#not too noticeable yet but i definitely have a few grey hairs and i'm not even 22 yet

[magentagalaxies]

bought a wig for my halloween costume which is basically the exact same shade as my natural hair color (very dark brown - the top of my hair is still my natural color, i just have the ends dyed purple/blue/teal/etc.) and i've been dyeing my hair in some capacity for almost a full decade now so it's so bizarre being like "huh if i stopped dyeing my hair this is lowkey what i would look like" (it's cute, not planning on going back to 100% natural color any time soon but it's nice to know i can pull it off lmao)

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Nine

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word Count; 3,530

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rating; 18+ for swearing and some mature context

Notes; Final chapter for the weekend unless I'm feeling crazy and I post chapter ten on Saturday or Sunday- which could be possible. I will apologize up front because reader is annoyed with Kieran and Luke at first, but I want to make this as realistic as possible. I feel like any normal person would be a bit on edge and snappy during this whole ordeal- and also understandably scared of Sylus. I love him so much but he would come off as scary at first, even if we know he's a teddy bear. I also added some flower language, because I feel like Sylus and flowers go hand-in-hand (like Hades and Peresephone).

Another reminder, Sylus's emoji is ❤️

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“She won't be sleeping forever, right? She's been unconscious for a day now. Shouldn't we try waking her up?”

“Easy! Just open up a hole in the back of her head. Drill a hole in her neck and…”

Your eyes sluggishly open. Your hand still felt numb from the gun's recoil. You clench your hand into a fist a few times before looking over at the two men in the room who immediately hide the darts and drills behind their backs. You sit up, rubbing your temples, “You two-”

“You're seeing things. I'm the only one here. There is no “two”.” The man with the left horn piercing says and you raise a brow with a scoff, shaking your head as you take note of the room you're in.

The room was old and empty, dust lining mostly everything in sight. It was dark. A black-grey cotton blanket hangs off the bed frame. Once you're done looking at the room, you point to the right horn piercing man behind the first one. “Then who's that?”

You're clearly not amused and not in the mood to be gaslit.

“My soul can leave…my body…” and the right man sticks his hands through his chest, convulsing his body and you use all of your strength to not pull your hair out. “Are you stunned? Shocked? Boooring.” The right one says and you're really not finding where the joke begins and ends.

“Ahem…Hi Y/n. Before you left boss’ parlor..well, we already met. Four days ago to be exact.” Left piercing says and then right piercing continues, “We didn't just save you from that ungrateful traitor. We also brought you back to Onychinus’ base.”

“So…do you want a thank you?” You tilt your head to the side, feeling a headache coming on but you notice the wounds on your knees were well taken care of so you try your best not to take your anger out on them. Even if the twins were sent by Sylus to keep an eye on you.

While you were mentally prepared for this situation, finding yourself actually in it was a whole different ballpark. You were definitely in over your head.

You think back to what happened after you shot Sylus..

Your ears rung from the gunshot and the smell of smoke filled the air. You were finally able to have control over your actions and you immediately asked if he were crazy.

“You wanted to take my life and so you've taken it.” He held a hand on the muzzle of the gun, breathing a bit heavier now that he had blood on his face. He tossed the gun to the side, letting it clatter to the floor. “Now what? Have you already figured out how you'll pay me back?”

You were too busy in panic mode. “You can't die yet.” You pat your hand over his chest before placing both of your hands over the gunshot, worried on how you'd stop the bleeding but Sylus takes a hold of your wrists, “Why? Are you worried about me?” He chuckles, his red and black evol energy swirling under your palms. Then, he sits up. “Save that for the day you actually succeed in killing me.”

As you looked down at your shaky, bloody hand, you realized the blood faded away in a black smoke until your hand was clean.

“We know what you're thinking,” the left twin, named Luke, pulls you out of your thoughts. “But after being hunted down in the Nest, do you know how many people are out there looking for you?” “And even if you escape, you'll only get lost in the chaos of this no-man's land.” Kieran, the right twin, adds.

Did you really want to leave? It would be a good option but definitely not a smart one. Sure, you're a bit traumatized..thinking you killed a hot man and also that little voice in your head, but leaving? But if that's what they assumed then it's clear what you should be trying to do to follow the game as safely as you can.

“Wanderers will eat you up…and they also won't leave behind any crumbs so-” Luke keeps trying to say things to make you stay. “Stay here with our boss!” Kieran decides to join Luke as they say it together.

Did they…somehow think you and their boss had a thing for each other? How could they get such a wrong idea…though you wouldn't be opposed to it, you're still currently scared of him. Scared of the situation at hand.

“Throw away all morality and compassion, and this place will be a paradise!” Kieran and Luke are still talking. They sure yap a lot. “By the way, who's older? You two are basically identical twins,” you ask, trying to throw them off. “Take a guess.” Luke immediately bites the bait. “Could you come closer so I can get a better look?” You softly question, trying to seem as calm and innocent as possible.

Which seems to work, since Luke walks closer without even an ounce of suspicion. When he's within reach, you pull out a laser pointer and hold it against his neck so you can threaten him. “Hey- What're you doing!?”

“Hmm have you heard of the XT-7, the Hunters Association’s latest weapon?” You raise a brow, thumb hovering above the trigger of the laser pointer. “It's a high powered laser that can penetrate your skin and vaporize your blood. The good news is its quick and painless but…the bad news is that you'll be losing a lot of blood. Are either of you squeamish?” You shoot them an innocent smile.

The two of them fall silent before Kieran opens the door and moves aside. “Did we say you weren't allowed to leave?”

You blink a few times, pressing your lips into a thin line. Damn you and your overthinking. Gosh, that's embarrassing.

You clear your throat and step into the dimly lit hallway with both of the twins, trying to brush off your threats from earlier. “Okay, just go straight down the hall and you’ll see the exit.” Kieran says, pointing to a door as you let go of Luke, who rubs his neck and promptly rushes over to Kieran’s side to hide behind him.

Though his gaze was still on the laser pointer in your hand. It’s a shame to let it go since you had gotten it for Estelle or Leo but…”Do you want it?” You ask him with a raised brow before you toss it toward him, “Here.” Luke, who is clearly surprised, catches it, “Really? That’s very nice of you to just give away a hunter’s secret weapon.” “It’s…a laser pointer,” You cover your mouth with a hand as you laugh. “You…-” You hear the slight embarrassment in Luke’s voice.

You flash a playful smile at him, moving to step in front of them both with your hands behind your back. “Did I ever say it was the XT-7?” Your laugh slightly rings out in the empty hallway as you get further and further away from the twins, who began whispering between each other behind you.

“How far do you think she’ll get? Thirty meters?” Luke whispers to Kieran, who chuckles, “I bet not even ten steps.” “I’ll…say five then.” Luke retorts, always trying to one up his twin.

Their voices slowly fade into the background as you kept walking down the hallway. You lift your arm up to look at your hunter’s watch, a bit surprised that they left it on you but then you realize it has no signal. Great. A sigh escaping your lips. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. The corridor before you is completely dark save for a few lights littering the tops of doorways, feeling almost like an endless tunnel or some kind of catacombs. While you really didn’t expect them to be kind enough to show you the way out, leaving that room could already be considered progress. At least, the most progress you’ve made since being here.

There are several, small crystal vases on the shelf by the wall. The drooping flowers in them have already withered which is a shame since they would’ve been so pretty. You notice daffodils- also known as a narcissus flower, poppy flowers, honeysuckles, baby’s breath, and a singular red rose.

You knew a tiny bit of flower language, having noticed a sign on the wall in Jeremiah’s flower shop a few days ago and from how much you were into Greek mythology in your past life. Narcissus flowers were what distracted Persephone before she was taken by Hades, poppy flowers mean ‘I am not free’, honeysuckle means ‘devoted affection’, baby’s breath means 'everlasting love', and red roses mean ‘I love you’. You were unsure of how to interpret any of that, but the narcissus flowers stood out to you most. Sylus really did feel like Hades…so would that make you Persephone? He was the leader of the underground, the N109 Zone…

On the other side of the vases is a black bird, a crow. It’s perched on a marble pillar that’s half as tall as a human with its metal wings tucked in. Was it just a statue? You weren’t so sure since you did recall seeing a crow fly onto Sylus’ shoulder whenever you first met him. Its eyes appear to be made of rubies. They glow with a lustrous yet haunting hue in the darkness. Its eyes suddenly move, fixing its gaze on you without blinking. You jump a bit, placing a hand over your chest as you narrow your eyes. Was this thing really alive? You take a deep breath and reach toward it to make sure whenever it suddenly spreads its wings and flies toward you. Its razor sharp feathers narrowly miss the top of your head as it passes through the thin gap of an open door. To pass through the corridor, you’ll have to go through there so maybe it was trying to show you the way? You hesitate for a moment, deciding to follow the crow after a few seconds since you had nowhere else to go.

Melodious classical music seeps out from behind the door, making the corridor even more peaceful- though a bit creepy. A relaxed male voice rings out amidst the graceful song. It feels akin to hearing a monologue behind a curtain.

“...they plan to implant protocores into human hearts. Then they’ll insert the human consciousness into wanderers. Their little project has a name. The Fountain of Atei..” The unfamiliar voice says and you can hear Sylus’ bored voice from the room. “You should know I’m not interested in other people’s business..and Mephisto said you lied. You’re not even telling me everything. It’s a shame you threw away your last chance.”

Mephisto? Why does that sound familiar…Anyway, you assume that man is probably about to die soon.

“No! Please forgive me…You can still use me as a tool! I…” “Our deal is over. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to entertain a more important guest.” Your body tenses up and you internally curse. If you’ve learnt anything from watching movies, then you know he knew you were behind the door. You strain your ears to try and listen to more but the pleading voice is gone, almost as if it were never there in the first place. Nothing but silence remains.

Then, the music that was playing before transitions into a more gentle song played by string instruments. “Aren’t you going to come in?” You hear Sylus ask and you know he’s not talking to anyone else but you. The twins sent you in this direction for a reason.

You grumble under your breath before stepping into the room, pausing as you enter it. The room was beautiful from the clean, white tablecloth to the silverware sparkling under the light to even the ice bucket with bottles of red wine. The gory scene you envisioned wasn’t here. Inside this calm room, it was almost like the other man inside never even existed, vanishing without a trace. You suddenly felt…hungry? How could you feel hungry after hearing all of that? Sylus waltzes over to the table, picking up a decanter and stepping over to your side as he pours you a glass of wine. One of your hands grabs onto the chair in front of you, squeezing on it to try and level your head as it felt like a crushing weight was pressed down on top of it. The same suffocating feeling you felt earlier trying to resurface as one hand darts out to grab a knife from the table.

“This will be useful for defending yourself in the N109 Zone.” Sylus lets out a cold chuckle as he places a familiar gun on the table. “Are you trying to mock me or something?” You raise a brow at him, grip tightening on the knife in your hand. “I’m giving you a way out.” He states as if it's clear as day what he means, “Since you can’t escape, why don’t we make a deal?” You take a shallow breath, drinking the wine in your hand as if to steel your nerves for what comes next. “Onychinus’s modus operandi is buying and selling by force. Too bad, I’m not interested.” At least, you have to act not interested since it would be out of character for you to openly accept this without having some big reason. You drink some more wine, feeling the burning in your stomach as it was stronger than you thought but you couldn’t stop drinking. You felt too hungry, too thirsty. It’s as if you were trying to numb yourself with this sensation.

“As long as you have desires, there will always be deals to make,” Sylus says as he tucks his thumbs in his pockets. His crimson eyes full of malice as he flashes a hint of a smile. Your gaze down to his smile before noticing how his tall figure blocks out some of the light…his right eye starting to glow once more. He’s got to be using some kind of power and when he uses it, you’ll be in a daze and experience auditory hallucinations.

“So many days have come and gone. You should know your own desires by now,” Sylus says as he twirls a coin around in his hand, flipping it into the air. You press your lips together in a thin line. You had a few thoughts, sure. A few desires. Some you’d rather not admit aloud. Okay, more than a few actually but that’s beside the point. What does he even want to know? “Only I can give you what you want.” His voice drops to a whisper, dripping with an emotion you can’t describe. Your hand clenches into a fist as you clear your throat and turn your head away. You wouldn’t lie, that did sound hot, but you knew he wasn’t talking about where your mind went. “And you will agree to my terms.”

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment as you refuse to be controlled by this man. “What terms?” You ask, stepping closer to Sylus as you hold your head up high to look up at him. Your head tilting to the side. “You just want me to resonate with you, right? You know what,” You shake your head with a sharp laugh, “Sure, I’ll accept this deal. It’s not like I have much leverage in this situation anyways. I resonate with you and you give me the aether core from Onychinus’s auction-'' You grab onto his hand. His fingers are long and his palm is cold, even touching his hand faintly brings forth a sense of dread.

“Release me. You can’t do that just yet.” He sighs, shaking his head and you let out a huff, “Don’t move!” You look up at him with furrowed brows, being spurred on by your want to hurry up and leave. Trying to find a hint of emotion or anything on his face and for a moment, a complex and incomprehensible struggle appears in his gaze. What could be the reason for that? Where does the power in his right eye come from? Why does it feel so oddly familiar to you? Is it related to the aether core? Time passes ever so slowly, silence filling the room. “Why is it..” You murmur under your breath but you refuse to give up, gripping his hand tighter as you try to focus on resonating with the man. It was never this difficult to resonate with the others, so why wasn’t it working now? The invisible pressure swelling around you becomes stronger and the alcohol inside you was gradually subsiding as you slowly realized you made a very dangerous move.

You blink a few times and let out a small, awkward laugh. “Ah…” You straighten your posture and quietly try to let go of Sylus’ hand and yet for all his denying from earlier, he grips your hand more tightly, not allowing you to pull away from him. “Maybe…I’ve been too kind to you.” His voice deeply drawls as he keeps a firm grip on your hand. You couldn’t even try to pull away if you wanted to now. “You- let go!” Your cheeks are puffed up in a pout, not even noticing how comfortable you’re getting with him.

“Even if you keep holding on to me like this, I can’t resonate with you. It’s not something I can just do on a whim! I could do it so easily with…” You stop yourself from finishing your sentence and Sylus raises a brow, “Hmm…after all that arrogance, it seems like you can’t even control your own evol.” “...at the very least it doesn’t want to be activated in front of you,” You murmur under your breath as you pout, lowering your gaze away from him. Though once you look back up at him, you notice his gaze is on your interlocked hands. He stares at them blankly for a few minutes before he finally begins to let go. You rub your wrists and take a few steps back, your breathing and heartbeat gradually returning back to normal.

You both were at a standstill. Then, with a thoughtful expression, he leans back in his chair and looks at you. “Just as I thought. You’re too weak.” He rests his hand under his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face. Is everyone in the N109 Zone weird? Because you like to think you’ve gotten a considerable amount stronger, especially since you’ve been training for two months now. Sylus pinches the area between his brow, then raps his knuckles against the table. “Eat as much as you want.” He says those words like he’s giving out an order that won’t be questioned.

You look over all of the food on the table, suddenly being reminded of the Hades and Persephone myth. The specific part where if you eat the food of the Underworld then you’re trapped there. Your gaze lands on an oddly coincidental pomegranate on the table. “What? Are you..” The word ‘insane’ hovers on the tip of your tongue, but you force yourself to stop talking. You turn to look back at the long, seemingly endless table behind you. It is certainly filled with a wide variety of food but the lavishness of it is almost dizzying. Any other time it would probably be quite attractive for a man to be showing off his wealth like this but you’re unsure of how to feel since you don’t know just where all of this wealth came from.

“I’ll give you ten minutes. After you’re done, come find me outside the base’s entrance. You better hope our deal is successful. Otherwise, consider this your last meal.” You tense up as Sylus walks past you to leave the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and drop to the ground, your knees giving out. “Jesus christ…” You mutter, exasperated. This was not normal at all. You weren’t sure how you were going to be able to get used to any of this but you can’t ponder much on it as you feel a buzzing in your pocket. “What-” You reach in and pull your phone out. Why the hell did you still have your phone? You check your new messages and see one from a random number, getting flashbacks to the unknown number before you woke up in this world but turns out, it’s just Sylus.

❤️ :’Ten minutes. Dont forget.’

You roll your eyes, pulling out a chair to sit down as you tell him to make it twenty since you haven’t eaten in a day or two. You decide to push your worries about Hades and Persephone aside, changing his nickname in your phone to ‘Hades’ before you start eating. If you’re going to keep up this act of being fine, then you really need some food in your system.

If the dialogue feels a bit stiff, that's because it is. It's so hard to fit my own words into the story itself whenever there's so much dialogue. I can't have what I want the reader to say, because the storyline is too built up on what the original mc says and her reactions to the world around her...but I will criticize her every action as the reader's thoughts, because some things that she does are rather dumb. Or they don't make sense for the narrative.

Chapter ten is another one of my favourites and includes more flower language so I hope you're excited for it 🩷 I think flower language is so pretty and really fits 'Love and Deepspace'. Because just a single flower can tell a big story. Like the flowers I chose, in-game there wasn't any flowers at all. In the vase, they were wilted so instead, I just looked up flower language and chose a few to tell a narrative! These are the small changes I wanted to do with the original story so I hope they don't catch y'all too off guard.

Taglist; @orphicmeliora , @yoongi-tunes

[willalove75]

The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc Chapter 4

Summary: Friday is finally here, concluding your first week of work! You get to know Alcina a little better and meet up with a "friend" after work for some much needed stress relief.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: fluff

I'll add more tags as needed!

Notes: Chapter 4! So sorry this is a little late! Hope you all enjoy💕

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Finally, it was Friday. Even though it's only your third day of work you were definitely looking forward to the weekend. The day seemed to be flying by pretty quickly and you were grateful for that. You had seen Alcina throughout the day, each time she saw you she politely said "hello" and flashed you her gorgeous smile.

After getting your hands on one of the new wines that will be debuting in the summer, you and Bela decided to take some photos of it for social media. Alcina wandered in and stayed for a little bit to watch. When you were done she asked to see some of the pictures and you happily obliged. She stood close to you - maybe a little too close, but her presence was comforting regardless - and looked over your shoulder at your phone. As you inhaled your nose filled with her perfume. It wasn't overly fragrant but still floral. You couldn't pinpoint what the scent was composed of but you thought you smelled a hint of rosewater and a few other notes you couldn't quite put your finger on. Whatever it was, it was heavenly and probably expensive. She grumbled to herself and you looked over to see her shaking her head and pulling her reading glasses down to her nose. Her short hair, that was straightened today and not in its natural curls, cascaded across her face before she tucked a few strands behind her ear with a perfectly manicured finger.

Her blue-grey eyes flicked over and met yours and you swore your heart started hammering in your chest. After exchanging a smile she looked back down at your phone and you showed her the images. Alcina pointed out which ones were her favorites and you made sure to favorite the ones she liked best so you would remember.

As you were scrolling through the images you took you were going backwards through your camera roll. When you came to the first image as you were showing Alcina and Bela, you went back one picture too far to one of you and Emma in your parents living room.

"Oh, too far." You feel your cheeks redden and go to scroll back but you're interrupted by Bela.

"Oh my god who is that?!" Bela asks.

"That's my daughter, Emma." You say proudly.

"Stop she's so cute!"

"Aw, thanks. She's amazing."

"How old is she?"

"She's three and a half."

"Oh what a fun age!" Bela says and you look over at her.

"Bela is going to school for childhood education, she wants to be a preschool teacher." Alcina clarifies.

"Oh! That's great!"

"Is she in preschool?" Bela asks.

"No, not yet. She'll be going in the fall."

"So is she in daycare?"

"She starts Tuesday, she'll be going twice a week. There was a bit of a waitlist so my in laws have been watching her this week. When she's not in daycare she'll rotate between them and my parents."

"I can't believe how green her eyes are and how curly her hair is!" Bela says.

"She looks just like you." Alcina says, looking at the picture. The corners of her lip just barely curling into a smile.

"Seriously! She's like your little twin. Her dad must be either pissed or thrilled she looks so much like you. Is she a daddy's girl or a mommy's girl?"

You know that Bela was just being friendly, but her question stabbed you in the heart. Tears threaten to sting eyes as you try and brush off the feeling of sadness creeping its way into your chest.

"Actually, I'm a single mom." You say, trying your best to not make the situation awkward. "So by default, she's a mommy's girl."

Alcina tries to give Bela a subtle look but you notice it. Bela looks like a deer in headlights before trying to dig herself out.

"Oh, well, mom's a single mom too!" She says with a nervous laugh. "She raised the three of us all by herself for the most part. Even when she technically wasn't a single mom she still kinda was."

Alcina's eyes narrow at her daughter whose pale cheeks begin to turn a bright shade of pink.

"She is beautiful." Alcina says, trying to divert the awkward energy that took over the conversation. "When we have our summer staff barbeque you should bring her. Most of the staff with young children bring them, it's a wonderful family event." She says coolly.

"Yeah, sure. She would love that. She's a little social butterfly."

"Wonderful." Alcina says with a smile before glancing at the watch on her wrist. "I must be off. The pictures are fantastic, great work both of you."

Alcina walks out of the room and Bela starts talking about the barbeque and how there's games, food, and activities for the kids. When the two of you walk into the tasting room you spot Daniela walking in.

"Hi Katie!" She says with a big smile.

"Hi Daniela, how was school?"

"It was so boring and I had a math test. Talk about a shit Friday." She grumbles. "What were you two talking about? I heard something about games."

The three of you begin to head back towards the offices.

"Bela was telling me about the summer barbeque."

"Oh! It's SO much fun! I love that. I think I like that more than the annual holiday party."

"Mom told Katie she should bring her daughter and-"

"You have a daughter?!" Daniela asks.

"I do."

"Do you have pictures?! How old is she?!"

"Yes, I do. And she's three and a half." You say with a chuckle.

Pulling out your phone once more, you show Daniela a few photos of Emma and she squeals in delight.

"SHE'S SO CUTE! Oh my god look at her little squishy face!"

You can't help but laugh at Daniela's excitement. She really is a sweet kid with a ton of energy. It came as a bit of a surprise to learn that Alcina was a single mother as well - especially to three girls. Being a single mom to one kid is hard enough. It amazes you that she was able to raise such good kids - for the most part, the jury is still out on Cassandra if you were being honest - and run a business. The complexity of Alcina Dimitrescu continues to grow and the more it grows, the more she seems to fascinate you.

After you head back into your office you decide to shoot your current friends-with-benefits guy a text.

Will you be around tonight?

Depends, what time?

5:30?

6?

Sure, let me just make sure I have someone to watch my daughter.

You send Michelle a text to see if she can watch Emma a little later tonight, lying and telling her a few friends invited you out for drinks after work. She responds saying it was no problem and says she hopes you have fun.

6 works.

Okay, meet me at my apartment.

See you later.

The end of the day comes quickly and before you know it you're walking into Alcina's office to see if she needs you to do anything before you leave and to say goodbye.

"Ah, Kathleen." She says as she takes her glasses off and places them on her desk, giving you her full attention. "Leaving for the day?"

"Yeah, unless you need me to do something before I go?"

"No, not at all. Although I did want to speak with you, if you have a moment?"

"Oh, yeah, absolutely." You say.

Claiming one of the chairs in front of her desk, you drop your bag to the ground and meet her gaze. Her blue-grey eyes really are stunning, they contrast beautifully with her dark hair and compliment her fair complexion.

"I just wanted to let you know that you've done a wonderful job this week. I am aware that you didn't work a full week but I am still impressed with your work ethic and what you've already brought to the table."

"Oh, thank you so much." You're a little surprised by her compliment but grateful that she can already see how dedicated you are. "I really, really appreciate hearing that."

"Of course. I always do my best to let my staff know when they're excelling. It's always been my business model as a boss to compliment more often than I critique."

The corner of her lip curls into a small smile and she looks away for a moment before looking back at you. As she looks back you notice a change in her demeanor. Something softer, almost more intimate than she was two seconds ago. It makes your head spin at how quickly she's able to shift gears on a dime.

"I also wanted to thank you for being so kind to my daughters, especially towards Daniela. I know she can be a handful but she seems to have taken a liking to you. She can be quite the distraction and there have been a few occasions where other employees have not taken as kindly to her as you have. So as the owner of this establishment, I appreciate your understanding and your professionalism. And as a mother," she says in a softer voice before pursing her lips. "thank you for being so kind to my children. Even Cassandra. Who I am aware has been less than welcoming - we have had multiple conversations regarding it. Please know it has nothing to do with you, she can be quite difficult and doesn't adapt well to change."

She lets out a sigh and for the first time you see a flash of Alcina Dimitrescu, the mother. Not your boss, not the owner and founder of the estate, but you see the single parent who is trying her best to juggle three young girls; one with an attitude problem, one with endless energy and one who's starting to go off on her own; as well as running a business and all of the other things that go along with life.

"Of course." You say with a smile. "They're all really good kids, you did a wonderful job raising them."

By the way her ears perk up at your words you can tell that she isn't told that very often. There's a softness in her eyes you haven't seen before and you can't help but smile in response. For a brief second you feel a charge in the air that almost immediately dissipates.

As quickly as her walls came down, they were back up. She seemed to have caught herself and she adjusts her posture in her chair. Alcina Dimitrescu the boss is back. It's not that Alcina runs her business with fear, but she doesn't keep it a secret that she holds the power. You've only been here three days but it's evident that everyone knows not to cross her or get on her bad side. You wonder if anyone else on her staff - outside of her children - have ever seen that softer side of her you got a glance at.

"Thank you." She says as she clears her throat. "That was all, is there anything you need from me?"

"Uh, nope."

"Well then, have a nice weekend Kathleen."

"You too. See you on Monday."

She gives you a nod as she puts her glasses back on and turns towards her computer screen. Grabbing your bag, you sling it over your shoulder and head towards the tasting room doors.

"Bye Katie!!" You hear Daniela call.

Looking over, you see her standing at a table in the middle of taking the patrons orders.

"Bye Daniela, have a nice weekend!"

She gives you a big wave as the people sitting at the table she's waiting give her a look. You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you make your way to the doors.

"Have a good weekend Cassandra." You say.

She responds with an eyeroll and you walk out of the building unfazed.

Since you weren't meeting up with your friend-with-benefits right away you decided to run home and jump in the shower before heading over to his place.

Pulling into the modest apartment complex you keep your eyes peeled for a spot. Driving through here makes you grateful that you live with Margie. It's not that it's in a bad area or that it's a crappy complex, it's just jam packed with people. You've only ever been here twice before but both times it was a nightmare trying to find a spot. At least at Margie's house you have a driveway you can park in so you don't have to worry about walking across the complex with a toddler - especially when the weather is bad.

Luckily you were able to find a spot close to the apartment.

Walking up the steps, you knock on the door and you hear footsteps on the other side. A few seconds later the door opens, revealing a taller man with sandy colored hair.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks as you walk in.

"I'm good, and you?"

"Not bad."

The man, who you know as Eric, was about 6 feet tall, if you had to guess he was in his late 30s and despite his small apartment, he was well off. The two of you really don't know anything about each other, you met on a website where people are looking for steady hookups, no strings attached, but wanted to keep their lives private. You both decided to even use fake names with each other. The only thing you do know about him is that he was married but him and his wife were currently separated, which is why he lives in this apartment. You also know he has a daughter as well, but she's in high school.

As he leads you into the bedroom you feel your anxiety crawling up higher and higher. You do your best to push it aside and take a deep breath as he closes the door.

The next hour and a half goes by in a blur and by 7:30pm you're heading back to your car to go pick up Emma.

The time you spend with Eric is really nothing but a way to relieve some stress and tension. Truthfully, he's kind of annoys you, but he's not terrible in bed, good enough to relieve any sexual tension you've had pent up at least - and he's using you for the same reasons you're using him so it's a fair trade.

The post-sex shame starts to settle in as you drive and you try to keep yourself from getting too wrapped up in it. There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're doing - something you have to remind yourself of often. Yet the guilt still eats away at you every time. You pull out the heart shaped necklace from under your shirt and trace the shape with your thumb as you drive, trying to ground yourself.

"It's okay. It's been two years, there's nothing wrong with being with someone else. There's nothing wrong with what you're doing." You reassure yourself as you drive.

Finally arriving at your in-laws house, you walk in just as they're sitting down for dinner.

"Katie! Perfect timing!" Michelle says as she gives you a hug.

"MOMMY!!" Emma yells as she runs into your arms.

"Hi baby!" You say as you lift her and give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Come, sit and eat." Michelle says.

"Oh, thank you! I promise I didn't time this so I'd get a free meal out of you." You say with a laugh.

"Yeah right." Richard says with a wink before he nudges you with his elbow.

"How was your first week of work?"

"It went really well." You say as you put Emma in her booster seat. "I really like it. My boss is great and so far the people are really nice. The CFO seems a little phony, but I really like everyone else."

"That's wonderful!" Michelle says. "Are there other people there your age?"

"Yeah, we had an all-hands meeting yesterday and there definitely seem to be people around my age. Honestly I've spent more time with my boss and her daughters than anyone else."

"Her daughters?"

"Yeah, she has three girls. One is about twenty, the other probably nineteen and the youngest has to be about 16."

"Do they work there?" Richard asks.

"Yeah. The oldest one, Bela, she was the one doing the social media channels before I was there. But she's starting her last year of college in the fall so I'm taking that over from her; she's been showing me what she was doing before I came. The middle one, Cassandra, she works the bar and is by far the least friendly of the three. Then the youngest is Daniela. She's a really sweet kid with a ton of energy. Obviously she's still in high school but she waits tables after school."

"Wow, seems like a real family business."

"Yeah, or just a way for her to be able to wrangle her kids by keeping them there." You say with a laugh.

"What about her husband?" Michelle asks.

"She's not married, I don't know if she ever was honestly. But Bela had told me today that she was a single parent."

"A single parent, to three young girls? And she runs a business?"

"I know, I have no idea how she did it. Raising this one alone is hard enough." You say playfully as you tickle Emma and she squeals with laughter.

"Stop mommy! That tickles!"

By 8pm, Alcina and the girls have finished having dinner together - something she tries to do with them at least once a week. Soon after the dishes are clean and the kitchen is put back together. She settles into her home office and types away on her keyboard, her perfectly manicured nails clacking away on the keys. Grabbing her wine glass, she leans back in her chair and takes a deep sip, trying to unwind from the week while she finishes up some last-minute things.

"Mamă," Daniela says as she walks into Alcina's office.

"Yes, bug?"

"Do you want to watch a movie with us?"

"What movie?"

"If you join us we'll let you pick!"

"As long as it isn't one of those boring black and white movies!" Cassandra yells from down the hall.

Alcina playfully rolls her eyes and looks at her watch.

"Okay, give me fifteen minutes. Let me finish up here and I'll be right down."

"YAY!" Daniela shouts. "I'll get the snacks and popcorn!"

She runs out of the office and Alcina chuckles to herself and dives back into finish up her work.

As promised, fifteen minutes later Alcina makes her way down the stairs. The girls are sitting on the couch, Bela and Daniela on the four-seater, Cassandra on the loveseat to the left. The girls left a spot in the middle of the four-seater for Alcina. She takes her spot between Bela and Daniela, who pulls the blanket across Alcina's lap and cuddles into her. Putting her arm around her youngest, she scrolls through the movie options on the television and clicks on Singing in the Rain.

"Ugh, not a musical!" Cassandra whines.

"You said I could pick whichever movie I wanted - as long as it wasn't one of those terribly boring black and white movies." Alcina responds.

"You could have picked something more modern!"

"Cassandra you loved this movie when you were little." Alcina says.

"Yeah, when I was like seven."

"Cass, shush! Unlike you I actually like and want to watch this movie." Bela says. Cassandra rolls her eyes at her sister.

Bela and Daniela begin singing along to some of the songs while Alcina happily hums alongside them. As the movie continues Bela and Daniela sing louder and Alcina eventually joins in. The song Good Morning starts and the three of them are singing and dancing in their seats. When Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Conner grab the raincoats off of the coatrack in the scene Daniela imitates their dances with the blanket, causing Bela and Alcina to laugh. As the dance number continues Bela and Daniela get up and dance to their own choreography they made up to the song when they were kids.

"Come on Cassie!" Daniela says, grabbing Cassandra's arm. Cassandra pulls back but Daniela's grip is firm. After a moment, Cassandra huffs in defeat and gets up and dances with her sisters. After a minute of acting like she doesn't want to be there, a smile grows on her face and she laughs and dances with Bela and Daniela.

Alcina watches her girls with pride as they dance around the living room. It warms her heart seeing Cassandra, who's usually withdrawn and isolated, dancing and laughing with her sisters. It's not a side that Alcina sees of her middle daughter much anymore, but when she does get to see it, she cherishes the moment.

The number ends and the three girls collapse back into their seats.

"You did wonderful my darlings." Alcina says, kissing Daniela and Bela on the head and blowing a kiss at Cassandra. Daniela lays her head on her mother's lap and Alcina runs her fingers through her daughters strawberry red hair.

When Singing in the Rain comes on, the four women sing along to the song - sans-dance this time. As the movie ends, Daniela is fast asleep in her mother's lap, lightly snoring.

"Daniela, haide dragostea mea, trebuie să te ridici." Alcina says as she strokes her hair. (Daniela, come on my love, you have to get up.)

"Mamă, du-mă în pat." She replies, half asleep. (Mom, carry me to bed.)

"Nu Nu. Ești prea mare pentru asta. Dar te voi pune înăuntru dacă te trezești." (No, no. You're too big for that. But I will tuck you in if you get up.)

Daniela grumbles before lifting herself off of her mother's lap. Alcina wraps her arm around Daniela's shoulder and leads her upstairs into her bedroom.

Daniela crawls into her large four-poster bed. Alcina pulls the covers over her and sits at the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair.

"Noapte bună. Vise plăcute." She says, placing a kiss on top of Daniela's head. (Goodnight bug. Sweet dreams.)

"Noapte buna mama. Te iubesc." Daniela mumbles. (Goodnight mom. I love you.)

"Si eu te iubesc draga." (I love you too darling.)

Daniela quickly falls asleep and Alcina continues to run her fingers through her hair and looks down at her sleeping daughter.

"Când naiba ai crescut atât de repede?" She whispers to herself. (When on earth did you grow up so quickly?)

Alcina kisses Daniela's head once more and leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Heading back downstairs, Cassandra and Bela are cleaning up the bowls the snacks were in.

"Thank you for the help, girls." Alcina says.

"Of course mom." Bela says.

"I am going to bed. Don't stay up too late." Alcina says before kissing both girls on the head and making her way back upstairs.

"Goodnight mom!" Bela says.

"Night." Cassandra says.

Alcina lays in bed thinking of her girls. It feels like it was just yesterday they came into her life. It's hard for her to accept that so much time has past. It's hard for her to believe that Daniela, her baby, is going to be sixteen soon. She still remembers holding her in her arms for the very first time. She was so tiny, so small and fragile. Alcina swore to always protect her, to protect all of her girls and she hopes she did a good job of keeping her promise. It's been seventeen years since the girls first came into her life. Alcina reflects on how terrified she was back then, the weight of being responsible for two, soon to be three, young girls weighed heavily on her shoulders and she was barely 30. Of course she made some mistakes, what parent doesn't? But regardless of how the girls came to her, she's grateful to have been able to give them a stable, loving home. For the most part, at least. There were things she'd done in the past that she would change if she could, but overall, she's proud of the women her girls were becoming.

You were awoken by the baby monitor in the middle of the night, Emma was crying. Looking at the clock you saw that it was 2am. You let her cry it out in hopes she would fall back asleep, but when she started calling out for you, you gave up and went into her room.

"Emma, baby, what's the matter?" You said as you came into her room.

"Mommy, I had a nightmare." Emma says through tears.

"Oh sweetie, it's okay. Come here." You sit on the edge of the bed and pull her into your lap and hug her. Running your fingers through her curls, you shush her and rock her until her sobbing slows. "There you go, it's okay. How about we try and go back to sleep?"

You move to lay Emma back down but she clings to you for dear life.

"No mommy, I want you." She says and starts crying again.

"Oh, love. It's okay, it's okay. Do you want to sleep in mommy's bed tonight?"

"Yeah." Emma says

"Okay, come on."

You pick up Emma and bring her into your bedroom. Laying down with her in your arms, you run your fingers through her hair and try to stay awake until she falls asleep. When she doesn't fall asleep, you rub your finger up and down the bridge of her nose, over one of her eyebrows and back, down and up her nose again, and over the other eyebrow. You repeat this pattern for a few minutes as Emma's eyes grow heavier and heavier before she finally gives in to sleep. Even though you know you should be going to sleep, you can't help but stay awake and look at the little girl in your arms. Your whole world. Without realizing it, your eyes start to close and you too drift off back into a deep sleep.

[musette22]

Minnie, I know that the new pics of Sebastian are black and white so I might be completely off base here, but it seems like he might have some greys in his hair and now I'm thinking of how distinguished they'll make him look, while knowing that he still manages to be a cute kitten. I don't know if what I said made any sense or not...I'm overwhelmed with the new photos and how happy he looks in them

Oh you are making complete sense, honey. I definitely see it too, whether it's natural or just the lighting (I think it's probably the latter, but who knows). The grey has been pretty noticeable his beard for a few years now, though it's getting stronger lately, but his hair hasn't quite gotten the silver fox memo yet... but maybe it's starting to? 👀

I would definitely not be opposed that, he will look absolutely phenomenal once his hair will be noticeably streaked with grey 😭 I've been dreaming about it ever since the left pic below dropped, there was just something about it that kinda screamed dilf, and the older he gets, the stronger the screaming gets too lmao. He'll always be a cute kitten too though, you're absolutely right 💓

But like seriously.... man..... can you believe how utterly beautiful this man is??? 💔

[guinevere--bach]

First Kiss

"C'mon, slowpoke!" Sophie cried, running as fast as her thin legs could give.

Lucy frowned and huffed, trying to keep up. It had rained recently, a short drizzle, and the ground was muddy and slippery, and she didn't want to trip and get mud all over her dress, thank you very much. And yet she couldn't bear Sophie running faster than her, going further than her.

It was cooler in the green shade of the trees in the Twain woods, at least cooler than in the meadow next to the Laverne house. There was no sun, only a dense layer of grey clouds covering the sky, which made the summer heat somehow even worse. Lucy could feel the mugginess of her sweat making her clothes stick to her, glueing her long black hair to her nape and neck. She looked ahead at Sophie, running ahead of her, jumping over broken branches and slick rocks over the thick undergrowth. She knew she was prettier than her older sister, no doubt about it; but there was a wild sort of charm to Sophie, the way she opened her big eyes even bigger in defiance and mockery, the way she grinned with her whole mouth. Sometimes, Lucy wished she was as unrestrained and confident as her.

"Y'know, you'd be faster if you actually ran more," her sister said with a shrug once she stopped at a small clearing. "If you actually came with me to the forest on the afternoons."

"People don't care if you miss class," Lucy said, still panting. "They definitely notice when I do."

Sophie rolled her eyes.

"Sorry if I'm not a deadbeat wastrel like you, Soph," Lucy huffed.

"You're forgiven," Sophie laughed. "At least I'm not a snooty nerd, like some other people."

Lucy chuckled, hanging her head and leaning on her knees as she tried to steady her breath. "I mean, if you keep being such a meanie, I guess you don't really care to know about–"

"Oh, c'mon, Lulu!"

Lucy let out a bright laugh, the type she only dared to share with her family. "Alright, alright! I'll only tell you 'cause I know you won't tell Joan," she said. "Frances is such a rat."

Sophie sat on a fallen tree and rested her elbows on her thighs. She was so excited to know, it was almost as if she wished she had been her younger sister. Which she didn't. At least, Lucy was almost certain that she didn't.

"Well," she began saying, looking around herself, speaking slowly to generate even more anticipation. "We went to the park, like I told you. He was way more polite than I expected, really. He's such a loudmouth usually... But I know he told all his friends about it," she said with a scoff, looking down at a few interestingly shaped and colored stones and pebbles, a few speckled with lichen, all leading to the nearby babbling creek. "So, we sat on a park bench and talked some, just small talk, about whatever..."

"And?" Sophie said, her eyes growing bigger.

"And... Yeah, we kissed," Lucy said, a smug little smile growing slowly on her face.

Sophie squealed. Lucy laughed again, really excited, even more when she knew that her sister was so happy and proud of her.

"And how was it? Did he grab you too hard? Did he use too much tongue? They usually do..."

"Oh, no... It was just perfect," Lucy said quickly. "It was so good, we kept kissing for what felt like... Like ages, but also like no time had passed at all."

This wasn't entirely true. In reality, Lucy hadn't enjoyed it that much. But she did enjoy the warmth of Rick's body against her, and the pressure of his hands on her back and arms; but they were both too new for it, too green, despite Rick's constant boasting of all the hearts he supposedly broke. After all, they were just thirteen... Though, of course, Sophie had already kissed a whole lot of boys at that age.

But Lucy liked Rick. She didn't know yet if what she felt was love, but she liked having him close, his arm protectively circling her shoulder, how he gazed at her while she tied up her hair, the way he held her hand and rubbed his thumb on her knuckles. And, in the end, she had the feeling he really did love her. So, Lucy had really thought it would be perfect, like a real movie kiss. Of all the boys who were dying to date her, Rick seemed like the best one to have her first kiss with. Even if it had turned out to be rather disappointing. Kissing must be like smoking and drinking, she decided: an acquired taste, something you need to do a few times before you actually got to enjoy it.

"What I liked most was how..." Lucy thought about it for a moment, this time really to gather her thoughts, not to generate any sort of tension. "... How it made me feel. All warm inside, and like... Like I was the only person in his world. How much he wanted me." She was used to admiring gazes, to compliments. This wasn't quite the same. "And I got this ache, here, in my lower belly..." She laid a hand on the spot. "It hurt a bit, but it wasn't too bad. Does that make sense...?"

Sophie raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "I dunno. I just do it because it feels good. The good kissers, they make standing their dumb shit worth it."

Lucy chuckled again. "Yeah... I also felt hungry. I don't know if hungry for more, or for like, something to eat, or just... For him... But there was this need for something." That hadn't felt so good. It made her feel uncomfortable, like something was missing, something more than the ideal version of her first kiss that she had been building in her mind.

Sophie stared at her sister in confusion. "Hungry? Did you still feel it afterward?"

"Yes. For a while."

"Huh. Weird."

There was silence. Birds sang their repetitive songs, there was the soft, constant bubbling of the creek, and the rhythmic chirping of the cicadas. Lucy picked up one of the stones, felt its weight, its warm rough surface.

"You're staying with him now, I suppose," Sophie said.

Lucy scoffed. Her sister had been wanting to hook her up with one of her exes, a tall older boy that had an interest in Lucy, but which Lucy wasn't sure she liked enough to want to date, especially when he was Sophie's leftovers.

She thought about Rick, and whether or not she wanted to keep dating him, now that they had already kissed. Maybe it was for the best if they kept it up. That way they could keep practicing and, if a better option came up, she would be more prepared.

"Yeah, sure," Lucy answered, turning the stone in her hand.

"Don't like him that much, huh?"

"I said I am, Soph... Get off my back."

A sudden birdsong, shriller than the rest, called the sisters' attention. It came from a cluster of bushes to their right, just where the forest became thicker and harder to walk through. Lucy and Sophie exchanged a look. Sophie smiled. Lucy smiled as well, and pulled back her arm, and threw the heavy stone towards the bush. A flock of startled birds took flight, and soared over the girls' heads, going up to the gaps between the treetops, where there was barely a sliver of silver sky.

[keepingmyselfundead]

Mermaze Mermaidz Jordie Review

To start, Jordie is an athletic mermaid who is always supportive of all her friends and teammates. She's probably my favorite main mermaid from the show as she knows her passion well and is open to new challenges that help her move forward in her career.

Her doll has fairly simple yet elegant makeup with yellow, brown, and light pink lip. Her freckles are very cute just on the nose. She has a small black heart under her left eye (your right). Jordie has brown glass eyes with detailed irises. There are also rooted eyelashes sculpted into a wing shape on top of her painted eyelashes.

For her clothes she has a yellow crop top, puffy holographic jacket, and a tail that looks like athletic joggers. The hands do come off, which always makes changing clothes easier so I appreciate that.

The jacket has a lot of stitch detail and a soft mesh inside for added thickness. I will say there were quite a few loose strands of thread I'll cut, as is shown in the second image below.

Below are all the included accessories. Wrist warmers, earrings, a chain necklace, sunglasses, and her "fin ball" purse. I really enjoy that you can remove the ball for okay and even open it to hold accessories! The design is super cute and well suited to the character, and that specific piece is good for storytelling and play.

I do like that they have a painted on undergarment so you can play with her in the water without getting her clothes wet. It even has glitter on it!

I was surprised to find nipple details. It's not common for dolls and I can see some parents may not like that detail. In my opinion I don't mind as much and I think it's good to normalize a natural body.

Her tail end does change color from plain white to pink sport stripes. The color change happens in cold water. I couldn't get her whole tail to change to the advertised light grey.

I think that it would require an ice cold temperature to make the full color change and I've seen people put the dolls in their freezer just to see the change. I would prefer a color change in warm water, it just seems strange to play in ice cold water.

(EDIT: apparently the top part of Jordies tail requires hot water to change...which seems odd ots not consistent)

I've also seen many complaints about Jordies micro-braids falling out. I didn't see any of that as I brushed my fingers through her hair or even after I'd wet the hair and brushed through again. I would never use a regular doll brush on her because of the braids. Looking at the hair rooting it is thickly rooted at the top and gets thinner towards the bottom of her head.

The sheer volume of hair eases my mind, if just a few braids come out it wouldn't be noticeable. It looks like the braids were pre-braided before rooting, so I can see how it's easier for the hair to fall out.

Here she is all dressed. I do wish the first five came with stands but I had to supply my own. They are supposed to stand on their tail folded at a 90 degree angle, but the top is just too heavy for that to be stable.

I'm glad I got these on a discount (about $16 each) and they are well worth the current sale price. She is gorgeous to display and the idea is there, but there is definitely room for improvement.

[mangodestroyer]

Sometimes, I wonder whether my disinterest in make-up is because of my gender identity, or because I'm a bit of a redhead.

I'm not a ginger or anything, but I do have noticeably reddish hair. I'd definitely say it's auburn. Or at least a light brown/cinnamon color. And while I am able to tan (and good at it cause I'm part Native), my tan is very pinkish, with very few golden hues. My skin is pasty af in the winter. I have freckles on my cheeks. My eyelashes are thick and long, but they're reddish-brown at the base and look blondish at the tips. My bottom eyelashes are straight up platinum.

And any time I've tried wearing make-up, I always thought it looked so ridiculous and over-the-top. Most foundation available in store don't match my skin tone at all. Most of it is very warm/golden. A lot of it would be way too dark for me in the winter. Even when I did order some online that matched, it covered up the pinkish tones in my face... and made me look terrible. In fact, I think it's pointless for me to wear foundation. Even if it covers up marks and stuff, I think I just look better natural? My cheeks are already rosey, and why would anyone want to cover up freckles? Plus, that stuff is uncomfortable and it rubs off.

Stuff like contour, lipstick, and blush I could never understand. Again, it seems like too much imo. I know some people pull it off well, but it's not for me.

The only thing I like is mascara, tbh. And concealer. I've always used concealer, albeit rarely. Just to cover up a few acne spots on a bad day. I like mascara because I find eyelashes and eyes very attractive. Idk if it's because of my facial blindness, but I think I tend to hyperfocus on certain features of the face so I can better remember them. And eyes are just one of those things. In fact, I remember the specific shade and color of my acquaintances eyes a little too well, but it seriously is something that helps me identify them.

And that's yet another problem for me. Finding mascara that works. Most mascara looks off when I put it on. I ordered dark brown mascara once and it still looked jarring on my face. Purple looked alright, and people liked it on me (hazel eyes), but I still thought it could be better. I think I might have to suck it up and spend extra on the few shades of lighter brown/auburn mascaras that exist. I can't imagine anything else looking better. In fact, I love the idea of it. I would also just love to find ways to enhance my eyes more because I feel like it's too easy for them to get murky and boring (I'm fighting a battle between brown, green, and grey, and it's easy for my eyes to end up looking dull as a result). Plus, my eyelashes are hardly noticeable if too much light shines on them.

Anyone else struggle so much with makeup? Were some people just meant to avoid most of it? Or is it just me not being a huge fan personally? I'm aware some of the discomfort could be gender dysphoria. Again, only light mascara seems to appeal to me.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hey there!

Can you make a Joe Quinn x reader where they meet on ST4 set and are good friends but are starting to be friends with benefits and later on they begin to fall for eachother but they don't know that from eachother and one night at his house he suddenly tells her in bed he loves her more then a friend and in panic she goes away and doesnt speak to him for weeks and Maya only knows about the benefits things and says why its so hard to confess her feelings and at the premiere she tries to avoid him as much as possible and later he drags her away and she explains she loves him too but she's scared cause she got hurt in her past relations and he assures her he isn't like that and they get together? :)

Oh, hi lovely. This has really got my brain working and I was mentally cheering you on for a hot second. I'm excited to see how it pans out, thanks for requesting :)

Warnings: sweet fluff, heart breaking drama, smutty smut, swearing and a mild mention of abuse

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Word Count: 3.7k

A Bittersweet Love. Joseph Quinn x Reader Requested by @kellysimagines

There was no telling when you got the role as one of the new upcoming characters of Stranger Things on what friendships you'd make and what could go on behind the scenes, but the day you met one Joseph Quinn, your world changed forever. On first meeting with him, you knew you were attracted to him in every sense. His eyes, the way they watched you intensely when you had something to say, the way his smile would soften at the sight of you, the way he would touch you if you cracked a joke or mentioned pretty much anything. Touch was definitely his love language. Joe had also newly joined the cast so that first day when you walked into the table reading, you made sure you tagged along with him and Mason, the original cast made you feel so welcome, so it wasn't long before you were mingling altogether.

Months into filming, time was going on and scenes were heftily coming together one by one for each episode. Yours and Joe's bond had grown strong since you had so many parts to film together. Between takes you'd notice Joe was always looking your way, but when you glanced over, he'd move his gaze elsewhere, you'd only notice because you were sneaking a quick glance back at him.

There was one particular day that would remain in your memory forever. The director had yelled cut and called it a day for filming. As you approached your trailer and headed in to get back into your normal clothes, shortly after, a subtle knock came. "Come in." You quickly tugged your shirt down over your chest as a too familiar face opened the door and peaked in. "Hey Y/N, got a second?" You nodded as you straightened your clothes out and grabbed your hairbrush from the side. You gave Joe a quick once over, his hair was slightly flattened down by the wig he'd been wearing all day and not seeing him in leather and ripped jeans but rather a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats was certainly a pleasant change, he was quite easy on the eye.

"Today was a lot. Just wondered if you wanted to grab a drink together?" You couldn't deny that face that puppy eyed you, hoping you'd say yes. "Sure, got nothing better to do anyway."

You waited outside Joe's trailer who'd fluffed his hair up, changed into some spare smarter clothes that he'd had left on the side from a previous day, he wanted to make an impression, you weren't the only one who had a profound attraction to the other.

Back at the hotel the majority of the cast stayed in, you went into the bar situated on the ground floor, it was empty which Joe favoured because that meant he had you all to himself. You shared a few drinks and you'd finally got a minute to actually get to know each other a lot better, finding you had more in common than you initially would have imagined.

Maybe it was the alcohol going straight to your head when you had mentioned him coming up to your room to carry on talking a little more, making the excuse that you were having a good time and you didn't want the night to come to a close quite yet. Of course, that wasn't disputing that you weren't having a good time, but you were certainly more confident once you'd got a few down you and you were a certified horny drunk. He agreed anyway.

Laughing as you had been the whole time you were around him since the moment you'd walked out of your trailer, you arrived back at your room. You both had been pretty touchy feely with each other for the whole night, at one point you could've sworn you saw a thick outline in Joe's trousers when he'd said something that had made you throw yourself into fits of laughter and you put your hand down on his thigh, rubbing it slightly as you moved away, but he crossed his legs so you never got to confirm it.

You both kicked off your shoes and sat down on your bed, legs spread out next to each other. You thought you were reading the situation right when Joe put his arm round you. "I'm so glad I got the chance to meet you Y/N, you're an amazing person." Yeah, the alcohol was definitely talking through the both of you now. You found yourself turning your heads to face each other as you got closer, little by little. Joe's eyes were fluttering between your eyes and your lips and before you could blink again, Joe's hand came to meet your cheek as you leaned into his touch and he gave you a subtle kiss, testing the waters to see if it was ok. What he didn't see coming was when he pulled away, you quickly returned the kiss back but this time, sloppily crashing your lips onto his. The kiss was hot, extremely hot for two people that were just friends. As the sudden turn of events grew stronger, Joe laid you down and leaned over you, pushing his tongue straight into your mouth, dying to taste you.

Eventually you found him moving himself to lay on top of you, feeling his extremely apparent erection move down and grind into your thigh. You moved your leg up slightly to meet his hard on which earned a hot mouthy groan from Joe, once you'd moved it back down you could feel the jolt of electricity shoot down to your core as you clenched your legs together. Joe broke the kiss first, leaning up slightly to look directly into your eyes, the guy had such an intense stare and your heart raced rapidly. "C-can I touch you?" his hand was hovering down above your left thigh, the fact he was asking permission was sweet, but you knew all dignity was out of the window now he'd got you into a hot mess. And boy were you both down for this. You sat yourself up and removed your shirt and jeans, throwing them to the side quickly to show him that you were indeed wanting him to go further with his actions. Joe wasted no time in palming his hand over your wet clothed panties. "Jesus, you're soaking already, did I do that to you?" You shot him a look of slight confusion. "Who else, you idiot." He rolled his tongue over his top lip as he let out a snort of laughter. Moving your panties down and off you quickly, he pushed his index finger between your slit and stroked up and down in an agonizingly slow motion. "More." you whined out. He granted your wish quickly, pushing his finger straight inside of you. "Fuck you feel tight, you're going to feel so good when I get inside of you." He didn't want to assume that's where this was going but the slip of his tongue got the better of him; that made you raise an eyebrow. "Oh, is that what you're going to do huh?" His fingers started to work you faster as he leaned up to use his other hand to rub circles on your clit. He was a fucking professional. "Is that what you want?" If the moans that escaped you didn't prove otherwise then the boy was clearly a moron. "I said, is that what you want?" You nodded quickly, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. "Answer me Y/N." His eyes had become darker now, there was not a glimpse of brown to be seen in them, instead a heavy black tone full of lust and want. The dominant side in him showing was extremely unexpected, but in a good way. "Please, Joe. I want you to fuck me." He grinned cheekily at you, knowing you were close when your head couldn't have fell any further back and you were whimpering for him to go faster. "Not before you cum."

"I-I, oh my g-god, I'm going to..." you couldn't finish your sentence as your orgasm washed over you, your whole body stiffened, your eyes squeezed tight, and your toes curled as you moaned out his name several times. He released his fingers from your now gaping hole and pushed them straight into your mouth without warning, you obeyed and sucked them clean whilst he was grinning right at you, pleased and so turned on by how sexy you looked doing so.

Pulling his trousers and boxers down, you eyed up his hidden body part. You'd be lying if you said it hadn't crossed your mind how big it might be, you'd clearly been internally thinking about this man for months, a little hard not to when you spent every day with him. His cock was thick and an average sized length, perfect. As he knelt down at your feet on the edge of the bed, he leaned over and yanked you up by your hand. "Spit on it, pretty girl." You did as asked, spat into your hand and rubbed it over the reddened mushroom shaped tip and up and down his shaft, pumping him a couple of times, earning a sharp breath in between. He pushed your shoulder back harder than anticipated, you were laid beneath him now. Joe didn't waste time in letting himself adjust before pushing himself inside of you, both of your moans filled the room in no time. He was brutal, he slammed into you as hard and fast as humanly possible. Fucking you was a complete understatement, this felt desperate, like it'd been wanted and waiting to happen by both parties for a while.

"I knew you'd feel like heaven, fuck you're so beautiful Y/N." Wait, did he just call you beautiful? You pulled him closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could get even deeper, clawing at his back relentlessly and definitely leaving a trail of nail marks.

"Fuck, I'm g-getting close, I knew you'd be the death of me."

You were almost there again, searching for your second orgasm which came upon you quick and fast when he hit a certain spot inside of you. "Joe, Joe please, you fuck me so good." He felt your walls clench and tighten around him as you fell apart underneath him, crying out an inaudible string of words. Joe quickly pulled himself out you and began to pump himself fast, finally finishing all over your stomach. "Holy shit." You were both breathing rapidly, spent from clear desire for one another.

Joe spent the night with you in your bed, completely abandoning his room until morning when he'd sneak out unnoticed.

That was how it went on for the next few months, you'd decided from that first night this was going to become a regular occurrence, a friend with benefits kind of situation. It'd happened nowhere but yours or Joe's hotel room and you were never caught, that was until one day Maya confronted you to one side on set. "Can I ask you something Y/N?" You nodded at your friend.

"Sure, anything."

"What's going on with you and Joe?"

Shit, wait. what?

"What Quinn, or Keery?"

She let out a laugh which quickly faded when she pursed her lips together and folded her arms. "You know which Joe I'm referring to. What's going on?"

She knows.

"Save it, I already know. You know it's easy to find out when the walls are quite thin, and I can hear the two of you going at it like rabbits. I'm not saying it's a bad thing but just be careful Y/N."

Your cheeks reddened and you begged her not to tell anyone else. Maya had become quite a close friend to you during your time filming and you knew you trusted her - you just needed that piece of mind.

The attraction was growing stronger with Joe, and you had confided in Maya a few days later and told her that your feelings were becoming a more than friends feeling. She sat in your trailer with you as you held your head in your hands.

"Do I break it off, or do I carry on? Help a girl out."

She patted your back as she hooked her arm round you into a side hug and you rested your head on her shoulder, glad of the embrace.

"Do whatever you feel is right, only you know yourself."

You'd made the decision to not put an end to what was happening with Joe, because over the last nearing year you'd spent with him and the months you'd personally spent together, you'd formed a pretty solid friendship and an even higher sex drive. The thing was it wasn't just becoming meaningless sex anymore to either of you, it was the cuddling after, or the subtle personal touches on set, or taking you to one side between takes where nobody could see and wrapping your arms round his neck whilst you kissed the shit out of each other. Joe was secretly pining for you too; it had become a mutually unknown feeling between the two of you. Love.

The final day of filming was tomorrow and then you'd be returning back home until you were called out for the premiere of the new season where you'd all meet again. That night as you were both completely fucked out laid side by side in Joe's bed from the mind-blowing sex that'd just occurred. You'd got up to go to the bathroom as you did recently straight after the deed was finished, because if the feelings weren't intense enough now, Joe had begun finishing inside of you, so you always needed to sit down on the toilet after to flush his seed out of yourself. A dangerous game you knew, but it felt so good.

Walking back into the bedroom to see Joe had gotten into the covers properly to settle down to sleep. His mood seemed to have altered completely, he was twiddling his thumbs, his stare falling intensely on his hands.

"Everything okay, Joe?" you let out a small smile to see if he'd return it, he usually did. He sat up quite abruptly and looked over to you.

"What are we Y/N?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what is this. We've been doing this for a long time now."

You slowly started to put your night clothes on you'd kept in his room for when you stayed over, saving you having to go back to get anything and risk getting caught.

"It's a decision we made together to have a little fun every now and then, we're friends?"

"Friends, don't cuddle in bed and spend every night sleeping next to each other. Friends don't do all the shit we do Y/N."

You sat on the edge of the bed staring directly to him as you felt a sickening feeling erupting in your stomach, a slight hint of sadness shown in his eyes.

"What are you trying to say Joe?"

"I guess, over time. I don't want to just be your friend. I can't be someone's friend that I feel more for, way more. I-I love you."

Woah, woah woah. He loves you?! Inside you were screaming that you loved him too, but you just couldn't bring yourself to say it back.

"No, I can't hear this, you don't love me."

He looked away to anywhere but at you when a single tear declined onto his cheek, rolling straight off onto his arm.

"I do love you; I've loved you for a while now, I just couldn't risk fucking this up and now I clearly have because you don't feel the same. If you really don't feel the same, walk away now because I can't risk doing this any longer, it'll kill me."

You stood up as your heart cracked, you didn't know what the hell to do, so you walked, you collected your clothes off of the floor and left to go back to your room. You heard Joe call your name twice as you were heading out the door, but you didn't look back. Closing the door behind you slowly as to not attract attention from anyone else, you heard faint sobs coming from the heartbroken soul you'd just left. Stupid girl.

The last day of filming was so surprisingly hard to act like everything was ok, but you got on with it. Having to stand next to Joe whilst the cameras were rolling. Let's put it this way, it's a good job you both were professional actors, because the reality of last night that was stuck in your head was disgusting and if you weren't you would of surely broke there and then. When the Duffer Brothers had yelled cut and announced the ending of filming, thanking all of you one by one, you all embraced each other and said your goodbyes. Everyone except you and Joe, you avoided him like the plague.

A couple of months later of being back home and before you knew it, you were being flown back for the season premiere. Everyone looking extremely dapper and gorgeous in their get ups as you stared around, linking arms with Maya, keeping her close. She was pretty much the only one you'd kept in contact with over the last couple of months, you'd told her everything that had happened that last night before filming ended and she had scolded you for not telling Joe you felt the same way back and that she admired his confidence which you had clearly been quick to put down, although she quickly understood when you'd gave her the reasons why and as your friend, she was there for you and you were grateful for not just her loyalty; but her honesty too.

Joe was the last to arrive and you noticed him through the crowd of people as he wandered past you with Charlie and Natalia. You took a deep sigh and Maya gave you a reassuring tug of the arm when she led you over to them. "It'll be ok Y/N, you really need to explain all of this to him though, at least give him closure, it's not his fault - you both created this and it's the least you could do."

God damn it, she was a woman of sense, and she was so annoyingly correct.

You gave hugs to your co-stars, asking how they were and exchanged in light conversation, still not even taking a glance at Joe, who was constantly looking at you the whole time. From your peripheral vision, you couldn't tell if it was still a look of hurt, hate or he was just listening to what you were saying.

Maya, put her hand onto your back and gave it moderately large nudge, clearing her throat as you looked straight to her. She motioned her head subtly at Joe.

"Hey Joe, can I talk to you alone for a minute?"

"Um, okay." He pretended in front of Charlie, Natalia and Maya that he didn't know why, but Maya knew exactly why.

You found a quiet corner where nobody was around and you took a deep breath in, looking down at your shoes. "You look beautiful tonight Y/N, it's good to see you, I hope you've been-"

You cut him off quickly. You didn't know what else to do. "I love you."

His eyes widened like a deer in headlights. "What?" he gulped hard; anyone would think he didn't expect this.

"I love you; I really do."

"Then w-why, what? Why didn't you say anything that night?" It was time to confess, it was time to for the truth to come out.

"Because I was fucking scared out of my wits Joe, nobody has told me they loved me since my ex and that was pretty hard to believe in the end. Especially after what he-"

You hitched a breath in your throat, you didn't want to cry in the middle of this damn event.

"Wait, what did he do?" He was clueless to anything to do with your ex-boyfriend, and he learnt swiftly why you didn't reiterate those three words back to him that night.

"Well, clearly he never loved me, he used me for sex when he needed it, he cheated on me several times and I was mentally abused by him for years in a controlling sense. I got out when I finally figured I was worth more. It's took a while for me to get back to being me again, you helped with part of that, showing me that I was worth a damn and I guess I was terrified when you told me because I was thinking it'd just end up the same."

Joe didn't need to hear another word; he knew that the burning feeling of anger in his chest that someone would hurt you in the way was enough, but he wouldn't dare show that emotion.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry that someone would do that to you and me telling you that I wouldn't do such a thing won't just snap you into being with me. But let me prove it to you, we'll take things slow, please just give me a chance."

You were practically shaking by this point and Joe put his arms out to hug you, you welcomed it and felt the familiar strong arms wrap around you, stroking your head so lovingly. You can't deny him of the chance to prove it to you, you just had to know one thing.

"Do you still love me too?"

"I never stopped, you broke my heart that night but if you're willing to give me the opportunity, you can help heal my heart and I can break your walls down and be the best damn boyfriend there ever was. I really appreciate you telling me, and I understand now."

Oh, he loved you. He really fucking loved you. You leaned up without any word of warning and kissed him, not in the way you used to, but one that passionate and full of sentiment. He held your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt him smile into the kiss.

As you broke the kiss you took a hold into each other's arms again and spied Maya out of the corner of your eye grinning wildly at you, giving you a nod of approval, she was proud.

Since the day you'd laid eyes on Joseph Quinn, you'd not been able to deny him of anything bar that one night where it came crashing down. That was a blip that could slowly be forgotten, you were indeed his and you know that he was yours. That was more than enough.

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hello! This is just a request for grey from winx x mind fairy!reader. Just a whole bunch of fluff. I give you basically full creative liberty🤎

okay so the thing is. I have not yet finished watching season two. meaning I've had less than five minutes of grey content until now. meaning I don't know much about him or his voice. meaning. I won't be able to write him accurately yet. but!!!!! I'm kinda having writers block for riven rn, which is uh. overwhelming because I never have writers block for riven. but that means I'll gladly try something else. something new in this case even. just don't be too upset if it doesn't fit in the end I am doing my best

You had known you weren't the only one in here the second you had stepped into the room. Shit. Sam had said no one would be there, he'd promised you could get in and out of his dorm without having to answer any questions. Maybe, if you were quiet, they wouldn't notice-

But well, that plan you could throw away again instantly. You did not have to feel the change in their emotion to notice them freezing in the door. Them - Grey.

You knew him. Of course you did. Though, knew was an exaggeration, but you had definitely seen him around.

"Oh", he said, letting his towel slowly sink from his hair again. It was wet. And he - he was shirtless.

You felt the heat sting your cheeks, doing your best to ignore the wave of embarrassment you felt coming from him. Embarrassment, god. You were the one here who should be embarrassed, and you were, certainly. But thank goodness that Grey wasn't a mind fairy like you. You were sure he'd notice something other than embarrassment.

Okay, in your defense, he was attractive as fuck. Everyone knew that.

"Sorry!", you stuttered, louder than you'd wanted to, wincing at your own voice. See, this, this was worse than the worst case scenario you'd imagined.

You felt his shock and his confusion even though you tried to keep away from his emotions as usual - you always had, you always did, with the people you liked. You'd admit it, yes, you liked him a little more than you should for the few times you'd talked. You didn't know if he liked you back. You didn't check; you could've, but you were afraid, so you just forced yourself to stay in that uncertain little space everyone else had to manage as well.

"I didn't want to- oh, wow, I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, I didn't want to interrupt, I just-"

You really weren't bettering your situation, especially with how your eyes kept betraying you. He had abs, god damn it, you'd need to look him in the eyes but it was so, so hard.

"It's okay", he interrupted with a laugh, slinging his towel over his shoulder and leaning against the doorframe. You swallowed, running a hand through your hair. How did this man go from attractive to please run me over in a matter of seconds? "Sam's out with Musa though. If you were looking for him."

"Oh, I know", you said before you thought about it, cursing your tongue for running so quickly in his presence. Now you just sounded like you were breaking in here to- to what? To do something really weird, definitely. Well, you were kind of breaking in, to be honest. It wasn't really allowed to just sneak into other students' dorms. But could it really be called breaking in with permission?

"No, I mean, Sam gave me his key, I'm not snooping around or something! I'm here completely legally. I think. Don't check the rules, I may not actually be in here legally." You paused for a second, your face reddening even more when you felt the flicker of amusement coming from him. "That doesn't make it better, does it?"

Curse your nerves for betraying you like this!

"Calm down", he laughed. "I didn't think you were snooping around."

You smiled at him, reassured at least a little. Silence fell. He was still looking at you, still not upset, still not moving. Still shirtless.

Aaaaaand you were staring again. Oh, god, okay.

"I should-", you started quickly, pointing at Sam's door, "I should just. Okay. Yeah. See you around-"

Before he could respond, you'd already turned and basically sprinted away, barging into Sam's room with shaking hands and pulling the door shut as fast as possible. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

So that could've gone better.

Or worse.

Even though you didn't know how much worse it really could've got.

Worse, maybe, if you didn't know now how he looked shirtless. Worse, maybe, if you'd died. Or worse, maybe, if you hadn't felt the pang of affection as you had sped out of the room that you'd always promised yourself you wouldn't try to feel.

[bubbledumbbinch]

Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!

Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!

I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!

Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!

Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?

Riddle Rosehearts

In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.

When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.

Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.

Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.

Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.

“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.

When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.

You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.

When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.

When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.

Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.

As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.

Azul Ashengrotto

It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.

One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.

You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.

“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.

Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.

Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.

Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.

“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”

Jamil Viper

You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.

Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.

The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.

Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.

Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.

“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.

When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.

When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.

It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.

Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.

Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.

Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.

Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”

[angelatsumu]

hq eyeliner hc's [nsfw]

hey babies! back again with another hc type deal with some of my favorite boys!

boys are: tendou, matsukawa & bokuto <3

basically just brain rot about boys would letting me do their eyeliner <3

warnings: slight dubcon with tendou, puppy!reader, oral (f!receiving), cockwarming, fingering, not proofread

requests are open! please send some requests for anything !!

t.satori

boy definitely loves whenever his good puppy does his eyeliner

let's be honest he does it himself usually

you'd come trotting up with the mischievous look on your face, eyeliner in hand.

he just smiles, sitting on the bed and you stood over him.

a smile grows on his face as he feels you crawling into his lap, straddling his waist.

"puppy's doing so good, hm~" he teases as you wiggle your hips in his lap, trying to get a better look at his eyelids for the eyeliner placement. his hands find your waist, gripping lightly as you wiggle a bit more, earning a low groan from your lover. a blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his growing semi against your backside, hand shakily continuing to apply eyeliner to the right eyelid. a huff leaves your lips when his hands move to smooth over your thighs, spreading instinctively to give him better access to your needy heat. he notices, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. you finally manage to complete the first eye, and just as you were moving toward the second, tendou managed to get his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat. you paused, studying your sly boyfriend's face for faltering. knowing your gaze, his eyes remained closed with a coy smirk on his face as his hand began to slowly rub between your folds, gently grazing your clit with each stroke. "hmph," you whimpered, retreating backward so you sat on the edge of his lap, hands just out of reach from your cunny. Tendou lets out a sigh, hands finding your hips and dragging you back into his lap, hard-on pressing into your heat intentionally. "finish what you started, puppy, or i wont be nice." you blushed at his words, craning your neck to begin work on his second eye. Tendou's fingers skillfully swipe aside your panties to collect your slick, spreading it over your clit with a pleased groan. Your cunny clenched around nothing as you whined, arching your back so your bodies pressed closer together. "puppy~" he scolded teasingly, pressing tight circles into your clit as you began to writhe beneath him. "tori, no fair," you whined softly, trying your hardest to focus on the last swipe of eyeliner. just as the pencil met his eyelid, tendou's two fingers penetrated your tight hole, walls immediately fluttering around him as your climax came closer. you whined once more, pressing your hips further onto his fingers in a wonton attempt to get some release. "i warned you~" tendou scolds, fingers moving at a punishing pace as his freehand circles around to rub tight circles into your swollen clit. "please, i-i'm so close~" he would rolls his eyes if they were open at your whining, and you knew that as your legs began to shake, body growing hot as your boyfriend continued to pleasure you. just as you feel that tight coil about to snap, tendou's ministrations on your needy heat cease, and he peaks an eye open to take in the disappointed look on your face. tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as you needily press your thirsty cunt into his hand, making a sloppy attempt of fucking his fingers. Tendou groans in annoyance, swatting at your clit which sends a jolt through your body. "eyeliner, pup. that's all you asked for." you know he's teasing but you can't help but cry a little at the thought of him doing this to you again. just as you go in for your second attempt, tendou's fingers are working you again. his fingers are crossed this time, giving you an irresistible feeling that with any clit stimulation would send you barreling to the edge. you begin to protest, not wanting to be edged right now—you were so sensitive for him, and this he adored more than anything—but tendou shuts you up. "you don't get to tell me no until you finish the fucking thing you begged me to do," he huffs, smirking at the whimper and feel of your salty tears on his skin. tendou loved you, but he loved being mean, too. finally, you finish the swipe across his eyelid, hoping that tendou's merciless behavior ceases, but he has other plans. his eyes flutter open, immediately pinned on you as his free hand once again finds your clit, rubbing figure-eights that have you seeing stars. the way you're squeezing him is driving him crazy, and all he knows is that he needs you to cream for him. your legs start shaking and you collapse against his chest, crying out his name as your orgasm washes over you in waves. his hands never stop pumping in your addictive cunny, and tendou smiles

down at you as if to say, "we aren't done yet".

m.issei

he let you do it when he saw you watching a tiktok of some dude saying he wanted a girl to sit in his lap and do his eyeliner

the issue wasn't that you were allowed to do it, it was that he knew your plan and he played dumb the entire day about it

i mean mans knows you did his eyeliner so that he would get all horny and fuck your brains out, but mans plays the long game

issei just really wants his puppy to beg to be touched like the touch-starved girl she is

"you've been following me around all day, y/n". his voice almost sounds annoyed, but you know that isn't the case. your boyfriend lived for how needy you were with him, but he enjoyed the occasional front to seem less whipped. "i am your puppy, after-all," you retorted, as slight blush at your own words on your cheeks. issei pauses, turning around to see you standing there with your hands crossed over your chest, pout in full-effect. he grins, eyes raking over your form slowly before he rolls his eyes and turns around once more. "if you're gonna stand there, at least help me put the dishes away," he snarks, and you sigh, being the obedient girl he knew you to be. as you're putting the last few dishes into the dishwasher, you feel issei's palm press into your lower back. a sigh leaves your lips as he takes place behind you, leaning so his lips were against your skin. "how about you get a better look at this eyeliner between your legs, hm?" an audible whimper leaves your lips as your tease of a boyfriend backs away, feigning innocence as he looks for an imaginary beverage in the fridge. "issei~" you whine softly, making your way over to him. he glances at you with a smirk on his face, eyebrows raised in fake surprise. "Hm, so horny puppy forgot her manners~" He's teasing and you know it, but you can't bother with games when he stands before you like this, grey sweats hanging low on his hips and hair disheveled. you try to pry your eyes from the prominent dick print, just enough to not get caught, but matsun's chuckle gives it away. matsun closes the fridge, moving to tower over you before backing you into the counter. "staring is impolite, puppy." his arms take place on either side of the counter, caging you in as you let out a whine. he notices your neediness, especially in the way you move your thighs together to create friction for that desperate clit of yours. your lover smirks down at you, shaking his head as he immediately drops to his knees. "you might wanna hold on, puppy~ " before you can process his words, issei's gotten your panties off, forcing them into your mouth. He raises his shirt you're wearing, eyes marveling at your cunny. he breathes in your scent like it's his last breath, licking his lips hungrily as he does so. issei hoists your right leg over his shoulder, sliding in closer to your needy heat. matsun's tongue licks a fat stripe between your folds, warm muscle sending involuntary chills down your spine. his eyes peer up at you, watching your face contort as he delicately presses his tongue into your clit, slowly drawing circles there. a gutteral groan leaves his lips as he feels your slick covering his mouth and cheeks, moving his tongue to lap up the entirety of your cunny at a faster but precise pace. your hands take purchase in his hair as he circles your clit once more, paying close attention the shuddering of your body with each stroke. his hands have a tight grip on your legs as he uses his left to hoist your left leg over his shoulder, rendering you helpless to his will. he pressed your further into the counter, groaning as you involuntary buck your hips against his tongue, desperate to feel his hot muscle inside your cunt. "behave, puppy," he scolds you, continuing to sloppily lap up your wetness as he feels your body quake beneath him. he needs you to cum, so desperate to satisfy his needy puppy after denying her for so long—for him. issei moves his tongue to your entrance, circling sloppily before pushing the muscle into your pulsing walls, and the pull on his hair tells him all he needs to know. matsun's tongue thrashes within you, moving at just enough speed you're seeing stars and losing your grip on your release. he manages to slide a hand between the two of you, massaging your clit with gentle rigor, and moaning into your heat, using the entirety of his tongue to lap up your slick. with a final pinch of your clit combined with the pressure of his tongue thwarting inside you, your orgasm washes over you and you're seeing white, nothing but issei matters as your hips buck wildly

against him. he grins into your cunny, knowing he's done well for his puppy.

b. koutaro

loves the eyeliner in the boys lap trend!

would probably see you doing it one day, and he's like hm?

and then he sees a tiktok of a dude saying he loves when his girl does eyeliner in his lap, and he's like uh, yeah?

so he sends you the tiktok, and you're more than happy to fulfill his fantasy or whatever

he, being the needy boy he is, suggests cockwarming while doing his eyeliner. (bo loves cockwarming doing anything but that's for another day)

"come on, puppy, please~" he whines, legs spread with a hand down his grey sweatpants. you sighed, your strong will wearing thin whenever your boyfriend gave you the puppy dog eyes. bo' loved you and he was constantly looking for ways to keep you guessing, keep you excited about his touch. he knew he never had to try very hard, but still he enjoyed the chase of it all. you clambered into your boyfriends lap, sinking onto his length slowly with a wince. he grinned at your faintly pained expression, knowing his girth always took you off guard. you sat in his lap, smiling at his excited features and he blushed softly under your gaze. it took everything in him not to tear you apart, completely disregarding the eyeliner. as you got situated, your velvety walls clenched around earning light whimpers from your beloved himbo. he grimaced, knowing he didn't want to ruin the intimate experience at hand. "please just start, puppy," he whined, wriggling under your touch as he grew restless. you smirked at him, enamored by your easily excitable boyfriend. you reached to start the first swipe of eyeliner on his left eye, straining in his lap to reach his eyes. as you approached, bo couldn't keep his eyes off of where you two were connected, and that made you blush. "kou, please close your eyes," you huffed and he obliged. his hands instinctively found your waist as you wiggled in his lap once more, his cock twitched inside you at the slight movement. a soft whimper left your lips at the sensation as you struggled to remain focused on the task at hand. with the first swipe across his eyelid, kou thrusted lightly into you, growing too restless to sit still. "bokuto~" you whimpered, withdrawing your hand and lightly pinching his cheek as you shifted attention to the other eyelid. "hurry up and finish so I can fuck you, puppy~" his tone was gruff and urgent, and you blushed, nodding softly. needless to say, the second swipe took no longer than two seconds and your brains were fucked out instantly.

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[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

[streetlight11]

Her Promise

Summary: It wasn’t a secret that you have disliked Sangyeon since you were in diapers. He was your mother’s best friend’s son. Though he was born just 27 days after you, it seems like he was a lot older than you in terms of his maturity. You don’t understand why the bad blood between you two. Until one day, you had been arranged for a marriage with him so suddenly.

Theme: arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers

Genre: angst, sad, fluff

Warnings: mentions of leukaemia, death, alcohol, swearing

WC: 10k

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! This plot just randomly came to mind. It's kind of sad and a little angsty but you'll get through reading it. I promise! also, the words in italics is a flashback :)

Your family has been a close family friend to the Lee’s family and that was because your mother and Mrs Lee were best friends since high school. Also the reason why you were only 27 days older than Mr and Mrs Lee’s only son. However, not everyone has a happy friendship. In this case, it was you and the said son. His name was Lee Sangyeon and it was pretty obvious that you two could never get along since you were in diapers.

Despite your mothers being best friends and have been for the past 30 years, give or take. It’s no wonder that when they were pregnant with the both of you, they kept fighting with each other over small silly things when they barely got past even the slightest of arguments throughout their friendship.

And yet, it seems like luck was never on your side to begin with because throughout your whole education life up till today, he always ends up in your school or at least the school that you chose specifically hoping to be as far from him as possible.

It always baffles you how he would be the first person you spot amongst the crowd during the first day of school.

Did he do all these on purpose?

Why would he go to this extent just to annoy you if you both hated each other?

Maybe he didn’t in fact do this on purpose, but still, what are the odds that you end up in the same campus amongst the hundreds of schools available? That was a mystery you never plan on solving.

It was a bright Tuesday afternoon, students were scattered all over the large campus of Hangang University. You had just parked your car in a free space, exiting your vehicle before proceeding to lock it and walk towards the Computer Science building. You were halfway through the parking lot when someone suddenly swung an arm over your shoulder.

“Good morning my favourite person in the world!” Lisa giggled to your left as Rosie appeared on your right with her usual beaming smile that could melt hearts with just a glance.

“Hey girls, you’re early” You asked with a soft chuckle knowing Lisa was always late for class.

“Yeah, I wanted to leave my apartment now like I always do but Rosie begged me to drive her today because her baby is in the workshop.” Lisa huffs, only for the blonde girl on your right to defend herself.

“Hey, at least we got here on time. You’re welcome.”

With that, Lisa stuck out her tongue at Rosie, earning a laugh from you. The three of you continued to walk to the CS building, only to find Jennie and Jisoo chatting by the lockers while Jennie scavenged through her locker.

“Ew, is it just me or is the barbeque chicken a little dry today?” Jisoo scowls as she drops the chicken leg back onto her plate.

“No, I agree. It’s foul.” Lisa’s face contorts in disgust before you speak up.

“Do you guys want my salmon instead? I'm kind of full already.” You said, only to find them staring at you in concern. They began asking you if you were feeling okay and if you needed any medication of any sorts. To which you shook your head and just told them you were already full from the breakfast your mother made for you before she left for work with your dad.

Lisa and Jisoo ended up sharing your salmon piece, making you smile. At least your food wouldn’t be wasted, you thought.

A few hours later, your classes for the day were finally over. All you know is that your bed has been waiting for your arrival since the minute you left for school. You left class slightly later, telling the girls you had something to discuss with your lecturer regarding the assignment.

You told them to just head home first and not wait for you.

Almost 20 minutes later, you finally left the lecture room to head towards the parking lot where you had parked your car earlier. Your mind was clouded with the assignment requirements as you scrolled through the soft copy of the assignment through your email, too caught up in your thoughts to notice the group of boys walking down the hall.

That wasn’t until your shoulder roughly collided against someone’s back. It sent your whole body to stumble back from the impact. You were about to apologize when you heard a snicker coming from whoever it was.

So you glanced up and lord behold, it was just the person you were looking for…

Not really.

“Can you pay attention to where you walk? It’s not that hard to use your eyes.” Sangyeon’s voice was monotonous yet a pitch higher than others, just like his ego.

“That’s because you’re in my way, Lee.” You said sarcastically as you walked past him, not forgetting to purposely bump into his arm. He let out a scoff under his breath, fiery glare burning a prominent hole into the back of your head.

God, you can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Him included.

A few days later, it was finally a Friday. You heard words going around campus saying that one of the seniors in the school’s football team was having a frat party at his place tonight. He invited everyone in the football team, and people that he knew. Turns out he also told his teammates to bring whoever they wanted whether he knows them or not.

Lucky for you (or maybe not), Rosie’s boyfriend happens to be one of the football players. If you remember correctly, his name is Yunhyeong.

And so you already know where this is going.

Hence, the reason why you were now standing right outside the house where the party was held.

No doubt the house was a beautiful landed property at the hills that overlooked the city, it still didn’t give you complete comfort knowing that you would be surrounded by drunk young adults who have no care in the world once the alcohol takes over their system.

Sure you sometimes go to these parties but you weren’t really that type of girl. It’s always an unpleasant surprise to others who aren't your girls, when you decline their offers of alcohol saying you don’t drink.

Though there were instances where you’d have some people still insisting on giving you a drink, you rejected them firmly whether they liked it or not.

And today was no different.

One moment, you were talking to your friends. Another moment, and you were suddenly left alone by the kitchen island. Isolating yourself from the countless intoxicated bodies, dancing freely without a single care in the world.

It suddenly dawned on you that you were indeed alone, with no other individual that you recognize in that huge house. Your friends were scattered around the main living area, each of them either with their significant other or just randomly hooking up with someone. Using alcohol as an excuse to be brave and approach someone at a party like this.

You sighed, reaching into your back pocket to fish for your phone. You were so close to texting them you wanted to head home first, when a deep voice broke your little bubble of thoughts.

“Hey… Y/N right?” The handsome boy asked as he smiled down at you softly.

He clearly didn’t seem too drunk, nor was he completely sober like you.

“Yeah… you are?” You asked, hoping you didn’t sound like a bitch.

“I’m Changkyun. I see your friends have left you so I thought maybe you’d want some company?”

Well, at least he’s being considerate enough.

“About that… I was actually about to-” As you were talking, your eyes were searching the room for at least one of the girls. But instead, your gaze was locked on a specific individual who was leaning against the staircase railings just staring at you with a subtle frown on his face, making your voice halt in your throat.

It was Sangyeon.

You should’ve known he would be there tonight. He’s the freaking midfielder in Hangang U’s soccer team for goodness sake!

For some reason, the moment you met his eyes, it was as though you got sucked into a black hole with no way to escape. That wasn’t until the warm touch on your arm made you jolt away and soon turned back to Changkyun who was now staring at you with worry.

“Hey? You okay? What’s wrong?” He asked, hoping he didn’t scare you away by that simple touch.

“Y-Yeah… Sorry Changkyun, but I think I’m gonna head home. See you around.” You gave him a sincere smile before turning to leave after he said his goodbye.

There is no way you’re gonna stay there any longer. It’s not like you were drunk or anything. Not like you’d expected him to show up in black leather pants, dark grey button down shirt tucked in, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair parted close to the middle to frame his face and show his forehead, attractively. And definitely not like you felt as though your stomach was doing a flip in your abdomen after seeing him there physically.

Right?

No. You still hate him. He’s just a walking nuisance in your life. You don’t feel anything for him. Maybe he needs to stop appearing in your line of vision every 5 minutes.

It’s been two weeks since that frat party in which you had texted your friends saying you were already at home. Of course you didn’t get a response immediately but they still replied to you the next morning, telling you they were safe and they were glad that you were too.

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon where students were all stuck on campus with nowhere to go. You were just seated at a wooden table alone with your laptop and scattered notes on the surface when the ray of sunlight that was previously shining down on you, got blocked by a figure.

You glanced up and not surprisingly, it was Sangyeon. He was alone. For once. He was always with his friends, so you wondered why he chose to walk around alone today.

“What?” You asked nonchalantly before looking back down at your laptop.

You heard a scoff from him only for him to speak up, “Did your parents tell you?”

You got confused as you looked back up to him and blinked, incredulously at what he just asked you.

“Tell me what?” You asked. He wasn’t sure if he was faking it or not but he figured with how genuinely confused you look, it was quite clear you weren’t pretending to not know what he was referring to.

“My parents are coming over to your home this weekend to discuss ‘something serious’. I’m not going. I’m not about to sit there and listen to what the ‘something serious’ is, let alone sit there trapped and stare at you the whole night.” Sangyeon said blankly as he burned holes in your head.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you there anyway.” You scoffed, only for him to push himself off the table and smoothed down his shirt.

Sangyeon left without saying anything else, watching as he turned his head as though in search of his friends. However, the minute you looked back down at your laptop, it seems like you missed the way he glanced at you subtly before turning back in front.

That same day, you went home to find your parents in the living room. Your father was watching the news on the flat screen tv while your mother was just watering the potted plants on the shelves.

The minute you stepped into the living room, your father turned to you and smiled brightly, “Oh, sweetie you’re back. We wanted to tell you that Mr and Mrs-” but before he could finish, you did it for him, stunning them in the process.

“-Lee are coming over this weekend to discuss ‘something serious’... I know.”

With that, your mother and father glanced at each other before a smile appeared on their faces again. You already knew what they were about to ask so you beat them to it.

“Sangyeon told me… So what’s so serious that they wanna come over here and talk about it?” You asked, not knowing what to expect but all you got was silence.

“We have to wait till everyone’s there.”

“Not everyone’s gonna be there…” You said.

“What do you mean?” Your mother asked.

“Sangyeon said he’s not coming. He doesn't want to.”

“B-But, he has to be there. It’s important.”

“What’s so important that he has to be there for?” Your voice laced with annoyance at the thought of having to sit in a room with him for minutes too long. Your parents got quiet before your mother spoke up again but for some reason, her voice sounded weak.

“You’ll know on Saturday.” She gave you a weak smile. Too weak to the point that she almost looks… pale?

Why is she pale?

But your mind was too jumbled up with what the main topic for this said family dinner would revolve around. Hence, why you were now sprinting up the steps and to your room. You didn’t want to think about it anymore. You just hoped the weekend passes by before you know it.

Saturday came in a flash and to say you were ready for whatever family gathering this was, is definitely a lie. You were curious. You were desperate to know just what important business is there to discuss with you and Sangyeon. Despite knowing he won’t be there for whatever this meeting is about, it still rendered you curious on just how important this said matter is.

You were told to look presentable even though you’ll just be at home. So you pulled out the nicest outfit you could find and just opted for a simple blouse and your denim jeans.

Once you were done getting ready, you left your room only to hear your mother calling out to you from downstairs, “Y/N sweetie, the Lee’s are here!”

You made your way down the marbled steps, ready to greet the elder couple when your eyes fell on their son who clearly said he wasn’t going to be here. But of course, it looked like he had been forced against his own will to be here and you were right.

“Oh! My sweet Y/N! It’s been so long. How are you my dear?” Mrs Lee asked as you broke your gaze from Sangyeon only to smile happily when you looked at his parents.

“Hello Mr and Mrs Lee. I’m doing well despite my crazy uni life. I hope you’re both well and healthy!” You said as Mrs Lee hugged you warmly like how she had been doing since you were young.

After greeting them, the 6 of you began walking to your dining room. You then turned to Sangyeon who was walking beside you, only to ask out of curiosity, “Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna come?”

With that, he turns to you and shoots daggers at you through his glare but it does nothing to scare you away.

“Do I look like I wanna be here?”

“Clearly.” You said, just to get on his nerves and it did.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d gladly fuck myself too.”

Sangyeon frowns at your comment despite knowing it was sarcastic. But he still found it amusing that it came out from your mouth. Sure you’ve cursed him a lot of times when you fought with him, but this was a different thing.

All of you finally sat down in the dining room, you helped your mother set the table.

A few minutes went by and everyone was just chatting amongst one another. Well, more specifically the elders while you and Sangyeon simply sat there across each other in silence. You were absentmindedly picking on your food, suddenly losing appetite.

All you wanted was for them to start discussing the very important business. Which is why your patience has run thin, making you blurt out the question that has been floating in your head since Wednesday.

“What’s the important thing you called me and Sangyeon here for?”

The room fell silent as you kept your eyes on your plate of untouched food. Completely ignoring the way Sangyeon had his eyes trained on you. After what felt like hours, your mother finally announced it.

It made your heart stop for a moment.

“We have decided to marry you off with Sangyeon.”

That was the last thing you ever wanted to hear from them. Never did you expect it to be this. Why were they doing this to you? Of course you know you’re single and not dating anyone but still… How could they?

“What?!” Both you and Sangyeon said in unison.

Tension filled the air, thick in its wake. You couldn’t look elsewhere except for your mother who had announced the news.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You mumbled under your breath as Sangyeon got up, letting the chair drag painfully across the wooden floor. His mother grabbed his wrist to stop him but he roughly yanked his wrist from her and simply replied with his firm answer, “There’s no way I’m marrying her. I’m out.”

Sangyeon stormed out and you were so tempted to do the same but all you could do was glare at your parents in disbelief.

“Sweetie-” Your mom began but you were quick to interject.

“No! That’s not happening! Mom, you know we hate each other! How can you ask me to marry him when I don’t even love him?!” Your voice was raised as you stood up from your seat. Blood boils in your veins, heart pounding rapidly in your chest out of pure anger. You wanted nothing more but to scream.

You turned in your heels to leave but your mother caught your hands when you were about to reach the stairs. You pulled your hand from her grip, throwing your arm behind your back from the force.

“Sweetie please, listen to me-”

“No mom! I’m not marrying him and that’s final!” You yelled, too furious to even notice the way your mom had clutched her chest as her breathing started to become shallow.

Before you knew it, your mother collapsed to the ground but you were quick to catch her body right when she was about to crash onto the hard wooden floor.

“Mom!” You gasped as your dad and both of Sangyeon’s parents rushed over to where you were.

Mr Lee called the ambulance in which they came just 10 minutes later, carrying your mother’s unconscious body onto the stretcher and bringing her into the ambulance. Your father followed her in the vehicle while Mr Lee offered you a ride there.

Hours passed and you were waiting patiently outside the ER when a doctor came out. Your dad rushed over so you could only guess that she was the one who attended to your mom.

“Doctor, how’s my wife?”

“Your wife’s still under constant checks but so far, her heart is beating stably. However, it seems that her abnormal white blood cells have rapidly multiplied since her last check up.” The doctor said, making you frown.

“White blood cells? What’s going on? What’s wrong with my mother?” You asked desperately, still not sure of what’s going on.

“Your mother was diagnosed with Leukaemia stage 2 but from what I saw today, I believe it’s now up to stage 4.” The doctor announced, making you even more confused.

“What?” You whispered as you stared at your dad, hoping that it’s not true. But all you got was a disheartened smile that broke you into a million pieces.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered to him sadly, upset that they’ve been keeping this a secret from you.

“I’m sorry baby, but your mother told me not to. She… She didn’t want you to get worried.” He replied.

You don’t understand. You knowing about this was better than keeping it hidden from you. If you had known about this sooner, you wouldn’t have shouted at her. Instead, you would have taken extra care of her. You would have given her more love than what she gave you. And you wouldn’t have to stand here, right now, hoping for your mother’s safety and health.

You slumped onto one of the chairs, staring into space as your father rubbed soft circles into your back to calm you down.

Three days passed and you have been visiting your mother at the hospital diligently after your classes. You stayed till night time, allowing your dad to fetch you from the hospital after he also came by to visit your mom.

You were currently alone in the room with your mom as your dad went out to buy dinner for all three of you.

She was just lying there sleeping peacefully after having a deep conversation with her about some things, her eyes now closed, breathing consistent, chest heaving up and down according to her oxygen intake.

You were just about to doze off when the heart rate monitor suddenly began beeping rapidly. It caused you to panic as you ran out of the room to call for the nurses.

When you came back, your mother was shaking on the hospital bed. Tears started streaming down your face as you found yourself curled up in the corner just watching the hospital staff do whatever is necessary to help your mother.

You didn’t notice your dad who had just come back, only to rush to you after putting the food down on the desk. It was when he cupped your face, that you finally realized his presence.

He pulled you against him as you couldn’t tear your eyes off your mother’s figure, shaking violently on the bed.

It was as though someone had dropped a bomb just a few feet away, a deafening silence pierced your ear drums followed by the single beep sound that was continuous without a pause. The sound soon became a mere ring in your ears.

You slowly brought your line of sight towards the heart rate monitor beside your mother’s bed and that’s when you saw it. The painful straight line with no spikes going up or down.

That’s when you knew, she was gone.

No. This can’t be real. This is just a dream. Wake up Y/N. Pinch yourself. Slap yourself. Do whatever it is to wake yourself up from this nightmare!

And yet, you’re still there in your dad’s arms listening to the nurse who wrote down the words you never hoped to hear.

“Patient is Jeong Hyemin. Time of death, 2143hrs.”

All the more you cried harder against your father’s chest. You were broken. Completely and utterly broken. Your mother left you before you could even say goodbye. She left before you could even tell her that you love her unconditionally even though you told her that everyday.

As much as your heart hurts, you knew you had to accept it. You knew you had to be strong for your mother. And that was exactly what you did.

The next whole week, you didn’t come to school. You emailed your lecturers personally and told them about your loss. They all sent you their well wishes for you and your dad, to which they excused you from school to attend your mother’s funeral. It broke you but you couldn’t collapse just then.

Your mother would want you to be happy, to continue living a wonderful life, with or without her. And that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

The next two weeks came as a blur and you were dreading for the day to finally arrive. You couldn’t bring yourself to look in the mirror and see what you looked like. Because at that very moment, you were in an item of clothing where you never thought you would wear anytime soon.

It was a wedding dress. Your wedding dress. It has finally come to this.

Your makeup stylist did a few touch ups to your eyeshadow whilst another lady adjusted the bow on your waist that separates your laced top with your beautiful silk gown that drops to the floor elegantly behind you.

If you were being honest, you had hoped for this very day to come when you would walk down the aisle with your arm linked with your dad’s while your mother stood at the front row, watching you proudly. Witnessing you entering a new life with your chosen partner whom you’d love with all your heart.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the case for you and it hurts you. But you kept telling yourself the same thing over and over again.

“I have to stay strong.”

That was the last thing you mumbled to yourself as you left the bride’s room, only to head towards the outdoor wedding ceremony where your parents had already booked an incredibly beautiful mansion located at the highest hills of the city.

It was a small ceremony with only your family and his, and very close relatives of both sides but that was it. None of your friends were there but you already told them about today.

Little did you know, his friends knew about it too.

You were approaching the outdoor garden where everyone was waiting for you when all of a sudden, your emotions started swirling in you.

A tear rolled down your cheek the minute you saw your dad standing at the doorway which leads you directly down the aisle. Your dad gave you a soft smile before cupping your face and kissing your forehead. He wiped the tear away with his thumb as he whispered, “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m sure your mother would be so happy to see you like this.”

With that, you had to force your tears back, swallowing them as you nodded before linking your arm with his.

The song started playing and soon, both of you began to walk down the aisle. The first thing you saw was Sangyeon standing at the foot of the platform. He was wearing a navy blue tuxedo, looking quite handsome if you were being completely honest.

But the frown on his face was evident enough for you to know that he didn’t like this as much as you didn’t like this either.

Once you were standing just two feet away, you turned to your dad who kissed you again on the forehead before putting your hand in Sangyeon’s outstretched ones. After your dad left your side, Sangyeon guided you up the steps carefully.

His touch was soft, almost as if he wasn’t touching you at all. Minutes went by and right after you’ve both said your vows, it was time for the exchange of rings and sealing the deal with a kiss but of course, neither of you agreed to it. So when you were officially announced as husband and wife, you both looked at each other with a familiarity in your eyes which screamed “I hate all of this”.

Sangyeon lets out a soft groan before planting a chaste kiss to your temple, pulling away as soon as he kisses.

Both of you walked back down the aisle and once you were in the mansion, it took you less than a second to walk away from him and make your way straight to the bride’s makeup room.

Sangyeon didn’t bother to call for you as he too made his way to the common room, wanting to be as far away from you as possible. He hated every single minute of this. He never wanted this. But he was being forced to. And he doesn’t even know why.

When he heard from his parents that you accepted the arranged marriage, it baffled him.

You were both so adamant on rejecting this whole fiasco during that night of the dinner so what changed your mind?

That was a question he could never solve.

Days became weeks and you had moved into the new home that his parents and yours bought for Sangyeon and you to live in. It was a beautiful one story home that had 3 bedrooms, one study room, one living room and a backyard complete with a swimming pool. You were thankful for the home but you didn’t think it was necessary considering the state that you and Sangyeon were being put in.

Nevertheless, you didn’t want to disappoint the elders. Hence the reason why you moved in with Sangyeon without a single argument with your dad and in-laws.

Unfortunately, the fact that you two were now living under the same roof, it was quite expected of you to end up fighting over the smallest little things. If being within radius of each other on campus brought unnecessary snickers and curses to one another, living under the same roof only heightened those said things by 80%.

There wasn’t a day where you could walk around the house peacefully unless the other wasn't home.

It has been 8 weeks since you lived there with him. Despite the constant fights and heated arguments that the two of you often get into, none of it leads to the other doing unfaithful things behind each other’s back.

Before the marriage, it was quite clear that you weren’t in any sort of relationship with anyone nor were you the kind to sleep around with strangers you just met at a club or parties. Whereas, Sangyeon on the other hand was completely that, except he too was single. He tends to sleep around with girls he met at a party or the clubs he went to.

But never did he actually pursue any of his one night stands because he simply didn’t feel that way for them.

However, when he got married to you despite being against it, he made a promise to himself that he should not do all those things to you even if he doesn’t love you. Because he knows that it’s wrong and that he despises people who cheat on their partners.

For that, he told himself not to be that monster.

And he didn’t. Thankfully.

But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t storm out of the house after an argument just to get fresh air and be away from you at that very moment.

This goes both ways as sometimes, you would do the same if you couldn’t stand being in radius of him.

But tonight was different.

You were just washing the dishes when the front door opened to reveal a very drained Sangyeon who had just gotten back from the gym.

He strolled through down the hallway with his duffle bag strap resting on his right shoulder, the wet patches on his grey tank top sticking to his torso, black track shorts resting on his hips. His hair was slicked back from being drenched in sweat.

You spared him a quick glance over your shoulder before you turned back to the dirty dishes. Unfortunately for you, he caught you glancing just in time.

He walked past you to go to the fridge after putting his bag down on the floor, opening it and immediately grabbing the bottle of iced water sitting there patiently for him to take it. He downed half the bottle in less than 5 seconds, only to hear him let out a satisfied sigh right after.

You remained quiet as he looked at you for a moment, a small part of him wanted to ask you if you’ve eaten but a bigger part of him, more so his ego, was telling him to walk away.

For some reason, he decided to go with the former. Something he hasn’t been doing all these years.

“Had your dinner yet?” He asked, making you turn off the tap after setting down the clean dish onto the rack above your head before turning to him with a slight confusion on your face.

“Mhm. You?”

“Not yet.” He said as he leaned his hip against the counter top.

“What do you feel like eating?” You asked, wiping your hands dry with the towel hanging off the hook on the wall.

“I kind of have the feel for kimchi fried rice… I’ll just make do with what is there in the fridge. No worries.” Sangyeon said with a soft smile on his face before he left to take a long shower. Something he always did when he had a lot going on in his mind.

The minute he left, you stared at his descending back for a minute before turning back with a confused frown on your face.

Sangyeon was in the shower for almost 20 minutes. Taking a warm bath to calm his tensed muscles due to the intense workout he did with Juyeon and Hyunjae earlier. After his stress relieving bath, Sangyeon changed into a pair of sweatpants and his oversized shirt he normally uses to sleep.

He towel dried his hair, leaving it in an utter mess on his head with no care whatsoever.

He simply brushed through his wet locks with his fingers haphazardly before leaving his bedroom toilet. Sangyeon and you weren’t sharing bedrooms. It was just a mutual agreement right from the first night together.

You took the master bedroom in this house while he took the second bedroom.

Sangyeon was just walking down the hall, scratching the back of his head randomly when he caught a strong whiff of something delicious filling his nostrils.

“What the?” He whispered to himself as he cautiously made his way closer to the end of the hall. The minute he made a right turn, that’s when he saw you scooping out the contents of the pan into a clean plate. To his surprise, it was the exact dish he told you he was planning to cook earlier.

He finally stepped out of the shadows, only to startle you.

You flinched but that was it.

“Hey… I figured you’d be too tired to cook so I made it for you. Just leave the plate in the sink after you’re done. I’ll wash it later.” You pressed your lips into a small little smile before placing the dish on the kitchen island together with a spoon.

Right when you were about to leave the kitchen, his voice stopped you from walking any further only to hear him whisper a soft “thank you” to you.

You gave him a nod and soon left.

Sangyeon stares at your descending back before you disappear from his trail of sight, only to then tilt his head in amusement at your sudden kind act. For some reason, he found himself smiling as he took a mouthful of your delicious fried rice.

Another 3 weeks went by and you had just gotten back from your night study session with Lisa and Jennie, only to find Sangyeon slumped on the couch. He had his face buried in his hands as he looked like he hadn’t slept for days.

You frowned as you locked the door and soon went over to stand behind the long couch, diagonally from the couch he was sitting at.

“Rough day?” You asked quietly, but all you got was silence so you tried again.

“Have you eaten?”

Silence.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

Silence.

“Sangyeon, even if you hate me, at least say yes or no so I can-” And that’s when he bursts.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sangyeon yelled as he glared at you. His nostrils flared upon every heavy breath he took. You were stunned by his harsh tone, clearly not wanting any argument when you first asked the question.

“Excuse me?” You asked with a tone that was pretty obvious to anyone that you were clearly offended by his words.

“Didn’t you hear me?! I said shut the fuck up!” Sangyeon stood tall, his face red as you could only imagine he was stressed about something. A scoff left your lips, feeling the anger seeping through your skin with every word he said to you.

“Why? Why do you want me to shut the fuck up so badly?!” You asked as you stared at him with mixed emotions.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying!” Sangyeon growled as he began to storm off but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Answer my fucking question, Lee Sangyeon! I was just being nice and caring about your well being and all I got was to shut up? You’re a fucking asshole you know that?” You said, your words filled with venom as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching tight.

“Who taught you to be such a brat? Your mother?” Sangyeon accidentally blurted that out of sheer anger. Your grip around his wrist left and the next thing he knew, your eyes were glossy from the tears threatening to fall.

“Don’t bring my mother into this.” You warned but he was still fuming with anger.

“Why? Why can’t I?! She’s the only reason why we’re in this stupid marriage anyway!”

You didn’t know what ran through your mind but the minute those words left his mouth, you couldn’t help but swing your hand onto his cheek. This shocked him to a certain extent as he simply glared at you but never did anything to hurt you physically.

“Do you know why I accepted the marriage proposal? Do you wanna know why I decided to walk down that fucking aisle and have myself being called as your official wife?! Well here’s the reason why. I promised my mom I would.” You paused as he remained quiet. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain as though trying to process your words.

“My mom died wanting me to marry you. She told me she wanted to see me walk down the aisle one day and into your arms. Until now, I don’t understand why she specifically wants it to be you, but that’s what she wanted. So I promised her that she would be there for when that day comes. But she left me before she could even witness that for herself. She left before I could even say goodbye. It broke me. It fucking broke me Sangyeon! That’s why I chose to accept the proposal even when…”

You stopped for a moment, not realizing that you had been crying until you tasted salty tears on your lips.

“...even when I didn’t love you. I did it because I made a promise to her. I don’t want to let her down, Sangyeon.... I never wanted any of this to happen. And I know you feel the same so I’m sorry.” Those were the last things you said to him before going to your bedroom and locking yourself in there.

Sangyeon was left standing there, feeling completely shitty with what he said to you earlier. He never meant to hurt your feelings. He should’ve known better not to mention your mom but he only said that out of pure anger.

He knows it’s his fault but his ego was too high for him to simply give in to his mistake.

He was about to just brush this off when he heard the door click and soon, you were seen leaving your bedroom with a cross body purse on you. You didn’t give him the chance to speak as you just left the house with a soft slam of your front door. He watched as you took your white mini cooper and drove out of the driveway.

“Sweetie, why don’t you want to accept the proposal?” Your mother asked weakly as you sat on the chair beside her hospital bed.

“Mom, you know I don’t love him. We’ve been fighting since we were kids. I don’t see why I should marry someone who I don’t love.”

“Oh sweetie, you can only learn to love by loving.”

“Mom, that’s just fairy tale talk.”

“Do you wanna know something?” She asked as you stared at her quietly while you caressed the back of her hand with your thumbs as he took this silence to continue.

“Your father and I weren’t on good terms too when we first met each other. We always fought in high school and it went on for quite a while until Mrs Lee set me up on this blind date and it was with your father. At first we found it ridiculous, but after that first date, I realized that maybe your father wasn’t as bad as I thought. And so, we started to slowly understand the process of loving someone and soon enough, we fell in love. Love doesn’t always come to you directly. Sometimes, you need to find it yourself.”

She paused, studying your facial expressions carefully to make sure you weren’t angry or about to burst at her for the next thing she was planning to say.

“Can you promise me something sweetie?”

“Anything… Anything at all mom.” You said with a glint of hope in your eyes.

“Can you promise me that you’ll marry Mrs Lee’s son? I don’t care when. Just… as long as it’s him. Even if I’m not around anymore...”

“Mom-”

“Please? For me?”

Your heart broke hearing her pleading voice. You don’t understand why she was so persistent in you marrying him but for now, you couldn’t bear to say no. You couldn’t bear to break her heart. So, with a heavy heart, you chose your mother’s happiness before yours.

“Okay mom… I promise. But you have to promise me too that you’ll be fine and that you’ll come back to me and dad, okay?”

“I promise, sweetheart. I love you so much.” She said.

“I love you too mom.”

That night when you came back to your old house, your dad greeted you at the door with a shocked look on his face. He asked you why you were there at such a late time so you explained to him that you got into a big fight with Sangyeon and that you wanted to stay there for the next few days. Of course your father was happy that he would finally have someone in the house with him, but he was also worried that Sangyeon would be concerned over you.

You told him not to tell Sangyeon anything and that you wanted time away from him for now, in which your dad just nodded understandingly. The next few days, you spent your days diligently avoiding Sangyeon as much as you can despite being in the same campus. Lucky for you, he had very different schedules than you.

Which means, better chance for you to avoid him and not accidentally bump into him on campus grounds. And so far, your plan is working.

It’s been at least 3 weeks since you last went home to your shared place with him and you were starting to run low on your clothing supply back at your old house. Which means, you probably had no choice but to go back there now.

In all honesty, you weren’t mad at him anymore.

You were just too stubborn to face him after that argument. But it looks like you have no other choice now.

Hence, the reason why you were currently standing outside your doorstep at 8pm, noticing the vehicles parked outside your gates. By the looks of it, those probably belonged to his friends. And you were right. Because the minute you unlocked the door, you were immediately greeted by the chattering and laughter coming from the living room.

You walked in further, carefully after taking off your shoes and placing them in the shoe rack. Right when you had just made it by the end of the hallway and the living room was in full view, that’s where you saw the 6 figures scattered around the room.

The TV was playing a movie while the coffee table was filled with boxes of pizzas and other snacks for them to munch on.

Before you could speak up, two of them noticed your presence, making the blonde haired one to say hi, “Oh, hi Y/N.”

With that, the rest of them finally turned around upon hearing their friend greet you. Sangyeon, who was standing right in front of the TV, checking the cables, whipped his head around only to lock eyes with you. He froze in his spot, unsure if this was real considering you’ve been avoiding him like a plague the past 3 weeks.

“Y/N…” Was the only thing he managed to whisper under his breath as you awkwardly chuckled, hoping you didn’t create an unsettling atmosphere for them.

“Hey…” You whispered as he carefully made his way to you. The moment he was standing right in front of you, neither of you spoke. Both of you are afraid of saying the wrong thing which could potentially lead to another argument. But Sangyeon was smart enough to know not to make unnecessary comments to you after what happened the last time. So instead, he opted for an apology.

“Listen, about that night… I- I’m really sorry… I didn’t... I didn’t know.”

You could only give him a small smile that he could clearly see was weak and almost drained as you spoke up, “It’s okay. Anyways… I think I’m gonna rest.”

He simply nodded, resisting the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you how sorry he was for treating you like crap all these while. These past 3 weeks have made him realise that he wasn’t the nicest of people to you, that he said a lot of things that had definitely hurt you in the past, that he has been nothing but mean to you.

Upon hearing your bedroom door close, Sangyeon lets out a defeated sigh before walking back to his friends who then asked him if everything was okay. After he told them that everything was indeed okay, he plopped back down on the couch but it seemed to worry his friends seeing how sad Sangyeon looked at the moment.

Whenever he was with them, he has always been the goofy, savage, often picking on the others to get a reaction out of them, kind of guy. They’ve never properly seen this softer side of him.

It’s been nearly an hour since you came home and yet, he hasn’t caught a single glimpse of you anywhere. He got worried for you, not knowing whether you’ve eaten or not. So he decided to check on you. He got up from the ground to excuse himself, telling them to just continue what they were doing.

When he arrived at your supposedly shared bedroom, he found you seated on the window couch just staring into the night sky. However, before he could even knock on the door and push it wider, he heard soft sobs from you that gradually grew louder. He stayed by the door and unintentionally listened to your whispers.

“I miss you mum… I’m sorry if I couldn’t live up to my promise just like you wanted me to. I know I’m not the best wife to him, but I’m trying… I’m trying… for you. I wish you were still here beside me. To guide me on how to be a good wife. To love someone without feeling trapped. To love someone the way you and dad loves me. I’m so sorry mum… I’m so truly sorry…”

Sangyeon’s heart shattered into a million pieces for you. That’s when he realized that his feelings for you had changed. That all he wanted to do right at this very moment was to protect you. You were broken, fragile and yet, he’s been treating you horribly all these while.

He couldn’t take it any longer. With that being said, he carefully and quietly made his way to you. Not making a sound as you had your head buried in your knees, cries getting louder the closer he came to you. However, when you felt his soft hands caress the sides of your arms, you looked up. Your eyes glistened under the moonlight, your cheeks soaked with your freshly falling tears.

At that moment, you looked so vulnerable.

So when he pulled you into his embrace, you easily let him. Burying your face into his chest as he gently rubs circles onto your back, caressing your head comfortingly.

After a few seconds of silence, you finally whispered against his chest. Just loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough that nobody standing outside the door could hear.

“I miss her Sangyeon…”

Sangyeon wasn’t sure how to respond to your confession but he tried as best as he could to make you feel better.

“And I know that she misses you too. But it’s okay, she will always be with you. You’ll be okay… I promise.” He whispered and almost immediately, you pulled back as he frowned in confusion.

“You shouldn’t promise me anything…” You said, your tears slowly getting lesser and lesser by the minute.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because the last time someone made me a promise, they promised me that they’ll be okay and that they’ll never leave me… And yet she did...” Your voice hushed. He could tell that that was your trauma. Making promises.

He felt a tear threatening to roll down his cheek but he managed to hold back. Sangyeon softly reached up to cup your face and caress your cheeks with both thumbs before he spoke up, “I’m sorry she did. I’m sorry that promise got broken. But it’s not her fault. You know it wasn’t. So let me make a promise to you now and this time, it won’t be broken.”

With that being said, you cried even harder as he just pulled you against his chest almost cradling you like a child. After almost 20 minutes in the room, he finally let go of your fragile figure and asked if you wanted to eat.

You told him you weren’t hungry and that you just wanted to rest. Sangyeon nodded, bringing you to the bed as he carefully tucked you in to make you cosy. He was about to leave you alone when you grabbed his wrists. Sangyeon turned around with such a soft gaze on you, it nearly melted you.

“Where are you going?” You asked with a soft voice, almost shy. Sangyeon found it so endearing that he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I’m gonna go back to the boys and maybe call it a night early.” He smiled, to which you felt his other hand come to wrap its fingers around your extended wrist, gently pulling it away before caressing the back of your wrist with his thumb.

“Can you come back after… please?” You whispered as you saw him smile again before putting your hand down on the mattress softly.

“I will.”

Soon enough, Sangyeon left you in the room to rest for a bit while he went back to his friends and relayed the message to them. Thankfully, the boys were very understanding. They told Sangyeon to send their well wishes to you in which he definitely would. After they left, Sangyeon went ahead and cleared the leftover trash.

Silently thanking the boys for cleaning most of the mess up before he even came back into the living room. He was almost done cleaning, not forgetting to brush his teeth before going back to your room only to find you already asleep with your back facing the door.

Sangyeon couldn’t help but smile as he closed the door behind him and soon made his way quietly to the other side of the room.

He carefully pulled the duvet up, climbing into bed after putting the duvet back down.

He very gently lifted your head up to let his right arm slide under your neck as a pillow, proceeding to pull your body closer against his chest. Once you were both in a comfortable position, he gently wrapped his other hand around your waist. Caressing your side in a comforting manner.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered as he soon drifted off into slumber.

Ever since then, both of you had stopped the constant arguments. You weren’t always annoyed by every little thing the other did. In school, when you’d accidentally bump into one another, either one would smile and acknowledge the other. Some people who witnessed this, found it strange but your close friends didn’t.

It’s been a good 4 months since you’d reconciled with Sangyeon. Though there were disagreements at times, those arguments would however, be resolved as quickly as it came.

But one thing’s for sure, is that during the past 4 months, you and Sangyeon had slowly found yourselves falling for each other. Neither of you said it out loud, but apparently those around you could visibly tell. Especially your friends.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you and the girls were just walking to the lunch hall when Lisa spotted Sangyeon and his friends just walking down the main building. It seems like they were heading towards the lunch hall as well. With that being said, Lisa called out to Sangyeon’s name, causing him and the rest to turn.

The minute Sangyeon’s eyes locked on Lisa’s and then on you, his gaze softened as you saw the corner of his lips curving upwards into a cute smirk.

They stopped walking to let you girls catch up and once you did, Lisa immediately went to Juyeon and began talking to him casually. The other girls went to walk with the rest while you came to a quick stop beside Sangyeon before you continued walking with the others ahead of you.

“How was class?” He asked, his arm accidentally brushing against yours as you walked further down the building.

“Horrible. Can you believe he wants us to submit 10 codes by the end of this week? I swear that man wants me dead.” You groaned in annoyance, only to hear him chuckle. But what he said next, caught you by surprise.

“But I don’t want you dead.”

With that, you turned to him as a small smile appeared on your face despite the frown you had. Both of you walked in silence, just basking in the conversations of your friends when you felt a soft tickling feeling on your fingers.

You glanced down to see that his hand was playfully brushing against your fingers, making you look up to catch him already staring at you.

Sangyeon smiled at you innocently, not sure if he wanted to say anything else until he felt you slide your hand into his, lacing your fingers with his easily. Now it was his turn to look down and then back up at you. All he did was chuckle, a sound you could definitely get used to.

A week passed and it was finally the weekend. You and Sangyeon didn’t have anything planned for the day.

Or at least you thought.

You were just lounging on the couch on a beautiful Saturday evening when Sangyeon came over to plop down beside you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“You’re oddly happy? What’s going on?” You asked with a raise of your eyebrow.

“I have a surprise for you but you have to go get ready okay?”

“Get ready? It’s already 7 o’clock. Where can we go?” You asked but all you got was a soft whine from him telling you to just do it. You opted to listen as he reminded you to wear prettily. You weren’t sure where you were going so you didn’t want to either overdress or underdress.

So you opted for simple denim skinny jeans, a baby blue sleeveless top, a white long knit cardigan and a pair of beige chunky heeled sandals.

When you left your shared bedroom to go to the living room, you were surprised to see him dressed handsomely in his black skinny jeans, a white button down shirt with the first few buttons undone, along with a navy blue bomber jacket. You saw him look at your outfit from head to toe, only for him to smirk playfully at you.

“Damn, who knew my wife could look this beautiful?” Sangyeon teased, making you giggle.

“Sangyeon, I literally wear jeans everyday.”

“Exactly.”

When you realized what he was trying to say, you soon found yourself blushing as you walked over to him and gently slapped his chest with your hand. Urging him to go before you slapped that cute smirk off his face.

Sangyeon couldn’t help but laugh but nonetheless left the house in his matte black Bentley. You watched as he drove down the street, bringing you to a part of the city where you don’t remember going to before in your life. The car ride was filled with jokes and laughter coming from both of you. He distracted you too much to the point where you didn’t even notice you were already at the location he wanted to bring you.

You looked out the window and that’s when you realize, “Is this an outdoor cinema?” You gasped when you saw the open field with a large screen at the centre, along with the endless rows of couples seated on their own blankets with snacks and drinks of their preferences.

“Sangyeon… This is…” You were speechless and he could see.

He chuckled as he just stared at you with such endearment in his eyes. Some people would just call it love.

“It’s wonderful.” You finally got to finish your sentence, turning to him with a smile.

“I’m glad you think so. Now let’s go! The movie’s about to start.”

Two hours had passed and you were now a few minutes in of the second movie. You noticed some couples were starting to get comfortable on their blankets. You were starting to get tired just sitting up straight and Sangyeon noticed your subtle shifts, desperate to find a comfortable sitting position.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah. I’m okay, just a little tired from sitting up.” You explained with a bashful little smile. Just then, Sangyeon thought of an idea that was completely beyond your imagination.

Hence, when he patted the space in between his legs, you glanced down and then back at him who was seen smiling softly to you. None of it was making you feel creeped out. In fact, you felt safe and that you could trust him. After all, he was your husband anyways. Of course you trust him.

“Come here.” He said as he stared at you calmly. He wasn’t sure if you were entirely up for this but before he could take his words back, that’s when he saw you carefully crawling towards the space he patted earlier.

Once you were seated in front of him, Sangyeon scooted forward a little before he slid his arms around your waist.

He soon pulled you against his chest, before he whispered in your ear, “Comfortable?”

You turned your head to look at him but instead got slightly flustered by the close proximity that led you to feeling his lips accidentally brush against your own. You got quiet for a moment, praying that he didn’t hear the way your heart was pounding against your chest.

You couldn’t trust your voice so you opted for a soft hum to answer his question. The next few minutes, you found yourself getting more and more comfortable in his arms, putting your hands on top of his forearms as you unconsciously caressed his skin in a calming manner. All the while, Sangyeon was behind you, completely distracted from the movie in front of him.

Instead, his mind was fuzzy with how close you were to him at that very moment. This was something he never thought would happen back when he was still young.

But now that he was here with you, just cuddling at an outdoor movie theatre, he couldn’t help but want more of this. Sangyeon found himself smiling as he couldn’t help but give your sides a gentle squeeze, telling you that he was there with you and that he would never leave you.

Thankfully, you got the silent message.

Because right after he did that, you turned your head to look at him. His eyes held the galaxy. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes.

Both of you were silent but it wasn’t awkward. You didn’t know what came over you but a sense of confidence washes over you. With that being said, you carefully leaned forward to close the gap and soon pressed your lips on his.

To say he was taken aback slightly, is definitely an understatement.

But it took him less than 3 seconds to finally move his lips against yours in a smooth rhythm. You brought your right hand up to gently cup his face as you kissed him.

Sangyeon tightens his hold on you, pulling away from the kiss only to look into your eyes with such adoration. He wasn’t sure if now was the right time to express his feelings for you, but he thought, what was there to lose. So with that thinking, Sangyeon took a small breath before he uttered the 3 words he never thought he’d say to you but he did. And every single word he said at that moment, was as sincere as ever.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at him before you kissed him again in a longing kiss before pulling away and replying to him with the exact emotions you felt for him genuinely.

“I love you too, Sangyeon.”

~~~

[poffitoo]

When your flatmate is a jerk.

James Barnes (Bucky) is your new flatmate and so far living together has not gone very well.

2K.

PART 2

Warnings: Not a smut, kinda soft but with a little bit of spicy. (Eng not my first language.)

You hadn't even been living together for two months and you already couldn't stand that asshole named James Buchanan Barnes. The cost of living in New York was exorbitant and when your flatmate left you alone without a previous notice you had no choice but to accept the first stranger who answered your ad, well the first one who didn't look like a serial killer or a pervert. How wrong you were… Sleeping at night had become impossible, when James didn't bring a girl, he spent the nights tossing and turning in his room. That man didn't know what rest meant. If things went on like that, your bosses were going to throw you out of work, nobody wanted a zombie for an employee. 

You needed a way to bring the matter up and make it clear to your flatmate that he had to learn to be less noisy. But how could you look him in the face and tell him that his hoarse moans were keeping you awake at night? 

Well ,that morning was going to be the definitive one, during breakfast you would tell him. The night before the blue-eyed man hadn't brought any friend with him, so you wouldn't have to face a naked stranger, just a freshly risen James, with tousled hair, no shirt, and grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. Shit, if you hated him so much for depriving you of a good night's rest, why did you bite your lip until it almost bled when you were in the same room?

"Good morning," his deep morning voice caught you off guard, making you almost choke with your coffee when he showed up in the kitchen. 

 “Morning” was the only thing you could mumble, all the determination you had gathered a few minutes before, disappeared in the presence of that man. “I was about to make pancakes, do you want some?” you managed to pull yourself together, your main idea was to soften him up with some treat and then drop the bomb.

“Sure” he accepted, a little suspicious. The fake smile on your face did not go unnoticed. Normally the only thing he got out of you in the mornings was a grunt or two.

You turned your back to him to focus on making breakfast, you just hoped you didn't burn anything, you knew your kindness hadn't gone unnoticed and James was analysing you from head to toe, making your stomach tingle from that intense stare.

You devoured the pancakes in complete silence. In the short time you had lived together you hadn’t found anything in common, so apart from things to do with the rent or the bills, you had nothing to talk about. But Barnes didn't seem to mind, he was too captivated by the way you were sucking on the honey-coated fork, although it didn't escape his notice that you wanted to tell him something, even he could hear the gears in your head turning.  

"Just say it." he grunted as your tongue went from playing with the fork to your lips, that game was starting to cause him problems in his sweatpants, and it wasn't easy trying to hide his half-erection. 

“Eh?” your innocent expression made him even more upset. 

"If you have something to say to me, say it now, I don't have all morning," he sounded more abrupt than he meant it to, but that only made all your pent-up rage of those days come out of your mouth, unfiltered. 

"All right, that's what you want... how about you keep your fucking voice down when you bring someone to the flat or better yet, why don't you join one of those sex addiction groups? Because you've got a fucking problem and I'm not going to put up with any more sleepless nights," you blurted out without thinking, your eyes fixed on the blue ones that seemed to open wider and wider with every word that came out of your mouth. 

Barnes' astonished face turned into a grin of amusement as he recovered from your speech, "Ohh, honey, I think you're overreacting. You're not jealous that I'm the only one having fun at night, are you?” he took you by your chin, caressing your jawline.

“How dare you?” you slapped him away and you were really close to punch him in his pretty face but you restrained yourself. Revenge sounded better. If he wanted to go the hard way that's how it would be, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

***

You had been chatting with a guy for a few weeks, he was cute but just not interesting enough to want to get to know him more. He had insisted a couple of times to meet and you finally found the reasons to do so. That idiot James was going to have to eat his words. Who did he think he was? The worst thing is that you hadn't been able to stop thinking about Barnes all day. You only wanted to get revenge, right? It had nothing to do with the fact that that caress had left you longing for something you couldn't yet put into words, but your imagination had, and it had given you a very clear picture of what it would be like to have James on top of you. Fuck! You just wanted to forget about it, and focus on your revenge. The date was set up, you and that guy were to meet at a bar near your house, just a little warm up before taking him with you and show Bucky how things worked.

A few hours later you were playing with your Martini. That man was really boring; he only knew to talk about him and his exes. He was so absorbed in himself that he didn't care if you were listening or not and you only could think about running away, but you had already gone too far... With a coy smile you touched his arm and batting your lashes you tried to get his attention. "I know a better place to talk." you said almost without recognizing your own voice. "My flat is very close... What do you say?" you made yourself sick. Why is it that deep down all felt so wrong?

By the time you got to your flat you were shaking in your boots, you were regretting your wonderful idea, but your stubbornness prevented you from letting James get away with it. As soon as you turned the key the last thing you expected to find was your enemy waiting for you to return, or that was the impression you got when your gazes met, Barnes had got up from the sofa and seemed to want to say something to you, but it was enough for the dark-haired man to see your companion for that feeling to disappear. "Who is this guy?" James asked with his worst manners. 

"Oh, Hi, I didn't know you'd be home" you lied through your teeth. "We don't want to disturb you, my friend and I will be in my room." you tried to sound as innocent as possible. It's fair to say that you had completely forgotten the guy's name. 

"Y/n can I talk to you for a moment?" James approached you, blocking your way to your room, but you didn't have time to dodge him because all you could think about was how good he smelled. Someone had taken a shower and his cologne was knocking out all your common sense. It was lavender and mint, right? At that point the other guy seemed to have ceased to exist. 

"We can talk later." you managed to articulate as you came to your senses. 

"Don't do this..." he stopped you by grabbing your wrist but not forcibly, just to stop you from running off with that loser. His voice sounded almost the same as always, but if you hadn't been so nervous you would have noticed that his eyes were tinged with desperation.  

"Okay, okay, what's going on here?" That big mouth remembered how to talk. The weird vibes you two were giving was too much to handle for his small brain. James stepped away from you and you froze, not knowing what to say. "Is this some weird thing like couples who like to see each other with someone else?" he added, leaving you dumbfounded. Before you could react, your flatmate did. 

"Get out of my fucking house!" he imposed, bringing out for the first time the soldier he once was. One of the few things you knew about him was that he was a veteran, but that was something he never used to talk about. His dog tags hanging around his neck gave you an idea.

Then, it all happened so fast that it seemed unreal. Barnes was shoving your date out and he was being more dick than ever. After slamming the door shut, James cornered you against it. "What the fuck was that all about?" he questioned, blocking your escape with his muscular arms. He was pissed off, you could tell by the swollen vein on his forehead and how his breath had become heavier. 

"I just wanted to have some fun..." you managed to articulate with your eyes locked on the ground as you were unable to look him in the face, too embarrassed by everything that had just happened. "Besides, I don't owe you any explanation." you dared to add. 

"So you want to have fun, right?" he seemed to snap, "I can fix that." his voice lowered a few tones and your whole body shivered when he made you look at him. "You only have to ask nicely..." his gaze looked wolfish and hungry. If he needed a reaction from you to keep going, the way you were biting your lips was enough, but at that point he wanted to make you beg. 

“Why should I?” you arched your brows with all the strength you had left. He was driving you crazy, but in a completely different way than before, however you didn't want to give up so easily. Barnes stroked your arm, barely touching you, but immediately causing goose bumps all over your skin. 

“Because that's all you can think about since this morning.” he saw right through you, but it didn't save him from being a jerk. That was enough… You were tired of him playing with you.

“Fuck you!” you pushed him with all your might, but before you could get away, he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. On the way you kicked as much as you could, but it was like hitting a wall. He left you on the edge of his bed, and crouched down in front of you with his hands up, wanting you to know that he was coming in peace. “I know I owe you an apology." he looked genuinely sorry, “This morning I behaved like a dick.”. 

“Only this morning?” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze because you knew you would be unable to resist his puppy eyes. James sat down next to you and let out a low snort.

"I know I haven't been the best flatmate." Then he plopped down on the bed and his gaze was lost somewhere on the ceiling. "I have no excuse, but this is the first time I've lived with anyone after leaving the army." he confessed and it felt like that was the first time you had a real conversation. "I guess I've lost my manners."

You dropped down next to him, mirroring him. "Your manners aren't the problem, you just need to stop moaning so loudly," you chuckled to yourself and rolled onto your side to make yourself more comfortable, finding yourself face to face with James. You felt your cheeks flush, you had never seen Barnes like that before, without that armour that seemed to accompany him everywhere he went. "I'll try my best." he laughed with you. 

You let silence fall between both of you and just stared at each other. Without really knowing how, the distance between you was getting shorter, your eyes kept going back and forth from James' eyes to his lips, he seemed to notice and with a soft grin in his face he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 2 - Noise Complaint

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None expect meanie Dean (Suspicious, isn’t it?)

WC - 2154

Square Filled - Don't put me in this position ( @anyfandomgoesbingo​ )

A/N - I promise the next chapter will have more of Dean and more conflict! This is just the beginning of a very long ride. Enjoy!

Beta’d by @miss-nerd95​

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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The silence in the cab on her way back to her apartment gave her the quality time she needed to think. In a few weeks, Meg was getting married and now, since they knew, Y/N had to show up with her 'boyfriend’. She racked her brain, scrambling to come up with a good excuse because it was all a big lie.

Every time, however, she reached two conclusions - either make a fool of herself and admit that she lied or tell everyone that she broke up and be the one person at the wedding that everyone looks down on with pitiful eyes.

There was a third option, which was risque as hell too, cause Y/N barely knew the man and their first meeting did not go so well, but there was definitely something about him that made her blush every time she thought of him.The way he carried himself and the dominating vibes he gave off, sent shivers down her spine. Maybe he wasn't a morning person and she did start blabbering in the elevator the minute she stepped in. She swallowed hard when she remembered the way her name rolled off his tongue. ‘How did he know?’ She wondered.

As Y/N boarded the elevator, she thought about how, she wanted nothing more than to see a certain green-eyed man again. She had been residing in this complex for almost three months but she had never seen the man before. Maybe he was new here, in this apartment building, who knew? Mind plagued by millions of thoughts, Y/N trudged down the empty hallway to her cosy little home.

“Who invented these fucking heels?” She grumbled as she freed her feet out of the painful, yet pretty high heels when she reached the comfort of her own home. Shrugging her coat off, she relaxed as her ass hit the soft mattress of the couch.

“I need a date in seven weeks.” She said, making a mental note of the wedding date. This was the only wedding she ever looked forward to attending where she knew she wouldn't have to face the constant stream of questions involving her dating life and a particular man. All she ever wanted was to be with her close friend on the best day of her life.

“First dress fitting - tomorrow at 10.” Her phone lit up with an incoming text and groaning, she dropped her head backwards. Y/N couldn't even skip the wedding if she wanted to. She was one of the bridesmaids and it wouldn't be fair to both Meg and Cas, if she didn't attend it. A smile graced her frowning face when she remembered the time Cas proposed to her friend on Valentine's Day. Cliche- Y/N would say, but deep down, she knew she just wanted what Cas and Meg had.

A sigh left her lips as she got up, still in her work clothes. She put on some light music as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. After the long, tiring day she had, a warm bath and a Ryan Gosling movie were very much needed. Quickly stripping off, she stepped into the tub. She leaned her head backwards, closing her eyes, as the warm water soothed her aching body and her troubled mind.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,” Y/N sang along the song, slightly off tune but she didn't care, as she stepped out of the bathroom after some time. She let go of the towel wrapped around her body and stepped into a pair of comfortable pjs. Getting a box cold pizza out from her refrigerator, she turned up the volume of the music playing in her apartment.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” Y/N yelled out the chorus when she started to heat up the pizza. Her private singing session, however, was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. She grudgingly pressed pause as she walked up to the door to find out the unwanted visitor.

“Excuse me- Ms L/N?” As soon as she opened the door, she was met by a very familiar, deep baritone that had been haunting her.

“Dean Winchester. And please, call me Y/N,” she breathed out. The formality in Dean’s voice made her cringe. Her eyes fell as she took in the man in front.

Dean had gotten rid of the dapper grey suit and slipped into a much laid back look. A black polo t-shirt fitted over his body and plain blue jeans hugging his bowlegs perfectly. The look on his face mirrored the one from the morning and Y/N wondered if he would look better with a smile on. Her train of thoughts were again rudely interrupted by the man speaking.

“I assume you're having somewhat of a casual evening,” Dean said, his hands waving to point at her pjs, making her suddenly self-conscious of her clothing state.

“Y-yeah. How may I help you?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“See, I moved in the apartment right beside you a few days ago, and I think you might have noticed sometime or the other that there are other people living in this building as well,” Dean said, his face not imparting any sort of emotions, “You might be having a casual evening but I can assure you that there's at least one person who is certainly not. Turn the music level down.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open at Dean’s words but she wasn't going to turn down the volume just because a man turned up at her door, asking her to do so. His words were sharp, but his tone was downright rude, and it was definitely not because he wasn't a morning person. The least he could have done was ask her nicely.

“Well, listen here pal, no one's having a problem, other than you. So you can go back to your room, put on some earplugs and do whatever the heck you were doing before you decided to make my day more awful,” Y/N said, taking a threatening stance with hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.

“I'll file a noise complaint report against you.” Dean warned with his pointer finger right in front of her eyes.

“It's just music. Learn to appreciate the little things in life.” She said while rolling her eyes.

“I'm a very busy man and I got work to do, alright? And speaking about music, play something actually good like Zeppelin and people will personally come up to thank you. This song is not even a classic.” Dean spat back.

“Believe me or not, everyone is a Swiftie at heart.” She smirked with a sarcastic shrug. Dean’s lips twitched in anger as his face grew more rigid before he said, “If you don't lower the volume, expect a noise complaint report delivered with your newspaper tomorrow.” He walked away before Y/N had a chance to even think of a comeback.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dean went inside his own apartment room right beside Y/N’s. She glared at the empty hallway before swinging her door shut and walked back to her room towards her amazon echo, turning the music down anyway. She couldn't risk getting a report filed against her, and the man appeared to be dead serious about what he threatened to do.

“Stupid Dean Winchester.” She grumbled.

Squinting at the clock, Y/N woke up the next morning to loud bangs on her door. 7:30 am, it read. Removing the covers, she immediately shivered when the cool air hit her bare legs.

Hair still a mess, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair, putting it on along with her slippers before she warily made her way to the door. “Dean will be complaining now for sure.” She grumbled as she unlocked her door to reveal her friend standing on the other side in a dishevelled state, eyes red like a mad woman.

“Meg?” Her face scrunched up in confusion as the said woman shoved past her into her apartment. “You’re wearing your shirt inside out.” Y/N closed the door behind her as Meg took a seat on the couch.

“Can I have some water?” Y/N dumbfoundedly nodded at her friend’s request and went to her kitchen to retrieve a glassful. Handing the glass over to her, she sat down next to the brunette who gulped down the entire glass of water in one go. Setting the utensil down on the wooden coffee table in front, she turned towards Y/N with slightly glossy eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want to go and finalise the dresses.”

Her words elicited a laugh from Y/N before she said, “Okay, bridezilla, we can reschedule it. Cas should better watch out!” She chuckled out the last words.

“No, y-you don’t understand!” Meg grabbed her friend’s hands, surprising the latter, “I don’t want to try the dress on at all.” Y/N was utterly surprised over her friend's outburst.

“Honey, you have a wedding in less than two months.” Y/N cooed as a few drops of tears rolled down the bride-to-be’s cheeks. “Meg, talk to me. Did something happen between you two?”

The woman shook her head, letting the other lady in the room know that she didn't have to kick Cas’ ass to her relief, but it confused her even further. Since their engagement five months ago, Meg had been over the moon and had started planning every minute detail with high precision and finesse for her big day.

“What if I'm making a huge mistake?”

“Don’t put me in this position. You know how I am when it comes to-”

“But I need to know, and I trust you.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before she said, “Cas is the best thing that has ever happened to you-”

“You barely even knew me when I started to go out with him. We have only been together for fifteen months - five of which I have spent being engaged to him. What if I regret this later?” Meg's words were correct. Y/N used to barely talk to her when she had started dating Cas, but all through those eighteen months, as she slowly got to know the pair well enough, she knew that they were clearly meant to be in it for the long haul.

“But I have never seen you regret your decision to be with Cas even once… so why start now?.” Y/N politely answered, her hands letting go of her distraught friend's iron-clad grasp and reaching out to soothe her.

“Sometimes even if you have been with your man for what feels like forever, marrying him might seem to be the worst decision you can ever make, but it doesn't matter how long you have been with him. When you know, you know. Follow your heart.” Meg looked up at her as she mulled her words over before speaking.

“I love him.” She said.

“Then go, be with him.” Y/N smiled. Crisis averted.

A smile started to appear on Meg’s tear stained face as her eyes twinkled with a suggestive glimmer in them. Fiddling with her sparkling ring, she said, “Dean’s good for you. Don't let him go.”

Y/N was taken aback by her friend's supposition. She sat up straight in her seat as heat crept up her neck. Her mind was stuck in a turmoil as she tried to come up with an appropriate response.

“He’s not-Dean is not-” She stuttered, the words got stuck in her throat when she tried to think of a decent excuse. Maybe, this was the universe giving her a chance to take back everything she had said before, but the disheartened look on her friend’s face made her rethink her decision. After all, a little white lie never hurt anybody. “Yeah, he is a good man.” Meg smiled as Y/N played her into the deception game once again.

“Will he be at the wedding?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What are you waiting for? Unless he is a figment of your imagination, ask him! I want to meet this certain Dean Winchester.” Meg giggled.

“I don’t have such vivid imaginations, Meg.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. She was now being given an ample amount of opportunities to tell the truth, then why was it so hard for her to deny everything she had said? Maybe she liked living in this utopian world where for once, no one deemed her as the broken, pathetic girl who failed to make a man stay. Maybe deep down, she wanted this damn lie to be true.

“I’ll ask him but you do know how men are about weddings.” She replied, having no knowledge of how to keep her end of the promise.

Chapter 3

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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Three

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of a toxic relationship, small angst

Characters: Dean, Reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned only)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Dean let you sit in his car until the rain let up a bit. "God, I hate the rain." He grumbled.

"I love it." You whisper, your eyes wandering the parking lot. "When I was younger, and there was a thunderstorm, me and my siblings would make a fort and huddle underneath it together. We loved it when the power would go out. We would light candles and grab flashlights and play board games in the dark. Sometimes Andrew would read to us. But uh - it would be scary stories," You smiled. "He would scare the ever living crap out of us. Lena and Josh would would cuddle into my side, no matter how much I hated it, they would still do it."

"You really love your siblings." Dean noted, swallowing hard, memories of Sam flooding his head.

"I do." You nodded. "They're all I have. Sure, I have my parents, but it's not the same, you know? Growing up, my siblings and I fought like dogs and cats, but we knew each other better than anyone, even our parents. Even when I go months without seeing them, when we all get together, it's like we're still little kids, ya know? We goof around, we argue, we joke. It's like none of us ever grew up."

Dean stayed silent for a moment, and you weren't sure if your message was getting across. "Look, I know we don't know each other very well, but what I'm trying to say is, call your brother. I don't know what happened between you two, but it's obvious that you love him. You shouldn't waste all your time worrying about whether you should contact him first or if he's angry with you. Time is a precious thing and people often waste it."

"Damn, you're wise." Dean gave a quiet chuckle. "But you're right. I will call him soon, I'm just not ready yet." And with that, the Impala was enveloped in silence again. That is, until Dean's stomach let out a loud rumble. "Sorry," He apologized with a sheepish grin.

"Don't worry about it." You shrugged. "It looks like the rains letting up. Do you want to come inside and I can fix you some food?"

"Oh, I don't want to impose." He shook his head.

"Nonsense. You gave me a ride home, this is the least I can do."

Dean silently debated whether or not he should take you up on the offer, but ultimately agreed, seeing as he was starving. By the time you were under cover, you were both soaked.

As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, you were met with a warm blast of heat. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine.

You began to click your tongue, calling out for your moody cat. "Storm, c'mere buddy." Your cat glared at you stubbornly from his place on the window seal. You rolled your eyes, slipping off your jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair.

"Sorry," You apologized to Dean. "My cat's being a little bitch." The man let out a laugh at your comment. "I gave him a bath and clipped his claws yesterday; now he's pissed at me."

"How in the hell do you cut a cat's nails?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Very carefully." You noticed that Dean was shivering. "Let me grab you a towel. I think I have some of my exes clothes. You're about the same size."

He was going to object when you silenced him with a look. You went to your room and began rummaging around in your draws, eventually finding a pair of black sweat pants and a grey hoodie.

"Try this," You said, handing Dean the clothes. "They should fit. You can change in the bathroom; it's the first door on the right."

While Dean went to change, you did the same. You exited your bedroom dressed in a pair of black leggings and a UK sweatshirt.

You noticed that Dean still wasn't out yet, so you went to start some food. You contemplated on what you should cook before ultimately deciding that mac and cheese would do. It was a comfort food, after all.

It would take a bit longer than usual, since you were making it from scratch, but Dean had said earlier that he had nowhere to be.

"Smells good in here." Dean noted when he walked out of the bathroom. Seeing him in Michael's clothes made your heart stop for a second, and not in a good way.

Dean and Michael had many similarities, the hair color, height, demeanor, etc. And you didn't want to be reminded of that man.

"Thanks," You said nonchalantly. "It's nothing special, but I thought you'd like it."

"So," Dean started, leaning against the counter. "This is a nice little set up you've got here."

"It's not much, but it's home." You shrugged as you stir the pot of noodles. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Storm sneaking around the corner of the kitchen, hoping for some food or a treat.

"How long have you lived here?" Dean asked.

"About five years." You informed him. "Ever since I turned eighteen I've been living on my own."

"How come?"

"You know the thing parents always say? 'As long as you live in my house, you follow my rules'? Well, I didn't like their rules so I got myself this apartment and I've lived here ever since."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, my old man was like that too. I actually did the same thing as you did. 'Cept I came back 'bout a week later." He laughed. "I was too dependent on my dad and brother. I have never lived alone before then; and to be honest, I hate living by myself. I still do."

"You never got roommates?"

"I had a few. There was Mick and Cas. Of course, I can't forget Benny." He grinned. "But they're all gone now."

"Benny?" You mumbled. "As in Benny Lafitte?"

"Yeah, why? You know him?"

"Do I?" You rolled your eyes. "That idiot's my cousin."

"Really?" Dean said excitedly. "I haven't heard from him in ages, how's he doing?"

"He's loving by the coast, and the last I heard, he met some girl named Andrea and he is head over heels in love."

"That's great." Dean smiled. "I really happy for him."

"Yeah, I expect to get an invitation to his wedding so enough. The way he talks about her, you would think he's known her his entire life."

"That's sweet. Benny seems like the guy that falls hard after one date."

"Oh yeah, he definitely is." You giggle. "He calls me after one date and says, 'Y/N, I think I'm in love. If I sent you a picture of a wedding ring, would you look at it and tell me what you think?'"

"No way!" Dean laughed.

"Yes! I had to talk him down from buying an engagement ring! I told him to wait for a year and a half, and then revisit the subject of marriage. Times almost up and he's still fawning over her. But I'm happy for him, he definitely deserves this."

You sprinkled bread crumbs on top of the Mac and cheese before popping it in the oven for a few minutes.

"You put break crumbs on your mac and cheese?" Dean questioned.

"You don't?"

"Never tried it." He shook his head.

"You caveman." You sighed. "I will just have to train you." Dean gave a harmonious laugh, which, in turn, made you laugh as well.

You grabbed a towel and pulled the mac and cheese out of the oven. You scooped some onto a plate and handed it to Dean. Both of you sat down at your small kitchen table and began to dig in.

"Oh my god." Dean said, his mouth full with food. "That is the best mac and cheese I've ever had."

"See? Told you it would be good."

"I'll never doubt you again." He mumbled as he shoveled more into his face.

You ate in a comfortable silence until there was a knock at your door. "I'll be right back." You told Dean as you opened the door.

"Mr. Pierce." You said nervously. "What can I help you with?" You knew what he wanted. And you sure as hell didn't have it.

"You're behind on rent, Y/N. I need the money, or I'll have no choice but to evict you." You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

"I-I don't have it right now. My hours have been cut and I-"

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You're a good girl, but I need someone who will lay rent on time every month. I really hate to do this, but I want you out in two weeks."

"I-It's okay, Mr. Pierce," You assured him shakily. "I understand." And with that, he was gone. You gave a shaky breath as you leaned on the door.

"Y/N?" Dean called, approaching the living room. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I will be." You nodded.

"What happened?" Dean questioned gently.

"I just got my eviction notice." You deadpanned. Dean's mouth popped open in shock. "I have to be out in two weeks."

"Crap, sweetheart. I'm sorry. What are you going to do?"

"Couch surf for a while, maybe? I know Jo will let me stay with her for a couple of days, but if her landlord catches me there, he'll throw her out too."

"What about your parents?"

You gave a cold laugh. "No, they'll never let me come home. I would stay with my older brother, but he's overseas right now. So honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do."

Dean stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "You could come live with me." He suggested.

"Dean, I really appreciate the offer, but I can't impose on you like that."

"It's okay," He assured you. "I have an extra bedroom. And it's not imposing if I'm asking. Besides, like I said before, I hate living on my own."

"Dean, we barely know each other." You tried to reason.

"Hi, my name is Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women." You let out a loud laugh. "There, now you know more about me."

"Dean-"

"Just think about it. If you can't find anywhere else to live, my door's always open. I have to go, but here's my number," He said, writing down his phone number on a sticky note. "If you need anything, call me." Dean gave you a small smile before he walked out the door.

You flopped on the couch, staring up at  ceiling. Storm jumped up on your chest, purring loudly. You gently scratched his back. "What should I do, Storm?" You asked. "Would you want to live wYou flopped on the couch, staring up at  ceiling. Storm jumped up on your chest, purring loudly. You gently scratched his back. "What should I do, Storm?" You asked. "Would you want to live with Dean? You seemed to like him." Storm gave a tiny meow, his eyes closing shut. "Real big help there, buddy."ith Dean? You seemed to like him." Storm gave a tiny meow, his eyes closing shut. "Real big help there, buddy."

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