#oh and im definitely taking you up on that marriage offer ;)
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you better feed my delusion and write a fic inspired by my recent dream i told you (the jake, heeseung thing) but pls make it less cringe and more angst than my dream, PLS I WILL MARRY YOU WHEN YOU WRITE SOMETHING IN THAT DIRECTION 🤩🤩🤩🤩
ooh yes definitely the amount of angst potential it has... 🤭
#💌 : ask-answer#🫂 : nyx.moots <3#🦋 ─ ri <3#📥 : requested#oh and im definitely taking you up on that marriage offer ;)
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omg i just read the soulbond au and im just so giddy FBEVSBDK could i request for reader writing the first year's (platonic ortho and grim if youd like :D) names on their wrist under the and how they'll react to it like if their soulmate doesnt want them it just means they're free to pick whom they love right?
Time will heal all wound
(TWST x Broken Soulbond! Reader)
5.C: Yayyy My first request (O vO)
This is kinda short though :'D)
Pairing: First-year students x g/n Reader (Ortho and Grim will be platonic)
Warning: :D)
It's not something too special, just their name, written on your wrist, as simple as that. But they can't help but drown in love. You've bewitched them without using magic, Prefect.
Ace Trappola
The moment you show him his name, written neatly on your wrist, he is speechless.
Wahh Prefect, he doesn’t know you are soooo head over heels for him like this.
He is smug, mischievous even, and he definitely will tease you a lot. But, all that bravado, is just to hide his bashfulness.
Damn it, Prefect. Warn him before you do something like this will ya?!
Have to say, he feels proud and prideful about this. Even something like the bonding between souls can’t even beat the bond between you two.
The type to pick up a pen and ask you to write your name on his wrist to complete the bond.
Deuce Spade
Blushing, stuttering, and embarrassing. He almost dies from overheating.
Took a while for him to calm down, but once he did.
“I will be taking good care of you!!!” He shouts it out like a marriage vow.
Yeah…, I don’t think he calms down enough, but it’s cute.
His gesture is pure sweet and caring. It made you feel wanted. Maybe he’s truly your Soulmate.
If you offer to write your name on his wrist, he will give you his hand and a pen without hesitation. Still a blushing mess though.
He will do his best to live up to the title of your “Soulmate”.
Jack Howl
His tail is wagging a lil bit too much and his attempts to cover it up weren't very successful, including his blushing face.
Jack is happy that you’ve moved on from the pit your Soulmate has pushed you in, and he will try his best to keep your smile on your face.
After all, Jack is a Beastman, and they have much more awareness about marking their mate :>
And having his name written on your wrist? He will cherish them the most out of the first years.
Gotta say he will also let you mark him, I mean write your name on his wrist without hesitation.
Epel Felmier
Heck yeah! He is your Soulmate! :D
Epel is thrilled, but he will hide it under a calm and cool facade.
He doesn't want to look childish or something in front of his Soulmate, real or not.
Your action kinda gives a boost of hate for him toward your original Soulmate due to his competitiveness.
I mean, the only thing your Origin one does is hurt you, how can they be counted as your Soulmate?!
You want to write your name on his wrist to complete the bond? Then you'll have to let him do it too. Erase your work and give him your hand, please.
Sebek Zigvolt
Oh my, I’ve never seen him this silent, what have you done to him, Prefect?
Sebek is having a whole thunderstorm inside his head.
Dude is in the state of denying his feelings for you, but now you have broken the process by coming up to him with his name decorating on your beautiful skin.
He acts so fast, running back to Diasomnia, seeking advice from our mighty former general while yelling out something about waiting for him…
Which might hurt you because you thought that he’s also rejected you…
But worry not, he will come back the day after with courting gift(s) and a statement that his liege has approved your relationship!
You want to have your name on his wrist too? He supposes if it makes you happy then he can accomplish it (He loves it, and will smile every time looks at it!!!)
*** Platonic section ***
Ortho Shroud
Yay, of course, he wants to be your Soulmate, you've always been a sibling figure to him, aside from Idia.
From the day you told him about this, he has always fascinate about it since then.
Not only because it's a thing from your world, one that different than their world, but also because of the power of the bond between two that not even blood relates.
Expects to join his family meeting since then though.
Will let you write your name on his wrist with a twist.
The ink might fade after a few days. So the next time you see him, he already carve your name on so it won't fade away.
Grim
He still doesn't understand. But if it means you're happy then he is fine with it.
If you explain to him that it means you think of him as your family, then it will be different.
He is much quieter, tells you that he doesn't care, gotta do something, don't follow him!
Find somewhere to cry because he is too emotional and doesn't want his Henchman to see his weak side.
Finally, he has a home after many years of being alone.
He might even ask Vil to sew your name on his bow for him and show you with pride. (It means you two are family... right?)
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x yuu#sebek zigvolt x reader#jack howl x reader#twst grim#ortho shroud#ace trapolla x reader#deuce spade x reader#epel felmier x reader#broken soulbond
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Walls Are Crumbling: Part 2
Fandom: Bridgerton
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader
Summary: You and Benedict announce your engagement to the rest of the Bridgerton family. They're ecstatic for you, as Benedict told you they'd be. But you still can't help but feel guilty for bringing Benedict into your mess.
A/N: oh no. i guess im gonna turn this into a mini series...
Part 1
Everyone in the sitting room cheers after you and Benedict announce your engagement. Anthony and Kate give the pair of you soft smiles and knowing looks. Of course Anthony told his wife. He could never hide anything from her.
"Well, I must say this isn't too much of a surprise," Violet Bridgerton stands from her spot and walks towards you, "We all had a feeling this was going to happen eventually."
You smile at the woman you saw as another mother, "Trust me, Violet, I'm just as surprised as you are."
Benedict gives you a nudge, silently telling you to shush. He then speaks up, "Yes, it seemed that both of us had been harboring feelings for each other for a long time. Didn't see a reason as to why we needed to prolong marriage. Therefore, in month's time, we seek to marry."
Eloise grimaces, "But that's so soon."
Benedict's hand intertwines in yours, "Well, Eloise, I've waited too long to have Y/N as mine, so the sooner we wed, the better."
"But not too soon," you pointedly say, "which is why we decided in month's time," you add, just in case someone else suggests you two marry today, like Anthony did last night.
"Did you tell your mother already, Y/N, dear?" Violet asks curiously.
You nod, "Yes, and it went as you'd expect it to."
The dowager viscountess gives you a tight lip look. She wasn't fond of your mother and how she treats you. She especially doesn't like how she viewed your friendship with Benedict as a waste.
"Second sons have nothing to offer," she's said often.
Kate approaches you, arm looping through yours, "Sorry, brother-in-law, may I steal her for a moment?"
Benedict cocks a brow at you, silently asking if you'll be okay. You nod, "I'll be back," you let go of his hand and follow Kate, whom is guiding you outside of the sitting room and into the hall. There, she asks you to tell her everything, since Anthony only gave her bits and pieces.
While you and the Viscountess talk, Anthony joins his younger brother, "Do you really think you should do this?"
Benedict looks at his brother with annoyance on his face, "If I don't, she'd be left off to her own. I can't let that happen, especially with a child on the way."
"A child that isn't even yours, brother."
He shakes his head and shrugs, "I don't care. I will love them as my own. They are part Y/N, so surely, I'd love them." He then scowls, "Lord Mattias is a coward for this."
"I'd argue that you're just as cowardly," Anthony murmurs, a hint of a smirk on his lips, "Marrying the woman you love and yet not even telling her how you feel."
Benedict scoffs, "As if I should be taking advice from you on how to handle love," he cocks a brow at his older brother, knowing the debacle between him, Kate, and Edwina.
Anthony's jaw clenches and he doesn't say another word, which leaves Benedict to chuckle. He pats his brother on the shoulder, "I'll tell her...eventually. Things are going to be chaotic for her already. I don't want to cause her any more stress. It'll be bad for her and the baby."
Anthony hums and walks away from Benedict, deciding to stand beside Colin, whom is sitting on chaise lounge chair.
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1 Month Later
You managed to have wedding dress made fairly quickly. Well, Lady Danbury definitely put in a good word for you that helped speed up the process. Your wedding, albeit not ideal, was still perfect. Although your words of love to Benedict during the ceremony were....not completely true, you still found yourself tearing up when Benedict repeated his vows to you. You thought marrying your closest friend would be weird, but throughout the duration of the month leading up to the wedding, it became less of that and more comforting.
Time and time again did Benedict reassure he wasn't going to leave you behind for the wolves, that he'd be there for you and for the baby. That you'd be well taken care of.
Post-wedding, the dinner was a bit overwhelming. So many people were congratulating you, echoing the same words everyone else had "We all knew this would happen eventually". But what exactly did that mean? Sure, a few years ago, you harbored feelings for Benedict, but did everyone see it? Benedict couldn't have seen it too, right?
"Y/N?" he squeezes your hand and you didn't even realize he was holding it.
You look up from your plate, "Hm? Sorry."
"Are you alright?"
"I-I think I'd like some air," you whisper back to him.
"Would you like me to come with you?"
You're hesitant to say yes, but your head moves before your mouth does. You're nodding and Benedict is immediately on his feet and excuses the both of you. Everyone watches the two of you exit the dining room, the chatter continues as you leave.
Benedict silently follows you to the tree that has the swings you two used to play on when you were young. once sat on one of the swings, your hand immediately going to your belly. You've been doing that a lot in these past weeks, just not in front of others beside Anthony and Benedict.
"Is something wrong?" he nods to your hand on your belly.
You shake your head, "Not with the baby, no. But I just-" you let out another deep breath, "This is all so much. I-I-" your eyes are tearing up, "I don't like that I've brought you into my mess."
Benedict kneels before you and grabs your hands into his, "Y/N, listen to me, you did not force me to do this. I offered to marry you because I care about you and I'd hate for anything bad to happen to you. You are my dearest friend. I won't let anything bad happen to you. Ever. Do you understand me?" thumbs away your tears as you nod, "Good." He stands up and kisses your head, "Do you want to go back?"
"Can we stay here for a little longer?"
"Whatever my wife wants."
"I have to get used to hearing that," you mumble as you start to slowly move yourself back and forth on the swing.
Benedict watches you with soft eyes, eventually moving himself on the swing.
#benedict bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton fic#benedict bridgerton imagine#fem!reader#f!reader#female reader
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my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr
how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???
selling seashells by the seashore? nope!
synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it
warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap
a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝
Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.
“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.
The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”
Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”
Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.
“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.
Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”
“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.
Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.
You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?
He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.
“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.
Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.
“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.
The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”
Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”
Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.
His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.
But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.
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Got a little goofy. Got a little silly. Decided to do proposal prompt. :P (it got so long that I decided to split it in half) In Avian culture, you can show your devotion to someone by offering them one of your feathers. This is typically followed by a ritual where you bound yourself to the other as long as you both shall live. The closest thing akin to this ritual is what humans call “marriage.” …
To say that bigb is nervous would be an understatement. He’s sweating bullets right now as he rolls his feather between his fingers. He’s only got one shot at this and he can’t mess this up. He can’t. He invited etho to a picnic in a flower field earlier and told him to not bring anything. Bigb has already brought the food, found a comfortable spot, and set up the blanket. Now he just has to wait here. …How long has it been? It feels like every second’s ticking away so… slowly… It’s almost painful at this point. He should be arriving soon right? Yeah, Bigb knows that etho would’ve told him if he was coming late… But he hasn’t. Did something happen? Should bigb just forget this whole thing and go look for him? Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea- “Honey!” A familiar voice shakes Bigb out of his downward spiral. So he is here. That’s both wonderful and terrifying. Now he actually has to go through with this. Etho rushes up the hill and stops just shy of the blanket. He leans forward as he heaves and coughs. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead. Bigb reaches out a hand to etho while he hides the one with the feather behind his back. “Um, you okay dude?” “Yeah…” Etho wheezes out. “I’m fine… Just… lost the… time…” Bigb looks down and notices a jar of cookies in etho’s arms. He points at it. “You didn’t have to bring anything, you know. I already got everything right here.” He gives the basket a light tap. Etho takes a few seconds to respond. Once his breathing levels out, he speaks, “Oh, this is a gift for you! I’ve been getting a lot better at baking, so I thought to myself: ‘hey, why not get my teacher a gift for helping me get off cake mix?’ And here it is!” He shakes the jar with glee. The cookies are a bit misshapen and bigb can definitely see some charred spots on them, but the thought put into such a gift is enough to melt his heart. Etho hands the jar to Bigb once he sits down. He makes sure to drop the feather behind him before he grabs it. Now that it’s closer, he sees that there’s a small string wrapped around the top of the jar with a small card attached to the end of it. He flips the card over and feels his face grow hot when he reads the words “To my Bigb -Etho” written in etho’s messy handwriting.
IM GOING INSANE OH MY GODD RAAAGJDEHCJHECHJEHCJDBDBDB THIS MADE ME GIGGLE AND STIM AND KICK MY FEET OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
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Hello-hello! May I request an AoT and a Demon Slayer matchup? Thank you very much in advance for your hard work!
My pronouns are She/Her, I don't really have a preference for who to be matched with:) Romantic matchup please! My mbti is ISFP and in case you want it, my enneagram is 7w6. My sun and moon zodiac are Leo, Sag in the rising:) I really value intelligence both emotional and mental. I really seek deep conversations and deep emotions both in friends and partners. Basically I look for partners for life, and not just people to sip coffee with. That is what acquaintances are for. I also look for caring and open minded people who I can share my views with and not be judged. Creativity is also important! I constantly write stories with my friends. Oh, and of course a good sense of humor.
My type is blondes. I love people with light hair. Not much else, I have no care for body type or height:)
My personality.. If I were to describe myself, I'd say I am a bit irresponsible and forgetful and I am quick to give up.I am described by others as a little intimidating If you do not interact with me. But when you get to know me I am very sweet and caring. I am full of ideas and jokes. Whenever I am in the mood I crack jokes all the time. I love anything art and music, I am currently learning how to tune vocaloids. I also write and read quite a lot. And I drum every Friday in a therapy circle. Physical activity is not my forte though. I'd much rather go paragliding or swim with sharks instead of going to the gym. I really dislike routines.
Scenarios.. Probably how they would take care of me when I am sick? Or perhaps, how they would introduce me to their friends? Hah, I'm not too sure. In any case, thank you very much and take your time!
1000 Follower Event Matchup #25
This event is CLOSED. You can view the event masterlist here.
Note: Here ya go. Hope you're still around to see this, sorry for the long wait.
I match you with ARMIN and RENGOKU
Runner-ups were: Erwin (can’t think of anyone else for demon slayer)
Armin:
This one has all the intelligence you’d ever need in a man
Deep conversations and late night chats where you open up emotionally to each other, they’ll happen with Armin
He’s in this for the long-run with you, marriage in mind and everything. If it’s not you, it won’t be anyone else
He loves hearing all your ideas, and likes to add onto them as you both lose track of time talking about them
He’s blond :D
Probably the most caring person in AOT; actual sunshine
So he’s definitely understanding about everything with you, he’s your go-to person to tell everything to
He listens intently and has lots of advice to offer if you need it
He loves going on little adventures with you around town, holding hands and lying down together under a tree in the shade as you enjoy each others company
How does he introduce you to his friends?
I picture him being a little shy and awkward about it
Eren is definitely going to tease him about it, like wow Armin you actually managed to get a girl, impressive
Mikasa welcomes you as friendly as she can lol, but she warms up to you quickly, thinking she could trust Armin’s judgment, so long as you never hurt him
But Armin is excited to introduce you to his friends since he really cares about them, he wants you to be close to them too
As for his fellow comrades, he also wants everyone to know you’re together, but he may or may not get a little possessive when others get too close to you
Rengoku:
I MISS HIM SO MUCH IM CRYING
As goofy as he looks sometimes and how unserious he can be, I think Kyojuro has a lot to offer mentally, a lot of wisdom and intelligence hidden in that handsome head
Most of your deeper conversations happen late at night when he’s sleepy and not as energetic
Since he has a lot of past trauma, with losing his mom and his fathers abuse/dismissiveness, he definitely has a lot to share, and he’d love to hear all your secrets and feelings as well
He’s PERFECT OKAY. He’s in this for life, you’re his and he’s yours, never doubt that (not that he’d ever give you a reason to <3)
This man is as open minded as they get. You can tell him the craziest thing and he’d probably laugh and say “how wonderful” :D
He finds your forgetfulness adorable, and leaves little notes around to help remind you about things
Takes you out for many adventures with him whenever he has to go out on a mission, but he makes sure he keeps you somewhere safe while he deals with the demon (unless it’s too dangerous and he has no choice but to leave you behind) but once the demon is dealt with, he’d walk around town with you, making new friends with the locals and enjoying time together
At night he likes watching you read or write :D
How does he take care of you when you’re sick?
Well, he stays calm and tries to assess what’s wrong with you and figures out what he needs to do to help you quickly
He practically took care of his little brother growing up after his mom passed away, so he knows a thing or two about caring for someone sick
Rengoku takes care of you, never leaving your side until you’re better
A part of him fears he’ll lose you like he lost his mom, but on the outside he’s pretty calm
Probably a little more serious and isn’t as loud as usual, but gives you smiles and hugs despite the risk that he may also get sick
He won’t be back to normal until you’re better <3 only then will he be able to fully relax
EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Posted: 7/31/2023
#aot matchups#demon slayer matchup#aot x reader#demon slayer x reader#armin x reader#rengoku x reader
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Hiฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ! can i have a request? like how
The nrc student + neige would react after they find out that mc is a girl? . like she covered her gunder cuz yk daddy issue kinda like her father wanted a son more, so he married again and he cares for his son more than her so at young age she started to hate her gender and learned material arts
Anyway than you for reading my dear❤(⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃
hi! i was actually gonna write a scenario about this for only vil,rook, malleus and lilia(cause im more familiar with their style) but i did not expect someone to send a req about this HAHAHA . I tried to write all of them as accurate as possible! sorry in advance if they seem a little ooc >_< thanks for requesting~
scenario: being in an all boys school is easy, after all, you were used to disguising yourself as a male. no one suspected your gender, why would there be a female in an all boys school? it wasn't until you confessed to them that you are a female ......
characters involved: all nrc + neige
tw: some spoilers event stories
heartslaybul
riddle
*inserts his in game shocked face*
yeah he was REALLY shocked
isn't this an all boys school? why is there a female here? did you just broke a rule?!
he is quite obsessed with rules but will calmly ask you why did you decide to hide your gender and stuff
when you told him about your reasons, he understands and sympathizes you
he feels like your dad does not deserve you
(i mean his mum literally have high expectations for him and stuff so he can understand hating your own gender when you feel unappreciated)
will offer you comfort and support
you know how to learn martial arts? that's cool! you can defend yourself in this place full of....chaotic kids /and maybe help to discipline adeuce
you might wanna teach him martial arts so that he can stand up for himself in front of his own mother
trey clover
another one that is also really shocked
will also calmly ask why are you hiding your gender and stuff
when he knows about your dad, he offers you comfort and support
" your gender does not define you. do not let your dad's action affect you. it is not worth it."
bakes you cakes and any treats that you like :)
you learn martial arts? he is interested to know why you learn them!
automatically becomes that ideal over caring dad that you never had
carter diamond
cay-kun is surprised!
shocked person number 3
doesn't change much around you, probably gets more flirty LMAO
he has 2 elder sisters, so i don't think he minds that you are a female?
huh? you disguised yourself as a male cause you hate your own gender?
kindly asked to see you in your female form... cause he wanna take pic and upload this precious moment on magicam
brings you out and say funny jokes so that you won't feel awkward being the only female in the school(and also to make you feel happy)
will definitely ask you to show him some cool martial art poses so that he can do it and make his magicam looks more cooler lmao
you are his bestie now eheh
deuce spade
your a girl this whole time???why????how????
he freezes on the spot instantly
starts to stutter when he talks to you
come on... have you seen the way he speaks to the ghost bride in the ghost marriage event ? T-T
when he heard about your dad, he starts to feel bad for you
how could someone do this to their own child?
he starts to feel even more grateful for his own mother
don't worry, he still treats you the same, maybe a little gentler
maybe not that gentle after he learned that you can do martial arts
probably suggests you to use that skill of yours to fight your step bro LMAO....
secretly can't wait to see you fight someone with your skills
ace trappola
you are a female??? that's so cool!
but why did you disguise yourself? oh you hate your own gender cause of your own father?
will give directly tells you that you being a female or male, does not change the fact that you are still you, so you should not bother about how other people treat you, and that includes your own family
his opinion towards you does not change at all, will still offer to help you, and maybe teases you more
also, why not use that martial art skill of yours to challenge your step bro? #2
savanaclaw
leona kingscholar
the first time he met you, he instantly knew that you are a female, but doesn't question you
doesn't bother you as long as you don't bother him
when he learned that you disguised yourself as a male because you hate being a female....he is confused
then when he learns about your father.. oh damn, he can understand why now
he too, was casted out in his family simply because he is the second born
if you ever step on his tail by accident, he will just let it slide
does not care if you know martial arts or not, just don't try to challenge him :D
ruggie bucchi
?????????????? why ????
and most importantly... how did he not noticed?
oh you dislike being a female?
he does not understand why, and probably doesn't bother about it
oh is cause of your dad? well i guess he would feel bad for you
you learn martial arts? definitely doesn't want to offend you lmao
jack howl
jack has a keen nose, but he tends to be a little oblivious
the first time he met you, he doesn't notice that you are a female
it was only after a few more interactions with you.... the scent that you give off is different from others
and the monthly period thing... just gives it away
this can go both ways, he either ask you about it(cause he wants to help you) or just wait and see how things go
when you tell him about the reason why you disguised yourself as a male, he is angry, not at you but at your father
is definitely slightly more overprotective around you
there's a defenseless girl in an all boys school! how could he not look out for you?
haha you learn martial arts? good, you can protect yourself. maybe you guys can go train together and exchange your skills
octaville
azul ashengretto
if you are going to tell him that you are a female, please don't
uses this information to blackmail you and ask you to help him do things lmaooo
oh people already know? then i guess that's too bad
will ask why you are doing this and blah blah blah
oh you hate your gender? your father prefers your step bro over you?
he is probably gonna say that's too bad and is life (you can always rub his wound and tell him about how he used to get bullied lmao)
will advertise some products to you...to help you disguised yourself better as a male (is a marketing opportunity to him)
oh you learn martial arts? perhaps he should group you with diasomnia.. and label you guys as one of the people to not mess with (cause he doesn't want his ass to get kicked)
jade leech
he SUSPECTS that you are a female, but doesn't ask
man just sits back and observe how you deal with choatic boys around you (is like an entertainment show to him)
when you confessed that you are a female, he acts surprised even though he is not lmaooo
will ask you why you are doing this
eh you hate your gender? he thinks it can't be helped since you are naturally born as a female
oh it's cause of your dad? well i guess some people are just a bastard
will ask you some questions about... period... simply cause he is just curious lmao
you learn martial arts? that's cool, do all females learn martial arts?
overall he will just ask you questions lmao... is probably his first time seeing a female on land so
floyd leech
also another one that suspects you are a female, except he confronts to you about it
eh, shrimpy is really a female?
he wants to squeeze you even more now, just to get the feeling of how it would be like to squeeze a female that belongs to the land
hmm you hate your gender? it can't be helped #2
it's because of your father? damn, he can help you to squeeze your father though ~
you know how to do martial arts? HAHA you either run or fight now, cause his desire to squeeze you even more just went from 80% to 200%
scarabia
kalim al asim
kalim is deifinitely shocked, but he is happy!
he has a female friend now! will throw a banquet to celebrate the friendship between you and him
when you told him about why you disguised yourself as a male, man feels sad for you. how could your own family do such a thing to you?
well, all the more to throw banquet for you
don't worry! is just a full on 8 course meal with plates that are made from gold. he will invite world class performers to perform for specially for you, ride on the flying carpet and pick whatever treasure you like from his "store room" jamil is definitely diagnosed with high blood pressure
gets excited when he learnt that you can do martial arts, will want to see you do it and will definitely praise you
jamil viper
yeah cue in his shocked face
you are a female?? why are you here then??
when he learns about your reasons, he is understanding and doesn’t push any further
you being a female doesn’t really affect him
no wait, it does, since kalim is being too excited and wants to invite you to breakfast lunch and dinner everyday
and now he gotta cook more food...
stress level just went up
?? you can do martial arts? might just open his eyes a little bigger so that you won’t hurt kalim
don’t worry, he loosens up once he realised that you are not a threat ^-^
pomofiere
vil schoenheit
he knows, cause rook told him, and also cause he noted that you were kinda different from others
this can go both ways, if you guys aren’t close, he will keep his mouth shut about this matter
but if you guys are close, do expect him to ask you why
is not that he wants to intrude your privacy or anything, he is just curious as to what made you do such things
ah you hate your gender? vil definitely frowns. he thinks that is a part of you and that you shouldn’t hate something that defines you
oh...... is cause of your father? he favours your other sibling more? now vil is angry. who does that to their own child??
don’t worry, he will definitely give you tips and tricks to improve your overall appearance and your mental state (so that you can outshine your stepbro)
he only humms when he learns that you know martial arts. sure it might seem cool to others, but can you do it elegantly tho??
don’t worry, this man meant no harm hehe
rook hunt
LOL he stalks everyone around NRC, so he is probably the first person to find out that you are a female
confronts to you about it, and ask tons of questions + praising
“why did you decide to hide your gender?” “oh my eyes has been blessed by a true beauty~”
when he learns about your reasons, he frowns ever so slightly
“ah, that’s not a very beautiful thing that your father is doing”
also.....just keep on praising you about how good you look when you are in your female form
i mean... pomofiere is a dorm based on the beauty queen, that means queens are 101!!! and you are no exceptions
you can do martial arts? tres bien~ care to play a game with him? you be the mouse and he will be the cat
epel felmier
EEHHHHHHHHHH???
you are a female???? he thought you were just like him lmao...
gets a little shy around you
when you told him about the reasons why you were disguising yourself as a male, man’s jaw dropped
you hate your gender??????? :(
feels kinda sad for you
will punch your father for you though, just say the word and don’t let vil find out about it
will shyly ask you to teach him martial arts cause he wanna look cool lmaoo hHAHHA such a cute baby lol
ignihyde
idia shroud
is this some kind of anime or what
why are you disguising yourself as a male
are you an undercover agent here to blow up NRC?? O.O
nah he is just exaggerating lol
stutters a lot
i mean he usually stutters.... but with you is just extra more stuttering
so he just runs away lol....he is not familiar with females
ahhhhhhhh you hate your gender? mannn will suggest you to just wear full body suit to hide your identity lmao, easy
your dad doesn't like you that much cause you are a female? will literally suggest you to change gender...
you learn martial arts? so does this mean that you can kick his ass?
idia is never coming out of his room ever again
he is convinced that real people are scary
ortho shroud
shOCKED
“ah! not even my data can predict this!”
someone please tell him that data prediction is not everything, but he will definitely remember this as a rare case
will ask you why you are disguising yourself as a male
ah you hate your gender?:( does research about the difference between male and female and then proceeds to state all the pros of being a female
unlike idia, ortho is more understanding and tries to give you support
martial arts?? dayum, it reminds him of that one anime that idia is currently watching rn
will try to put you and idia together lollll
diasomnia
malleus draconia
this man is old
im quite sure he has seen a fair share of females before, but never really interacted with them
when he first saw you, he already knew that you are a female loll but decided not to say it
he also kinda wanna see how this drama will unfold lmaoooo
when he learns about your reasons, he is quite shocked
why would you hate your gender? poor dragon boy does not understand
are all human fathers like that?
don't blame him please, he is not heartless, he is just relatively confused about how humans relationship work
"male or female, you are still blood family. one should not let their own gender interfere with the family bond"
doesn't really know how to help you, but will share some of his ice cream with you :D
eheh you learn martial arts? maybe you can teach silver and sebek
lilia vanrouge
the first time he saw you, boom, adoption time
he knows your a female, and is not bothered by it
will ask you why you are disguising yourself
you hate your gender?? why???
your father dotes on your stepbro more than you?
that's not your father anymore
your new father is lilia vanrouge
isn't it wonderful? you have a war criminal war general as your father :D
(i do see him as someone who wants a daughter though)
you learn martial arts? kekek maybe you can be silver's new sparing partner! and also sister
best dad ever = lilia vanrouge
silver
is....clueless
doesn't rlly know why you are doing this and how did you not get caught
also a little concerned by your well-being in this school
this school is full of chaotic dudes, are you coping well?
when he learns about your reasons, poor boy is sad
i mean even though he is an orphan, he has an adoptive father that loves and care for him a lot
he is not good with words, but you can tell him anything that you want, and he will do it for you
you can do martial arts? please train with him, he wants to improve his skills (and learn more about you)
sebek
SCREAMS
WHAT IS A WOMEN DOING HERE
ISN'T THIS AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL
unlike idia, he is fully convinced that you are a spy lmao
calms down a little after he hears about your situation
ahh...that was....unexpected
idk why but i can see him saying that all humans are like that
this is the time when you should use your martial art skills to knock some sense into him
cues his shocked face
so you know martial arts..?not bad.... for a human....
wanna spar?
RSA
Neige Leblanche
he is happy!!!
a female friend??? say no more
gets a little sad when he learns about your situation but is okay, this pretty boy here will make you happy
brings you out to shopping, gives your praises, cooks with you and etc
you can do martial arts? he will be interested to know how did you learn it. was it easy to learn?
might ask you to teach him a little so that he can use it for his career
#twisted wonderland x mc#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#pomofiere#rookhunt#y/n#imagines#malleus draconia#diasomnia#lilia vanrouge#silver#sebek zigvolt#jamil#ruggie#leona#cater#twisted wonderland riddle#rook#azul ashengrotto#flyod leech#jade leech#epel felmier#twst neige
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note haven't seen a lot of milf readers so here's a lil head cannon :3 k/n = kid's name
you had gotten knocked up by a boy you barely remembered in your sophomore year of high school and with much debate you decided to keep the baby, even if it met being one of the first pregnant students to graduate hawkins high.
eventually you picked up shifts at the hideout in order to pay for college; that's where you met him. eddie munson.
you remembered him back from highschool, he was a few years younger than you and to be honest you didn't really pay that much attention to him when you were in school. but damn did he not make you blush now everytime he walked in.
he looked good. his hair was a lot longer than you remembered and tattoos sprinkled his body, not to mention his soft eyes that crinkled when he smiled at you.
you knew he knew about your kid, everyone in hawkins knew but eddie didn't seem to care. in face he loved hearing about the little guy and offered to babysit more than once.
you'd been hesitant at first, despite knowing that eddie was probably the least judgemental person in town something still made you feel a little embarrassed about him meeting your kid.
eddie did convince you though, and he got along with your kid better than you could have imagined. never in a million years did you think eddie the freak would be such a good role model for your kid.
slowly, you felt like you couldn't live without eddie -- the late night stay overs were more frequent and eventually he confessed that he loved you, and you kid and wanted to take your relationship further.
when your toddler started calling eddie dad, you knew that both of you were in it for the long run.
"y/n." eddie whispered one night after putting k/n to sleep you both had decided to stay up for a little while and put on a movie in the living room. he traced circles in your arm, eyes meeting yours and he smiled, "you ever think about, like tying the knot?"
this took you by surprise. first he surprised you by being nearly the perfect father figure now eddie munson is the marriage type?
"what?"
"you know, marriage. like mrs. munson? has a nice ring to it don't you think?"
you repeated the name, it rolled nicely off your tongue and gave you goosebumps hearing it. it most definitely had a nice ring to it.
eddie pressed his head against yours, humming a question you couldn't hear until he poked at your side.
"was thinking maybe, in the near future we could? maybe?"
"eddie munson are you trying to ask me to marry you?"
"yeah. and i already asked the little guy for permission."
you giggled. "and they said yes?"
"oh yeah, they love me."
you couldn't help but press a kiss to his lips and laugh. eddie took this opportunity to pull out a simple arcade ring from his pocket.
"i know i don't have the money to buy you a real ring, but im serious y/n. i love you, and i'd do anything for you and k/n. you guys make me the happiest ive been in a long time."
you watched as he wiggled the ring onto your finger and examined it closely before holding his face in your hands.
"id give anything to marry you mr. munson."
"yeah?"
"yeah."
eddie smiled ear to ear and kissed you, then your ringed finger.
"then will you marry me?"
"of course, loser."
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CHAPTER EIGHT call you (mine)
SYNOPSIS in a moment of hesitation, the repairman prevails.
FROM THE WRITER ok this is lovely. an eight chapter to a series I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to continue but I actually really like this series despite not knowing where this is going at all. guys im making it all up on the spot but marriage (maybe??) is definitely endgame
NOTES & WARNINGS none
SERIES the shoe repairman & his lover
The cold air of the night makes you blow against your hands that clasp together, rubbing them together feverishly before stuffing them deep into the pockets of your coat. You let out a sigh that forms a visible cloud, not exactly looking forward to the walk home from the restaurant that seemed distant as the air grew colder with every step forward.
“You heading that way?” Bakugou points in the direction of your home and you nod. “I’ll walk with ya. It’s on my way.” You nod again, cheeks warm, though certainly because of the alcohol. There’s few cars that pass by as you walk, lights illuminating what little territory the shadows overcame that the street lamps couldn’t reach.
The man next to you has his briefcase in one hand, kept opposite of you so as to not bump into your legs as you walk. There’s a crack in the sidewalk, one that you don’t see as the toe of your shoe catches on it. Before you can make the great fall, a hand brings you to stand straight again by your elbow, almost like a force of the universe that was against the thought of you falling.
You look at the hand on your elbow, abnormally warm for such cold weather, but you find that you don’t mind the heat. “Oh, thank you.” You look up at Bakugou and shoot him a little smile. He nods and lets out a grunt. His hand falls from your elbow and you start to grow cold once again.
The walk continues without another word uttered, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement conversing with one another in a repetition of clicks and clacks until you stop in front of a building. “This is me,” You look at him. “Thanks for walking me home.” He nods.
You watch as he turns away for a split second before turning back to you, almost as if he was conflicted on whether to say something or not. “Mm,” You wait. “Good night.” He almost rushes the words out, standing stiffly in the cold as he waits for your response. “Good night, Bakugou. Get home safe.” You smile at him.
He gives a small smile back, nearly unnoticeable had it not been for the warm light casting from the lobby of your apartment building. You turn away when he does, the smoothing of the crease between his eyebrows making him seemingly content, until you hear a rush of footsteps that starts to increase in volume just as it decreased seconds before.
“Wait! Uhm,” You don’t think to expand further on Bakugou’s hesitation, especially when he starts to look nervous in front of you. “I—I realized I don’t have your number, not formally.” You look down to where he’s taken out his phone, and you almost let out a laugh. It’s... cute.
“Right, but it’s only fair if I can get yours.” You exchange phones, double-checking and triple-checking to make sure you’ve put in your number right before exchanging phones again. “Text me when you get home?” You offer and he nods, and that’s when you see the tension in his posture leave his body, looking as if it also let him breath easier as you watch him walk until he’s out of sight. Finally, you let out the chuckle you had been holding back, smiling giddily as you make your way back to your apartment.
You’ve nearly finished settling into the coziness of your home, starting your nightly routine when you get Bakugou’s text.
Just got back home
Was the walk ok?
It’s fine, but I left my window open so now my place is cold as fuck
You find yourself texting back and forth, a constant flow of messages easing into the conversation that has you taking double the time you normally would doing your nightly routine. Though it’s nothing you regret as you bid goodnight and lay in bed with a smile, fondly thinking of the next time you’ll be able to see the man again.
#the rprmn & his lvr 👞🪡🤎#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#mha x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bnha bakugou x reader#bnha bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#bnha series#mha series
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Ooh! I got another one! The marriage candidates at the flower dance. Like their reaction to seeing the farmer in a dress/suit, how they ask the farmer to dance, and like how they dance or feel while they dance. Stuff like that
Ayeee lets go!! Aight we're pretending the farmer is allowed to wear the dress/suit too cus I literally hate that we just show up in our stinky dirty farmer clothes. Also im gonna pretend that the candidates have the option to ask u to dance first
Da ladies:
Haru: dances are not really her thing but she likes to see everyone having a good time. When she sees you, shes sure that coming to the dance was the right idea. She approaches you and asks you to dance, pretty unsure of herself, but when you say yes she has the best time
Emily: she LOVES to dance!! She'll ask you to dance first and she wont let you take a break, so try to keep up! She didn't notice you as soon as you walked in bc she was too busy begging her sister to dance with her for a bit before she turned to see you. You seriously made her day
Abigail: she's super embarrassed of dancing in front of people and you'll be the one asking her. She was kinda pressured to join the flower dance by her parents, and to her relief, she actually had a good time dancing with you. (Also it didnt hurt to see you all dressed up and formal ;))
Penny: she's super nervous about her moves, so she took practicing pretty seriously before she got there. When you approach her, she forgets all her moves because she's too focused on how well you clean up (remember, up til now she's only seen you in grass-stained farmer clothes)
Leah: she's pretty confident-looking and asks you to dance, but she's nervous on the inside. She dances for a while, but asks you if you want something to drink after she gets bored of the dancing part. You spend the rest of the dance relaxing with her
Haley: she has been practicing so long for this day. This is her favorite event this town has to offer and she wants it to be perfect. She wants to ask you to dance, but her pride makes her wait for you to approach her. She'll get a *little bit* annoyed if your moves are out of step
Da boys:
Harvey: this man is by far the worst dancer in stardew valley, but he tries and he's a gentlemen and looks cute and flustered when he soon realizes he has two left feet. He's never been to a school dance or anything dance-related. Oh yeah and you're definitely gonna have to make the first move
Elliot: he had only practiced a bit, because he got the moves down quickly. He's a really good dancer, but is too modest to take credit. He compliments you as soon as you walk in and invites you to dance. He's cheesing so hard while you dance together that you can see little dimples you havent seen on him before
Sam: he's more than a little nervous, and you can tell, even though he tries to hide it. He wants to tell you how much he admires what you've done differently with you hair, but instead he says "heh, do you have a dance partner yet? Do you want one?" And pray you don't reject him
Alex: surprisingly, you'll have to ask him. Faking confidence can only get him so far past the nerves. He's afraid to move too quickly with you because he wants to do things right. He's so happy when you ask him that his hearts ready to leap out of his chest.
Sebby: he totally doesn't wanna dance at all, he thinks he's too cool. You ask him and he's like "wouldn't you rather hang out by the food with me? Its kinda hot, let's get something to drink" but if you really want to, he'll dance with you. He'd be incredibly flustered, but dances surprisingly well for someone who doesnt practice. He just followed your lead
Shane: he's completely shocked that you choose him of all people, to be your dance partner. He doesn't even like to dance, like at all, but he does like you and want to make you happy so he'll do it. He'll keep poking fun at the flower dance, calling it the "hanky panky dance" or something but he's secretly having fun, hes just a little tsundere
#stardew valley haru#stardew valley emily#stardew valley haley#stardew valley elliott#stardew valley shane#stardew valley harvey#stardew valley alex#stardew sebastian#stardew valley#stardew valley hcs#stardew valley sam#stardew valley abigail
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Mr. & Mrs. Jeon (1)
MR & MRS SMITH screenplay written by Simon Kinberg/ Novelization by Cathy East Dubowski
T/W: Assassinations, guns, suggested sexual content, crumbling marriage, anything else i did not mention
A/N: I DID NOT WRITE THIS THE AUTHORS ARE LISTED ABOVE. I was definitely watching Mr. & Mrs. Smith and just saw Jungkook as John so often i needed this version so bad but again i did not write this i changed the names but THATS ALL I DID and im not claiming to have written this again the authors are put up.
FIRST SESSION, MR. AND MRS. JEON
I allow Mr. and Mrs. Jeon to settle into their seats. I smile at them over my glasses, then spend a few moments offering them coffee or tea (both decline), opening their file, selecting a pen from my pen holder\ polishing my glasses—a technique that allows my clients a chance to settle in and relax before I ask the first question.
MR. JEON: "Okay. First up, I want to say we don't really
NOTE: Mr. Jeon is already leaning forward, anxious to make
something clear.
need to be here—"
NOTE: Yes. A lot of people begin this way.
MRS. JEON (smiling): "Actually it's a funny story."
MR. JEON (chuckling): We were at a charity event, a church
auction slash barbecue—"
MRS. JEON: "—our friends the Coleman’s. They live next
door. Devout—"
MR. JEON: "Episcopalians."
MRS. JEON: "Presbyterians."
NOTE: Slight discrepancy. Nothing to worry about. Unless . . .
ah, yes. A little frown passes between them.
MR. JEON: "Anyway, the grand lot was—"
MRS. JEON: "—a mystery lot."
MR. JEON: "I'd sunk a few, wasn't driving—"
MRS. JEON: "A few?"
NOTE: Mrs. Jeon rolls eyes. Mr. Jeon responds with a hard look. A muscle twitches along his jaw. Obviously, his drinking is an issue. But he doesn't take the bait. Classic case of withholding his feelings. At least in front of strangers. My early guess is that this is a couple who never argue in public. Mr. Jeon continues as if he hasn't been interrupted.
MR. JEON: "So Jane starts bidding. She gets a tiny bit competitive ..."
NOTE: Mrs. Jeon's lips purse at this remark. Another issue between them?
MR. JEON: "Upshot is: We end up blowing eight hundred
bucks on the mystery lot."
MR. AND MRS. JEON (at once): "Four sessions with
Dr. Wexler."
NOTE: They both laugh. Politely. A little too loudly.
MR. JEON: "The Coleman’s have a great sense of humor."
NOTE: Another burst of laughter; which fades quickly. Now my senses are on alert. The couple hasn't come here on their own initiative. And yet they came.
I scratch out a note, giving them time, to make sure they've said their piece. Then I look up at them and smile. "But you didn't have to come."
NOTE: Complete silence.
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon glance at each other; then quickly look Away. I say nothing, and wait patiently. Sometimes it's the best way to get someone to talk. A comfortable silence doesn't bother a person whose mind is at ease. But a pregnant pause seems to compel people who are nervous to completely spill their guts. It's a little technique I picked up from police dramas on TV. I wait.
MR. JEON: "Right—"
MRS. JEON: "Absolutely."
NOTE: They sit back in their chairs. A bit nervous. I can see
Mrs. Jeon thinking, though.
MRS. JEON: "But we have a theory . . ."
MR. JEON (startled): "We do?"
MRS. JEON (smiling): "The 'Oil Check.'"
MR. JEON: "Oh. Right."
Note: I have the distinct impression that this is the first time
Mr. Jeon has heard about this theory. But he's playing along.
MR. JEON: "See, we've been married five years—"
MRS. JEON: "Six."
MR. JEON: "—five, six years, and this is like a checkup for us. A chance to peek around the engine, maybe change the oil, replace a seal or two."
NOTE: How many years married seems to be an issue. Mr. Jeon seems really into the auto-mechanic analogy.
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon smile at each other; then turn back to me. The perfect happy couple. They remind me of another perfect couple. Barbie and Ken. I begin to see where this might be heading. "Very well, then. Let's pop the hood. "Please answer the following questions as quickly and instinctively as possible."
MRS. JEON: "Sure."
MR. JEON (gesturing like a gunslinger): "From the hip."
ME: "On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?"
MRS. JEON: "Eight."
MR. JEON: "Wait."
NOTE: Mrs. Jeon has spoken instantly. Mr. Jeon seems startled by her answer.
MR. JEON: "So, like ten being perfectly happy and one being . . . totally miserable?"
"Just answer instinctively."
MR. JEON: "Okay. Ready?"
MRS. JEON: "Ready."
MR. AND MRS. JEON (at once): "Eight."
NOTE: Interesting . . . not too hot, not too cold. Like porridge.
ME (next card): "On a scale of one to ten, how happy would
you say your partner is?"
MR. JEON: "Eight."
NOTE: This time it's Mr. Jeon who has the instant answer; Mrs. Jeon who hesitates.
MRS. JEON: "Um, are we allowed fractions?"
NOTE: Mr. Jeon seems taken aback by her answer and leans
over.
ME AND MR. JEON (at the same time): "It's what's instinctive."
MRS. JEON: "Okay, I'm all set. One, two, three . . ."
MR. AND MRS. JEON (at once): "Eight."
NOTE: Eight again. They look at me for approval, as if I am their teacher and they are answering questions at the blackboard. Very interesting . . . Eight is a very telling number. Safe cruising altitude. No drama—high or low. No passion one way or the other. Now that I've warmed them up, time for the Big One. I glance down at my card, my face impassive so as not to give away what's to come. The shock value usually provokes the truest response. "How often do you have sex?"
NOTE: I have to glance back up to make sure they are still there. They are, but they look like a picture postcard. Stunned. A little shell-shocked.
MRS. JEON (blushing): "I . . . don't understand the question."
NOTE: Yes, you do, Mrs. Jeon.
MR. JEON (squirming in chair): "Wait. Okay, I'm lost. Is this a one to ten thing?"
NOTE: Ah, Mr. Jeon. Quit stalling.
MRS. JEON: "Right. I mean, because if it is, does one equal 'not much' or is one like, 'nothing.' Because strictly speaking, zero should be nothing."
MR. JEON: "Exactly. Plus, if we don't know what one is, what's ten?"
MRS. JEON: "Right ... Is ten . . . you know. .
MR. JEON: "Constant . . . unrelenting. .
MRS. JEON: "Twenty-four/seven . . . without a break. For
anything."
MR. JEON: "Not even to eat."
MRS. JEON: "Like Sting."
MR. JEON: "Exactly."
NOTE: Mr. Jeon shakes head emphatically—he's found a well-known figure upon which to divert our attention—a tactic that can help alleviate his feelings of guilt or discomfort.
MR. JEON: "Look at Sting's Day job. Who else has sixty hours a week to put aside in the sack?"
NOTE: Okay, I think I'm ready to hazard a guess here. Based on my professional instincts and experience, / write down a number. My estimate of how often this young couple has had sex in the last month. Maybe the whole year.
"This is not a one-to-ten scenario. It's a straight question."
NOTE: I wait for them to settle down a little. It is, after all, an embarrassing question to answer in front of a stranger. Some people just say they can't remember. Sometimes people boast. Often, they flat-out lie. I wait for the Jeons to speak. And when no one does, I ask the question again. "How often do you have sex?"
NOTE: Still no answer.
"How about this week?"
MR. JEON (stalling again): "Including the weekend?"
"Sure."
NOTE: Mr. Jeon sinks back in his chair and stares at his hands. Mrs. Jeon seems to be studying the pattern in my office curtains. Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. Can't even say the number out loud, can you. But then I guess they don't really have to. I retrace the number I've written down in my notes—a nice round even number. Zero. Then I check my calendar to see if I can get them back in early next week. I think we have a lot of work to do.
SECOND SESSION, MR. AND MRS. JEON
NOTE: Clients fail to show.
An hour later Mr. Jeon calls apologizing. Says he had to go out of town unexpectedly. Declines to reschedule. Says he has to check with his wife. Will call back later. Mr. Jeon calls the next day. Wonders if he can come in on Wednesday. By himself. Interesting . . .
SECOND SESSION, MR. JEON ALONE
Mr. Jeon, second session. Full transcript of our recorded conversation, with my notes added. Mr. Jeon sits down in my office. He apologizes for being late, even though he's not. The man looks tired. I check my notes: Mr. Jeon runs a construction company. International. Travels a lot. No kids. A busy Life. But his exhaustion doesn't seem physical. His eyes suggest that something else is wearing him down.
I do my usual paper shuffling waiting for him to relax. I offer coffee, tea, etc. He says no thanks, then pulls out a silver hip flask.
Flashing a crooked grin—the kind that knocks ladies off their feet—he asks, "Mind if I.. .?" I glance at the clock. It's barely noon and yet there's something about the gesture that seems perfectly natural for Mr. Jeon. "Like the song says, 'It's five o'clock somewhere " he jokes. I make a note. Jeon Jungkook is suaver than I remembered him being during his first visit. Then he struck me as a very nice, dependable, steady guy—like a husband in an insurance ad. This Mr. Jeon seems . . . well, different.
There's a bit of James Bond—or maybe even Frank Sinatra—in him. He has that kind of Rat Pack flair. He casually takes a swig from his silver flask and that's when I notice that he's not wearing his wedding ring. I check my notes. He was definitely wearing it at the first session when his wife was present. That might seem like just a tiny thing. But it's something I routinely look for when married couples come in.
A wedding ring is more than a symbol. Most people take it very seriously. I wonder if Mr. Jeon had a reason for not wearing his. There's an interesting story here, I'm sure. I turn on the tape and hope to find out: "tell me, Mr. Jeon. Why did you decide to come back
alone?"
MR. JEON (shrugs, looks away): "I'm not sure, really. I don't think we have a problem. I mean, I love my wife, love my house, love our life . . ."
NOTE: He doesn't complete the sentence. There's a big BUT hanging unsaid. But he can't seem to make himself say it. "But . . .?"
NOTE: Mr. Jeon's eyes take on a faraway look. He's obviously replaying painful scenes in his mind. Something is definitely troubling him. But it's clear that he doesn't know how to talk about it. Of course, this is not uncommon among my male patients. So, I take a step back and try a different approach. "Just relax, Mr. Jeon. We're here to talk, that's all. There are no right or wrong answers. "Tell me about your wife . . . What was it that first drew you to her?"
MR. JEON (smiling now): "She was mesmerizing . . . exciting . . . mysterious. .
NOTE: Good. He's opening up.
ME: "And now?"
NOTE: Mr. Jeon's face darkens, his eyes shutter.
MR. JEON: "No mystery."
NOTE: I wait patiently for him to say more. But he just looks at me and shrugs. Like "That's it." He fiddles with his flask, takes another slug of whatever he's drinking, then looks down at the floor resigned to his disappointment. I can see that he's going to have a hard time opening up. In fact, I'm convinced it'll take dynamite to get him to say more. I tap my pen on the desk, thinking. "Mr. Jeon, I'm going to give you a little homework."
NOTE: He gives me an "are you kidding?" look.
"Nothing to worry about, I assure you. I just want you to go home and write about your feelings."
NOTE: Mr. Jeon bursts out laughing, like I've just told some hilarious joke at the country club. Then he stops, looking embarrassed.
MR. JEON: "You're not serious, right? No? Oh, well. Look, Doc. I'm not much of a writer. I'm more of an action kind of guy. Construction, did I tell you? And well, I'm so busy at work—you wouldn't believe the shit going on with this project down in Atlanta ..."
"I understand, Mr. Jeon. But you don't need to worry. This is not a school assignment for your English teacher. It doesn't have to be fancy. It doesn't even have to be in complete sentences. It's just an exercise. An experiment, let's say. You don't have to show it to anyone."
MR. JEON: "Nobody?"
ME: "No one."
MR. JEON: "Not . . . you know . . . her?"
ME: "Mrs. Jeon? Oh, no, you don't have to show her. You don't even have to show me. Of course, you can show it to me if you want. But mostly I want you to feel free to write down whatever you want. To help you figure out exactly what it is that's troubling you. Sometimes we don't know what our story is until we tell it to ourselves."
NOTE: Mr. Jeon takes another hit from the flask. He seems to realize I might be counting. Quickly; he screws the top back on and tucks it into the pocket of his suit jacket.
MR. JEON (shrugging): "What the hell." Laughs like it's no big deal. "I mean, sure. I'll take a shot at it. Why not? You're the doc, right?"
ME: "Excellent."
MR. JEON: "But hey, no promises."
NOTE: Mr. Jeon jumps up to leave. Shakes my hand like we're buddies at a high school reunion. Starts to hustle out. Then stops. Turns around.
MR. JEON: "Uh, Doc?"
"Yes, Mr. Jeon?"
MR. JEON: "So, uh, like how do I begin?"
"Just begin at the beginning. Try to remember how you met your wife . . . Maybe try to remember why you first fell in love."
MR. JEON: "Yeah. Great. Gotcha!"
NOTE: Mr. Jeon bolts out the door like the school bell just
rang.
I jot down a note and shake my head. I wonder if I'll ever hear or see from Mr. Jeon again. I did, however; hear from Mrs. Jeon again. To review Jane's file notes,
NOTE: I nod, pleased. I can tell from her face . . . there are still a few embers smoldering among the ashes of this marriage.
"Very good. Begin with that. Oh, I do wish we could get Mr. Jeon to do this, too. Do you think it's a possibility—"
MRS. JEON (looks stricken): "Oh, no! I mean, I don't think he wants to come in anymore. I mean, well, you know how men are. He's not really into . . . things like this. And actually, well . . ."
ME: "Yes?"
MRS. JEON (soft laugh): "I haven't exactly mentioned to him—yet—that I was coming alone. I didn't want to worry him, you know. Or make him think I thought there was something really wrong. I just sort of wanted ... to keep it . . . private."
NOTE: Ah, yes. One of the little secrets . . . [It appears that Mr. Jeon has a few secrets, too. Unbeknownst to Mrs. Jeon, he called for a separate appointment as well.]
JANE
Okay. This feels kind of funny, writing all this down. But here goes.
Here’s how I met Jungkook. It was six years ago, and I was staying in the Americana Hotel, in Bogota, Colombia. I was there to aas-aos I was working on an assignment for my organization. The company I work for. Just something routine. The place was in total chaos. Politicians were being killed; soldiers raided the buildings on a regular basis, the policia ransacked rooms. Suddenly, one afternoon, the whole town went mad-people flooded the streets, yelling and screaming. I heard a voice shouting in Spanish,
“Somebody shot the Barracuda!”
The Barracuda-Sancho Varron. I knew the name well. A local politician who ran the province. Not a good guy. I had ... heard that he’d been assassinated. Dark storm clouds threatened overhead, mirroring the mood in the streets, and for both reasons, I decided it might be wise to head indoors. My hair was dark and my Spanish was excellent, but my clothes definitely screamed “La turiMa gringa.” Not the best day to stand out in a crowd. I shoved through the panicked crowd till I reached my hotel. With a glance over my shoulder, I ducked into the doorway. As my eyes adjusted to the cooler darkness of the lobby, I saw a man sitting at the bar. He was watching the turmoil outside as calmly as if he were watching a parade pass by. Black hair, golden tan. Lean but muscular, like a boxer. Stunning good looks. American business traveler, I guessed. Or maybe a tourist. He was using a dog-eared copy of Let 'A Go: South America as a coaster. It was the first time I ever laid eyes on Jungkook. And I thought at that moment that I would never be able to look away. A bellboy was telling him the news of the assassination.
“Police are rounding up single tourists!” the young man warned in Spanish. I never did understand exactly why they did that. Maybe it was something they picked up from American movies. “Are you alone, sir?” he asked Jungkook. I saw him shrug yeah. Best news I’d heard all day. He must have felt my stare because he looked up at that moment. And it took my breath away. He had devastating brown eyes. Eyes a woman could get lost in. And since I’d completed the day’s assignment, I thought I might just like to get lost for a while. I took a step toward him.
Just then the policia Capitan stormed into the bar and ruined the party, rounding up suspects and otherwise throwing his weight around. On the slightest whim, he could drag us off to jail, where we might never be seen or heard from again. My heart pounded as he noticed me. Gave me the once-over, made assumptions, glanced back at Jungkook.
“You two are together?” the Capitan asked. Our eyes met. And ... that’s all it took, really.
One look-a refuge in the middle of a murderous riot-and Jungkook and I were together. Jungkook took my arm as if he’d been waiting for me all afternoon. I gave him a flirtatious hug, then led him toward the stairs. The Capitan bought it, looked a little jealous, even, and moved on to terrify other innocent people. I squeezed Jungkook’s hand as we continued upstairs. Looks like we’d dodged another bullet.
JUNGKOOK
This is weird.
I’m not sure I can do this.
Okay. Here goes.
Here’s how I met Jane. It was five years ago, and I was in Bogota, Colombia, to aas-s Well, I was on an assignment. For my engineering company. I often travel in my work. I was sitting at the bar in the lobby of the Americana Hotel watching the world erupt into anarchy when a bellboy rushed up to me with news: “Somebody shot the Barracuda!” he shouted in Spanish. “Sancho Varron?” The boy nodded. No need to tell him it wasn’t news to me. “Police are rounding up single tourists,” the boy said, which again was not news. “Are you alone?” he asked. I was alone. I was always alone. It was the kind of life I led. Then the policia Capitan stormed in, no big fucking surprise, backed up by his pack of rats and scaring everybody with his weenie of a gun. The next thing I knew he was in my face, shouting something. But suddenly, even though I speak fluent Spanish, I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Because an absolute vision had just walked in the door, and for a moment, I was oblivious to everything else. Hair the color of melted chocolate. Gray eyes that could burn a hole in a man’s heart. Curves that looked hard and soft at the same time. I don’t know what the hell a woman like that was doing in a place like this. And I didn't care. I was just glad that out of all the gin joints in the world, she’d walked into mine. Her smile said she’d noticed me, too.
The policia Capitan shoved me, demanding my attention. “What?” I didn’t dare tear my eyes away from the vision, in case she tried to disappear. The Capitan followed my gaze. “You two are together?” he demanded. Without a word, I asked her. Are we? Without a word, she answered, Hell, yeah. At least, that was my fantasy translation. I nodded at the Capitan, who looked just the tiniest bit jealous as this goddess gave me a sexy hug and then pulled me toward the stairs. We continued our charade all the way up to her room, where I assumed the game would end. But a round of gunfire changed our minds. We ducked inside and slammed the door. Side by side, leaning against the door, our hearts drumming in our throats, we listened to the shouting, the gunfire, the pounding footsteps. Hoping we’d be among the lucky ones. I expected my date to scream, or faint, or at least burst into tears. Instead, she started giggling, like a little girl playing a thrilling game of hide-and-seek. Jesus! I rolled across her and held my hand over her mouth, inadvertently (yeah, right) pressing the rest of me against the rest of her in the process. Her eyes widened like I’d made a pass at her. And hell, maybe I had at that. Neither of us moved. I stared down into her clear gray eyes and thought at that moment that I would never be able to look away.
I could feel her heart pounding, I could smell the heat of the day on her skin. Who was she? What kind of woman faced danger and laughed? My kind of a woman. I knew how I wanted that evening to end. At sunset, when the day’s insanity had quieted down for the night, we escaped the sweltering hotel and ran into the streets. It had begun to rain by then, people were rushing everywhere. We dashed ahead of them with Spanish newspapers over our heads toward a place I knew down a back alley. “Varron ran this province for years,” I was explaining to her as we ducked beneath an awning. She nodded. “That’s three assassinations this week.” So. She kept up with things. “Four,” I said. “So, what brings you to Bogota?” “Business.” I waited, but she said nothing more. Maybe I should have asked, but hell. I didn't really care why she was there. Just that she was. “You?” she asked.
“Pleasure.” She seemed to like that answer. I led her into a basement dive bar, a little place that was popular with the locals. We’d be safe here. And it was a good place to get drunk without anybody remembering your name. The dance floor was mobbed with people trying to forget about the world outside; the salsa music was frantic, the dancing hot and furious, and sexy as hell. Not that I ever participated; but I did like to watch. As I led Jane toward a table in the corner, the danger we’d been in that day seemed to suddenly hit her. “I was right in the street,” she said. “I guess I was pretty lucky.” “Trust me,” I murmured as I sat and pulled her down beside me. “I’m the lucky one.” I snapped my fingers, and a bottle of tequila slid across our table out of nowhere, followed by all the fixings. That's what I liked about the place. The service. And the cheap booze. I poured out two shots and raised my glass for a toast. “To dodging bullets ..." I said.
She smiled and clinked her glass to mine. “To dodging bullets ...” My eyes never left hers as we licked the salt from our hands, sucked up the tequila, and bit down into juicy, tangy limes. It was the single sexiest drink I’d ever had in my life. Two more and Jane was dragging me onto the grinding, pulsing dance floor. I hollered at her that I didn’t dance. But when she threw her arms around me and began to move her hips, she quickly convinced me otherwise.
JANE
Jungkook said he didn’t dance. But that night I thought, if this is how he moves on instinct, he’d be downright dangerous with a few lessons. It was better than most of the sex I’d had. I always liked men who knew how to move. That night I learned the secret of salsa’s allure. It was a dance that said, “To hell with today, to hell with tomorrow-tonight we dance.” And so, we did, filling our minds with nothing but the moment. The only thing that finally tore us away from the dance floor was the dress code-clothes. We had to keep them on. And so, high on tequila, we escaped into the night and tumbled into a cab. There was plenty of room in the backseat, but somehow, I found myself curling up on Jungkook’s lap, where we continued to move to a salsa beat. When we reached the hotel, our dash up the stairs to my room was no longer a charade. Later, to escape the sweltering heat inside, we wrapped ourselves in our tangled sheets and climbed out onto the rooftop, where we sat and dangled our feet over the edge. The breeze was heaven on earth, and the clouds had given way to a riotous canopy of stars. We felt like angels, perched high above the earth on a lofty cloud.
Down below us, a small crowd had gathered on the street to watch an old black-and-white movie projected on a bullet scarred wall. One of my favorites-Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, twenty feet tall and dancing as if they were made for each other. And that’s how I felt as Jungkook pulled me into his arms. The next morning, I woke to sunlight streaming across my face. Delightfully sore from dancing and everything else, I stretched, joyfully aware of being alive. And happier than I'd been in a long time. Maybe ever. I rolled over and reached across the bed . . .And felt nothing but rumpled sheets. I sighed. A wonderful night or a beautiful dream? Either way, it was nice while it lasted. And either way, it had disappeared with the dawn. Ah, well. I was used to being alone. I was always alone. It was how I lived my life. By choice. But it had been nice to think otherwise for a night. I snuggled back down into my pillow, and tried to recover a wisp of my delicious dream when I heard a key in the lock. I sat up and pulled the covers around me. Had the policia returned? Then the door opened and there he was. Jungkook. As real and as glorious as he’d been in the night.
“Hiya, stranger,” I said. “Hiya back.” He moved toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. And
he came with gifts. A steaming cup of coffee and the morning paper. “I think room service fled,” he said. “So, I did what I could.” I took a sip of the coffee as he tossed the paper on the bed. “Mmm. Cafe con leche. It’s good.” “Better be,” Jungkook said. “I had to milk the goat myself.” I laughed. “A man who’d risk his life for a cup of coffee. You’ve gotta love that.” Jungkook looked startled, then crossed to the window and pulled back the curtains to stare out into the streets. The glass was shattered from the day before. Black smoke hung in the distance, darkening the sky. But all I saw was him. And it was a beautiful morning. With a sigh I opened up the newspaper, and gasped.
There, tucked in the fold, was a flower. A simple one. The kind of bastard wildflower that shoots up against all odds from the cracks in a battered sidewalk. It was the most beautiful flower I’d ever seen. “Anything in the paper?” Jungkook asked without turning around. “Nope,” I said with a smile, and slid the flower behind my ear. Then I picked up the paper again, trying hard not to adore this wonderful man.
Good things, I knew, were as ephemeral as a wildflower in your hair. The paper was filled with pictures of yesterday’s carnage. This place, it was no longer safe. With my work complete, I should have been gone by now. “You watched me sleep last night,” I said casually. “Did I?” he asked, feigning innocence. I snuggled back against the pillows and stretched my arms above my head. “What did you see?” “What did he see ... . ?” Jungkook turned and leaned against the windowsill, studying me as if I were some great painting he’d purchased at Sotheby’s and just unwrapped in his own home. I took the moment to study him as well, framed by the window’s morning glow. And I came to the conclusion that the man could give Michelangelo’s David an inferiority complex. “He saw himself flying home and wishing he’d known her middle name,” Jungkook said at last. “And her?” His answer surprised me. I was touched, and falling quickly under his spell. It was a lovely feeling, a part of me thought. And far too dangerous, countered another. Many words sprang to my lips. I was very good at games of the heart, so I knew to keep things light, flirtatious. “She saw herself walking through Chinatown,” I said, “and wondering how he felt about jazz.” A clever, sexy line, I decided. “And he,” Jungkook vollied, “thought that maybe there is something more sublime than the perfect putt on the eighteenth green on a sunny Sunday morning.” Be Mill, my heart, my grin answered, as I drew the covers up to my chin. “And she thought how much he’d love her lemon cake,” I said playfully.
Suddenly he was towering over me, and the playfulness in his voice was replaced by an intensity that took my breath away. “He suspected that last night would be the night by which all other nights were measured.” His eyes dared me to step out from behind the security of coy phrases. And so, in spite of being scared, I answered honestly. “And she agreed.”
Jungkook leaned down, his face inches from mine, his chocolate eyes guarded.
So. We were both afraid. And with that knowledge, a giddiness began to bubble up in my heart. “What happens next?” he whispered. “Everything,” I said. He growled like a starving tiger as we fell into each other’s arms, into a kiss that felt as if it would never end.
JUNGKOOK
“aaand step right up, ladies and gentlemen!”
Jane and I were strolling through the San Gennaro Street festival, one of New York City's oldest and biggest street fairs, held in Manhattan's Little Italy. Yeah, that's right. We'd traded streets-one filled with murder and mayhem for one overflowing with laughter, music, and celebration. We’d left Bogota and flown home. And, well, let's just say we'd stayed in touch. Very much in touch. No more bullets to dodge.
Instead, Jane and I dodged the crowds as we shared pink cotton candy and browsed the stalls offering food, crafts, games, and other things to spend money on. “Come on, little lady, don’t be afraid!” The ancient barker working the shooting gallery had no idea who he was talking to. I didn’t think my Jane was afraid of anything. It didn’t escape my notice that I was already thinking of her as mine. Jane slowed down and seemed attracted to the toy guns.
“Want to try your luck?” I suggested.
Her killer lips curled into a smile, considering.
“Why not?”
As I paid the man, Jane selected a gun. It looked a little awkward in her hands, but I resisted the urge to correct her hold. It was just for fun, after all. She aimed, fired; The gun had quite a kickback. Jane stumbled a little and missed. I urged her to try again. The next time she almost blinded the barker! Poor guy. I tried not to laugh as she shrugged and handed the gun to me. I took the weapon in my hands, testing the weight, rolled my neck to loosen up. Then took aim. What is it about carnivals, girls, and guns that just makes you want to show off? I fired-and bull’s-eyed the target. Jane gasped, and looked very impressed. I shrugged. “Beginner's luck, I guess.” Hell, I didn’t want to make her feel bad. So, I decided not to try so hard with my next shot. I had other reasons, too, for not wanting to show off in public just how good I was with a gun.
So, I took a few more shots, this time dipping down, missing a couple for good measure. All in all, not bad for your average Joe. Even trying to miss, I won a small stuffed bear. Proud of myself, I turned to walk away and offer the prize to my girl.
But Jane stopped me. “Urn, may I have another go?” Ah, I thought. Competitive, are we? I liked that in
a woman. This time she held the gun like a pro, raised it to her eye, and fired off five rounds in a row.
Blam! Blam! Blaml Blam! Blaml
I nearly dropped my bear.
Five shots. Five perfect bull’s-eyes.
“Beginner’s luck, I guess,” she said as she walked off with her prize: a life-size stuffed bear. I guess I must have looked stunned. With a laugh, she slipped the scarf from around her bear’s neck and whipped it around mine. She had me where she wanted me. She could have ended my life with a hard twist. But instead, she pulled me close and ended my life as I knew it . . . with a killer kiss. Goddamn. She was the girl of my dreams.
JANE
Okay, so now I was scared. It had been six weeks since Jungkook and I met in Bogota. Six weeks! And now he wanted to take me out someplace really special for dinner. Dress up, he said. So, you might ask, what was I scared of?
The six-weeks part.
I hadn’t been in a relationship that lasted longer than six weeks since I took piano lessons in second grade. And that only lasted for seven. Good things never lasted. And this thing between Jungkook and me? It was good. Very, very good. So of course, it had to end. And soon. Hell, for all I knew, this could be our last night together. So, I dressed up as if I had something to celebrate. Even though I might only be toasting adieu. We could have walked, but Jungkook suggested we take a taxi, since I was wearing heels. I secretly think taking cabs reminded him of our first night in Bogota. All too soon we arrived at the River Cafe. I suggested we drink tequila for old time’s sake, but Jungkook ordered champagne.
“Champagne is for celebrating,” he said. I smiled, blinking away the sudden moisture in my eyes. We drank champagne, we watched the river, but mostly we stared at each other. We’d ordered food, but it sat there between us, untouched. I was hungry, but only for him. I think there was music; I think people danced. But just as in Bogota, we seemed oblivious to everything, as if our lives were lived at the eye of a hurricane while the rest of the world stormed around us. I wondered wildly if there was some way to make this night last forever. Maybe we could lasso the moon and ride it forever through the stars, so the dream would never end. Not the kind of thoughts I usually entertained. But then, that’s what being with Jungkook did to me. That’s when Jungkook’s hand moved to his pocket. I thought it was for a pen, at first. Or a cigarette? But instead, he pulled out a small box. Light blue, the shade that Tiffany’s is known for.
I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. Jungkook didn’t say a word. He just opened the box. And then the whole world sparkled as he slid a ring on my left hand. Jungkook had given me the stars and a night that would last forever.
JUNGKOOK
“STOP!” my best friend and coworker Taehyung exclaimed. The next day I was working out in my regular
boxing gym with a trainer. I'd been telling Taehyung about Jane, and he did not like what he was hearing.
“You’re what” “I'm in love,” I said. Taehyung looked at me as if I’d taken too many blows to the head. “You've known her, what, six weeks?” But how could I explain to Taehyung? He changed women more often than he changed his socks. “This girl, Taehyung-she’s . . . wild. She’s strong, and she’s competitive. I don’t know how to describe it. I feel like. .
Pow! I slammed into the bag.
JANE
"You don’t think this is happening a little fast?”
I The next day I was climbing with my best friend and coworker Rose. I always found this sport to be a great way to work out, but today I found it especially exhilarating and had to struggle not to leave Rose far behind. But she wasn’t talking about my climbing speed. She was talking about my relationship with Jungkook
“You know me,” I said, glancing back down. “I don’t do anything rashly-watch your foothold.”
She did. “So, what does he do?” “Construction. He’s a big-league contractor.” “Great,” Rose said sarcastically. “So, he lays cement.” I laughed. “That’s not all.”
JUNGKOOK
She’s in computers,” I told Taehyung. “A server goes down in Wall Street, she’s in there anytime day or night. She’s like Batman for computers. Or something.”
JANE
“And the sex ... ?” Rose asked.
JUNGKOOK
ham! I let loose with a thundering punch, knocking my sparring partner off his feet. Taehyung whistled. “That good, huh?”
JANE
We had reached the top of the cliff, and the view was magnificent. I’d always been athletic—my job required me to stay in shape. But I had never felt more energetic. I suspected it had something to do with my workouts with Jungkook. But Rose was still a ways behind me, and still skeptical. Sex is sex, was her attitude. Why complicate it with things like relationships? “You don't worry that, you know, your work schedule might foul things up?” she asked.
“Use the crag on your left,” I suggested. And yes, I’d thought of that. There would be some ... complications, sometimes. But I was sure it was nothing I couldn’t work out. “He travels a lot, like me,” I explained. “So, it’s not a problem-” I pulled her up beside me. And ignored her worried frown.
JUNGKOOK
“-and, what, am I supposed to sacrifice any personal life I have for my job?” I asked Taehyung.
I kept working with my trainer. My endurance was better than ever. I smiled. You might think Jane and I would wear each other out. That’s how the old sports advice went. But instead, it was having just the opposite effect. I had more energy and drive than ever.
Jab, cross, duck . . . jab, cross, duck ... I felt like I could go on like this for hours.
But Taehyung was not convinced. To him sex was just something that kept breakfast, lunch, and dinner from being one continuous meal. “I give this six months, tops,” he said. “No way it lasts longer than that.”
“Taehyung,” I confessed. “I asked her to marry me.”
“What?!”
“I’m getting married.”
Whack! Taehyung was so startled by my news, he walked right into my trainer’s glove. He went down, hard. He was never going to forgive me for the news.
JANE
Jungkook and I got married in the city clerk’s office. We couldn’t wait any longer. Rose was my maid of honor, and Jungkook’s friend Taehyung stood up for him as best man.
They both looked mad as hell.
But we barely noticed. When Jungkook slipped the ring on my finger, our hands shook. It was the first time in my life anyone had promised me anything.
“-if any party should feel opposed to this union,” the clerk said, “let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” I saw Rose biting her tongue, and I made a face at her to stop.
I’d show her.
JUNGKOOK
I was afraid Taehyung would burst when the clerk said that bit about speaking now or forever holding your peace. It took everything he had to restrain himself. He still thought I was nuts. But I’d told him he could only stand up as my best man at the wedding if he promised not to say a word.
And I warned him I’d punch him out if he dared. So, we made it through the ceremony. My hands shook as I slipped the ring on Jane’s finger, but she just glowed. And then the clerk said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon.” Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. I liked the way that sounded.
And when he said, “You may kiss the bride,”
well . . .
We kissed until the couple waiting to go next complained.
JANE
The last assignment Dr. Wexler gave me wasn’t all that painful, so I’m ready to give this one a try, too. The good doctor wants me to write about my life now, so here goes ...
I am
We are doing
Jungkook is
Okay, this is harder than I thought. Maybe I’ll just write about last night. I was making dinner, like most nights. Ping! The timer chimed and I peeked inside the oven. Everything looked perfect. But, of course, it wasn’t. Six years is a long time.
Things change.
People change.
My perfect life ... isn’t really perfect. So I just keep trying to make it that way. The house, the yard, the food. I throw myself into everything with the same ambition and competitiveness that drives my work.
Like dinner. I can dance around this kitchen, chopping vegetables and tossing pans like I was Jackie Chan. I can plan, organize, and prepare a dinner for fifty that would put the White House to shame.
And I do it every night for two. Even after a long hard day at work, like last night. I cooked a savory meal, set the table, and chilled the wine so everything would be absolutely perfect. Even though it never was. But what else could I do? I had to keep trying. I heard a car in the driveway, and looked up as headlights splashed through the window. Why do I always tense up the moment Jungkook arrives? I wondered.
Remember who you are, I reminded myself. You’re Smart, you’re Strong. You can do anything. I snatched up my knife and twirled it over my fingers before slamming it into its block.
Yeah, anything but save my own marriage.
JUNGKOOK
Okay. It was hard enough writing about the past. About Bogota. That was one thing. But now Doc Wexler wants me to write about what’s going on today-in our marriage. I told him-he’s a guy, he should know-we don’t do this kind of stuff very easily.
“That’s the point,” he said. He thinks there’s a lot of stuff bothering me. Like shit deep down inside. Stuff that I avoid thinking about. Stuff I never deal with. And that sometimes the only way to address it is to get it all out in a journal.
“Hey, the punching bag usually works for me,” I joked.
Dr. Wexler didn't laugh.
So here I am.
Okay. I couldn’t figure out how to start. So I called Dr. Wexler to say that it wasn’t working but thanks anyway. I was about to hang up and forget the whole thing, but he stopped me. He’s a persistent bastard, you know. He just said, “Relax, Jungkook. Remember this is not homework.” Then he reminded me that there are no right or wrong answers here. He suggested that I start by writing about last night. “Just write down what you remember,” he said. “The rest will come.” I reluctantly said okay, I’d give it a whirl.
So here I go.
Last night.
I pulled into the driveway and eased the sedan into the garage.
For a moment I just sat there, listening to the engine hum as I got my act together. It had been a long day, and the world I’d been in was light-years away from the one waiting for me in that house. Five years was a long time.
Things changed.
People changed.
Or maybe . . . maybe everything just faded. Like a newspaper lying in the sun.
Might as well go in, I thought finally. Jane’s hearing rivals Superman’s, so I felt sure she knew I was home. If I sat here too long, she’d come flying out to see what was wrong. I unbuckled my seat belt and Damn! Where was my ring? I’d almost forgotten to put it back on. I searched my pockets and found it in my coat, then slipped it back on my left ring finger. I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror. Pay attention, man.
Hell, what was that? A smudge of red on my collar. Shit, that’d send Jane through the roof. I rubbed it, but no way was it coming out. So I managed to tuck my collar in a bit, hiding the stain. Then I hurried into the house. Once inside, I tossed my keys into a bowl in the foyer. Wondering, certainly not for the first time, why I felt so tense every time I walked in the front door.
Jane appeared out of nowhere. “Perfect timing,” she said with a smile. She looked at me expectantly. Oh, yeah. The butter. Thank God I didn’t forget. I'd never hear the end of it. With a flourish I pulled the carton from my coat pocket. “You ask for butter? I bring you butter.”
“Good day?” she asked as she took it. I shrugged. “Same old same old. You?” She mirrored my shrug. Hesitated. I leaned down to deliver the obligatory kiss. Bad move. I saw her frown as she pulled away. Which meant she obviously noticed the smell of alcohol on my breath.
“I stopped off for one with Taehyung,” I said casually. Jane nodded, not hiding her displeasure very well. And I’m sure I didn’t hide mine well, either. She was always on my case about the drinking. But now there was something more. She was staring at the butter like it was a two-headed snake. “This is salted,” she complained. She held up the carton so I could see it; yep, it said salted right there on the front. I blinked. “Does it come any other way?” “Un-salted,” she said. Adding under her breath, “Like I asked for.”
I groaned inwardly. Why did she keep giving me these ridiculous errands to do when she was never satisfied with how I did them? It was like an ice princess sending the poor beleaguered knight out on some quest that he could never fulfill. I tried to apologize, but she just waved it away. "It’s all right. I’ll just, uh, work around it.” Hey, if that’s your toughest lump of the day . . .
Fortunately, she tried to change the subject. “I got new curtains for the living room,” she said cheerfully.
“You did?”
“I did.”
She led me into the already perfectly decorated living room to show me the new green curtains that we didn’t need, draped over the sofa. They were huge; the color overwhelmed everything else in sight. "There was a tug-of-war over the material when I found it,” she said. "This tea sandwich of a man got his hands on it, too, but I won.”
“Of course you did.” She always does.
“I figured with the boldness of the solid, we should consider maybe finding a checkered cover for the couch,” she went on, “something not too busy, not a floral obviously, and definitely lighter than the curtains, which means we should get a darker Persian for the floor.” My eyes were glazing over, and I felt a headache coming on. So we were getting curtains that we didn’t need, which meant we would have to change the couch covers to match the curtains, and then the rug to match the new couch covers that we wouldn’t have had to buy if we didn’t get new curtains to begin with.
“Or here’s a thought,” I said. “We could just stick with the old curtains.” She looked up and frowned. Sure took her long enough to realize she was having a conversation with herself about something that irritated the hell out of me. “What? We talked about this. Don't you remember?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Because we decided to wait.” I sighed at the miserable look on her face. My happy little homecoming was over. Jane smoothed the already smoothed-out curtains.
“If you don’t like them, I can take them back-”
“I don't like them-”
“Well, get used to them"
The silence was staggering. How the hell had we gotten to this point again? All hope of a pleasant evening was gone, which was exactly where I wanted to be.
“I think I’ll go wate—”
“I should work on the-”
Mercifully, we allowed each other to escape. Outside, I turned on the hose and sprayed the flowers along the driveway. Not that they needed it. But I needed it. I liked the sound of water. It was soothing. Made me think of rivers, flowing away downstream. I spotted a basketball lying among the tulips. Was it my old one, or had some kid left it behind? Man, it had been ages since I shot hoops. On a whim, I scooped up the ball and took a shot at the basket mounted on the garage. Then I turned around, picked up the hose, and went back to watering.
Thirty feet behind me, I heard the ball sing through the hoop. I could sink a shot without even looking.
But this marriage ... it was getting harder and harder to even try.
JANE
He didn’t care about the curtains. He never even thought about the house. I’m not sure he cared about anything in the house. Including me. So why did he make such a fuss? Why did he have to ruin something that mattered so much to me? He never seemed to care that things were always the same. What was wrong with a little change now and then? Change is good. Sometimes I get so bored staring at the same things over and over, I think I’m going nuts. Sometimes, I think, if I didn’t have my job to escape to every day …
Forget about it, I told myself. Just fix the curtains. They’ll look great, he’ll see. It’ll be a nice change. I stood on a chair and snapped the panel over the rod. But the chair was too low. I still needed to reach higher to fully straighten out the fabric. So I stood with one foot on the arm of the chair, the other foot on the top corner, and then I stretched until the curtain hung just right. Thanks to my job and climbing workouts, I could balance like a mountain goat on the top of a pin.
Perfect.
But then I heard Jungkook come in. I jumped down instantly. He looked up from the mail just as I stepped off the chair, missing my skilled acrobatics by seconds. I smiled at him. “What do you think?” He looked at the curtains, then back at me. The best he could offer was a weak smile. We sleepwalked through the meal, as usual. Jungkook was polite as always, saying his lines, complimenting the food.
I could have been anybody, said anything, and none of it would have mattered. Sometimes I felt like a ghost. Invisible. Most nights I felt like jumping up and shouting, Look at me! I’m alive! Ask me Something. Yell at me. Anything but this! Sometimes I want to shout, Let me tell you what I really did today. You wouldn’t believe it!
Instead, I just pick up my knife and slice off another piece of meat.
JUNGKOOK
She makes such a big deal out of dinner every single night. I mean, I told her a long time ago, Jane, you don’t have to do this. I didn’t marry you just so you could cook for me. I mean, can’t we just have a frozen pizza or some microwave nachos sometimes?
But no. It has to be this perfect dinner every time, like something out of a magazine. I don’t know, maybe that’s what it was like in her house growing up. So that night we sat at opposite ends of our huge table in the dining room. Candles flickering and all. But everything I did seemed to irritate her.
I drank my wine and refilled the glass. That seemed to bug her. Guess she thought I was drinking too much again. Then I complimented her on the food. I mean, it looked beautiful-almost too beautiful to eat. And I asked her, “You do something new with it?”
“I added peas,” she said. “Ah. Peas,” I said. I scooped up a huge mouthful. “Mmm. It's good.” What’d I say? She looked like she was ready to blow. So I gave up and ate in silence for a while. And then I asked her to pass the salt.
Well, you wouldn’t think passing the salt would be such a big issue. But she stages these little battles of will, which she’s got to win at all cost. “Could you pass the salt, please?” I asked. For some reason, she looked annoyed. “It’s in the middle of the table.” I looked. And well, to tell you the truth, it looked like it was a little closer to her end of the table than mine. Not that it really mattered. But she was the one who made it into a contest. “Is that the middle?” I snapped.
“It’s between you and me,” she said. Damn. So I screeched back my chair, got up, walked to the middle of the table-her side of the middle-and grabbed the salt. You should have seen the smile of victory on her face.
Till I sat back down-and drowned her precious dinner in salt. Jane swallowed her smile. Let me tell you, I had a hard time swallowing my dinner, too, with all that salt.
But it was worth it. This time. I’d won.
I wasn’t sure what I’d won, exactly. But . . . I’d won.
JANE
later that night, after managing to avoid each other all evening in our large perfect home, we found ourselves in our bedroom. Bedtime usually comes when there’s no way to put it off any longer. Sometimes I go to sleep early while Jungkook stays up working in his office or the den. Or when he’s puttering around out back in his toolshed.
Sometimes I stay up late, finding little things to do in the kitchen. Or I watch an old black-and-white movie on TV. Sometimes I even fall asleep on the couch. Accidentally, of course. Jungkook usually leaves me there, and the next morning says he didn’t want to wake me. But some nights I think, if we could just go to bed together, and talk ... really talk … But we never do.
Tonight I was already in bed, reading a novel, when Jungkook came in, dressed in his pajamas, and slid in beside me. He busied himself with his alarm clock, his covers, his pillow. I laid my book down. A sign that I... could be interrupted. To talk. Or whatever. But of course, he didn’t look at me. He was rarely interested in interruptions anymore.
“Well,” he said to the foot of the bed. “I’m bushed.” I shut my heart against the rebuff. It got easier every time. “Me, too,” I said quickly. “Busy day tomorrow.” “Good night, sweetie,” Jungkook said. He paused a moment, and I waited hopefully. Then all he said was, “Love you.” I swallowed. “Love you, too,” I echoed. When did we drop the I? I wondered. When did I love you turn into the abbreviation Love you?
It really didn’t mean the same.
“How’re ya doing?”
“Have a nice day.”
“Love you.”
Meaningless expressions that people said without thinking. I sighed and turned off my bedside lamp. Jungkook turned off his. We settled down in the darkness. I closed my eyes and could almost believe I was all alone. Which, I sometimes thought, might just be easier than this.
JUNGKOOK
Well, you can imagine what it was like in the bedroom that night. Jane was already tucked in, reading. I waited as long as I could before hitting the sack, hoping maybe she’d fall asleep. But I was tired, dog tired, and finally I just couldn’t put it off any longer. I changed into my pajamas in the bathroom, then climbed into bed. She put down her book. Looked at me expectantly. But what the hell did she think, really? I mean, to be honest . . . there hadn’t been a whole lot going on in that room except sleeping for . . . well, for a long time. And after the evening we’d had . . .
“Well, I’m bushed,” I said, fussing with my covers. Trying to yawn. She just looked away. “Yeah, me, too. Busy day tomorrow . ” She sounded so hurt, I felt like a heel. But I didn’t know what in the hell I could do about it. I figured the best thing I could do was just go to sleep, and put us both out of our misery. “Good night, sweetie,” I said, forcing the affection. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” she said. Automatically. Like she always does. She never says it first anymore. But if I say it first, she says it back.
“How are you?”
"Fine, and you?”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
It was a relief when we just turned out the lights. I mean, maybe I could have said something. Or touched her hand. Offered a small gesture that would have made a difference.
Maybe . . .
But I was tired. Tired of trying , too. I can’t make myself feel something I don’t. I mean, really, what did she expect?
JANE
few nights later Jungkook and I were doing the dishes together. A chore, a ritual. We didn’t talk. Jungkook scrubbed the plates under running water, and I put them in the dishwasher. That’s how we always did it. What if we just got totally crazy and switched places? I could scrape and rinse-and he could load?! I guess our marriage couldn’t stand the excitement. His mind was elsewhere, as usual. Thinking about something or someone else. Work, I guess. I could have whacked him over the head with one of the plates, I thought, and he still wouldn’t notice me.
Then, absentmindedly, he handed me a plate that was still caked with food. I mean, I told myself Jane, don’t make an issue out of it. Just put it in the dishwater. But really, why not do things right? I knew the plate would come out still dirty, and worse, caked with food baked on by the heat of the drying cycle. So I squeezed past him to lean over the sink and scraped the food into the garbage disposal.
Well, he didn’t say a word. Just made this face he makes. Pursed his lips, like some old sourpuss. You would have thought I’d insulted his tie. Luckily the phone rang.
My eyes shot to the phone on the wall. So did Jungkook’s. Line two was lit up. My line. “Office,” I said, and quickly snapped up the receiver. “Just be a sec.” I dashed out of the kitchen, and up the stairs. Leaving Jungkook to do whatever the hell he wanted to with the goddamn dishes.
JUNGKOOK
I watched Jane go. Ducking her head, covering up the receiver as she spoke into the phone. She sure got a lot of calls from the office. I stared at the dirty plate in my hands as I listened to her pounding up the stairs, to our bedroom. Where she couldn’t be heard.
I listened anyway.
The faucet dripped in the sink.
Nothing.
Then I took that dirty plate and stuck it straight into the goddamn dishwasher. Without scrubbing it clean first.
Just a tiny act of rebellion.
Hey, a guy had to do something every now and then to protect his manhood.
Suddenly I heard a strange scraping noise upstairs, over my head. Like furniture being dragged across the floor. Or a body. My eyes narrowed. Now what?
Not that I cared. But . . . maybe Jane needed some help. Casually, quietly, I stole up the stairs toward our bedroom. As I moved down the hallway, I could see our door was open a little. Just enough for me to peek inside. Jane, her back to me, had just slipped on her coat. Still talking quietly into the phone, I heard her say, “Mmm-hmm . . . uh-huh . . . Penthouse suite. Be there in forty-five.”
Penthouse suite, huh?
She hung up, and I took a step back. But the floor creaked, just the tiniest bit. She spun around and saw me, standing in the doorway. “Jesus, honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. ”Sorry,” I said with a casual shrug. “Just wanted to make sure everything was all right.” She rolled her eyes and swung her arm toward the phone. “Some clown just crashed a server at a law firm downtown, and ended the world as they know it.” Her movements seemed exaggerated, her voice a little too loud. She shrugged apologetically. “Gotta go to the city.” “We promised the Coleman’s,” I reminded her. She stiffened, and checked her watch. “I’ll be back by nine. In and out. Just a quickie,” she added. I kinda wished she hadn’t used that word.
She smiled. I smiled. A formality, really. I guess we were both half relieved to be free of each other's company for a few hours. I waited till I heard the front door slam, then traced her path down the stairs. I stood at the front window and watched her back out of the driveway. Not for the first time, I wondered where she was really going. What she’d be doing. Who she’d be doing it with. Maybe she wondered the same things when I went out.
When did we stop asking?
Hell, when did we stop really caring?
Her headlights hit me like a searchlight, then she was gone. A clock ticked on the mantel. Suddenly our perfect house seemed too big, too empty.
Lucky for me, I had a little errand to run myself. Half an hour later I was riding across the Queensboro Bridge with my hired chauffeur—a guy named Yousef. I couldn’t quite decide if Yousef was happy or pissed to be driving me and his cab into the city. Probably a little of both. Brother, I know the feeling. His driving sucked. I was still wearing my suit, but I loosened my tie. Easier for the booze to go down that way.
And boy, could I use a drink. Yousef’s cab was a little short on amenities-like a window that worked and a well-stocked limo bar. But no matter, since I always traveled with my own personal wet bar: a silver hip flask. Top-of-the-line Scotch. What else do you need to know? I pulled the flask from my pocket and twisted off the cap.
I held it out a moment as we bounced over something in the road, then found my eyes tracing the engraving. How long had it been since I’d actually read
those words?
To dodging bullets. Love, Jane.
Yeah. Here’s to you, too, babe.
I took a long drink. Yousef looked like he could use a shot himself as we pulled up in front of the address I’d given him. The street was dark, ominously quiet. Trash skittered like rats along the sidewalks. Or maybe it was just rats. I paid the cabbie, tipping him enough to go get so fucking drunk, he’d forget he ever saw me. As soon as I stepped out on the street, he tore off like the devil was after him, and I was alone.
I did a slow three-sixty, then headed down some dank stairs that led to a blacked-out door. I jabbed a buzzer, and after a moment, the door clicked open. I stepped inside and looked around. Jeez. Maybe Yousef had it right. This place was definitely the last stop before hell.
A bare bulb hung over the cash register, revealing some strung-out hookers barely hanging on to the bar. Darkness spared me from whatever else was going on in the stinking room. I sat down on a stool that seemed in danger of plunging through the rotting wood floor. Found my balance. Waited for the bartender to acknowledge me.
At last he glared at me like he’d just heard I’d screwed his mother. “Yeah?” “What kind of beer can I get?” I asked. “Guinness ...” I waited, but he didn’t say anything else. Guess that narrowed down the choices. “I’ll have a Red Label and soda,” I said instead. “Go stingy on the soda.” While he poured my drink I leaned on the bar and studied the decor. Now that my eyes had grown used to the darkness, I could see that the shadows cloaked various felonies in progress: drugs, gambling, cash being exchanged for lumpy bags. A few other things in the corners I didn’t want to think about. Beyond that, a partly drawn curtain led to a hallway and further secret hiding places.
The bartender slammed my drink on the bar. Maybe he thought I was looking a little too nosy. So I turned back around and stared down into my drink. It was black. Sure didn’t look like Red Label and soda. But the bartender’s look told me he didn’t take criticism well, so, what the hell-booze was booze-I sucked it down. Whoa! That would do the trick. “Hit me again, will ya?” I said, beginning to slur my words a little. He gave me a hard look, so I decided not to linger. “Where’s the Jungkook around here?” I complained, and he nodded toward the curtain in the rear. As soon as he served me my fresh drink-and I’m using the words served and fresh loosely here-I headed through the curtains and staggered down the hallway till I found two doors. One was marked: pisser. The other read: keep the fuck out.
High-class place, this joint. You gotta know this about me. All my life I’ve had major issues with “Keep Out” signs. Something about them piss me off. Just can’t ignore them. So I chose the one less traveled by, and stumbled through the door.
“What the fuck!” somebody shouted.
I'd barged in on a poker game. Very private. Very backroom. Three extremely untrustworthy-looking characters and one all-around badass motherfucker stared at me in disbelief.
“What is this shit?” somebody shouted.
“Sorry,” I slurred. “Was looking for the can.” I started to leave, then, swaying a little, turned back. “You guys playing poker?”
“Private game,” one guy said. “Get the fuck out.”
“You’ve got an empty chair,” I pointed out.
Another guy twisted in his seat and glared at me. “What part of ‘fuck the fuck off’ didn’t you under¬
stand?”
“You sure?” Swaying, I tried to get my hand in my pocket. “I got plenty of . . .” The big mother was on his feet with a semiautomatic pointed at my forehead before I could finish my sentence .
I froze. “Hey, It’s just my roll.” Slowly I pulled my hand from my pocket and showed him a thick wad of bills.
A few whispered words passed between them. Nothing I could catch, but I heard someone call the badass guy Curtis. I got the feeling he was top dog. I could see Curtis thinking: Shit-faced rich boy with a pocket full of dead presidents needing to make a deposit. Who could have a problem with that? Almost in. “I just thought, you got an empty chair-”
“That’s Lucky’s chair,” Curtis snapped. Just what I wanted to hear. “When is Lucky getting
here?”
He grunted. “Whenever Lucky wants to get here.”
“Well, let me play till he shows,” I said. “C’mon,
you know I got money.”
The guys at the table traded looks, looks they thought I couldn’t read: Why not have a little fun
while we wait for Lucky? Curtis kicked the empty chair out from the table. Smiling like a dope, I sank into Lucky’s chair.
JANE
switched vehicles in my usual discreet manner once I got into the city. “Another day, another dollar,” I muttered to myself as I hopped into the backseat of the Yellow Cab that would whisk me downtown to my assignment.
Midnight runs were nothing unusual in my line of work. And what I did for a living definitely paid better than minimum wage. God! If Jungkook only knew what I did when I escaped our suffocating life in the middle of the night.
What would he think?
Would he even care?
I shivered and gazed out at the city flying past. The crowds, the bright lights filling the night sky, always reminded me of a beach carnival someone took me to when I was little-someone whose face I can no longer quite remember. Soaring rides,
sideshow freaks-I squealed in delighted terror at it all, tethered to safety by a strong hand that swung me high in the air, but never let me go.
And then, one day, did.
Damn.
Focus, I told myself. You’ve got a job to do. I rolled down the window to let the fresh air whisk away old heartaches. I chose a building up ahead and began to count the floors, a little game I often played while riding taxis. First I estimated the number of floors, how many apartments on each floor, how many people in each apartment. Then I tried to calculate how many people might be living in the whole building.
How many people were at that very moment flushing the toilet? Eating Chinese takeout? Making love? How many ordinary people? How many secrets? At last the driver pulled over to the curb. I stared up through the window at my destination: the very elegant, the very tasteful, the very expensive Hudson Hotel. Booked solid, every night. Who were all these people? I wondered. And what in the world did they all do to earn enough money to stay here, instead of the Motel 6 off the New Jersey Turnpike?
Upstairs, on one of those golden floors, one of those lucky guests was waiting for me. Was perhaps even salivating with anticipation of my arrival. And it was my job to give him the night of his life. So to speak. And I knew exactly what he did to be able to afford the place. I overpaid the driver, whispered in his ear that he’d never seen me, then grabbed my doctor’s bag and stepped out, careful not to dirty my high-heeled black boots in the gutter. As I walked toward the hotel, my coat fell open, and the doorman nearly dropped to his knees.
Good. That was exactly the effect I was hoping my client would have to the all-black-leather outfit I’d chosen. Men were always easier to handle when they were on their knees. I moved like a panther through the hotel lobby, trying not to attract attention, but the men, always hunting, kept their sights trained on my carcass till I reached the elevator. Once inside, I caressed the long list of numbers, then pressed PENTHOUSE. Nothing but the best for this man. And that included me.
Even so, I was going to be a helluva lot more than he’d bargained for. I had been doing this for years, long before I met my husband. Even after we married, I continued my ... private career. I was experienced. Well trained. A true professional. And I prided myself on being the best woman in the business.
Ding! The elevator stopped at the top floor. The doors hissed open.
Showtime, I thought, and felt a rush-that surge of adrenaline that I always got just before I went to work. How many secretaries or computer programmers could say that? At the double doors to the penthouse suite, I was greeted by a bodyguard the size and shape of a Sub-Zero refrigerator. Deluxe model.
“You Carlotta?” he grunted. I just smiled and stepped inside. As he locked the door behind me, I quickly surveyed the room-doors, windows, floor plan. In the main living area, four more bodyguards-each one uglier than the next-huddled around the TV watching the Game Show Network.
I smiled. A couple of Einstein’s. Perfect. “What’s in the bag?” Sub-Zero demanded. I didn’t answer, but simply opened it for his inspection. One by one he pulled out my tools of the trade: A long wicked whip. A set of bondage cuffs. A cat-o’-nine-tails. The stuff didn’t even faze him. Guess his boss had done this kind of thing before. Sub stuffed the items back into the bag and shoved the bag into my arms. “We have a plane in an hour,” he warned.
I winked. “I’m the fastest gun in the West.” With a bored grunt, he motioned to a hallway off the living room, then turned back to the TV. The goons were trying to guess a clip from an old movie, and they didn’t have a clue. In more ways than one. But the movie was easy. Black-and-white, Cary Grant. Charming little flick about a dead body.
It was one of my favorites.
“Arsenic and Old Lace,” l tossed over my shoulder as I headed down the hall. They exclaimed various expletives when the game-show host confirmed that I was right. Guys like these never expected a woman to have a brain in her head. They thought we were only good for one thing. Their mistake. Lucky for me, though. It made my job that much easier when they underestimated me. And now it was time to do it. On full alert, I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door.
I was greeted by sounds of gargling and spitting: my host “freshening up” in the adjoining bathroom. Good. That gave me a few minutes to scope out my setup.
Huge bed with zebra-print linens. (Yuck.)
French windows that led to a generous rooftop balcony.
(Excellent.)
I set my bag on the bed and opened it, then paused. I could smell my client sneaking up behind me. I turned around and gave him my sexiest smile. The groan he let out was almost a bark. He reminded me of a German shepherd about to pounce on a plate of raw steak.
Marco Racin. A slick, sleazy Euro. Fifty-something. Tubby.
Tsk, Tsk, Marco. How you’ve let yourself go, I thought. But my face said, Come here, you sexy hunk! I’m paid for and I’m all yours. He slowly walked around me, licking his lips as he admired the merchandise. Unaffected, I stood and let him look, hoping he’d work himself into a state that would make him putty in my hands. After a few moments, I moved to the door and locked it. Then turned around.
He was pawing through the bag I’d left on the bed. “See anything you like?” I purred. With a snap of a clasp, my overcoat fell to the floor, revealing my evening wear: black dominatrix gear. “Much,” he slobbered. Then he swept me into his sweaty arms and whispered in my ear-something I’d just as soon not write down here.
“They still put you in jail for that, baby,” I murmured. “Not in my country,” he growled. Okay. He was ready. Time to make my move. I cracked my knuckles, shoved him down on the bed, and reached for the bag.
JUNGKOOK
“Shit!” I threw my cards on the table. My new buddy Mickey grinned and raked in the pot. “I was so close!” I whined. The rest of the guys just laughed and winked at one another, like I couldn’t see everything they did. Changing dealers didn’t help my game much, and the results were pretty much the same. “Damn!” I complained when my other new best friend, P.J., won the next hand. “That was . . . Damn!” My poker buddies had been reluctant to let me play at first. But it was amazing: The longer I played, the friendlier they got.
After three losing hands, I started to show signs of confusion and doubt, but they encouraged me to “keep trying.” What a couple of pals, eh? When Curtis upped the ante in the next game, I blurted out, “Call!” then “No-fold!” then “No! Call!” until P.J. reminded me I was playing out of turn. And then I lost again.
“Shit!” I cried, when P.J. bluffed me into folding three nines to beat me with a pair of deuces. “I had that!”
P.J. pulled his winnings-most of it my money-into his arms, then turned to me with a look of pity. “Homes, you got fourteen different tells,” he said. “Motherfucker, you are William Tell.” Mickey leaned back in his chair and sang the melody to the famous overture, and everybody laughed.
I was impressed; they’d obviously picked up quite a lot of culture from the classical-music sound tracks used in the cartoons they watched. Curtis’s turn to deal. By now I was so down, I was almost under the table—both from my card playing and my drinking. Did they see the panic in my eyes? I made a vague glance in Curtis’s direction.
“Don’t be stealing no look, Casper,” he warned. He shifted in his chair so I could see the gun tucked in his pants-the same semiautomatic I’d gotten up close and personal with earlier in the evening. I sighed loudly and stared at my cards. Stared at my chips-or lack of them. Stared at the empty spot on the scarred table where my wad of cash had been before I lost it all. I was worse than flat busted, I was in the hole, and needed a big win just to get out of the game alive.
I glanced at the door. Still no sign of Lucky. And I was running out of time.
With another heavy sigh, I reached into my coat pocket and slowly-reluctantly-pulled out my last hope. My special hip flask. I stared into its polished surface and saw one shit-faced son of a bitch staring back at me. As my poker buddies studied me, I slowly caressed the bottle as if it were a magic lamp. But alas, no genie appeared to save my ass.
I hugged it to my chest one last time, kissed it good-bye, then laid it reverently on the table. “It's solid silver,” I whispered.
P.J. grabbed it to confirm its value. He squinted at the inscription, his lips moving as he read. Then he guffawed and read it out loud in a girlish voice: “‘To dodging bullets. Love, Jane.’” Well, I thought they’d never stop laughing. Mickey was getting off making kissy sounds. But at last P.J. tossed it into the pot, keeping me in the game for one more hand. We were just hunkering down for the final skirmish when the door crashed open.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS”
a voice thundered like the wrath of God. The game screeched to a dead halt. A definite chill fell upon the room. It wasn’t hard to tell that the infamous Lucky had finally arrived. “Looks like you’re done, pal,” Mickey said, his voice low and urgent. “Thanks for the memories.” I raised my head, hard luck and disappointment written all over my face. Then I narrowed my eyes at the big man. He definitely beat the pants off Curtis in the “Badass Motherfucker” category. By far the most dangerous man in the room.
Or was he ... ?
I squinted, trying to hold his gaze. “You’re Lucky?” I drawled. “Yeah,” he grunted, expecting me to run like hell. But I didn’t. I just sat there, waiting. He stared at me, head cocked in curiosity. Maybe halfway impressed that I had the balls not to cower like a flower girl in his presence. “What is it, kid?”
he asked. “You looking for a job?”
I slowly shook my head. “You are the job.”
“Huh?” Lucky was obviously confused.
So I straightened up, stone-cold sober, to explain. But my mama always told me that actions speak louder than words. That's when I threw back my chair, stood up, and let my favorite move articulate my meaning:
1. Start with two loaded, silenced pistols.
2. Cross-draw from opposite pockets.
3. Remember what the bastard did to deserve this.
4. Pull triggers.
I fired both guns and blasted Lucky against the
wall . Guess they wouldn't be calling him “Lucky” anymore. My new poker buddies suddenly realized that they’d underestimated me-that maybe, just maybe, I was the most dangerous badass motherfucker in the room. Curtis groped for his semi, but gosh darn it. I’d just had to relieve him of it before the last hand had been dealt. Just in case. It was lying somewhere under my chair.
“Go big or go home, y’all!” I shouted, using a little poker lingo to wrap things up. Then I eliminated the other players from the game. Which reminded me-my cards were still on the table. I turned them over and tapped my hand. “Pair of threes.” Not a great hand. But in this case, I guess it would do, since I was the only player who hadn’t folded.
All good things must come to an end, so I reached toward the pot for my winnings. I didn't take back any of my money, though-it was just petty cash from my office, anyway. I took the only thing of value in the whole damn room: my silver flask.
Then left Curtis’s semi in its place, just in case he had any heirs. To avoid the party up front, I slipped out the rear exit into the back alley. The rats snickered in the shadows. But the moon peeked down at me in between the run-down buildings, reminding me that there were still things of beauty in the world, like stars in the sky.
I drew out my flask and caught some of the silver moonlight on its polished surface. Took a long comforting drink. Guess it had gotten me through another night of dodging bullets.
Then I spotted my ride home: a monster motorcycle gleaming in the shadows, with a license plate that said lucky.
Yeah, well, who was lucky now?
I jumped on, fired up the engine, and got the hell out of the neighborhood.
Just another night out with the boys.
JANE
“Have you been a bad boy, Marco? Have you?”
The bed shook as my client nodded like a wimpy little child.
What an idiot, I couldn’t help but think. Trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey with a rubber ball in his mouth, the great, powerful, wealthy Marco Racin looked completely ridiculous.
And he was entirely under my control.
Scumbag. I didn’t know whether to laugh or throw up. I snapped my whip in front of his eyes. “You know what happens to bad boys, don’t you? They get punished. Is that what you want?” Marco whined like a baby. I fondled the whip. “You like the taste of leather?”
He nodded, almost wild with desire. I slid slowly onto the bed beside Marco, drawing out the torture. I felt him tremble with excitement and fear.
“Have you been having impure thoughts?” I whispered in his ear.
He nodded, yes, yes!
“Have you been abusing your body?”
He nodded, more frantically-yes, yes, yes
Time to take the game to the next level. I checked the exits, then smiled. What I said after that would come as a complete surprise to my date. But then again, didn’t the experts always say that a little surprise kept a relationship interesting?
“Have you violated international law, baby?” I demanded, my voice now velvet-encased steel. “Tell me you haven’t.” Marco’s eyes widened, and I saw a bead of sweat roll down his big fat nose. I cracked my whip, and delivered the bombshell. “Have you been selling big weapons to bad people?”
That’s when various parts of the great Marco Racin’s anatomy went as limp as overcooked spaghetti. He tried to yell for his bodyguards. But of course he couldn’t with that silly rubber ball stuffed in his mouth. I pulled his reddening face back, pressing my hands into his cheeks. Then, without warning, I gave his head an efficient twist. Marcos eyes bulged. The little ball popped out of his mouth and rolled across the floor. His days playing games with other people’s lives had finally come to an end.
As Marcos lifeless body slumped to the bed, I reached into my coat for my cell phone to check the time. It was already 8:30. “Damn. The Coleman’s.” Jungkook would kill me if I didn’t show.
Just then I heard a tentative knock on the door. One of Marco’s bodyguards, nervous about interrupting the fun and games. “Mr. Racin,” he called hesitantly through the crack in the door. “We have a plane in an hour, sir ... Sir?” As the pounding on the door increased, I decided I’d better slip away from this party fast, so I didn’t have to explain what had happened to my “host.”
I raced out onto the terrace, scanned the rooftop for guards saw none-then peered down over the railing. Some fifty floors below me, the city’s taxis swam like bright fish in a black river. I needed to catch one before Marco’s men made me the Catch of the Day.
But I’d come prepared. My black leather bag had been designed for bad days like this. Calmly I strode back to the doors to the hotel suite, hooked one end of my purse on a metal wall sconce, then turned to face the night sky.
Lovely view, I thought briefly, then ran toward the edge.
Should work.
Behind me, I heard Marco’s men finally burst into the room, firing their weapons.
Time to say adieu.
“Thanks for the nudge, boys,” I whispered, then took a flying leap over the railing.
To the stunned guards, it must have appeared as if I’d simply thrown myself off the roof like some kind of suicide assassin. But as I plunged toward the ground, the fabric of my bag unraveled into a super thin almost invisible black Kevlar cord, which I rode like a spider all the way to the ground below. Definitely the smartest bag I’d ever carried. When I neared street level, I let go and dropped to the sidewalk. A passing pedestrian stopped and gawked. Must be a tourist, I thought. A regular New Yorker would never have blinked. But I wasn’t worried. By the time this guy told friends, he’d have convinced himself he’d seen a movie being shot on location. Or at least I hoped so, because I sure didn’t have time to stop and explain.
With a smile, I snapped my overcoat closed and walked toward the front of the hotel as if I were just an ordinary house wife walking home from the corner market. Without breaking my stride, I approached the doorman just as a cab pulled up at the curb. I slid into the backseat, tipped the doorman with my warmest smile, and said,
“Thanks, sweetie.”
“My pleasure, ma’am,” he replied, and meant it. After a quick “mission accomplished” call to headquarters on my cell phone, I sat back and relaxed for the first time since I got the assignment.
God, I was dying to take a shower. With lots of hot water and soap to wash the slime of the world off my skin. It wouldn’t do much for the way I felt inside, though. I leaned my head against the glass and tried to look between the skyscrapers for some stars.
But the only stars you could find in this part of town were the ones driving by in limos. So I closed my eyes and conjured up my own.
They looked a lot like the ones I’d seen one night in Bogota.
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48 from touch prompt list and 75 from prompt list 5 🥺🥺🥺 im so proud of you love such an amazing achievement i love you
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Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol consumption & brief olden-time being married young talk.
Prompts: #48 - Dancing with each other & #75 Talking in an Elizabethan style to woo somebody
A/N: I listened to the ‘So Close’ song from the Enchanted soundtrack the entire time I was writing this so...put that on if you want!
A reminder I’m taking prompts for my 1k celebration until May 21st! :)
If Penelope Garcia loved two things in this world - Derek and science fiction aside - it was costumes and parties. So it made sense that for her birthday, she’d decreed she’d be throwing an Elizabethan-style ball. And that everybody had to dress up accordingly. Derek, always eager to put a smile on her face, had offered to throw it at one of his houses.
So it was there that you were headed, on this glorious Saturday night. In a not-so-glorious and infact, quite heavy, Elizabethan era gown. It was a good job you’d elected to take an Uber, because quite frankly the dress weighed a ton. It would have been impossible to drive in.
Good job they didn’t have cars back in the Elizabethan era.
Not that women would have been allowed to drive them anyway.
You’re only a little late when you arrive. Fashionably late, you’d go so far as to say.
“____!” Penelope greets with a squeal, rushing out to embrace you into a hug. You don’t even make it all the way through the door before she’s on you with a flurry.
If you thought your dress was a lot, you have to hand it to the birthday girl. She could never be upstaged. How her gown actually fit inside the house was a mystery, it was huge - puffy with a corset that cinched her in tightly at the waist. Her hair was coiffed into perfect curls. She looked stunning; like she’d stepped right out of a painting.
“You look amazing!” You tell her, squeezing her tightly.
“So do you! I’m so glad you took the theme seriously!”
“I take all themes seriously when it’s you threatening me about them.”
She laughs. “Well Derek did too. And Spencer, the others...” She frowns, “Well, I’d like to say they tried, but Rossi definitely didn’t. He did, however, pay for a gazebo and a live band so I’m willing to let it slide.”
You smile, allowing her to take you inside. She babbles some more on her way in about all the decorations, food, and how next time she’s going to make everybody send her pictures of their outfits beforehand.
She’s right about the gazebo though - it’s beautiful. It has elegant fairylights adorning it, illuminating the place in a candescent glow. The live band is an instrumental one - there’s even a fiddle.
Where the hell did Dave find a fiddle?
He’s rich.
That has to be the satisfactory answer for now. There are far more pressing matters at hand: like everybody’s costumes.
Horch is wearing some fancy suit, Emily has one that’s similar, Rossi clearly is just dressed in his normal attire. J.J appears to have picked one up from a fancy dress shop, but if anyone could make that look good, it’s her. Derek looks an absolute dream - clearly dressed by Penelope. It’s Spencer though, unsurprisingly, who has gone all out. He has a miniature version of one of those puffy collars on, his suit a gorgeous maroon colour. He even has white tights on, with the boots that matched. If there were prizes for best costume - which knowing Penelope, there might well be - she’d be up against some fierce competition.
“Spence!” You chime, opening your arms to greet him, “I love your costume!”
“I love yours too!” He beams, hugging you tightly, “The skirt of your dress is very fitting to the period.”
“Thank you!” You say, reluctantly letting go of him to greet everybody else in turn.
It’s hard to keep your eyes off him though, and everybody knows it. You and Spencer had been dancing around each other for months, the epitome of the will-they-won’t-they, and you can’t help but hope that tonight you might finally cross that threshold.
It’s Penelope’s birthday.
Who are you kidding? Penelope would be ecstatic to claim credit.
***
You’re giddy, not just with the glass of wine in your system. With happiness, the exuberant kind that comes from watching all your friends exist among one another. It doesn’t hurt that Spencer barely leaves your side the entire night. He’s a veritable treasure trove of Elizabethan era facts. You’ve learnt more than any history class could possibly teach you.
A slow song comes on, which is when you decide to seize your opportunity.
Now or never.
You bump your shoulder against his. When you have his attention, you nod towards the dance floor, “Come and dance with me.”
He furrows his brows, clearly weighing up his options in his head.
You affect an Elizabethan lilt, “Thou art going to leave me alone at the ball, fair Lord Reid?”
“I could hardly dream of it,” He says, imitating you, “Would thou care to dance with me?”
He offers out his hand. You take it, noting how he gets the barest blush on his cheeks.
“Thou had me practically petrified, I thought you may never ask,” You tease, accepting his hand, squeezing it once for reassurance.
He laughs, nose crinkling. He rests his hand on your hip hesitantly, only solidifying his grip when you rest yours on his bicep. His other comes to rest on the other side, just above where your dress puffs out. The song playing sounds vaguely familiar, although it’s harder to place with it being an instrumental version.
You lean into him, side-stepping in time with him. He’s not a dancer by nature, that much is clear, but he is surprisingly good at leading.
It’s easy to let him guide you around the dance floor. You stutter a bit, almost tripping. His grip on your hip tightens.
“Be careful fair maiden,” He reprimands teasingly, “Thou wouldn’t want to fall.”
“Thou wouldn’t want to be seen with a maiden who has made a royal fool of herself.”
He shakes his head, “I could hardly bare it.”
“I do not know how you can bare to be seen with me regardless. I’m practically a haggard spinster,” You say, with a dramatic sigh.
He twirls you around, voice slipping back into his normal tone, “Actually it was mainly women from wealthy families who would marry young, from age 12. With poorer or middle class families it was most common for women to be in their mid-twenties by the time they got married, the average age was about 24.”
“Still younger than me,” You retort, stepping in time with him. You’re pressed up against his chest now.
His breath fans over your cheek, from the way he’s bent, from the way you’re leaning in to him. His big hand spans over your back, holding you close to him as he steps to the right.
“Well,” He says, affecting the English accent, “Thou art a lady of the highest stature. A commoner could not possibly hope to marry one such as yourself.”
You giggle, “Oh fair Lord Reid. Whenst will I possibly find a husband?”
With surprising ease, he dips you, allowing you to fall gracefully into his arms. He’s study, supportive. Before you know it, you’re back on your feet.
“Thou might be looking in the wrong places.”
“Pray tell, wherest would one suggest a lady like me ought to look?”
“Perhaps closer to ones home,” He says, English accent - if you could call it that - slipping a little, favouring sincerity.
“How much closer?”
His hands return to your waist, and yours to his chest. There’s only an inch between your bodies. He looks down at you with sincerity brimming in his eyes, “Perhaps a little closer.”
Your hand trails up to his chin. It dips at the mere weight of your thumb resting on it, “Gallant Lord Reid, perhaps this close?”
“Perhaps,” He swallows, voice morphing into the accent again, as if he’s afraid to be vulnerable, “Thou art a maiden, thou art to be courted before marriage.”
“And where would one court a fair maiden like me?”
“Where would the fair maiden like to go?”
“Wherever, as long as you’re the one taking her.”
He swallows. His eyes scan your face, watching how you deliberately look to his plump lips. He hesitates for only a moment longer, before leaning in and planting the most delicate kiss upon them.
If it wasn’t for the elated drunken giggles of everyone else around you, you’d have been lost in the bubble of a moment forever. It’s okay though, because at your wedding, Penelope is sure to tell the tale of the Elizabethan ball where you - the fair maiden - finally got together with your perfect Lord. You have to admit, it’s a good one.
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I’m Cold
“I'm cold"
"And?"
"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"
"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"
In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up
Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn
Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)
Notes: Chapter 6 of Im Cold. I’m pretty excited for this one hehe
WORD COUNT: 2.7k
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"No," Donghyuck says and crosses his arms, shooting a glare on Prince Lucas's present, that you were happily taking a bite out of. Donghyuck won't admit it but at some point, out of all the Princes you seemed to have gotten closer to Lucas, Donghyuck moves to glare this time at Lucas who was laughing at how cute you ate the donut, helping you brush the sugar on your lips, making you flinch at the touch, Donghyuck won't admit (he absolutely refuses to "It lowers my self-esteem" he once says) but throughout your fake engagement, out of all his group of friends, Why? Why must it be the most flirtiest Prince? Renjun would be the most proper out of everyone and be at a safe distance as a way to be polite, you could've been friends with him, Jeno and Jaemin would probably treat you like a sister and help you with adjusting to this life, you could've been friends with them, Chenle would ask you questions about being Prince Donghyuck's Fiance and he is sure that you and Chenle would be inseparable, you could've been friends with him, Jisung is a sweet shy boy and Donghyuck ninety-nine percent (only because its impossible to be one hundred percent) sure that Jisung would just watch from afar, why not him? but no! you became friends with flirty, loud, annoying, touchy, Prince Lucas
Donghyuck glared at Lucas and grabbed his arm "Prince Lucas" Donghyuck warns and Lucas grins, knowing full well that Donghyuck only calls people by titles when he is pissed
"Oh relax," he pulls away "I won't steal her from you," He bows at you and Donghyuck "I'm engaged"
Donghyuck nods and notices how you looked down with your tongue fiddling with something in your mouth, he recognizes it, after having many lunch and breakfast dates these past couple dates, he takes a glass of water and offered it to you while he spoke "Ah, yes and that is how an engaged man acts" he gently rubs your back to help you while you drank your water
"Oh please," Lucas settles on the sofa beside you, no longer standing beside Donghyuck, only to get flicked on the forehead by the latter "Ow!"
"Stay away from my girl, if you still wish to keep your hair"
Lucas laughs and moves to sit a bit farther from You "You're Fiance been always this clingy and protective?"
You take another bite of the donut before answering, red painting your cheeks from the words that left the Prince's lips, he was taking it too seriously only to be fake engaged to me, thinking about it, Back then, with the perverted man, the one who wanted to take your grandparents home, the time you were so stressed that he fed you, even when the two of you are out in public that boy always has to have one limb attached to you. "Yeah, he does that"
"You're one to talk" Someone joined, hitting Prince Lucas upside the head "and he is right you know, stop flirting"
You covered your mouth shocked at the sight, surprised that somebody would hit a royal
"Love, that hurts" Prince Lucas pouts, and whines, grabbing her hand "I wasn't flirting"
She rolls her eyes and smiles sweetly at you "You must be Y/n" She bows "It's a pleasure to finally meet Prince Donghyuck's bride be" she grins and you bow
Donghyuck leans in to whisper "Lucas's Fiance, Yeonli" he informs wrapping his arm protectively over your shoulder "She and Lucas act more alike than you think so I apologize on behalf of these two idiots, I call my friends"
You couldn't help but blush at the proximity, thankfully, he pulled away, keeping his arms around your shoulder to keep you at his side
Just then Yuta walks in and Dongyuck happily exclaimed "Hyung! You're here!" He turns his head as Yuta bows in front of everyone "Please tell me The other's are here"
Yuta nods "Yes, Prince Jaemin, Prince Jisung and Prince Chenle and Company" He motions to the door, and just like that a very excited Prince Chenle walked in followed by three girls then Prince Jisung and Prince Jaemin
"Y/n Noona!" Chenle called excitedly and stood in front of you taking your hand to kiss the knuckles "You look beautiful, It's nice to see you again" he catches Donghyuck's eyes and raises his hands in defense "I'm not flirting"
Donghyuck hums and looks at his younger friend, who playfully winked at you, before moving to Yeonli and kissing her knuckles as a greeting
You tugged on Donghyuck's sleeve to show him the oncoming guests "Great them, they're your guests" You informed, once you turn to him your breathing stilled this boy in front of you was close, too close, he was slightly slouching so even you (who was sitting up straight) your eyes were aligned with his nose, you could see at how his lips parted slightly to puff air out, you couldn't look away from his lips. You have to look away, now!
You looked back to the guests, who, thankfully, Donghyuck's attention was still on the guests, "Company?" asked one of the girls, her heels clicking as she crosses her arms over her dress "is that what we are now? Company?"
Jaemin hums "Well none of you are married to the royal family yet, so" He shrugs "Yes, Princes" he motions to himself then at them "And Company"
"Na Jaemin" the other girl, her brown hair tied in a half ponytail, she looked annoyed and immediately Jaemin walks to her and holds her hand
"Aww heart, I didn't mean it like that"
"What for?" Donghyuck says once he looks at you "They seem to be doing well, walking by themselves"
You looked at him unamused, "Donghyuck" you stood up and tugged on his arm so he'll follow you, to stand and greet the guests "It's polite"
He groans but follows nonetheless, bowing in front of the newcomers, his hand intertwined with yours while you bowed. Raising your head, you stared at the shocked faces of the newcomers while they stared at you and Donghyuck
Prince Jisung walks to Prince Donghyuck and placed his hand on his forehead while looking at Yuta, who watches in amusement "Hyung is he sick?" Doghyuck growls and swats the younger hands away
Prince Jaemin moves to hold your free hand while nodding "I don't know how, but" he leans to kiss your knuckles and smirks "When did Donghyuck become such an obedient dog?"
"Na Jaemin!" Donghyuck yells, letting go of your hand to chase after the boy who was running away
The girls laugh, While Prince Jisung calls for Prince Lucas and Chenle to help him make sure that Prince Donghyuck won't kill Prince Jaemin, while Chenle helps by yelling words of encouragement "Run Jaemin Hyung, Donghyuck will tear you to shreds"
You flinched, "wait, no" you gripped and tried to reach out for Donghyuck "Donghyuck, no, don't do-" you yelped in surprises once one of the girls hugged you
"Eunnie" she smiles and kept you close "You're really pretty, my name Soonim"
"Nice to meet you" You smile and bowed at her and everyone else
"Let the boys play, they only get to see each other once a while" One answers and pries Soonim off you "Excuse her, she and Prince Chenle match each other energy, I'm Hiyoung, I'm-"
You cut her off with a smile "Prince Jaemin's bride be" you bowed "It is nice to finally meet you"
"Soonim is right Eunnie," one spoke up and held your hands, in hers as she smiles "You're really beautiful" pink tints your cheeks in embarassment at the complement
"Aera don't overwhelm her," Hiyoung says and laughs at the sight of you bowing in front of princess Aera
She keeps you still "Please, Y/n, don't be so polite to us"
Yeonli nods and motions to everyone "We're all friends here" she says and laughs, you couldn't help but laugh too
Donghuck who heard you yelp, slowed down from chasing Jaemin around so that Jisung and Lucas can finally hold him down, he looks at you to see if you are ok, only to see you giggling with the other girls, and he smiles, you always looked so much prettier when you smile
"You're drooling" Chenle notes and pretended to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, making the Prince look away and readjust his suit "You're whipped for Y/n aren't you? You stopped chasing Jeamin Hyung for her~"
"What?"
Lucas chuckles and pats his friends back "No need to be shy, there's nothing wrong with being in love with your fiance"
Donghyuck wasn't listening to a word, Prince Renjun was saying, the moment the latter opened his mouth, Donghyuck decided to shut him out, instead of paying attention to him his eyes drifted around the snacks and he decided at that moment guessing how much sugar each sweet contained was much more entertaining then what Renjun was talking about 'till he heard you laugh
His eyes lifted to see you laughing at something Princess Haegyoung said, he looks at the princess, then at Mark, he hums, the two of them are perfect for each other, both seated in a way that their feet would brush. hands placed on their laps as if holding each others hands from afar. Donghyuck looked at you again, you were listening to stories and nodding along, you seemed to be getting along with them well
Donghyuck's eyes traveled to what you were wearing, glasses, the wrap dress he picked out for you when you both went shopping, your neck adorned with the gardenia flower necklace he got for you, his eyes trailed lower and there it was, he bought you one of your own but you're wearing his watch around your wrist, it was loose, going up your arm with every movement, he places his hand on his watchless wrist, out of habit, yeah, you definitely have his watch.
The next thing he noticed about you was the way you pushed the glasses up against your nose, turning to the side to speak to Princess Mison, Renjun's Fiance, Donghyuck snorts, it seemed typical for Renjun to give her a clip with the letter R on it, but she seemed to enjoy it so who is he to judge? Donghyuck puts his attention back to you to see your glasses from the side, against the light, and there it was, fingerprints. He tries, he really did, but you looked adorable with the way you didn't notice the fingerprints from how invested you listened to the stories, he shifts in his seat
Mark stopped listening, surely there was something else more fascinating than Renjun's story, he looks at his fiance, who was happily telling a story, oh how he loved Haegyoung the way she would smile and laugh. His eyes drifted over to you, If he didn't know any better by the way you sat, spoke, and acted, the stories the younger would tell about, Mark could've passed you and Donghyuck off as he perfect couple except he did know better, he knows this all fake, you and Hyuck were doing this to benefit yourselves
The next thing Mark saw made him look twice, it was Donghyuck's watch, but it couldn't be, that's one of Donghyuck's prized accessories, his ex-girlfriends weren't allowed to touch it, his own friends aren't permitted to borrow that watch but you have it? you're wearing it? Mark looks at Donghyuck to see he too was paying attention to you, and that he wasn't wearing his watch, he was confused at what was going on 'till he saw Donghyuck smile, it was a smile that he tried to hide so Mark turns his head to see you there just talking, did Donghyuck just smiled at the sight of you? He watched as The prince reached out to tap you and ask for your glasses, taking it off, you handed it to the Prince who cleaned the glass before wearing it, making a face and then taking it off again to hand it back to you
Mark smirked, that was probably the most affectionate Donghyuck ever was in his life to someone else. Mark was right, this was definitely more interesting than whatever Renjun was talking about.
Renjun wasn't blind it was obvious that Donghyuck was too busy looking at his Fiance to listen to what he is saying and Mark was just being a pain in the ass, he smiles at the ones who were listening and placed his finger against his lips to keep everyone else quiet
"And that was how we thought our dog laid an egg" Renjun announced, everyone looked at him in shock but Mark and Donghyuck whipped their head
"What the fuck?"
"Wait what?"
You woke up with a soft knock on your door, slowly, reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, in nothing but a pair of oversized shirt and pajama shorts you slowly opened the door, to be greeted with a smiling Princess Mison and Lady Chunae, you bowed your head
They swat you to stop you from bowing "We're all friends, Y/n" Lady Chunae starts, and holds your hand in hers "Don't address us by our titles, ok?" Princess Mison was more than happy to agree on
You nod, promising to try and then grin tugging on your hand so that you'll follow them "Come with us" Chunae, Prince Jeno's Girlfriend, pulls you out of the warmth of your own room
"wait but I'm in my pajamas" You reasoned, trying to get out of her grip to change atleast
Making Princess Mison, Prince Renjun's Girlfriend, laugh "We all are" She motions to what they were wearing "Please? Girl's night?" She pouts and you coo at how cute she was "We all want you there" She tries again before you sighed and nodded, she perks up "Really?" She happily leads you out into the garden, the chill of the night pricking your skin
Upon arrival you spot the rest of the girls, sitting on the chairs or the floor of the patio and you blink at the sight, all of them ere still in there pajamas, cups of tea on the table and multiple pillows everywhere
"Eunnie!" Sooni happily calls and waves you over, following everyone (mostly Chunae who dragged you to sit on the floor with her) "You're here, have some tea"
Doyoung comes out of the corner, you didn't even notice he was there 'till he poured you a cup, raising an eyebrow at him he smiles "You'll get used to this" he assures and hand you the cup "They like having midnight talk sessions"
You looked ahead to see them happily conversing, you looked down at your hand, you weren't happy with yourself, now that your being honest. These people were really loved by their Princes and are really in a relationship with the Princes, and you are nothing but a fake
"Eunnie" Aera calls after she notice you glaring at your cup "We hope we aren't bothering you, we really just wanted to meet you and become close with you"
You looked at her and smiled apologeically "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Yeonli nods and sits on the floor infront of you "Will you be my friend?" she asks and you nod making the rest also ask for your hand in friendship and Aera giggles "Eunnie looks scared" you blushed at her words making Yeonli tug on her hair playfully "Please you almost practically fainted when we dragged you here the first time"
The group bursts into laughter and you smiled, feeling relieved just as Hiyoung places her hand on your shoulder as Yeonli and Aeri bickered "Let them yell at each other, it'll be hilarious" she assured just when you were about to break them apart
Soomin takes a sip of her tea before she leans forward towards you "Eunnie, can you tell us stories about you and Prince Donghyuck?"
You blinked, "what?" you tilted your head to see all of them facing you and waiting for you to tell your story "But-"
"Don't worry, we'll tell our stories too, so" Soomin pouts and clasps her hands "please?"
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Sorry for being specific but Can I request Atsumu and Kageyama with a fem!crush who is the top female highschool volleyball player and is the only female invited to the National youth training camp and basically they were paired together for training or something? Thank youuuuuu 💞
hand in marriage anon ?? also the trainings mentioned below were from my own experience in vb training camp !! enjoy bbies <3 aLSO ATSUMUS PART GOT SELF INDULGENT SORRY YALL - jamie
atsumu & kageyama with a crush who was invited to the youth training camp
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atsumu
before we start can we appreciate the photo of tsumu like bc THATS MY MAN -jamie
you were a second year volleyball player in itachiyamas girl vbc
and it just so happened you were the top highschool female ace and server in all of japan !!
but atsumu’s never heard of u because he was too focused on his own competitors
and so when you walked through the doors of the gym, he was confused
everyone was confused
why is a female here ?? in a training outfit ??
answer was the female’s youth training camp was canceled due to the lack of eligible female players
and it just so happened you were the only one eligible for a youth training camp so you were redirected to the male’s youth camp
and thus u were the only female invited to the camp
searches how to be a y/n ...
let’s just say you were friends with sakusa and komori and they were the only ones in the camp informed of you being a part of it
and when you entered komori jogged up to you with a wave and greets u !! <3
“hello everyone !! im l/n y/n, i look forward to training with you all !!” “wAHH A GIRL IS WITH US ??” “WE GOTTA IMPRESS HER GUYS HOLD UP”
when atsumu saw u something inside him just felt good ??
like why does he suddenly feel like the world got just a bit brighter whenever he sees you
inwardly panics in jealousy when he sees u with sakusa and komori during lunch
he assumes you must be rlly good in vball because how else would one girl out of all be invited to a national camp meant for boys ??
the first time you guys talked was basically in a practice match
you were the temporary captain of your team and he was the temporary captain of the other team
before the match started you both shook hands like the good captains u both are lowkey wheezing abt how that was a fat lie
“let’s have a good match now, miya !” “u-uh, yeah- same for yer’ team.”
he wasnt his usually flirty self around you BYEHAHHABDBF
he was trying his hardest to actually look smooth and talk to you
but he fails 99% of the time and his crush for you just grows even more
but on the last day of training, the serving practices basically required a partner on the opposite side of the net
your mental list of desired partners slowly narrowed as they all got their own parters, leaving atsumu for you to ask
when you went up to him with a smile he short circuited
pls help him he’s malfunctioning
“oi, miya, do you wanna be my partner ?” “yeah, yeah.”
DONT BE FOOLED BY HIS OUTER SELF HES LITERALLY DYING INSIDE
as the practices started he didn’t know what this boy has gotten himself into
atsumu is the top male highschool server
and he just so didn’t know his own partner was also the top female highschool server so it turned into a competition REAL QUICK
god damn this boy needs to read the volleyball magazines more ..
“hA YOU WERENT ABLE TO RECEIVE THAT BEAT THAT LOSER” “iTS JUST A FLUKE ILL BEAT’CHA JUST YA WAIT”
you guys turned into best friends real quick bye
sorry not sorry komori
after a long day, you were already in the bus station abt to go home
it was basically atsumu’s last chance to actually talk to you before he has only luck to see you again
so he went up to you in the bus stop like the smooth boy he is
spoiler, he wasnt. he looked real awkward tryna sit next to you
you were just scrolling on your phone until he asked u out which made u choke on AIR
like dude r u fr ??
“so um, y/n.” “yeah ?” “go out with me.”
he’s literally a blushing mess good bye
you smile bc u were literally hoping he would ask u out before u went home
you kiss him on the cheek and say yes <33
HOW TO GET AN ATSUMU MIYA IN YOUR LIFE ??????? THIS IS FUCKINMG UNFAIR
a bonus “why do you have l/n as your phone wallpaper, ‘tsumu ??” “SHUT UP ‘SAMU”
kageyama
okay so youre a first year and still the top ace and server in highschool ykyk
but this time you were on shiratorizawa’s girl vbc !!
you got invited to the camp cause they needed another person for an even number but couldn't find a male
so you got invited
kageyama would probably know who you are already
he’s been to one of your games in the nationals and that’s where his crush started <33
like he seemed to pay much more attention when it was your turn to serve !!
he wasn’t exactly oblivious about his own crush on you but he is definitely confused on why does he look at you like you’re the only player on court
it was kinda obvious so when hinata pointed it out to him it just clicked
oh shit ,, he does have a crush on y/n l/n
literally panics on what to do with it but honestly he doesn’t see you much unless you guys are on the same court
which is exactly what happened in the national youth training camp because you guys are ON THE SAME COURT
he got really flustered about it, thinking that he was to spend the next few days with you
when you get partnered together he got very quiet at first
ya'll got partnered because kageyama didn't want to ask anyone so the coaches put you together
"why did it have to be her?" "she's going to find out ,,"
very shy around you at first
but eventually once you two get comfy he becomes more like his usual self
he's a lot more caring and observant when it comes to you
i mean a lot
he would offer you to join his table during lunch
your both very good servers, so you help each other practice serves
you would need to be the one to ask him out
probably would be second to last day of camp or the last day
"hey kags? would you wanna meet up after the camp ends? like a date or something."
boy would malfunction right then and there
it would take him a moment, but would eventually accept <33
doesnt talk about it when he gets back to karasuno
but the others on the team can just s e e somethings different
he seemed happier and more motivated then usual
we all know hinatas gonna spill about his crush on u tho just saying
cause u both made a promise to see each other at nationals finals !!
and he wanted to keep that promise <33
a bonus “kageyama-kun, was that l/n from shiratorizawa you were talking to ?” “wAIT WHAT I DONT KNOW HER UM” “but you even hugged her ..”
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𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔲𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔠, 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔫 (for @wonderellawhisper‘s Love, a treasure?)
[Alt text: Meet Fergus Alaric, of the Hallowthorn Clan]
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➢ Friend of the World / Materialistic / High-Maintenance / Self-Assured
➢ 23 year old ― Bisexual af ― Mercenary
➢ Third oldest child of the matriarch of the Hallowthorn family (Alaric is a middle name), sent to compete for Mary Grace’s hand as a way of mending the wavering relations between their Mercenary Guild and the Teach’s Crew
➢ Actually adopted, and unable to take the clan’s mantle because of the guild’s ethics regarding lineage
➢ Is not fanatic about purple and black, but wears them because they are the Hallowthorn colors (It totally wasnt because I color-code my sims, no sir). His mother made him wear those during the competition.
➢ Jack of all trades, master of none; tries a hand at everything he can, paired with a “fake it until you make it” midset. Does almost everything for money
➢ Absolutely never gets nervous and Totally doesn’t stim by pulling his gloves against his palm, no sir /s
➢ Most of his dangerous reputation is rumours that he might or might not have spreaded himself... although he most definitely has kιlled people as jobs
➢ Some of his personality might also be constructed to the point where he got lost in the facade. Whoops
➢ Bit of a gossip king, loves acquiring information on everyone he can
➢ Sees this whole competing for Grace’s hand as a joke, to be honest. But who knows if, deep down, he doesn’t crave a little bit of a long-lasting romance? (He does, but has convinced himself of the contrary). Is willing to at least give it a try (not that he has any choice in the matter lol)
➢ When he gets into something, he can get hellbent on it. If he decides he likes Grace... well, the other competitors should start to worry
➢ Views the marriage as an incredible way of getting out of the Merc Ring without inviting suspicions: in his mind, a win-win! (selfish much?)
➢ Really, he is just [My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone] on repeat
➢ Has lost a tooth in one of his first jobs, replaced it with gold instead. You know, the finer things in life
➢ Speaking of jobs, has had his fair share of romances that ultimately ended up badly. He regrets some of them deeply, but work is work
➢ The Hallowthornes offer Capitain Teach the gift of 5 cannons with 15 balls each, 20 swords, 25 g∪ns with 35 amno and 10k in gold.
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I feel like I infodumped so much and im still missing something, why??? Oh well, hope you like him as much as I do! I think he’s so pretty I almost wanted to keep him to myself lol.
#sim: Fer Al Hallowthorn#@wonderellawhisper#Sim submittions#why do sims 4 graphics always look so dark!! I hate it here#anyways#most of my male sims are twinks#consistently#h e l p
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BOO CONGRATS ON 1K <333 IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE YOUR BLOG GROWING LIKE THAT, U DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE !!
aaa for the matchup thingy,,
i'd say im pretty chaotic & energetic (to the point where it's considered hyperactive lol) and i talk a loooot (but i also feel awkward rly quickly). i'm pretty optimistic, get startled really easily, big airhead and a dreamer. i can't really name anything i dislike from the top of my head but i hate pickles? as for my hobbies i enjoy horseriding and skateboarding, watching anime, drawing, writing, listening to music 24/7, being outside, pls this is getting so long help???
as for my ideal date holding hands at starsnatch cliff while watching the sunset /j i don't know tbh, i'm up for anything as long as it's wth the person i love?
i have a slight preference for male characters but i'm fine with both ^^
SENDINGS HUGS MWAH <33
AHHH TY MY DEAR! i was about to match you with diluc but i have like a few moots who don't like him and i keep forgettign which (i know xalia is one of them tho LMAO) but here is your matchup!!
i match you with... me zhongli!
lemme start this off by saying i have NEVER wrote for zhongli before. this is my absolute first time! (so sorry if it's inaccurate!)
i think zhongli wouldn't mind an energetic s/o! (or im just too obsessed with the opposites attract trope) if anything, he just makes sure to keep an eye on you so you don't get into any trouble. you both walk around liyue harbor together, almost as if you are both watching over it while bonding with each other
imagine the cool talks between each other?? in between your rambles he might add in a fun fact or a memory of his to add to the topic! but zhongli will not interrupt you, he'll just wait until you finish or pause and then he'll start speaking (what a gentleman). he also listens to everything you have to say and if you want it, he gives you his input/opinion as well.
zhongli definitely gives me the vibes of someone who makes sure to take note of things about you. he remembers your likes and dislikes, purposely keeps your dislikes away, and gifts you things that you do like!
oh my goodness. royalty and/or arranged marriage au where zhongli, the prince from the next kingdom over that you're supposed to marry, turns out to be someone really interesting. you follow him into his garden and watch as how he... talks to the flowers? and then he shows you his elegant white horse but before you can speak, his hands are on your waist and he lifts you up onto the horse like it's nothing.
YOUR IDEAL DATE OMG <33 ILY HAHA but back to the match up!! zhongli will offer to go wherever you want and you guys always just end up in a lighthearted chain of "no you's" thrown back and forth between each other. eventually the man ends up taking you to a place he has known for years, being an archon. it's a grassy field surrounded by trees but not in an overbearing way, more like a free type of way. the sunset is seen above the hood of the trees and while you admire the sight zhongli smiles in satisfaction. mmmmmm
#THOMA WAS A REALLY CLOSE SECOND PLACE!!#like omg. i would love you and thoma as a couple but by the time i realized thoma was a good fit#i was halfway through the matchup HAHA 😭😭#lemme know if you want me to redo it tho! i feel like i could've written it nicer BUT for my first time writing for zhongli#IT WAS SM FUNN#ZEP; MY BELOVED! <3#boo.matchups#zhongli x reader#genshin x reader#bookuya
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