being the one to make a first move to go over to talk to ewan, people would wonder what was the reason? well of course, because you’re attracted by ewan’s charming appearance, but also by how the way he treated his colleagues, or anyone he met.

and then today, at this moment, you both received an invitation from wired to come here for an interview as newlyweds… yes, ewan and you have been married for 3 months now and both are extremely excited for the upcoming interview

it can be said that since you got married, or to be more precise, since the announced, the news has caused the fan community to react extremely positively, of course, negatively as well. yes but mostly positive

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and 3… 2… 1… the interview begin, camera start rolling

"hi! this is y/n, y/n mitchell" you introduced yourself with a small smile while looking at the camera, then raised your left hand to show off your wedding ring you were wearing on your ring finger at the same time you look over at ewan, ewan now looked at you with this “husband proud smiley” smile

“and, i’m ewan mitchell, husband of this beautiful woman sitting next to me” ewan introduced himself, and then he repeated the same gesture as you, at this moment you heard a few people behind the camera, giggling and enjoying themselves

“we're here with WIRED, answering the most asked questions on google” ewan continued

“but newlywed edition” you and ewan both said at the same time

then a staff member brought out a large copy, with the questions partially hidden. you were now extremely nervous, then turned to look at him and asked softly.

“are you ready to answer these questions” you asked

“always” said and then ewan smiled slightly

"okay, first question for you my dear" you said and then gently pulled the sticky note off with your hand to make the question appear, then you continued to read

“how did ewan and y/n meet?” you read the question, then looked up at ewan and continued, "hmm, do you remember how we met, husband?" you asked ewan

“how could i forget it, the first time we ever met” ewan said while looking at you smiling, he sat thinking for a moment then he continued

"y/n and i met at this movie premiere, well… i was the main character, actor and she was invited by this great movie director, john, as a friend" ewan said, then used his hand to stroke his chin and continued. “while i was you know doing those interview, i saw her was looking at me so after the premier, we have like a little after party, i was just enjoying myself you know…” he laugh “erm.. and i-i saw this pretty lady slowly walking towards my direction and started conversation with me, and after a few minutes of talking, i thought wow she’s kinda nice to talk to, yeah.. that's… that’s how we met” and now you just sit there and giggled, flashing back all of those memories the first time you met him

“great job husband, it's so surprise to know that you still remember the first time we met, cause you never mention it ever since” you laughed and then continued “you know, to be able to date this guy, ewan mitchell, it's really a journey for me. to be mrs. mitchell is a long way" as you said, you used your thumb to point at ewan. at this time, ewan just looked helpless and shrugged his shoulders

from where you sit, you can clearly see the surprised faces of the staff member behind the camera about the fact that how hard it is to get close to him

“it's your turn” you said as ewan tore lightly to see the next question

“are ewan and y/n expecting?” Both you and ewan seemed quite surprised after hearing this question

“really, is this really the most asked question?” you laughed and giggled, “asked google?! this is crazy” you were extremely surprised by this question

“well y/n and ewan ARE NOT expecting… yet, and if we are, we will definitely announce it and share the joy with you guys so there is no need to ask mr google” you laughed, then you tuck your hair behind your ear

“we are not planning on having baby anytime soon and yes we do talk about it more often now since we’re married, you know we both love to build a family of our own but we both think this is not the right time” ewan said, you nodded with agreement with that ewan said

“next question” you looked at ewan, saying “oh i see this question seems long, it might be quite interesting!”

“the question is, have ewan and y/n ever been in a movie together?” you read the question, then you both looked at each other, you asked ewan “we talked about this a few times, aren’t we?”

“oh we literally talked about it yesterday before bed too…“ ewan chuckled then he continue “even though we have never worked together on any movie before, but we both talk about hoping that in the future we will have the opportunity to work together” ewan explained.

“yea…, there's a funny thing that if we both have the opportunity to be act in the same movie, we’ll both hope to be each other's villains” you laughed then ewan continued.

“you know, it's funny when viewers hear y/n and me's names and they might immediately think we're going to play happy married couple but no, there is not lovey dovey birds”

“but i think it's quite interesting, don't you guys think so too?” you turned to look at the camera in front of you, asking the people whom watching (after this interview video was posted).

“I'll let you answer this last question, baby” you said then let ewan remove the last sticky note to read the last question for today's interview.

“how have ewan and y/n enjoyed their marriage life so far?” ewan continued reading the last question and then he continued to answer

“who would ask this question on Google? how would Google know?” ewan replied

and you both sit there and laugh like an idiot because of how stupid this question is. really, how can Google know what your and ewan's married life is like? You laugh until you cry because of the absurdity of it

“how was it, my husband?” you asked ewan with a curious expression, wonder if he liked married life with you or not, making ewan partly amused and partly pampered, looking towards you, while you sat there patiently waiting his answer

“honestly, i am extremely happy and enjoy this married life with my wife. in short, i’m extremely satisfied, i mean who wouldn't, when you marry the person you love, so do i and especially y/n always makes me feel like i’m the luckiest man is marry to y/n, the woman i love the most" ewan replied a bit shyly because you know he rarely shows affection in front of the camera or in public

“ewan, you're going to make me cry” you smiled and used your hand to gently wipe away the happy tears at the corner of your eyes.

ewan then turned to see you so moved and pulled out a small handkerchief from his pocket and wiped your tears.

“i love you” ewan whispered to you while wipe the tear off your eye but he didn't know that the microphone attached to his shirt caught his all his words.

“i love you too but we have to say goodbye to the audience watching this interview first” you said to ewan and then burst out a small laughed

“and these are all the most asked questions on google” you said with excitement again, turning to look at ewan

“thank you WIRED for inviting us, and see you next time” ewan said “goodbye” both you and ewan raised your hands and waved to the audience

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user1 cannot believe they haven’t had any movies together. that’s a need

user2 my fav couple

user3 i can feels ewan head over heels for her, like even more than before

user4 his eyes always had this bling bling whenever he look at her

[gyuuberryy]

fight for my way!

pairing: best friend’s brother!heeseung x reader x bff!jungwon, ft lee chaeyeon as your best friend

summary: you’ve harboured a huge crush on your bff’s brother, heeseung for quite a bit. each encounter with him has you stuttering and blushing like a mess much to the dismay of your best friend, jungwon. it’s summer vacation, but unfortunately you won’t have the time to relax as you battle with your newfound feelings instead of kicking someone’s ass in training for taekwondo. you certainly did not sign up for this 

genre: f2l, best friend’s brother trope, crack??, coming of age, jungwon and mc practice taekwondo

warnings: making out, fighting, angst, fluff, swearing, mc beats up someone, mentions of blood, mc is super embarrassing and a major simp teehee, flirty heeseung(as always), i know nothing about taekwondo so please excuse me if i made any mistakes related to it

note: nothing based off the drama ahaha. this was originally a txt fic, now republished as an enha one(it's edited). i wrote this like a year ago and idk why but some parts of it give off disney movie vibes💀 enjoy!!!

word count: 8.1kish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

you knew it’s wrong to simp over your friends, but you couldn’t help it.

since when did yang jungwon get so hot?

you hadn’t even worn your dobok yet and you were already sweating just looking at him box with that punching bag. his arm muscles flexed and rippled deliciously, and his face which was contorted into a focused expression, glimmered under the studio lights due to the layer of sheen sweat that coated his body. a drop rolled down the bridge of his nose and was about to land on his lips when he stopped and wiped it off. the sudden change in movement brought you out of your daydream and you mentally punched yourself for drooling over one of your best friends. 

you need to stop simping over anyone who is even the slightest bit hot.

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walked towards the locker room to get changed. shuffling through your belongings, you tried to find the plastic in which you had kept your dobok, when you were startled by the feeling of someone's hand on your back. you looked behind to see your best friend chaeyeon grinning at you. 

“you’re a bit early today.”, she stated. 

“yeah, my mom kicked me out of the house at six in the morning.” you sighed, “i was wandering around till class started.” 

chaeyeon patted your shoulder sympathetically. ever since the summer holidays for your senior year had started, your mom had been making sure you didn’t laze around the house and be productive everyday. this was the last year for your taekwondo training and then you would finally receive your black belt. so, your mom felt it was important for you to go for training. 

every. single. day.

honestly, you were a bit pissed in the beginning because you couldn’t join the rest of your school friends on their month long trip to kyoto. but, jungwon and chaeyeon were staying back as well for their training, so it wasn’t that bad. 

you wore the white jacket on top of your t-shirt and slipped your belt through the white loops. your pants were almost up your calves when chaeyeon spoke again. 

“do you wanna come over to my house in the evening? we should get started on our physics project.

you jumped in excitement at her offer, “is your brother gonna be there?” 

chaeyeon slapped your arm, “why does that matter? we have to do our work, i’m not going to sit there and watch you fangirl over him.” 

ah yes, chaeyeon's brother, lee heeseung. 

the man you were absolutely smitten with.

the perfect, handsome, smart and talented golden boy of the school.

your crush of three years.

and lately, it felt like he was reciprocating your feelings as well because he had started flirting with you back. you didn’t care if you were being delusional, you would take any chance to interact with him, which is why you were always ecstatic to visit chaeyeon’s house.

“just tell me please”, you dragged out your sentence in a whiny voice, making chaeyeon hiss at the annoying sound. 

“okay okay, he’s going to be there. he has nothing to do this week.” 

you squealed and pumped your fist in the air. chaeyeon just rolled her eyes at your actions and pulled you out of the locker room to join the training.

you lay spread eagle on the blue foam mat. your arms felt like wet, heavy ham and the muscles in your thighs felt like they were stretched to the maximum. you really shouldn’t have skipped your warm up, but you had no idea how rigorous today’s training would be. your coach was hellbent on making sure you perfected your double roundhouse kick and only let you take a break when you got the hang of it. these were probably the most tiring four hours of your life. 

suddenly, a handsome face came into your view as the person loomed over your body and blocked the light, making you jolt up. after getting a closer look you realised it was just your best friend, jungwon. you stomped on his feet out of annoyance. 

“you startled me man.” 

“i thought you fell asleep”, he huffed at your actions “let’s go home now, my stomach is gonna digest itself if i don’t feed it anything soon.”

you rolled your eyes at his exaggeration and went towards the locker room to get your belongings.

chaeyeon had already left before you both, so you took the shorter route towards your house. usually, you both would drop her off along the way and then walk back together since you lived right next to each other. 

the walk back home was rather silent, filled with occasional slurps of the popsicles you both had bought. your walks home were usually always filled with a comfortable science accompanied by some type of snack. lately, you both had been trying to eat all the popsicle flavours of the new trending brand. so today, you both tried the cherry lime flavour and honestly, it was absolutely disgusting. you stared at the bright red and green ice on the stick and grimaced. 

“this tastes really bad”, you stuck out your tongue in disgust “especially the cherry side, it’s just frozen cough medicine.” 

jungwon shrugged his shoulders, “i kind of like it, the combination is nice.” 

you wrinkled your nose at his remark, “you have bad taste.” 

he turned to look at you with mock hurt on his face when you noticed a red stain from the popsicle on the corner of his lips. you walked up to him and  tried to rub off the insistent stain from the corner of his lips, making jungwon freeze in his spot. you looked at him to be met with his eyes already staring at your face. his face looked flushed and his eyes were wide open. his eyes.

they were so mesmerising, looking like pools of freshly brewed coffee that always held a sparkle in them. you quickly moved away when jungwon suddenly spoke up.

“w-what are you doing?”

you cleared your throat and looked away, “you had a red stain on your face.”

these types of awkward encounters had been frequenting a lot between you both lately and you felt slightly bothered by it.

he rolled his eyes and tried to play it off, “your lips are green, eat the cherry part also. you look like mike wazowski.”

“shut up.”, you muttered while wiping your lips.

you handed your half eaten popsicle to him and resumed walking. feeling disgusted by the sight of him gorging down both of the disgusting frozen treats you decided to change the topic. 

“i’m going to chaeyeon's house later to start our physics project.” 

jungwon nodded absentmindedly at that.

“hee is gonna be there too”, you sighed dreamily, making him glare at you.

“why are you still obsessed with that bastard?”

you gasped in offence, “how dare you call him that? he’s an amazing guy.”  

jungwon chucked the ice cream sticks in the nearby dustbin a bit too forcefully for your liking. every mention of heeseung’s name always riled him up. both of them were academic rivals, always competing for the top spot, which was why they were never nice to each other and always bickered. but you were not letting their issue meddle with your non-existent love life. 

“he’s annoying and not a nice guy”, jungwon walked faster making you break out into a slight jog.

“just last week i saw him walking around with a new chick.” he threw his hands in the air, “how could he do that when he just dumped his girlfriend!” 

yeah that was true. heeseung was a bit of a playboy. you weren’t surprised though, his good looks and personality had girls throwing themselves on him right and left and he just accepted it. you didn't mind, you were ready to forgive him for that.

“i don’t care, i know he would never hurt someone intentionally.” 

jungwon shook his head at your obvious lovesickness. you were too blinded by your crush to notice the possibility of getting hurt. you waved him off when you reached your driveway. 

“bye won, i have to pick an outfit for the evening.” 

jungwon didn’t bother looking at you and just simply reminded you that it wasn’t a date. but who cares? definitely not you.

the shiny silver doorbell was waiting for you, inviting you to press it, but you just stood like a fool at chaeyeon’s doorstep. why were you getting nervous for absolutely no reason?(heeseung). it’s not like this was your first time visiting her house. 

you dismissed your worry with a nervous chuckle and smoothened your hair down one last time. the summer heat was making it frizzier by the second and you had to look your best for heeseung, which meant you had to enter the house soon. taking a deep breath, you finally pressed the doorbell. 

a few moments later, the door swung open, unveiling the most beautiful sight known to mankind—heeseung's beaming face. he gave your outfit a quick once-over, and his smile evolved into a teasing smirk. glancing down at your sage green tank top and acid-washed denim shorts, a hint of uncertainty crept in. were they not to his liking? despite your attempt at a casual look, a moment of self-doubt lingered in the air.

“what’s up?”

his voice broke you out of your dilemma. now you felt too scared to respond. taking another deep breath you tried to keep your voice steady. 

“i’m here to study with chaeyeon.” 

for some reason, his smirk grew even wider as he checked you out once again, casually leaning against the doorframe. wait, was he actually checking you out? you really sucked at this love stuff because you had absolutely no idea what was going on. were you reading into things too much?"

“studying during summer break?”

he raised his eyebrows as if reminding you to speak. you cleared your throat, “yeah we have to complete a physics project.” 

he nodded. “chaeyeon is out running errands though. she won’t be back for another hour.” 

you frowned at that information, “but she told me to come over.” heeseung shrugged his shoulders, motioning for you to come in. 

“you can wait in her room.” 

you had no choice but to agree because he had already started walking in. you sighed and mentally sent a prayer to all the gods to prevent you from embarrassing yourself further. 

suddenly, he stopped in his steps and spinned around to face you. you immediately forced your feet to stop walking to prevent crashing into him. “do you want to watch a movie with me instead?” 

your heart dropped to your toenails at his words. as much as you wanted to jump at the offer, there was no way you would survive an entire movie with him without embarrassing yourself. 

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you tried to look as apologetic as possible, “actually i should get started on my work, maybe another time?” 

heeseung shrugged, “yeah sure.” 

you gave him a sheepish smile and started your ascent up the stairs to chaeyeon's room. the entire time, you could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back. the outfit was a good choice. smirking to yourself, you pushed the door to chaeyeon's room open. 

it had been over an hour and so far you had listed out all the main points and subheadings to be included in your project. you had no idea when chaeyeon would come back; every time you called her she would say that she'll be home soon. there was a lot of rush at the supermarket she had forcibly gone to with her mom. you had thought about going back home but your mom wanted you to study as much as you could and it wasn’t evening yet, so here you are. 

your face was almost going into the laptop screen because of the amount of concentration you had on finding the perfect template for your ppt. the opening of the door shortly distracted you, but you deemed that it was chaeyeon. 

"bro, what took you so long?”, you spoke in a exasperated tone “was it actually that crowded? it's not even a weekend today." you didn't bother looking behind and continued doing your work. 

you immediately stopped what you were doing as the feeling of two arms wrapping loosely around your collarbone made you stiffen up. a warm breath fanned your neck sending chills down your spine. "it’s me."

heeseung.

how and why were his arms wrapped around you? you weren't complaining because this was your dream come true but at the same time this was not good for your heart, which at this point was about to beat its way out of your chest. 

you rolled your chair away from his hold and stood up, almost about to trip over nothing. you were sure you looked redder than a tomato right now, but you somehow managed the courage to look up at heeseung, who was already staring back at you. his head was tilted slightly and his pink lips were scrunched up in a pout. 

brushing a non existent stand of hair away from your face, you decided to question him about his previous actions. 

"why did you do that?"

he looked at you innocently in question, as if asking you what?

"the hug, why did you just hug me out of nowhere?"

a look of realisation crossed his face and he just chuckled softly at your question. "i was pretending to be chaeyeon." he smirked, "why? don't friends hug each other?"

if he was flirting with you or friend zoning you, you had absolutely no idea. you had to change the conversation quickly. 

"why did you come up, is chaeyeon back now?"

"she's on the way now," he pointed towards the door, "i just made some rose lemonade. let's go drink that while you wait." 

you nodded and followed him down to the kitchen. you leaned against the marble counter, trying to look as calm and collected as possible while heeseung fetched the pitcher full of the pink drink. suddenly, he turned around and started walking towards you, making you instantly freeze at your spot with an awkward smile etched onto your face. he got closer and stopped once his feet were almost touching yours. giving you a dashing smile he slowly leaned forward. was he going to kiss you? 

your dream is finally coming true! you closed your eyes and puckered your lips slightly in anticipation for his to land on them. but that never happened. you opened your eyes to see a wide eyed heeseung staring back at you with two glasses in his hand. oh, he was only reaching for the glasses behind you. 

embarrassment washed over you, making your cheeks flame up in shame as heeseung chuckled. you really wanted to melt away into a big puddle of nothing right now. clearing your throat you snatched a glass from his hand and poured yourself the lemonade. heeseung watched you with an amused smile as you chugged down the entire glass in one go to cool down your burning cheeks. 

“was it that good?”

you nodded enthusiatically, “you have to send me the recipe!” 

heeseung laughed at your reaction and poured you another glass. he probably had the most beautiful laugh and you could hear it on replay for hours. you smiled dreamily at him. by now, literally everyone knew about your humongous crush on him. 

the thing was, you had horrible flirting skills and were always oblivious if someone showed interest in you. your exemplary skills in taekwondo and bubbly personality had attracted many but you ended up friendzoning them unintentionally. you only had eyes for heeseung, who was currently washing the dishes you both had drunk from. he was such boyfriend material. you stood up straight once he spoke up.

“my friend is hosting a party this friday.” he turned off the tap and wiped his hands on the kitchen towel. “i’m sure you know who jake is.” you hummed in reply. 

“you should come, it’ll be fun.” 

you were usually never interested in parties, in fact you never had the time to even think about it while juggling school and taekwondo together. but, you had a bit of free time now since school was off. and heeseung’s offer kind of seemed like he was asking you on a date? you can’t just straight up ask him that so maybe you should just go and find out. this could finally be your moment to directly confess your feelings. you were getting tired of holding them back.

“okay,” you smiled, “i’ll be there.”

heeseung’s face brightened up at your words. “that's great-”

“can i bring jungwon as well?” 

his smile dropped, but he nodded somewhat enthusiastically, which didn’t really show on his face. oh right, they hate each other. the air turned awkward at the mention of his name and you were brainstorming things to change the subject when you were saved by the doorbell. 

you immediately perked up the sound, “ah, i think chaeyeon is home.” 

heeseung gave a forced smile back, “yeah, have fun with your project. i have some work to do. i’ll see you on friday.” with that, he walked back to his room.

your face fell at his sudden change of behaviour. you knew he had no work to do this week because chaeyeon had told you so. it was kind of weird but you assumed it was probably because you mentioned jungwon. he shouldn’t dislike him so much though, afterall he was one of his sister’s closest friends. shrugging it off you walked to the door to let chaeyeon and her mom in.

it was the day of the party and jungwon(who had agreed to attend after much of your insistence) and you stood right outside the door, waiting for someone to open it. chaeyeon had decided not to attend the party and had gone out with her other friends to the amusement park instead. you would have joined her as well because parties were not your thing and you’d rather spend your time riding roller coasters, but this was a matter of love. you had to make sacrifices for your dear heeseung .

the door opened to reveal a beaming jake, “oh hi guys!” he motioned for you both to come inside, “the drinks and snacks are over there and we’re playing games in the living room.” he patted you both on your backs. “have fun!” both of you smiled back at his warm welcome and walked inside the huge bungalow. 

the kitchen counter was lined up with all sorts of colourful sodas and delicacies. the living room stretched far and wide, making you gaze at it in awe. colourful fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, setting the people’s face aglow with multiple colours. trending pop songs blared through the speakers and you could feel the bass thump to the beat of your heart. people were spread across the entire house and some of them were gathered outside in the lawn. 

jungwon pointed at the people playing games, breaking you out of your trance.“i think they’re setting up a game of twister, let’s go join them!” 

you shook your head, “i should go find heeseung first.” 

jungwon’s jaw ticked at your words. he rolled his eyes as he spoke, “i don’t think you should do this, he’s not a good guy.” 

you frowned at his words, “how do you know? you just hate him because he is better than you in academics.” 

he grasped your shoulders and his eyes turned serious. “that’s not the problem. i’ve seen how he treats people. he may act all nice and sweet in front of you, but he’s actually really shallow.” 

he sighed at the perplexed look on your face. “he’s a walking red flag and i’ve been trying to get you to understand that for a long time.”

you remained unfazed at his words because just like he had mentioned, he always said the same thing. no matter what happened you were going to try to shoot your shot. 

flashing him a sympathetic smile, you patted his shoulder. “sorry buddy, nothing is going to stop me. unless you have feelings for me or something.” 

you snickered at your ridiculous thoughts, missing the blush that overtook jungwon’s face. he looked away at your words and shrugged his shoulders. 

“okay then, i gave you enough warnings.” rolling your eyes at this dismissive behaviour you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the group of people setting up the game of twister. 

“calm down drama queen, let’s play this first then i can go accomplish my mission.” he sighed and accompanied you as you said.

the game was going pretty well and you were confident in your chances of winning. you were in a fairly easy position compared to others, who had their limbs twisted in all sorts of hilarious ways. especially jungwon, who was basically in an upside down table pose. you tried not to notice the way his biceps were bulging out from under his black turtleneck, but it was hard to do so. 

looking away from him, you accidentally made eye contact with heeseung who seemed to have just arrived at the party. you waved at him and motioned that you will talk to him later. he gave a bright smile and flashed a thumbs up at your actions. soon after he looked away, a girl with bright red hair walked up to him and kissed his cheek. your heart shattered at her actions. does he have a girlfriend?

he proved your assumptions incorrect when he pushed her off of him. getting a closer look, you realised it was his ex-girlfriend. she was probably just a psycho. you were planning to spy on them more, but annoyed shouts of your name brought you back to reality. 

“what are you doing? you’re the only one left to finish your move, everyone is already done.” 

apologising, you looked at the wheel that had decided your next move. looking back at the twister mat, you realised that all the good required spots were taken. the spots that were left for you were only reachable if you bent over jungwon, which meant you would be leaning over him until the next move. you had no idea why you were feeling so nervous about it though. he was your best friend after all, you were the closest to him. you’ve been together since childhood. it was stupid to feel nervous over something so trivial.

putting on a cool exterior, you leaned over him to take your position. both of your arms were placed next to his torso and your face was directly hovering over his. you were shocked to see his cheeks turn red because of the close proximity of you both. he was avoiding eye contact with you and you frowned. one nudge of your elbow brought his eyes back to yours.

deja vu hit you as you couldn’t help but get lost in his mesmerising eyes once again. that one twinkle that was always present in them no matter what, the colour of his orbs and the warmth they held every time they looked at you made you lean in closer. you were so close to each other that you could see your own reflection in his eyes. butterflies filled your stomach and you felt warm and fuzzy all over at the realisation of your close proximity with him. jungwon could now feel your warm breath on his lips, making him close his eyes in anticipation of his next move.

but instead of that, your face crashed onto the expanse of his neck with an embarrassingly loud smooch. some idiot had kicked your leg by accident, which made you lose your balance and bring down jungwon with you. you don’t know what demon possessed you to do this, but you took a big sniff and the smell of vanilla and cologne invaded your senses, making you sigh out in content. the feeling of jungwon’s body stiffening under you brought you out of your stupor and you immediately scrambled to get up. why did you act like a creep, you want to cry now.

you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck when everyone started clearing away. the game had ended because the idiot who had tripped you had also ended up rolling down the entire mat merrily like a bowling bowl, knocking everyone down. 

that wasn't the issue right now though. were you just going to kiss your best friend? there was no way you had any sort of feelings for him. just a month ago you had given him a friendship day bracelet and told him how your friendship had to last forever or you would bite his nose off. so now why were you so curious to know what his lips felt like? you spinned around to see jungwon clutching his chest like he was a heart patient. 

trying to push away the recent embarrassing encounter into the deep, dark pits of your brain, you walked up to him and stood silently, gazing at his lips. they were a light rosy shade of pink and looked glossy due to the coat of transparent lip gloss you had applied on them before coming to the party. they looked so soft.

you were shaken out of your thoughts when jungwon flicked your forehead. you gasped and clutched your forehead in pain, “ow, what was that for?” 

jungwon smirked as he pulled you closer by your shoulders. “you seem kind of obsessed with me lately. those looks haven’t gone unnoticed by me you know.”

he raised an eyebrow cockily, “are you sure it’s not me you have a crush on?” 

you sputtered and coughed like a broken car engine at his words. how did he already guess what was going on in your mind?

shrugging his hands off of you, you gave a firm whack to his chest. “h-how can you even say that! i only have eyes for heeseung, you’re nothing compared to him.” 

jungwon snickered and just pulled you into his side, guiding you towards the table full of food you both had been eyeing. he leaned towards your ear and whispered in a low voice.

“i’m pretty sure we were about to do something else back in the game though.” 

your face burned with embarrassment. nothing can save you now, jungwon was in his cheeky mode. he was oozing with confidence and you were blushing as bright as a beet.  

you huffed in annoyance and pushed him away to speed walk towards the table. not bothering to wait for him to catch up, you picked up two humongous cupcakes, ready to stuff your mouth. suddenly, a hand came up to your shoulder making, you almost drop your food in surprise. thinking it was jungwon, you put the ugliest scowl on your face and turned around to face him. 

“what do you-” 

you paused midway through your sentence when you realised who was in front of you. it was a smiling heeseung, who looked smoking hot today. he had adorned a tight fitted black shirt with a grey patterned jacket and his hair was styled to show off his gorgeous forehead. you immediately dropped your scowl and put on your most charming smile. 

“oh hey heeseung !” 

his smile widened at your greeting but all of a sudden, his eyes turned dark when he looked at something behind you. you looked over to see jungwon standing there with two cups in his hand, his expression as cold as ice. they both were practically shooting lasers from their eyes and you could almost feel the heat from it. gulping, you looked away and tried to think of what to say.  

“i have to tell you something important.” you blurted out. heeseung  finally broke his staring contest with jungwon and smiled at you.

“sure, go ahead.” 

okay, this was the perfect time to confess your feelings.

although, for some reason you hesitated before speaking. you could not stop thinking about what happened between you and your best friend today. were you doing the right thing or should you ponder on it more? unfortunately, one raise of heeseung’s eyebrow had you spilling everything out. 

“i have a crush on you.”

is this how it feels like to have a heart attack? because suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore and your heart was pounding erratically. maybe it wasn’t a good idea to confess if you felt this scared after it. 

before you could comprehend heeseung’s reaction to your confession, the feeling of something cold and sticky being poured over you made you scream in shock.

your mouth was hung open in shock as you turned around to see who the culprit was. it was the same girl with cherry red hair who had kissed heeseung  on the cheek before. 

“what the fuck was that for?”, you spat in anger. 

she crossed her arms with a stupid smirk painted onto her face. “you were shamelessly flirting with my boyfriend, i obviously had to do something.” you were about to retort but heeseung beat you to it.

“lena we broke up a week ago, can you stop doing things like this! i’m so sick of you.” 

lena just chuckled and shook her head frantically. pushing you out of the way, she walked up to heeseung and cupped his cheeks with her manicured hands.

“no baby, we’re just going through a bad time. we’re still very much in love with each other.” 

letting out a tired sigh, he pushed her hands away from his face. “stop being so delusional,” he looked towards you with an apologetic gaze, “why would you pour your drink over her? she’s like a sister to me. that’s not acceptable..”

ouch.

this was worse than getting friendzoned, he sister zoned you. 

that too right in front of his ex. 

after you confessed your feelings for him.

you tuned out the rest of his words as anger bubbled up inside you. you knew you were not as delusional as the mosquito of a girl in front of you. heeseung had reciprocated your advances sometimes and had even initiated flirting with you. then why would he say all that?

a warm hand clasped around your forearm that was now sticky from the soda that was poured over you. jungwon pulled you towards him gently with a concerned look on his face. 

“are you okay? do you want to leave?”, your face softened at his genuine concern. 

a mischievous glint appeared in your eyes as you decided on what you were going to do. “give me five minutes jungwon, i'm going to make sure someone pays for ruining my dress.”

jungwon’s eyebrows raised as he understood what you were about to do. 

you moved towards lena who was still yapping about how much she loved heeseung, and tapped her shoulder. she pushed her tongue against her cheek when she realised it was you.

“what?”

giving her a condescending smile you motioned towards your outfit that was drenched in the sticky soda. “you’re going to have to pay for the damage you did.” 

lena scoffed in disbelief, “and what makes you think i’ll do that? get lost, don’t waste my time.” 

she waved you off and turned back to heeseung . even though it was against your morals to fight with someone weaker than you, you were not going to be civil with her anymore.

grabbing a fistful of her obnoxious bright red hair, you yanked her towards you making her yelp in pain. turning her around, you repeated yourself.

“are you going to pay or not?” 

she looked at you with a crazed look in her eyes. “of course not you psycho.” she punched you weakly on the jaw making everyone around you gasp in shock. 

“you started this”, shrugging you let go of her hair and punched her smack on the nose, making her stumble backwards. a loud crack resonated throughout the room. lena shrieked in pain as her hands became red from trying to stop her nose from bleeding. one of her fake eyelashes(which was about half the length of your fingers) had fallen onto the floor due to the impact of your punch. 

you pouted mockingly, “i guess you’ll have to get a nose job again.”

wiping away the blood from her face she charged at you with her fist ready to strike, but you easily grabbed her arm making her stagger to stop. you twisted her arm around till it was painfully bent behind her back. she whimpered in pain and tapped on your arm.

“ow please, that hurts.” 

you scoffed, “this is nothing, i can do much worse if i want.” 

she looked up at heeseung  with pleading eyes, “h-heeseung please stop this psychotic bi-” 

you tightened your grip on her arm making her groan out in pain. heeseung paid no heed to her words, in fact he was watching the entire scene play out with an amused look on his face. 

you looked to your left and tilted your head at jungwon, silently asking him what to do next. he was watching you with a proud smile and nodded his head signalling you to do what you wanted. you gave him a thumbs up and returned back to your situation.

you gave her a firm kick to her shin, making her fall on her knees. she raised her free hand in defeat.

“alright i’ll pay you for the drycleaning i promise!” 

you huffed loudly and left her arm causing her to completely collapse on the floor. you nodded towards heeseung with a blank face. “you’re going to leave him alone as well.” 

she squeaked out a yes, handed you a fifty dollar bill and scurried away, probably leaving the party.

everyone else cheered loudly for you for standing up to her. you grinned and jogged over to jungwon and grabbed his hand, “how did i do?” 

his eyes held affection as he looked you over, “awesome.”

that one word of praise cheered you up instantly, much better than any amount of ice cream would have.

you both were just about to leave the driveway of jake’s house when the shout of your name made you both halt. you turned to see none other than heeseung jog towards you with a set of keys in his hands. he held them out to you and looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“i think you dropped your keys behind.” your eyes widened and you grabbed them from him, thanking him in a small voice. 

he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down, the action making jungwon’s grip on your hand tighten. “you were really cool back there. i’m glad i got to see you in action.” 

you hummed, not knowing what to say. can he not read the room? it felt so awkward to even look at him anymore. 

he cleared his throat and his confident persona dropped for a minute as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. 

“actually, what i said back there about you being like my sister.” your head shot up at his words. “i didn’t mean any of that.” 

he looked at his feet. “i only said that to get lena off your back, but if i knew you would’ve taken care of it yourself, i never would have done that”, he trailed off in his sentence.

jungwon’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere, making you feel relieved as he questioned what you weren’t able to, “cut to the chase.”

heeseung ignored him and looked directly into your eyes. “well i don’t exactly have feelings for you right now, but i really want to make it up to you. you’re a really cool person,” he stepped closer towards you, “i want to take you out for dinner this sunday.”

you could almost feel the anger radiate off jungwon as he spat out his next words, “did you start finding her cool only because she beat your psycho ex-girlfriend up.” he scoffed, “you don’t owe her a favour, she did what was right.” your shoulders slumped at his words. is that how he actually felt?

heeseung rolled his eyes, “please don’t bring your jealousy into the middle of all this. she can make her own decisions.”

both the boys looked at you intently, waiting for you to make your decision. the urge to crawl in a hole and live there forever was extremely strong right now. you really couldn’t handle the pressure. wanting the best of both worlds, you said the first thing that came up to you.

“i’m okay with the dinner.” 

heeseung ’s face brightened up in victory whilst jungwon dropped his hand from yours in defeat. 

why was he so upset about it now? it’s not like you were going on a date with heeseung, he made it very clear he doesn’t like you. and why were you so adamant on making sure jungwon understood that?

being born as a dolphin would’ve been so much better at this point. at least you wouldn't have to deal with physics and this romance shit.

it was the day of the dinner and you were currently lacing up your doc martens on your front porch. you had decided to wear a black skirt with a white top and a dark brown coat since it was raining today so it was a bit chilly outside, even though it was the middle of summer. you had only just finished wearing your shoes when your phone started ringing, indicating a video call from chaeyeon. 

you furrowed your brows and picked it up, “hello-”

“you absolute moron!” she screamed from the other side making you flinch. 

“what happened? since when did you start insulting me, jungwon was enough-”

“this is about him! how could you be so heartless?”, she cut you off once again. you frowned, what did you do to him? 

“stop making that face, you look like a pug,” she rolled her eyes, “why are you going out with heeseung today?”

oh so that’s what this is about.

you shook your head, “it’s not really a date, he just wanted to take me out to dinner.” 

chaeyeon's lips formed into a thin line at that. “you mean my brother, who’s basically a casanova, is taking you out to a casual dinner?” she shook her head disapprovingly, “i didn’t think you could be so clueless."

you squinted at her in confusion, “just tell me what you want to. don’t beat around the bush. there’s no time for that, he’ll be here any moment.”

pinching her nose in frustration, she let out a deep breath. “jungwon told me the full story of what happened at the party since someone else forgot to.” you gave her a guilty smile at that. chaeyeon caught a horrible flu a few days ago, so you didn’t really get the time to update her on all this.

“he likes you a lot. he’s been hopelessly in love with you since the past five years.” 

your jaw hung open at that. there’s no way your suspicions were right. jungwon actually liked you? you felt gooey and warm like a freshly baked brownie right now. you could feel the heat spread through your entire body at the idea of jungwon liking you, something which you noticed was opposite of what you felt when you were around heeseung.

“close your mouth, i can see your internal organs.” you really wanted to slap her right now because her sarcastic commentary really wasn't helping you with the whirlwind of emotions you were going through. 

you let out a deep sigh, “i really don’t know chaeyeon. i feel so happy and excited at the thought of that? but also kind of scared. he’s my best friend, you know, i don’t want to mess things up.” 

she shook her head at you with pity, “it’s too late for that, you already did.”

“what do you mean?”

“are you kidding me?”, she scoffed. “jungwon is competing in the interstate taekwondo championship today!” 

you stood up from your seat in horror, “what! why didn’t you tell me before?” 

she wiped her runny nose into her tissue and glared at you, “you’re his closest friend, i didn’t think you would forget something so important.” she sighed, “i can’t attend the fight because of my cold, but you should.” 

the honk of a car horn made you look in front to see heeseung waving at you. you mirrored his actions and looked back into your phone. “there’s still time till the fight right?”

she nodded, “kinda, it starts in thirty minutes.” 

muttering a ‘shit’, you thanked her for giving you a reality check. she only nodded and coughed into her tissue once again, “it’s up to you to pick between your amazing and sincere best friend or my brother who’s probably only interested in you for your fighting skills.”

nodding solemnly, you cut the call and stuffed your phone into your side bag. by then, heeseung had walked up to your doorstep with an umbrella in his hand. 

“are you ready to go?”

your hands were sat on your lap as you watched the rain fall outside of the car window. you were sitting in a rather rigid manner on your seat as you listened to heeseung blabber about some olympiads he had won medals for. you felt bad because you weren’t paying any attention to what he was saying. you couldn't get jungwon off of your mind. 

the warmth he made you feel everytime he smiled and when the dimples on his cheeks showed. the way your heart fluttered when you watched him execute taekwondo moves with perfection and the way his face lit up with joy each time he was successful. the butterflies that swarmed your stomach every time you hugged him or held his hand. all of this, you had been brushing them away for so long thinking that this was a normal thing for friends. there was no way you could be more than that. but now realisation seemed to dawn upon you; you had been in love with him all along, perhaps even longer than he has been. 

looking next to you, you observed heeseung. he still made you feel nervous and excited, but you realised that this was a different kind of feeling. the kind you feel when you receive updates from your favourite celebrity. it was nothing more than a schoolgirl crush, the one where he was just good eye candy to admire. he didn’t make you feel the comfort and love you felt with jungwon. and you didn’t feel the same way about him either.

you have to see jungwon, right now.

shuffling through your bag for your phone, you frantically checked the time. you still had fifteen more minutes to go before his match started.

“heeseung can you please take me to x stadium instead? i’m so sorry, but i can’t have dinner with you today, i have to go.”

heeseung frowned, “what happened all of a sudden? is it that urgent?”

“yes it is, please turn the car around.”

he nodded, still confused. he was about to question you but stopped when he saw you hold up your phone to your ear, trying to call jungwon so you could tell him you were coming to his match. he received missed calls after missed calls from you, but he didn’t pick up any. his phone was probably with the coach.

soon, heeseung stopped the car at a red light right across the stadium. you asked him to unlock the car door and thanked him for the ride. 

his eyes widened, “are you going to walk in the rain? it’ll just take me five more minutes to make a u-turn.” 

you shook your head, “there’s no time for that, i’ll miss jungwon-”

“you’re going to see jungwon?”

“yes, i’m sorry for leaving you like this but i can’t miss out on his match. i forgot about it till today,” you sighed, “i also need to tell him something.” 

you breathed out in frustration when heeseung just stared at you blankly, not complying to your request. reaching over him you turned off the door locks. you had just stepped one leg out when he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. 

“i thought you liked me.”

you looked at him with surprise. what is he playing at? judging by the pissed off expression on his face you could conclude that he was jealous because you were ditching him for his rival. 

you gave him a small smile, “i was wrong.” 

slamming the car door shut, you dashed off into the rain and crossed the road towards the stadium entrance. you always found the main leads in movies crazy to be running in the heavy rain towards their lover, but you finally understood their situation today. a stupid smile was graced upon your features and you couldn’t wait to tell jungwon everything you felt about him.

upon entering the stadium, you immediately ran towards the direction of the changing rooms and were met with your coach standing in front of it. his eyes widened momentarily upon seeing you all soaked.

“y/n you’re here? what hap-”

“is jungwon inside?”, desperation laced your voice as you questioned him. he nodded, “yes, but he has to be out soon-”

you cut him off once again by thanking him and entered the room behind him. the slam of a door being shut, startled the man standing in front of you, making him drop the water bottle he was holding. he faced you with eyes as wide as saucers, clearly not expecting to see you here.

“you came? but what about your dinner?” 

you paced towards him and smacked his shoulder, “screw that, why didn’t you remind me of your match even if i forgot?” 

he winced as you whacked him once again, “you know this is equally important to me as much as it is to you!”

he caught your hand when you were going to hit him again. “i didn’t want to disturb your date, i know how badly you want to be with him.” 

he tried to mask the hurt on his face by putting on a small smile, but you could see it in his eyes. “this is just one match, i would have told you the results anyways, you didn’t have to-”

you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his white uniform and smashing your lips onto his. jungwon froze for a few seconds but then slowly closed his eyes and cupped your face as he kissed you back. he tilted his head to deepen the kiss and moved his lips with more fervour. the kiss soon turned messy and heated as you both let out your years of pent up feeling you couldn’t say. his lips were cushiony soft and tasted like vanilla and peppermint. your brain felt like it turned to mush as you moved your lips against his addictive ones. damn, if you knew he was such a good kisser, you would’ve asked him out yourself long ago.

your knees were about to give out from the intensity of the kiss, so he wrapped one of his hands around your waist and pulled you flush against him. when you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore you pushed him by his chest away slightly, but he only chased your lips for more, muffling the squeal that came out from you with his lips. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your nose, your cheeks and continued to pepper kisses all over your face, making you giggle in glee. he pulled away and held your face as if you were the most precious gem in the world. you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked at his lips which were swollen and glossy from kissing. 

“i like you so so much y/n”, his cheeks bunched up and his eyes crinkle at the corners from smiling so happily. 

you kissed the dimple that appeared on his cheek and grinned at him.

“i like you a lot, too pretty boy.”

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do a scenario about Nemona, Penny and Arven with a real who has type null please? Maybe something about it transforming in Silvally?

YES NULL/SILVALLY TIME

I have one in Sword who I call "Bestie", and it's carried me through the Crown Tundra DLC. I want it in Violet so badly aaaa

Also this just reminded me of my fic that I wrote prior to Sun/Moon's release. Ya'll can give it a read if you so desire <3

That being said, this scenario will be like a sequel of sorts

........

Revealing Type: Null--or "Nully" as you've affectionately called it--to your friends was something you were initially nervous about...

But today was finally the day.

Moving away from Alola to attend school here in Paldea was quite the stressful journey, especially for your masked companion who had never know any place besides stark white labs and sandy beaches.

People kept warning you about how dangerous it was, but you never listened...and now your bond with the mysterious normal type has never been stronger.

Ever since you rescued it from an Aether Foundation facility that exploded due to its rampage, it put its trust in you and loved you unconditionally.

Learning the truth behind that supposedly "good" organization and its leader broke your heart. Although nothing devastated you more than realizing Nully had been held captive there as both experiment and prisoner.

You've tried researching its species, checking for notes and hacking into secret files the foundation kept under lock and key--and you discovered that Type: Nulls were basically created as "tamer" versions of Arceus, even having memory discs similar to the plates manufactured. They were meant to kill the Ultra Beasts should they invade Alola.

Instead, they went on a rampage (of course, that's what happens when humans try replicating a god's powers) and were confined to masks and put into cryogenic stasis. The whole project was deemed a failure.

As tragic as it was...you were relieved to have found Nully when you did and get it away from that horrible place.

Even so the mask still made it feel absolutely miserable, but unfortunately you couldn't find any further information on how to remove it without causing your precious Pokémon serious injury. There were no visible clamps to unlock, pulling it off would only cause it great pain, and cutting seemed too risky.

The only benefit was that it made Nully immune to critical hits, but the cons definitely outweighed the pros.

Maybe one of your friends knew more about the Type: Null species, and so you decided to call them all over for a picnic if they had free time.

All you could do was pray that they didn't lose their cool and scare your companion.

That's the last thing either of you needed.

Arven was the first to arrive, with Mabosstiff at his heels as usual, but he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the bizarre-looking Pokémon standing by your side. You could tell he was trying not to look too worried, considering the poor thing was hiding behind you now.

Still, it's obvious that he didn't have the slightest clue what he was looking at, so you explained everything to him: where you found Nully, why it looked like a rejected Arceus, and the memory discs you kept in a small folder.

So far, you haven't figured out how to utilize them in-battle. But despite the space they took up in your bag, you refused to throw them away.

"Are you sure there isn't a slot for these somewhere on its mask?" He stared at one of the floppy discs, before glancing back up at Nully, squinting. "It looks like there should be one."

"We've been pals for nearly three years, Arven..I'm pretty sure I would've found the slot by now if there was one." Shaking your head, you took it from him, sighing. "My only option is to get that thing off. The slot's probably on its body somewhere."

"Right...maybe there's a stomach hatch or-"

"¡Mira! You were right, Penny! They do exist!!"

"Nemona, slow down!! They're not going anywhere!!"

Hearing the shouts of two certain ladies from afar, you and Arven looked to see both Nemona and Penny coming over the horizon. The student council president was dragging the poor girl by the arm, with her stumbling to keep up and not lose her glasses.

When they arrived, Penny was dazed and annoyed as she scowled at Nemona, tearing her arm free of her iron grasp. But her attention was quickly set on the peculiar Pokémon who was cowering behind you yet again.

"Wow...I..never thought I'd see one up close before.." Adjusting her glasses, she gazed at Nully with interest.

"You've heard about them before?" You asked.

"Back in Galar, I found some top-secret stuff about Macro Cosmos trying to make their own instances. They literally stole the blueprints from the Aether Foundation."

"...yikes." Nemona remarked, tilting her head as she tried getting a better look at Nully herself. "It seems shy. Maybe a battle will help it-!"

"No battles, at least not right now." You smiled apologetically, patting it on the head as you looked at each other. "I know you're nervous, Nully..but it's okay. They're nothing like the jerks back in Alola who used to pick on us. They're my friends. You can trust them, I promise."

Nodding its head, it relaxed its haunches as it cautiously stepped away from your side, gazing at the trio and seeing their smiles, too.

They weren't looks of pity.

They seemed genuinely thrilled to meet it.

It stood there for some time, taking in everything you've said to it and thinking about how far it's come since you rescued it that fateful day.

Somehow, it knew it was always meant to be your companion--from the very moment you held it as it cried in the Pokémon Center, reassuring it that it's not a monster, but a sweet creature worthy of love and care.

Ever since then, your friendship has grew...and now it feels stronger, willing to put its life on the line for you if need be. Even though most of its powers have been concealed, it didn't feel like some weak and helpless lab experiment.

Oh no.

It was far from that now.

Thanks to your bond, it felt unbelievably strong.

So much so that....the normal-type realized an extraordinary change was imminent.

And you were about to witness it.

"Look! Nully's glowing, [y/n]!" Nemona pointed, her eyes widening as your companion was basked in a familiar light. "Is it evolving???"

"Oh my god...I think so." You gasped, never realizing the possibility of it evolving, but you're now certain that friendship is what triggered it at last.

The most noticeable thing were the cracks that started appearing all over its helmet, pieces of what you assumed was indestructible alien material falling apart. Nully shook its head vigorously, trying to get rid of it as much as possible.

Then it turned its attention to a nearby boulder, letting out a cry before performing a move similar to a Headbutt, ramming into it and letting the rock shatter the helmet completely.

At last, it was free.

When the glow faded, you and your friends gazed in awe as Nully looked back at all of you.

With its mask finally gone, what lied underneath it was a beautiful creature made of both nature and machine, with a beaklike mouth that smiled proudly.

"Nully...?" You murmured, stepping closer.

"Ally." It chirped, walking up to greet you.

Tears began forming in your eyes as your grin widened. "I can't believe it...friendship was all it took to-"

Suddenly, your rotomphone decided to ruin the sweet moment by flying out of your pocket.

It displayed a new entry in your Pokedex, and you grabbed it to read what it had to say, while Arven, Penny, and Nemona checked their own phones.

"I see, you're Silvally now." You gazed back up at Null--Silvally, watching it bow its head respectfully. With a small laugh, you mimicked the gesture, before petting it lovingly as you sighed. "Wow..."

You noticed one of the metal bolts on its face open up like a CD player, indicating that something had to go in there-

"Wait.." Remembering the memory discs, you took one out and held it up. "Do you want me to use this?"

Silvally nodded, although before you could do anything, Arven interjected.

"Hold on, which memory is that?"

"The Dark Memory. It probably just changes its type, but I believe this represents all the pain Silvally had to endure while being trapped in that mask, not knowing what it did wrong or why people shunned it for simply existing." You placed a gentle hand under your companion's jaw. "But now I think it's ready to turn that painful memory into power. So let's see what happens.."

"Silllllv!"

Carefully inserting the disc into the open slot, you watched as it closed up. Then you stepped back, seeing the colors and spikes on its body turn smoky black.

Even its eyes changed, and when they opened they looked even more menacing than ever.

And they stared directly at you.

With a low growl, it crept closer to you, while your friends held back..tense and worried that the pokedex entries were correct: this wasn't something you could so easily control.

There was probably a very good reason for the mask-

Yet any hostility Silvally seemingly expressed disappeared, as it smiled and licked your cheek affectionately, causing you to laugh once more. "Hey, that tickles! C'mere you!"

Hugging its neck, you grinned as you received even more kisses, hearing it purr with happiness. You petted its feathery crest, relieved that it completely trusted you now.

"Wow..it's way cooler than Arceus!" Nemona laughed. "Do you think I can battle it-??"

Silvally just shot her a wary look, and she immediately fell silent, a nervous smile on her face. "Haha, you're right. Not yet. But I swear we're gonna have an epic battle one day!"

"Yeah, one day. But for now, I have something special for this big guy."

"Sill?"

You managed to regain its full attention with a simple yet supereffective move of your very own:

It's called "chin scritches", something that none of your other Pokémon could resist receiving.

The mask obviously made it difficult for Silvally to receive proper affection back then...and you vowed to find a way to break it so you can do just that.

Now it was free of that awful and heavy thing, having a brand new life to look forward to: battles, friendships with other Pokémon, and more.

Even better?

Your three closest friends in all of Paldea were here to witness its evolution--a sign that despite all the odds...your bond was unbreakable.

[vyzoi]

Okay! I have decided to make a moot hall of fame with your official titles that I gave you either out loud or mentally in my head.

@inu1gf - Bestie - we go way before I joined tumblr. I met them in a Genshin domain when I randomized a co op domain last year in September

@sakuramakii - The OG - they’ve been my moot since I started this blog and they still press the like button on my posts (lowkey wish you would post more often so I can do the same)

@saesbangs - Sweet Moot - Fellow Sendou Defender- they’re so nice and they support my Sae simping I support their Sae simping too. I asked them what they thought about Sendou, and they straight up defended him and sort of wrote a deep dive on his character. We love Sendou in this household!!

@asaedw - My Bae - The Sae To My Rin - she called me her bae first when we were hyping each other up after she made a fanfic for me when I was sick. I call her the Sae to my Rin because I look up to her like Rin would to Sae. She’s been on my dash for a while and she’s been one of my favorite fanfic writers and she inspired me to write fics too

@emichanted - The Hype Girl - she’s making me all excited and hyped up whenever we mention spamming my inbox. Only My Bae and The Hype Girl can spam it because they wrote fics for me when I was sick but I think everyone knows that now, I say it any chance I get.

@luvynii - My Number One Fluff Fan - they’ve hyped me up ever since my first fluff fic. Just about most of the fluff fics I have, they’ve read it.

@inojuuy - Loyalist Liker - they see a post from me speaking out on my thoughts or other content I make, they hit that like button.

@thetwinkims - Loyal Reblogger - they reblog every single fanfic I make and they’re quick with it sometimes too. It’ll be posted for a second and BAM reblogged and liked

@wettvagina - Ex Tumblr Partner - we used flirt in their comment sections, I hype them up when they’re stressed out over college, and we have this inside joke. We did act like we’re in a enemies to lovers relationship. We cheated on each other and now they’re my ex

@something-i-can-never-have - Flexible Moot - we like the same games and I got them into Blue Lock so we can talk about many things and just not one subject

@itoshhi - Cute Moot - My Tumblr Wife - literally every interaction we have, she says the cutest things. It makes me feel warm inside not gonna lie. Wanted to marry me in the comment section so I’m now married to her.

@hygienic-law - Sendou Hater- has been hating on him ever since I mentioned liking him!!

@laslowchan - Twin Moot - we’re both aroace and autistic. We also love the Itoshi brothers and Kaiser. I appreciate the likes and reblogs. We’re so nonchalant too, we don’t have to talk to one another, just exist.

@minlahzz- Discord Child - Nagi to my Yukimiya - yes I do have MDNI on my intro post but min is the exception!! I met them in the same server as my Sendou Hater. I’m protecting this kid at all costs now. They’re the Nagi to my Yukimiya because we vibe so well together. Also, because I pretty much have the qualities that Yuki has and they have some of the qualities that Nagi has. They love Nagi very much.

@jwmiooa - Discord Lurker - she ominously types and she also reads the chats but never says anything unless something peaks her interest. I admired that so I took a few notes and now we have an alliance.

@sunathetuna - Fellow Yukimiya Simp - we actually first met when I made a Genshin poll. Suddenly, I got a notification from them but this time, their profile is Yukimiya themed! So I just HAD to let them know how goated they are!

@demiitria - Supportive Moot - we’ve been moots for a while now. We just haven’t talked until the middle of this month. We started talking to each other when I became a huge fan of Yukimiya. They hype my playlists up and they tagged me in a Yuki fic! I know I have their full support <3

I will add more if I accidentally forgot about you or if I deem someone hall of fame worthy

I have so many moots and I hardly interact with some of them

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences Roundup 2024

Thanks for the tags on your writing round ups @run-for-chamo-miles, @drowninginships, and @emeryhall! I just got back from a weeklong trip and instead of doing laundry, I'm joining in on the roundup fun.

FIC I moved from lurker to active fandom participant this year with a bang. I posted my first fic ever for EGF and have basically been writing or posting non-stop since then. I wrote/co-wrote 5 fics this year and clocked in at 101, 725 words.

Kill Em With Kindness - rated T, 6.5k, Watford-Era, getting together fic

When no one seems to care that Baz is sad, Simon steps in to help. The only reasonable explanation for all Simon's kindness is that he's trying to kill Baz, right? (My most popular fic as measured by kudos.)

Knock Your Socks Off - rated T, 4k, Watford-Era, 7th year fic

Baz steals Simon's socks. Simon blames the sock monster. Chaos ensues.

The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch - rated M, 42k, Addie LaRue AU, a truly epic romance

Told in two alternating timelines that span from 1700s Hampshire all the way to early 2000's Washington, DC, this fic follows Baz as he spends centuries searching for the love of all his lives. (This was the fic that convinced me I could write long and holds a very special place in my heart. Is it angsty? Yes. Is it some of the most beautiful prose I've ever written? Also yes.)

The Boy Next Door - rated M, 47k, and they were neighbors AU, a coming of age romance

When Simon moves in with his gran, he decides to befriend the mysterious boy next door. He changes both their lives in the process. (My most popular fic by literally every other measure.)

The Reason for The Season - rated T, 1.6k, text fic, co-written with @thewholelemon

Dev and Niall make a list. Holiday hijinks abound. (A bday gift for @mooncello)

ART I do not currently have a great way to track my dolls and searched my Instagram to do the math, only to realize I hadn't posted every doll I made either! (If anyone has a good art tracking system, I'm open to ideas.) If my count is correct, I clocked in at a grand total of 35 dolls this year, including:

10 Simons

15 Bazzes

2 Pennys

2 Nialls

2 Devs

1 Mage

1 Fiona

1 Agatha

1 Shep

The picture below shows my earliest dolls, where I was still experimenting with style and form. As you can see, many of them are quite flat. (Fun fact: All of these dolls--including their clothing--were made before I owned a sewing machine.)

Going 3D was actually an accident, but we have the Watford Baz and Simon below to thank for it! After committing to 3D dolls, I kept evolving my pattern---improving joints, proportions, and adding details like ears!---until we reached my most current iterations.

Now every doll has their own special pattern that takes into account their canon proportions, where available. Notice Baz is tall and slender where Simon is extra fluffy!

I did not include any of the dolls I created for COC 2024 since I assume everyone has seen them already, but I linked the master post in case you missed a day.

Finally, in addition to dolls, I also created 2 plushies (a merwolf and a bunbaz) plus 12 finger puppets this year.

It's hard to quantify dolls like fics, especially since almost every doll before COC did not have a dedicated tumblr post. However, here are some fun art stats:

Most Popular Art Post: The Watford Map

Most Popular Doll: FIONA!

Second Most Popular Doll: Felt Smut (Look @emeryhall! Dragonboy Simon is indeed the sexiest given that this is my duplicate of your doll!)

I also had three art collaborations this year:

Baz and The Prophecy - Doll and Tapestry, a COTTA collaboration with @iamamythologicalcreature

Ballet Baz and Disco Simon - a CORB collaboration with @melodysmash (Read the fic she wrote--Body Language. It is as adorable as these dolls!)

Watford Advent Map - a tapestry made for COC 2024 with help from @rimeswithpurple

While it has definitely been a fabulously productive year, I think my greatest achievement has been all the new friendships I've fostered because of fandom. Y'all bring me so much joy, and I am so happy I found this little corner of the internet.

I am currently drained of all creative energy (I can't imagine why!), so you may not hear from me for a while. However, I promise I am still around---likely catching up on all the fic and art I've missed while being a literal word and doll factory. With all that said, if you have an idea and wanna collab in the new year, I'm all ears and tons of fun!

Hellos and high-fives for the last time in 2024! @alexalexinii, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @aristocratic-otter, @arthurkko, @artsyunderstudy

@best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @bookish-bogwitch, @confused-bi-queer

@cutestkilla, @emeryhall, @facewithoutheart, @harrie-leithillustration, @hushed-chorus

@ic3que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @katatsumuli, @larkral, @letraspal

@martsonmars, @messofthejess, @mooncello, @noblecorgi, @orange-peony

@raenestee, @rbkzz, @roomwithanopenfire, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee

@stitchyqueer, @supercutedinosaurs, @talentpiper11, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @theimpossibledemon

@valeffelees, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold

[lyzuos]

from the depths of your very soul, i seek the purest devotion

#SUMMARY | you and rafayel reflect on your wedding day, and memories flood the forefront of your mind just as waves break at its peak.

#WORDCOUNT | 2.7K (they/them pronouns were used however reader is also referred to as "bride")

#WARNINGS | none but there's a tiiiiiiiiiiny bit of angst if you squint

#AUTHOR'SNOTE | helloooooo! this is definitely not my first tumblr account BUT it is a first for my current fixation: love and deepspace :333 yes this is a rafayel fic, no rafayel is not my main (i love him heaps but sylus has me by the cl!t) AND AND AND I AM PRETTY SURE THIS IS ALRIGHT BECAUSE MY FRIEND WHO REALLY LOOOVES RAFAYEL LIKED IT (i wrote it for them) but regardless if i mischaracterise him in any way please let me know!!! i did my best to do a little research on his character beforehand since it’s a marriage fic which meant even more research BUT I LIKE IT SO I HOPE YOU DO TOO HEHE

[if you prefer to read on ao3 here’s a link! I ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST OF THE SONGS I WAS LISTENING TO WRITING THIS SO DO WHAT YOU WILL :3]

valentine’s day was always a special day for them and rafayel; it was a day to reminisce on moments they both shared that inevitably led to their marriage. whether it was countless promises they made to one another or the way that the world was more vibrant in colour whenever they were in each other’s company, rafayel had never been so sure in his life to devote himself to them for the rest of his life. today was different; the light reflected off their wedding rings had an otherworldly lustre that was difficult to not notice. the grooves and etches on gold contrast the gemstone’s royal blue hues, gracing a love that has transcended bloodshed and the passage of time.

“you know i hate waiting, especially not on our wedding day…” rafayel pouts as he sees them head inside the dressing room, wanting to greet the stylists before helping them get ready for the most important day of their lives.

“rafayel, after this there will never be another moment where you would have to wait for me,” they start as they quickly pace towards him and cups his cheeks, “i’ll see you very soon, i won’t be long.” and rafayel instinctively leans down to bring their foreheads together. “don’t disappoint me.” rafayel sighs before grazing his lips against theirs, a fleeting yet tantalising show of his affection.

they regretfully part ways and get whisked to opposite wings of a beautiful, isolated seaside manor rafayel bought for their wedding venue. the island was rich in flora and fauna, the scent of salt heightened the loving atmosphere the artist had spent months curating for this special day. red and blue pigments scatter numerous flower arrangements; flame lilies and blue poppies sway and stand out in silky white tapestries and sturdy marble sculptures. the sun slowly begins its descent to meet the crystal water, urging the sky to morph and transform into warmer tones that reflect off the powerful yet calming waves that crash against the terra in a gentle rhythm.

everything was perfect, just as the lemurian pictured it. he notoriously took the creative lead throughout this year-long ordeal. from the moment he proposed to them to when he would inevitably marry his bride once more, there was absolutely no margin of error. in this lifetime - and all lifetimes hereafter - he would give himself wholly to them; today was the day to give them his heart, his eyes, the very essence of his existence and lay it bare - as raw and untainted as it was - for their collection.

sunlight peaks through cream french windows and scatters softly through the sheer curtains, landing on the drapes of their wedding gown. a colony of seagulls pass by in the distance, their shadows cast on the train of the dress, on intricate lace patterns that float just above the well-loved hardwood floor.

raven hair just above their shoulders flow with the breeze, small strands here and there frame hazel eyes and ethereal facial features. almond nails intricately painted to match the lace on their gown and lips that match the -nth bouquet rafayel had asked to be given to them throughout the day. everything felt surreal, the shower of compliments that the designers were drowned out by the ebb and flow of the ocean just outside the dressing room. its unobstructed view of the shore comforts your ease and excitement; they couldn’t distinguish one emotion from the other when they were about to declare and affirm the culmination of endless devotion and love for a man who had given them nothing short of his body, soul, the universe itself.

rafayel had spent aeons dreaming of this moment. he couldn’t count how many times he had fallen asleep kissing them as his wife; revelling in their embrace as his one and only for his home to see, love as persistent as the waves. the vastness of the oceans cowered at his revere towards them, the depth of cerulean seas remain incomparable to his overwhelming fondness.

so why was he so anxious?

custom-made cufflinks felt a little too snug around his wrists, the crispness of fresh air dulled ever so slightly from ragged breaths. the artist continues to pace around his quarters, leaving the final touches to whoever was responsible. rafayel runs a hand through his hair to calm himself down, just before he stops to stand in front of the piece partially concealed by thick drop cloth.

he breathes in and out, grounding himself by noting down the art supplies gathered at the expansive easel, how the sun reflects off of pigments laid out just underneath the canvas and how just a slightly stronger gust of wind could tip over the plethora of paintbrushes sitting at the edge of the weathered wood.

months, if not years were spent to procure the perfect colours, thousands of miles covered to scavenge materials, endless hours blending different ratios to create identical tones - emotions at that - to replicate, to allege what was going to be a perfect ending hundreds of years ago.

it was the two of them graced by coral and marine life, the rays of the sun slicing through the ocean as they kissed and the waters blush at the site. the warmth of the sea burns through flesh and bone; both souls submerge themselves in a promised permanence. their bodies cradle against one another and arms bring each other impossibly closer while their fingers intertwine, waltzing into a love so searing, so boundless that they irrevocably capsize.

to rafayel it was far from complete, not a day has passed wherein the lemurian hasn’t accentuated the numerous, breathtaking ways the light scatters and reflect off his underwater sanctuary, how the sea glides through your veil and hair, and the curiosity and joy of the schools of fish nearby. he had spent weeks to refine how he would hold you with such reverence, the state of your bodies moulding into one another with eyes closed in newfound acceptance of a lifetime full of cherishment.

the rings he handcrafted alongside his artwork were missing; the final touch, the seal of belated matrimony. pictures inevitably yellow with time, paint hardens from neglect and crystals could get scratched or lose its brilliance, yet rafayel was so insistent - he always was - that a bond such as theirs triumphs any interference, not again.

“i remember being so nervous right before the ceremony.” rafayel sighs as he snuggles against them, the glint coming through the palladian windows of his studio urges him to bury his face in their chest as they both lie down on the couch. they giggle as they take in their surroundings; the flickering of the candles by the porcelain sculpture, the salient wax meeting rose petals that garnish versailles parquetry. it has barely changed since the first time they walked through the gates of his studio and yet it felt like they were seeing everything for the first time again, saturated and set ablaze by compassion.

“and yet your vows made me cry a whole new ocean.” they reply as they absentmindedly play with tufts of his hair in an attempt to ease their embarrassment. rafayel looks up at them after he kisses along their sternum and collarbones, finding their arm that was once draped across his waist to bring his lips to their fingertips.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he starts until he begins to admire the ring he gave to them on that fated day, temporarily entranced until the heat from their face spreads to their hand and onto his own. “for my commitment to you will forever remain thalassic, an inextinguishable flame reserved for my better half. the culmination of power bestowed by the sea god and countless predecessors before is insurmountable to the impression you’ve left me.”

the sun sinks further into the horizon, colours of procured embellishments shift with the dusk and mellows down to a mutable, pristine palette - just as the artist envisioned it. rafayel’s entourage of wedding designers, himself included, ease as the wind calms down as expected as they were fearful the decorations would get carried into the breeze and drift seaward. he double checks the arrangements once more, taking into account the near-colossal artwork placed to the right of the altar to compliment the cliff face of the island situated on the left.

“incredibly picturesque, i’m at a loss for words… i wouldn’t expect any less from an artist… truly remarkable, mr. rafayel.” one of the designers speaks up as she watches rafayel take a few steps back to get a holistic view of the venue.

“thank you,” he begins, his chromatic eyes trained on how his intricate plans manifests in the soft flame from lanterns, the sea bells, lavenders and armeria that constitute the wedding arch and the string quartet - clad in white from head to instrument with corresponding fauna - tuning for a final time. “it’s everything they could have ever wanted, nothing short of it.”

“but is it everything you could have ever wanted, rafayel?”

“of course. and this time, we will never be separated; the bond between us pulses to an unsung melody of fate’s mercy, and i vow to commit it to memory in every lifetime."

the bouquet felt heavy in their hands, the veil masked too much at this given moment. it was cold now, they shivered as they walked down from the wing at the manor and the heat of the candles could only reach so far. they could only process a few things: the string orchestra, the petals and seashells that outline the altar’s path, the crunch and crackle of their heels against the grass, the air with the fire, and the bubbling excitement of a few guests.

the sun begins to sink into the sea far off in the horizon, hues of orange akin to a flame, purple and pink mingle with the near-cloudless sky and dyes the seas. sun glitter dwindles down to a trick of the eye through the lace, and the excitement trickles into silent albeit keen admiration.

they didn’t even realise they were already a couple steps from the altar, the shrouding of their senses left a liminal effect; what began as a spark years ago now welcomed a warm, steady fire that lit up an otherwise inhospitable, frosty night. they step up into the platform, the contact from who led them there dissipates as the guests sit down and the island’s biota continue their chorus in time with the strings.

rafayel let go of the breath he was holding. he saw the twilight tones dance across their skin, the sea reflect the gloss and shimmer on their features - let alone the glint in their eyes as they saw the draped piece behind him, and the wind stylising their hair and the flow of their wedding gown. he noted the crowd’s reaction to the gown’s extended train, with lace that uncovered oceanic life, lemurian scriptures and totems that correspond to the motifs carefully sewn into his attire, that which holds significance in his bride’s life. he gazed back at the manor, towards the horizon on the other side of the island, far from other islands or countries. exiled from duties, obligations and surrendering to natural forces but it was far from disorienting; this was where he imagined himself to be all his life until now, and never had it felt so gratifying to wake up from a dream turning into reality.

There is no denying that you bring a colour to my life that is impossible to replicate.

Be it the countless red, orange flames that gave us company on an island such as this, or the yellow hues that greet our morning conversations as soon as we wake.

On the contrary, the seeds we sprinkled throughout our relationships blossomed from lush shrubs to expansive trees, from which we can learn to sustain and protect ourselves from the physical and mental strains of our lives.

Never was I disappointed in losing you not once but twice, yet a part of me used to drown in conceptions of our bond being severed one day.

But my love, time and time again does our love percolate through fate’s ill intentions; let it be known today that the chains that once prohobit what is rightfully ours have long rusted.

Just as the ocean can be relentless, unruly and hard to transverse, there is clarity and tranquility that can lead us to places and ideas so beyond us; we may not be perfect, but our time and efforts drive the force of the currents in our love.

Time spent become medleys, intimacy etches through my being with ink, growing and becoming alongside you is a forever changing process, earthenware that doesn’t get kilned - rather bisqued with unending passion and vigor that supersedes carvings, paintings, reincarnations of us and that to come.

rafayel slowly unveils his own depiction of their marriage, so identical it’s as though the universe cut from the same cloth and patched it across all possible instances of him and his beloved bride - the fine seamstress she was. a white-gold frame encrusted with the very same jewels on their wedding bands could only be deemed appropriate for a piece conjured to represent their symbol of everlasting union. what was left of the sun was found in their tears of joy and the soft glow of gold that covered the paintbrush, now brushed across their fingers and forever engraved in their magnum opus. the saline atmosphere heightens sensations he had yearned for and their shared temptation to come back home was eager to be satiated.

Our bond is a mosaic; our lives are composed of shards that differ in material, colour and shape, cemented by an immaterial connection.

The pieces scatter themselves across the cosmos, migrate across the waters, melt and harden from the flames.

Though these shards were ardous to procure, were often brittle, and seemed as though they could not find a place in our work, every piece had exceeded my expectations.

For this work had been imbued by your own vision, blessed with your essence. I see it in the way our art glows regardless of the time of day, the miniscule cracks that fracture the light even further and how it perfectly arranges to a void only you could close so beautifully; there was nothing that felt impossible to create, to refine, to actualise.

their shared laughter waltzes with the gale, the sand between their toes propel them further to the sea; garments, formalities, veils and uncertainties were abandoned on the shore, never to be recovered. the saltwater sinks through their attire as rafayel travels deeper to the ocean floor. the fusion of shades of sunset and coral colonies swirl by them and as rafayel swims feverently. not once had either of them had to look back, for there was nothing that could hinder their journey to the sea floor, to the rest of their lives.

I am the artist; swayed with textures, compositions, colours and mediums.

they dance with the currents, sway with the drifts and touch foreheads once they settle down from their excitement. there was truly nothing left to say, no defying of providence; their marriage was a curtain call of lifetimes constantly searching, escaping and longing for his bride to come back to him.

bodies close, breaths synchronised, lips sealed and the sea is tinged pink. both their worlds were now aware of their union, commemorations spread from the wings of seagulls, the clinks of wine glasses and the proflic, vibrant seascape. they were finally reunited; just as pearls produce layers upon layers to develop an otherworldly radiance, they had shone the brightest in that moment despite being far from the surface.

should they choose resurface or not and continue to live out their lives as one, was no longer a wish but a promise without precondition.

And you are my muse: that who inspires me to become more than I am and who I ever could be, the inferno that smoulders tenderness you give to myself and the world around us, and the sea that cleanses that which taints me, leaving but the true amalgamation of an artist's love.

[ceslatoil]

Ghost Filbrick AU

So a few weeks ago I was in the group chat and I pitched an idea for a fic (not writing it anytime soon, I have enough projects on my plate for now!) and it’s about the Pines family visiting Ma Pines before she moves to an assisted care facility. Main idea is that Dipper and Mabel meet Filbrick’s ghost who is trying to hinder the move, and the family trying to get him to move on. Lots of family drama ensues.

I wrote like, a scrap of a script draft for it if y’all wanna read it below:

(Scene: The grown ups, including CARYN, STAN, FORD and COOPER, MABEL & DIPPER’s dad, are all up playing cards. CARYN pulls out the Tarot Deck)

Caryn: I call this one “Last Man Standing!” You put down a card and the other player has to put down either the same suit or card number. If someone plays a major arcana card like wheel of fortune or the star, they can switch up the minor arcana suit. If you play death or the tower, the other players draw four. Whoever has zero cards wins!

Dad Pines: Grandma I think you just reverse engineered Uno

Stan: Dad wouldn’t buy us more than one card deck, so we made due with Ma’s tarot.

Ford: I thought it was to keep you from cheating the deck

Caryn: Both things could be true! Now hush.

Stan: … Coop is everything all right with Dipper? It’s not my business but… he seemed pretty cagey with ya earlier.

Caryn: Cagey? The kid stormed out of the room in the middle of dinner! Granted it was *my* cooking, so I can’t really hold a grudge on that front. (*plays a card*) That’s The Fool, so we’re reversing direction.

Ford: … It just doesn’t seem like him.

Coop: … that’s been the norm lately, I’m afraid. I don’t think he’s handling the divorce well, with me moving out and I just haven’t been around as much since then.

Ford: Mabel told us in one of her letters you were in family therapy together?

Coop: We’ve had a few sessions, yes. She loved it, got along great with our counselor. I think she asked a few times about becoming a therapist someday! But Dipper doesn’t really participate much during the sessions. He just sulks in the corner, like he doesn’t want to be there at all.

Stan: He’ll get over it. He’s stubborn, but not the type to hold a grudge.

Ford: I can’t imagine any of this is easy for any of you.

Coop: Weirdly enough, me and Annie— uh, Annie and *I*— have gotten on better than ever. Divorce was the best thing to happen to our relationship, it’s like we’re finally friends again?

Stan: Divorce ain’t so bad, I’ve done it at least six times now!

Caryn: I thought about divorcing your father, but he died before I got around to it. Suit change.

Ford: when did Dad pass?

Stan: … ‘97.

Ford: … I see. (*silence*)

Caryn: … Let’s not talk about funerals right now. God knows I’ve been to enough of ‘em. I’m just glad one of ‘em didn’t count. (*pinches Stan’s cheek.*)

Stan: … me too, Ma.

Ford: … Last Man Standing

Stan: Like hell you are, you shit, draw four!

Ford: … that’s not the tower, that’s a Stan Buck!

Caryn: Don’t tell me you’re still making Stan Bucks! You know damn well that’s not how money works!

(This next part is self indulgent and idk if I’ll include it in the fic proper)

Caryn: Now Stanford… let me ask you a question. Why the hell have you been hiding your left hand in your pocket all night?

Ford:…. I don’t know what you mean— HEY!

(Caryn pulls his hand out of his pocket, examines his second ring finger)

Caryn: Stanford Filbrick why does it look like you have a wedding band on your finger?

Ford: …. (*sighs*) because I have a wedding band on my finger.

Caryn: AHA! Here we are moping about death and divorce and you sit on good news like that! Who is she? Who’s your wife? Where’d you meet her, what’s her family like, what does she do?

Ford:… I don’t have a wife. I have a husband.

Stan: The guy used to live in the dump and now he’s a millionaire inventor running for president.

Caryn: You married McGucket?! Me and the girls canvassed for him this year! Wait till I tell that Janine, that’ll get her to pipe down about her Chiropractor Son-In-Law for once!

Coop: I really like his policies on infrastructure, very forward thinking!

Stan: Eh, I’m voting third party. Nothing personal, I just don’t want a brother in law who’s commander in chief. It would make thanksgiving a nightmare.

Ford: You’re a felon, you can’t vote at all.

Stan: That hasn’t stopped me in thirty years!

Ford: So Ma, you’re… fine with—

Caryn: Sweetie, until this morning I thought two of my sons were dead and one cut all ties. I figured I deserved it. Sitting back while your Father gave you all grief for nothin. I told myself if I ever saw you again I’d take you as is, and I meant it.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Stolen Angel - part 2

Demon!Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he’s a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Obsessive behavior. Brief smut 18+. I’m sure there are typos. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it’s fine. I wrote that one too.

Words: 1551

Part 1, Part 3

He moans so sweetly for such a strong, toned man. And it’s odd.

As he moves in and out of you, filling and stretching, his lips graze across one of your cheeks before he makes his way to the other, his nose nudging yours between those kisses. 

You try to meet his thrusts harder so you can get him to fuck you faster, but he plants a giant hand on your hipbone to hold you in place so he can continue at the pace he wants. It is not a pace you are used to, and certainly not one you expected, but you don’t hate it. 

Eventually, you succumb to it, you thrive in it, and when he flips you over and you sink down onto his cock, you keep it slow. You would like to think his hands on your waist are stopping you from increasing speed, but they just rest there, occasionally moving to your ass or breasts and gently squeezing. 

“Beautiful,” he sighs, eyes locked onto yours. “Absolutely beauti–”

You shoot up at the sound of knocking at the door, instantly groaning at the ache of your healing back. There is more healing to be done, but you’ve made rapid progress, and, to your dismay, you’re slowly starting to get used to the weight of the new appendages. You’d resisted accepting the wings at first, but after multiple mornings of waking to find them still attached to you, you gave up on the idea that any of this could be a dream.

There’s another knock. You have no idea why he bothers, seeing as he hadn’t bothered with politeness when he invaded your body with whatever drug he used to get you here. But then, true to character, he opens the door and walks right in despite your missing permission. 

The small tray in Jake’s hands is covered with an assortment of what appears to be familiar foods, but you’re no more certain that they are real than you are certain that the view outside of your window is real, or that he is real. There could be a monster under that handsome disguise. A fitting figure to match how he has treated you. His skin could be an unnatural color, bones twisted and mangled, teeth razor sharp, with eyes to compliment his misplaced soul. 

You hope you’re wrong. You hope you didn’t let a creature like that inside of you. 

As Jake nears, the blaze of his gaze over your body is unashamed and cuts into your skin like a heated knife. “Tell me you didn’t sleep in that again,” he says, disappointed.

You glance down at the dark brown smock cinched at your waist with a thin piece of rope; the first item of clothing given to you after your wings had finished growing.

“What happened to the nightgown?”

“It’s see-through," you huff.

“And?” he questions, setting the tray on the table beside your bed. “I’m the only one who will see you in it, and I’ve seen you in nothing at all, so what does the opacity of the fabric have to do with your not wearing it?”

“I don’t like it."

“So what did you do with it?”

Your eyes flick to the fireplace on the other side of the room, the fire long burnt out since its lighting the night before, and Jake’s head turns to follow. He sighs, clicks his tongue, and says, “I’ll bring you another.”

“I don’t want anoth—”

“You need to eat,” he interrupts, nudging the tray closer to you. “You haven’t in days.”

You get a better view of the fat, green grapes, and thin apple slices next to cubes of cheese and round plums. All foods you enjoy… coincidentally? No, suspiciously. You’re increasingly wary of the hints telling you that he knows so much about you.

“Not hungry,” you tell him, crossing your arms like a petulant child. 

“Yes you are, you little liar. I heard your stomach groaning from down the hall,” he replies with a slight smirk. “So, you’re going to eat whether you want to or not. I don’t need you getting any ideas about starving yourself until you’re skin and bones,” he says. “That’s not to say I wouldn’t still find you appealing, but I prefer the woman I love to be a touch livelier than that.”

Just when you think you’ve gotten over the last of the nausea, another wave rolls through you—you would rather be skin and bones than be anything that pleases him—but then the sickness is overpowered by a rush of gritty determination. 

“I don’t care what you like or prefer,” you spit back. “You want to dress me up and feed me as if you’re trying to play house, but I am not your girlfriend, I am not your wife, and I am not your toy. All you’ve done is kidnap me and put me through unbearable pain, so drop the bullshit.”

Jake’s fists are balled at his sides by the end of your words, face harshly contorted, eyebrows knitted, and the corners of his mouth tipping down. 

“You think I wanted you to hurt?” The low rumble of his voice shakes the walls. The vase of flowers on your other bedside table shatters. A small frame you’ve never noticed before falls from its hook and smashes to pieces on the stone flooring. “You think I enjoyed hearing your screams? I wish I could’ve taken it all away, but that's not possible!”

You stand sharply, sturdy despite the tremor of the floor, and try pushing him back, but he doesn’t budge this time. He’s like a brick wall, tall and six feet thick. 

“You could have left me alone!” Your fists slam into the rock-solid muscles of his arms and chest and shoulders; anywhere you can reach. “I’m not meant to be here! I don’t belong! I’m not supposed to be whatever the fuck you are, I'm supposed to be human!”

Jake snatches your wrists, presses them together, and wraps one large hand around both. Your eyes widen and wings fan out to keep you steady as you’re forced into a seated position on the mattress. The room descends into still silence, and with a tightening grip, Jake leans in until his nose nearly touches yours. 

“You are meant to be with me,” he growls. “You are my Angel, and you couldn’t return to your old life even if I released you. You are not human. This is your home now.”

You try your hardest to hold your position in the stare-off, but you're distracted by a bright red that begins to seep into the green of his eyes, like little tendrils slithering from the pupil and infecting the iris. It's barely noticeable, but it calls for you to back off, to stand down, and though you don’t want to, you have to look away. 

“I hate you,” you grumble.

Jake exhales heavily as he straightens to full height. “You will learn to love me,” he says. 

You look up to find all traces of that red gone. “How could I? Why would I even try?”

“Because I saved you from a miserable life in a useless world. Because no man could love you like I do,” he replies. “Because before you knew about any of this, you enjoyed having me in your bed.”

When he goes to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear with the hand not holding your wrists captive, you jerk your head to the side. “Bastard,” you mutter.

Jake chuckles dryly and releases you, but there is a warning in that chuckle, a threat in the way he frees your hands. You can feel it—how he wants you to understand that he will have no problem putting you in your place if you refuse to cooperate, but that for now, for reasons you’d be wise not to test, he's willing to be lenient.

“I don’t know what we are going to do about that rude mouth, Angel,” he says, crossing his arms. “I’m getting a bit sick of it.”

“Yea, well, then maybe you took the wrong girl.”

His lips pull into a closed-mouth grin as he stares down at you, almost in examination. After a few seconds, however, you realize it’s not examination, it’s adoration. He’s not scanning your face as if to memorize all of its fine details now that he has ample opportunity, he’s gazing appreciatively at what’s been previously memorized. As his eyes drink in your features, you’re starting to believe he could map them out in complete darkness if necessary; he could paint your portrait with no source of light. They follow the curl of your eyelashes, trace the bow of your lips, give attention to each faded freckle as if caressing a long-lost lover. 

“No, I didn’t,” is all he says before he turns and walks to the door. He pauses halfway through and points a finger at the tray of food. “Eat,” he demands. “And I want that attitude sorted out by the time I come back.”

Plucking a grape from the bunch, you hurl it his way as the door shuts behind him. You miss, of course. Because, somehow, he’s just a tad too quick. Somehow, he’s always one step ahead of you.

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[ruinix]

Hello, lovelies.

After the anon, I have been told about talks about me. I've seen them. Posts where i'm being mentioned and called out on without my knowing. Even touching on a different topic beyond the fics I wrote like my previous reblogs, which i tried to delete but I don't have hours to scroll down everything. It made me cry my eyes out more.

Well, i guess there is nothing to defend. I've written four dark fics now. It is very much disgusting, yes, but it is Dark Romance. A genre I liked. What I learned I liked since I came into terms that I am into cnc irl which somehow translated to writing noncon to take control of the idea. I am so fucked in the head. But i get it. They're real people. Still the fact remains they're RPFs. Real Person Fiction.

I, now, remember why I chose AO3 over Tumblr years ago (i was what 13/14? Got exposed so early in my life). People over there just understand that RPF are actual fiction. Warnings are respected over there. Once you filter them out, you don't go reading them. There you can go to different fandoms and do it. Actors and actresses even got their own fandom as who they are. As them. Not as the roles/fictional roles they play. Just them. Them with a reader. Them with another person of the opposite gender or the same. So that's RPF too.

Literally anything. They're made into a character.

That's what fics are. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Dark. Angst. Angst/Comfort. All of them are literally the actual person in a seperate image. The differences are the topics being touched on.

Not once did I see a person talking down to a writer because the fic that was too dark (aka dead dove in AO3, topics which are so much more darker)). Because they read the warnings and respected it. Not your cup of tea, scroll. Bye. I've done that. Hell, I even excluded happy endings when I wanted nothing but tears at the end of their 100k fics.

Like what I've learned in AO3, I put warnings, because I know people needed them. I need them because I read my fics too and I wouldn't read anything that I do not want atm. So many warnings. So many different tags for this blog. I guess it's not enough because people would still read beyond the break. Four fics. I've written four dark fics.

In my head, there's always been isolated boxes. Quinn in my fics is different from actual Quinn. Never will it be. No matter how hard I think of Quinn as a sweet guy, a sweet partner who will do anything for his love interest, I will never know if he is actually that sweet. I fully believe he is. But I am also someone who sees people as good before I get broken into pieces when I learned they are actually not that good. These isolated boxes has been a great way to cope. Different realities of several people I've met and see online. All for my happiness. Maybe because I daydream a lot.

I've given a lot. Even a shred of myself as I write every fic. I was the first reader. I wanted to be loved so passionately that it hurts. I've never been loved like that (not yet? Maybe?) so hopefully, in the daydream, people will also yearn for it as much as I do.

For my dark fics, I wanted people to feel safe that even if they loved something so dark and fucked up things, they are free to do so. To explore and learn their hard limits. That's exactly how I learned my limits in my society that all sex is taboo. Even safe and consensual sex are taboo. I've never had the discussion of sex. No sex education in my previous curriculum. We were thrown out in the wild. Discover shit on our own. I hated that. I hated that I had to be exposed to pornhub, only to learn it is far beyond real. I hated that I had to explore books to learn my hard limits and how to be safe on my own.

Well, this is me rambling. There's nothing much to say since I've really written fucked up things. Nothing to say beyond how I view real Quinn different from any of the Quinns I've written. Because he is and will be.

[Edit: Previous post and New things I will be implementing for this blog is in this post]

[festivating]

do you have any headcanons around galinda's mothers in silk chiffon (aka the best mothers ever) that you could share? (also how do galinda and elphaba celebrate mothers day w them, pretending that it exists in oz) (wish i had moms like that thx for writing them 💛)

Great questions omg. Some headcanons of my beloved old women yuri:

Probably not surprising to hear they are both huge social butterflies and very extroverted women, and that's part of the reason why they got along so well and fell in love so quickly

They met in their late twenties! And have been married for 30 years by the time the story starts, so they had Galinda about 10ish years into their marriage

They were hugeeee workaholics during those 10 years and though they always wanted to have a baby they wanted their business to be prosperous before they did!

Revealing how much they are based on chenzel w this one but Kalena is 3 years older

I still cannot decide how Galinda was conceived so this is subject to change but what I'm rocking rn is that she's some sort of baby made via magical spells so she is the bio kid of both of them. Kalena carried her tho

We didn't see any of this in the fic but both of them have pretty big families so Galinda actually has a ton of aunts and uncles and cousins

They're like. Micro celebrities in Frottica everyone knows and loves the Uplands

They like to throw parties and organize events <3 and they're all so lavish and cool and insanely organized. I know their birthday parties are legendary

They still love working a lot but their schedules became a lot healthier once they had Galinda because she became their top priority the moment she arrived (also she was a high maintenance baby I know this for a fact)

I get so 🥺🥺🥺 whenever I think about them with a young Galinda because that baby was so wanted and adored and pampered. They're both such good moms and always encouraged her to be exactly who she is. They showed up to all of Galinda's school events without fail and were so supportive of her. That's why Galinda is the way she is in the story, and why I wrote her pursuing architecture and having a wide range of interests—because her moms always told her to chase her passions <3

They both think the other one is the spoiling parent. They are both the spoiling parent

They also both think of themselves as the strict parent. They are both the strict parent (when they need to <3)

HUGE gossips tho Iliana pretends not to be. They know everything about everyone all the time

I want to say during Galinda's bouts of serial dating they were a little concerned about her. I touched upon this with Galinda telling Elphaba nothing felt right because she always felt she was looking for something more, and often felt she had to act a certain way around her gfs, and I think a part of her was trying to find something as genuine as what her moms had. She had a pretty solid baseline of what real love actually looks like.

As for mother's day! Galinda genuinely gets a little unhinged about it because she loves her moms so much, and she's always getting them little presents here and there but for Big Days she has to go all out. She's been planning Mother's Day outings since she was old enough to plan stuff, and she's been writing them very sweet and heartfelt cards since she learned to write lol. She gets them flowers and tries to chase down rare gifts they would enjoy, like vintage clothes or the first edition of some sort of accessory, old magic books, things they can use to decorate the house or the shop, so on and so forth. Yes she pays for all of that with her mothers' money but shhh <3

Elphie probablyyyyy did small, nice things for Dulcibear every year but she is wholly unprepared for all of Galinda's antics and extravagance, but she rolls with it and helps a ton because now those are her moms too and she loves participating and, obviously, they also want Elphie to participate :)

[mercuriians]

can't remember to forget you

content warning — some profanity, mentions of alcohol, references to terminal illness. reader’s last name is mentioned once for plot purposes later on.

author’s note — HI YALL 🥴 this is totally unedited & i wrote this at 12am. i just wanted to get this out as quickly as possible so bare with me. as a fair warning there is a LOT to unpack with the reader’s backstory, and to be honest 90% of this fic is literally just you brooding over kenji LMAO 😭. this is basically just an experiment so if u guys like this plz let me know so i can write a follow up!!

you really have no idea as to how such an important piece of information slipped your mind. two of japan's most recent superstar athletes were returning home at the exact same time. it would've brought a smile to your face in any other situation. if only those two athletes hadn't been you and him. kenji.

it's been years since you two have spoken. well, those years were spent productively, with both of you dedicating much-needed time towards your respective sports. he rocked the baseball field. you shone on the basketball court. but at the end of the day, behind all the sweat and arena lights and post-game interviews, there was a sharp pain that remained unresolved at the back of your mind. the last memory you have of kenji is still freshly imprinted. you had been at his house, and having recently heard the devastating news of your mother being terribly ill, you had come to him seeking comfort. little did you know that he was hurting too, with another fight having just happened between him and his father.

there was so much going on at the time, so much to worry about and so much pain in general, that all the pent-up feelings between you two had burst within one crucial moment. he kissed you, and you kissed back. clothes came off. you ended up in his bed. for a while it had felt like heaven because yes, it distracted you from the worry that consumed you from the inside out, but it had also made your most secretive wishes come to fruition.

until that moment, only you had known how deeply and utterly in love you were with kenji, and how strongly those feelings had grown since you two were fourteen.

there was nothing else that could have made you happier. even now, you remember the feeling of his strong arms around you, the feeling of his mouth against yours. the way your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly, so adoringly, as he whispered it into your ear. the way he hugged you so firmly after you two made love, as if he was afraid that you would disappear.

but then you also remember how something in him changed only a few seconds later. how the atmosphere grew dark the moment he pushed you off and told you to leave without even looking you in the eye. there's a part of you that wants to think kenji didn't mean to hurt you the way he did. it's the more naive, more hopeful part of yourself, spinning stories of how he actually didn't want you to leave, and he just said it because he didn't know how to cope with his own feelings. ultimately, it's all wishful thinking, borne out of a desire to believe that he maybe did really love you.

kenji broke your heart that night, and right now, even as you board the plane headed to tokyo, even as you put on a smile and sign an autograph for a starstruck fan, you admit that not a single thing has changed. you're still holding onto the past, and you hate yourself for it. especially when you realize that kenji probably moved on a long time ago.

"you alright?" your agent, himari, asks when you two sit down. she's one of the sweetest people ever, and you really don't want to lie to her because of the guilt that you know you'll feel. you meet her hazel eyes. you open your mouth to respond.

"yeah, i'm fine," you smile.

damn it.

as the plane takes off, you do your best to remove kenji from your mind, if only for a little while. perhaps inevitably, you start thinking about the very reason you've decided to finally come home. exactly two nights ago, there was a dream you had while you were sleeping. it was vivid in its entirety, and there was fire and people screaming and something very, very big in the distance, in front of what seemed like a sports arena. conveniently enough, there was some sort of fog surrounding the mysterious figure, but you didn't need to see it to know what it actually was. a kaiju.

you remember the words your mother told you before she passed away. it was an extremely painful memory, and really there was nothing in the world that could have encapsulated how helpless you felt when you saw her frail figure. she used to be so strong, so lively with everything she did and said. it took you a while to recognize the woman that laid in the hospital bed. however even with the tears that had stung your vision at the time, you heard the very last traces of her resolve within the very last words she said to you.

"when you're old enough, i want you to start what i couldn't. . to protect the world with the gift i'll give you. please. . just remember that i love you, and that it's worth giving things a second chance."

as you stare out of the plane window, watching the world pass by below you, the clouds mix together and blur into a white haze. a moment later, you realize that tears are threatening to fall from your eyes. you wipe them away with your sleeve before they have the chance to. i'll do my best, mom, you think, hoping that somehow she can hear you. i don't know where or how i'll start, but i will.

there's a lot of things waiting for you in japan, and you're not entirely sure if you're ready. but at the end of the day, it's your home, and you know deep within your heart that you'll do anything to protect it. sliding your sunglasses onto your face, you close your eyes and try to get some rest before the plane lands.

around twelve hours later, tokyo is there to greet you in all its glory. it's night time, but the way the city lights contrast so beautifully against the sky's inky blue-black canvas is more than enough to bring a smile to your face. "we're home, himari," you say to the woman next to you.

"we are, indeed," she breathes out.

“man, not even los angeles can compete against this,” you chuckle lightly. your words carry quite a lot of weight to them, especially considering how you were completely and utterly starstruck for the first couple of weeks you were in california. there’s a reason so many movies were filmed there. yet, tokyo remains on another level, still reigning as the undefeated champion.

fine. maybe you’re a little biased.

however, your smile fades away when you realize that the probability of seeing him—kenji—is at an all time high. chances are, he’s already here. waiting for you.

stop that.

you shrug off the thought, reminding yourself that he had probably moved on years ago. there was no use in entertaining an idea that had been burnt out for a long time. the only person that would end up being hurt would be yourself—and speaking from experience, emotional distress was a lot different than physical. physical pain you could handle. as a basketball star, you were pretty accustomed to them by now. ankle sprains, muscle cramps, even that torn acl from a year ago, which had hurt like an absolute bitch.

emotional pain was entirely different territory. and it was territory that you were not willing to cross. not again.

god, you were such a mess. maybe indulging in a momentary distraction wouldn’t hurt.

“hey, himari, you wanna know what i’m cravin’ right now?” you ask, a false smile creeping onto your face. the woman in question gives you a wary look, brows slightly scrunched together as if she already knows what you’re going to say.

“a good night’s rest before your interview tomorrow?” she asks flatly.

you shake your head. “alcohol. lots of it.”

“ms. matsuda, i don’t think that’s a smart decision—”

waving her off, you protest, “just for tonight, i promise. we’re back home and i wanna celebrate. and how many times have i told you to call me by my first name?”

himari stares at you for a few moments before lowering her head and heaving a sigh. “fine. . [name]. please take care of yourself out there. and be prepared—i’m sure quite a lot of people will recognize you when you walk into the bar.”

you smile in triumph, holding up your sunglasses. “i’ve got that covered. sure, having these on at night are a little weird, but i’ll just pass it off as the new trend.”

your agent gives you another slightly concerned look before bidding you a good night. and with that, you start walking to the nearest bar. it’s small, inconspicuous, and lit up with only one neon sign. all good indicators that there’s probably not a lot of people in there. you walk in, head held high, without any trouble. your footsteps are light and unhurried against the wooden floor as your eyes quickly scan the environment—eleven or twelve people, give or take, two bartenders, a potted plant over by the corner. and a vacant stool at the far end. perfect.

sliding into the seat, you drum your fingers on the freshly cleaned counter as you decide on what to order. “the denki bran looks good, think i’ll get that,” you mutter to yourself.

you feel someone take the stool next to you, but you don’t pay it much mind. at least until they reply to your words. “yeah, it is good. pretty bold choice, though.”

your mouth drops open.

you hear the person next to you snicker quietly.

the snail-esque speed at which you turn your head would have been comical if it had been any other situation. however, it’s anything but funny when your heart jumps into your throat, when your eyes widen with pure and unadulterated shock as they meet those of familiar gunmetal gray bordering on black.

kenji gives you a sharp grin that’s only a little bit sheepish. “nice to see you again, ace.”

[ask-outside-stars]

Hello Pines family I hope all is going well! My question is 'Has Will looked at his book (The Book of Bill) at any point after he got his memories back? And has the rest of the Pines family ever asked him stuff about the book?'

Also I got an AO3 and Tumblr account (This is my first ask on Tumblr) just to follow updates on this fic and properly view this blog without being stopped because I thoroughly enjoy it! Many thanks to you author for your story and it makes me really happy whenever i read something new about it! ♡

I'm so honored that my fic was worth setting up an account for and that this is your first ask 🥺💜Answers to your question are below the cut for length.

"Hey, uh, Grunkle Will?"

Will turned in his chair to address the anxious voice behind him. "What's up, Mabelcakes?"

Mabel was holding something behind her back that she tentatively brought forward and held up for his perusal. Immediately his stomach sank at the all-too-familiar sight of a hastily cobbled-together black book.

"Ah. You found that, didja?" he asked, embarrassed.

"It popped out of the bottomless pit this morning," Mabel admitted, setting it down on the table between them as she hopped up onto her own chair.

"I was WONDERING what you guys did with this old thing," Will chuckled as he flipped through the pages.

"We tried to burn it," Mabel admitted. "But that didn't work so we threw it in the pit. It just now came out."

Will whistled lowly and leaned back in his chair a little. "Damn. That must have been, what, a couple of years ago? Definitely before I came back."

Mabel nodded, averting her eyes. Will frowned in concern and gently thumbed at her chin to get her to lift her gaze and look at him. "Hey, Mabes, what's wrong? We can toss it right back in if seeing this thing makes you uncomfortable."

Mabel shook her head. "It's not that. It's..."

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, practically squeezing the life out of him. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

Will returned the hug, rubbing up and down her back.

"Hey, it's nothing less than I deserved after everything I put everyone through," he said. He looked back at the ugly thing on his kitchen table and gently pulled Mabel away from himself so he could look her in the eyes. "I wrote this book when I was in a very desperate place. And this was BEFORE I busted out of the Theraprism. Frankly, that was so long ago that I can barely remember what I wrote."

"Whaddya mean?" Mabel asked.

"Well, I know it's only been a couple of years for you all out here, but I spent two MILLION years in the Theraprism before I managed to escape. It's a place that exists outside of time and space as we know it, so time flowed a little differently there than it does here. It's why I'm so..." He gestured broadly to all of himself and that sent Mabel into a wave of giggles. Will smiled in response and opened the book again to a seemingly random page. "So, yes, it's been a VERY long time since I've seen this book."

Mabel watching him thumb through the pages for a moment before asking, "Do you wanna read it together?"

Will blinked in surprise at her. "Why would you want to do that?"

Mabel shrugged. "Because I wanna know more about you, Grunkle Will, and about how much of this book is true. Did you REALLY try to get DOLPHINS to build you a portal?"

Will grimaced and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Not my proudest moment, admittedly..."

The laugh he got in response was well worth the embarrassment and he stood from his chair, scooping up the book and gesturing for Mabel to follow him. "How about we make it a family night? I'll tell you guys which of the parts in this book are true, which ones I made up, and answer any questions you guys might have. We can all laugh at how big a loser I used to be together."

"You're NOT a loser, Grunkle Will," Mabel chided, punching his arm.

"Hey, I said I USED to be a loser. Now I'm super awesome! I've got my memories back, I'm out of that nuthouse, I got my Sixer, and, of course, I've got you."

Will ruffled her hair, playfully knocking her headband loose and she swatted at his hands in retaliation, grinning as bright as a shooting star.