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mysunshinetemptress · 10 months ago

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2007

Leah Williamson x brothers best friend!reader

Warnings: thought I better post something so here’s part 2 of 2005, slow burn to shit

You huffed taking a breath after passing the ball up the pitch to find Jacobs feet letting out a smile as you sprinted towards the boy ready to congratulate him on the goal "what a goal Jacob." Jacob grabbed you squeezing you tightly "that long ball assist Y/n I swear you have gotten so good." The pair smiled at each other before hearing Amanda and Natalie screaming at them to get back to their positions as their opponents took tip to restart.

Leah couldn’t help but laughed at the six year old holding her medal looking at it like she had won the World Cup "happy with it then." You looked up at the now ten year old "I know it doesn't compare to any of your Arsenal medals Lee but this is my first one." Leah smiled grabbing the medal to look at it "nah this medal is better then any of my ones trust me." You couldn't help but smile happily as you grabbed the older girls hand walking to the car. "Hey don't leave me behind." The pair turned to Jacob as he ran up holding his golden boot trophy under his arm "Leah, Y/n guess what Dad told me there's trials at Tottenham and that I could go he signed me up already." Leah smiled at her younger brother "that's great buddy you will do amazing, but Y/n." You looked up at Leah "what do we think of Tottenham." You looked around quickly for any parents that might scold you before whispering to Leah "shit." Leah laughed before continuing on "and what do we think of shit." You couldn’t help but smile at Jacob as he pretend to be annoyed "Tottenham." Leah laughed swinging her hand that was holding Y/n’s "that's my girl." Jacob let out a laugh "no it's no she's my best friend." Leah smiled tugging you towards her "oh yeah bet you can't take her away from me." The pair gotten into a friendly fight of pulling and pushing you between each other as you laughed.

Jacob had been gone all day at the Tottenham trial as you sat in the front garden waiting for any sign of him. Amanda looked out her window watching the younger girl smiling softly before going out to you "hi missus what are you doing sat out here." You looked up smiling softly at the older woman "waiting for Jacob so we can play." Amanda looked at you confused"oh honey he won't be home till Sunday night did he not tell you his dad and him are going to the match tomorrow after his trials today." You sighed standing up dusting yourself off letting out a quite oh in disappointment, Amanda's eyes softened as she looked at the girl "I'll tell you what is your Mum home." You nodded "right then let's head inside while I talk to her for a second." You sat in between Charlie and Melia tapping your leg against the couch as you anxiously waited to see what the older women were talking about, “Y/n stop moving your leg it’s so annoying” Melia snarled as she let out a huff you apologised quietly stopping your movements before your mum called for you "Hey Pumpkin could you come here for a second." You raced off the couch happy to get away from your sisters and into the kitchen. "I was just talking to your Mum and Leah and I have a spare ticket to the Arsenal women's match in Meadow park tomorrow as well why don't you come with me to Leah's training for Arsenal you can see what it's like tonight and your Mum has said if I think your good you can have a sleepover yeah." Your eyes lit up like you had just been told you was getting a puppy "can I really that would be so cool." Amanda smiled at the young girl "go get your clothes and head over to me when your ready then we will go get leah alright." You didn't need to be told twice as you raced up the stairs.

You stood on the sidelines watching the older girls go through their drills as Amanda stood beside her "you ok Y/n." You didn't take your eyes off the scene in front of you but nodded letting out a soft hum. The girls had broken into pair's practicing their passing when Leah looked around realising they where a player down "Lucy pair off with Casey I'll get a new partner." Leah walked over towards her Mum and the younger girl "everything alright Bubs." Leah smiled nodding at her mum "all good we are just a player short Y/n want to pass with me." Your eyes sparkled nodding your head before grabbing her hand as the older girl led you over before grabbing the ball "right stand here and we are doing long passes y/n just like in the back garden yeah." You nodded getting ready to receive the ball "and don't worry if yours goes the wrong way alright” Amanda couldn't help the smile that took over her face as she watched the pair pass back and forth you concentrating extra hard trying to make sure you could connect it to Leah as best as possible. "That was perfect y/n now this one is chipping it yeah” you nodded again getting ready to receive the ball. Leah's teammates watched on amazed as the six year old connected some of the balls to Leah as well as received it on a first touch no problem.

You was passed out in the back of the car on the drive home as the trio made their way back both Leah and Amanda keeping an eye on the younger girl making sure she was comfortable "I think you have a teammate in a few years Bubba." Leah smiled watching you sleep.

You woke up excitement coursing through her with the realisation that they would be going to an Arsenal match today. Leah groaned at the sound of her door opening "Lee it's match day." Leah let out a huff "I know but shhh it's not time to get up yet y/n go back to sleep." You sighed before looking at Leah “can I stay in here.” Leah sighed pulling open her duvet “come on.” You smiled running over to her and snuggling into Leah's chest closing your eyes as Leah welcomed it knowing she would get a lie in.

The pair had been screaming the minute Arsenal where lead out by Kelly Smith all the way to the final whistle when Leah had grabbed your hand pulling her in front of her as the players began their lap "stand here they might come over then mum can take a picture yeah." You nodded watching excitedly as Alex Scott came over "hi there what's your name "Y/n oh my god your Alex Scott you’re my favourite." Alex smiled looking at Leah "who's this then "you smiled at the older girl "this is my second best friend Leah she's a massive Arsenal fan." Alex laughed at Leah's offended face at the second place she had just been awarded "shall we take a photo and sign something." You nodded turning to smile at the camera Amanda was holding beside Leah grabbing her hand as a comfort before turning back to Alex "I don't have anything for you to sign but Leah has her jersey." Alex smiled signing Leah's jersey before looking around "I'll tell you what have mine I'll sign it." You nodded you head enthusiastically muttering out a thank you before Alex began taking off her jersey. Leah couldn't help but laugh as she watched the likes of Kelly Smith and Rachel Yankey make there way over offering to sign the jersey and Isla refusing but taking a photo instead stating it was an Alex Scott jersey and she was the only signature allowed (something that both you and Alex would laugh about shortly after becoming friends)

The excitement of the Arsenal match lingered in the air as you and Leah made your way back home. "That was amazing, Lee!" you exclaimed, your eyes still sparkling from meeting some of the players. Leah grinned, her excitement matching yours. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Y/n. Maybe one day, you'll be out there playing with them." The thought made your heart race with excitement. "I'd love that, Lee! I'll train hard, just like you do." Leah tousled your hair affectionately. "I have no doubt about that, Y/n. You're a natural."

As the days passed, you found yourself spending more and more time on the pitch, honing your skills and soaking in every bit of advice Leah offered. You were determined to improve, fueled by your passion for the game and the dream of one day playing for Arsenal (or Man United) just like Leah.

At Leah's next training session, you were invited to join in a mini-match with some of the younger players. Your heart pounded with excitement as you stepped onto the field, wearing a borrowed Arsenal jersey that was a bit too big for you. But none of that mattered as you chased after the ball, dribbling past defenders with a skill that surprised even yourself.

Leah watched proudly from the sidelines, cheering you on with Amanda by her side. As the final whistle blew, you collapsed onto the grass, exhausted but exhilarated. "You were amazing out there, Y/n!" Leah exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You grinned up at her, feeling a sense of accomplishment like never before.

That night, as you lay in bed replaying the day's events in your mind, you couldn't shake the feeling of pure joy that filled your heart. Whether it was scoring goals on the pitch or simply spending time with Leah.

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marlinspirkhall · 1 year ago

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My favourite Game Changer quotes in no particular order:

“Take my points, you twee bitch, take my points away!”

“TIMBS! TIMBS, BITCH!”

“I haven't been able to since the HRT.” / “That's so interesting; I have the opposite problem.”

“He wanted to see his son fall, fall from the sky, oh how CLOSE to the SUN he FLEW, but Daedalus our little master craftsman over here had some WAX WINGS OF HIS OWN–”

“The lady said butthole, Sam.”

“Beardsley left this for me.” / “But you voted them out!” / “I am aware of that, yes.”

“Call your dad! Call your dad!” / “Call his... Dad?”

“I'm hungie :(”

“My period started during the break and I am in immense pain right now. This is not a bit.”

“Hey! Timothy! You're not allowed on the street anymore, and you know why?” / “Why?” / “On account of the crimes!”

“Can I solve it? Can I solve the thing?” / “WHAT?” (...) “That was a real Jewel moment right there, to go to so far at the top from so far at the bottom.”

“If Ally Beardsley comes out with a crown on their head I'm going to lose it.”

“Yes, of course I flinched. I'm not gonna stand here and pretend I didn't flinch, that was terrifying.”

“Just give it to me now, we all know I can do this.”

“You're gonna get Josh Ruben in here and not give him a seagull to do? Okay.”

“There is a big difference between walking into an escape room and finding yourself inside one.”

“Zac is running down the street? Jacob is driving home, and Ally is on their way to the airport.”

“Byoooouh.”✋😐✋“Did you factor in the antlers?”

“I am also 31. It's important to know there are three men in their thirties here today.”

“I think... You did this, and you're a bad man.”

“Was it writing Katie's name down and letting everyone think it was the art department?”

“The dungeon master is now my prisoner, it's Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

“There's gonna be a loop-de-loop.”

#Game Changer #Dropout #Ally Beardsley #brennan lee mulligan #Lou Wilson #Zac Oyama #jacob wysocki #izzy roland #game changer quotes #erika ishii #katie marovitch #josh ruben #sam reich #raphael chestang #Game Changer spoilers

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totaly-obsessed · 1 year ago

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Could you write for leah but reader is her little sister and she's been like misbehaving at school so her mum asks her to talk to her as of she's being like bullied or something to get reader to admit it.

(Sorry I miss spelled something the first time and didn't realise I took the name out when I was fixing the mistakes)

Big Shoes to fill

Leah Willamson x reader fic

pt.2 here

-> Reader, Leah's younger sister is having trouble in school - mysteries get solved.

-> Talk of bullying, homophobia, (maybe child neglect?)

-> @ anon, I hope you like it - a little bit angstier than most of my stuff

➳ Masterlist

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Amanda and David Williamson had had enough. Since school started again, they have received nothing but bad news from their youngest daughter’s school – your school. At first, it was just forgotten homework, until you missed attendance a couple of times – then they made sure, that you did in fact go to school and classes. But after getting better, it got worse again – you had started to misbehave more and more, talking back to your teachers and being constantly rude to everyone around you.

It was stressful. Of course, you didn’t change your behavior overnight, and you didn’t change because you were bored – but nobody seemed to care. Leah had moved to central London a couple of years ago and your older brother Jacob moved to Australia – leaving you all alone in your parent's home.

They weren’t bad people or bad parents, but they were busy. Work. All day, every day. Both of them had already been older when they had you – Leah already eleven, and Jacob seven when she was ‘blessed’ with a younger sister.

The footballer loved to tell you how your first meeting went, boasting to everybody that you wouldn’t stop crying until she held you for the first time, falling asleep in her skinny, little arms. It was her favorite picture of you as a baby, even to this day.

When your principal called Amanda at work for the third time that week, she was done trying. Instead of picking you up, she told the man on the other side of the phone to let you walk home – no matter how much you whined. To his surprise you did not even complain, taking your bag and walking out the door – dull, tired eyes and an empty smile on your face. You finally did it. Maybe you never had to go back. Maybe they finally gave up on you.

Once you had arrived home you were drenched by the London rain, shivering as you made your way through an empty house, taking a shower before you started cleaning up your muddy footsteps. Everything was normal until no one came home. Usually, your mom would get home at five and your day by eight – but now it was already nine and no one was answering your texts.

The lock of the front door ruckled, and after a few tries, it was finally flung open. Like in a bad horror movie a silhouette was shown by lighting in the background – but after a deafening silence aside from the falling rain, Leah stepped inside. Her hair kept back in a beanie and a bag of take-out food in her hand – “I’m homeee!”

You took the food into the kitchen before handing her towels and dry clothes, leaving her to get changed. “You, my love, are the best sister, ever!” By now you had plated the food and set up on the couch, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. “I’m your only sister, Lee.” Her blue eyes softened at your weak voice. “I knowww, but you’re always so good to me.” She pulled you into a tight hug, almost afraid to let you go.

You handed her one of the plates, two slices of Pizza on it – your joined favorite – as she eyes the glasses. “Aren’t you a little too young to drink, Missy?” A sheepish smile was the only response that she got, and it was enough. Leah could see that something was up.

Usually, you had time to prepare when she visited, knowing of it beforehand – but today was different, she just showed up. You didn’t have time to hide the bags beneath your eyes, or do your hair in a way that didn’t look completely life-less – and she noticed. Of course, Leah noticed. She would always notice.

You ate dinner in silence for a while, just happy to be in each other's presence, having missed that feeling once Leah had moved out and you had gotten older. But when both plates were clean, Leah literally licking the crumbs off them, you couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m guessing you’re the one I have to thank for Mum and Dad being somewhere else?”

Your older sister swallowed hard, knowing that you would ask, but she had still hoped that she could gently lead you into the conversation. “Yeah, they’re at my place.” Leah’s place was a stunning apartment closer to the Arsenal training facility. As gently as she could, she took your hands into hers, immediately noticing how cold they were.

“They told me that you’ve been havin’ trouble in school. What’s goin on Bug?” You hated that look. Leah’s eyes clouded with worry terrified you. She really did care, and while that was nice to know, it also meant, that you would hurt her, no matter what.

“Mom doesn’t know what to do anymore, and Dad- he, well he doesn’t either.” Of course, you knew that. Your mother's tired eyes nearly mirrored your own. But you couldn’t tell them. They wouldn’t understand.

The silence was deafening, and your older sister tried to be subtle with her concerned staring. Sadly for both of you, Leah’s subtle was like an elephant in a fine China store. She really did try not to coax anything out of you, wanting you to feel safe enough to open up.

“School’s just not my thing.”

Both of you knew that you were lying – you loved learning new things and while school might not have the right topics for you, it was better than dying dumb.

The Arsenal player’s eyebrow was intimidating enough for you to just give up. You were tired of fighting your feelings, hurting yourself and everybody else.

“Why are you so rude to the people in your class?” She really was serious, there was no backing out now. “They are not nice people.” Her gaze hardened, her suspicions forming even further. “Why don't you like them?”

But she was met with silence. While you wanted to let her know, that those kids were mean ones, you didn’t want to tell her why they were so mean to you. It would break your sister's heart.

“Okay, what about your football team? Do you have any friends there?” Every time your eyes wandered up from staring at your joined hands to meet Leah’s, they snapped back down. The look in her eyes was terrifying. She seemed scared.

And it was all your fault.

“Oh, I stopped playing football.” Your parents hadn’t even noticed. You washed your own laundry, so when at some point your sweaty training clothes stopped showing up, no one noticed. The only one who did was your trainer – she was now missing one of the most known last names in English women’s football in her team.

You didn’t need to look at your sister to know that she was shocked, her stunned silence doing all the talking. “W-What to do you mean – You quit? But you love football!” You did. You loved watching Leah and her teammates play football, there was so much passion on the field, silent understanding, and mastered routines when they played. “Just drop it, Leah.”

Realization set in for the England captain – you were growing up. Gone was her little sister, who would do anything to be like her. The little sister who worshipped the ground she walked on.

“Why did you quit then? Mom didn’t tell me about it. Why didn’t you call?” You had downed the contents of your wine glass, stealing Leah’s as well. It scared her, just how tired you looked. “Didn’t want to interrupt your day, you’re a busy woman now. Mom always says that.” You took a deep breath, before making air quotes “Leah has more important stuff to do now, honey. Don’t call her, what if she is in an interview?”

The silence was suffocating. It never used to be like this, at least not that Leah remembered. “You would have never interrupted. I will always make time for you, Bug.” As much as you wanted to believe that, you couldn’t. No one made time for you. Not even your mom and dad, who used to do so many exciting things with all their kids in the house. But it was different now. With Leah and Jacob gone.

“A phone works both ways, Leah.”

The footballer was stunned. You were right. She was complaining to your mum, on and on, about how she didn’t know what was happening in your life – but she herself made no effort to change that.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Her confession and apology meant everything to you – even if you feared, that they were empty.

The wine bottle was now empty, and Leah still sober – but that was her plan, and it was working a charm, as your slightly slurred words started to pour out.

“I am so proud of you. You know?” A deep sniffle filled the brief silence “Winning the home European Championship, leading the team to the win, playing every game.” Your eyes were staring into space, as your sisters’ hands tried to warm yours, scared of how hollow you looked and felt. “But it’s not easy living up to that, you know?”

You once again grabbed the glass, disappointed when it was empty. But you didn’t get up to get more. “All everyone said when we went back to school, was how I would never be as good as you.” Tears threatened to fall from Leah’s eyes as things started to make sense. “That’s not true, y-“ but you didn’t let her finish her desperate try to change your mind. “It is true, Leah. I will never be as good as you – because I don’t really like football that much. Your passion and love for it, made you work harder to get where you are right now. I just played so that Jacob and you had something to talk to me about.”

Your whole life you had been pretending to love the game just as much as your siblings did – and when Leah thought back on it, she started to see it. You never had a team you supported, but it was always the one she had played for, or preferred. Not a single well-known footballer came to your mind when you were asked. The only answer you would give? ‘My sister, Leah. She is my favorite footballer of all time.’

“People had never been the kindest to me. I mean I could handle it when they just made fun of me for defending you. But after the win, all of a sudden everyone loved you, and then I was the one they were hurling insults at.” Tears made their way down the blonde's face, leaving a salty taste on her lips. “What did you need to defend me from?”

She knew it was bad the moment that your hands let go of hers. Seeking space. “Well, people knew. They knew about you and Jordan.” Sobs started to wreck her body as you desperately tried to soothe her by rubbing her back.

People were insulting her for being gay, and you stood up for her, making yourself the target.

“Bug, I- I don’t know what to say…”

The tipsyness started to make way for your guilt. She wasn’t supposed to know. You knew that it would break her heart, knowing what was happening at school.

“I hoped, that if I acted cold enough, people would leave me alone. But they didn’t. I tried to tell Mum that I wanted to change schools, but she was busy.” Now she understood. You tried to get yourself kicked out of school so that your parents had no choice but to notice and send you to a new one, where you could start over.

“I am so sorry. You shouldn’t have to go through that.” Your gaze finally met hers, gone was her baby sister. The teen in front of her was much too mature for her age, needing to wise up after being left all alone in the world.

“I know Lee.”

My god. What had she done? Leah Williamson was sure if there was an award for being the worst sister – she would have surely won it.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt x reader #lionesses x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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yeonmuse · 5 months ago

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— SHES WITH THE BAND ★

“FUCK ME LIKE A ROCKSTAR DANCING ON A COP

CAR NOTHING IN THE WORLD CAN STOP ME NOW”

Groupie love series, idols as Rockstars.

(ATEEZ, TXT, THE BOYZ)

GROUPIE L♥️VE TOUR

Please make sure to show your tickets upon entry, to those of you that purchased a backstage pass, line up outside after the show.

‼️ WARNING 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI ‼️

★ Day 1 - Pretty Little Thing (sunwoo,haknyeon,hyunjae,juyeon,eric)

★ Day 2 - Avalon (Lee Sangyeon)

★ Day 3 - Under The Influence (Lee Juyeon)

★ Day 4 - Two- Faced (Bae Jacob)

★ Day 5 - Thrillride (Kim Younghoon)

★ Day 6 - One Of The Girls (Lee Hyunjae)

★ Day 7 - Meddle About (Kim Sunwoo, Eric Sohn)

★ Day 8 - Floor 22 (Kevin Moon)

★ Day 9 - Attention (Choi Chanhee)

★ Day 10 - Repay Me (Ji Changmin)

★ Day 11 - Home Movies (Ju Haknyeon)

★ Day 12 - Welcome To The Band ( WooSan) intro

★ Day 13 - Fill The Void (Woosan)

★ Day 14 - Which Floor (Mingi)

★ Day 15 - Blue Hour (Hongjoong)

★ Day 16

★ Day 17

★ Day 18

★ Day 19

★ Day 20

★ Day 21

★ Day 22

★ Day 23

★ Day 24

★ Day 25

★ Day 26

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fashionteahouse · 3 months ago

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The Other Woman - Paul x reader

It was Friday night, but you didn’t have any plans. Your boyfriend, Paul, had a late shift, leaving you listening to music in your headphones and doodling to past time.

You feel your phone buzz and read the new message you received from Leah.

Lee💜: “wyd”

You: “staring into the void”

Lee💜: “My dad is making me come to this bonfire. Please crash🙂‍↕️”

You actually consider, since you’ve never been to a bonfire before. You only heard about them and seen them on television, they looked and sounded fun.

You: “sureee 🫡”

You both make plans to meet at the beach. She’s there waiting for you and you two embrace. You see Seth helping their mother carry , Sue, a couple of dishes for the event.

“Y/N! I..wasn’t expecting you to be here!” Harry Clearwater says, trying his best to mask his feeling of being caught off guard by the sight of you. You almost miss it but you’re not sure why he would be surprised to see you and Leah together, since you two were close.

“Hi, Harry! Leah invited me.” You chuckle in response.

His eyes narrow with a slight glare at his daughter, but his tone don’t match the stoic look on his face, “Oh did she? Well, hope you enjoy the stories we are going to tell.”

You like stories, so you reward him with a polite smile. You and Leah banter as you two make your way to the fire. But your heart leap in your chest.

You see Paul having a in-depth talk with Sam away from the crowd’s earshot, too focused to notice your arrival, but reassure yourself that he must’ve gotten off work early.

“why wouldn’t he tell me though?”

You thought to yourself. It itches your brain but did everything you could to suppress this such thought. You and Paul were good. You were sure of it. 6 months in, he was your best friend; joined at the hip ever since he asked you out on a starry night.

You decided to stall and not let him know that you’re there, so you can surprise him. You join Leah in scaring Seth with a worm, while it lies on a stick, oblivious to the boy running and warning both you.

Seth bumps into a dark long haired woman, who whips around in annoyance since she almost stumbled to the ground. “Geez Seth, calm down will you?” she says to him.

“Sorry Rach! Okay fun times over and Leah just wait I’ll get you back when we get home!”

Leah just snickers, not taking the threat from her little brother seriously, sticking out her tongue in a playful manner. She shifts her attention to the girl before her, her face unfamiliar to you.

“Hey girl, since when did you get into town?” Leah asks and slings her arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“About a day ago. Had to settle in. I see nothing’s changed since I left.” she rolls her eyes while giggling. You two lock eyes.

“Who’s this?” Rachel asked.

“Oh! This is Y/N. She’s cool peoples. Just moved into town a year ago. This is Rachel, Jacob’s older sister.” Leah confirms.

You sport a friendly smile and extend your hand, “Nice to meet you!”. Rachel pretends like she doesn’t see your hand and opts for a friendly hug.

You didn’t know she was so nice.

You three walk to get some food until Jacob calls Rachel over which makes her groan dramatically, and sees what her brother wants.

Them two talk while you and Leah go for the food that you two know for a fact Sue brought. As you were going to the cooler to look for a drink to go with your paper plate of baked ziti, you look up to ask Leah if she wants a drink, only to find Rachel and Paul now conversing.

You couldn’t help but notice the pair’s distance being closer than you would like them to be. You known Paul to be protective, even his possessive said secretly turned you on. This was all new.

Rachel’s blushing couldn’t be helped, Paul was a handsome man. He knew the right words to say, his smile was worth millions.

Leah snapped you out of your observation by pointing which log to sit; her father waiting patiently for everyone to finally get situated.

Rachel and Paul were the last to join. But when he finally realized your presence, instead of giving you your favorite smile he gives every time he sees you, his expression looked as if he’s seen a ghost. Rachel puts a lock of hair behind her ear and claims the seat next to you, with Leah on the other side telling Quil how his jokes aren’t funny.

Billy Black, Jacob’s dad, starts off the stories with Harry following up with a tale of soulmates. Imprinting is what they called it.

The stories were long. And to be honest, you barely paid attention. You mind can’t stop thinking about the site you saw earlier. Paul was your boyfriend but it felt like you were intruding on something you weren’t supposed to.

With the fire dying down and everyone relaxed from the stories, people start to clean up and wrap up their night. Some making plans for what to do next, since it was a weekend.

Your plan was to go home and pretend that this night has never happened.

“Hey! Let me get your number.” Rachel says, with her eyes filled to the brim with kindness.

You quickly give it to her and gun straight for your car.

You felt a warm hand touch your arm, at the same time you touch your car door.

“Don’t go.” His voice says to you.

You close your eyes in defeat. “I’ll see you tomorrow” you tell him.

“No. I mean- I have to talk to you. About something.”

“Paul I really just want to go-“

“Y/N please.”

The persistence in his voice makes you reconsider. It makes you want to listen to what he has to say.

“Someone covered my shift..I was going to tell you but.. we weren’t allowed outsiders in this bonfire.”

You scoffed, “Since when was I an outsider?”

“I don’t mean it like that. The legends..I mean the stories, they’re sacred to the tribe. This one was supposed to be small and intimate, I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you I swear.”

“I got to meet Rachel.” You went straight to the point.

“Yeah. She just got back into town. Jared’s having a little after thing at his place. I was gonna bring you to that. Wanna come?”

You shake your head. “I’m good. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

He was going to press on but you already opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.

He reached in to give you a peck but you duck your head and pretended like turning the key in the ignition was the most interesting thing in the world. You avoided looking at him because you knew it only took one look to give into him.

The next day, your feelings were hurt. You thought sleep would take it away but it was the one thing that your mind always went back to.

Paul came by in the afternoon. Your parents were at the grocery store, and you two sat on the porch swing.

“Y/N.” he says and you look at him.

“I have something to tell you.” he announces.

“Has this have anything to do with Rachel?” you ask with insecurity getting the best of you.

He shakes his head and clenches his jaw and hesitates to say this next thing.

“We have to break up.”

You stand up but he’s in front of you. Too fast. “I’m not seeing someone else. I can’t date you anymore.”

“Why-“ you choke out.

He stares at the ground, hurt is in his voice as well, “Because..I’m fucked up. If I could take this back I swear I would. It’s not even you. It’s ME.” he finishes.

“Yea, like I’m supposed to believe that. You waste my time! You know what? You are right! You are FUCKED UP and you MAKE ME SICK.” You push pass him and slam the front door.

Paul stares at the door. The thing that’s distancing from you two. There’s just no way he could’ve told you he was a werewolf, shapeshifter, or whatever the fuck this was.

Little did you know, this was the moment he had been avoiding. With Sam on his hills and now finding out that Rachel was his soulmate, he knew he couldn’t hold onto you any longer.

He would do anything to go back to how things USED to be. When you two would banter about which class subject was easier, english or math. He wanted to go back to picking you up and detouring to get breakfast before school, both of you not caring if you were late. He wanted to go back to the cheesy dates and the phone calls that lasted until both of you fell asleep.

But he knew that door solidified the ending of you two.

He turns from the door in shame and descends into the woods and has no choice but to let his new life succumb

#twilight #paul lahote #y/n #fem reader #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote x you #paul lahote imagine #fanfic #angst #imprint #la push #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves #quileute #the other woman #x reader #leah clearwater

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 3 months ago

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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in October 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

❓What was the last queer book you read?

[ Release dates may have changed. List below! ]

❤️ Back in the Hunt - K. Sterling 🧡 The Connoisseur's Christmas Courtship - L.M. Bennett 💛 Shoestring Theory - Mariana Costa 💚 The Black Hunger - Nicholas Pullen 💙 Wild Fire - Radclyffe 💜 Because Fat Girl - Lauren Marie Fleming ❤️ The Ace and Aro Relationship Guide - Cody Daigle-Orians 🧡 Soul Survivors - River Kai 💛 Stolen Hearts - Michele Castleman 💙 Reverence - Milena McKay 💜 Love Immortal - Kit Vincent

❤️ Take a Sad Song - Ona Gritz 🧡 Showmance - Chad Beguelin 💛 Redundancies & Potentials - Dominique Dickey 💚 Alexander - Karla Nikole 💙 Rest in Peaches - Alex Brown 💜 Rise of the Wrecking Crew - Kalynn Bayron ❤️ Language Lessons - Sage Donnell 🧡 Legend of the White Snake - Sher Lee 💛 Sorcery and Small Magis - Maiga Doocy 💙 Cried Out - Kate Hawthorne 💜 Skysong - C.A. Wright 🌈 No Rules Tonight - Kim Hyun Sook, Ryan Estrada

❤️ My Mother's Ridiculous Rules for Dating - Philip William Stover 🧡 I Shall Never Fall in Love - Hari Conner 💛 Castle Swimmer - Wendy Martin 🧡 The Hollow and the Haunted - Camilla Raines 💙 How Does That Make You Feel, Magda Eklund? - Anna Montague 💜 The Arizona Triangle - Sydney Graves ❤️ Every Rule Undone - Nancy S.M. Waldman 🧡 Mister Nice - Jamie Jennings 💛 Under the Mistletoe with You - Lizzie Huxley-Jones 💙 How to Fall in Love in a Time of Unnameable Disaster - Muriel Leung 💜 The Snowball Effect - Haley Cass 🌈 This Will Be Fun - E.B. Asher

❤️ Our Evenings - Alan Hollinghurst 🧡 Don't Let the Forest In - C.G. Drews 💛 Finding Delaware - Bree Wiley 💚 The Reeds - Arjun Basu 💙 The Bloodless Princes - Charlotte Bond 💜 Women's Hotel - Daniel M. Lavery ❤️ Alex McKenna and the Academy of Souls - Vicki-Ann Bush 🧡 A Vile Season - David Ferraro 💛 Synchronicity - J.J. Hale 💙 Writ of Love - Cassidy Crane 💜 Di-Curious - Erin Branch 🌈 Swordcrossed - Freya Marske

❤️ Stand Up! - Tori Sharp 🧡 Haunt Me, Baby - Rose Santoriello 💚 Planet Drag: Uncover the Global Herstory - Various 💙 Until We Shatter - Kate Dylan 💜 Metal from Heaven - August Clarke ❤️ Vicious Fates and Vast Futures - Tilly Bramley 🧡 The Daughter of Danray - Natalia Hernandez 💛 If I Stopped Haunting You - Colby Wilkens 💙 The Darkness Behind The Door - Mira Gonzalez 💜 Hunt Monsters, Do Magic, and Fall in Love - A.M. Weald 🌈 Jasmine Is Haunted - Mark Oshiro

❤️ Model Home - Rivers Solomon 🧡 Haunting Melody - Chloe Spencer 💛 The Door in Lake Mallion - S.M. Beiko 💚 The City in Glass - Nghi Vo 💙 Fang Fiction - Kate Stayman-London 💜 The Merriest Misters - Timothy Janovsky ❤️ Make the Season Bright - Ashley Herring Blake 🧡 My Kind of Trouble - L.A. Schwartz 💛 To Become A Flower - CEON 💙 What Was Lost - Melissa Connelly 💜 The Forbidden Book - Sacha Lamb 🌈 This Dark Paradise - Erin Luken

❤️ The Sound of Storms - Anya Keeler 🧡 Country Queers - Rae Garringer 💛 A Spell for Heartsickness - Alistair Reeves 💚 The Stars Inside Us - Kristy Gardner 💙 October's Ocean - Delaine Coppock 💜 Haunt Your Heart Out - Amber Roberts ❤️ The Dark Becomes Her - Judy I. Lin 🧡 Power Pose - Emily Silver 💛 The Magic You Make - Jason June 💙 House of Elephants - Claribel A. Ortega 💜 Tegan and Sara: Crush - Tegan Quin, Sara Quin, Tillie Walden 🌈 The Brightness Between Us - Eliot Schrefer

❤️ The Spring before Obergefell - Benjamin S. Grossberg 🧡 Pray For Him - Tyler Battaglia 💛 Coup de Grâce - Sofia Ajram 💚 Coal Gets In Your Veins - Cat Rector 💙 He Who Bleeds - Dorian Valentine 💜 The Revenge of Captain Vessia - Leslie Allen ❤️ Camelot's Tower - Brooke Matthews 🧡 The Manor - Tiffany E. Taylor 💛 Arcanum - Ashlyn Drewek 💙 Strange Beasts - Susan J. Morris 💜 On Vicious Worlds - Bethany Jacobs 🌈 Death Song - B. Ripley

❤️ Best Hex Ever - Nadia El-Fassi 🧡 I'll Be Gone for Christmas - Georgia K. Boone 💛 Make My Wish Come True - Rachael Lippincott, Alyson Derrick 💚 Gentlest of Wild Things - Sarah Underwood 💙 Troth - E.H. Lupton 💜 Solis - Paola Mendoza & Abby Sher ❤️ Lucy, Uncensored - Mel Hammond, Teghan Hammond 🧡 Mama - Nikkya Hargrove 💛 Under All the Lights - Maya Ameyaw 💙 Reclaimed - Seth Haddon 💜 The Devil's Dilemma - Alex J. Adams 🌈 The Jovian Madrigals - Janneke de Beer

❤️ Blood Price - Nicole Evans 🧡 Worship Me - K.C. Blume 💛 All the Hearts You Eat - Hailey Piper 💚 The Nightmare Before Kissmas - Sara Raasch 💙 Rogue Community College - David R. Slayton 💜 Mistress of Hours - Emma Elizabeth ❤️ The Dog Trainer's Secret - Sav Uong 🧡 Most Wonderful - Georgia Clark 💛 Antenora - Dori Lumpkin 💙 House of Frank - Kay Synclaire 💜 Sir Callie and the Witch's War - Esme Symes-Smith 🌈 Prince of Fortune - Lisa Tirreno

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago

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Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton

HEMLOCK GROVE important buisness ~ roman godfrey* ⭐

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐ shared trauma ~ logan howlett making amends ~ bucky barnes

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

DON’T WORRY DARLING a perfect world ~ jack chambers ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down` public service announcement`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions` an out there request (w/ skeet ulrich)*`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐ icdiwabh ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐ a winter night at rockefeller

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SKEET ULRICH an out there request (w/ matthew lillard)*`

DAMIEN HAAS our own after party

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy` another man in a red suit ~ deadpool x spider-man ⭐

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐ surprising ted and tucker during chuckle sandwich (jschlatt) billy butcher’s secret pleasure ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

#imagines #imagine #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #masterlist #number three

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girlactionfigure · 8 months ago

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ALIYAH #1

I’m leaving Britain and moving to Israel

Even if it wasn’t for the antisemitism I’d be leaving

Britain is a dying society

I’ll be fine in Israel

It’s the most dynamic, creative and positive place I’ve ever been - even though surrounded by Islamic fundamentalist psychopaths who daily try to destroy it

You can forget the power of positivity and optimism

It’s become taboo in England

That’s one thing I’ll never understand or make peace with

Britain is currently a shit hole - but if you try to express positivity, pride and optimism in the idea of salvaging something good about ourselves and improving things - you’ll be shamed and beaten down by smug, elitist morons who have a stranglehold over our culture - a culture that they have made desperately dull and oppressive

Britain is a place that hates individuals who stick their head above the parapet, hates self-belief, hates pride, and it hates success

Our enemies have contributed to this grim culture of floundering confusion and self-loathing Useful idiots do the donkey work

And our leadership seem to lack entirely any connection with the grandeur or grand ideas that drive not just a society forward - but a civilisation

Israel isn’t perfect of course

But Jewish civilisation - for all our kvetching - is infused with positivity on such a cellular level that it seems impossible to extract it from every instinct we have

Even our kvetching is celebrated. Think about that. We celebrate our skill and ingenuity at complaining.

It’s impossible for Jews to ever be truly pessimistic

We are the descendants of Jacob - who wrestled with an angel and refused to let go of a shitty situation unless it was turned into a blessing

We waited for ten fucking plagues with our bags packed to leave Egypt

Others would have unpacked after three.

A Jew who doesn’t believe in miracles isn’t a realist.

Whether you believe in miracles or not - we are the descendants of those who did - and that triumphant impulse of hope has saturated the unconscious rhythm of our entire being

Preparing for Shabbat bespeaks faith that Shabbat will come

Raising your kids Jewish bespeaks faith they will raise theirs too

Muttering Oy bespeaks belief that on some level your pain is heard

So whatever problems lie ahead for us - who knows how we’ll solve them - but we’ll find a way

If something is broken it can be fixed

Zionism is proof

Once our nation was broken

We were scattered around the world

The re-establishment of our nation in our ancestral home - after two thousand years - is the most audacious act of repair in the history of the world

Every Jew who makes aliyah carries back a small piece of the broken kingdom

Together we’ll build something even better than before

If you’re a Jew I hope you’ll come.

I hope you’ll come soon

And why not now??

The sea has parted.

Just walk through

The path is trodden smooth by the hopeful

LEE KERN

MAY 7

#Israel #Aliyah #Part 1 #LeeKern

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sungbeam · 1 year ago

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𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

nonidol!lee hyunjae x f!reader

6.7k words (my hand slipped, sorry), fluff, angst, low-key e2l, ex friends 2 implied lovers?, low-key rich kid au, swearing, drinking and drunk talks/crying, a shitty situation, a bitchy ex gf, uhh very low-key hurt/comfort?, lots of mentions of pizza and soft drinks, THE PLOT IS SO RUSHED IM SORRY I CRAMMED.

a/n: requests now closed! whew,,, what a doozy 😭 im sorry if it feels rushed bc it low-key really was such a rushed and ambitious plot on my part. to the anon who requested it, ik it's not exactly what u asked for and im sorry ><

The pizzeria was like your second home. Maybe it was your home, but you weren't sure if calling a pizza place your home was the best word. It acted as your bubble away from academic responsibilities, family obligations, and anything else you wanted to forget. For the past three years of your college career, you made this place your comfort spot, while also picking up some spare change.

Your friend and co-worker Dae bumped her hip with yours as she passed by you with her hands full of empty plastic cups to refill. "Your group of banshees just walked in," she mused, slipping past you to the fountain drink machine on the bar counter.

Your head perked up and watched the front door on the other side of the room open to let a wave of your friends in. Dae liked to joke that your friend group consisted of a bunch of "banshees" from how loud they could be. You couldn't blame her at all; it was hilariously accurate. On a bad night, the group's volume could reach levels of a nightmare baby being birthed from the Devil's anus.

"Yn-ie!" Chanhee and Jacob waved to you as the group of five made their way through the tight spaces between tables.

"Hey, guys," you greeted them. "You're so lucky a group just left." You nodded toward the circular table in the back corner where your friends often made their home. It was big enough to seat seven—ten, if you squished—but it was almost always for you and your friends.

The pizzeria's owner and your boss, Mr. Moretti, usually didn't mind your friends occupying the space. You were pretty sure he was glad your friends were hiding themselves away in the back. (Not because of the merriment, just because of the noise. Some customers just wanted pizza and a quiet night, and you could respect that.)

"Waitress! Waitress!" Changmin screeched, waving one of his hands around like a lunatic.

You came up to the table with an unimpressed look on your face, and Kevin wrestled his neighbor back into this seat. "Okay, so Changmin doesn't get to eat tonight," you drawled and braced your hands on the backs of Sunwoo and Chanhee's chairs.

"I was just wondering how long it takes for someone to get service around here," Changmin jested. He feigned one of those pompous brushes of his hair, mocking one of the rich pricks who had come in here last month thinking that the RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE sign didn't apply to him. Changmin broke into a lopsided grin at your arched brows. "What? I think I'm funny."

Your eyes widened in a silent 'Can you believe this guy?'

"He's sugar high because someone let him get to the cupcakes," Kevin directed his flat gaze to his counterpart, Jacob.

Jacob's hands lifted in innocence. "What? No one was eating them, and he said he was hungry."

"Okay, drinks, folks!" You clapped to regain their attention. You did, after all, have other customers. "What're we feeling tonight?"

A chorus of drink orders flew up into the air—coke, iced water, Sprite, lemonade—and you nodded, stepping away to grab them those very beverages. Your friends had all been here enough times to know exactly what was on the menu, so while you stepped away briefly for their drinks, they could deliberate and get back to you as soon as you returned.

Like a well oiled machine, you delivered them their drinks, and Kevin doled out the lineup for tonight.

"You know, I was thinking of painting my nails black," Kevin said as he finished off the order. He held his hand out in front of him, inspecting the state of his bare nails.

Sunwoo straightened in his seat. "We should do it together, hyung!—I mean… you could probably paint my nails. I dunno if you should trust me with one of those thin ass brushes."

"You're right," Chanhee chimed in, "we shouldn't."

You snickered to yourself as you left your friends to their own devices and pinned their order sheet to one of the clips hanging in the kitchen window. There was a set of plates set out on the window sill, the bill reading for table three, and you picked it up to take over to them. Dae appeared next to you, tightening her ponytail, and grabbed the dishes for table four right beside it.

With both your hands full, you departed to deliver your respective orders.

As you set the dishes off food down onto table three, you heard the telltale swish of the door opening, and night air flooded into the room. On instinct, you straightened with a smile to greet them. "Hi! Welcome—" your voice died on your throat, and when his eyes locked with yours, you stuttered, "—in. For how many?"

Lee Hyunjae brushed a hand through his blond hair, his other arm wrapped around the shoulders of a girl who was unfortunately familiar to you. A couple of the guys with him, you recognized, too, but he was the one who had made you trip over your words.

One of them with jet black hair and kind, feline-like eyes, lifted four of his fingers in a wordless signal.

You nodded, lips set in a firm line, and gestured to the open four-seater at table eight.

You tucked your empty tray beneath your arm, mentally thanking anyone who was listening that his party was seated in Dae's section and not yours. Thank god for odd numbers.

Dae was swift to chirp out her usual cheeriness to the newcomers, and you scurried back over to the register to cash a table's check. As you did so, your eyes flitted up toward Hyunjae's table. He glanced over at you periodically, looking away whenever you were already looking at him.

What the hell was he doing here? You wanted to yell, scream. Out of all the places, out of all the nights, out of all the times… how long had it been since you last saw him, you wondered to yourself as you let the bitterness seep into your bones and meld with the marrow. It was a feeling you knew all too well.

You strode over to table seven to set their check down on the edge of the table. Everything in the pizzeria was so close together; it was near impossible not to catch the words being exchanged at table eight.

"—don't understand why you chose this dump, Hyunjae." That was the girl, the one who's face made you want to throw something at it. Her name was Kyla, and the last time you saw her in person, she had just become Hyunjae's girlfriend.

Sometimes you questioned how they even managed to stay together so long, but then again, people like them deserved each other.

"Eric just wanted pizza, babe," drawled the blond, his arm casually draped over the back of her chair.

The two others seated at the table consisted of the man with jet black hair, and another with a medium-toned brown hair peeking out of a gray hoodie. The latter said, "You guys'll love this place! Their breadsticks are literally the fluffiest things in the world."

A smile curled onto your face at that comment. Now that you thought about it, you'd seen him around before.

You slid over to table one and began stacking the dirty dishes left behind by customers who had gone. Table eight's conversation continued.

"Is it normal to be able to see grease in the air?" Kyla gagged, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She soaked in the close quarters of the restaurant with little appreciation.

The other third wheel at table eight, the one with black hair, lifted his eyebrows. "It's cozy in here, Kyla."

"Yeah, just give it a chance," Hyunjae chimed in.

You brushed past their table to grab table seven's check and hustle it back over to the register. You met Dae at the counter, her hands once again full with cups that needed filling.

A grunt left her lips. "Table eight," she began.

"Yeah," you agreed. "Sheesh."

Her head turned to you over her shoulder. "You know 'em?"

"Unfortunately." You pursed your lips. "It's been awhile," you amended. "I only know the couple at the table—enough to say, good luck, girl."

Dae made a face, but she pulled her shoulders back to solidify her posture. You always admired her work ethic and her customer service skills. As fellow waitresses during many a dinner rush hour, you both had to deal with your own handfuls of difficult people. At this point, it wasn't difficult to sniff them out from a mile away. There were some days you just wanted them to yell at you and get it over with.

Just as Dae left to go drop off drinks, your friends' order hit the window sill. You tucked the finished bill for table seven into your apron pocket and grabbed the trays to set on the table for your friends.

"You look like you're about to gnaw my fingers off, Jacob," you teased with a twinge of nervousness.

The man grinned at you, with teeth. "I'm hungry."

"Valid." You backed away from the table, and the carnage began.

You laughed, ducking your head, as you left your friends to their feast. You arrived at table seven and wished them a good night—

"Do you not have cherry coke? Isn't that, like, a universal fountain drink?"

You glanced over to see Dae's mouth twitch just slightly, but gave nothing else away. "No, we only have regular Coke and Diet Coke; I said that earlier, miss."

Kyla stared at her as if she'd just gotten her puppy revoked. "But they both taste like ass."

"You can have a fruit punch instead," Dae offered.

"But I don't want fruit punch."

You saw that the other two boys at the table fidgeted nervously. They were making eyes at Hyunjae, urging him to do something.

He seemed to lift his gaze to yours at that exact moment and you wondered what he saw in them. Something shifted in him, a silent acceptance of surrender.

The next thing you knew, he was leaning into the conversation. "Ky, you can just get a water or something and then we'll go get a drink after this. How does that sound?"

She threw a look over at him. "I really just want a cherry coke, Hyunjae. If I have to be forced to eat at this place, then the least you could do is get me a cherry coke."

Okay, that was enough.

"Is there a problem here?" You asked, sidling up beside Dae. You saw her loosen up out of the corner of your eye.

Kyla opened her mouth to retort something, but she halted abruptly. Her head cocked to the side, eyes narrowing, like she was trying to figure something out. You knew the moment she recognized you. A slow smile curled onto her mouth. "Oh my god… Yn Ln. Mommy and daddy kick you out or something? Why are you working at this dump?"

You were certain your eye started twitching.

Hyunjae grappled her shoulder. "Kyla."

"This is gold," she chirped. "Wow, I didn't think anything good could come of this dinner, but—" she sneered, "wow. You look awful."

"Takes one to know one," you said with venom dripping from your words. "We have a right to refuse service, ma'am, so if you don't quit badgering my friend and me, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She didn't seem to catch your drift. "No. Get me. A cherry coke."

You suppressed every urge to fuck this girl up. To Dae, you murmured, "Can you cover my tables?"

"For sure, girl," she said, giving you a reassuring clasp on the shoulder. "Should I call Moretti?"

"No, I think we should be fine—"

"Wait until I tell everyone I know about how absolute ass this place is," Kyla ripped you back out into reality. She had her phone out now, and Eric, the guy in the hoodie, was reaching across the table to stop her.

You weren't allowed to touch her, you reminded yourself. You could do this with just words. No matter how much it killed you to not sucker punch her stupid, pearly whites in. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," you told her through gritted teeth. "Either you buckle down with your regular Coca-Cola, or you get out."

"How about—no."

All breath dissipated from your lungs when you felt the carbonated liquid dumped in your face, the blocks of ice just missing your eyes. The entire establishment seemed to freeze with you.

You scoffed, slowly wiping the soda from your eyes and shaking out your arms. You couldn't seem to form coherent speech.

"What the fuck is going on here?" You recognized Kevin's hardened voice behind you, his hand squeezing your shoulder to tell you he was here.

As Kyla and Kevin dueled it out, you found Hyunjae's eyes again. To his credit, he seemed horrified and apologetic, his mouth parted in shock. But then again, he didn't have much credit anymore in your book.

Your hands fisted. You wanted to yell at him to get out. It had been a decent evening, a good evening, before he and his like came in and threw a drink in your face.

You didn't want to address the burning bitterness that coursed beneath all the annoyance and anger—out of everything, why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he try harder to help you? Why was he with her when he could be with y—nevermind. That didn't matter.

Even now, your back still ached from when he'd last left it stabbed.

"Are you okay, Yn-ie?"

You realized that Hyunjae and his party had gone now, and the shop patrons were slowly going back to whatever they had been doing before. Chanhee appeared before you with a couple napkins from the dispenser on the table, and Dae rushed over with a massive roll of paper towels. Your other friends had flocked over, too, to help clean up and also attend to customers while you pulled your shit together.

You gave a nod, finding your voice to tell them so. Your gaze casted briefly toward the front door where you knew he wouldn't ever be stepping back into.

You told yourself that was a good thing.

It was late when you finally pushed out of the back doors of the pizzeria building. Your car was parked out back with many of the other employee cars; it was just a lot more convenient and a lot less traffic. It had been a couple days since the fiasco with Kyla and Hyunjae, and you hadn't heard or seen him once since then.

That was a good thing. It was supposed to be a good thing. After all, why would he suddenly reappear in your life now? What purpose or what significance did that have?

You were going to try and forget about him again. Your life was plenty good without him, and yet…

"Yn."

Speak of the Devil. You swore under your breath as you nearly tripped over the curb. His voice was haunting, as was his presence, his whole silhouette. You'd once found a home with all those things—with him.

You and he stopped beside your car. "What are you doing here?" You asked him.

Hyunjae had his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. "I, uhm," he began, "I wanted to say sorry."

"Sorry?" You parroted. The word was sticky in your mouth and it clung to all the wrong crevices.

"Yeah, for the other night." He clasped the back of his neck. "I… I broke up with her, by the way."

Your eyes widened at his words. He broke up with Kyla? A part of you wanted to pump the sky and jump up and down—finally. Fucking finally! But there was another part of you, the rational one, who yanked you back to Earth and smacked you in the head to think about it. Three years of dating that girl, and just now he decided to break up with her? What was the tipping point? There was no way he didn't know she acted like a spoiled brat all the time.

What was so good about her anyway? You thought you had understood at the time—she had more money, more connections. Her parents were old money rich, not entrepreneurs like yours. It was stupid to think that was the reason, and you couldn't afford to go down that rabbit hole of methodology again.

"So?"

Your singular word seemed to slap him in the face. "So? I—" Frustration flickered across his face for a split second. Now he knew how you felt.

You couldn't wait for him to say anything; you had so much to say to him. "Listen Jaehyun," you said plainly. "I don't know what you want from me. You broke up with your girlfriend? Good for you. You're sorry for the other night? Okay. I don't know if you expect me to grovel and praise you for owning up for once—"

"Okay, what?" He cut in. "First of all, I don't expect you to grovel or praise me or whatever. Second, what do you mean 'owning up for once?'"

"I mean it exactly like I said it." You clenched the strap of your bag in your hand. Crazy how your car was literally right next to you, but you couldn't get into it. Your feet were glued to the street, and a part of you wanted to know how this ended. "The last time I saw you, Kyla laughed in my face, and you encouraged her. You dropped me like our years of friendship meant jack shit to you. I don't know what you're trying to pull, Jaehyun, and I don't wanna know."

Hyunjae leaned his head back, eyes closed for a second. "Yn, it's so much more complicated than that."

You stuck your tongue in your cheek. "That's such bullshit, and you know it. You don't get to come back and tell me this." There was a shakiness in your voice now, and you knew you had to get going or risk yelling. "That's just not fair."

"I know it's not fair."

"Good."

"Fine," he bit out. "I don't even know why I'm here."

Your hand found purchase on the driver's side door. Say something. Give me a reason to stay. "Maybe your sense of guilt has finally returned and your brain wanted to make amends."

He rolled his eyes, and it felt like a stab in your chest. "I'm going to leave now."

"Thank god." The words tasted sour in your mouth and you realized that he hadn't given you a reason to stay; in fact, it had been the exact opposite.

You both went your separate ways again. When you clambered into your car and watched him walk away through your rear view, it dawned on you that the entire conversation had been one massive circle. You wanted to hear him out—of course, you did.

You used to know him, after all. You used to know him so well. And perhaps that was why you hadn't just now.

"We need to talk."

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you nearly fell out of your chair. You tugged your earbuds out of your ear to give whoever this was a piece of your—

You frowned. "Oh. It's you."

Hyunjae frowned back at you. He was wearing a jean jacket today, hair styled presentably. He didn't have to look so good in this lighting, but you supposed even the sun liked to favor him. "Yes, it's me. Can you get up so we can—" He nodded out toward the library window beside you, "—talk?"

"So you want us to jump out the window?"

"You are so annoying."

Your smile was saccharine. "Not as annoying as you."

It had currently been around fifteen hours since he showed up at the back alley to confront you with that sorry apology. You'd woken up this morning less mad and more sad… smad. Sure, you were smad. It seemed that a night of sleep hadn't deterred your ex-best friend from talking to you, and you couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.

"You don't even go to this school," you told him in a pathetic attempt to wave him away without actually waving him away.

"This is a public campus, Yn." He pulled out the seat across from you before you could protest. "I don't have to go to this school."

You scowled. The organ in your chest was beating awfully fast—you really hoped you weren't about to get in a screaming match with him here of all places. "What do you want, Hyunjae? You can't just show up everywhere I go unannounced."

"I don't do that."

"I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me, actually."

"Will you just—"

"Heya, Yn." Relief flooded through you at the sight of Changmin and Sunwoo walking up to your table. The former narrowed his eyes behind his dark-framed glasses. "Everything okay?"

You flipped your notebook closed and swiftly packed all of your items up. "Yeah, perfectly," you said. Hyunjae didn't follow as you stood up. "Bye, Hyunjae."

As you walked toward the library exit, Changmin and Sunwoo converged on either side of you. "What was that all about?" Sunwoo asked, his head peering behind you at the boy who was no doubt still sitting at the table. "Why is he here?"

You shook your head and pushed out onto the university grounds, propping the door open for your friends trailing behind. "Dude, I have no idea. He dropped by on my way out of work last night—"

"He what?"

"It wasn't even a productive conversation," you told them. You didn't know where you were going, but you turned around to face them as you walked backward along the path. Maybe you shouldn't have just left him there. "I don't even know how he knew I was at the library."

Changmin's mouth quirked downward. "Isn't this like… kind of creepy? What's with him anyway?"

"Yeah, Yn, how do you know him?" Sunwoo chimed in.

You sighed, face scrunching up as you thought about where to begin. Swiveling back to front, your friends clung onto you—both physically and to your words. "Our parents loathe each other, because they're business rivals, but Hyunjae and I went to the same schools when we were kids and we became friends."

It had been the two of you against the world—best petty friends. That first time his parents had driven him over to your house for a play date, the looks on both yours and his parents had been priceless. It'd been a wonder that they'd let you continue with the play date. From that point on, however, you both became friends for life, all despite the odds.

At least, that was how it had been.

Three years ago, just before both of you were going to begin your college careers, he had pretended that everything between the two of you was nothing more than dumpster fire. He ended up with Kyla, he became a jerk, and you'd spiraled. Had it been something you'd done? Had it been you? Did his parents open his eyes to your families' petty rivalry and get him to turn on you? That was what it had seemed like.

You'd survived, somehow. You had friends now—good friends, nice friends, un-petty friends. (But Hyunjae had been that person for you, too, once upon a time.)

You found yourself in your apartment at six in the evening the next day, staring at a half-drunk glass of wine and a crossword on your coffee table. You'd snatched up one of the newspapers in the lobby to busy yourself with in an attempt to take your mind off thrown cups of coke, bitchy ex girlfriends, and bitter ex friends.

It hadn't worked yet.

A knock on your front door drew your focus away, and you dragged yourself up from the couch to see who it was. Something panged in your chest at the face on the other side of the peephole.

You ripped the door open. "Do you want a restraining order?"

Hyunjae stood on the other side looking a little less put together than yesterday, but still more put together than you. "Yn, can we please just talk?"

"How do you even know where I live?" You asked him, not moving from the threshold, and thus, leaving him no room to come in.

"I literally helped you move in three years ago," he said, blinking. Oh. "Now, can I please come in?"

At least he was saying please, you reasoned with yourself. Begrudgingly, you let him in.

His shoulders seemed to deflate as he slipped inside, and he left his shoes on the show rack by the front door. Once you'd replaced all the locks, you swept past him to your kitchen area. "Want a drink?"

"Uhm, sure. Yeah, thanks."

You came back to the couch with another glass and poured him some of the red.

The two of you sat on the couch beside each other with a comfortable amount of space in the middle. He picked up his glass and chugged the entire thing, while you finished off your own glass and reached for the bottle. It felt so strange to be in his space again—or at least, for him to be in your space again. You didn't know if the jittery kick in your heart was from nervousness, excitement, or both.

What more did he have to say to you?

When you topped your glass off again, Hyunjae refilled his own.

"What do you want from me, Hyunjae?" You asked him for what felt like the hundredth time within the past week. You didn't have the heart to look at him now, the alcohol making your brain buzz and your chest heavy.

He nursed his glass, elbows braced on his knees. "I'm sorry," he said, clearing his throat when his voice came out rough. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. "You're probably so fucking tired of me, but I just… I knew I had to make things right."

You tugged your legs onto the couch and tucked them under you. "Why? Because you broke up with your girlfriend for throwing soda in my face?" For a moment, the thought amused you. Out of all the things to break up with Kyla for—out of all the things—it'd been over Coca-Cola.

Hyunjae swallowed down his wine. "No, that's not—that's not why I wanted to break up with her. I mean, part of it, of course. She'd disrespected you and your friend and the workplace."

His words and their sincerity drew your eyes to him on your left. His head hung, but you could see the glazed look in his eyes, dulling out those pretty, mahogany irises of his. He looked like your Hyunjae for once, not the one who had appeared in the doorway of the pizzeria with his arm around a girl who didn't appreciate him or anyone.

"And I'm sorry for that," he continued. "I'm sorry I didn't do more to prevent that from happening."

You stared down into the dark stillness of your wine glass. "Well, it wasn't exactly your fault," you said quietly.

You heard him huff, "Yeah, sure." He lifted the glass up to his lips again, and you did the same.

"The little altercation was recorded and posted online," Hyunjae suddenly said. "And when my parents saw, they pretty much backed out of the partnership between our company and Kyla's parents'. They didn't let me break up with her before because of the contract or whatever, but after that PR nightmare, they pretty much cut ties for me."

He took another swig, and you found yourself really looking at him this time.

"I was and have been an asshole to you, Yn," he said. "And it's no excuse, but it was… I was just trying to make it easier for both of us."

The wine was penetrating your defenses. Or maybe that was his story. But either way, the stinging in the corners of your eyes led to a watering of your vision, and everything was getting blurry. The lights, him, your whole view of the situation. His parents hadn't turned him, but shackled him instead.

"I thought," you began, lifting a hand up to wipe your eyes dry, "you hated me."

Hyunjae raised his head, shaking it, then hanging it again. He drank. "I couldn't hate you. I tried—I tried to make it easier to see you differently, but… Yn, you were my best friend." His voice broke at the end and he swallowed. "I thought about you so much these past few years, and it was so hard to get through it without you."

Your heart was sinking fast into your stomach and you could feel it hammer against your bones. You'd thought about him too much, as much as you loathed to admit. The man who you felt had simply thrown you away… how pathetic was it that you couldn't stop caring? But now, the lens was widening. Maybe your feelings weren't so unique.

Both you and Hyunjae moved at the same time, arms raising to drain your glasses of the last bits of wine.

You told yourself it was the wine that was making you want to cry, but when you and Hyunjae looked at each other, his eyes were lined with silver. He sniffled, setting his glass on the coffee table. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lip when emotion made him screw his face up and turn away from you.

You put your glass next to his and clambered over the sofa to wrap your arms around him. He turned his face into your chest and sobbed, the sound coaxing a crest of emotion out of you, too, and you held him and rocked him through the oncoming waves.

It was the wine, you thought. God it was the wine. It had to be the wine.

But your best friend was here in your arms, where he belonged, you liked to think. He was home.

You curled your hand over the back of his head, your cheeks damp. "'m sorry they forced you into that relationship," you rasped. The bitterness was sweeping back in a different color. "I wish I knew."

He sniffled. "They threatened to do something to your parents' company. I couldn't—I couldn't let you and them get involved."

The confession stabbed through you. You had no idea what his parents had told him, and made him do, for the sake of business. You had no idea how unhappy he was, and god—you wished you'd known. Maybe things wouldn't have come to such hurt.

Hyunjae pulled himself away from you and wiped his eyes. "I think after all that shit, I'm a little fucked up."

The both of you shared a watery laugh, the space that had originally been left between you, nonexistent.

You cupped the sides of his face. "You made it though, and you've been so strong, Jae."

His bottom lip trembled. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Yeah, I forgive you." How could you not? And it was the wine—you swore it was the wine—that had you leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his hairline. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into you, his hand reaching up to cover your hand with his own.

"I like you a whole lot better than her," he murmured.

"I'd hope so," you mused, patting his cheek. "You deserve to have someone so much better than her."

He gulped, eyes searching your face. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Your heartbeat stuttered when he leaned forward slightly. You could smell the wine on his breath as it fanned over your skin. It felt as if the world slowed in that moment—the lights were dimmer, his eyelids low, lips shiny and plush.

And then he blinked, energy and alarm and… something else in his expression. He pulled out of your hold and his ears turned bright red. "I should go."

Your lips parted. "Wait—"

He practically leapt off the couch and banged his knee against the wall as he hobbled into his shoes. "Damn—I—" he opened the front door, pausing over the threshold. You didn't know why he was leaving; you wanted him to stay. Why, why, why was he leaving? "I, uhm, I've overstayed my welcome."

The door rattled as he closed it behind him, as if to tell you to not follow him out. You were left on the couch alone again, two empty glasses of wine, feeling stripped.

What the hell was that?

"And he just… left?"

You nodded, sweeping the apron around your waist over the hook in the back room of the pizzeria. It was late when yours and Dae's shift ended, as per usual. The shop was pretty much closed, leaving the two of you and two of the cooks who usually closed up the establishment when you both left.

For the entirety of your shift, you had been turning over yesterday's events over and over again. "I don't know what I did wrong, y'know? Maybe I crossed a boundary or something? I dunno."

Worry gnawed at your stomach as you recalled what happened to Dae. You both stepped out of the back of the building to head to your respective cars. It was dark out, as it usually was, with a few street lights along the road that you and Dae stuck to while walking.

As you approached your car, you noticed Hyunjae standing beside it with his hands tucked in his pockets and his head turned toward you. Rather than the sourness you'd felt for him at the beginning of the week, the feeling twisting in your chest was sweeter, but bitter still.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Dae said to you softly with a gentle nudge of your arm. She walked ahead of you and passed by your car to get to hers, leaving you to confront the man plaguing your every thought for the past week.

You swallowed as you made your way over to the driver's side door where he was standing. "Hey."

Hyunjae gave a slight bob of his head. "Hey."

"Did I do something wrong yesterday?" You asked him, earnestly, searching his face for any hint as to why he had left so abruptly.

"No, it wasn't your fault—it definitely wasn't your fault," he told you. He sucked in a breath, carding a hand through his hair. "I had an epiphany of sorts."

"An epiphany?" You furrowed your brows.

His cheeks had flushed slightly, and he couldn't exactly meet your eyes. "I thought it was just the alcohol clouding my judgment, and in combination with all the emotions, and I just—" he shook his head. "It's probably not important, but…"

You bumped your elbow with his. "Jae, you're here. It probably is important."

A small smile curled up onto his face. "Y'know," he began, finally lifting his head to look you in the eyes, "she would have agreed with me and brushed me off."

You knew who the "she" he was talking about was. You frowned. "She was never good enough for you, Hyunjae."

"I know." He sighed. "I just wanna be enough for you though now."

Surprise lit across your face, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach start to take flight. You couldn't think coherently with his words, and you were probably reading into it too much. The two of you had been away so long that you probably forgot how to read him; there was no doubt that something changed over the past three years, right?

When you failed to find a reply, he shifted slightly, his body facing straight toward you. "I've had a lot of time to think, and the whole time I was with her, I just kept comparing her to you." He stepped closer to you and his hand reached out to tentatively take your fingers with his. "She never measured up; maybe that made me even more bitter for ruining our friendship."

You met his eyes. There was that glimmer of the rich brown like what you'd seen last night. (Your Hyunjae was present and accounted for.) "What… what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I," he said, fully taking your hands with his, "would like to start over on a slightly different note. But if you don't feel the same, we can start wherever you're comfortable with."

It would be different, you realized. But it would be a good different, right?

You found your voice, curled your fingers around his in the space between you. "Okay."

His smile slowly widened, his eyes squinting into upturned crescent moons. "Okay?"

You nodded, returning the expression. "Let's start over on that different note."

The pizzeria was as alive as usual. It was warm, smelled like tomatoes and cheese and bread, and it was still your home away from home. You had just finished your break and were tying your apron back on when Dae bumped her hip against yours as she passed by with a tray of dirty dishes.

"Your banshees just got in," she said, before disappearing through the kitchen doors.

Your gaze went to the door where you found your five friends, and the additional three, who were filing in altogether. You made eye contact with one person in particular, his smile softening into something fond at the corners of his mouth. He lifted a hand in greeting, grabbing everyone else's attention as they said their hellos to you.

The eight of them made their way over to the round table in the back corner, piling into the chairs around it.

"Waitress! Waitress!" The hyena-like sound set off an alarm in your head and you came over to the table to give Changmin a stink eye. He grinned innocently. "Oh yay, it worked."

You gave him an unimpressed look. "You sound like a chihuahua."

"Joke's on you, I think chihuahuas are cute," he huffed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

You braced your hand on the back of Hyunjae's chair, the other one gently patting the top of his head. He acknowledged your greeting, his hand reaching up to cover yours on the chair back. "What's to drink, y'all?"

A chorus of beverages rang out, and you mentally counted the few repeats and the singles. You promised to be right back, and left to go grab them. As you went, you could hear your boys start up a lively debate about the multipurpose properties of the lemon. You wondered if that was what they had been bickering about on the car ride over here, and you heard Eric say something about lemons for cleaning; Juyeon just said lemonade; and Changmin said for inflicting "more pain." (No, you didn't want to know.)

When you returned to their table to pass out your drinks, you went around, leaving Hyunjae for last. You set his cup of coke in front of him and he passed you a smile.

"You're not gonna dump that on me, are you?" You asked, eyes narrowing playfully.

He grinned. "As long as you don't dump me, we're good."

Sunwoo made a face from across the table. "Yuck, get a room!"

Chanhee smacked him upside the head. "At least they have someone to be yucky with."

"This feels familiar somehow," Kevin pondered aloud. "Like déjà vu."

Jacob shrugged. "Maybe in another universe. I dunno, it seems like something we would have said to Sunwoo at some point."

"Hey!—"

You were halfway through a laugh when Hyunjae caught your attention, twisted around in his chair to smile up at you. "What's up?" You asked him.

His eyes, you could never get sick of his eyes. They glistened in the lighting here. "Nothing," he said swiftly, "I'm just… happy to be here." With you.

You understood, and you caught his hand on the back of the chair and gave him a little squeeze. "I'm happy you're here, too." It seemed that some things were just meant to come full circle.

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Infidelity (1) - Wonho X Reader

Wonho (Lee Hoseok) X (fem) Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: mentions of religion, cheating, drinking, unprotected sex, public sex

*cross-posted on ao3, this is a revised version of the original story

Summary: You've been having trouble navigating a rocky relationship with your boyfriend and his religious family, but one night with Hoseok at the club helps you relieve your tension.

Bored is an understatement, you decide, as you sit at a table in the back of the dimly lit club sipping water. You’re the designated driver for your friends tonight, but if you’re honest you wish you were drunk and dancing with a hot stranger. It would be a good way to forget about the argument you had from hours before.

Jacob is a decent boyfriend, but he sure knows how to make you feel like shit. He is fine as hell, olive skin, perfect white teeth, and a curly mop of perfect black curls on top of his head. But the two of you have one major conflict: Jacob is from a perfect, picket fence Christian home and you are definitely not what one would call a ‘woman of God’. His parents hate you, his siblings judge you, but the sex can be heavenly.

Thinking about it only escalates your anger. Who is he, to sit on a throne and look down on you? He drinks, he has sex, he curses! But he had the gall to condemn you for going out tonight, a Saturday night, before he drags you to a service at his church tomorrow.

Releasing a sigh you look up and do a scan of your friends on the dance floor. Everyone seems to be having a good time and no one seems to be in need of a rescue. As a designated driver, it’s always important to make sure none of your drunk friends are trapped in uncomfortable and possibly dangerous situations. To forget about how much you wish you were dancing and drinking, you open Instagram on your phone only to regret it. Smiling brightly at you, the first post is from Beth, a girl in Jacob’s bible study group. The two of them are grinning, touching cheek to cheek, and holding up what you cold only assume to be plastic cups of Hawaiian Punch. The two of you had talked many times about the big crush Beth has on your boyfriend, but he refuses to listen.

It was when you put your phone down on the table with a huff you notice the pair of piercing dark eyes staring holes in you. The eyes belong to a man who must’ve been sculpted by a Greek god. You want to look away, but his stare pulls you into a trance that was impossible to escape. He’s wearing a black and red button up, buttoned low enough to expose his chest, his blonde hair is in opposition to the dark look in his eyes. They’re not intimidating but inviting. Your heart skips a beat when you see him take one step in your direction, butyour view is abruptly occupied by one of your friends.

“Hey”, she slurred, “which drink is mine?” She giggles while twirling a strand of her purple hair on her finger.

You hand it to her carefully, though your words are frantic. “How do I look, Sophia?”

Her laugh escapes her perfect, pink lips again, “Hot as shit! I’d hit!” She haphazardly places her drink on the table after a quick sip. As she turns to head back to the dance floor you call out to her to be careful. You close your eyes and release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. ‘That looks fun…’

When you open your eyes to your surprise the handsome stranger is standing at your table. You hide your surprise the best you can, but he must have seen your blush peek through because he smirks. Extending a hand to you he introduces himself, “I’m Hoseok.”

Taking his hand you smile, “Y/N.”

“May I sit?” You scoot over in response to make room for him in the cramped booth. When he sits you realize how muscular this stranger is, and his large thigh touching yours makes you a little nervous. He gives you an up-down with his eyes, but you keep your composure. “Why aren’t you dancing, Y/N?”

His eyes finally meet yours and you feel butterflies erupting in your stomach. It definitely isn’t good to be this attracted to someone who hasn’t even spoke more than ten words to you yet. “I’m driving tonight, and I guess I just don’t feel like dancing.”

He softly caresses one of your hands resting on your lap, “Just because you’re not drinking? You don’t need to drink to have fun.”

“I know!” You protest, but you don’t flee from his touch. He is incredibly sexy, charming, and already touching you. Trouble.

“So, will you dance with me?” Hoseok sets off every warning in your head. All signs pointed to mistakes, but you nod.

He leads you to the dance floor and his hands find their place on your hips. He slips behind you, and you grind on him to the beat of the music. Feeling his hot breath on your neck only encourages you to keep going. You reach back and run your hands across his shoulders as he grinds right back onto your ass. The music pulses in your ears along with the beat of your heart, ever so slowly increasing. He suddenly turns you around but continues to dance. “Would you want to take this somewhere else?”

You stand on the tips of your toes to assure he can hear you. Lips softly caressing his ear you say, “I have to stay. I’m the designated driver, remember?”

He grabs your hands and puts them on his shoulders. After giving your neck a few gentle kisses he murmurs into your ear, “We don’t have to leave the club.”

“Aren’t you moving pretty fast? We haven’t even danced for that long.”

His next words pierced right through your resolve. “I’m just a man who knows what I want.”

The butterflies from before are now eagerly trying to escape your stomach and a tingle between your legs has lit a fire. You whisper back loud enough for only him to hear, “Show me what you have in mind.”

He leads you to the bathroom and although your brain is fighting it with all it’s might, your heart wins out and you follow his lead. Well, maybe not your heart, but something akin to desire inside of you. As soon as the door is closed and locked you are pushed back against the door. His lips hungrily attach to your exposed neck and shoulders, and his hands push off the thin straps of your satin, periwinkle dress. You grab his shoulders to steady yourself before snaking one hand down to rub his bulge. He groans in response, and you feel him smile against the dainty gold chain of your necklace.

His breathing is just as unsteady as yours as he pulls back and examines your neck. He smirks, “A cross?”

His hands are tugging on the hem of your dress and in a moment of stupidity and blatant honesty you blurt out, “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

His eyes catch yours for only a moment before he huffs, “Some boyfriend you have, he must be terrible.” One hand gingerly leaves the hem of your dress only to caress between your legs. You gasp and hold his large biceps with both hands. “You’re so wet and needy for me already. Some shit boyfriend.” He whispers the last part, and roughly bites your shoulder. You couldn’t hold yourself back any longer from grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his. The last thing you want to do is think about Jacob. You only want to get lost in Hoseok’s embrace.

His hand on your pussy gently moves, and he begins to rub your clit through your panties with his index and middle fingers. You wildly run your hands through his hair as the pace of the kiss picks up. His free hand roams over your breasts and you gasp as he pinches one of your nipples through your dress and bralette. He breaks the kiss to your dismay.

“Looks like you wanted to find someone tonight. Is he here?”

You kiss his jaw and murmur, “No. Please, I need you right now.”

He removes the hand from your panties and gently touches your cheek with his palm, but the look in his eyes is scarily dark. It sends a new wave of desire down to where you wanted him most. “I’ll fuck you until you forget him.”

His left hand abandons your breasts and slithers down to pull up the bottom of your dress. Your hands work on undoing his belt and pants, but the two of you refuse to break this kiss. It’s an ill-fought battle for dominance, and Hoseok has been winning from the start. His tongue slides over yours and you can’t help but let out a moan.

“Pretty”, he says against your lips as he lines himself up with your entrance. “What pretty sounds.” He rubs the head of his dick against your clit in hopes of ellicting a reaction.

It works, of course, and you moan loudly before remembering where you were. Your cheeks flared red with embarrassment.

“Hos- Hoseok..”

He bites your lip before releasing it. “What?”

You hook one leg around his waist, effectively pulling him even closer. “I need you in me, please”, you breathe out.

He chuckles slightly sadistically before softly grasping your chin in one hand. His other hand was still rubbing himself onto you. It was maddening. “But what about your boyfriend, Y/N?”

You groan, which makes him snicker lowly. “Please fuck me, Hoseok.” You hate begging, but he has a point. He is a stranger caught up in your infidelity.

“Jump.” You do as you’re told and wrap your legs around him. He places you against the door, and the anticipation of finally getting what you’ve been lusting over makes your mouth water. In a moment of out of place sweetness, he whispers against the cusp of your ear, “Let me know if it’s too much, please.”

Without any more warning than that, he slowly pushes into you. You bite your lip hard as he finally bottoms out. It hurts in the most pleasurable way. He was much bigger than Jacob. You don’t get much time to adjust as he pulls back and slides back in. Again and again, until he’s picking up the pace. The pleasure begins to make you teary-eyed. “More.”

A wicked laugh escapes his lips as he place a hands on the door while keeping the other hand roughly holding your ass. His lips catch yours in a heated kiss as his hips begin to snap rapidly. You grip him even tighter with your hands and legs, holding on for your life, and unknowingly also grip his dick inside of you. He releases a low growl against your lips and you’re suddenly aware of the door rattling behind you. The idea of getting caught turned you on even more. His kisses move to your neck and ear again, and you can’t help but throw your head back in pleasure. Between his sucking on your skin and his dick bringing you closer to the edge, you know you won’t last much longer, but you don’t want him to stop. Every ounce of your willpower is holding onto your orgasm and refusing to let go. Thrust after delicious thrust is eating away at you, and the pleasure so intense your head feels fuzzy.

“Let it go, baby. Cum on me, Y/N.”

You can’t hold on any longer after that, and you release around his cock. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over your entire body making you arch your back and curl your toes. He keeps pumping into you until it the feeling is unbearable.

He quickly pulls out and unwraps you from his body. “On your knees.” The demand makes your weak knees shake more, but you comply. He pumps himself with his hand for only a few seconds before he cums all over your chest. The sight of him, jerking movements and grunts looking down on you, gets you impossibly more hot and bothered. Your breath catches in your throat as he comes off his high and locks his eyes with yours.

The eye contact only lasts a few moments before he moves to get a paper towel and wet it. Your high was wearing off, and the emptiness made you feel frozen in your place on your knees on the dirty bathroom floor. He hands the paper towel to you so you can clean yourself up, then does the same for himself. He won’t make eye contact with you as he gets dressed, and you feel awkward in this small space with him. You stand up but neither of you say anything, until he finally breaks the silence.

You’re wiping at the little bit of cum on the neckline of your dress when he speaks. HE’s holding his phone out to you. “Your number.”

Your hands are shaking slightly as you put your name and number in. When you give it back to him, he smiles at you and leaves you alone in the bathroom with a small smirk and a “see you soon, Y/N”.

He’s out of the bathroom and you attempt to straighten yourself up. Makeup is smudged and hair is everywhere, but you can’t make yourself care. The rush of your encounter with Hoseok sticks a smile to your face and drives a rush through your heart.

When you finally make it out of the bathroom your friends inform you how late it is and how they want to go home. You look around for Hoseok, but you don’t see him. It doesn’t matter, you think, because you’re sure you’ll hear from him soon enough.

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“Aren’t you hot, sweetie?” Jacob eyes you up and down, taking in your beige, long sleeve turtleneck dress. “It’s like 75 outside.”

“I feel fine.” You smile at him as you stand for opening prayer.

You hear his mother murmur under her breath, “At least she’s covered up for once…”

You can’t help but smirk, thinking of all the marks Hoseok left behind. ‘If only you knew…’

I hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks for reading!

#wonho x reader #lee hoseok x reader #wonho smut #wonho scenarios #lee hoseok smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut #revised and revisited #soobuneary

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trip-the-cal-fantastic · 4 months ago

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Jake Kiszka x F!OC (Mariah Carella)

Genre(?): Fluff

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, use of pet-names (Baby, honey, Cara mio, sweetheart, and she calls him Jay), mention of pain meds

Word Count ~ 2.6k

“Jake?” Mariah pushed the front door closed, kicking her shoes off and hanging her keys on the hook on the wall. “Baby? I’m home!” She dropped her bag onto the dining room table, along with her phone and sunglasses, then walked deeper into the dimly lit house, looking for any sign of her boyfriend. “Jay…” She peeked down the hall. The bedroom door was open and the light was off, but the door to Jake’s home studio was closed, a soft yellow light pooling at the bottom. Mariah lightly knocked on the door, gaining nothing in response. “Jake, honey.”

Jake was hunched over his acoustic guitar, his fingers moving fluidly over the fretboard. He was too lost in his work to notice the sound of Mariah’s voice. He was working on something new, per Josh’s request. With every wrong note, which only happened rarely, he would silently curse to himself, then start the song over.

Mariah knocked again, hearing him stop playing, swear under his breath, then start again. She knocked once more, harder this time. “Jacob.” Her voice was stern as she tried the door handle, which happened to be unlocked. She pushed the door open, finding Jake at his desk with a paper and pen in front of him, and his guitar across his lap.

She took a second to admire him and how hard he was working. He had only been home for a couple of days before Josh had him writing and making new music. Mariah stepped closer to him, lightly placing her hand on his shoulder and running her fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck, cupping his jaw. “Cara mio.” The Italian term of endearment easily rolled off of Mariah’s tongue, causing Jake to suck in a sharp breath through his nose and blink a few times before looking up to her.

“Sweetheart…” Jake reached out, gently grasping her hip, his thumb caressing the exposed skin of her stomach between her leggings and her cropped John Lee Hooker t-shirt. “I didn’t hear you come in.” His eyes raked over her figure, taking in everything. Her jet black hair that was tied into a slicked-back bun at the base of her neck, the contrast between her white shirt and her olive skin, her soft-brown eyes that could only be described as sunlight through a glass of whiskey, the small freckle at the left corner of her lips, the small slit in her right eyebrow from the scar of a childhood injury. Jake lightly shook his head, a lazy smile pulling the corner of his lips up. “God, you are beautiful.”

Mariah bent at the waist, leaning down to capture Jake’s lips with hers. Jake hummed into the kiss, his hand that rested on her hip slowly trailed up her side, stopping at about the middle of her ribcage, then running back down to her hip. Mariah pulled away with a soft smile. “Whatcha working on, Jay?”

Jake angled the paper on the desk so she could see it. There were words, lyrics, if Mariah had to guess, that had been scribbled in Josh’s handwriting and guitar tabs that Jake had scrawled in a hurry. “Some idea Josh had at the studio this morning. He wants it in the key of G minor.”

Mariah looked over the paper and cocked her head. She grabbed Jake’s pen and scratched out a section of the tabs, changing the part, then setting the pen back down. “Try that.”

Jake glanced over the revised tabs and then played through it on his guitar. He let out a playful scoff and looked up to Mariah with a goofy grin. “You’re amazing.”

“Oh, cara mio,” Mariah leaned down once again and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know.” She ran her hand through his hair before stepping out of the studio. “I’m gonna make dinner. What sounds good?”

Jake thought for a moment, his eyes widening in guilty realization. “Oh, shit. The guys are coming over tonight. Damn it. I’m so sorry. I forgot to ask you if that was okay.”

Mariah leaned against the doorframe. “It’s okay, Jake. They are more than welcome to dinner anytime. I went grocery shopping yesterday, so we have a bunch of stuff I can make.” She mentally went over all the food items she bought yesterday, trying to come up with ideas. “I can do chicken cutlets, spaghetti, any type of pasta really. Or, we can order take-out. Whatever you boys want. Why don’t you ask them what they want to do, and I'll clean off the table so we have a place to eat, okay?”

Jake let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while he processed what Mariah had said. “Okay. I’ll ask them. Thank you, sweetheart. You’re the best.” He gave her a playful wink. “I gotta record this and send it to Josh. I’ll be out to help in just a minute.”

“Take your time, baby.” Mariah pushed herself off of the doorframe, closing the door behind her as she padded back down the hallway into the dining room. She cleared her purse and sunglasses off of the table, taking them to the bedroom and putting them where they belong. Occasionally, Mariah would stop outside the studio door to listen to what Jake was doing. He recorded 4 takes before he decided that it sounded good enough. Mariah was wiping down the dining room table when Jake finally emerged from the studio.

He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then rested his chin there. “Sam said he’s good with whatever, Danny doesn’t want you to worry about cooking a bunch of food, and Josh said he’s been wanting Thai food all week. Sounds like take-out for dinner.”

Mariah let out a light-hearted sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. I really didn’t want to cook tonight. Tell them we’ll call in the order if one of them picks it up on the way here. Preferably Sam because he lives on the same side of town as the restaurant.”

Jake nodded as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and relayed the message. “What can I do to help you?”

Mariah shook her head and turned to face Jake. “You haven’t had a chance to truly relax since you’ve been home. You go sit on the couch and look handsome until your brothers get here. I’ve got everything covered.” She placed a chaste kiss to his lips and shooed him into the living room. She grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisting the cap off and setting it on the end table next to the sofa. “And, don’t you dare get up until the food gets here.”

Jake lightly shook his head as he sighed. “You are too good to me, woman. I love you, baby. So damn much.”

“I love you, cara mio.” Mariah quietly giggled to herself as she made her way back to the kitchen, peeking back into the living room, seeing Jake prop his feet up on the coffee table and tilt his head up to rest it on the back of the couch. She called the Thai restaurant and placed the order, having everyone’s dishes of choice memorized by heart. She had just finished cleaning up the kitchen when the first knock came from the front door.

Jake attempted to stand from the couch to answer the door, but Mariah hurried to the front door before his feet even hit the ground. “Jacob Thomas. What did I say? Sit back down until Sam gets here with the food. I’m willing to bet money that this is Danny.” She pulled the door open, revealing a goofy-grinning Danny Wagner. “Come on in, Dan.” Mariah stepped aside, letting Danny cross the threshold of the house.

Danny pulled Mariah into a side hug, pressing a friendly kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you for having us, especially on such short notice. Forgetful Franny over there…” Danny gestured to Jake with a small chuckle. “...told us he failed to mention we were coming over.”

Mariah stifled her laughter as she glanced at Jake. “It’s really no problem, Danny. I love having you guys over. Make yourself comfortable. Sam should be here with the food soon. Only the Lord knows when Josh will be here.” Danny chuckled again as he moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch. Mariah walked back to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and calling out to Danny. “What do you want to drink, Wagner?”

Danny jokingly tapped his chin as he thought. “Just a beer is fine. Thank you, Mo.” He was the only person to ever call Mariah by that nickname, and it was one of her favorites. She twisted the cap off of Danny’s beer and handed it to him just as another knock came from the front door. Mariah shot Jake a glare, reminding him to stay put as she crossed the living room into the entryway.

She opened the door to Sam and Josh, both holding plenty of take-out boxes and smiling wide. Sam held his boxes up high. “Dinner is served!” Mariah laughed as she led them to the dining room, helping them plate the food and figure out a seating arrangement.

Jake and Danny trailed in from the living room, taking their seats at the table and saying a quick thank you to Mariah and Sam for ordering and retrieving the food. Mariah moved to sit next to Jake, running her hand along the back of his shoulders as she did. He turned his head to look at her, giving her a loving smile.

3 hours later, everyone had eaten and Danny, Sam, and Josh said their final goodbyes and thank yous as they filed out of the door one by one. Jake and Mariah sat down heavily on the couch as they heard Josh pull the door shut. She rested her head on Jake’s shoulder, letting out a content sigh. He gently placed his hand on her thigh, lightly squeezing a couple of times before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Mariah nodded against his shoulder. “More than okay, cara mio. Everything feels like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be in the universe.” She placed her hand over his. “Do you wanna go lay down, Jay? I know it’s only 9:30, but you’re exhausted. And don’t try to tell me you’re not. I know you. I can see it in your eyes.”

Jake simply nodded and let out a breathy laugh. “Oh my God, I thought you’d never ask. Going to bed sounds incredible, baby.” He stood and carefully pulled Mariah up with him.

She could see that he had a certain look in his eye, even as he stared at the floor, like he had a question, but was unsure of how to ask. “Jay…” He hummed and looked up to her. She gently ran her hand up and down his arm. “What’s on your mind, honey?”

“You’ve already done so much today, so I feel bad for asking this of you.” Jake brought a hand up to sheepishly rub at the back of his neck.

Mariah had been observing all of his tells the entire night. She stepped closer to him, draping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Yes, baby. I will rub your back. And, yes. I will use the lavender oil.”

Jake let his head fall to her shoulder. “How did you know, sweetheart? I thought I barely flinched.” He laced his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

Mariah ran her hand through Jake’s hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Mmm… saw the flinch. And, heard the slight grunt when you put your feet up on the coffee table, too.” She ran her hands down Jake’s arm, sliding her hands into his. “Go put some shorts on, turn the light off, light a candle, take your shirt off, and lay on your stomach on the bed. I’ll be in there in just a second, okay?” She felt Jake nod against her, then he straightened up.

Mariah grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, then followed him down the hall, heading to the bathroom as he disappeared into the bedroom. She grabbed the lavender essential oil from the cabinet, along with two pills of Tylenol. She took her hair out of its bun and quickly toyed with it before making her way to the bedroom. She found Jake exactly how she had told him to be; shirtless, face buried in a pillow that his arms were folded under, with a Tahitian Vanilla and Sandalwood candle burning on his nightstand.

Mariah set the two pills and the bottle of water next to the candle, then climbed onto the bed, lightly sitting herself on the backs of Jake’s thighs. He let out a half grunt, half breath and shifted slightly at the sudden feeling of her against him. She gently ran her hand over his back, carefully scratching her nails along his skin. “Sorry, baby. I can move if I need to.”

Jake shook his head. “No, no. It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it, that’s all.” He let out a hum of appreciation as Mariah leaned down, brushing his hair out of the way and pressing a kiss just below his ear then to his jawline.

She swept his hair off of his back, draping it over his shoulder. “Arms by your side, honey.” Mariah poured the lavender oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up as he moved his arms. She started at the top of his back, pressing her fingertips into his shoulder blades, feeling the tension of the knots. She could feel how tense he was, his shoulders practically touching his ears. “Relax, Jay.” Working her hands down the plane of his back, she spread the oil over his skin, applying ample pressure where he needed it. Mariah felt the tightness of Jake’s back slowly start to ease as he let out a deep breath.

Jake let his eyes flutter shut as Mariah’s fingers danced over his skin. She ran her thumbs along either side of his lower spine, then over the expanse of his lower back, just above the waistband of his shorts. After a few more minutes, she leaned down again, pressing her lips to his cheek. “All done, honey. There’s Tylenol on the nightstand.” When Jake didn’t answer, his eyes closed and breaths even, Mariah carefully climbed off of the backs of his legs and stood next to the bed, trying her best to work the comforter out from under him without waking him. She pulled the blanket over him, brushing her fingers through his hair. “Goodnight, Jacob.” She pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I love you, cara mio.” Mariah blew out the candle and quietly moved to the chest of drawers, pulling out a pair of shorts and one of Jake’s old t-shirts. She quickly changed and slid into bed next to him.

Jake mumbled something in his sleep, draping his arm over her waist and scooting closer to her. Mariah smiled to herself, turning onto her side and curling into Jake’s body. She took in the scent of the lavender and another scent that she could only describe as him as her eyes slowly closed on their own.

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blokettte · 6 months ago

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took me 8 months (on and off) and accidently deleting my entire sims 3 folder but i finally finished my lepacy challenge that I started last November. So let me introduce you to this family:

Generation One: Base Game - Annika Gonzalez (née Rae)

Traits: Schmoozer, Ambitious, Bookworm, Flirty, Handy

Lifetime Wish: Renaissance Sim

Occupation: Journalism

Partner: Darren Gonzalez (Husband)

Children: Clemencia Gonzalez, Arturo Gonzalez, Valentina Gonzalez

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Generation Two: World Adventures - Clemencia Gonzalez

Traits: Hopeless Romantic, Lucky, Genuis, Adventurous, Natural Cook

Lifetime Wish: Private Museum

Occupation: Culinary

Partner: Gustave Delvin (fling/one-night stand), Theodore Bachelor (Husband)

Children: Antoine Gonzalez, Riley Bachelor

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Generation Three: Ambitions - Antoine Gonzalez

Traits: Eccentric, Ambitious, Genius, Neurotic, Perfectionist

Lifetime Wish: Paranormal Profiteer

Occupation: Ghost Hunter

Partner: Kate Lee (Wife)

Children: Priscilla Gonzalez, Enzo Gonzalez, Keelly Gonzalez (Time Machine Child), Dorothy Gonzalez (Time Machine Child), Zero Gonzalez (Simbot)

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Generation Four: Late Night - Priscilla Gonzalez

Traits: Schmoozer, Mean Spirited, Dramatic, Good Sense of Humor, Star Quality

Lifetime Wish: Superstar Actor

Occupation: Film (Acting Branch)

Partner: Matthew Hamming (ex-Fiancé), Vladimir Schlick (boyfriend)

Children: Otto Gonzalez-Hamming, Lilith Gonzalez-Schlick

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Generation Five: Generations - Otto Gonzalez-Hamming

Traits: Athletic, Good, Nurturing, Adventurous, Dramatic

Lifetime Wish: Surrounded by Family

Occupation: Firefighter, Teaching

Partner: Jodie Duke (Wife)

Children: Silena Gonzalez, Marigold Gonzalez, Eli Gonzalez, Guiliana Gonzalez, Grayson Gonzalez

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Generation Six: Pets - Selina Gonzalez-Duke

Traits: Animal Lover, Lucky, Good, Loves the Outdoors, Family-Oriented

Lifetime Wish: The Jockey

Occupation: Horse-riding

Partner: Joshy Gonzalez(Husband/Imaginary Friend)

Children: Angelina Gonzalez

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Generation Seven: Showtime - Angelina Gonzalez-Duke

Traits: Diva, Natural Born Performer, Snob, Dramatic, Schmoozer

Lifetime Wish: Vocal Legend

Occupation: Singer

Partner: Callum Ford (ex-boyfriend)

Children: Odette Gonzalez-Ford

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Generation Eight: Supernatural - Odette Gonzalez-Ford

Traits: Proper, Ambitious, Brooding, Supernatural Fan, Rebellious

Lifetime Wish: Master of Mysticism

Occupation: Fortune Teller (Mystic Branch)

Partner: Dante Goldsmith (boyfriend - deceased)

Children: Sage Gonzalez-Goldsmith, Belladonna Gonzalez-Goldsmith

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Generation Nine: Seasons - Sage Gonzalez-Goldsmith

Traits: Ambitious, Friendly, Frugal, Loves the Heat, Kleptomaniac

Lifetime Wish: Home Design Hotshot

Occupation: Interior Design

Partner: Lily Carter(Wife)

Children: Aelia Gonzalez, Artemisia Gonzalez, Ionee Gonzalez (Alien Abduction)

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Generation Ten: University Life - Aelia & Artemisia Gonzalez

Aelia

Traits: Schmoozer*, Charismatic, Artistic*, Irresistible, Social Butterfly, Great Kisser, Avant Guard

Lifetime Wish: Perfect Student

Degree: Communications

Occupation: Art Appraiser

Partner: Jacob Salaman (Husband)

Children: Venetia Gonzalez-Salaman

Artemisia

Traits: Green Thumb*, Ambitious, Computer Whiz, Eccentric*, Good Sense of Humor, Socially Awkward, Genuis

Lifetime Wish: Scientific Specialist

Degree: Science & Medicine

Occupation: Science

Partner: Star Shue (Wife)

Children: Leaf Gonzalez-Shue (Plant-Sim)

* extra traits from degree/social club

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Generation Eleven: Island Paradise - Venetia Gonzalez Salaman

Traits: Loves the Heat, Ambitious, Loves to Swim, Disciplined, Genius

Lifetime Wish: Seaside Savior

Occupation: Lifeguard

Partner: Kazuo Nakamura (Husband - deceased)

Children: Hiro Gonzalez-Nakamura

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Generation Twelve: Into the Future- Hiro Gonzalez-Nakamura

Traits: Eccentric, Mooch, Bot Fan, Family-Orientated, Genuis

Lifetime Wish: Made the Most of my Time

Occupation: Bot Building

Partner: Clark Bellamore (Husband)

Children: Astra Gonzalez-Nakamura-Bellamore (Genetically Engineered), Andromeda Gonzalez-Nakamura-Bellamore (Alien Abduction)

Plumb-Bots: HERA, ACHILLES, N4NN13

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i have like around 2000-ish screenshots of this lepacy, so if anyone would like to see each generation in more detail, I'll be happy to show

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starglaee · 11 days ago

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Kwon Jae-Sung's Life Story and Arc (my headcanons)

I can't help thinking that Kwon could have been such a better villain (and/or misunderstood fan favorite) had the writers actually decided to care about his development and taken the time to flesh out why he does such extreme things. This is especially what I appreciate about the interviews with Kwon's actor, Brandon H. Lee, where he gives his interpretation of the character's motivations and arc. So based on these interviews (primarily from Lone Lobos, shoutout Xolo and Jacob) and my own imagination, I've come up with some... I guess "headcanons" is the term for this.

Kwon Jae-Sung:

He's the youngest of seven brothers, all which have also gone through the same dojang

While this is impressive, they are all only a second generation family in Cobra Kai while others go back multiple generations

His father is rich but also abusive and holds all the power in the home

Kwon is used to covering up and taking care of his injuries after years of being beaten; he tells himself it only makes him stronger

His father was taught by Master Kim and requires each of his sons to follow in his footsteps

His mother is loving but quiet and powerless at home

He spent years trying to prove his worth to his family, only to be constantly ignored by all except his mother

His favorite brother is the third youngest, and they had a strong connection until he got married and moved away

Kwon felt invisible at home and with his family, which is why he began acting out; any attention is better than no attention

Even with his father, at least he was getting recognized enough to get beaten and yelled at

This also led to a lot of heartfelt conversations with his mom, though she usually did all the talking while he tried to keep his emotions inside

It took a long time before Kwon even understood that this regular abuse - verbal, physical, and emotional - is not normal for a parent to do and that it's not just an expected thing

His angry and competitive nature followed him to the dojang - and so did his father's legacy

He was taught more discipline, especially when he grew older and the last of his brothers moved on from martial arts and school to pursue higher education or work (but still lived at their parents' house until they married)

He's a natural-born athlete and fighter; he never really struggled with the physical aspects of lessons

He has a rage within him that only grew when he realized he was being abused and then more when he realized there's truly no way out of it until he can leave home

His potential at the dojang is recognized but he is not trusted as a leader (until Kreese) because of his unpredictable behavior

His grades in school are low because he barely applies himself and often causes trouble; he would probably be acing his classes if he did try

As the problem child and even class clown, he has people who like him, but he always ends up alone at the end of the day

He's convinced himself he's fine with being a loner at school, the dojo, and home

Yoon's family legacy at the dojang automatically puts him at the top of the class. Every year. The superiority complex and favoritism he has infuriates Kwon

Each punishment given by his senseis - such as cleaning Master Kim's toilet - just makes him wonder if the outside world also sees him as this bothersome kid who deserves harsh treatment rather than someone capable of being a star at karate or school or anything if he'd just be given the chance

When Kreese arrives, he's given that chance

So Kwon proves he's powerful in the only way he was ever taught: violence

He takes the captaincy from Yoon under Kreese's direction and proves he is the more skilled fighter

He's exactly the kind of student Kreese can prey on and mold to be a champion of the way of the fist

Kwon is ecstatic when presented the chance to fight in a world karate tournament

Even his brothers didn't get to do that

His father is reluctant to let him go because he still sees Kwon as immature - despite his new status as captain - and because there is a lack of control from afar

His mother, on the other hand, is so supportive. She actually stands up to her husband and advocates for Kwon's right to go

To their surprise, the father gives in - primarily for the extra status it will give them. His mother helps him pack for the trip

The goodbye is not a warm one, however. He goes to the airport on his own to meet his team

On the flight to Barcelona, he finds that Yoon and the others have a big respect for Kwon now as he has truly proved himself to be the best at demonstrating and executing "no mercy"

Yoon is actually thrilled that he no longer has this huge weight on his shoulders and is conveniently leaving the country when his parents were so, so, so mad

When they arrive in Barcelona, Kreese introduces (a secretly grieving) Tory on the mats. This is their first introduction to her

Kwon is irritated every time Tory closes herself off and disappears; he does not think she is worthy of being their captain

In the hotel, Kwon gets a kick out of the Americans - and the American mohawk. He's seen American tourists in South Korea making fun of their culture by simplifying it to just K-Pop. Now the Americans are making fun of themselves

Then Kwon realizes he can combine his power and love for shenanigans at this tournament

So he taunts Robby in his breakup with Tory and fabricates lies

He even gets his own room out of a challenge he created the first day

Meanwhile, each loss he gets in the tournament is a big blow to his ego

His father's words echo in his head as Kreese coaches him to be a merciless fighter and person

He'll never admit it but he becomes homesick - for his mother specifically - as he has never been away from them this long

He knows he must make his mother proud, too

He trains extra hard while also keeping things messy for his opponents, as shown through the scene at the bar

He only cares about Tory when she wins for them; he's really not invested in anyone but himself

He can't be with the way his dad calls him every day to remind him not to be a screw up... again

He also does not care about whatever love thing Sensei Kim has and whatever rivalry Sensei Kreese has

The fight with Robby - where he loses big time and causes them to go home - is a devastating turning point for Kwon

He did none of what he set out to do; they are leaving as an embarrassment to Cobra Kai and South Korea and to his family

So when Cobra Kai returns to the top 4 on a technicality, Kwon is ready for revenge more than anything

He attacks Robby in his fight with Axel, getting a kick out of making him suffer now, too

When the brawl begins, Kwon is free to let out all his pent-up rage on anyone who comes close to him

Rage from his dad's abuse, mother's forced silence, hurt ego, and life of trying to emerge from his father and brothers' shadows

He's actually winning and fighting quite well until Robby comes at him again

And then Axel

And then he's shoved into a camera

He's humiliated on live TV for the world to see

For his father to see

This blinding rage consumes him

He's no longer himself, he thinks

And if he is, it's only because he was made this way

So he goes to end the fight in the only way he knows how

But there's one misstep

And the knife goes through his chest as the world watches

As his senseis watch

As his enemies watch

As his father watches

As his mother watches

At least now he isn't ignored

#kwon cobra kai #kwon jae sung #cobra kai #cobra kai season 6 #cobra kai season 6 part 1 #cobra kai season 6 part 2 #brandon h lee #how dare they just use him as a plot device #cobra kai headcanons #also i do not claim to be an expert on South Korean culture #I used Google and educated guesses #rip kwon you deserved better

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