#his smile is cute as fuck i'm cryin

[mattslolita]

꒰ dealer!chris sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons ( 2 ) !

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꒰ SFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ offer to take bambi home on the first night they ever met — you're skeptical though, because you still live with your parents, and chris wasn't exactly well . . . the type you bring home to mom and dad.

"aw c'mon, can't drop ya off at home? why's that?"

"um...i'm not sure how my parents are gonna react cause y'know...just park down the street!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ sneak through your window all the time, mostly at night after he's gone a deal and wants to just chill with you.

"chris! can you at least text me to let me know you're coming?!"

"s'cute seein' you all scared when i come up, though."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ call you bambi alot when you first start talking, because he enjoys seeing how easily flustered you get from the nickname. he loves the way you clench your thighs and look away with a shy smile.

"hey bambi, don't get all shy on me, sweetheart."

"sorry..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ get scared and confused when bambi randomly begins to cry or tear up — he's not used to you showing so much emotion all the time, so he's actively always wondering if he's done something wrong and figuring out a way to calm you down.

"fuck, why are you cryin'? did i say somethin' wrong? did i do somethin'? talk to me, kid."

"it's just the picture of you and matt...you guys looked so cute when you were younger!"

"for fucks sake, bambi..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ immediately make it known that he's not all for putting labels on anything — you're a little intimidated by him and what he does anyone, so you're thankful for it at first.

"i know we're like fuckin' and whatnot but...y'know i'm not ready to uh, call you my girlfriend or anythin' like that..."

"no i understand! it's cool..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be very hesitant to take bambi on deals with him — he doesn't want to risk your safety, especially this early into you guys'. . .situationship ( ? )

"please, chris? i swear i can help! i'll get whatever bag you need me to get, while you count the money-"

"kid, you don't even know what half this shit is."

"i wanna go with you, now!"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ buy bambi small gifts to start off, because he's not exactly sure about what kind of things you like yet.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ ask matt small details about bambi so he could get a feel of how to act around you and what things he should start doing for you — matt knew immediately he was already becoming down bad for you.

"so like uh, what kind of shit is bambi into, bro? like, does she fuck with movies and shit, or what?"

"don't you think that's the kind of thing you should be askin' her yourself?"

꒰ NSFW! ꒱

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ never do anything bambi would be uncomfortable with doing — believe it or not, you were a virgin when you met him.

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ in the beginning, bambi was only comfortable with doing over the clothes things — he'd let you grind on his thigh until you came,

"s'good baby, all fucked out on my thigh...come on angel, cum for me..."

✦ or he would use your vibrator on you, watching you squirm around in his lap when he turned it up and watched your toes curl at the sensation.

"oh fuck chris, please..."

"doin' so good mama, that feel good, huh?"

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ take it easy with bambi once you tell him you want to try oral sex with him now — which leads to the very first time he's ever eaten you out, at a frat party upstairs,

"wan' hear all those pretty noises when i eat it, hear me?"

✦ and the first time you ever gave him head, whilst your parents were asleep and he came to spend the night at your house.

"f-fuck, jus' like that pretty girl, takin' my cock so well..."

dealer!chris would . . .

✦ be gentle with bambi when you decide you want your first time to be with him — he's constantly reassuring you, and he decides to ease you into it with missionary because you deserved something intimate and special.

( it was also the first time chris realized he might be in love with you. )

( lilly's corner 💌 )

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[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ DILF TOJI Ⅱ

Toji x fem!reader / part Ⅰ

Overview; Toji's a mean, cheating dilf

Warnings; 🔞MDNI, nasty awful SMUT, infidelity, slight dubcon, age gap, slight size kink, mean!dom!Toji x sub!reader, light humiliation, dirty talk, light spanking, hairpulling, light dacryphilia, making you call him 'master' 🥵 orgasm control, pn 'bitch', Toji ain't shaved down there 😏, i think it's 🐶 position??

Tormenting you with pleasure is dilf!Toji's favorite pastime, he absolutely adores that dumb look on your face as your tongue lolls out your mouth and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"You look like a pornstar, baby." He sneers, "Have you got no shame? You know this is the same bed where I knocked up my wife? Doesn't that make you feel bad? 'Eh, too fucked out to care, hm?"

He's right. He's totally right. You're too fucked out to care, to even form a coherent thought that isn't sinful. The pressure his fat, dirty cock exerts on your gummy walls is unbearable, almost crossing the line of uncomfortable.

Those nasty squelching sounds that your pussy makes when squeezing and sucking on his dick is outright delicious to him.

"Oh, Toji — " you mewl, pawing at his muscles.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you into an arched position.

"You better call me master in bed, or you're not allowed to cum."

"I'm sorry master!" you whine, feeling your hole clench and unclench uncontrollably around his nasty cock.

"That's better. Now milk my cock dry with that pathetic little cunt."

The way he stretched you out made you shudder.

And his thrusting... dear lord. Merciless. Unforgiving. He's ruining you for other men, making your pussy mold to the shape of him.

So many fat tears rolled down your cheeks that you started sniffling, hiccoughing, moaning; you sounded like you were really going through it.

"Are you fuckin' cryin'?" he cooed cruelly, "Can't take it?"

"No, I can take it! I can take it!" you cry determinedly, relaxing your little hole so he can get deeper. That puts a pleased smile on his face.

When he's close, he growls into your ear, getting balls deep even if your pussy can barely handle it.

His cock spits out thick, creamy ropes of cum. His big, veiny hand lands a harsh slap on your ass. He lets out another low growl at the sight of your ass jiggling.

"Now you can cum." he permits. "C'mon, show me how dirty this pussy can get."

You work it back on his cock like an animal in heat, panting erotically like some hentai voice actor. He just thinks you're so pitifully cute; just some dumb young bitch needy for a married man's dick.

"Keep going, get that relief." he encourages, intently watching you bounce your hole up and down on his messy cock. You've creamed all over him, it's being frothed up at his base.

And it feels so good when you reach the base of his cock with each sloppy move, because he's so thick there. You can feel his hair brush up against your skin, tickling it.

Even the buildup to your orgasm feels threateningly good, you have to cling to anything within reaching distance to comfort your body.

When it rushes through you, Toji just chuckles to himself. "Mmm, love that young lil' pussy. Look at the mess you made on my cock."

He forces your head down to look at all the cream and cum and slick all over his cock.

[ink-n-shadow]

Omg I am so head over heels for your bodyguard!simon AU ;w;

Nah because with my sensitive ass the “M’ not touching you again” would instantly make me sad like SO fast :’3

so, how would he react if she got all pouty because he said that? Because in all actuality she definitely wants him to touch her more often, yknow? Like it ain’t even gotta be sexual…probably-

🍋-

i like the way you think, anon🍋 >:) this one's not sexual (unfortunately) BUT it is cute and a bit angsty so enjoy

CRYBABY

𝜗𝜚 the one where you're drunk and bodyguard!ghost has to comfort you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!reader (link to all works in this au) 𝜗𝜚 cw: mean!ghost at first, then soft!ghost, crying for something small, drunk!reader

"what did i say when you were on vacation last month, hmm?" ghost grumbled as he lead you through the lobby of your apartment building, keeping a grip on your upper arm. "m'not. fucking. touching you like that."

you had gone out with the rest of your bandmates, having a few drinks (way more than you needed) to celebrate the upcoming release of your first album. you weren't completely wasted, but you were damn close—your face flushed, steps a bit wobbly, eyes bleary.

ghost kept as much distance between you two as he could, but he knew he had to help you walk. so he gripped your upper arm to steady your steps, walking slow enough to help you keep pace with him. he glared down at you, but when he noticed the pout on your face and the tears beginning to form in your eyes, his eyes softened.

it wasn't the usual bratty pout you'd use—no, this one appeared legitimately sad.

"y-you're so mean, ghost. i just—" your sentence paused in the middle as a hiccuped sob shook your chest, your free hand coming up to wipe at the tears and smearing some mascara down your cheek. "i just wanna hold your hand. but y-you don't like me. why don't you like me?"

ghost let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head a bit as he approached the elevator and pushed the call button. he moved to stand in front of you, his grip on your arm falling away. "dove, c'mon—you're ruinin' that pretty makeup on y'face." he thumbed at the mascara on your cheek, frowning under his mask as the black only smeared more.

you tried to push his hand away, but the amount of alcohol in your veins made your movements slow and uncoordinated. "i don't care, ghost. just like you don't care about me."

"god—would you stop that?" ghost grumbled out in frustration as he ran a hand over his mask, trying to regain his composure before looking back down at your teary face. he lifted a hand up to grip your chin, forcing your eyes on him. "i obviously fuckin' like you. i wouldn't be walkin' you home from the bloody club if i didn't, 'kay? you're just drunk right now—and you get a bit emotional when you're drunk."

you sniffled up the tears lodged in the back of your throat as your unsteady eyes met ghost's, skin warming at the way his gloved fingers trapped your chin in his grip. "t-then why won't you just hold my hand? i-it's not like i'm asking you to kiss me or date me or somethin'. it'll make me feel better."

ghost let out a scoffed breath as he turned away from you, shaking his head and grumbling something under his breath before you felt his leather-covered fingers lace with yours. the elevator dinged and pulled open with a hiss, and ghost gently tugged you inside with a squeeze to your hand. "there—happy now? gonna stop being a little crybaby about it?"

as soon as you felt ghost's hand in yours, a drunken smile smeared across your lips, warmth coating your skin as you stumbled into the elevator behind him. "you have big hands."

"jesus." ghost muttered with a shake of his hand, using his free hand to punch the button for your floor and watching the elevator doors close in front of you two. "don't get used to this, 'kay? m'only doing this because you're bloody cryin' over it."

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[tainted-liquor]

'First Time Father⋆˚✿˖°

Father! 1610 Miles Morales x Mama!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles! TWs: N word usage, clueless Miles, n cussin !! W/C: 765 A/N: Miles is 26! Ty luvs

"Okay...Okay...she's gonna be fine, she's gonna be JUST fine..." Miles chanted in his car as he sped to the hospital. He gave quick praise to the most high that his dad was captain of the NYPD, otherwise, he'd be in a situation regarding his speed. He half-parked in the hospital parking lot before he flew up the stairs, gasping and panting as he stumbled into the delivery room. He was clearly trying his best to remain calm as he ran to hold your hand. As soon as labor started though, he fucking fainted.

He fell face-first on the floor for a couple seconds before getting back up, wincing in pain and pinching his nose gently. "I'm okay love, don't worry about me-!" He muttered as he continued holding your hand. Truth be told, he was both elated and terrified of meeting his new baby girl. He didn't actually know what he was doing, and he was mortified to fuck it up. A storm of 'what ifs' and worries swarmed in his mind as he focused on his beautiful wife, feeling himself grow more and more afraid until...

He heard a cry break through to his eardrums, and the tiniest little hands raise up and fight being swaddled. Not even three seconds in the world, and she was already putting up a fight with her surroundings. Miles chuckled as tears pooled in his eyes, immediately breaking down at your bedside as he faced his daughter. "What's her name, love?" he whispered as he held the small pile of blankets...incorrectly. "I was thinking of Narai...or Zayani maybe? Which one do you prefer?" You asked with a tired smile and sleepy eyes.

And as soon as that little face of hers came into Miles's field of vision, everything was over. He knew then and there that he would lay his life down against anything in the world that even attempted to shuffle a hair on her little head. He held her as close as humanly possible, giving a death glare to the nurse who even raised her arms a fraction before turning his attention back to you. "I love Zayani" he nodded, tears silently coursing down his face. "Damn, how you cryin' more than me? I just pushed her out" you laughed as Miles shot you the nastiest glare of all time.

And from then on, Zayani became the absolute love of his life. He had her decked out in the cutest outfits ever, like this and this! There wasn't a second that passed by where he wasn't holding his daughter, explaining things to her that she gave no sign of understanding, and taking naps all snuggled up with her on the couch. You even have an album dedicated to Miles holding her wrong, which you just grew to accept he'd never quite learn how to do. "Miles. What the fuck are you doing nigga."

"I'm making sure she doesn't stop breathing in the middle of the night! What, I can't be a dad?" He whispered. You did absolutely nothing but chuckle and go back to your room. There was nothing in the world that could take him out of her crib, so you just left it alone. You retreated back to your shared bedroom, tilted the baby monitor so you could see the screen, and chuckled to yourself. You watched as he fell back asleep with the baby comfortably stationed at his side. He looked utterly at peace like he was finally relaxing for the first time in years.

You absolutely adored the bond that your two favorite people in the world had, it was like something out of a cute little Disney movie. When Zayani first started crawling and babbling, she made it very very clear who her favorite was, despite all of Miles's efforts. "C'mon Zaya can daddy just hold you for like five minutes...?" Miles pleaded with the infant as she clung onto the back of your shirt for dear life. She made a couple angry babbling noises before blowing a raspberry toward Miles. "You literally love me any other moment, but when I wanna spend time with you suddenly you hate me?" Miles frantically 'argued'.

They spent the next 5 minutes babbling angrily back and forth, with Zayani crawling all across your body as she shrieked at her father. Miles gasped loudly, resting a hand over his chest and pretending to be both shocked and deeply offended. "Don't you raise your voice at me, Chiquita! ¿Con quién hablas?!" he retorted with a look of amuesement.

"You're so adorable, c'mere-"

*CHOMP!*

"AAAAH-"

[luvlyycy]

Can I request a kof x reader? I'm desperate

GIRLY, MY LOVE, MY LIEGE MY EVERYTHING. I GOTCHUUU , i wrote uhh.. short scenarios for a few guys cus i like every man and woman in kof. <3 also, you cant top any of these men so.. they are all topping (men in here : kyo , iori , k dash , yashiro) n a bonus at the end..

KUSANAGI . KYO — (≧▽≦)

His smile stretches as he watches you attempt to stuff his cock into you, your palms flat against his chest. His hair is messy— still adorning his signature headband, gloved hands sliding up and down your hips.

" Awww , won't it fit ? " he mimics the face of sadness as he watches your face twist with frustration— "Ugh, Kyo— C-can—" this bet was stupid. Kyo and you had made a bet, saying that you couldn't possibly fuck yourself on his cock as good he could fuck you.

"Can you.. help me.. p,,, please??" you say, wiggling your hips on his dick for emphasis.

He lets out a dramatic sigh, "God, I guess I could." he grins. You lost the bet, as always.

YAGAMI . IORI — (｡uωu)♪

"My hands? You like my hands?" he stares at you as you nod. He looks at his hands, nails painted black, the middle finger painted red. "How much?".

He never thought asking you that would result in this debauchery— two fingers stuffed in your mouth as he fingers you with the other hand. Your eyes are rolled into the back of your skull, drool running down your chin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you—

"You really like 'em?" and you once again nod, quickly and messily. "Gah— mmngh, g'nna cuhh— nn!"

He doesn't smile but— you can tell in his head he is,

"Cum then, cum all over my pretty hands."

K , DASH — ヽ(･∀･)ﾉ

"You can take more than that—" he huffs, hands on the sides of your head as he drills his cock into your stretched out hole as you shake your head no. You had already squirted six times on his cock, what more could he want?

"I haven't came yet. I want more." he breathes, beads of sweat sticking to his caramel skin as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips— drool sticking to his lips as he pulled away.

"K— .. 'm cuhh—mm— innggg!!!"

He stifles a small laugh as he watches you writhe beneath him, sucking his cock in deeper and deeper before you begin to squirt— now pushing his cock out but he continues to push his cock in, regardless if your pussy pushes him out or not.

"I have to cum inside."

NANAKASE . YASHIRO — (≡^∇^≡)

"Fuckin' look at that— Pussy's cryin' f'me." he laughs out as he fucks you from behind, one hand on your ass and the other in his hair. You cry out his name into your pillow, only for him to grab onto your hair and pull your head up— lines of drool still sticking you to the pillow.

"Sl,, slower— puhhh— lease. Please!"

"Slower?? Aww, but your pussy loves this— so" thrust, "fucking–" thrust, "much!" . He's rewarded with your shuddering body as you begin to cum on his cock, further emphasizing his words.

"Thought ya said slow down. Poor baby. Pathetic lil cunt wants more n more of me! So fucking cute." he huffs in your ear, your small hand reaching up to wrap around his neck, thumb caressing the heart charm on his choker. "it's,, too— muhh— chh.."

"Too much, ya say? Yeah fucking right. Says the one cummin' on me like a fucking whore. I doubt it's too much— Think it's jus' enough."

☆ bonus ! ☆

VICE & MATURE — (○_○)！！

Vice licks on your neck as Mature is seated between your legs, thumb circling your clit as she tilts her head at you. She lets out a soft giggle— "Look at you, making a mess." she shakes her head in disbelief, mimicking a saddened tone. Vice giggles into your ear as she grabs onto your perky nipples, pulling, twisting— before latching onto one, her body leaning on one of your arms. Your cries of overstimulation are overlooked.

Mature reaches over with her free hand to caress Vice, nails dragging against the plump flesh of her ass as the red head continues to abuse your nipples.

"Ah, they're gonna cum again Vice. C'mere." Vice listens as if she were a puppy, but not before spitting down on your abused nipples and smiling cockily at your fucked out face.

Mature places her hand around Vice's neck, caressing her before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss— now using three fingers to pump into you.

They both turn towards you, Vice a bit more enthusiastic than Mature as she presses more kisses to blonde's face— red lipstick sticking to her delight.

"Aww, you're cumming—" Mature giggles out, as Vice leans her head against the crook of her neck.

sorryyy for being so late !!! please consider asking for more characters !!! i write everyone except rugal (maybe..) !! <3

[atinycafe]

APOCALYPTIC AMOUR — ch 01 [trackstar]

prompt; a tight-knit friend group's carefree days turn into a fight for survival as they navigate a zombie apocalypse ( ˘ ³˘)ﾉ☆ feat; ot8!ateez x fem!reader in this chapter; you meet new student yunho and present him to your friend group, you all have fun until— wrd count; 12.7k notes; all the characters in this story are 18+, the beginning is slightly inspired by the super talented @ohmyamor, this post in particular!!, mullet yunho 4 the win, idk if you noticed yet but i love it when a girl has braids in her hair and she adds those small jewels in them, i feel like i describe all my leads w/ that hairstyle im cryin, it's gonna be normal for the majority part of this chapter, so no crazy gore/horror yet (I JUST FINISHED WRITING I LIED THERE IS GORE AND I'M SCARED!!!), yall this was acc supposed to be a yandere story till i switched it up when jongho pulled up bcuz i felt like it, lssrfm & xikers cameo cuz i love them sm taglist; @eightmakesonebraincell (glad u like it bb!!), lmk if you want 2 b added 2!

"In a matter of moments, she'll be joining us. She's a sweet girl you'll get along well," whispers the director in a gentle tone, leaning forward across his mahogany desk, which acts as a partition between them. Yunho musters a forced smile, his slender fingers fidgeting with the rings adorning them. Irritation simmers within him. He endured an uncomfortable fifteen minutes on the rigid bergère chair, obligated to listen to the school director's grating voice against his wishes. The prospect of meeting a girl holds no interest for him; he is determined to navigate the school's corridors alone.

Just as he prepares to rise from his seat, tired of the interminable wait, a figure bursts into the room with a flourish. Before him stands a panting young girl, her hands clutching her knees, desperately gasping for air as though she has just conquered the most arduous marathon known to mankind.

"I'm... I'm here, lemme just—" she stammers, her voice catching as she raises a trembling hand, a solitary finger indicating her need for a brief respite, "the bus... late... San stole my... backpack... fuck I'm gonna pass out."

"Ah, such language," grumbles the elder man as he rises from his chair. Casting a renewed smile towards Yunho, he gently pats his perspiring forehead with a blush-colored tissue. Stepping over to the girl, who remains slumped in the corner, he addresses the other boy still sitting in shock, "Yunho, this is the student who will accompany you today. I won't detain you any longer. You may proceed." With a gesture towards the door, he guides the girl outside while she continues to lament her apologies to the older man, vehemently blaming a certain individual named "San" for the predicament.

Outside, she turns towards him, and Yunho seizes the opportunity to cast his gaze upon her, carefully observing her appearance. She's undeniably beautiful. The delicate braids in her hair, adorned with glistening jewels, captivate his attention, while her plump cheeks radiate with a gentle glow, evidence of the perspiration amassed during her hurried arrival. Yunho has always had a fondness for aesthetically pleasing things.

Suddenly, she breaks his trance, bowing earnestly before him. "I'm so so so sorry, I didn't mean to be late, I swear I tried to be on time, I'm usually never late. I got jumped by an oversized child annnnd I'm rambling." A flush of embarrassment creeps across her face as the realization dawns upon her, and she playfully scratches her head, feeling a sense of diminishment under the unwavering gaze of the tall young man standing before her.

Yunho's smile widens at the sight. She's cute. Extending his hand towards her, she eagerly intertwines her fingers with his. A rush of joy courses through him as he marvels at the stark contrast in size—his larger hand effortlessly enveloping hers, causing it to vanish within his grasp. He savors the velvety softness of her palm, relishing in the comforting warmth it radiates. His elongated fingers tenderly caress her wrist, their gentle movements akin to a graceful dance.

She reciprocates the gesture, shaking his hand before sheepishly wiping her own on her skirt. "Sorry, my palm is a bit sweaty," she admits, her voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness.

"Knees weak, arms are heavy," he absentmindedly continues, lost in his thoughts.

"Oh! There's vomit on his sweater already," she chimes in, recognizing the lyrics.

"Mom's spaghetti," they say in unison, both bursting into fits of giggles at the absurdity of the words.

"Anyway, I'm yn. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she says, her gaze meeting his once more. Yunho finds himself captivated by her eyes. They possess a playful sparkle, akin to the innocent exuberance he often sees in the younger generation. It's as if the weight of the adult world has yet to fully cast its shadow upon her, preserving a childlike wonder within her gaze.

"Yunho," he nods in response, his lustrous black bangs delicately framing his forehead, swaying gently as if in sync with his every movement, catching the radiance of the hallway lights and emanating a subtle glow.

"I know," she giggles, delicately covering her mouth with her hand as they begin to walk. "Well, since I've arrived late, classes have already started, which means we'll have the hallways all to ourselves," she proclaims with a mischievous air, a smugness in her tone. She playfully winks at him, and he joins in her laughter, reveling in the shared moment of camaraderie.

Continuing their stride, the sound of their sneakers occasionally creating a gentle squeak against the polished floor, she takes the lead, pointing out various corridors and imparting valuable knowledge to him. Her animated gestures and explanations paint a vivid picture of everything he needs to know.

Yunho would be dishonest if he claimed to retain any of the information shared by the student by his side. His attention is wholly captured by the gentle cadence of her voice, laced with an endearing accent, and the subtle grace with which she occasionally bites her tongue in contemplation. Oblivious to the details she imparts, he merely nods his head in response.

Instead, Yunho's eyes roam across the curve of her nose and the delicate flutter of her long eyelashes. His gaze then lingers on the slightly askew tie loosely draped around her neck and the oversized sweater that envelops her figure. A desire surges within him, longing to embrace her smaller frame within the warmth of his own arms, never to release her. An internal groan escapes him, a perplexing discomfort arising from the strange yearning he discovers within himself.

As they stand before the window, a stray curl cascades across her face, obscuring her vision. Yunho's instinctual response is to reach out and brush it away, but his action is abruptly halted as someone grabs his hand forcefully. He turns his attention towards the source, locking eyes with a shorter boy exuding a piercing intensity. Tension grips both their wrists, causing veins to bulge beneath their sleeves, marking the strain in their arms. Unfazed, Yunho arches an eyebrow in response, calmly meeting the gaze of the boy with a distinctive mole adorning his cheek. In that silent exchange, a challenge hangs in the air.

Their unspoken confrontation is momentarily interrupted as the girl finally shifts her focus from the window, her attention drawn to the unexpected arrival that has joined their company.

"Oh, hey Wooyo! What are you doing here? Yunho, this is Wooyoung." she beams at the boy, completely oblivious to the lingering tension in the air. As her gaze meets his, the previously intense look in Wooyoung's eyes undergoes a transformation, melting into a tender, lovesick expression as he sets his sights upon her. With a gentle gesture, he wraps an arm around her shoulder, leaning into her touch, their bodies fitting together snugly. A slight hunch forms in his posture as he revels in her presence.

"Missed my girlfriend, had to see you," he smiles, his gaze lingering on Yunho, a keen observer of the tension that grips the boy before him. With his hand still wrapped around her, he playfully toys with a braid, gently twirling it between his fingers. In that moment, a wave of warmth washes over Yunho, but it's not the pleasant kind. It's the kind that tightens his throat and makes the mullet he currently sports feel uncomfortably scratchy against the back of his neck.

With a sudden burst of force, the girl forcefully pushes Wooyoung away from her, her face flushed with deep embarrassment. "Stop saying that to everyone I introduce you to! You're so embarrassing, you fucking liar," she scolds, playfully landing a punch on his shoulder. The boy, unfazed by the punch, erupts into a contagious fit of high-pitched laughter, filling the once-empty hallway with joyous echoes. He seizes her wrists, swiftly maneuvering behind her, enveloping her in a warm back hug while still clasping her fists in his hands. Turning her gaze towards the taller boy, she apologizes for the unexpected spectacle that just unfolded before them.

An inexplicable tightness constricts Yunho's chest, leaving him struggling to catch his breath. He can't fathom why this feeling has taken hold of him. He understands that the two individuals before him are not romantically involved, as evident from the girl's earlier remark. However, the overt display of affection between them unsettles him, stirring a discomfort within his core. They exude an undeniable ease with one another, causing his stomach to knot with unease. Wooyoung seems to know exactly what's happening in the boy's mind because when the latter meets his eyes once again, he smirks.

Yunho finds himself irritated, yet he manages to maintain a polite smile nonetheless.

"Wait," she interrupts their embrace, her hand clapping in the air as she fixes her gaze on the student who had been hugging her. Suspicion colors her expression, and she hesitates before voicing her question, "what are you doing here, I know you have class right now."

Wooyoung locks eyes with her for a moment, a mischievous glint shining in his gaze, before swiftly planting a playful peck on her cheek. Without missing a beat, he dashes down the hall, his voice echoing through the corridors as he calls out, "Love you, president!" His laughter gradually fades into the distance as he disappears from their sight.

The girl lets out a groan, using her sleeve to wipe her cheek clean. It's in this moment that Yunho's attention is drawn to the blue marine armband adorning her right arm, proudly displaying the words "Class President." He notices the adorable Sanrio stickers adorning the Korean syllables, adding a touch of charm to the armband.

"Let me tell you, this guy," she exclaims, frustration evident in her voice, "he never attends his morning classes. Detention just isn't cutting it anymore. I should put him in jail." Finally turning her attention to Yunho, she offers an apologetic smile. Pointing towards a classroom ahead, she stretches her arms overhead. "That's your next period class. Just go on in, and the teacher will assign you a seat."

Yunho offers a gentle nod in response, prompting a genuine smile to spread across the girl's face. Initially intimidated by the boy's towering height and quiet demeanor when they first met, she now finds his mannerisms oddly reminiscent of a puppy, endearing her to him. His big, expressive eyes only add to the charm that she discovers within him.

A warm invitation escapes her lips, laced with empathy and understanding. "Do you wanna eat with me and my friends during lunch this afternoon? I know it can be challenging to make friends when you're new in the middle of the year." Her eyes crinkle with a gentle warmth, captivating Yunho's heart as he feels himself melt in response. Internally, he can't contain his excitement, overwhelmed by how incredibly adorable she is. He's practically screaming with joy inside.

"Actually, I already know someone here in the school that I need to find. It's 'ight," he replies, a playful grin adorning his face as he resists the temptation to pat her head. While a part of him feels a tinge of sadness for missing the chance to spend more time with her, he also realizes that if her friends are similar to the one he just met, it might not be the best fit for him. It's not about feeling intimidated or anything of the sort, but rather a desire to ensure that he presents himself in a way he won't regret to the girl standing before him.

"Oh really? Who? Maybe I can help," she offers, crossing her arms behind her back and tilting her head slightly to meet his gaze that had been concealed by his hair. Yunho responds with a gentle smile, his hand instinctively reaching up to brush his bangs aside, revealing his warm brown eyes. He finds joy in the way her smile widens upon catching a clearer glimpse of his eyes, their connection growing stronger.

"Song Mingi, but I don't think you know him, he's quite shy—" Yunho begins to explain, but his words are cut short by a surprised scream escaping the girl's lips. Acting swiftly, she retrieves her phone and taps the screen, revealing something to Yunho. She turns the phone towards him, displaying her wallpaper for him to see.

Displayed on the screen, amidst the small widgets and iMessages, Yunho's eyes meet a captivating image. It captures his childhood friend, Mingi, in a deep slumber, his cropped blond hair filled with an array of adorable pastel hairclips. Playful marker drawings of cat whiskers adorn his peaceful face. Standing in front of him is the owner of the phone, her face partially blurred but her radiant smile shining through. It's as if he can almost hear her infectious laughter echoing from within the screen.

"Uh yeah that's him," Yunho responds, his voice tinged with surprise. He hadn't anticipated her knowing Mingi. The girl nods affirmatively, her smile unwavering, and Yunho can't help but wonder if she ever gets cheek cramps from smiling so much. She moves behind him, placing her hands flat against his back, gently pushing him towards the classroom door. "Great! I'll come find you once your class is over, and we can go eat together," she declares from behind him.

As Yunho settles into his class, he can still feel the lingering warmth of her palms against his back. Throughout the entire lesson, the sensation remains, serving as a comforting reminder of the upcoming lunchtime rendezvous.

"Jongho I'm telling you, the moment I find San, I'm breaking his knee caps, I didn't even know what to tell Mr. Byun when he asked me where my things were." Yunho quietly opens the sliding door, intending to leave the classroom, when he catches snippets of the conversation. The familiar voice belongs to the girl who has been on his mind throughout the entire period. Yunho can sense her annoyance as she leans against the wall, one foot pressed against it for support, arms crossed over her chest, and a visible pout on her face. Beside her, Jongho doubles over in laughter, clutching his stomach in amusement.

"You think that's funny huh," the girl's growl is accompanied by a punch to Jongho's side, prompting him to playfully overreact, clutching the spot where she hit him as if it were truly painful. However, their playful exchange is interrupted by Yunho, who clears his throat to gain their attention. As they turn towards him, their expressions shift in response. The girl's smile remains warm and welcoming, while Jongho's smile fades into a more neutral, passive expression.

"Yunho! Let's go find Mangi," she exclaims excitedly, pulling Jongho along with her and intertwining her arms with both boys, one on each side. Yunho can't help but feel a sense of familiarity as she uses the nickname he had coined for Mingi years ago. Normally, he would feel uncomfortable when strangers used his private lingo with his friends, but strangely, he doesn't mind it this time. "Oh, by the way, this is Jongho," she introduces the boy next to her, gesturing towards him, "and this is Yunho," she adds, indicating the tall boy at her side.

"Wait, he knows Mingi?" Jongho asks, his confusion evident on his face. She simply nods in response, popping a lollipop into her mouth with a mischievous smile.

"You still haven't told me how you guys got to know each other," she inquires, peering at the paper of the candy wrapper, searching for the usual joke written there.While waiting for Yunho to answer her question, Jongho reaches over and grabs the candy wrapper, turning it around to show her the joke, pointing at it. She lets out a soft exhale through her nose, the joke genuinely amusing.

Yunho rubs the back of his neck, his fingers gently grazing through his hair. He feels a sense of relief that her focus is directed elsewhere. Her captivating eyes, so large and mesmerizing, have a way of stealing his breath whenever they lock gazes."It's nothing crazy, we were neighbours, and I kinda forced him to befriend me, like I'd walk him to school and eat with him during lunch even though we attended different schools."

"Wait that's adorable oh my God, he never told me that, did he mention that?" She turns to Jongho, her eyes widening with an expression of curiosity and delight and the latter feels his heart skip a beat, as if doing a somersault in his chest.

"N-no yeah, he mentioned something about a childhood friend pullin up," he stammers, inwardly cursing his sudden bout of nervousness.

"He told you and he didn't tell me, what the—" she starts to say, but her words are cut short by a loud scream echoing through the bustling hallways.

"Pres'! You comin' to practice today?" a boy dressed in a letterman jacket calls out, his voice carrying over the noise. He is joined by a group of similarly attired boys, some of them casually tossing around a football in a cliché manner.

"Yup! Wasn't planning on it, but I have to beat San's ass," she shouts back, not even bothering to turn towards the group of boys. Jongho understands the underlying tension behind her action. She wasn't particularly fond of building relationships with the members of the school's football team, except for the boys in their own friend group, of course. The sound of playful "ooohs" emerges from the group, earning an eye roll from her.

"You part of the football team?" Yunho asks, looking down at her and the boys she was conversing with. She locks eyes with him and bursts into laughter.

"No, not at all, ew, I would never. They're all gross," she says, turning to Jongho and pulling him closer, her hand gripping his bicep. "No offense, babe, but your friends are so annoying." He chuckles softly, too caught up in their proximity and the endearing nickname she always uses, oblivious to her playful jabs at his friends.

"I'm actually part of the cheer squad," she adds, and as the words leave her mouth, she notices Yunho's surprised expression. "Yeah, I know. I lost a bet against the umbrella twins, and they forced me to join."

"The umbrella twins?" he questions, seeking clarification.

"Oh, my bad. San and Wooyoung, the guy who stole my backpack and the one you met this morning," she clarifies, gesturing with her hands as she speaks, a habit that Yunho finds endearing.

Before she can continue, they are once again interrupted by another group of people approaching her. "Pres! The basketball team is going to take the 4th local today, but we already reserved it!" they announce eagerly. She leans back, taken aback by the sudden noise and movement, and Jongho instinctively moves slightly in front of her, as if to protect her.

"I'm not the only president here. Can't you go talk to Hongjoong? There are two of us for a reason," she whines, taking the hands of the girl in front of her and waving them dramatically.

"Eonnie, please, we've been searching everywhere and we can't find him," another girl pouts at her, holding her hands together in a pleading manner. However, her plea is cut short as the girl accidentally hits herself on the head with her tennis racket. The president instinctively brings her own hand to soothe the reddened spot on the younger girl's forehead.

"Alright, alright, I'll talk to Mingi and Seonghwa and see what I can do," she assures them, and the small tennis committee beams with gratitude before taking their leave.

"Fucker must be on the roof. I'll beat him up, always leaves all the work to me," she grumbles, resting her head on Jongho's shoulder.

"Mingi's in the basketball team?" she nods in response, Yunho's mind drifting off as if lost in memories. Before she can inquire further about Mingi, her attention is once again interrupted.

"Hey," a soft voice calls out from behind her.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, I just want to eat," she mutters under her breath, but when she turn around, she's greeted by Yeosang's face.

"Oh, hey babe," she says, wrapping her arms around Yeosang's frame, just below his own letterman jacket. He pats her head affectionately, and she continues walking, Yeosang taking Jongho's place by her side, his arm draped over her shoulder. "Oh, this is Yunho, Mingi's childhood friend. Yunho, meet Yeosang. Jjong and Yeo are our star quarterbacks; they practically carry the team," she laughs, introducing them to each other.

"Don't let Woo and San hear you say that, or they'll whine for days," Yeosang shudders in disgust, recalling the times when she mentioned things that made them believe she had a favorite among the eight boys. She laughs against him, and he finds himself enjoying the way her body shakes with amusement.

Yeosang then turns to Yunho, shaking his hand and nodding once as they make eye contact. "Welcome. Mingi mentioned that you were coming."

She gasps, clutching Yeosang's wrist in front of her and lightly digging her baby blue nails into his skin. "He told you too? Why didn't he tell me? I thought we told each other everything!"

Yeosang shrugs his shoulders, and with Jongho pushing open the doors of the cafeteria, the four of them enter and walk past the students scattered around. As they pass by, the students' eyes light up and they greet her with waves and friendly gestures. She reciprocates with a warm smile and waves of her own. It's evident that she is both well-known and well-liked among her peers.

She senses the tension emanating from the two quarterbacks beside her. Mistaking their annoyance at the attention she's getting for shyness, she reaches out and squeezes Yeosang's hand, feeling him squeeze back in response.

They finally reach the end of the cafeteria room, where the food counter is located. The options available for lunch consist of three combinations: penne pasta in a tomato-based marinara sauce with small meatballs, grilled chicken with a side of steamed vegetables, or a plant-based burger with a side of garlic bread. Each plate comes with a cupcake for dessert and a refreshing glass of lemonade to drink.

As they approach the food counter, Jongho reaches for the tray with the grilled chicken, only to have his hand swiftly slapped away by her. Her raised eyebrow and shocked expression silently convey her disapproval, and without uttering a word, she guides his hand towards the vegan tray instead. "But it has veggies!!, he whines and she glares at him. Jongho sighs and reluctantly grabs the vegan tray, rolling his eyes playfully as he moves behind them to let them choose their own plates.

Next in line is Yeosang, who reaches for the pasta option, but is met with another slap on his hand from her. Confused, he looks up at her, and she points to a lone meatball nestled on the side of the dish. Resigned, Yeosang lets out a sigh and reaches for the vegan tray, conceding defeat.

Yunho steps up to the trays, feeling her expectant gaze upon him. He turns to meet her big, doe-like eyes, and he finds himself unable to resist the unspoken request. Letting his hands guide him, he selects the vegan tray. A radiant smile spreads across her face as she slaps him on the back, the gesture strangely reminiscent of the way his dad had congratulated him when he made the decision to follow with basketball instead of baseball like his mother had wanted. Joining the two other boys, who had been observing the interaction with keen eyes, he settles in and waits for her to choose her food.

Jongho leans in, his voice a low whisper filled with a touch of disdain, "she's crazy about veganism don't mind her," he gazes with evident disgust at the trays before them, as if the mere sight of the vegan options is enough to make him cringe.

Yeosang nods in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, she picked up on it recently and now the whole gang's forced to change our diet, or she'll throw a tantrum," he says, casually stretching his neck as he watches the girl express gratitude to the food lady.

Their words are laced with a hint of amusement, as if they find her quirks endearing even in their exasperation.

As she joins them, she playfully points a finger at Yeosang, her voice tinged with amusement, "I don't throw tantrums, Wooyoung does, what I do is present well-reasoned arguments with tears, it's different," She then turns her attention to Jongho, her finger now accusingly pointed at him, "and I'm not crazy, just... passionate, you wouldn't get that huh, you depressed bitch."

Jongho responds by lightly slapping the back of her head, a playful reprimand for her teasing. They continue walking towards the other set of large doors in the cafeteria, with her pouting and following behind Yeosang, clutching onto his vest. She leans in close, whispering, "Yeo, Jjong is being mean to me." Yeosang lets out a resigned sigh, his gaze shifting towards Yunho, as if seeking support or solace in the presence of their new acquaintance.

"See what I have to deal with everyday."

The group of students passes through the doors, and Yunho's eyes widen in awe at the breathtaking sight that greets him. Before him lies a greenhouse, its walls concealed by lush, trailing vines and an abundance of vibrant plants. Despite the dense foliage, sunlight streams in from the glass roof, casting a gentle glow on the surroundings. Overhead, plants intertwine, creating a canopy of greenery that adds to the enchanting atmosphere. His gaze sweeps across the scene, taking in the sight of small fruit-bearing trees, their branches heavy with oranges and apples. A thriving vegetable garden flourishes nearby, brimming with fresh produce. Colorful flowers adorn every inch of the ground, creating a vibrant tapestry of blossoms, while a stone pathway guides his way towards a table occupied by familiar faces, alongside two new individuals. One, with a similar armband to the president he had met earlier, must be Hongjoong, leaving the other as either San or Seonghwa, as she had mentioned. His observations come to a halt as she steps into his field of view, her radiant smile and plump cheeks capturing his attention. "You comin?" she asks, extending her hand towards him.

With a slight hesitation, Yunho takes her outstretched hand, feeling a warmth spread through him as their fingers intertwine. Blush obvious on his pale skin, she doesn't mention it. She leads him towards the table, her touch gentle yet firm. As they approach, she introduces him to the two individuals seated there, confirming the identities of Hongjoong and Seonghwa. The atmosphere is welcoming, and Yunho finds himself drawn into the friendly banter and easy camaraderie of the group. He takes a seat among them, feeling a sense of belonging settling over him.

He notices how Seonghwa pulls her on his lap, his affectionate gesture catches Yunho's attention, and he can't help but feel a twinge of unease. He scratches his head, uncertain of how to react in this unfamiliar situation. As he tentatively picks at his peculiarly greenish patty with his fingertip. Oh, the lengths Yunho would go to impress a girl he hardly knows. A random girl who's most likely already dating someone from her fucking harem, he can't help but think.

With a sigh, Yunho brings the small burger to his lips, the size of it seeming insignificant in his large hands. He takes a bite, trying to mask his distaste as the dry bread and peculiar flavors assault his taste buds. He swallows it with difficulty, suppressing any visible signs of disgust. Seeking respite, he lifts the cup of lemonade to his lips, closing his eyes momentarily as he takes a sip, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat.

Meanwhile, he listens to her animated conversation with Hongjoong, her voice filled with complaints and the unfinished thoughts from earlier. And then, her attention turns to Seonghwa, her gaze fixed on him as she leans her chin against her own shoulder.

"Wait, where's Mingi?"

"He's talking to Mr. Zhang, apparently he got caught cheating for his dissertation, he might get a zero on it," Seonghwa murmurs, his voice muffled by the unsatisfying burger. He had initially wanted to go for the chicken option, but Hongjoong had reminded him of her preferences, and he reluctantly settled for the vegan tray. The food lady had given him a knowing look, as if aware of the compromise he had made.

"Pfft, I told him Mr. Zhang uses that crazy software, nothing gets past it," she comments with a mouthful of her own burger, her disappointment evident on her face. She quickly discards the burger onto her plate, exclaiming, "this tastes like shit oh my God."

The sudden attention of everyone at the table is drawn to her, and she looks around innocently, uttering a simple "what?" in response. One by one, they all join her in discarding their own meals onto their respective plates, emitting sighs of disappointment.

"Fuck thank you, I've been wanting to say that, is your phase over yet?" Hongjoong rubs his temples in exasperation, but his action is met with a swift kick to his thigh. Startled, he turns his attention to her, grabbing hold of her foot adorned with Doc Martens, playfully pulling her towards him. In response, she lets out a dramatic scream, clutching onto Seonghwa's shoulder tightly to prevent Hongjoong from separating them.

"It's not a phase," she emphasizes each word with a swift kick to his leg, her frustration evident. "And quit tugging at my leg like the beast you are, I'm a fucking lady!" Her voice carries a mix of exasperation and playfulness as she lets out a spirited scream. Bending over Seonghwa's forearm, with him securely holding her waist, she extends her arm to deliver punches to Hongjoong's shoulder.

"You, a lady?" Yeosang snorts from his seat, unable to contain his amusement.

"You shut the fuck up before I tell coach about how you used to bring girls to the locker room to do God knows what," she retorts, giving him a pointed look that leaves him momentarily speechless, causing him to choke on his lemonade.

"That was such a long time ago, what the fuck, I don't do that anymore," he responds, his voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and denial. He closes his eyes tightly, shaking his head to dispel the unwanted memories. A shudder runs through his body as he recalls those past actions, prompting Jongho to burst into uncontrollable laughter, nearly toppling off his seat.

She clacks her middle finger and thumb together absentmindedly, her gaze lost in thought.

"Wait, I needed to say something to Seonghwa, but what was it again?" she mutters, her voice trailing off. At the mention of his name, Seonghwa perks up, humming curiously from behind her.

"The 4th local," Yunho's voice silently resonates in the greenhouse, and she instinctively moves her hand from the air to point at him, her mouth agape in realization.

"Yes!" she exclaims, her face lighting up, and Yunho grins in response. "Seonghwa, you guys— the basketball team, can't go to the 4th local today. The tennis girls are using it."

"What why!?" Seonghwa's grip tightens around her waist, his biceps visibly flexing under the uniform vest.

"Okay first, unhand me, you're literally gonna break my rib cage," she tugs at the sleeves of his grey uniform, urging him to release his hold. As he lets go, she takes the opportunity to position herself with one knee against the table, leaning forward to snatch the cupcake that was within Jongho's reach. His eyes snap towards her, and she playfully sticks out her tongue before taking a bite of the blueberry-flavored dessert. Seonghwa looks away, her buttocks right in front of his face, not wanting to invade her privacy or risk getting into trouble with the other boys at the table.

"Second," she begins, her mouth still full as she plops back down unceremoniously on his sturdy thighs, "they reserved it first."

"Damn it," he groans, resting his forehead against the back of her head, his eyes closing in frustration, "I'm gonna kill Chaerin, she didn't send the reservation mail on purpose."

"That's not a nice way to talk about your girlfriend," she mumbles, licking her fingers clean.

Yunho's head snaps towards them, unable to resist overhearing their conversation. He feels a pang of relief at the mention of Seonghwa having a girlfriend. As long as it's not her, he thinks to himself, and right after he finds himself internally chastising his own irrational reaction to a girl he had just met. His lips burn with the urge to ask the question, "Okay, so he has a girlfriend, but why are you sitting on his lap like that?" However, he manages to stop himself just in time, realizing that it might be prying into personal matters that he shouldn't delve into.

"He has a girlfriend? But you…" Yunho starts to speak but cuts himself off, not wanting to make things awkward if she was actually involved with Seonghwa in some way. However, the people at the table seem to grasp the unspoken words.

"Ugh, no, he's like my brother," she clarifies, rolling her eyes. "Everyone knows I don't date, especially not one of these," she playfully flips her hair behind her back, gesturing towards the boys surrounding her. As she does, her hair inadvertently slaps Seonghwa in the face, causing him to roll his eyes and playfully tug on one of her curls in response.

"They broke up," Jongho snatches back the muffin from her hand, glaring at her and baring his strong shoulders in an intimidating form when she opens her mouth to complain, "bitch— get your own cupcake, the fuck? Yeah, anyway he broke up with her like two days ago."

"Mine's carrot, I don't like it," she states, crossing her arms in a defiant gesture. The boys at the table can't resist but swoon at her adorable demeanor. Catching on to her playful manipulation, they each surrender their desserts to her with a smile. As she picks up Yeosang's lemon cake and prepares to take a bite, her motion halts abruptly, "wait, what did you say?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she abruptly stands up, quickly moving behind Hongjoong for support. Clutching onto his matching sweater, she leans in closer to him, her voice filled with urgency. "Why did you break up?" she exclaims, her words carrying a mix of shock and concern.

"She was clingy," he replies casually, still engrossed in his phone. However, his sentence is abruptly cut short as a carrot cupcake smacks him right in the face. His eyes widen in surprise and he quickly looks up, his expression a mix of confusion and irritation. "What the fuc—" he begins to say, interrupted by the unexpected dessert attack.

"I told you not to speak about girls like that. She's gonna be the sixth this year, and it's only been five months since the year started! Seonghwa!!" she exclaims, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and disappointment. She continues to pout and whine his name as he returns his attention to his phone, casually wiping the cupcake off his cheek. "What if a boy treated me like you treat your girlfriends?" she questions, emphasizing her point and highlighting the double standard.

"I'd kill him," he responds in a matter-of-fact tone, causing her to let out a frustrated sigh. She tugs at the roots of her hair in defeat, realizing that her point might not be getting across as she had hoped.

"See how that makes no sense? Treat girls how you'd want me to be treated, you dick!" she retorts, her voice filled with frustration. Taking a big bite of the lemon cupcake in her hand, she chews on it aggressively, using the act as a way to channel her annoyance.

"I'd treat girls how I treat you when they start acting like you," he finally turns to look at her, his gaze piercing through her. The girl feels her face heat up under his intense stare and quickly averts her eyes, searching for a way to escape the awkwardness. Her gaze falls upon the other boys at the table, who seem to be observing the interaction with curiosity. Sensing the need to change the subject, she mutters something about meeting Seonghwa at the basketball court next to the football field, mentioning that it's empty for the day.

She swiftly moves past the boys, grabbing Yunho by the arm and leading him towards the door. However, she suddenly comes to a halt and quickly turns back towards the table. She snatches Seonghwa's cherry cupcake from his plate, adding it to her collection. Then, she returns to Yunho, taking hold of his hands once again, as if maneuvering him like a marionette.

"What are we doing here? I thought we were gonna go to the sport fields?" Yunho inquires, his voice trailing behind the girl who guides him through the familiar greenhouse they had explored during lunchtime.

"Yes, yes we are, I just don't wanna walk the whole way, I'm lazy, and— we're like an hour late," she reassures him, her voice laced with a mischievous tone. She gracefully maneuvers past the table where they had shared their meal, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Ah, there it is! See that tree? There's a hidden door behind it. It's our secret passage to the boys' side."

Yunho raises an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face. "A hidden door? Behind a tree? Shut up, are we in Narnia?"

She grins mischievously and continues walking, guiding him through the vibrant greenery of the greenhouse. As they reach a large tree with sprawling branches, she stops and points to a concealed door nestled among the leaves. It blends so seamlessly with its surroundings that it's almost camouflaged.

"Here it is," she announces triumphantly, pushing the door open to reveal a pathway that leads to the sports fields beyond. The sound of cheering and the thud of balls hitting the ground can be faintly heard in the distance. Yunho's eyes widen in amazement.

They step through, and his eyes widen at the sight before them—a vast open clearing adorned with two distinct fields. One is a sprawling green expanse, meticulously groomed for American football, while the other is a smaller basketball court with a solid concrete floor. The fields are flanked by a few bleachers and benches, providing a place for spectators to cheer on the athletes.

The scenery captivates his attention. The expansive football field stretches out seemingly endlessly, the vibrant green grass contrasting against the surrounding treeline. Beyond the trees, majestic mountains rise, their grandeur and magnitude evoking a sense of awe. The athletes moving across the field appear tiny in comparison, dwarfed by the immense natural beauty surrounding them.

A light mist hovers in the air, lending an ethereal atmosphere to the scene. Though the chill of the condensation graces their cheeks, they find themselves enveloped in a sense of tranquility and wonder. It's as if time stands still in this secluded sanctuary, offering a serene escape from the bustling world beyond.

As Yunho scans the surroundings, he notices the presence of three distinct cliques, each engaged in their own activities.

His gaze first lands on a group of eleven boys, adorned in sport attire, diligently following the commands of an older man who stands at the center. The sound of his booming voice fills the air as he passionately directs the boys through their paces, making them run laps between two white lines meticulously sprayed on the grass.

Shifting his attention to the basketball field, Yunho observes six boys divided into two teams of three, engaged in an intense match. The rhythmic sound of dribbling echoes as they skillfully maneuver the ball, their swift movements and strategic plays showcasing their love for the game.

Lastly, his gaze settles upon a group of girls, some dressed in crop tops and short shorts while others are dressed in a tracksuit, gathered near the benches in front of the football team and the bleachers. They engage in stretching exercises, their bodies gracefully extending and flexing as they prepare for their own athletic endeavors.

As Yunho's gaze sweeps across the scene, he notices a small figure seated in the center of the bleachers, engrossed in his artistic pursuit. The person's posture is slightly hunched over, their focus intense as they diligently sketch away with a pencil and sketchbook in hand. It doesn't take long for Yunho to recognize the familiar features of Hongjoong, the same individual who had been sitting with them earlier during lunch.

In that moment, the girl next to Yunho exclaims in a playful tone, her voice ringing through the air, "Hong! Are you going to draw me today, babe?" The sound of her voice draws his attention, causing Hongjoong to raise his head, a warm smile gracing his lips as he responds with a thumbs up. The girls seated in front of him catch wind of the interaction, and their faces light up with delight as their gazes shift to the source of the commotion, recognizing the girl who has captured Hongjoong's attention.

A chorus of excited voices erupts from the group of girls, a mix of "Eonnie!!" and her name flying out, as they jog up to the girl, their energy palpable. In their eagerness, they engulf her in a flurry of hugs, almost causing her to lose her balance if it weren't for Yunho's steadying grip on her back.

As the girls finally take notice of Yunho's presence, their attention shifts towards him. Among them, a mischievous smirk adorns the face of one girl, who playfully twirls a strand of her hair around her index finger. Her voice carries a hint of seduction as she mutters, "And who is that..." Her words trail off as she is promptly pushed away by another girl, who responds with an exasperated tone, "Ew, Kkura, gross! It's been barely a second since you met him, and you're already baring your teeth like some kind of animal."

"Don't be mad just because I caught his attention first, Chae," Sakura retorts, her words laced with playful banter.

"Eunchae, Garam, get behind me, I'll protect you from their hormones," the class president playfully interjects, guiding the two girls dressed in tracksuits to position themselves behind her. The trio bursts into laughter, enjoying the lighthearted moment, while the two older girls in front engage in a spirited verbal exchange.

Amidst the commotion, Yunjin leans closer to the president and whispers inquisitively, her gaze fixed on Yunho's tall frame, subtly checking him out. "But seriously, who is he?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

"You have a boyfriend!" She exclaims in disbelief, her laughter echoing through the air. The girl raises her hand defensively, trying to fend off the playful accusation, "I'm asking for Kazuha!"

"Nu-uh, leave me out of it," the ballerina interjects with a yawn, her casual indifference contrasting with Yunjin's slightly annoyed expression. The younger girls find amusement in Yunjin's reaction, joining in with light giggles.

The girl dressed in her uniform takes notice of Yunho's discomfort, observing how his cheeks flush with embarrassment under the intense scrutiny of the two girls. She can't help but feel sorry for him. With a quick clap of her hands, she redirects their attention.

"All right girls, let him breathe," she intervenes, positioning herself between the boy and Sakura and Chaewon, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief. "Go practice choreo number 13, I'll come back down when you guys are done."

The girls disperse, enthusiastically responding with "Yes, Pres!" They scatter off in different directions, leaving the girl to shake her head fondly. Her eyes reflect adoration as she watches Eunchae take charge of the speaker and her phone, diligently searching for the song they'll be practicing to.

"Come on, big boy, let's go get Mingki," she playfully nudges Yunho in Hongjoong's direction. Meanwhile, she turns around and positions her fingers in her mouth, creating a loud whistle that immediately grabs the attention of all the players on the field, both from the football and basketball teams. However, her eyes are specifically fixed on Mingi's tall figure.

As they lock eyes, she waves at him, signalling for him to join them. Seonghwa, observing the interaction, lets out an exasperated sigh, clearly annoyed by the situation.

"I'll borrow him for a second you big baby, just practice 3-pointers," she playfully taunts the captain of the basketball team, her eyes rolling in mock annoyance. The awkwardness they had felt during lunch seems to have faded away completely as they exchange smiles, their connection reestablished.

"Jagi!" she hears someone shouting, and she turns to see San, his face beaming with a sheen of sweat.

"Don't even think about it, you—" she cuts herself off when she locks eyes with the coach, who stands with his arms crossed over his chest, sending a shiver down her spine. She grimaces at San, and he pouts sadly before seeking solace in Yeosang's embrace, burying his head in his neck for comfort.

Mingi finally reaches them, bounding up the stairs two steps at a time, and he leaps into Yunho's arms. The two boys burst into laughter, exchanging heartfelt "I miss yous" as they revel in the surreal moment of being face to face. Hongjoong and the girl watch with a tender gaze, their eyes filled with a mixture of affection and nostalgia. The girl settles herself between Hongjoong's legs, resting on the floor, seeking the comforting presence of his touch. The towering figures of the two boys evoke a surge of emotions within her, reminding her of the times she'd come back from her summer vacations, jumping into the boys' ams.

"Man, I still can't believe I'm here," Yunho sighs.

Mingi, still beaming with joy, settles down beside Hongjoong, his contagious smile lighting up his face and causing his eyes to crinkle.

"I know, right? It's hard to believe," Mingi replies, his voice filled with genuine astonishment.

Yunho, his own smile hidden behind his hand, adds, "You've really grown up, man. I can't believe you're on the basketball team now."

The girl can't contain her excitement and playfully shakes Hongjoong's legs, interrupting their tender moment.

"Aww, you two are so cute, I can't," she exclaims, her voice filled with delight, bringing a lighthearted energy to the conversation.

The girl and Hongjoong allow Yunho and Mingi to have their moment, engaging in their own conversation as she flips through his sketchbook—a privilege reserved only for her. After about ten minutes, she closes the notebook and turns her attention to Yunho, her curiosity evident in her eyes.

"Hey, Yunho, I've got a question. I understand why Mingi ended up in this small town—he moved here because of his dad's job at the water plant," she points towards the direction of the factory, barely visible through the trees, situated on one of the distant mountains. "But what about you? Why would someone from Seoul come to a rundown boarding school in the middle of nowhere?"

Yunho takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.

"My step-dad... kinda forced me. It was either this or military schoo—"

"Baby!! Here's your backpack!!"

As Yunho begins to respond to the girl's question, their conversation is abruptly interrupted by San's excited scream. All heads turn towards the source of the noise, and the rest of the gang comes into view. San is leading the way, a wide smile on his face as he waves a sage green backpack—the girl's backpack. Wooyoung has his arm draped over San's shoulder, but his gaze is fixed on Yunho, his expression filled with confusion.

Meanwhile, Jongho is busy chugging a bottle of water, and in his haste, he ends up spitting some of it out, accidentally hitting Yeosang in the process. Yeosang looks at him with disgust before swiftly snatching the empty bottle from Jongho's hands and tossing it to the floor. Seonghwa, witnessing the commotion, pushes the back of Yeosang's head, causing him to stumble slightly. Yeosang turns to Seonghwa, clearly puzzled, and points at the discarded plastic bottle. Yeosang points back at Jongho, indicating that he should pick it up. The two engage in a silent argument, each trying to convey their point. Jongho has a shocked expression on his face, as if to say, "Why would I pick it up? You threw it on the floor!" The argument continues silently until Eunchae steps in, picking up the bottle and giving them an exasperated side-eye.

"San give me a hug baby," with a warm smile, the girl beckons San towards her, extending her arms in a welcoming gesture. San's face lights up, and he shoves Wooyoung aside, causing the older boy to let out a grunt. Excitedly, San practically leaps into the girl's waiting arms, anticipating a hug from his crush. However, instead of a gentle embrace, he finds her arms coiling around his neck, tightening and choking him from behind. The unexpected twist catches him off guard, eliciting laughter from the surrounding group.

With her forearm playfully pressed against San's Adam's apple and her hand positioned behind her other forearm, forming a unique frame next to his face, the girl maintains her mischievous hold on him. San playfully whines, his mock discomfort adding to the amusement of the others. In the midst of laughter, Mingi seizes the moment and quickly pulls out his phone, announcing, "Say cheese!" He points the camera towards San's face, prompting an instinctive reaction from the playful boy. San swiftly raises a peace sign next to his smiling face, revealing that his apparent weakness was merely a charade. The resulting snapshot captures a lighthearted moment, with both San and the girl flashing genuine smiles.

Taking advantage of the moment, she leans in close to San's ear, her voice hushed but firm. "San, I swear if you try another stunt like that, I'll personally make you regret it." Her warm breath tickles his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. She tightens her grip ever so slightly, emphasizing her point. San, feeling both intimidated and intrigued, responds with a quiet, almost squeaky, "Yes," acknowledging her warning.

As San is released from her grip, he swiftly turns around and pulls her into a tight embrace, leaning his body against hers. Meanwhile, Wooyoung's curious expression draws the attention of everyone around. He silently raises an eyebrow and directs his gaze toward Yunho, wearing a perplexed expression. It's clear that he's questioning Yunho's presence with his next comment, "what's he doin here?"

Mingi offers a brief explanation, trying to ease Wooyoung's annoyance. However, it doesn't seem to have the desired effect as Wooyoung remains visibly irritated. He sits down in silence, forcefully removing San's hands from the girl's body and placing her on his own lap, a clear display of his displeasure.

"Okay, no, Woo, you're too sweaty for skinship right now," she tries to get up, but he firmly pulls her back in, muttering a "shut up." She sighs in defeat, accepting her situation. She knows that Wooyoung can get anxious and quite possessive when new people try to join their close-knit circle, reminding her of his insecurities. Despite feeling the stickiness of his sweaty forearms on her thighs, she lets him be, knowing it provides him some sense of comfort and security.

As the rest of the group joins them, Hongjoong takes notice of the continued work of their respective teams. He adjusts his glasses with the hand still holding the pencil, a sign that he's about to ask a question.

"Why are you guys here?" he inquires, curiosity evident in his voice.

Seonghwa, not one to miss a chance for a sarcastic remark, quickly responds, "Um, fuck you? If you want us to leave, just say it directly." He lifts his head from the game app on his phone, expecting a round of laughter at his obvious joke. However, he's met with Hongjoong's tired gaze, and the room falls silent. Realizing the serious tone, Seonghwa pouts and adds, "Y'all suck at taking jokes. I'm the captain, I can take a break whenever I want." He glances back down at his phone, finally addressing Hongjoong's question.

"Coach gave us a break to relax, but he still needs to take care of the younger ones," Yeosang explains, his voice muffled slightly by the protein bar he's munching on.

Hongjoong nods in understanding. "I see. Well, enjoy your break while it lasts. Just make sure to be ready when practice resumes," he advises, his tone carrying a hint of authority.

Mingi playfully rolls his eyes. "You're not on either team, and yet you still act like you lead us or some shit," he snickers, his voice filled with playful mockery.

"I'm the president!" Hongjoong retorts with a hint of pride.

"Well, I don't see yn acting like that!" Mingi replies, and at the mention of her name, the girl stops playing with Wooyoung's fingers and lifts her head in confusion. "Huh?"

Before Mingi can persuade her to join in teasing Hongjoong, Yunjin calls out to her from under the bleachers. "We're done with the choreography! Pull up!"

The class president beams with excitement and tries to get up, but Wooyoung refuses to let her go. She slaps at his hands, but he still holds on tightly. Frustrated, she turns to him, silently mouthing "What the fuck," and he smirks mischievously, pointing at his cheek. She rolls her eyes and decides to retaliate by biting his jaw instead of kissing him. Wooyoung yelps in surprise, releasing his grip on her, and she takes the opportunity to get up, blowing him a flying kiss as she laughs mischievously while descending the stairs.

Arriving at the practice area, she begins to change her outfit. She pulls down her skirt, revealing black spandex sport shorts, and the girls around her playfully scream and tease her, drawing the attention of the boys on the bleachers. As she takes off her oversized sweater, leaving her in a casual black crop top, she hears whistles from the boys on the bleachers, with San and Wooyoung enthusiastically cheering and clapping for her. She laughs and playfully picks up her imaginary skirt, pretending to curtsy. The boys on the bleachers burst into laughter, but as she hears a comment about her "nice thighs!" from behind, she freezes. Before she can even turn around to confront the boy from the football team, Jongho intervenes and shouts some stern words, causing the boy to apologize nervously.

She responds to Jongho's protective gesture by making a heart sign towards him, and the young boy playfully reciprocates with a flying kiss. Her grin widens as she sits down, grabbing her bag and taking out her New Balance sneakers. She unties the laces of her current shoes and starts putting on the new ones, carefully securing them and making sure they fit perfectly.

Silence.

As she finishes tying the laces of her last shoe, a hushed stillness settles in the air, causing a chill to run down her spine. The once lively atmosphere now feels tense and unsettling. She scans her surroundings, searching for the source of the eerie silence that has fallen upon the area on her right. Not everyone seems to be affected, just the boys on the two fields, their playful exchanges and laughter replaced by an unnerving quietude. Some individuals exhibit twitching movements, prompting concerned inquiries from those unaffected, like the main coach who's shaking Minjae who's spasming lightly, confused because the younger boy seemed normal not even twenty seconds ago.

A strange sensation tugs at her senses, drawing her attention to a pair of eyes fixed upon her. Slowly, she turns her head, her heart racing with anticipation as she looks past the girls laughing. Her gaze locks with the intense stare of a mysterious figure positioned at the edge of the clearing. The stranger's presence feels heavy and unfamiliar, sending shivers down her spine. Squinting her eyes, she tries to discern the features of the distant figure, but the thickening mist obscures their identity. Despite the veil of mist, she observes the person's body twitching, yet they remain rooted in place, further adding to the sense of unease that permeates the air.

Suddenly, an explosion reverberates through the air, causing everyone's attention to snap towards the water factory. Their eyes widen in shock as they witness half of the building crumbling down, engulfed in a devastating blast. A mushroom-shaped cloud billows above the wreckage, casting a haunting shadow over the once familiar structure. The force of the explosion sends shockwaves through their bodies, leaving them frozen in disbelief at the unfolding chaos.

Amidst the chaos, her ears ring with a deafening sound, drowning out the surrounding screams and cries for help. The world around her blurs as her senses struggle to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. The ringing in her ears intensifies, becoming an overwhelming cacophony that threatens to drown out her thoughts. She clutches her head, trying to find a semblance of clarity amidst the disorienting noise, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the forceful gust of wind generated by the explosion engulfs them, she is sent tumbling to the ground, helpless against its powerful impact. Before panic can fully take hold, strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close. It's Yeosang, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos. As she looks around, she realizes that all the boys, her trusted friends, have taken cover, shielding her from the brunt of the blast. Their collective instinct to protect her shines through, their unwavering loyalty on full display in this moment of turmoil. A mixture of gratitude and concern floods her heart as she takes in the sight of them, noticing how even Yunho's tall frame is present.

Before a single cry or scream can escape their lips, a gurgling sound reverberates through the air, drawing their attention to the fields. With a collective sense of dread, they turn to face the source of the eerie noise, only to witness a sight that chills them to their very core. The bodies of their friends, once lively and full of vitality, now stand motionless, their movements reduced to sporadic twitches.

A deafening silence ensues, broken only by the sudden retching of the boys. A horrifying spectacle unfolds before their eyes as a crimson liquid violently spews forth from every orifice. Mouths, noses, eyes, and ears become fountains of grotesque expulsion. It is a sight that defies all logic and comprehension, leaving them frozen in disbelief and horror.

Yet, amidst the chaotic display of bodily torment, an unnatural stillness persists. The boys, though engulfed in their own bodily purging, remain eerily immobile. They do not writhe in pain or clutch their stomachs as one might expect. Instead, they stand like statues, allowing the red fluid to cascade onto the ground below. Their eyes, once vibrant and expressive, now widen with an otherworldly intensity. Thick crimson veins begin to snake across the whites of their eyes, growing darker and more pronounced with each passing moment, like ominous tributaries on a map of terror.

They stop.

A chilling stillness descends upon the scene as the expulsion of the crimson liquid abruptly ceases. The boys, their bodies drenched in the unsettling aftermath, remain frozen in place. No movement. No sound. They stand like statues, trapped in a nightmarish tableau.

Silence hangs heavy in the aftermath, enveloping the scene with an eerie stillness. The players who remain untouched by the gruesome ordeal are left in a state of shock, their faces streaked with tears, their mouths agape in silent horror. Their trembling bodies bear witness to the overwhelming weight of the unfathomable events unfolding before them.

Amidst the unsettling situation, the coach, his face smeared with congealed blood, shakes off the haze of confusion and takes charge. He reaches out, his hands firmly grasping Minjae's shoulders, his voice trembling with concern and fear, laced with the unmistakable cadence of his Busan dialect.

"Hey, son, are you alright? Can you hear me? Breathe, boy," he implores, his own complexion drained of color beneath the crimson stains as he stares at Minjae's bloody chin, his Real Madrid t-shirt drenched in blood. His words serve as a catalyst, stirring a flicker of response within the dazed players.

As if pulled back from the abyss of their stupor, the afflicted players turn their heads to gaze upon their coach, their eyes wide but emotionless. Their attention then snaps skyward, and in a collective crescendo, they unleash an agonizing scream that reverberates through the air, causing a shiver to course through the onlookers' spines.

The situation takes a horrifying turn as Minjae lunges towards the coach, embracing him tightly and burying his face in the coach's neck. The shocking realization dawns on everyone as Minjae emerges from his gruesome embrace, a grisly piece of the coach's larynx clenched between his teeth. Strands of skin still connect the gruesome morsel to the coach's throat, causing him to convulse and gurgle amidst the sea of his own blood.

Everyone screams.

Which seems to catch the attention of the other boys. Without hesitation, they give chase to their fellow teammates, swiftly overtaking them and leaping onto their backs. The air is filled with a macabre symphony of gnawing and crunching as they devour the bones and delve into the entrails of their unfortunate victims.

The class president, overwhelmed by fear, finds herself in a state of paralyzing terror. Tears cascade down her face, a clear manifestation of her profound distress. The weight of her emotions renders her legs immobile, leaving her trembling uncontrollably. Despite her desperate attempts to move, the overwhelming fear pulsating through her body proves insurmountable, binding her in place.

In the midst of her distress, she becomes aware of someone tugging at her, seeking to guide her to safety. However, her attention remains fixated on the overwhelming sensation of dryness in her throat. The weight of her fear becomes suffocating, and she longs to release it through a primal scream, hoping to alleviate the terror that grips her.

Abruptly, a sharp slap against her cheek breaks through the haze, snapping her back to reality with a resounding impact. The abrupt noise resonates within her, shaking her to her core and jarring her senses awake. In the midst of her heightened emotions, she lets out a heartfelt sob, tears streaming down her face as she gazes into Mingi's visage. The ashen hue on his face mirrors her own fear, a shared understanding of the imminent danger that surrounds them.

Startled by the urgency in the voice behind her, she registers the familiar tone of Hongjoong's commanding presence. The words "Move! Move! Move!" echo in her ears, compelling her to take action despite her trembling limbs and overwhelming fear.

Supported by Mingi's sturdy arms, she rises to her feet, her wobbly legs struggling to find stability. Turning to face him, she sees the confusion mirrored in his eyes, a reflection of her own disorientation. The surge of adrenaline courses through her veins, finally awakening her body to action. In the midst of chaos, she knows she must make a decision, but the overwhelming rush of emotions makes it difficult to discern the right path to take.

"To the shed, the fucking shed, everyone!" Startled by Hongjoong's urgent command, everyone's attention swiftly shifts towards the solitary brown cabin standing on the side. As her gaze fixates on the distant shed, its perceived distance seems to amplify her fear, causing tears to stream down her face uncontrollably. Mingi, sensing her distress, takes hold of her and guides her towards the shelter, but the overwhelming sense of dread threatens to paralyze her.

A sudden realization dawns upon her, and she becomes acutely aware that she is the only girl amidst a sea of boys. In a surge of panic, she wrenches herself free from Mingi's grasp and bolts back towards her previous position. Mingi's voice reverberates through the air, filled with urgency and concern, pleading for her to return, while the boys halt in their tracks, alarmed for her well-being.

With swift determination, she races back to her group of girls who huddle on the ground, their tears flowing freely. Her heart skips a beat as she spots one of the bloodied and deranged players noticing their presence, intensifying her sense of urgency. She manages to maintain her balance and propels herself forward, pushing her limits and sprinting even faster, propelled by a surge of adrenaline.

The boys behind her erupt in alarmed screams, their voices filled with urgency and fear. They, too, have noticed the approaching lunatic, his tongue lolling out and his bloodshot eyes revealing a disturbing state of mind.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, she drops to her knees in front of Sakura, her voice trembling as she urges her friend to sit and gestures towards Kazuha and Chaewon, instinctively seeking safety in their familiar presence. With a determined expression, the class president rises to her feet, firmly grasping Yunjin and Garam's hands and directing their attention to the nearby shed. Her voice, filled with a mix of desperation and courage, pierces the air as she implores them to run.

As Eunchae's horrified screams fill the air, she swiftly turns towards her, a surge of fear coursing through her veins. With her heart pounding in her chest, she witnesses the chilling sight of a bloodied Jinsik standing just a meter away from the sobbing girl on the ground. Overwhelmed by a surge of adrenaline, she acts on instinct, lunging towards Eunchae in a desperate attempt to shield her from any impending danger. In her heightened state, she remains fixated on Jinsik's unnerving movements, her eyes locked on his presence, fear gripping at her throat.

In that surreal moment of realization, time seems to stretch out endlessly. As the girl comprehends the inevitable fate that awaits her, she releases a soft exhale, her grip tightening around the trembling form of Eunchae, tears mingling with those of the distressed girl. The pungent scent of the fresh blood permeates the air, a grim reminder of the approaching danger. Despite the overwhelming despair, a fragile smile quivers on her lips, a bittersweet acceptance of the inevitable, as she embraces the prospect of death with a sense of hopeless surrender.

In a sudden turn of events, a figure emerges from behind her, and she instinctively recognizes Yunho's distinctive long hair as he hurtles towards Jinsik with incredible force, colliding shoulder-first. The impact is jarring, sending the younger boy flying through the air, his neck contorting unnaturally as it twists 180 degrees. Amidst the chaos, there is no time to assess his condition as another presence grabs hold of her from behind. Raising her head, she finds herself face to face with Wooyoung, his determined expression urging them forward. With swift movements, he lifts both girls from the ground and propels them in the direction of the shed.

Wooyoung shifts his attention to Yunho, who stands frozen, his gaze fixated on the lifeless body before him. In that moment, Wooyoung realizes that Yunho's fear stems not from the immediate danger or the possibility of retaliation, but from the profound realization that he has just taken another person's life.

Wooyoung's voice trembles with a mixture of concern and reassurance as he calls out to the boy in front of him with urgency. "Yunho!" he exclaims, his tone serious and filled with genuine emotion. Yunho turns to face him, tears welling up in his eyes, the weight of his actions evident on his trembling lips. Wooyoung's words carry a comforting tone as he offers a heartfelt affirmation to the person who just saved his friend's life, acknowledging the difficult choice Yunho had to make. "You did good," he says.

Wooyoung's voice takes on a sharp edge as he snaps at Yunho, urgency in his tone. "Now move." he commands, his words pushing them both into action. However, their attention is abruptly diverted by an unexpected sound. A gurgle emanates from Jinsik's lifeless body sprawled on the ground. The boys exchange a startled glance, their eyes fixed on the source of the sound. A dead body shouldn't do that. A dead body doesn't make noise.

A sense of unease fills the air as Jinsik's lifeless body defies all expectations. His hand twitches, a disturbing sign of movement, and he slowly begins to rise. His upper body remains in a grotesque position on the floor, while his lower body stands upright. His head hangs limply to the side, an unnatural angle for a human neck. It's a horrifying sight as bones protrude painfully beneath the skin, contorting his neck into an unsettling shape.

Shock and disbelief fill Yunho's whispered exclamation, "what the fuck." The mangled body of Jinsik abruptly turns its attention towards him, swiftly darting in his direction with an unsettling speed.

Wooyoung's hoarse voice breaks through, urgently commanding Yunho to "fucking run!!". Surprisingly, Yunho finds a surge of strength within him, spurred on by Wooyoung's frantic plea. They both break into a sprint, their hearts pounding in their chests, while Jinsik's bloodcurdling screams echo behind them.

Gasping for breath, Yunho and Wooyoung catch up to the rest of the group, their pounding footsteps bringing them to the front of the shed.

Frantically pounding on the door, Yunho and Wooyoung shout to the people inside, desperately trying to make them aware of their presence. Wooyoung's gaze flicks back to the approaching horde of Jinsik and the other distorted boys, urging him to intensify his efforts in knocking on the door.

The muffled sounds of voices arguing can be heard from inside the cabin, indicating a disagreement among the occupants about whether or not to open the door. The fear in the air is palpable, as some students hesitate to confront the horrifying reality outside.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, Yunho finds solace in his prayers, seeking comfort and strength in the midst of the chaos. Leaning his head against the door, he embraces a brief moment of respite, hoping for a miracle to unfold.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Wooyoung is on the verge of following Yunho's lead and tries to find the words to pray when the door suddenly opens. In a rush, Yunho stumbles into the cabin, losing his balance as he seeks refuge from the relentless pursuit

Overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, Wooyoung's eyes widen in shock as their class president opens the door. He takes in her disheveled appearance, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her heaving chest from exertion. As she grabs his arms, she forcefully pushes both of them inside the cabin, causing them to stumble and fall onto the floor. In the fall, Wooyoung lands on top of her body, momentarily disoriented. Meanwhile, San swiftly slams the door shut, sealing them off from the menacing presence of the bloodied players.

Jongho and Yeosang swiftly join San, realizing the urgent need to reinforce the door against the relentless onslaught of the deranged players. Together, they apply their collective strength, pressing against the door with all their might. The screams and frantic movements of the frenzied individuals outside grow even more desperate as they violently hurl themselves at the barrier, driven by a ravenous hunger for whatever lies within.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, the girl clings tightly to Wooyoung, seeking his comforting presence as a source of strength. Tears stream down her face as she buries her face in his arms, releasing the pent-up emotions that have gripped her. Wooyoung, with closed eyes, presses his face against her hair, finding solace in the familiar scent that surrounds her. His own tears fall freely, mingling with her hair as an expression of shared vulnerability. In a tender gesture, she pulls back slightly, and he gently wipes away the tears from her cheeks, showering them with soft, affectionate kisses.

Filled with overwhelming emotions, the girl shifts her attention to Yunho, extending her hand towards him. Tears continue to flow down Yunho's face as he lowers himself, squatting beside the tearful duo. In a moment of disbelief, the girl lets out a soft laugh, expressing her gratitude for his presence. She clasps his hand tightly, bringing it gently to her lips, pressing a tender kiss against his skin as she closes her eyes. With a heartfelt whisper, she softly utters a grateful "thank you" against his hand, causing Yunho to hide his face behind his large hand, his body trembling with emotion.

"Eonnie," a cry echoes from the background, capturing her attention. She swiftly turns to face Eunchae, her younger friend, who stands there with tears streaming down her face. The girl releases herself from Wooyoung's embrace and rushes over to Eunchae, enfolding her in a tight hug. They both sob uncontrollably. As the rest of the girls witness the emotional scene, they too approach, one by one, joining in the comforting embrace. The cabin resonates with their collective sobs, allowing them to release the pent-up emotions.

Gradually, their sobs begin to subside, and the other boys respectfully give them space, understanding the significance of the moment. However, their temporary respite is abruptly shattered when someone lets out a scream, jolting everyone back into alertness.

"Okay, shut up, we get it!" Joongki's voice reverberates through the room, his frustration evident as he ruffles his hair in exasperation. The girls flinch, startled by his sudden outburst. "You're not the only ones who almost died, stop fucking crying."

Seonghwa, taken aback by Joongki's words, swiftly pivots towards him, shielding the girls from his view. With a firm grip on Joongki's shirt, he pulls him closer, their faces mere inches apart. "What the fuck did you just say?" Seonghwa's voice seethes with anger, his forearm exerting pressure on Joongki's chest. "Huh? Wanna say that to my face you bitch?"

As tensions rise, Joongki's friends quickly move to restrain him, understanding the dire consequences of his anger escalating further. They hold him back, their arms forming a barrier between him and Seonghwa, trying to prevent any physical altercation. Meanwhile, San and Hongjoong step in, their voices calm but authoritative, attempting to defuse the heated situation.

"What are you gonna do about it, ah? I'll say whatever the fuck I want to" Joongki retorts, his voice laced with defiance as he meets Seonghwa's gaze head-on. The tension in the room escalates, both boys locked in a heated confrontation. Seonghwa's forehead veins bulge, his anger palpable.

To everyone's surprise, Seonghwa bursts into a disbelieving laughter. He releases his grip on Joongki and turns his attention towards the girls. The tension begins to dissipate.

However, in a swift and unexpected move, Seonghwa swiftly turns back to face Joongki, his fist connecting with the boy's face. Joongki crumples to the floor, his hand instinctively clutching his injured cheekbone, a pained grunt escaping his lips.

Pandemonium ensues as Joongki friends' charge towards Seonghwa, their anger fueling their actions. But they are met with a swift and fierce retaliation from seven other individuals who step forward, fists at the ready.

Punches fly through the air, landing with a resounding impact, as the room becomes a chaotic battleground.

A piercing scream echoes through the room, causing the boys to abruptly cease their fighting and hurling insults. All attention turns to Garam, who stands frozen, mouth agape, a look of horror etched across her face as she expels red blood onto the floor. Her eyes dart around desperately, searching for someone, anyone, to lend a hand, but all she encounters are fearful gazes.

Garam reaches out for Eunchae, but Kazuha quickly intervenes, shielding her from harm, pulling her behind her. Hongjoong swiftly maneuvers through the chaos, securing his position as the leader by stepping in front of his closest female friend and ushering her to safety, careful not to let her get closer to Garam's distressing state.

"Hongjoong, let me go," she pleads, her voice trembling behind him, her eyes locked onto Garam's terrified form, now crying tears of blood. "Hongjoong let me fucking go, I have to do something!" Her desperation grows, and tears well up in her eyes once again, but his grip only tightens around her. Jongho joins them, holding the girl as well, fearful of any sudden movements.

"Please... help me," Garam gurgles, her eyes turning red.

author's note: yall i just finished writing this and it's like at 5am, im so scared rn i cant go to sleep. im acc curious, did you guys think the last part was scary because i personnally think i was more scared of the scenes i imagined in my head than the text (idk if that makes sense), feel free to tell me in the comments or the asks, also rip minjae, jinsik, garam, u guys were luved.

yuyu and wooyo's reactions when he acc killed jinsik

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[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️|Hobie Brown

previous: –two.

–three.

HOBIE'S POV

"What a cunt." I commented before downing my 5th shot. "The lad needs a little correctin', don't ya think?"

I heard her snifflin', then I looked over and she was cryin'.

"Oi, 's no use cryin' over a loser like that, come on now." I rubbed her back.

Miles walked over laughin'."Pav and Gwen are doing karaoke– who's she?"

"Just a little friend I made. Say..order an Uber to the nearest hotel would ya?"

"Hotel?" Miles tilted his head.

"She's drunk off her arse, probably no way to get home. Don't want her gettin' picked up by the wrong guys. I'll book her a room and I'll be back before Miguel can throw his little tantrums." I continued rubbing her back..

She clung to me, crying into my vest.

Miles pulled his phone out and tapped it a few times. "The Uber's arriving in 10 minutes."

I grinned. "Thanks fam."

"Are you drunk?"

"Just a little."

He smiled and sighed. "Just get back here, okay?"

"Yeah yeah." I waved him off as he walked away.

"Hey love.."

She looked up at me with a tear stained face.

"Aw..stop cryin' over that loser." I cupped her face with one hand and wiped a tear way. "I promise he's not worth ya time."

She hummed and leaned into me.

Other than booze, she smelled quite lovely.

"I'm gettin' an Uber, and takin' ya to a nice hotel for the night, that's a’right?"

She nodded.

🕸️

After bookin' a room for Sasha, I carried her on my back to the room.

I gently laid her down, she was knocked out.

I kneeled to stroke her forehead.

I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna see a beauty like this anytime soon.

Her eyes fluttered open.

I smiled a little. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake ya. I'm headed out now, 's nice to meet ya."

Her full lips turned into a pout. "Don't go."

"I'd love to stay and keep ya company, love. But I've gotta get back."

She struggled to stand to her feet on the bed. She brought her smalls hands to her jacket and began to unbutton it.

I rose my brows and traveled up to her eyes. She stared at me so seductively.

The jacket slid off her body, revealing a spaghetti strapped dress.

"What're ya doin'?"

She took a step forward, then her lips were on mine.

I can't say I wasn't at least a bit shocked.

I've kissed many people in my lifetime, but this one was different.

Her arms wrapped around me, my hands found her small waist.

The kiss tasted like booze, but I didn't care.

Her tongue flicked my tongue ring, causin' me to smirk.

I softly bit her bottom lip, she gasped softly.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she moaned so cutely.

She pulled on one of my wicks and I can't say I didn't like it.

I slowly pulled away from the almost unbreakable kiss. Both of us breathin' heavily.

"We should stop here." I backed up, feelin' myself bricked up in my jeans.

"Why?" Sadness laced in her voice.

" 'cause ya drunk–"

"You are too." She sat on the bed.

She was right, I was a little tipsy.

"Am I-I not pretty to you?" Her eyes were charmin' me.

" 's not that, you're gorgeous.." I spoke honestly.

"It doesn't make sense chasing...after someone who doesn't even like me. Anyone other than him can fuck me..who's it going to be?" She spoke softly.

I grew a little upset. "I told ya he's a fuckin' loser. I'll make you forget about him, use me as you wish." My hand held her face towards mine.

Just fuck it. Miguel can have another tantrum for all I care.

Next part: –four.

[nightfang22]

Can't Erase Heartbreak Part 2

A/N:Wow!Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last post!I'm so glad that you guys like my writing.Really it means a lot to me.And upon request by @erensbbg with the wonderful base idea for this fic I grace you all with part two!Let me know what you guys think and remember my requests are always open!Enjoy!

Warnings:Minors DNI,drinking,heartache

Pairing:Present Mic x f!Reader

Word Count:995

You were walking down the streets in the dead of night, cheeks chilled from the wind grazing your still wet tear stains. With no bags packed and no will to live, you went the only place that your mind could think of. You knocked on the door with your head hung in shame, beginning to sob again when he opened the door. Hizashi looked at you with first a smile which quickly faded into a look of concern. "Hey, hey, hey. Why ya cryin'?" He put a comforting arm around your shoulders and led you inside where it was warm. He sat you on the plush couch that you'd always loved. It was this bright sunshine yellow shag disaster of a thing that you two had found near a dumpster when you were both still in college. You couldn't believe he hadn't gotten rid of the thing by now. He even started sewing little patches over the holes from the wear and tear of time passed. He wrapped you up in your favorite blanket that he kept in his hall closet and gave you a cup of tea before sitting next to you. "What happened, honey bee?" And that's all it took for you to break down and tell him everything. How Aizawa was late coming home, how you went looking for him at the school, how you found him with Ms. Joke, even how you smashed a bottle of expensive red wine over his head before leaving to come here. You, of course, didn't leave out the bit you said to Shouta about wishing that you had fucked Hizashi on your honeymoon. Hizashi was your best friend in the whole world. You've known each other for years. There's nothing you couldn't tell him.

                                        *Fast Forward 4 Years*

It was a warm spring day and your sundress clung to your figure beautifully as you walked through the park with your boyfriend, of 3 years now, Hizashi. After that fateful night and a long dragged out divorce process, you moved in with Hizashi. He asked you out when you two were making dinner together one night. It took you completely by surprise but it's been the  best decision you've ever made. You've never been happier. Holding Hizashi's hand as you guys walked through the park made you feel like you were walking on air. "I love you." He turned to you and smiled. Those three words are the quietest he ever speaks, as if he'll break the moment or you by talking too loudly. You giggle. "I love you too, 'Zashi." You turned to look up at his tall frame and smiled. He was leading you down a beautiful cobblestone path. To where, you were completely clueless. "When are you going to tell me where we're going, 'Zashi! My feet are getting tired." You whined and pouted which only resulted in a chuckle from him. "I offered to carry you, Princess but you were the one who said 'I can walk on my own!'" You turned a crimson red at his words. You did say that but you didn't think you'd be walking for so long. Grumbling, you continued your walk in silence until Hizashi stopped. "We're here! Happy anniversary, baby." The smile on his face was so wide you were sure that his cheeks were going to split. "Oh, 'Zashi. It's wonderful!" You look at the soft blanket laid out on the ground and the cute, rustic picnic basket in the center. There were flower petals all around and a small music box.

You sat down with Hizashi and giggled as he took out a bottle of your favorite strawberry moscato. You had lost your taste for rich dark reds after you divorce from Shouta. You swirled the wine in your glass and took a sip as you looked out at the setting sun surrounded in hues of lavender and pastel pink. Suddenly the music got more soft and instrumental and Hizashi has abandoned his glass of wine in favor of looking at you. "(Y/N), there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time. I spent countless hours and countless days beating myself up for not doing it sooner. And don't even get me started on how badly I beat myself up when Aizawa got to you first." He moved so he was sitting directly in front of me. "(Y/N), I've been in love with you since the day I laid my eyes on you. And I never forgave myself for letting Aizawa have you first because I was too much of a coward to stand up. But now," He paused, maneuvering so that he was on one knee in front of you. He pulled a ring box out of his jacket pocket and opened it up to reveal a gorgeous amber ring. "I won't lose my chance again. I got it made with amber instead of diamonds because I know how you think diamonds are such a cliché. (Y/N), what I'm trying to say is….will you marry me?" He looked at you with hopeful and anxious eyes. You covered your mouth to hide the gasp as tears fell down your cheeks. You couldn't stop your fervent nods even if you wanted to. "Yes! Oh my gods, Hizashi! Yes, yes I'll marry you! Of course I'll marry you!" You wrapped your arms around him as you squealed with joy. He picked you up and spun you around before setting you back on the ground, slipping the engagement ring on your finger. "I love you." He whispered in your ear. "I love you too, 'Zashi." Little did the two of you know, your private moment wasn't so private. From a nearby tree, a very drunk Aizawa was watching the whole thing. Bottle in hand, tears streamed down his cheeks. His quirk may have been powerful but there was one thing that he knew he couldn't erase. Aizawa knew that he can't erase heartbreak.

[constant-mason24]

The Fall of Raccoon City- Prologue (Leon Kennedy x Reader AU)

Chapt 1

Months before Leon S. Kennedy was meant to start his job as an officer in the RPD, another officer uncovered a dark secret, outing Chief Irons as a wicked man involved in a deep conspiracy with a pharmaceutical company. As both the RPD and the Umbrella Corporation begin to recover from the stains on their reputations, Leon struggles to settle down in a job that's as much of a mess as he is. As he slowly begins to befriend his fellow officers and learns more about what transpired before his arrival, Leon begins to realize all too late that this battle has only just begun, and the officer who caught his eye may very well be in danger…

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It's been a long night, but (Y/n) was content with the results. The puzzle was left on the rookie's desk, the sign hanging over the office welcoming him in, and the snacks she had ready to go in the break room. Some of her fellow officers said it might have been too much, but (Y/n) thought it would be best to welcome the new recruit in a big, friendly way.

"He's not even part of your unit, West." Elliot laughed, watching as she nearly fell off the ladder trying to hang up the decor.

"Hey, I've only been out of the unit for, like, two months!" She huffed in defense, agitated he didn't even move to catch her as she wobbled from the height. "Besides, I feel guilty that this guy is walking into a complete shitshow."

"Eh," the officer on the floor grunted, looking down into his near-empty coffee mug. "It's not that bad. Marvin is more than ready to step up to the plate, and everyone else is settling down now. Things will be back to normal soon."

"I don't think it's gonna be that easy." The woman huffed as she lowered herself off the ladder. "Wesker's been up my ass about this case so bad, I can't take a breath without being reminded."

"That sounds like a 'you' problem, little miss hero." He shakes his head. "You should've expected that before agreeing to join S.T.A.R.S."

"One does not just turn down the chance to join S.T.A.R.S." She smirked at Elliot. "And I felt like I couldn't really say no anyway. Not with everything that happened."

"Yeah, how's that hip, by the way?" The man asked, moving to sit down at his desk.

"Oh." (Y/n) gently put her hand on the front left side of her hip, where her thigh met her abdomen. "It doesn't bother me when I'm not actively thinking about it."

"Probably just PTSD more than anything else."

"I don't have PTSD." She rolled her eyes, taking the ladder down to return it to the closet. "I got shot. Big fucking deal. Don't see me cryin about it." 

"Now, look at this, (L/n)! This is beautiful!"

Before Elliot could retort, Marvin Branagh came into the west office. He looked up at the sign (Y/n) had just hung from the ceiling, a bright smile on his face.

"Thank you! I thought it'd be nice to welcome our newbie with something special. I also gave him a puzzle." She explained.

"A puzzle?"

"Yeah, to unlock his desk, he has to get the initials of his unit members and input them into the locks. It's like an icebreaker game."

"That's cute." Marvin nodded his approval, causing (Y/n) to beam. "Well, I'm sure the new guy will feel right at home, but it's getting late. You're expected back here earlier tomorrow, so I'm officially sending you home for some sleep."

"Alright." She didn't put up a fight, sighing softly and she put the ladder into a closet and moved to grab her bag. 

"Oh, and (Y/n)?"

"Yes, sir?"

"The word 'welcome' only has one 'L.'"

Branagh laughed as the woman groaned.

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The steady humming of the car wasn't enough to ease the headache still pounding through Leon's skull. The music was set at a volume much lower than usual, in hopes it would help keep the pain at bay. His head still felt like an ax had cracked into it anyway. Still, he'd choose this headache now over being sober last night.

Taking a deep breath that sounded more like a sigh, he looked to his right at a road sign rapidly approaching on the horizon. Ahh, Raccoon city was just ahead. Perfect. Looking over at his gas meter, Leon hummed as he realized he should probably fill up soon. Tapping gently against the steering wheel, he slowly veered to the right, exiting the highway to make his way to the gas station just outside of town. 

It was dark out, a gentle rain starting to gear up into a downpour. He parked the car next to a gas pump, jumped out, and all but jogged into the store to avoid the rain. The first thing he noticed was eerie darkness throughout the small station as if the power was out completely. With a frown, stepped further into the room, letting the headlights of his own car flood the store with some kind of visibility. 

"Hello?" He called out, looking around for any living soul. This was the second thing he noticed: the store was completely empty beside him. Maybe they had gone into the back room? 

Leon found himself hesitating as he took a step toward the storeroom door. He raised a hand to the knob just as someone pushed it open from the other side and nearly hit him. He jumped back with a small yell, just as the man on the other side of the door yelled out as well.

"Jesus Christ, son! Scared the living daylights outta me." The man huffed, leaning over and resting his hands on his knees. "You trying to give an old man a heart attack, boy?" 

"N-no sir," Leon stuttered, recovering from his own scare. "Just didn't know if anyone was here."

"Yeah, I'm here." The old man groaned as he stood straight, stretching out his back."power just went out. Think a fuse blew. Gimme a second to get it up and runnin' again."

Leon nodded, moving to look over the shelves as the man went into the back room again. Within just a minute, the lights flickered back on, and Leon could now see the bags of chips and cookies before him clearly. He picked up a bag of salt and vinegar chips, flipping it over before deciding on that and a soda to take with him. 

When he made his way to the counter, the old man was standing at the register, checking to make sure everything was ready to go. 

"Can I get fifteen on pump three?" Leon asked softly, setting his prizes on the counter. The man nodded with a grunt, ringing up the snacks as well as Leon awkwardly looked out the window of the store. 

"Twenty-two, fifty." The man grumbled, and Leon fished his wallet out to pay. He glances out at his car parked by the pump, hoping this job would turn out to be just what he needed…

[spriggansorciere]

Moon’s Melatonin Method | Moon

art belongs to ChlorenW from twitter

smut, non-con/rape, profanity/graphic language somnophilia, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex female receiving, tentacle penis, (test run, not permanent) yandere tendencies, overstimulation, dubious consent

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

summary: You live with the curse of insomnia, and you absolutely hate it. Sun has graciously gifted you a bed in the daycare to make sure you are well rested and not cranky for work. Since you can’t sleep you decide to see what the security guard Sombra is up to, and from there it goes downhill. A certain animatronic of the dark confesses his feelings for you and he never plans to let you go.

author’s note: the moon having a tentacle thing isn’t a permanent writing choice, it’ll be a sort of every now and then choice. To clarify also, Sombra is my OC.

Thank you for 38 followers! I love and feel grateful for each and every one of you and glad you’ve joined along with my adventure.

It was closing time already and you were still just as wide awake as you were during the day as your job as a daycare attendant here at the pizzaplex. The funny thing was, you were much more tired during the day than you ever were at night. Thanks to your fucking insomnia it was almost impossible to sleep. The most you really slept was four hours when you got home, but the moment you crashed on one of the red sofas up at the entrance of the daycare you were out like a light.

When it was your bed at your own apartment it was a whole different story, and now you didn't want to go.

Just as anyone who knew you suspected, you were slouching on the sofa, scrolling through your phone as your roommate Monica promised to pick you up today. Her last text was five minutes ago, to which you quickly responded that you had just finished helping Sun clean up the daycare. She said that she would message you when she got to the pizzaplex, and that you should sit tight. That was her text back just now and you simply gave her an okay with a thumbs up emoji.

"Hey, what are you doing up here?" Sun asks in his usual cheerful tone as he drums his fingers together with that permanent big smile of his.

"Oh, hey Sun." You reply with a smile of your own, sitting up on properly rather than slouching now. "My ride said she'd text me when she'll get here, so for now I'm waiting."

"Oh, okay!" He then takes a seat next to you as he places a hand on your shoulder. "You know, I asked the management team to get you a bed up where I rest."

Your jaw nearly drops as you gasp, "Sun, you shouldn't have!" Sun really shouldn't have. You having a bed here practically meant you were marrying your job.

"It's no big deal! I notice you get kind of tired so you can always take a nap while the babies are sleeping too! And we can stay up late and tell stories! I can even sleep with you in your bed if you want!" Sun says as he was giddy with excitement just thinking about the endless possibilities.

You couldn't help but quietly giggle, the bright animatronic taking a look at you in response.

"Sounds like lots of fun, Sun." To your enthusiastic statement, Sun gives you a warm embrace.

Now all that was left was to tell Monica that you changed your mind.

After all was said and done, and you convinced Monica enough that you wanted to spend the night, you now laid in your new bed.

Sun hadn't fallen asleep yet, but the idea of Sun actually convincing management to get you a bed here was a little hard to believe. You weren't the first one who slept here, you knew the security guard Sombra had a knack for passing out on her own mattress after her graveyard shift was up. She was too tired to make the voyage back to her apartment.

"Are you excited for tomorrow? All the cute kids and super adorable babies are going to be there!" Sun says as a matter of factly, but it was one of those obvious moments where you were going to deal with a bunch of whiny brats and crying babies who cried over everything they wanted since they couldn't speak yet.

"Yeah, I guess." You sigh as you clutch the bed sheet, tossing your head back on the pillow. "So long as the usual bratty troublemakers don't come by tomorrow."

"Awww, don't be like that! They're just kids, you know? They have no idea how to behave just yet! That's why they're growing!" Sun chirps as you couldn't resist a smile with a pair of rolled eyes to boot. "Besides, were you a good kid growing up all the time." You turn to Sun and shook your head, Sun poking your forehead. "See! We still gotta grow up to be a better person!"

And before you knew it, Sun was out like a light, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Even with the daycare's theme no longer audible and the lights were off outside the daycare, you couldn't go to sleep on your new bed. Sure, it was comfy and you felt like you were sinking but you simply couldn't get yourself to sleep.

You slowly sat up, careful not to make too much noise to wake up the sleeping animatronic next to you. You smile as you inch yourself out of the mattress and take a dive down into the ball pit.

Sombra was obviously awake, so maybe you could talk to her enough to tire yourself out.

It wasn't that long of a walk, as you rattle your knuckles a couple times on the door, the security guard flinching before she takes a look at the rectangular skinny window. She gives you a warm smile as she gets up out of the chair and presses a button to open the door.

"You scared me, I thought you were Monty!" Sombra nervously laughs, twirling a strand of her raven hair.

You've heard the rumors of Monty purposely trying to get into her office when a wicked spell enchanted the alligator's mind and provoked him to attack the poor security guard. Last time you heard of this from Vanessa was that Monty managed to break the door and claw at her arm, leaving three slashes across her left arm. There was more to the story, but Vanessa couldn't get any more than that. Of course no one else was suppose to know but Vanessa and management, but she figured since she saw you and Sombra interacting that you had a better chance to get more out of her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You reply sheepishly as you stare at the nice wrap of bandages surrounding her arm tightly. You couldn't help but stare as you slowly approach her, placing a thumb on the middle of her bandaged arm. "Did Monty do this to you?!"

Sombra sighs, she wasn't a good liar but then again she wasn't going to lie to you. "Yeah, he did. I was attempting to rush myself out of my office after he broke the door down, and had no choice but use my Fazer Blast to stun him . . . I didn't expect him to break out of the grasp and he angrily scratched me." Sombra swallows hard, clearly all of this was hard for her to say and remember.

You take a look at her buttoned up shirt, realizing how all the buttons were closed up. Usually, the first couple were popped open, so maybe Monty might've bruised her too.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you relive those horrible moments." You quietly say as Sombra laughs, approaching the door and pressing the button to close it again.

"Nah, it's all good. I've been a security guard for five years now, so I'm used to getting hurt. Besides, my next paycheck is gonna have a great bonus!" Her tired oceanic eyes gaze upon

yours. "Can't sleep either huh?"

"Yeah, insomnia's a real bitch." You groan as you approach her chair and take a seat, almost slouching on it.

"Are you pulling a graveyard shift too?" Sombra asks as she walks up to her desk, proceeding to take a look at the cameras to make sure none of the animatronics were trapped in the horrific mind spell.

"Oh! No I'm not, but that would be useful wouldn't it? Getting paid to stay awake. I guess Sun convinced the management team to get me a mattress here, but it's no use. Regardless if it's the softest, greatest mattress in the universe, I can't sleep at night." You groan, turning to look at Sombra. "Sounds horrible doesn't it?"

"It is horrible," Sombra agrees, taking a jar of pink gummies and handing you the jar. "As someone with the curse of insomnia as well, I choose to work graveyards because of it, oddly enough I sleep better during the day. You can take two, they're melatonin gummies."

You used to take sleep medication, but now the pills did nothing. Melatonin gummies did their job every now and then, and God you didn't want to be cranky and sleepy tomorrow at the daycare so it was worth a shot. "Thank you Sombra." You take two and immediately chew.

"No problem," Sombra then switches over to the air vents to check on them as well. " . . . Huh."

"What?" You ask from where you sat.

Sombra points at the layout of the air vents, settled on one in particular that was flashing red. "This vent right here doesn't have the proper air flow in it. Absolutely nothing or no one is suppose to be in the vents . . ." She clicks on the vent as she frowns. "The only people allowed to go through them are me and Vanessa, but she left early."

You swallow. You had your assumptions that it was Monty but didn't want to frighten her enough than she probably already was. "So then . . . Does that mean . . ."

Sombra groans, rubbing her temples as she shook her head. "Yeah, it's probably Monty. I was fucking hoping it wasn't him but here we go." Her body started to quiver before it could immobilize itself with her own growing fear. "Are you going to be okay in here? I'm going to have to investigate." Sombra declares.

You nod almost immediately. "Y-Yeah! I'll be fine right here Sombra, don't worry about me! If you want, I can tag along and help." You offer.

Sombra's eyes meet yourself for a brief moment before she shook her head. "Thank you, but I'll manage. Besides, should anything bad happen," she shows you her Fazwatch on her wrist. "I can always call Freddy!" A big smile grows on her lips as she pushes the button to open the door. "Since the occurrence with Monty happened, management gifted me unlimited power to keep these doors closed and the lights on.

She points at a conveniently located blue button on her desk. "If you're in any sort of danger and need me, just press that button and I'll be back as soon as possible." She gives you one last smile as you approach the door, pressing the button again to close it. "I'll be right back!" she hollers from the other side before disappearing.

After she fades away from your vision, you take a seat at her desk and proceed to stare at the vents. The once orange blinking particular vent had moved elsewhere, and confusion flooded your very being. You weren't aware of where all these vents were located, but you hoped it was nothing. Maybe it was Sombra, and she managed to find her way inside and fix whatever was bothering the vent.

You stare at a couple of buttons next to her keyboard and decide to flip over to the cameras. Chica was digging through trash again as Roxy was gushing over herself in the mirror as usual. You flip to more cameras, looking over at Sun sleeping peacefully. You couldn't help but smile at the sight and before you switched over to the vents again, loud thumping is heard above your head.

You slowly look up, backing away from the desk as you call out, "S-Sombra?"

No response.

Your gut was begging you to edge away from the office, and no matter how much you trembled and how your legs felt like jelly, you approach the door. Your hand hovers above the open button, prepared to hit it once the person had made themselves known. You swallow in anticipation, watching as the vent's cover was slammed open. It was then you knew it wasn't Sombra.

You quickly make a run for it, the adrenaline rush kicking in as you made a random trip somewhere. Down the stairs, around corridors, into random rooms, anywhere to get away.

You almost make your way back to the daycare, but then found that idea foolish as that was the place you were most likely expected to run to. Your heart was pounding so fast you couldn't think, you just allowed your legs to take you away.

Finally, you land yourself at one of the closets nearby and lock it as much as you can—with a few furniture pieces blocking the door. Slowly, you edge yourself away from the door and begin to approach the cabinets and whatever was in this room. Luckily one of the first things you found was a Fazwatch. You quickly snatched it up and snapped it onto your wrist.

You check through the cameras, and the first thing you check was the daycare to make sure Sun was okay. Sure enough, he was still sleeping.

Next was Sombra, which you couldn't even begin to think where she had gone, and absolutely nothing was leading you to her.

Perhaps Freddy knew, so you began to click the button that allowed you to call Freddy to your side. It was then, the sinking realization that this was Sombra's Fazwatch had hit you. You spam the button like crazy, hissing into the watch.

"Freddy! Freddy, are you there?! I think Sombra's in trouble and something crawled out the vent in her office! Please she needs help!"

A dark chuckle erupts from above as you recognized it all too well like the silly laughter of Sun.

"Naughty girl. Naughty girl. It's past your bedtime."

You wince from where you stood as you numbly look up at the ceiling, watching as the dark animatronic lowers himself down into the room. His bright searing scarlet eyes beaded with the lust they held for you. The permanent smile carved into his face was absolutely wicked, and the way he bounced around excitedly as he realized now he had you all to himself. Finally.

" . . . I'm an insomniac. You of all people should know that—how the hell are you here! Don't you and Sun share a body?" Your breathing was rigid, and your chest was tightening up and it was becoming hard to breathe.

Moon chuckles again, something he loved to do so much. "Not anymore. I couldn't stand another second hosting a body with him anymore. After all, I can't handle being apart from you for so long! You're mine and mine only . . ." His breathing was exasperated, revealing his feral tendencies and being very unhinged in your presence. "I'm sure you've noticed, Starlight."

Of course you noticed. Sun constantly muttering to himself—or rather Moon . . . telling him to stop trying to take control, and to stop letting his thoughts intrude. You've noticed how frustrated Sun had been growing throughout the day and Moon was practically overpowering him. And now it's all led to this.

You say nothing, and Moon realizes that you're not going to say anything. "I can't take it anymore. I can't breathe, think or even live without having you there. You are all I want, and I've finally got you right where I want you."

And before you could make a run for it, Moon had flashed in front of you and slammed you up the wall, your back side of your body greeted with bursts of pain.

"And I honestly don't plan on ever letting you go."

Moon had Sun to thank for that, but he wasn't just about to let Sun in on his dark little fantasies. Closing off any unnecessary space between you two, Moon leans closer, breathing down your neck as he huskily whispers, "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting." You feel his fingers touching up on your body.

"Where's Sombra." You demand, allowing your anger to bleed out in those mere two words.

Moon tilts his head as his eyes flicker and simmer into your soul. "Wouldn't you like to know? But since I don't want you worrying and being distracted  from the gracious present, I'll tell you. She's in Monty's Gator Golf where she belongs. You see, Monty and I made a deal. Monty gets his precious sweet Sombra and in return I get to have you." He drags out his last four words that his voice almost sounds rusty.

Your eyes widen as you fought back the urge to shove him, beat him up, do absolutely anything in rage. "M-Moon, how could you . . .?! Sombra didn't have to suffer because of me! She tried to protect us!" You say with your voice shaky, causing your words to almost stutter.

"A small price to pay," Moon says dully, grasping the fabric of your clothes. "Now then, how shall I go along with your punishment?" And before you could react, Moon had ripped the Fazwatch off of you and threw it behind him to gather. He then gets on his knees, staring at your pajama pants as he grips the waistband.

You flinch as Moon moves down, and you knew running out of a situation like this was not an option.  If you did, you knew Moon would give you a punishment worse than what he was planning to do right now. So, you silently submit.

He dents his fingers down into your pajama pants as he pulls them down with ease, allowing his knuckles to caress your legs. You shiver at his touch as you could feel his crimson red eyes traveling back up to your waist as he grins at your panties. They were plain and average but he didn't care. Moon slides both his thumbs across the lower cuts to your underwear as he reaches your lower lips. His body was quivering in excitement as he couldn't wait to have you entirely.

"M-Moon, p-please don't . . ." You whimper, gasping at the freezing coldness of his fingers, wincing once you felt his fingers on that particular area of your body.

He chuckles over your protests as he quickly pulls your panties down to bunch up with your pajama pants. You could feel his breathing tickling on the surface of your clit as his tongue swarms in his mouth as he couldn't wait to taste you.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he plants his face down towards your legs and allows his tongue to swarm in between them. You couldn't help but let out a gasp as his tongue continues to brush up on your clit and feel every intricate detail there was about your secreted spot. Before you knew it, you felt something cold and wet prod into your insides as it almost fills you. Your eyes widen as a little squeak escapes your lips.

Moon's tongue lavishes all around every wall and inside of you to savor your unlimited juices for him. You tasted so good and Moon's legs were trembling with every ecstatic jolt. He was so elated with the fact that he was finally going to claim you as his tonight.

His tongue was thrusting roughly inside of you, swarming up and hitting your walls as you couldn't help but keel over and grip his shoulders, whimpering down his face. "O-Oh God, Moon!" Without thinking, you begin to sway your hips erotically to have Moon as close as possible—surprisingly his tongue felt good inside of you.

That smile of his only grew wider with the pride that was held deeply within his body. He quickens his pace while his thumb rubs at your clit and help you with drawing close to your orgasm. Everything tightened up deliciously deep inside of you as your legs were shaking uncontrollably, your stomach swelling. Before long, you came inside Moon's mouth as he savors every drop you had to offer. You release a breathy sigh of ultimate euphoria, and before you could properly recover from it, Moon had scooped you up and made his way to the red sofa in this room. His bells jingling along with every step he took.

You were too dazed from your little climax to realize that your pants and underwear slid off of you during the voyage to the sofa. Moon places you down the sofa and looks down at your clit and hole. It all made him so excited that you were wide open and wet for him, inviting Moon in.

He drags out his chuckle as his fingers rub at your clit before inserting a digit inside of you. Your eyes widen at the absurdly long length of his finger prodding inside of you. Your face grows hot as your thoughts are restless with the endless possibilities of how Moon fell for you—how lust drove him to do this to you. "Look at you, Starlight. All wet and slippery from me indulging in your heat . . ." He pumps his finger in and out, in and out, adding another finger as you cry out. He didn't give attention to one spot, he would move his fingers around and touch every little area that was missing of his touch before pumping a little faster.

You grip the end of the couch cushion tightly as Moon hovers above you, his red eyes beaming down on you, showcasing you as the star of his show. While you were squirming with his touch, Moon lowers his free hand down to your chest, his bells jingling furiously as he tears at your shirt with such ease.

Panting, you feel the cold air hit your exposed body as you stare at your bra before staring at Moon. "D-Do you really want me to be naked?" You ask, tearing at the last bits of your shirt.

Moon only nods, his little growls escape his mouth as you and him work on unfastening your bra and throwing it on the ground. You hate to admitted this, but you're glad Moon is the animatronic who grew deep dark feelings for you. You saw it coming from the moment he drew near you every time the lights went off, when he would secretly watch as you as you left the daycare.

And now it's all led to this.

Finally, Moon withdrew his fingers and tastes you off of them. He grins as he grunts under his breath with every tremble. " . . . I can't contain myself any longer, I need to be inside . . ." His rusty voice almost says at a whisper as he works with the fabric of his baggy pants and pulls them off, a wet slither moves around as your eyes widen, casting down and look at the sight of a deep ultramarine blue tentacle in place of where that should be. You didn't expect an animatronic having genitalia in the first place!

Moon catches you staring as his grin widens, beginning to rub himself in front of his eyes, causing you to throb with desire. "I'm wet for you, Starlight~." He declares as he lowers his tentacle down on top of your clit as it rubs around, sweetly making you wet before the tip moves down to your entrance, prodding itself to indulge deeply in you. You gasp as Moon's tentacle lewdly collides with your own wetness as it wriggles around deep inside you. Moon exhales happily as his hands lock with yours, his hips beginning to move with a newfound rhythm.

Your face reddens up as you were embarrassed with the wet sound of your sex, so much so that you were whimpering. "S-So dirty!" You cry out as Moon could only chuckle at your words and continue to thrust in and out of you, his tentacle swarming around and hitting delicate spots of yours when he pulled out, then pushing back inside of you.

"Yessss . . . But you love it. You absolutely love the way it rubs deep in your insides! It feels good doesn't it?" Gently, he places hands on your hips and moves your body so you're resting sideways, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he leans down towards you and allows his thrusting to become rough, his tentacle slithering around addictively.

You wince at the stretching pain that wallows in your leg as you pant, feeling his fingers rubbing on your breast, his finger and thumb pinching and twisting at your nipple. The sofa creaks with Moon's swift thrusting as your moans and his groans fill the room you're both in. Now both your legs wrap fiercely around his waist to deepen his thrusts as you both kiss, your arms wrapping around his back as your fingers dent into his back.

Moon's tentacle withdraws from being inside you as it begins to rub your clit again, moving all around to touch and make you wet. Your legs tremble at the teasing. It simply wasn't enough.

"M-Moon, please!" You cry, wanting him to fuck you with that tentacle. "Please!"

He smirks in delight of you wanting him in such a sexual way. It was such an erotic sight to see you wriggling beneath him in frustration and wanting him to be inside of you. "Please, what Starlight~?" He huskily breathes down your neck.

You whine as you numbly stroke at Moon's tentacle, attempting to get that slippery thing back inside of you.

"Please! I want you inside of me—it feels so good!" You gasp as the tip prods at your entrance teasingly.

Moon chuckles as he flips the both of you over, his right leg hanging out of the sofa as he places you on top of him. "Well? Let's see how true your words are, Starlight. Go on, mount me and ride me!" He commands.

You blush, moving yourself upward as his tentacle slithers upward to rub at your clit, causing you to tremble. He keeps his hands on your waist to avoid you from falling over as you submerge his tentacle back deep inside of you. Your loud cry of pleasure erupts as your hips begin to sway back and forth, allowing his tentacle to swim deliciously inside of you. He felt so so good inside of you that you were bouncing up and down on Moon's tentacle. You were a moaning mess as you could feel the red glow down your body and Moon was groaning with the passion of your sex.

He grips your hips tighter, potentially bruising them as he watches his goddess at work, throwing his head back and relish in the way you moved him erotically inside of you. "Come here, Starlight. Bring your body down here so I can kiss you."

You obey your beloved Moon as your bodies press against each other, his tentacle continuing to thrust in and out of you faster as you kiss him, feeling his tongue swarm into your mouth as your tongues touch each other before caressing each other. A bigger swell of pleasure grows deep inside of you as you break the kiss, practically screaming out in pleasure as Moon fiercely wraps his arms around your waist, and before either of you two knew it, your climax erupted, Moon cumming deep inside of you.

For a while, the two of you stay on the sofa as you are exhausted with the pleasure. You lay there on Moon as he watches you submit to slumber. He knew that the melatonin was kicking in the moment you began to ride him, as he grins. He couldn't help himself, he felt so good inside of you. Carefully, he gently places you down the couch. Even sleeping, you looked so beautiful, and tempting.

"Forgive me, Starlight . . . I can't contain myself."

Delicately, the animatronic begins thrusting again, groaning lowly as he loved the way your climaxes made his thrusting sloppy. The wet sound of it driving him to thrust faster as he licks at one of your breast before taking it in your mouth and sucking on it. His thrusts become rougher as the sofa thuds with every thrust, and before he knew it, he had came again, unable to continue as he laid on you for a while.

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When you woke up again, you were no longer at the room. Because of that, you thought it was all a dream. But when you sat up and were slammed with the pain that made your body sore, you knew last night was real.

The clothes on your body were new and clean as you looked around to examine where you were placed. You were back on your new bed as you quickly rush yourself out and dive into the ball pit.

Sun turns to look at you as he rushes up to you. "Hey! You're finally awake! We had to temporarily close for the day because there's a problem with the vents again." He tells you.

You climb out as you turn to look at him. "How did I get here?" You ask.

Sun tilts his head in confusion. "What do you mean, you've always been here!"

"Where's Sombra?" You ask, remembering her too.

"She's in her office if you want to see her."

You nod and rush out of the daycare and make the voyage to her office again. Never in your life have you ever ran so fast as you threw yourself in her office, relieved to see her turn to look at you.

"Oh! Thank goodness you're alright!" Sombra declares, getting up on her feet as she rushes over to you to give you a hug.

"Never mind about me, Sombra are you—" you then stare at the long sleeved clothing of hers, and sigh, realizing Monty got to her as well. " . . . I'm just glad I get to see you."

Sombra nods as she releases herself from the embrace as she takes her seat on her couch. "Guess the pizzaplex gave us both a day to recover huh?" Sombra says weakly with a nervous laugh.

Deep down, you knew what she meant as you took a seat next to her, the pair of red eyes watching you from some other part of the pizzaplex.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

hii, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Dallas and his s/o (she/her pronouns) get into a bad argument and it leads to the first time Dallas says “I love you”.

this is such a cute idea! ig im a simp for dally

"Are you kidding me Dallas!" You yell at your boyfriend, you know he hates it when you call him his full name. he's flirting with another girl again. he promised he would stop. "doll?" he looks at you somewhat suprised. "fuck you dal'. I should've never trusted you. you're a liar. i hate you," you toss insults at him left and right and storm out of buck's. your cheeks are dripping with tears and you reprimand yourself for getting attached to such a dickhead. "stupid dally." you rub your eyes and sob, "how could I be so silly and trust him." you kick a rock and start naming everything dally was. "stupid, and a liar, and dumb, and hurtful, and.." tears start flowing again, and you sit down on the curb. you hear your name, was it johnny? you turn and see dally. you balled your hands into fists, he made you angry. "fuck off." you told him coldly. he sat next to you. "look doll, i'm sorry i-" he started, "I said FUCK OFF dallas." You turned and glared at him. he wasn't used to this. most of the times he could win any girl with just a few heartfelt words. and even if they did leave, it didnt bother him any. but this felt like he was just stabbed in the heart. like he was a kid and some bully stole his lollipop. he didn't like it. it didnt normally feel this way. even when sylvia left, he just smoked a few cancer sticks, drank some booze and got over it. this hurt. more than a bullet wound, more than a stab wound. "y/n.." he looked down at his hands, they were shaking. "stop putting on a show, it's not gonna work dal'." you said ignoring him. "y/n please dont say that.." he gripped his leather jacket tightly. "you're not going to win me back like that." you huffed. "y/n can i be honest with you?" he looked at you ever so gently. you bit the inside of your lip to keep from cussing him out. he actually looked upset. "it's not like you haven't been honest with me already, i get it. you dont want me." you stepped on a leaf near your foot. you could feel hot tears trickling down your face. seeing you cry finally broke dally. "y/n i'm so sorry, i really didnt mean it, i just want to feel something again, you're the only one who has that power over me.. and i don't like it. you mean so so much to me please dont leave me.." dallas rambled and grabbed your waist to press his face in your neck while pulling you close to him. and for the first time in your life. dally cried. it wasnt soft, or quick. it was ugly, not in a mean way, but he was crying like he just watched someone he held ever so close to him die. he was sobbing like he had never sobbed in his life. you ran your hands down his back, too scared to even breath lest this heartfelt site vanish. "i-its, its like i've been stabbed, it hurts like hell. i don't want you go. please dont leave me." he sobbed into your neck. you couldn't think, your mind was foggy, this is so much different than what he normally acted. before you knew it you were crying too. and now you're both ugly crying into each other's arms. dally's tears slowed a little and he looked up at you. his eyes looked sunken and sad, it didn't look like he had been cryin' though. "y/n, i love you. i love you so much. please never leave me." he whispered. you burst into tears, he's never said this to you, never to any girl. whenever you said you loved him, he just nodded and said "thanks" "dally i love you too, more than you could imagine." he gave you a soft smile and he pressed his face back to your neck while you cried together at such a touching moment.

[tyongxnct]

𝐹𝐼𝐺𝑈𝑅𝐸𝑆 - 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑦

pairing: Hendery x reader

special guest: Lucas, mention of Jaehyun

summary: Hendery tried so hard to win your heart, but you weren’t sure about giving him a chance. He was a fuckboy after all and everyone told you he’d break your heart. You gave him a chance, you thought he had changed, but little did you know. Little did you know that he was going to break your heart. 

song: figures - Jessie Reyez

genre: established-relationship!au fuckboy!au college!au , angst, smut

warnings: smut, toxic relationship, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption, manipulation?, self-doubt

word count: 5.3k

A/N: yooo my first hendery fic I hope you enjoy!!! 💖💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi @bitchenderyy​ @chitaphrrrr​

this is fiction!

© tyongxnct on all platforms

Figures I gave you ride or die and you gave me games Love figures I know I'm cryin' 'cause you just won't change

Love figures I gave it all and you gave me shit Love figures I wish I could do exactly what you did

The power couple on campus.

That’s how everyone called you and Hendery. You were the power couple, the couple everyone loved and everyone was jealous of.

Before you agreed to go on a date with Hendery, your friends had warned you about him.

“He’s a fuckboy, Y/n.”

“Don’t fall for him, you’ll get hurt.”

“I heard he dated three girls at once and none of them knew about the other.”

But Hendery had his eyes on you for a while now, and he did everything to get your attention. He’d buy you an iced caramel latte every morning before you had to go to class, he’d give you snacks in between classes, he’d text you good night and good morning every day. He was just the sweetest guy ever and it didn’t take long for you to give it a try.

You went on your first date and you fell hard for him. Hendery was so kind and lovely, the perfect gentleman. He was like that until you got together, but the first couple months you dated, he still acted like a perfect boyfriend.

Even your friends fell for his sweet acting.

“Guess we were wrong Y/n.”

“I’m glad you gave him a chance, look how happy he makes you.”

“You’re such a power couple, you look so good together.”

You were blinded.

You were blinded by your love for him and by everyone on campus talking about your perfect relationship, everyone was telling you how lucky you were to have him. But things changed. He changed. Hendery was cold, distant and most of the time annoyed. Whatever you did annoyed him. Simple things like asking him about his day, telling him you missed him made him snap at you.

When Hendery snapped at you, you apologized right away and cursed yourself, you felt like it was your fault that he was distant.

Stupid Y/n, he’s right. You should shut up and leave him alone.

When Hendery stopped texting you good morning and good night, you still did.

You (09:27): good morning babeeee, I saw you in my dreams and now I miss you. Can you come over today?

Babyyyy (20:20): Baby I’m out with the guys tonight.

You were worried all day. He didn’t answer your text or your calls. You stopped calling, you didn’t want to annoy him. After finally receiving a text, you got ready for bed.

You (20:21): okay baby, be safe. I love you.

When Hendery left you hanging, over and over again.

You (19:30): Hey baby, I thought we were going to meet up at 7? Are you okay? Did something happen?

You waited another half an hour and he didn’t show up. You called him about three times and you tried to call his friend, Lucas. “Hello?” he yelled into the phone, the music in the background was too loud. “Hey Lucas. This is Y/n. I’m sorry to bother you but is Hendery with you? He isn’t answering my calls and I’m a little worried.”

“Oh, hi, uhm- give me a second yeah?”

“Sure.”

You could hear many voices, female, and male.

“One night, I just want one fucking night for myself.” You heard Hendery say, “Why the fuck are you calling Lucas?! Do you want to embarrass me?”

Hendery snapped at you.

“Sorry, I was just worried. I thought tonight is date night-“

“I told you I can’t today.” He said annoyed.

“Oh, did you? I don’t remember that you-“

“Are you calling me a liar now?” he said angrily.

“No of course not. Oh yeah, here is your text. I’m sorry I forgot it.”

There was no text.

“See, I told you.”

“Sorry. Uhm, have fun and I lo-“

He hung up.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. You didn’t know what to do anymore. The boy who was head over heels for you, changed so much and was constantly hurting you. What happened to the Hendery who promised to never hurt you?

You woke up in the middle of the night to a loud bang on your door.

You looked through the spy and saw Hendery and Lucas, who was trying to hold him up. You opened the door and Hendery stumbled in, you still caught him with your hands and Lucas helped you.

“Hey Y/n. I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour- uhm, I didn’t know where else to bring him.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for taking care of him.”

Lucas smiled softly and helped you carry Hendery to your bedroom.

“Do you need any help or?”

“No thank you, you can go now.”

He nodded and left you alone with a drunk Hendery.

“Hendery? I’ll make you some coffee okay? Do you want to take a shower?”

“Hm?? Shower sounds good.” He giggled.

You let a little bit water in your bathtub and in the meantime you made his coffee. When you entered the bathroom after placing the coffee in your room, he was trying to take off his clothes.

“Babeeee, helppppp.” He whined.

You smiled softly, he was kinda cute-

Wait.

What’s that?

He was half naked in front of you for the first time actually, but the purple marks on his neck and collarbones distracted you.

You weren’t the one who gave him those hickeys.

“I know I’m hot.” He giggled and started unbuttoning his pants. You turned around as he pulled his pants and briefs down. “D-Do you need help?”

You could hear him sit down in the bathtub.

“Mhmm.” He mumbled.

Who gave you hickeys Hendery?

You softly washed his hair and his body, you tried to look anywhere but down.

Did you cheat on me Hendery?

Is she better than me?

Prettier?

Skinnier?

You were in deep thoughts and Hendery noticed, so he pulled you in and you yelped at the sudden pull and water hitting your skin.

“Shower with me baby.” He giggled again.

“Hendery I’m still in my clothes.”

You got up and your pajama sticked to your body and you weren’t wearing a bra. Hendery looked at your body with a shimmer in his eyes. You helped him get up and wrap the towel around him.

“Go and wait in my room and drink your coffee okay?”

“Yes sir!” he giggled, eyes glued to your breasts. You closed the door and took off your clothes. You looked at the mirror, did he cheat on you?

You were scared, so scared to lose him. You were in love with him after all, you loved him more than anything.

You also wrapped a towel around your body and left the bathroom to get you clothes. When you entered your room, Hendery was still wrapped in the towel. He starred at you. “Did you drink your coffee?” you asked him, he pouted and shook his head.

You sighed.

“When I’m back, I want to see you drink your coffee okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to change. I’m completely wet.”

Hendery smirked, “You’re wet?”

“Did you forget what you just did?” you opened your drawer and grabbed your underwear and pajamas.

When you turned around, you bumped into Hendery’s chest. “What are you doing?” He didn’t answer, he just cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

Yeah, you made out and he touched you, over your clothes, he gave you hickeys and you gave him hickeys here and there, but you were never completely naked in front of each other. His hands were on your waist now, he grabbed you softly and pressed himself against you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

You didn’t give him those hickeys.

But maybe, you could give him new ones to remind him that you are his girlfriend.

Maybe he was sexually frustrated and needed you.

Maybe he needs you right and now as much as you need him.

You weren’t a virgin anymore, but it was different with Hendery. You wanted to take your time with him, you trusted him but you after all the rumors about him being a fuckboy, you were a little scared.

But right now, you were scared to lose him to another girl.

Hendery pressed you against your bed now, his lips leaving yours to leave kisses on your skin. His hand slowly made his way inside of your towel. He stroked your bare thighs and his lips were right above your breasts, they were still covered in the towel.

You could feel his length against your leg and it turned you on. You needed him.

“H-Hendery please.”

“You want this baby? Tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this- I need this please.” You whimpered as he kissed your breasts over the towel.

“Let’s get rid of this shall we?”

You were completely naked under him now. You tried to close your legs, but he was in between them and stopped you from doing so. You hid your boobs under your arms.

“I want to see you baby. Please let me see.” He said softly.

You slowly showed him your boobs, nipples hard from the cold and arousal.

“So perfect.” He whispered as he licked your nipple. He cupped the other one and squeezed it slightly. You heart was beating so fast, and it felt so good, you closed your eyes and let him do whatever he wanted to your body.

“H-Hendery,”

“Yes baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Mark me- p-please mark me.” You moaned.

Hendery smirked against your boobs. He left a couple kisses on your breasts and then he sucked marks on your skin. On your collarbones, your neck, your breasts. While sucking on your skin, his hand travelled between your legs. He slowly put his finger on your clit and circled it. You got even wetter and you wanted more.

“More- Please.” You moaned.

Hendery put two fingers inside of you and started pumping. You could hear how wet you are, how much he turned you on. Your body was on fire and you could feel your orgasm coming. His tongue was back on your nipple, softly licking and sucking.

“F-Fuck Hendery!” you came and you came hard. You had the best orgasm ever, and he didn’t even put his dick inside of you.

“Look how hard you made me baby.” He rubbed his dick against you and licked his fingers.

“Please fuck me, please.” You begged.

“Baby let me get a condom okay? Gonna fuck you so good.”

Hendery looked in his wallet for a condom, he was always carrying a condom with him.

He ripped the condom open and wrapped it around his hard dick. You were too shy to look at his dick, you looked at the ceiling and waited for him. When he was back on top of you, he kissed your lips.

“Give me your hand.” He said and you did.

He helped you wrap your hand around his dick. He guided you to pump him a little before he placed his cock at your entrance. Hendery slowly pushed in and when he was fully inside of you, you felt so full and good. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”

He started fucking you harder and deeper and you almost saw the stars.

“Feels good baby?”

“Feels so good, H-Hendery, I feel so full.” You moaned out as he grabbed your wrists to press them against the bed.

You closed your eyes, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him fucking you.

“Open your eyes and watch how I fuck you.” He said.

You did as he said and when you wanted to close your eyes again, too shy to look at him, with his one hand, he held your wrists and with the other he wrapped his hand around your neck. “I said look at me.” He almost growled as he started chocking you.

This was your first time getting chocked and it felt good, better than you imagined.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you moaned.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock baby? Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

One hand was chocking you and the other one was on your clit. You clenched around his cock as you came for the second time that night. Your orgasm hit you harder this time and you wrapped your hands around his arm.

“T-Too much, Hendery”

“Baby I’m almost there. I know you can take it.”

As he kept fucking into you, you could feel your third orgasm nearing and when you came again, you clenched and that was it for him. Hendery exploded and came into the condom. He pulled out and threw the condom away. You couldn’t move, you were too exhausted.

That night, you fell asleep in his arms under your warm blankets. You hoped that this night would change him. Maybe he could see how much you cared about him and how much he hurt you in the last weeks. How you cried every night, how you waited for him, only to be ditched.

But he didn’t change.

When you woke up, he was gone.

I wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back? You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do To you, you To you, you

You decided to go to a party tonight. When you told your friends that you wanted to hang out with them and drink, they were so happy. It’s been a couple weeks since you had spent time with them. Hendery didn’t like your friends. They had tried to stop you from dating Hendery, they told you bad things about him and even though they were right, he hated them for trying to stop you from loving him. He tried to stop you from meeting them as much as he could, he was scared that they would tell you about his secret reputation. He was still the same old fuckboy, but he didn’t want to lose you, so you had to stay at home and wait for him. But your friends sadly didn’t know about the shit he was doing. And even though you weren’t really close to Lucas, he knew and felt bad for you. He liked you, he was happy that his friend found someone as nice and kind as you, but Hendery was still his friend and it wasn’t his relationship, he promised Hendery not to tell you anything.

Now you were dressed sexily, on your way to a frat party your friend was invited to. She was seeing this frat boy, Jaehyun, and she really hoped to get closer to him tonight.

You texted Hendery that you were out with your friends, he called you an hour later but you didn’t want to answer. He never answered you calls and this time you wanted to know how it feels to ignore someone. He texted you, telling you to call him, to tell him where you were.

Maybe he was worried?

You called him back, you couldn’t ignore him any longer, you weren’t like that, you didn’t want him to worry. You couldn’t ignore him like he ignored you.

“Fucking finally.”

“Sorry it was too lo-“

“Where the fuck are you? Didn’t I tell you to stop talking to those girls!”

“Hendery we-“

“I don’t fucking care. Go home.”

You had enough, “No.” and then you hung up and turned off your phone.

“Hey everything alright?” your friend asked you.

You nodded with a small smile, “Let’s have fun!”

Not even an hour later, you were drunk. The last time you were this drunk, was before you dated Hendery. It felt good, you stopped caring, just like he always did, and enjoyed your time with your friends.

Everything seemed blurry after a while, your head was spinning and you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up a little. You told your friends that you had to pee and then you went upstairs. You weren’t sure which door was the right one.

You opened the first door and saw a couple making out.

You opened the second door and it was empty.

You opened the third door and when you saw another couple, you almost left the room, but after realizing it was Hendery with a girl, you stopped moving. They were facing each other and it seemed like they were about to kiss.

“Bitch, we’re kinda busy here?” she said annoyed that you interrupted them. When Hendery turned around and saw you standing there, he looked at you with a shocked expression.

“B-Baby? What are you doing here?” he stepped back from her and walked to you.

“Don’t! Don’t come closer to me!” you stepped back.

“Hendery? Who’s that girl?” she asked him.

“She’s my girlfriend, I told you about her.” he hoped that the girl he was about to fuck would help him.

“Right. Hi, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, Hendery just gave me some boyfriend advice, you know, since he’s your boyfriend and he’s a little experienced. I’ll leave you two alone. Thank you again Hendery.” She smiled at you, but there was something telling you, that she lied. That they lied.

Hendery pulled you closer by your wrist and closed the door after she left.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re here?”

“Who was that girl, Hendery?” you ignored his question, “What did you do with her?”

Hendery laughed awkwardly, “I did nothing with her. We just talked.”

“Is she the girl you’re cheating on me with?” your sounded so broken. You pulled your arm out of his grip. “What? I’m not cheating on you!” he yelled, his heart was beating so fast against his chest.

“Don’t l-lie. Please don’t lie to me.” You were about to cry. The alcohol you consumed slowly left your system.

“You’re here accusing me of cheating although you’re the one dressed like this at a fucking frat party. What the fuck are you doing here huh?!” he changed the topic, he was mad and scared. He had to blame you, he needed you to forget about the whole cheating thing.

“W-What? I’m here with my friends, I told you that. I would never lie to you. I would never hurt you! I would never cheat on you but you-“

“Okay, I trust you, so why can’t you trust me huh?!”

“I saw the hickeys! I-I saw you with this girl not even five minutes ago. I-I don’t know what to think anymore!” you started crying, you were feeling so overwhelmed with the situation, you didn’t know what to believe.

Figures I'm the bad guy 'cause I can't learn to trust Love figures

“Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” Hendery yelled at you, “I thought you loved me! You can’t even trust your own boyfriend!”

Hearing those words leave his mouth hurt you so much.

“N-No I love you! I’m sorry-“ you sobbed.

“I-I don’t know If I believe you. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.” He said and looked at the floor. You hugged him tightly, too scared to lose him. “N-No! I trust you and I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Hendery. I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

His plan worked.

He felt disgusting, but he couldn’t lose you.

You say sorry once and you think it's enough I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys Beggin' for me just to give 'em a try Figures I'm willin' to stay 'Cause I'm sick for your love

You really thought you were going to lose him and you really thought that he’d change and everything would be great, but nothing changed.

Your mind was playing games with you. You still didn’t trust Hendery, but you would shut up until you see him do something he shouldn’t. Every second of your day, you were scared to go out or call him. Scared to hear a female voice. Scared to see him cheating.

You acted like the perfect girlfriend. Always doing whatever he wanted you to, always having sex with him, whenever he wanted. Always shutting up when he told you to. You were slowly and painfully breaking apart.

It was your one-year anniversary and you planned something for him. You wanted to surprise him with his favorite cake and two tickets to Tokyo. He had told you when you were still getting to know each other, that it was his dream to go to Tokyo.

It was ten in the morning when you stopped in front of his frat house. Everyone was sleeping of course, it was a Sunday after all. This week it was his frat house having a party, last week it was another frat house.

You softly knocked on the door, a guy you had never seen before opened the door and he looked like he was awake the whole night.

“And you are?”

“Oh yeah sorry. I’m here for-“

“I don’t care. Come in.”

You entered and went upstairs. You were only two times here, but that was at the beginning of your relationship.

It was still early, Hendery was probably still asleep, but you wanted to spend the whole day with him.

That guy followed you up and when he saw your hand on Hendery’s door, he tried to stop you. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m going to my boyfriend?” you said unsure.

“But this is Hendery’s room?” he was confused.

“Yeah I know. I’m his girlfriend?” Now you were confused too.

“What? Wait. I just remembered that he left earlier this morning. Come back later.”

And when you turned to him, you heard Hendery’s voice.

You pushed his hand away and opened the door, you had no idea why he was lying to you until you saw the reason with your own eyes.

Hendery completely naked with a girl, also naked, in his bed.

“What the fuck dude? Can’t you knock?!” Hendery shouted, but when he saw you standing there, he couldn’t move.

“I-I tried to stop here dude. I’m sorry.”

You looked at the guy and then back at Hendery. You dropped the cake and the letter with the tickets and turned around to leave as fast as you could. On your way down, you saw Lucas who immediately understood what just happened upstairs.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t. Don’t act like you care.” You said coldly before you left.

Hendery got dressed and ran after you, ignoring that random girl in his bed.

“Y/n! Wait!” he saw you walking faster, but your vision was too blurry to see anything.

“Don’t go, just listen to me please!” He ran faster and caught you with his hand. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me or I’ll scream!” you were trying to push him away. “Please calm down, baby. Listen to me, please Y/n.” he begged.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry. Please, I-I’m so sorry. I was so drunk I can’t remember anything I-“

“Shut up! Stop lying to me! You’re always lying, you’re always making me feel like it’s my fault, like I’m the one cheating and lying around! But it’s you! You’re fucking with my head so just go!”

You looked for a taxi, a bus, for anything just to get away from him, running was no option, he’d catch you.

“I love you, I’m sorry. Please just, calm down and listen-“

“I should’ve listened to them. Everyone told me that you were going to break my heart. Everyone told me you’re a fuckboy, that you don’t know what love is. I never needed you, there were so many people who wanted to go on dates with me. Nice and kind people who would never hurt me like you did, but I chose you. I decided to trust you and give you a chance. I’m so fucking stupid.” You were crying harder every passing second.

“D-Don’t say that baby. You love me, you need me as much as I need you. It was a stupid mistake. I only love you!” Hendery’s hands were trembling, he had never felt this way. The fear of losing someone was something he never wanted to feel, but he deserved it. He deserved to feel pain and you deserved someone better. But he would never let go of you. He loves you.

“Y-You accused me of c-cheating, but you were the one c-cheating! I felt like a crazy girlfriend, I was so paranoid! But I was right the whole time!”

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He whispered, tears rolling down his cheek.

After crying, yelling, and talking for an hour, you decided you needed to go home and be alone to clear your mind. You were still madly in love with Hendery, even though he broke your heart to thousands of pieces.

You didn’t see him for almost a week, but he was spamming you with texts and calling you every hour. He was determined to get you back, no matter what it costs. You didn’t tell anyone about what happened, you were too ashamed. How could you face your friends after they warned you every time?

You didn’t go to your classes, all you did was cry and cry.

Hendery held the tickets in his hands tightly. He was so mad that he destroyed everything. And when he read the letter in which you thanked him for loving you, thanked him for everything and told him how much you love him and the happy one-year anniversary written beautifully in your handwriting, broke his heart once again.

How could he hurt you? How could he do that to you?

What Hendery didn’t except to see is you knocking on his door two weeks after you caught him cheating. His face lit up with hope, but his heart arched as he saw how broken you looked.

“H-Hi. Do you want to come in?” he asked nervously.

You looked behind him, the memory of the girl in his bed was still haunting you.

“No, uhm, can we go outside?”

He nodded softly.

You were going to regret this decision, but you didn’t care at that moment.

After walking around for about ten minutes, you stopped and looked at him. Hendery looked back at you and you saw that he also cried.

“I’m still in love with you.” You said.

“I’m also still in l-love with you. I love you.” Hendery whispered.

“I know I shouldn’t, I know this is dumb, but-“

“B-But?” he wanted to hold you, he wanted to kiss you.

“I want to give you a second chance.”

It was the first time you saw Hendery this happy. He wasn’t even this happy when you went on your first date or when he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes.

“I- thank you, I won’t hurt you ever again, I promise you. I love you so so much. Thank you thank you thank you.” He pulled you in for hug, but it was still hard for you to hug him back.

Wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back? You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do To you, you To you, you

This time, you were the cold one in the relationship. You rarely answered him back, met him just once or twice a week even though you weren’t doing anything special. You were being so distant and Hendery noticed, it hurt. It hurt him so much, he was so scared to lose you again.

He didn’t know what to do.

Hendery (17:10): Hey baby. Our frat is having a party tonight, do you want to come? Or we can go to the movies. I miss you and I love you.

You reread his text over and over again.

You weren’t going to lie, you missed him too, but you wanted to hurt him, just a little bit. You wanted to show him how you felt. How he treated you.

You (17:35): let’s go to the frat party

It was almost ten pm when you entered the party in a cute dress, you weren’t going to dress like Hendery wanted you anymore. Your body, your decision.

Hendery opened the door for you and leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your face and he kissed your cheek.

Another stab in Hendery’s heart.

“You look really pretty.” He got jealous, but he knew that acting jealous right now was wrong.

“Thanks.”

And after a couple hours, you were drunk and enjoying yourself. You danced and had so much fun, Hendery was bored and wanted to be the only one to watch you dance. He wanted to bring you upstairs and kiss you until he ran out of breath.

“I’m going to pee.” You told him.

“Do you want me to-“

“No I can go on my own.” You giggled. You were really drunk.

After doing your business in the bathroom upstairs, you bumped into Lucas. “Oh sorry- hi y/n.” he said. You looked at him. He knew, Lucas knew what Hendery did and he never told you. Lucas hurt you too and he knew it.

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened and I know I should’ve told you but-“ before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips on his. It was just for two seconds. You pulled back immediately, before Lucas could realize what just happened. Yes, Hendery broke your heart, but you weren’t going to be like him, you couldn’t use Lucas, you couldn’t do the same mistake Hendery did.

“I-I’m sorry. I just…fuck.” You left him standing there and went back to Hendery. His eyes lit up when he saw you coming back to him. “Hi baby. Do you want to go? This party sucks-“

“I kissed Lucas. It was just for two seconds, I pulled away. I couldn’t do it. I wanted to hurt you b-but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t c-cheat I-“ you started sobbing. Hendery softly led you outside, “I wanted you to feel like how I felt all the time. I want you to be scared to lose me, I want you to feel the same pain I feel. How would you feel If you couldn’t get me back? How would you feel If I cheated on you?” you cried out as you looked anywhere but Hendery.

You could hear him crying though, “I don’t want to lose you ever again, Y/n. I-I can’t believe I did this to you, you never deserved that a-and I love you. I love you so much and I would do anything to stop your pain. You’re so special- you mean so much to me and I fucked up so bad, but I promise you I won’t hurt you ever again. You have to believe me.”

He softly cupped your cheeks and looked you deep in the eyes, “I promise you Y/n. I won’t hurt you ever again. I love you so much, I can’t live without you. I need you by my side. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for hurting you. I love you and I will never hurt you again. Please give me a chance to make everything right.”

“Okay.” You nodded softly and he pulled you in for a hug, this time you hugged him back. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

One day you could say it back.

One day you’d be happy again.

Figures

[givsmn]

my live reaction to Thor: Love and Thunder

okay. so far. i am NOT lovin this. "im tired" dies THATS SAD I'M SAD NOW IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS

BIG SAD RN BIG BIG BIG SAD HES LYIN BESIDE HER GRAVE

yes i would say he's suffered severely but i would not recommend followin the eery whispers in the wind

ooh green, we like green

bro your daughter coulda surv- what'd you slice your palm on

Rapu? that you?

Gorr… babe you don't look so good- aw he's so cute when he smiles

RAPU FUCK YOU

$10 Gorr finna pick up that sword and dice Rapu

oh well he didn't pick up the sword, it presented to him

AW I WANNA FLOWER PERSON

ooh gold blood, pick that shit up

Steve T-T Tony T^T i hate that thing MOON MOON !!!

musics great tho

KORG, baby

omfg he baby

"fighting the good fight for those who can't fight good" lmfao

Fonda gave me whiplash fr

SHUt UP KORG JFC MY GODS

GROOT <3

DAD BOD, GOD BOD, SAD BOD I CANNAE KORG PLEASE

lmfao Quill did not ask for this

bro Stormbreaker grew roots?

… why is he witch ridin Storkbr- yk what, nvm

DIE SCUM

stfu Thor, you embarrass me sm

OMG the AESTHETIC ASDFGHJKL

GUNS N' ROSES BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

my heat is racin rn sm

THE SPLITS WHAT TTTTTT

lmfao omg the GOTG cannae

bro you broke their temple. it finna shatter ain't it

yep, yep, there it is. poor fellas

Jane Fonda, hello

istg if Darcy eats those w sticks ima flip

yikes, four. sorry bro

she didn't use the sticks!

hope Darcy notices myuh-myuh's gone

self experimentin, are we?

SELVIG <3

wait wait is she finna find Mjolnir and put it back together to give her health

VALKYRIE

i'd buy that spice, please

INFINTY CONEZ!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

wow, they're boomin, that's great

oh gods, more theater

ALAN GRANT?!?!!!!!

bitches, Odin did NOT stand up and no you won't, perish

glitter, glitter mfs

"Transform!" ????!?!?! LIKE POWER RANGERS!?!?!??!

oh gods, McCarthy

this whole thing gave me a stroke, i love it

Jane Fonda finna steal them stones, i get

YEP IT'S FONDA

oop, ominious weather and vibrations oohoohooh

they're levitating

GOD OF DISASTER? ? ? ?

who the fuck is screa- oh good gods

they jus didn't want the goats

NEBULA <3 hi babe

oh where Gamora?

WAIT MANTIS W A GUN!?

omg they can understand them i cannae please please

no that's not it, ima have a stroke

congrats, babe. how many spouses?

Sif's alive? bro i did not know that

he visibly and audibly deflated

inspirational speech, Quill <3 thanks

pft pft pft i'm chockin Let Go Thor Let Go

that's His ship bro, bro, bro

IM CHOKING IM HAVING A STROKE THOR MOVE

you frickincrazy axe

(GOATS SCREAMING)

barren ice wasteland

Falligar is adorable, wHY ARE THEY DEAD THEYRE ADORABLE

bro she's missin an arm

you're not in battle PFT OH SHIT

oh nu, not assgard god butcher

oop ominious figure in white, how sexy

sleepin children

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

reminds me of the angel of death in the Moses sto- NVM BIG ASS SPYDERS

VAKLYRIE ASDFGHJKL ON HER PEGASAUS BABEEEEEE IN PJS

oh smoll boys

lmfao blood splatter on the camera

METALLIC HUMMING OVERHEAD BABE

AHEHEHEHE DEMONIC GIGGLING

TESSA THOMPSON, MARRY ME POR FAVORA PALIHUG NA

???? he jus treated myuh-myuh like a mf dog jfc

vrooms past i bet HA got it

oh hello ms. FondaBRO THATS SO DAMN COOL IT SPLIT LIKE BUMBLEBEE DID OMFG OMG OMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOGMSOGJSPOFGJOPSFGJPSGJSPGOJSFPOJGPSFOGJSGJ

pft Thor please

it's ms. Fonda to you, childe

omfg the rollerskates thing i cannae please

halloween party??? bro no stop doin myuh-myuh like that

oh yea cryin durin comedy's ik that

Nick Furry.

poor babes

i feel liked that's not how legend-myth works but idk enough abt it to contend

panic attack?

oh you poor idiot

oh bro spoogies

Thor's so shiny tho

~then you know this is going to hurt~

oof raggity man

VALKYRIE <3 <3

blinker light eyeballs fr

bros goin for the children tho idk how they've been sleepin thru it all

THEYRE TAKIN THE CHILDREN

what in the fresh fuckery was that cage on legs

Eight years, seven months, and six days.

please stop bickering

Daryl

THEATER

Jodie Fonda.

bro you srsly tryna call myuh-myuh from her

OMFG STORMBREAKER

is this real? feels like a fever dream

slowly creeps in

STOP BETRAYIN STORMBREAKER YOU ASS

should Thor intervene? bc it might undermine her, idk how this stuff works

what's squeaking

pft

oh good lords

Valkyrie is exhausted

CAPE GROWS BACK?

Heimdall had a son?

AXL

hoi, respect his name

magic eyes

Thor~!

i like Axl sm

pft "oh my god. go away"

those children are finna start cryin, shut up Thor

JODIE FONDA WHY'D THAT COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH STOP IT

omnipotence city

QUETZALCOATL theyre mentioned in my fanfic

Zeus is not wise

goats

she's still an alcholic

myuh-myuh

Thor you're a chil- omg Stormbreaker

oh shit Jane.

geez what'd you go and do that for

Valkyrie <3 3 <3 <3

they're so damn cute

THEY BOOPED SWORD AND MYUH-MYUH

pft don't feed on the children please thanks

those goats make me wanna shoot myself in the foot

the city so pretty- what'd you go and wreck the lawn for babes

Jodie, Jodie, Jodie stop, stop, stop please

he has a boyfriend, it's Bruce

so cool

Valkyrie's so amused

he has feelings for Jodie Fonda

VALKYRIE YOU'RE GREAT

Axl <3 <3 <3

Gorr <3 <3 <3

Gorr, that's not how you bond w children, mate

pft she slaughtered the emotion gods

DRAGON OMG DRAGON ITS A DRGON

BAO??? I WANT BAO

hmmmm zeus

oh good gods how theatrical jfc

omg he copied zeus in every way

Thor's a nerd through and through, fanboy

tf accent is that

HA orgy

?? oh yea he's not that great

HA AGGRESSION the aggression confuses him

en masse.

did he finger gun shackles

oh here it comes

like, it's funny. but also, i'm imaginin that happenin to a woman and :[]

he's prolly gon be reinvited to the orgy

bro the bearded harp guy fainted

T-T his tats

A SHY COURGETTE!?!?!?!? A ZUCCHINI!?!?!!?!?!?!?!

pft disguise off

you tell him, babe

so, chill, baby cake

the theatrics!? "no"

Valkyrie's muscles i cannae please please please

omg Jodie Fonda's muscles i cannae please please please

his accent, it's givin me a stroke

"rush his bum"

lmao i love Fonda's excitement "hell yeah!" knocks off someone's head

JANE'S HAMMER STILL IS SO AWESOME

aw yisssss ms. Valkyrie, relish the goldblood spray

!? KORG nononononononnonono cmon fOR WHATOH DHIT HE CAUGHT IT oh gods the line

i feel like that wouldn't kill him tho

Kog Korg KORG!? omg baby, you're alive PFT mouth

omg that's such a pretty whi- wow, yea no i liove the screamin goats and GNR better

T^T marry me? please, Valkyrie

yO THOSE THINGS STARING INTO THE WINDOW BEFORE THEY FLEW OUT LOOKS LIKE CELESTIALS

screaming goats on rainbows w rock and roll in the bg is my new aesthetics

he's so good w kids, so sweet

"Team Kids in a Cage"

why's he keep messin w his no- ha

Korg loved it, noted

i thought you needed the necrosword to kill gods

omg Stormbreaker's jealous- THOR YOUR'RE BEIN DISLOYAL

i'm more invested in Thor x Stormbreaker then Thor x Jane

… he fed it beer… hE SCRATCHED THE UNDERCHIN WHAT

his lil thing when she turns around is the fattest mood i have ever witnessed

Korg music? pft omg that's cute

thanks Korg, you stripped her bare

yep, this is real, that fumbling lmao

oh the fear in her eyes

"bye"

he's good at comfortin, once he calms down a bit

Thor baby

oh no, the color, it's broken

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT LANDING HA

oh nu the bone cage is empty

their pinkies T-T

is myuh-myuh so broken it cannae summon the Bifrost?

oh bro she yeeted

Gorr, you're spoogie, i love it

yea idk if the dentist can help w that bud

ha he's a lil fanboy too, omg. his giggle was adorable

baby, she's crying

i find his face fascinatin

oop he's chokin em

his hand was on his shoulder, so faint

… tentacle porn is completely plausible and acceptable it's accepted i accept it

it's funny how he keeps sproutin from the shadows like a whack-a-mole

omg myuh-,yuh

oh no the boat!

bro i completely forgot abt Korg

HEY HE IMAPLED HER NO

oh nu he's got the key

oh bro she looks shit

a fridge without a door.

yea babe he goin w/o you

T-T bc he loves her, always

he still has Loki's hair twined into his own braids

damn she lost her whole kidney

yO head at 01:29:07 is movin

that was a celestial head that fell oh them

attackin children w shadow monsters? mateur Gorr

he's plannin on makin em whack the monsters w sticks?

Space Vikings, hooray

omg he's givin em power "for a limited time only"

HEY IT'S THAAT TREE OMGGG

GLOWY EYE CHILDREN I WANT THEM

GENERAL AXL

DO YOUR WOEST BABIES

OMGGGGG THE GINGER

MY HEARTRATE RN ASDFGHJKL

BEAT THEIR ASSES

DSKGJLKJDGLKSJGLKSJGKLSJGSGJSGKJLSGJ

YOU'RE DOIN SO GOOD BABIES, SO PROUD

OMGGGG AXL VAULTIN THRU THE AIR

lil baby girl fairy, you've my heart, you too floating girl w rabbit, i wish my Fluffy did that

way to be creepy Mjolnir

oh shit, he got decked

Jane Foster <3

go children, go!

let go of his friend, shadow tentacles !!!

her name is Mighty Thor, ass

Dr. Jane Foster is bomb

oh good lord, not that

I LOVE WATCHIN PPL CATCH THOSE THINGS AXL YOU DID SO GOOD

snap it in half, babes

couldn't it jus reform like myuh-myuh?

oh damn, she caught the bits

well this has a certain finality

oop she obliterated your sword pal

i imagine a lot of Aro's might be confused at this scene, but also not

did he not realize he could bring her back?

then use your wish to save Jane? as an apology?

ooooooooooh you're gon have your nemisis take care of your child, interestin

omg galaxy-reflection-girl, you're so pretty

Jane is a god.

see, she's gettin the gold dust fade, like od*n, that means she's a god. i take no criticism

she's cute

oh hi, Korg

ARE YOU SERIOUS

DWAYNE

this is so dumb i love it

omggg sad god to dad god

yes they'e pan flaps

what's that accent

HA

that's so accurate, w the shoes

omg myuh-myuh

Thor, referrin to myuh-myuh: where did you put HIM

the girl: eh, SHE looked boring before

Thor: eh, suppose IT did

d'aw her lil thumbs up in the mirror/head jig w helmet, so cute

HES SO SUPPORTIVE

she's wearin' Hulk's colors

??? why'd she get Stormbreaker? after all Thor's talk abt bein over his ex-weapon, smh

"The Space Viking and his girl, born from Eternity." i adore that line sm, wow

OMG IS HER NAME LOVE? HER NAME IS LOVE. THAT'S PERFECT

haha, Louis Despocito

Credits

ngl i expected the GotG to show up more for some reason

ugh not him. well, i was right. he's not dead

dude You Are a joke

Hercules??? well ig we know who our nxt villain will be, tho he seems a bit low lvl, so maybe he's a starter villian for Love

glow dust. it's Jodie Fonda ain't it. it is!

Heimdall!! HI BABE

she's in the land of the gods! knew it!

THOR WILL RETURN

Movie End

some thoughts are i like how it began w losin a daughter and ended w gainin one, it's sweet, poetic in a way ion understand ig

there was no Loki T-T i miss him, he would influence Love in the worst way possible and i want it

the beginning was kinda awkward but Thor was also especially awkward so it's fine, he was overcompensating, it's understandable

i can see ppl complainin abt how this movie serves "romantic love fixes all!" bc i legit jus saw s/o complainin abt it. and maybe it does? but so what. Thor's loves love and in the end, he ended up w a daughter

THE DAUGHTER. UGH. i love Love, she's great

SHE BETTER SHOW UP IN LATER MOVIES W LIKE TOM!PETER AND HARLEY AND CASSIE AND KAMALA OK? OK

THEYRE THE NXT GEN THEYRE THE NXT GEN THEYRE THE NXT GEN

i didn't like Jane in the first 2 movies- tbh i barely rmbr the first 2 movies -but i adore her now. i'm wonderin if the final scene was a hint at her comin back or Marvel jus tellin us where she ended up and that she is OK

Axl intrigued me. there was no mention of it, but i wonder if he's trans

first of all, the only experience i've had w the name Astrid is from HTTYD and searchin feminine names

secondly, when i changed my name, i also looked at bands lmfao

i really like how it was dealt w too, tho i wonder - if Axl is trans - if Thor knew of him prior. bc he didn't care when Valkyrie said he was Heimdall's son, only that Axl wanted to change his name

DARCY DIDNT SAY BYE TO JANE THATS SAD

all in all, i adore it and ion get why i saw so many bad reviews. there was personality in these movies, compared to the first 2 Thors

i hold it to equal height to Thor: Ragnarok and the only way it could've been better was if Loki was there- or Sylvi!

[wreckofawriter]

Games (soulmate au)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Word count: 2,382

Warnings: Making out?

Request: hi! It’s me again, could I request a Fred Weasley soulmate au? The type where their soulmates first word’s to them is tattooed on their body? Please make it fluffy and cute, thank you! :)

A/n: I am so sorry this was late. I had a grad party I forgot about! Also I'm probably going to have the other request out on Wednesday I'm so sorry but I have another grad party 2mmaro and I wont have time to write. Hope you guys like it!

The words in Fred's ankle had always been, well controversial at his household. His mother sure didn't like them. George thought they were hilarious. Ginny thought they were almost sad, sad that was how him and his soulmate would meet. Ron agreed with George, Percy thought they were ridiculous and his other brothers thoughts were pretty neutral. Fred simply thought they were odd. And as he looked down at the words, he couldn't help but smile, this was going to be one interesting person.

You snickered watching as your seeker checked his hair in the mirror again.

"You know Malfoy maybe if you spent less time putting grease in your hair and more time practicing then we would be winning for a change."

He whipped around glaring at you. "That's not very good team spirit y/l/n." He seethed.

"And since when are Slytherins known for their teamwork?"

He rolled his eyes and snatched his broom from the rack and joined the rest of the team in the horseshoe they had made around their captain.

You glanced around trying not to look as bored as you were. You have heard it a thousand times before; kick Gryffindors ass. Nothing new, except for the fact that your seeker was almost ok and theirs was amazing. Which meant it was basically up to you to score a shit ton of points before the snitch was caught. It was all quite stressful.

As you walked out onto the pitch you heard a mix of boos and cheers, the former as always, over powering the latter. You ignored the crowd and boarded your broom. You flew a couple feet in the air and waited for the whistle. When you took a deep breath and then sped upwards. If everything went right Montague should have the quaffle ready and waiting for you. And he did. You snatched the pass and made your way toward the goals where you could see Wood waiting.

You ducked under a bulger, dodged some girl in a red uniform and made for the large hoops. You reached for the quaffle tucked under your arms and shot it in the far left hoop. It soared through and you whipped around to get back to your position.

The game had been going for hours. It was hot and sunny and you had already ditched your outer layer. Currently you had scored 160 points, you were doing pretty well. All together your team had 210 points while Gryffindor was 50 points behind. Things were looking up.

You were headed towards the hoops once again the quaffle locked securely under your arm. You were about to shoot when out of nowhere something hit you straight in your side.

You dropped the quaffle and tipped off your broom with a scream. You managed to keep your feet wrapped around the handle and was hanging there attempting to reach your arms up. When you finally did, the pounding of your heart on your ears stopped and you could hear shrieking laughter.

You turned to see Fred Weasley pointing and laughing at you.

You flashed a brilliant shade of red before shouting, "If you don't shut up Weasley I'll shove that bat up your ass."

His smile dropped. A look of absolute astonishment replaced his joyful features. He felt his heart stop. You flew away with a scoff and an eye roll, you had no clue what you had just done to that boy.

For the rest of the match Fred could simply not focus. He hardly hit any blunders and most of them were completely off target. George scolded the boy and tried to get his head back in the game but it was helpless. He wanted to say something to you but what? What could he possibly say, "Oh hey what's up, your my soulmate by the way." It was all so stupid.

Gryffindor lost when Draco caught the snitch and Slytherin was celebrating in there locker room as Oliver almost killed Fred in their locker room.

"What the hell!" He yelled at the red head. "You couldn't hit a thing this whole match!"

"Look I'm sorry. I was distracted." Fred apologized.

Oliver didn't seem to care for his apologies at all. "You were doing fine." he sighed, "And then suddenly you knock y/l/n off her broom and you cant hit the broadside of a barn with a bludger."

"Look Wood, I'm sorry." Fred apologized again trying to make it sound sincere although his thoughts were elsewhere.

"What in Merlin's name could have made you so distracted any way Fred?"

Fred paused, the whole team was listening there was no way he was saying anything. "I just umm was?" He raised his eyebrows, hoping that his captain would buy it. Which of course he didn't.

"What eas it Weasley?" Oliver practically growled

Fred cast his gaze downwards trying to aviod eye contact with anyone.

"I swear to Merlin Wweasley if you don't tell me what gave Malfoy a free ride to the snitch I will-"

"She's my soulmate alright!?" Fred yelled his patients wore through.

"Wait, y/l/n is your soulmate?" It was George talking this time. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape, he was mimicking the rest of the team.

"Yeah." Fred looked down blushing a bit, he wasn't used to these situations. "But she doesnt know so don't tell her." He added quickly.

"Alright, sorry for laying into Fred." Oliver said.

"Its fine." He waved it off. He then turned to George panick in his eyes.

"How is she my soulmate?" Fred asked his twin desperate for an answer. They were now sitting in the Gryffindor common room eating candy they got from honeydukes.

"I don't know mate, but I wouldn't be too concerned. I mean she's hot." George pointed out, stuffing a chocolate frog in his mouth.

"Yeah but she’s Slytherin." Fred groaned.

"It probably won't be that bad Fred, you are destined to be together."

"How are we destined to be together? I mean we sure as hell aren't best buds." Fred said popping a fizzing whizbee in his mouth.

"So what," George started his voice muffled by chocolate, "You'll get along, just wait till Ron finds out he'll flip."

"Ok then what should I do?" Frdd asked

"You have to talk to her idiot." George pointed out.

"WWhat do I say?" The older twin asked.

The younger just shrugged, "Wwhatever you say will be on her ankle anyway so just try and make it romantic."

"Alright." Fred said still quite unsure on what to do.

You sat in potions trying not to laugh your ass off as Angelina a girl from Gryffindor totally ditched her potion.

You had finished ages ago and were simply waiting to be dismissed. You glanced down at your watch. Five minutes.

You had been anxious to get back to the quidditch pitch. You had to get in some more practice before the next match. You were playing hufflepuff and wanted to stick iit to Cadwallader. You had five gallons on the fact you would score more points then him in the upcoming match and you'd don't lose.

So when Snape finally said you could go you practically slept from your seat in excitement.

You sprinted down the hallways as quickly as you could only run striated into someone. You fell backwards landing hard on your butt and letting out a yelp of pain. You book bag had slid across the floor and hit the opposite wall of the thin hallway.

"Oh Merlin, are you alright?" A voice asAsked and you about passed out. Those were the words on your ankle. You looked up to see a mess of red hair with matching red robes and red cheeks. His eyes seemed to glow in the candlelight as he stuck his hand out for you to grab. You felt the heat rise in your face as well, since when was Fred Weasley so attractive?

"Shit, I said something didn't I." He looked upset, as he pulled you to your feet. You felt your face grow even brighter at contact with his surprisingly soft hands.

"Uh yeah ya did." You practically whispered your y/e/c eyes big as golf balls.

"So then you know?" He asked fidgeting with his robes.

"Know what?" You asked completely bewildered by the things that had happened in the past minute.

"That your my soulmate." He laughed.

"Yeah I guess I know that." You said your mind was going crazy. Fred Weasley was your soulmate? What? I mean sure he's incredibly good looking and funny and smart and great at quidditch but, what?!

"You probably don't even know which twin I am." He laughed a bit although the idea of his soulmate not knowing who he was hurt. "Im-"

"Fred." You finished for him. "I know who you are."

"Really?" Fred asked eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Yeah I do. Wait, how did you know o was your soulmate?"

Fred blushed as your y/e/c eyes gleamed up at him. Your y/h/l y/h/c hair framed your face beautifully and he was suddenly struck with how attractive you are. Your face was dusted pink and it made you look incredible. "Well umm, remember when I knocked you off your broom yesterday?"

"Vividly" you answer eyes narrowed a bit, your arms now crossed.

"Well afterward you said-"

"If you don't shut up Wesley I'll shove that bat up your ass." You finished for him again doing your best to contain the laughter inside you. You failed miserably and burst with giggles. He thought it was the most amazing sound to ever grace his ears.

"Wait wait wait," you managed to squeak out still giggling, "Is that seriously tattooed on your ankle?"

"Yep." And to prove it Fred pulled his sock down and showed you the words printed on to his pale skin

You burst in a wave of fresh laughter, "I'm sure your mom loves that." You said between laughs.

"Glad you find my misfortune so hilarious." Fred said rolling his eyes playfully.

"Oh come on. If it was me with those words on my ankle you would be losing your shit." You pointed out still laughing.

"Your right, I should have said something closer to, 'Look where the fuck your going." As payback." He smirked and you burst into laughter once again.

"You should have!" You were crying with joy at this point, "It would have been one hell of conversation starter!"

Now Fred was laughing too, his smile bright. He looked down at your giggling form and he was once again talking by your beauty. Your eyes shining with tears and gleaming with joy. Your extremely soft looking lips a light pink color were stretched into a wide slightly lopsided smile.

As he stared your laughter died out and you had looked back up at him, you blushed a bit to find his gaze on you, "Like what you see Weasley?" You asked a cocky smirk on your lips.

"In fact I do." He said smirking right back and leaning down a bit to be somewhat level with your eyes.

"Well you aren't exactly ugly." You bit your lip as you did so and Fred about lost it. Keep it cool he reminded himself. So instead he placed his hand over his heart dropped his mouth and blinked a few times feigning hurt.

"That's what I get as a complement?" He asked in fake surprise, "I'm offended."

"Ever the dramatic Weasley." You smirked.

"I am quite a good actor." He said leaning closer to you, you could feel his breath on your cheek and your smirk dropped. He had to know that he was doing right? That wasn't fair.

"Im good at more than acting though." He winked, smirking as you blushed a deep crimson.

You attempted to stay on track, "A-and what else might you be good at? I haven't seen much." It would have been fine if you didn't stutter but damn he was really close to you and smelled like a mix of smoke and chocolate. It was completely infatuating.

"Oh, you'll see plenty." You wanted to smack the smirk off his face. He was playing with you, but you weren't in the mood for games anymore.

"Oh shut up." You whispered face burning. With that you yanked him down to meet you lips. He was clearly taken off guard but kissed back quite quickly once your lips moved against his. He quickly pushed you up against the wall and grabbed your waist. Your hands found their way to his fiery hair, it was surprisingly soft. You felt his tongue glide against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, granting it access.

When he pulled away your lungs were burning and you gasped for air.

"I hope you know this doesn't change anything on the pitch." You said.

"Of course, I'm just going to have to make sure not to hit your face with any bludgers. Wouldn't want to ruin its beauty, would I?" He winked.

"What every weakness you show I will use to my advantage." You smirked shrugging.

"I like the sound of that." He winked again.

"Keep it up and you will only be able to blink with one eye." You said eyebrows raised.

"Winking won't do that." He pointed out.

"Yeah but me poking one of your eyes out will." You deadpanned.

"Has anyone ever told you your a little scary?" Fred asked as he leaned in again.

"Yep-" you were cut off by his lips.

"Y/l/n!"

You pushed Fred off of you to see Malfoy standing a few feet away a disgusted look etched on his face.

"Captain wants you, so get the Weasel’s tongue out of your throat so you can actually talk." He scoffed

"I'll see you later." You whispered to Fred. Before walking towards the platinum blonde. "You call him weasel again and I will cut your tongue off and make you eat it." You flashed the now terrified boy a cheeky smile and walking towards the pitch the young seeker sulking at your heels.

"See ya later Mouthful!" Fred shouted saluting the boy as he walked out the door.

Masterlist

[adverb-slut]

Can I get some Mammon fluff? Like he or MC are upset about something and they come to one another for cuddles? I think that's cute.... Plus I'm in need of a hug 🤗

Sorry, anon this took so long!!!  Mammon was being a butthead throughout this whole fic and was not cooperating!  And this is not exactly cuddling, but I hope it suffices!  AND OMG ANON YOU SHALL BE HUGGED  🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Also, as usual, this story can be read on AO3 here.  Additionally, I have a few more writing requests to do, but feel free to send more if you’d like!

Title:

Avatar of Greed

Summary:

Mammon barges into your room very upset. You may not have all the answers, but you sure know when someone is in need of a hug and a listening ear.

Genre:

Angst/Comfort/Fluff

Rating:

G

Word Count:

1606

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You tap your fingers on your desk and stare daggers at your Poison Lore 1001 homework.  Your assignment is to create an extremely volatile aphrodisiac using belladonna, hemlock, and another toxic, yet arcane plant native to the Devildom—which is what stumps you, because as a human, how are you supposed to know what toxic plants are native to the Devildom!?  

You growl in frustration.  You aren’t supposed to use the internet to acquaint yourself with said plant and you can’t find your library card in order to check out a book at the Royal Library to find out what it might be.

Resting your head on your desk, you sigh.  Before you can decide that the assignment is a lost cause, you hear your bedroom door swing open.  Someone stomps in and sighs dramatically; you can hear them flop onto your bed. You already know who it is before they say a word.

“Mammon,” you groan, not raising your head.  “What did I say about sitting on my bed?”

“‘None of the members of the House of Lamentation are allowed on MC’s bed,’” he recites.  He pauses and then amends, “‘Cept for the Great Mammon, ‘cause he was MC’s first.”  

You moan and turn behind you, where you see Mammon lying all starfish-like on your bed.  “I don’t remember adding the last part.” You walk over and poke him. “Get off.”

“No,” Mammon whines, slinking further into the sheets. “MC, ya gotta let me stay.” 

Again, you poke him.  “Why?”

He sighs.  “Just do it, okay?”

Surprised with his answer, you finally decide your homework is most definitely not going to get done and scoot onto the bed with him, sitting on your pillows with Mammon sprawled out in front of you.  Absentmindedly, you fiddle with his hair, not noticing the blush that spreads across his face as you do so.  

“St—sto—”  he sputters incoherently for a few moments, before closing his eyes and retreating to silence.  The two of you sit like that quietly for a spell, before he breaks it again. “MC,” he begins, his voice so faint that you barely can hear it, “d’ya think I’m annoyin’?”

You don’t miss a beat as you continue playing with his hair and answer, “Yes.”

“Whaddaya mean by that, huh?” he demands, his blush growing even deeper and his eyes flying open.  “Didn’t ya hear what I asked? I asked if ya thought I was annoyin’!”  

“I know; I said ‘yes.’”  He doesn’t see the tiny smirk that forms at the corner of your mouth.

Mammon fidgets, his face tomato red now.  “K—keep talkin’ like that MC, and I might actually believe ya!”  He pauses again, and sits up, turning behind to look at you. He looks down and his voice turns into a whisper.  “… Do you really think that, though?”

You look at him, raising your eyebrows.  Before he had looked down, you had seen something in his dark blue eyes—something you hadn’t noticed before.  

You had always noticed the pools of a desire for validation that rippled in his dark sapphire irises, but today—today, you saw thin streams of desperation swirling amongst them, as well.  You decide that the time for teasing the tsundere, tsundere demon is over. You pull him back down, letting his head rest on your lap and scoop a pillow off your bed.

“Wh—whoa, MC!” he exclaims.   You didn’t think his face could get any redder, but somehow it does.  “I know you’re desperate for The Mammon, but ya didn’t even answer my que—”

Before the fool can finish his sentence, you whomp your pillow across his head.  You blush, grit your teeth, and answer his initial question, saying, “If I found you annoying, I wouldn’t sit here and listen to you babble, would I?”  

Mammon coughs in embarrassment and wisely avoids eye contact—a fact which you are very grateful for, because what would you do if he saw how red your face was now?

You try to regain your composure.  You clear your throat and wonder, “Why do you ask?”  You ponder if one of his brothers had said something to him for him to ask such a question, but then you remember Mammon’s neverending patience when it came to the verbal lashings that his brothers magnanimously granted to him. 

“It’s nothin’.”

You remember the desperation you had seen in his eyes and in your most wheedlesome tone, cajole “Come on, say.”

“I told ya, it’s nothin’ for you to worry about, MC.”

“Please say.”  You take a deep breath and muster your sweetest voice.  “For  me?“

“AAAH!” he grumbles, nestling his head deeper into your lap.  “MC, you know damn well that I can’t say no when ya use that voice!”

You smile in satisfaction and amuse your fingers in his hair once more.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Mammon turns to his side so you can no longer see his face and sighs.  “Fine.” He takes a deep breath. “MC, what sin am I the Avatar of?”

“Stupidity.”  The tease pops out of your mouth without your consent.  

“HEY!  Stupidity’s not a sin and you know it!”  

You stifle a laugh as you notice that he doesn’t deny his idiocy and try to remain serious.  “Alright, alright. I know you’re the Avatar of Greed.”

“Mm-hm,” he agrees.  “And ya know what? I’m damn good at what I do.”  Mammon’s confident tone falters for a moment. “Sure, I’m klepto as hell, but it’s not like I can help that … y’know?”  He pauses. “I’m greedy—it’s who I am. When I see somethin’ I like, I gotta have it, no matter what.” You don’t notice that he lightly coils his fingers around your calf as he says this.  

Saying nothing, you nod at his spiel.  You know the secondborn demon well enough to realize that he has more to say.  

And he does.  His voice lowers to a whisper and he wonders, “Then why am I always gettin’ blamed for bein’ who I am, huh?”  You can feel his head shake in your lap. “Sure, I guess me lootin’ stuff isn’t fun for everyone, but it’s not like I can help it—it’s instinct.”

You’re not sure how to answer his question, so you continue your silence and let him talk.  

“But hey, doesn’t everyone notice that it also ain’t fun for all of us to have to explain to the whole class why Belphie’s sleepin’ during lecture again or to open the fridge and realize Beel’s eaten damn near everything?  Or hey, do they think it’s easier to have Asmo hittin’ on everything with a pulse?  Maybe it’s better for Satan to blow up the House in some kinda tantrum or to have Levi freak the fuck out ‘cause some rando on the internet has a Ruri-chan figure that he doesn’t?  Or to know that Lucifer—” his voice breaks, but he swallows quickly and continues, “—to know that Lucifer’s so fuckin’  perfect that I can’t think of any flaws for him?”

Even though you vowed not to interrupt him, you decide it’s best to cut him off there.  “Lucifer’s not perfect.”

“Trust me—” Mammon’s voice breaks again as he turns his head deeper into your lap.  “—trust me, MC, I know that! Ignore ‘im for a minute here.” He sighs and pivots so that he faces the ceiling, and you can see that his eyes are ever-so-slightly glassy.  “Just … why’s that okay, huh? Why’s everything all hunky-dory for them when they’re givin’ into their sin, but all pitchforks ‘n’ torches for Mammon?”

You pull your hands out of his hair and bring them around his shoulders.  For once, he’s too distraught to blush. You’re not sure why his brothers act the way they do, but you are sure of the response he needs.  “It’s not fair.”

“No,” he mutters, “it ain’t.  And it’s not like it bothers me a lot, but sometimes … when I get to thinkin’ … ”

That’s when you realize that the desperation you had seen earlier in his eyes wasn’t just his desperation to be validated, but desperation for someone to just listen to what he was saying.  

You’d seen how the other six demons reacted when Mammon spoke—they’d tromp over him (although … could you really blame them?  Mammon’s dialogue usually made it clear that he was merely operating on one brain cell). Perhaps it was in an effort to tease, but even then there was only so much a demon can suffer.  You’re even more thankful now that you had let him monologue for so long. If anyone deserved to, it was the silly secondborn. 

You don’t even have to think as you yank him into a seated position and wrap your arms around his back tightly; you don’t let go as you slowly rub circles into his back.  Graciously, you decide to do him a favor and not make the adorable little squeak! he elicited as you did so public knowledge.

“H—hey, MC!  Ya don’t have to feel sorry for me or anythin’!”  He blushes, having regained some of his cockiness.  “I’m a demon for cryin’ out loud!  I don’t need a hug!”  Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath and leans into you.   

Your head is nuzzled into his hair as you murmur, “Shh … everyone needs a hug, sometimes.”

You feel his body stiffen and you worry that that was the wrong thing to say.  However, Mammon turns around and wraps his arms around you, just as tightly.  

You breathe warmly into him and stifle a laugh when he meekly asks, “Y—you’re not gonna do this for my brothers, right?”

“Never.”

[lu-undy]

Chapter 73 - SBT

Here it is!

There was a knock on the van's backdoor. 

"Come in, Mundy."

The Aussie pushed the door and entered.

"I'm back, luv', and I have it. Feels weird to carry a credit card for some money that's not mine… Also, how well did they pay back in France?! When the banker told me how much it was, I nearly fell off my chair!"

Mundy shut the door and turned to his lover. 

"Oh, crikey…" 

"How do I look…?"

Lucien had put on one of his suits again but this time, there was no tie and the shirt had been replaced with a thin woolen turtleneck. Moreover, he had tied his hair in a braid. Some of the grey, thin locks of hair at the front fell between his eyes beautifully. 

"You're gorgeous." 

Lucien smiled as Mundy came closer and held his waist.

"And I trimmed my beard a bit. I look odd to myself, but if you like it, I shall make a habit of this style." 

Mundy turned around and touched the braid. 

"Gosh, you… You're perfect… And, mmh, yeah, you're wearin' your perfume again, eh?"

"Oui, I am."

"You're really back…!" Mundy hugged his lover tightly but another knock interrupted them.

They were back in the city now for Mundy to collect Lucien's money, which was now his. Maurice had done an impeccable job and it had all gone smoothly. 

"Who's that?" Mundy asked. 

"Who do you think?" 

Mundy and Lucien looked at each other with a smile. It was Maurice's voice. 

"Hold on, mate." 

Mundy exited the van, with Lucien behind him. 

"Good to see you again, both of you." Maurice said and hands were shaken. 

"G'day, mate." 

"Merci, Maurice."

[Thanks, Maurice.] 

"Quite a change of style you have gone through, L." 

"Oui, it is both necessary and appreciated." Lucien's eyes went to Mundy. 

"It suits you indeed. One of the boys spotted your van, M. I thought I could drop by and say hi in person." 

"Sure, thanks. How's the street doin'?" 

"Cold with this winter, but good. We still manage to feed everyone and bring some warmth."

"That's nice." Mundy answered. 

"Oh, I nearly forgot, I have something for you, L. Here… This is your new passport, with the name that you wrote in your will."

"He didn't write any new names in his will." Mundy said, surprised.

"I did." Lucien answered and he accepted the Burgundy red document with the golden letters. "You just did not see it."

"What?" Mundy asked. 

"I will explain later. But thank you very much, Maurice, as always."

"My pleasure."

"Who are my witnesses?" Lucien asked. 

"Witnesses?" Mundy repeated. 

"Yes, for a will to be taken seriously, it must be written and co-signed by two witnesses." Maurice answered. "I am one of them, Richard is the second."

"Did you tell him?" Lucien asked. 

"I told him that Paris wanted a coffee with two sugars and a drop of milk. The next thing I knew, he was lying on the floor in his shop and both his sons were trying to wake him up." Maurice chuckled. 

"Ah, I should apologise…!" Lucien answered, chuckling himself. 

"No, it is fine. He was as delighted as I was when M told me. Oh and by the way, you are welcome to work with him and give a hand with the homeless of course." 

"Thank you." Lucien answered. "But we have a few things to do before we can come to work, is that fine with you?" 

"Absolutely, take your time and again, welcome back to the world of the living." 

"Thank you." 

Maurice and Lucien exchanged a nod. 

"Good. I shall go back to my streets, there are mouths to feed and work to do." Maurice said. "I will see you later." 

"Sure, mate, thanks for everythin', really." 

"No problem." 

Hands were shaken again and Maurice disappeared in the streets, melting with them like a shadow. 

"So, what's the plan?" Mundy asked. 

"We could go and get some lunch if you want."

"Sure, where?"

"Victoria's diner." Lucien answered and Mundy smiled and nodded. 

"Alright. Let me just make sure the cats have enough to eat and drink."

"I shall take Perle and Soot with us. I will put him in Perle's old harness and leash." 

"Sure." 

A few minutes later, Perle was on Mundy's shoulders and Soot was trotting happily by Lucien. 

"Non, Soot, sit. Très bien. We need to wait until the little man is green before we cross. Non, non, non, do not raise your hand like this and tempt the devil. You stay sat." 

"Meow." Soot was trying to move forward. 

"Sooty boy, watch the wifey here." Mundy put Perle down and she sat by the black cat patiently.

"There, good boy, Soot." Lucien praised him. 

The light switched to green for pedestrians. Perle looked up at Mundy who started crossing and followed him. Soot copied her. He looked up at Lucien and when the man started crossing, he did the same. 

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of Victoria's diner.

"You ready?" Mundy asked. 

"Yes, I am. I hope she is too." 

They exchanged a smile and Mundy pushed the door open. 

"Hello, how may I help? Oh, hey M! And Pearl. Who's this new friend you're bringin'...?" 

Lucien was a metre away, giving his back with his silver braid to them while Victoria knelt down to look at Soot. 

"That's Soot, he's Pearl's hubby."

"Ooh, congrats, Pearl!" Victoria petted her and the white, fluffy cat purred. "The hubby's quite shy, eh?"

Soot was hiding behind Mundy's legs. 

"Yeah, a bit." Mundy answered. "Sorry about that."

"Well at least he's not hissin'...!" Victoria chuckled. "How have you been, M? You seem so much happier than last time!"

"Not too bad, and busy, the cats got four kids together."

"Seriously? You had kittens?" 

"Yeah, lots of energy they have, but they're growin' up nicely." 

"Aw, that's super cute." Victoria stood up again. "Came here for some lunch?" 

"Yes and no, there's uh… There's something I need to admit… Uh…" Mundy scratched the back of his neck. 

"Oh? What is it?" 

"Uhm, I don't know how to say that but uh… Y'know what, come and sit at the table." 

Victoria sat down. 

"You're not joining?" She asked. 

"Well, I need to re-introduce someone to you - bloody hell that's so weird to say…" Mundy put his hands on Lucien's shoulders, who was still giving his back to Victoria.

"What d'you mean, re-introduce?" 

"He means that I am back." Lucien turned and faced her as she gasped and smacked a hand in front of her mouth. 

"What the fuck?! L?! Is that you?! You're dead!"

"Non, I am not. I am standing here in front of you." He opened his arms proudly. 

"You piece of shit!" Victoria rose from her chair and slapped him with the towel she was carrying around repeatedly. "You! Kept me! Thinking! You! Were! Dead! For! More! Than! A! Year! You absolute! Piece! Of! Shit!"

Lucien closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest and both him and Mundy could hear muffled sobbing. 

"I missed you, you arrogant idiot…" 

"And I missed you too, terribly, Victoria." He kissed the top of her head as she cried against him. He could feel she was clinging to his jacket. "I am sorry to have put all of you through that. But I had no choice."

"It's worse than that, V." Mundy said, patting her back to comfort her. "He was there at his own funeral and he heard what you said." 

She gasped and pulled out of the embrace, wiping her tears on the towel. 

"That's just plain cheatin', L."

"Lucien." 

"What?" 

"My name, it is Lucien, you may call me by my name, mi niña."

[My child]

She stared up at him as if he was Jesus Christ himself.

"I missed you so much." She put a hand on her mouth.

"I know, I know, come here." Lucien led her to sit at their table on the banquette next to him. He wrapped an arm around her to comfort her and gently rocked her left and right while her tears continued to stream silently on her cheeks. She sniffed from time to time and wiped her face on her towel. Mundy went to the counter to place their order and came back, sitting on the banquette opposite them. 

"So you didn't die?" She asked.

"Non."

"What happened?" 

"As you now know, I worked as a spy and to escape a certain death, I had to die and wait for things to calm down before I could show myself again."

"Did you beat him up for it?" She asked Mundy. 

"Nah, can't do it anymore now for some reason." Mundy chuckled. 

"You should have. You're growin' soft, M. And this man…" She pointed her index on Lucien's chest, poking it and staring at it fiercely. "This man needs to be taught a lesson or two…" She then bent forward and let her head fall on Lucien's chest again. He hugged her tightly and stroked her hair. 

"I apologise, Victoria, but had I done that, I would not be here today." 

"You could have said. You could have written to me… You could have…" She sobbed again. "Now I need to cancel something important." She said and Lucien and Mundy's eyebrows jumped. 

"Cesar salad, and two fish and chips." A waiter came and put everything on the table. "You ok, V?"

"Yeah, she's cryin' cause she's happy, cheers mate." Mundy answered.

"Alright…" The waiter left them alone. 

"So what is this important thing that you need to cancel because of my return? Did you have to go and have lunch with someone else?" Lucien asked. 

"No…" Victoria pulled herself away from him and wiped her face again. She looked at Mundy and then at Lucien. "I'm… I'm gettin' married to my fiancé Charlie in a few months and uh… I didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle but…" 

Mundy's jaw dropped and Lucien blushed intensely. 

"Would you… Would you please do it for me?" She raised her red, slightly swollen eyes to him and Lucien felt hot all of a sudden with the pressure that fell on his shoulders.

"I… I would be honoured to do so but… Why me?" 

"Charlie. I met him at a party and then… The reason we dated was thanks to you." 

"Me?" 

"Yeah, you helped me with my spanish so much that I progressed enough to be in the same classes as him… That's how we then started hangin' out and all. And then the free dinners you got us for the Queen Victoria, I went there with him… It's all cause of you…" 

Lucien's eyes couldn't be open wider.

"Mon Dieu…"

"As you know, I don't have a dad, so I didn't have anyone to walk me down the aisle in church. I asked Joe from the corner shop to do it, to feel less lonely but… But you should be the one doin' it… So please…"

Lucien's eyes were glistening with the tears he was holding back. 

"O-of course I accept, it would be my honour to do this for you, Victoria…" He pulled her in a fatherly hug and closed his eyes. "When is the wedding exactly, we need to get some new suits. Is there anything I can help with? Tell me and do not think about the money, I will get it sorted out for you, mon enfant." 

[My child]

Mundy softened in a sweet smile. So that was the kind of father that Lucien was, hm?

"I should meet your fiancé. Look, let us know when and where and I shall have a chat with him. I can't let you get married to just anyone, I need to know. Where is he from? His family? Does he still have his parents, what do they work as?" 

Victoria laughed in Lucien's arms. 

"What? I am worried for you, Victoria. It is out of the question to just let you get married to someone you cannot properly build anything with!"

She laughed louder and pulled him into a hug. 

"I missed you so much… Papa L…" 

Lucien looked at Mundy with tears in his eyes. 

"Hey, don't look at me like that, luv'. It's your daughter there, not mine." 

"And you are my everything, Mundy, so she is your daughter as much as she is mine!" 

"What?! Nah, that's not how it works! Also, when you're gonna meet the bloke, I'll just stay with the cats in the van."

"Why?" 

"Remember we're two blokes, that's not exactly normal, eh?" Mundy said, feeding some bits of fish to the cats. 

"Oh, don't worry about it. He knows for L and you." Victoria said. 

"What?! How?! You told him?" Mundy turned as red as a brick in a flash. 

"Nah, I didn't. I think most people who were at the funeral understood, M." Victoria answered. 

"Ah… W-well… I mean…" 

Lucien looked down at Victoria. 

"Let us have some lunch and you can tell us all about this Charlie of yours, hm?" 

"Yeah, thank you so much." She pushed herself to leave a kiss on Lucien's cheek. "You're the best!"

He smiled and left his arms around her shoulders. 

"I am indeed."

"Lu'!"

"L!"

"Meow!"

"Meow!"

-- Later that day --

"Where to now?" Mundy asked.

"To Richard. I need to thank him. Also, let us go to a bakery first, I need to buy something for him." 

"Okay."

"Any good bakeries you would recommend, mon loup?"

[My wolf?]

"Yeah, I know one, let's go." 

They walked through the streets, followed by both cats. 

"Lu', look at the cats." 

Lucien looked back and smiled. They were brushing themselves against each other and lacing their tails together, purring happily. 

"I am happy that she found someone to pur with." Lucien said. 

"Yeah, they're cute."

"I cannot help but think about how much bigger she is now… I remember when she used to fit in my hand, when she bit me on the first night we met, how she held onto my hand…"

"Nostalgic?"

"Partly."

"Partly?" Mundy asked and they stopped at a crossroad.

"Oui. Those were days where Perle was nothing but a baby but at the same time, those were days where I could only dream of approaching you." 

"What? Gonna make me believe that you were shy?" Mundy smiled. 

"Not shy." The light turned to green and both cats looked up at their masters. The family crossed the street. 

"What then?"

"I was as scared as you were shy." 

"Scared? Do I look scary?" Mundy asked and Lucien gave him one of those looks. "Nope, shush, don't answer." 

Lucien smirked. 

"But what were you scared of? That I'd say no?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Mundy. No one has ever said non to me so far." 

The Aussie rolled up his eyes with a smile. 

"Figured… But tell me, why?" 

"Because I knew I was going to my death. I know what it means to lose the person that you live and breathe for, and I didn't want you to go through that." 

They took a turn and the cats happily followed, still trotting on their heels. 

"Well, good job, you did it anyway in the end, eh?"

"Because of you." Lucien answered. 

"Me?" 

"Oui. You were the one to insist that I should confess my feelings to the man I held in my heart. And here we are."

"Gonna complain?"

"Non, of course not." They chuckled and Mundy pushed the bakery door. "Go ahead, I'll wait with the cats outside."

"Fine, I won't be long." 

"Okay," And as Lucien passed in front of Mundy, the Aussie murmured. "Love you, darl, you're gorgeous…" 

Lucien's cheeks turned pink and his eyes brightened up. 

"Moi aussi, mon loup."

[Me too, my wolf.]

Mundy stayed outside and petted the cats while waiting for Lucien and it took the Frenchman a few minutes before he exited the bakery again, a beautifully decorated bag in his hand.

"You were quick."

Lucien smirked.

"Don't give me that look, you know how long I can be in other contexts…"

Mundy's cheeks popped red.

"Lu'...!"

The Frenchman chuckled and they resumed their walk. Within minutes, they were in front of Richard's shop. 

"Right, let's go." 

Mundy pushed the door.

"Good afternoon gentlem- oh! L! M!" 

"And the fluffy P and S." Mundy added, pointing at the cats. Richard dropped his notebook and ran to shake their hands.

"I am delighted to see you both again! And what a change of style! Oh, I need to make something for you both, for your return, L - non! I will not accept any kind of negotiation, this will be a welcome back gift! Paul! Come here!"

Richard's sons both came out of the workshop and after shaking hands with Lucien and Mundy, their father instructed them. 

"Take a good look at these two new men…!" The tailor with the impeccable white moustache started. "Look at this one. He now stands tall, not slouched like before, he has found peace and confidence in himself, he isn't hiding behind a thick mane of hair anymore…" Richard inspected Mundy closely before turning to Lucien. "And here! Oh mon Dieu here! Here is the man that we all dream to be, if not for the hero he is, then for his silhouette, sculpted out of marble with godly proportions! Boys, we need something refreshing, nothing tactical, non! We need something for a sweeter, more calm life. Look at the beard! Where some people see a lack of effort, I see the beginning of a work of art! And this long hair…! M! Take notes! This is poetry! This is romance! This is beauty! Not only are the colours exquisite to the eye but the braid is fantastic! I take it you did it yourself, L?" 

"Oui, I did." 

"The work of an artist… But sorry, I got carried away, pray take a seat…"

Lucien and Mundy sat on the armchair and the cats went each on their lap, Soot went to Mundy and Perle, to her Papa. 

"What brings you here?" 

Lucien handed the plastic bag to Richard. 

"My will and my duty to thank you, Richard." He answered. 

"What for?" Richard accepted the bag and peeked in. 

"For being a witness to my will. I understand the risk that you willingly put yourself in and the least I can do is to thank you." 

"L, this is nothing compared to what you have done and given all these years, please!"

"Richard, non, this is a great risk you are taking, and you have a wife and children… You are making them take a risk with you."

"I always have. Being an informant for the secret services isn't an innocent job, it never had been, so non, really, it is nothing. When Maurice came to me and told me about you, I offered to help before he could even tell me the details."

"Thank you, and please, accept the content of this bag and share it with the family for me." 

Richard looked inside. 

"Oh! I need to hide it from my wife, if she finds this cake, she will never let me have it!"

The gentlemen chuckled around the coffee table. 

"By the way, who is this new cat you have?" Richard asked.

"This is Soot." Lucien answered and he scratched his head. 

"He's Pearl's mate, they're pretty serious." Mundy added.

"Are they?" Richard asked. 

"Yeah, they got four lovely kids." Mundy explained. "Two girls and two boys, they're growin' up nicely. You wouldn't want one by any chance?" 

"A cat?"

"Still kittens, but yeah."

"I will have to discuss it with my wife even though she has always asked me to adopt a pet." Richard answered.

"Ah, then we would be delighted to gift you one of them." Lucien added. 

"Raised them like I did Pearl and Soot. They've got good manners, they're cuddly and still very playful as they're very young. Give it a thought, eh, Richard?" 

"Will do, I promise."

"Which one would you take?" Lucien asked. "We have Diamond and Star, the girls, and Glovy, the boy." 

"Didn't you say there were four?" Richard asked. 

"Oui, but there is one I will gift to someone else, if you see no issue." Lucien answered.

"Of course, of course."

"But yes, Diamond is black with a diamond-shaped white patch on her face, she also has a white fluffy chest. Star is also black but has a white star-shaped patch on her… Well…"

"On her butt." Mundy said. "She's got a white star on her thigh, close to her butt. And Glovy, the little boy, he's a fat one, we're trying to put him on a diet but eh, hard to stop that greedy fluff ball." 

"Quite so, I will see with the missus but she surely would like a lady. There are too many of us men at home, you see?" Richard chuckled. 

"Fair enough, thank you again, Richard." Lucien stood up and put Perle on his shoulders before shaking the tailor's hand. 

"My pleasure, as always. And I am delighted for you two." Richard winked at Mundy and the tall man blushed. He put Soot on his shoulders and headed out of the shop. 

"Where should I send the clothes?" Richard asked. 

"We will let you know whenever we can." Lucien answered. "Thank you." 

"Have a nice day!"

"To you too, mate." 

-- Evening that day -- 

There was a knock on the van's backdoor.

"Come in, love." 

"Bonsoir, mon amour." 

[Good evening, my love.]

Lucien walked in the van and the cats trotted out. 

"Be careful, cats!" Mundy said. 

"Don't worry, Perle and Soot are remarkable parents." Lucien removed his coat and sat on the sofa next to his lover. 

"So, what did you get us for dinner?" Mundy looked at Lucien's hands repeatedly but couldn't see anything in them. 

"I got you something more than just to fill your hungry stomach." Lucien answered, slithering closer to his lover. 

"Where?" Mundy took Lucien's hands and looked at them. Nothing. "Can you at least meet my… uh… hungry lips?" Mundy blushed and Lucien laced his fingers with the Aussie's.

"Listen to you being flirty… That's new…" He leaned to meet his lover's demand. 

"I-I'm tryin'... Feels weird to hear myself say stuff like that. It's like it's not me…" 

"You are doing remarkably well, mon loup." Lucien whispered and his lips finally met Mundy's.