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[ID: 11 doodles of Umbrella Academy characters in a style imitating the webcomic Paranatural. Allison, Luther, Diego, Klaus, Viktor, and Lila are drawn as kids, approximately 12 yrs old. Ben is a similarly aged ghost. Hazel, Cha Cha, and the Handler are present as well, all looking vaguely villainous. Five is drawn to be maybe in his twenties. All of them have colorful smoke rising from them indicating the powers from Paranatural, except for Viktor and Lila, for whom the smoke is white. End ID.]
Look, a Paranatural au! I wish I had been hit by this muse in time for Masked Author/Artist, but alas it was not to be. If you've read Paranatural is you can probably guess.... basically everything there is to know about this au. If you haven't read Parantural, you should!! It's a wild ride! But also I rambled for a super long time about it under the cut
Everyone has cool spirit powers and can see the dead, so Klaus isn't special sorry Klaus. I'm making up for it by making him directly possessed by a spirit that gives him superpowers, instead of everyone else who has to use a possessed object to get superpowers. I didn't put a ton of thought into what Cool Accessory (possessed object) to give the kids so I could change that later, but for now Allison has a megaphone, Diego has a yo-yo, Viktor has his violin, and Luther doesn't have anything because his dad thinks he needs to learn to control spirit energy on his own. Klaus doesn't have any either because he's possessed directly. I adjusted the rules of Parantural slightly because [Paranatural spoilers!!] in the comic someone with white energy can connect with spirits whose energy is any color. Viktor's should absolutely be white by show rules, but that power set suits Lila a lot better. So in this au, the rules are adjusted so that white can only connect with white, and Lila's is actually colorless (IE, it only looks white now because the background is white). She can't bond with any one spirit for long, but she can bond with any of them for a short time.
Hazel, Cha Cha, Five kind of, and the Handler are all members of a version of Paranatural's Consortium, which I'm just going to call the Commission again because why not. As you may be able to guess, it's slightly more villainous in this au than the Consortium. I wanted AJ to be a high ranking member, but if I made him the Handler's spirit then we wouldn't get to see him ever, so I made him Five's. This was before I remembered that people possessed by spirits look more and more like their spirit over time so the fish head thing could still totally work, so I might revisit that. Hazel and Cha Cha's spirits look like thier masks, of course. I didn't spend much time on the mask/spirit redesign so they're not as fun and funky as I'd like, but they're still reasonable stand-ins. The Handler is this version of the Boss Leader because.... duh. If you've been keeping up with Parantural and are wondering about how That One Thing About Boss Leader translates... I haven't decided yet.
Five is the Mr. Spender of this au. He is possibly the least Mr. Spender-like character to ever exist, but look me in the eyes and tell me that acting as the teacher-supervisor of a club of unruly kids that can see ghosts who is secretly part of a nefarious (?) organization is not where he belongs.
I have a few more doodles of this waiting in the wings! Mostly of Five because I love him. But also if you have stuff you want to see, send it in. No promises I'll draw your suggestion, but the main obstacle between me and drawing more of this is not having concrete ideas for situations to put characters in
#tua#the umbrella academy#allison hargreeves#diego hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#luther hargreeves#lila pitts#five hargreeves#ben hargreeves#the handler tua#hazel and cha cha#hazel tua#cha cha tua#paranatural#for good measure#LORD#every time i make an ensemble art piece i forget what a gd trial tagging it is#anyway this might be the first time ive posted art featuring my bowlcut baby viktor agenda?#the agenda is that if youre drawing baby viktor in an au where he transitioned as a kid i firmly believe he would have a bowlcut#i tried out a new hairstyle on allison too#oh lmao also the worst thing about this style is that it goes all in on the eyes so pupil + iris#so for the first time i had to go figure out what color everyones eyes are LMAO.#i did not bother w this for the handler and hazel and cha cha bc i was sick of looking up reference by then#oh god dammit#i forgot to tag#my art#again. smh#paranatural au#extranatural
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â summary: internet sleuths find out that lando norris has been flirting with and potentially dating a relatively unknown singer
â pairing: lando norris x singer!reader
â fc & warnings: zinadelphia & slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume
â requested: nope!
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f1gossip: itâs been brought to our attention by an anonymous user that our lando norris has been caught seemingly flirting in the comment sections (for at least the past 24 weeks based off the time stamps) with a small american artist, y/n y/l/n. heâs the only driver that follows her and has been consistently in her comment section hyping her up and calling her things like âgorgeousâ, âtalentedâ and âpretty.â what do you all make of this?
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user1: oh my god lando????
user14: iâve never once heard of this girl?
user2: how did we not know about this for the past 24 weeks guys wtf
user4: no like seriouslyâŠ. seems like something we should have known already
user3: wait her music is really good tho đ„č
user7: her song mirrorball??? the girl has some vocals wow
user4: just looked her up and sheâs beautiful⊠i see what heâs seeing
yourbff: screaming my head off at this
user1: and who are you??? do you know y/n??
f1gossip: check your dms yourbff
user5: sheâs using him for fame!
user4: considering we all just found out about herâŠ. imma go ahead and say no sheâs not
user6: now how do i make this about me đââïž
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user1: ooooo orange or papaya ???
yourbff: girl you fueling the flames with this post đđ
ynuser: HAHA i know⊠i got 24k new followers in the past 2 days since you sent me that post by f1gossip and figured id have some fun with it since thereâs no hiding now
yourbff: who knew meeting that guy randomly in europe 6 months ago was going to turn out like this
ynuser: certainly not me girl. remember when i thought he was some weirdo who was just trying to hit on me in the bar??
yourbff: bc he had no rizz but max and p really swooped in and saved him and now look at you đ„č
ynuser: my perfect little no rizz baby boy đ„č love of my life đ€
landonorris: itâs papaya baby
ynuser: i couldnât be too obvious now could i?
landonorris: nah go on then be obvious
ynuser: oh you want me to post you?
landonorris: yeah specifically that one pic you took of us in the mirror last night
ynuser: LANDO that is for OUR eyes only
landonorris: right yes
landonorris: i still think you should post me
ynuser: i donât know if i want to burst our little bubble yet
landonorris: fair enough baby. you just tell me when! iâve got paddock passes, pictures, plane tickets â everything lined up for when youâre ready
ynuser: đ„čđ vegas? we go on our little vacation after im done my tour and youâre done in brazil and then pop the bubble?
landonorris: sounds great to me gorgeous but seriously no pressure
user2: my delusions are working over time
maxfewtrell: iâm trying so hard to defend your privacy and this is what you post
ynuser: whatâs wrong with the color orange?
maxfewtrell: y/n
user3: ainât ever seen you and lando in the same room but i somehow know yall doing it
user4: youâre so pretty and your outfits eat so hard wtf ïżœïżœïżœïżœ
user9: praying this is a new song lyric idk who these new fans are talking about lando this lando that âŠ. i need a new song
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ynuser: babyâs first headlining tour was a success! thank you to everyone who came out and sang along with me every night. i love you all dearly đ€ and for all the newbies here, welcome đ«¶đ»
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user1: oh sheâs so cute
user2: starting a y/n fan club rn yall
yourbff: you are making those dreams come true bb girl
ynuser: trying to đ„č
yoursibling: cutie patootie i love you
ynuser: i love you more
user23: the peoples most beautiful princess đ€
user9: who are all you new people here
user2: lando norris fans. who are you?
user9: a y/n y/l/n fan. who is lando norris?
user2: a formula 1 driver!
user9: race cars?? i did not expect thatâŠ
user8: taking note of lando and max in the likes
user4: also taking note of their lack of a commentâŠ. lando has commented on every single one of her posts before the f1gossip post dropped
user16: i was there last night!!! best show ever!!! love you y/n
user19: iâm obsessed with those cherry earrings
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landonorris: a much needed break. vegas here we come baby
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user1: i donât know where to look ,, at the wh*re in the first pic or the soft launch in the second my god đźâđšđđđđ
user9: ok user2⊠i get it now. also iâve seen those white shoes in y/nâs posts before itâs def her
user2: omg youâre an icon for this
ynuser: dmn yâall really can identify me by my shoes?
user9: YN WHAT ARE YOU SOING HERE IM SORRY
user2: y/nlando confirmed
maxfewtrell: interesting choice of photos mate
landonorris: thanks! picked them myself
maxfewtrell: yeah clearly
pietra.pilao: đ€
landonorris: đ§Ą
user2: iâm speechless
user55: hey lando idk if u heard but thereâs a lookalike contest happening in my room tonight. $59 cash prize
oscarpiastri: those arenât maxâs legs đ
landonorris: youâd be correct
user12: this is monumental
user18: my favorite sinister, evil and orange little gremlin
user14: youâre gonna cook in vegas king
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yourbff: this dress is eating in a way i didnât think it would. iâm sorry for doubting you
ynuser: never doubt me đ€
lilyzneimer: had so much fun meeting you at dinner this evening!!! looking forward to spending the weekend with you at mclaren đ«¶đ»
ynuser: omg it was so fun getting dinner with you and oscar!! iâm so so so glad to have you as a buddy in the paddock. i was super nervous about it all
lilyzneimer: it can be very overwhelming at times but weâve got you y/n!!
ynuser: that means so much to me đ„č
user9: mother is mothering ⊠in vegas?????
user12: are you in vegas per chance?! for the formula 1 grand prix?! for lando norris?!
user2: i fr need style tips and grwmâs from you y/n. every time you post an outfit it moves me
landonorris: in my hotel room đ
ynuser: you got it âđ» now hurry up and get back here
landonorris: trust me im hurrying
user8: i need someone to get you on a magazine cover stat
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f1gossip: confirmed! y/n y/l/n, singer songwriter, is in las vegas with lando norris for the las vegas gp. this seems to be their first official weekend out together
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user2: as someone who has been deeply invested since the beginning (3 weeks ago).. this is everything
user9: my girl đ„č
user10: i truly wonder how in the world they even met⊠theyâre such an interesting pair
user18: mclaren admin please ask him this weekend
user13: that should be me đ
user24: ok wait guys im at the gp and y/n was walking through the paddock with lily and we waved her down because we had made some lando merch and she was honestly so sweet and stopped and took photos with us and chatted for way longer than she needed to. i truly hope she never changes sheâs an angel
user21: this is so wholesome
user23: i fear sheâs on track to become the peopleâs paddock princess in record time
user18: i have no one to send this to who will get it
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mclaren: this weekends most requested interview just dropped! make sure to check out the full thing over on the mclaren app đ
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user18: mclaren admin is a y/nlando girly confirmed
maxfewtrell: heâs leaving out the bit where i had to save him from completely bombing
landonorris: đ youâre not gonna let me live that down huh
ynuser: idk what would have happened if max didnât come over and stop you from explaining why you hate fish so passionately
landonorris: babe please not on the public instagram
user2: lando norizz strikes again
landonorris: love when i get asked good questions like this!
user4: king said if one more person asks me abt wdc im gonna lose it. ask me abt y/n instead
user9: this is making it incredibly hard to gatekeep y/n
ynuser: thatâs my man đââïž
landonorris: damn right it is
user13: the mutual do you know who i am is lowkey so funny
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landonorris: thanks for being nice to me this time vegas!! oh and thanks for coming y/n đđ
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user12: iâm so proud of you lando
user9: wahooooo first race i watched and you won. i think me and y/n are good luck for you
mclaren: incredible drive lando! thatâs our winner!!
ynuser: something about seeing you on that podium đźâđš
landonorris: oh you like that?
ynuser: yes đ€
landonorris: alright podium finishes only from now on đ
user19: oh you two are freaks i just know it
ln4: LFGGGGG
user13: congrats on the win and the hot gf đ
carlossainz55: congrats lando!! and hi y/n!
ynuser: hi carlos đ€
maxfewtrell: much better post mate
landonorris: why thank you. i worked hard on this one
user2: a win and a hard launch = double win for me
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getting married headcanons / arcane women x fem! reader
the thought of marriage and weddings have been on my mind for weeks now and iâm not sure why, but iâm a sap like that. i also havenât been able to find many fics in the arcane tags about marriage so i figured iâd write my own :)
iâm getting to requests as quickly as possible! my first final is this friday and iâm kinda freaking out. things should speed up once im on winter break!
summary: headcanons of what it would be like marrying arcane characters.
characters included: jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn.
tags/warnings: fluff. SO much fluff. mentions of (happy) crying, mentions of drinking, s2 spoilers / mentions of death (caitlyn), slight hurt/comfort
men dni.
jinx;
â§.* you had spoken of marriage before, and every time you did, jinx became incredibly emotional. the girl had never seen marriage as something in the cards for her. a master criminal, a symbol, a living martyr? sure. but never a wife. so when you brought up the fact that you one day wanted to marry her, she was inconsolable in the best way possible.
â§.* to think that someone loved her enough to want to marry her, to want to spend the rest of their life by her side was unreal. she never thought she would have that.
â§.* so naturally, when you got down on one knee in front of jinx and opened a velvet box, presenting her with a shining diamond- jinx was in hysterics. she immediately broke into a fit of tears. blubbering, she nodded frantically, shakily taking your hands in hers. you felt a few tears of your own fall from your eyes as you slipped the ring onto her finger.
â§.* "yes, yes, yes- oh god, yes, i want to marry you. are you sure, though? i mean... will i make a good wife? are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody like me?"
â§.* "yes, jinx. i want all of it. all of the chaos, all of the mischief and adventure. all of you."
â§.* jinx immediately makes it a point to show off her brand-new, shiny ring to absolutely everyone. sheâs engaged now, and sheâs gonna make it everybodyâs problem. she would go into sevikaâs usual spot- a local casino just to track her down and shove her hand in her face. sevika would just raise an eyebrow, and look back up at jinx. seemingly unamused.
â§.* âiâm a fiancĂ©e now! see?â
â§.* âi can see that.â
â§.* âyou can at least act like youâre excited for me!â
â§.* jinxâs favorite part of being engaged is probably planning the wedding. she makes almost all of the decorations herself- centerpieces, messy tablecloths, colorful banners. theyâre crude and chaotic, but theyâre jinx.
â§.* you do manage to talk her into letting a friend make flower arrangements and cater, though.
â§.* while jinx wants to look nice for her big day, she doesnât really put that much thought into what she wears, instead wanting to hear your input. if you want her to wear a suit, sheâll do so! if youâd rather see her in a dress, fine by her. however, i canât see her in an extravagant wedding gown⊠probably something simple.
â§.* she does insist on wearing her hair in a single braid, though.
â§.* jinx wants a small wedding, at a local empty hall she can decorate however she pleases. close friends and (your) family are the only guests welcomed.
â§.* when the day of the wedding comes, jinx is both ecstatic and a nervous wreck. a million thoughts are swirling through her mind, whispering to her from every angle. what if you leave her at the altar? what if you get cold feet? but the fact that you are there, she knows youâre here for the long haul, is what grounds jinx.
â§.* jinx somehow convinced vi to walk her down the aisle.
â§.* it actually wasnât hard at all, sheâs just exaggerating. despite the strains and tainted history between the two, vi wouldnât miss the chance to see her little sister get married for anything in the world.
â§.* when she walks down the aisle, sheâs the first one at the altar. twiddling with her thumbs, eyes darting around the hall.
â§.* when she finally sees you being walked down, though, jinx isnât able to hold back her tears. it starts out small, then a dam breaks. you just look so beautiful.
â§.* it comes time for the reading of vows, and jinxâs voice is trembling. bless her, sheâs sniffling and trying through shaking hands to unfold the paper.
â§.* âiâm not good with words, you know this. i never have been. but you make it so easy. iâve never felt more like myself with someone, never felt so loved and cared for. i still wonder why you chose to marry someone so chaotic, a âmaster criminal,â as the pilties put it. but i canât explain how grateful i am. you love me for everything that i am, and everything iâm not. itâs you and me, always. i love you.â
â§.* after exchanging rings, jinx is practically pouncing on you to close the distance between you. the exact moment the officiant says âyou may now kiss.â
â§.* jinx is completely different during the reception. the music selection is so perfectly her, but also so you. sheâs (horribly) dancing, tugging your wrists to invite you to dance with her. whooping and singing along to the music. this is the happiest youâve ever seen jinx. your wife.
vi;
â§.* vi is also someone who never saw herself getting married, honest. she had a prison wife at one point, but that was just to get her through each grueling hour at stillwater. the girl never saw herself being married for real. until she met you.
â§.* she first began calling you her wife playfully. vi is a sucker for pet names, isnât she?
â§.* âiâm home! howâs my wife doing? i didnât keep ya waiting long, did i?â
â§.* but the more she called you her wife, and the more positive your reactions to the nickname became, it dawned on her that she actually could see herself marrying you. that option had just never clicked in her mind.
â§.* the two of you never properly talked about marriage per se, but it was silently agreed that it was a possibility.
â§.* however, it still caught you completely off guard when vi proposed to you.
â§.* it was in the middle of a field, which already struck you as odd. vi wasnât one to go exploring in nature typically, but she said she wanted to see the stars with you, so you didnât ask any questions.
â§.* youâre side-by-side with vi on a shared blanket, while your girlfriend uses her finger to point out each constellation. sheâs wrong about the name of the majority, but you donât have the heart to tell her that. sheâs just too cute.
â§.* however, at the end of the night, when youâre occupied with folding the blanket, you glance over your shoulder to see vi on one knee. your hand claps over your mouth and the blanket falls onto the ground.
â§.* â(y/n), i love you. you know this. i tell you every day. but weâve been together for a while now⊠and i think iâm ready to take the next step. i call you my wife anyways, why not make it official?â
â§.* with tears welling in your eyes, you nod again and again. hands covering your mouth and one shakily stretching to let vi slip the ring onto your finger.
â§.* itâs a simple ring; a silver band with a rectangular alexandrite in the center. but you can tell from the shine that vi had been saving for this purchase for a while.
â§.* vi wanted to get a ring worthy of you. a ring that showcased her endless devotion to you, and damn, she did a good job hiding the ring as long as she did.
â§.* vi doesnât waste any time when it comes to planning. she wants a small wedding, but still intimate and romantic.
â§.* almost everything is done by the two of you, with minimal help from jinx. vi does centerpieces, invitations, and the music, while you take care of the catering, flower arrangements, and guest planning.
â§.* jinx likely just makes a few light coverings to give the illusions of different colored lights during the reception.
â§.* your girlfriend fiancĂ©e wears a tailored black suit, with a maroon vest and tie. she put a lot into being able to rent it, so she wants to make sure she looks perfect for her soon-to-be wife!
â§.* the day of the ceremony finally arrives. vi is nervous, but she does her best to keep herself grounded. it isnât until sheâs stood at the altar waiting for her bride that anxiety truly sets in.
â§.* yet, all of that anxiety melts the instant she sees you walking down the aisle. your eyes light and full of adoration, only for her. the smile on your face is enough to light up the entire universe on its own.
â§.* itâs then, when she takes your hand as you step up to the altar, that she begins to feel tears pricking at her eyes.
â§.* vi has her vows memorized. she made a habit of reading them aloud every night at least twenty times, over and over again. but she still manages to stumble over her words; something you canât help but giggle to.
â§.* âmy love for you has always been clear. since the day i met you, youâve never left my mind, or my side. i love all of your cute habits, all of the things you think i donât notice, the sound of your voice, your smile, those eyes⊠i love all of you. i promise to love you now, and forever. you complete me.â
â§.* vi is fully crying by the time she finally gets to cup your cheeks and press her lips to yours, holding the kiss longer than she probably should. but she just canât help herself. youâre her wife now.
â§.* she doesnât get shitfaced during the reception, but your wife is definitely pretty drunk on the dance floor. busting out moves you didnât even know she had.
â§.* she feels free to let loose now, have fun, with you by her side. dancing with her. singing along to the music without a care in the world.
mel;
â§.* with mel, marriage wasnât really a conversation the two of you had, instead, it was a given from the beginning.
â§.* mel takes relationships very seriously and sees anything casual as a waste of her precious time. marriage is the end goal when mel gets into any relationship, so it wouldnât be any different for you. she loves you, and you love her, the natural thing to do is to get married.
â§.* however, she is a patient woman and willing to wait for whenever youâre ready to commit to marriage. she is busy after all, she can wait as long as needed.
â§.* when you finally are at a place in your life- financially, mentally, emotionally, to be able to comfortably get married, mel wastes no time proposing to you.
â§.* you figured it would be the other way around, and actually did begin window-shopping for a general idea of what ring youâd purchase for your girlfriend.
â§.* but mel has a way of knowing things, and she tells you that sheâll buy it.
â§.* âi know youâve been browsing around, here and there for a ring. be patient. iâll handle that, okay?â
â§.* when mel proposes, itâs in a small, intimate space in her home. the woman goes to plenty of galas and parties as a councilwoman, but she wants this moment to be only between her and her girlfriend.
â§.* warm candlelight fills the room, the scent of peonies and babyâs breath subtle. youâre unsure of whatâs going on for such decorations- was there a holiday that you forgot? your anniversary wasnât for another few months, so surely-
â§.* a soft voice from behind you pulls you back to reality. the sight of mel, on one knee, holding open a violet velvet box.
â§.* âmy dearest. i know i tell you regularly, and i know youâre aware, but i love you. i love you more than life itself, and i want nothing more than to make the next commitment to you. i need to marry you, (y/n).â
â§.* and god, the ring itself. the stone is practically a boulder. itâs a gold band with a cluster of diamonds framing one big diamond in the middle. yes, mel is the most wealthy woman in piltover, but sheâs truly outdone herself.
â§.* youâre in tears, mumbling out choked âyesâs as your now-fiancĂ©e beams. she takes extra care, gently slipping the ring onto your finger. letting you know just how beautiful it looks on you.
â§.* as much as mel would love to be thoroughly involved in planning the wedding, duty calls. so you have creative liberty- she trusts you. she also does hire a professional wedding planner to get most of the difficult work done. the last thing mel would want is you worrying your pretty head before marrying her.
â§.* a grand hall, with gold interior, fountains, high ceilings and glass chandeliers was selected for your wedding. a place which many former high-ranking members of piltoverâs society have been married in years prior.
â§.* as for a dress, mel chooses a grand, white gown. silk with lace trimmings, and a cathedral-length veil. she doesnât mind what you wear, the only thing that matters to her is your comfort.
â§.* naturally, the majority of piltover is invited to the wedding. itâs not every day that the most high-ranking woman in your city gets married.
â§.* the day of the wedding comes. mel is an expert when it comes to keeping herself calm on the outside; stoic and poised. but internally, sheâs a mess.
â§.* mel medarda, getting married? itâs always been something sheâs wanted, but now that itâs happening, itâs hitting her what sheâs about to do. yet, that makes it so much more exciting.
â§.* her worry is more about what how sheâll be perceived by the public, and presenting a much more vulnerable side of herself.
â§.* when mel walks down the aisle, bouquet in hand, orchestra plucking strings, sheâs taking deep breaths to ground herself. this is really happening.
â§.* she sees you walk toward the altar, and she immediately has to close her eyes. only for a second. you look absolutely divine- itâs overwhelming. so many emotions: love, adoration, gratitude, all swirling in melâs chest.
â§.* mel has her vows memorized. sheâs always had a good memory, but she canât stop her voice from cracking and breaking every few words. the moment is just all-consuming.
â§.* âmy love for you is eternal. it always has been, and it always will be. to be stood before all of piltover, making this promise to you is an opportunity i am honored to have. i promise to fiercely love you for as long as you will allow me to, and as long as you will love me. (y/n). my love, my light, and now my wife.â
â§.* she has to wipe away a few stray tears from her face afterward, but she giggles and tightly embraces you. just before brushing your lips with hers, a moment she wishes she could stay in forever.
â§.* the reception is refined and calm. although others may be getting a bit tipsy, mel would much rather slow-dance with you on the floor. stand beside the cake, champagne in hand, just admiring you for all that you are. she swears youâve never looked more beautiful.
sevika;
â§.* sevika has never given marriage a second thought. for other girls? sure, but never her. she had a job to do, a city to protect, and that was her priority.
â§.* until you in passing mentioned being old and married in jest. that statement hit sevika like a bag of bricks.
â§.* trying to lay her head down to rest, your voice plays on a loop in sevikaâs head. being old and married. married. married to each other.
â§.* she simply canât shake the thought. again, she had never given marriage a second thought, but sevika could truly see herself marrying you. that was how loyal and devoted she was to you, how much she loved you.
â§.* sevika doesnât mention it, though. thatâs the kind of woman she is, isnât it? moving in silence, but with intention nonetheless.
â§.* however, one day, sevika slips out of your shared home to take care of âbusiness.â
â§.* âbe back soon, love. i wonât be long. -sevikaâ, reads a note left on your dresser.
â§.* where sevika is actually going is to a metal smith in zaun, a humble craftsman in a shared space with various other artists. she wants your ring to be perfectly you, and she wants your ring to be one that nobody else possesses. so custom-made is the only option.
â§.* a thick silver band with an amethyst in the center, and engravings on the inside. it takes about two weeks to finish, with sevika checking in about twice every week in the wee hours of the morning. this is one of the most important projects sheâs ever overseen.
â§.* once she finally gets it, sevika will not let go of the ring box. a heavy maple wood box housing the most important possession she has, soon to be yours.
â§.* of course, sevika fiddling with her left pocket doesnât go unnoticed by you. but she brushes it off, tells you that she wasnât sure if she left something in there from the day before.
â§.* her proposal is spontaneous. she tries to plan it, but she simply cannot wait any longer. she takes the ring box out of her pocket, presenting it to you and slowly opening it.
â§.* âi donât⊠i donât do this stuff. i donât know how to, iâm sorry. but i⊠i love you, and i canât stop thinking about what you said before. about being old and married. i want that, with you.â
â§.* itâs so rare that sevika is completely unguarded, even in private. sheâs a soft lover, but you can tell that right now, all of her walls are down. poor woman, sheâs even shaking.
â§.* you just grab her hand, a stray tear falling down your cheek, and whisper, âyes.â
â§.* sevika has no idea where to start when it comes to wedding planning (or event planning to begin with.) so you take on most of the responsibility for planning, occasionally enlisting help from friends.
â§.* of course, sevika is still very involved in terms of observing and helping you make decisions.
â§.* you choose a small hall, enough to hold a handful of guests. sevika doesnât have many people to invite, granted, but there needs to be enough room for her playing mates at the casino, jinx, and your guests.
â§.* your fiancĂ©e chooses a dusty plum suit, tailored to her body and the smallest golden hoops in her ears. (you didnât even know she had her ears pierced until the day of the wedding.)
â§.* the day comes, and sevika sees you walking down the aisle. she stares at you in nothing short of awe, pure joy. her mouth hangs open.
â§.* when you finally step up to meet her at the altar, it takes everything in the woman to not simply whisk you away then and there. patience, sevika, she tells herself.
â§.* she has her vows written down, despite trying to memorize them. sheâs just filled with too many emotions. nerves, mostly.
â§.* âstanding here now, i realize more than ever how much i love you. youâve brought something to my life i never thought iâd feel: unconditional, unwavering love. i donât know how you do it, but you make every day better than the last. youâve gotten through to my heart. i swear to love you, to be loyal to you, and to protect you.â
â§.* she doesnât even wait for the officiant to say that you may kiss, sheâs immediately closing the distance between you as soon as you finish exchanging vows, kissing her wife again, and again, and again.
â§.* sevika doesnât do much during the reception, mostly drinking little sips of whine and gazing at you with that longing expression youâve come to know. if you try to drag her out onto the floor to dance with you, sheâll playfully groan and roll her eyes. but you know she loves it. she loves you.
â§.* âcome on, sev, dance with me!â
â§.* âi donât dance.â
â§.* âwell, you do now!â
caitlyn;
â§.* the topic of marriage is a difficult one for caitlyn. as a member of one of the highest-ranking houses in piltover, itâs an expectation that she will one day marry. not necessarily from her parents, but from piltover and tradition.
â§.* honestly, she was indifferent. if she found someone sheâd like to marry, great. but if not, she wasnât going to hold her breath or beat herself up over it.
â§.* when you came into her life, caitlyn could feel her perception of marriage slowly changing. it was still indifferent at best, but she now understood why marriage was so common. why it was a thing, even. her love for you grew stronger by the day, and she wouldnât be opposed to marriage- if it was you.
â§.* not married because she has to be, but because she wants to be.
â§.* caitlyn is transparent about all of this with you, telling you that while sheâs okay with the idea of marriage, she doesnât expect it. itâs the least she can do: be honest.
â§.* ultimately, the decision is in your hands, and you decide that you undoubtedly want caitlyn to be your wife.
â§.* so you browse every single jeweler in both piltover and the undercity. looking for any hidden gems amongst them. independent jewelers, chains, even heirlooms from your family. but in your search, you find a sole jewelry dealer in the undercity. selling a silver engagement ring with sapphire clusters that perfectly match caitlynâs eyes.
â§.* youâre in the familyâs garden, cait looking off into the distance. observing⊠the leaves, the flowers, the way the light hits them? youâre unsure, but you decide now is your opportunity.
â§.* âcaitlyn.â
â§.* caitlyn quickly turns her head to you, looking the slightest bit concerned. âhm?â
â§.* thatâs when you drop to one knee and take out a ring box. caitlynâs eyes blow wide, both hands clapping over her mouth. she canât believe the scene thatâs playing out in front of her.
â§.* âi canât contain myself anymore. caitlyn, the time iâve had with you has been wonderful. the most amazing time of my life. you are the epitome of grace and diligence, consistently leading. you bring out the best in me day after day, and my life feels complete with you in it. caitlyn kiramman, will you marry me?â
â§.* bless caitlyn, sheâs trying so hard to keep the tears threatening to spill at bay. she only nods, once, then twice, then over and over before bringing you into a deep kiss.
â§.* when you slip the ring onto her finger, you wish you could freeze time and frame this particular moment. the adoration in the womanâs eyes is one you canât describe.
â§.* when it comes to wedding planning, cait wants to be as involved as possible. of course, she has a job to do, so that does prolong the planning. but patience is a virtue she learned early, so she doesnât mind.
â§.* âwhatâs another few months? we have all the time in the world, dear.â
â§.* the two of you choose to have a small and intimate wedding, inviting her father, a few council members, and anyone youâd like to invite.
â§.* caitlyn chooses a sleek v-neck black dress, fitted to her form with a long train. she opts to wear a small tiara instead of a veil.
â§.* upon further examination, you notice that itâs the very tiara cassandra wore on her wedding day. silver, with small rubies delicately placed. caitlyn honoring her mother in this way brought a whirlwind of emotions to you, but you knew she would be happy for her daughter.
â§.* and for that very reason, among many others, caitlynâs wedding day is an emotional one for her. sheâs elated to be finally marrying the woman she loves, but she wishes more than anything that her mother could be there to see it.
â§.* seeing cait walk down the aisle does wonders to you. waiting at the altar for her was excruciating as is, but you almost have to pick your jaw up off the floor as your fiancĂ©e makes her way closer and closer to you. she looks otherworldly.
â§.* she chuckles and beams at you once she steps up to the altar. taking a moment to just admire you. she reaches a slim hand out to gently tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in her hand for only a moment. her sapphire eyes full of adoration.
â§.* caitlyn has her vows written down, in that annoyingly perfect penmanship of hers. she reads from the paper, glancing up at you constantly while having to wipe her eyes.
â§.* â(y/n), i didnât know if this day would ever come. but iâm so glad that it has. my love for you knows no bounds, it festers and grows and builds onto itself every day. itâs exhilarating, as is every day by your side. to call myself your wife will be my greatest honor. and to welcome you into the kiramann family, an even greater honor.â
â§.* sheâs fully crying by the time she finishes reading out her vows, looking up at you with the best smile that she can muster. sheâs so overcome with love, she canât help it.
â§.* the moment the officiant says you may kiss, caitlyn is placing one hand firmly on your waist and the other wraps around your lower back. holding you close and brushing her lips against yours.
â§.* caitâs reception is rather relaxed, with a selection of mostly classical and contemporary music playing quietly over speakers. however, she insists on having several slow dances with you. sheâs surprisingly good, which makes you suspect sheâs experienced with this.
â§.* guiding you back and forth with expertise, her head buried into the crook of your neck. holding you impossibly close to her as she hums in contentment.
#arcane x reader#jinx x reader#mel medarda x reader#vi x reader#sevika x reader#caitlyn kiramman x reader#reader insert#arcane x you#sapphic
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Gotham's newest Crime Lord - part 2
Part 1 | Masterpost
Wraith wrecked havoc like no other.
He was loved and hated by the masses. Defended by Gotham regardless of what they felt of him. A figure in the underworld that hunted down those who moved to harm one of their kin and executed anyone who laid their hands in the weakâchildren.
The first explosion had been explained by the scattering papers and the anonymous posts of an organization who went after children with malicious intent. Blatant evidence that had people rallying to the GCPD to demand for justice. It was glorious and horrificâespecially once they found out that it was Wraith who tossed the Joker into the harbor.
The Bats, by all means, attempt to find him. Figure him out, at least. But the man was a mystery. It was worse considering the majority of Gotham were eagerly telling the Bats to fuck off whenever they tried to hunt down Wraith. The only thing they ever got out of him was that his second in commandâPhantomâwas the nicer one between them. If you wanted civil negotiations, try and look for Phantom instead.
As much as they wanted to go directly to Wraith, this was their best shot. Their only shot.
"Had any luck finding Phantom?" Dick's hand rested on Tim's shoulder, trying to support his clearly tired brother. Tim was a little to determined, kinda desperate to find this guy.
"Nothing. Their names are trigger words." Tim clicked his tongue, "It's fucking up the system. Remember Ghostmaker's ghostnet? Any attempts makes you want to shut off your systems because of how encrypted they could get."
"Searching up their names gave the Batcomputer a virus?!" Steph gawked, leaning over Tim and staring at the computer. They could all tell he was wary, trying not to type in certain words to keep the damn tech sage from that mania.
"Wraith and Phantom are either metas with technology altering powers..." Barbara hums, "Or they have someone else doing this. Imagine them having their own version of the calculator... But worse and more annoying."
"So our new crime lord has a hacker... That has given the Batcomputer a virus." Dick slowly said, "And is still operating without us finding out."
"Hood and Robin are out trying to find Phantom." Barbara points to the two dots hurriedly moving through crime alley. "Hopefully they find him."
"Any news on Wraith?"
"His latest stint involved tearing down one of Black Mask's operations. Several bodies were found in the harbor."
"Why the harbor?"
"It's his MO, I think. It's always the harbor where he dumps the bodies."
Tim frowns, "Like it's his trash can.... For bodies."
"Hasn't the harbor always been the body trash can of Gotham?" Steph sighs, before turning away to stare at Cass who was training in the simulators again.
Dick glared at her for the comment but once again looked back to the screen.
"Hopefully they find Phantom soon... before Wraith drops more bodies."
Phantom was the nicer of the twoâclaimes by many people who told them Wraith was a little on the quieter side. No one truly knew but he was quieter than a lot of them.
Crime Alley was Red Hood's territory, everyone knew that. But apparently, Wraith has been operating in the same area from time to time. Mainly to return kids to the alley (freshly claimed by that flaiming white symbol). But Wraith did so quietly. They checked in from time to time to see if the kids were alright.
To be specific...
Phantom came to visit to see if the children they had returned and claimed were safe. Often coming with resources that he mainly reserved for the kids.
"Found him." Jason muttered, voice distorted through the modulator as he narrowed his eyes at the young man dressed in monochrome colors. His binoculars zeroed on the young man with white (seriously??) boots and gloves. The rest of his outfit was black, with a jacket still in monochrome colors. Jason frowned at the hood that covered his head.
"Let's go, Hood. Nightwing and father wantsâ"
"Stay out of it, Robin." Hood instantly growled. Jason has never felt so territorial before but this guy was in his territoryâdoing good, keeping the kids safe, marking them so no one tried going after them. "Phantom is Wraith's lieutenant. We don't need to make an enemy of the nicer one and piss of the one who ordered the explosion."
"I can handle him!"
"You'll piss him off!"
Robin scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you won't? Phantom clearly is fond of children and I am a childâ"
"With katanas. You're a murderous child. Wraith and Phantom claim children who are in danger. Not the danger." Jason scoffed, while Damian opted to look utterly smug at the statement.
"Stay here." Jason drops down from the building.
He, unfortunately, didn't account for Phantom pulling out a sword from nowhere and immediately pointing it at Jason. The kids behind the man were quick hide behind him, cowering in fear until the recognition sets in their eyes.
"Wait! That's the Red Hood!" A girl yells, standing between them. Stupid but very brave. "He's one of the good ones!"
Phantom, who wore a mask that covered half his face yet showed his eyes, immediately lowered his sword once the girl was between them.
Jason froze, unable to tear his gaze away from Lazarus eyesâno... That shade of green was much purer than the pits... Phantom narrowed his eyes at Jason, before turning back to the girl. "You go and take care of your little sister, yeah? If your mom forgets to feed you again, tell her I'll give her a visit."
The girl nods, but she whirled around and gave Jason the nastiest glare an 8-year-old could give. "You hurt mr. Phantom and I'll tell Wraith!" She pointed an accusing finger at him, frowning before she gives Phantom a quick hug and makes a run for it with the other kids.
Soon enough, they're left alone... Staring at one another.
"I was wondering when one of you Bats would finally find me." Phantom hums, sliding his hand over the hilt of his sword.
Jason warily watched it disappear from sight. Okay. Possible meta, definitely has powers. "You're a hard man to find, Phantom."
"Not for you, I guess. I come and go into your haunt to check in on the kids every week." Phantom laughs, tilting his head.
Jason could see snow white hair from under the hood, making him shudder as the deathly green eyes are brought back to his attention.
"Every week, huh?" Jason clicked his tongue. "I'll cut to the chase. Your boss's stintâ" he swore that Phantom twitched "âpissed of the big Bat. He ain't happy tnag Wraith is bombing up buildings and killing people."
Phantom visibly rolled his eyes, "Too bad then. Wraith's pretty direct when it comes to this shit. Trafficking and pimping kids make him murderous but the fact that those bastards were killing them and selling their organs? He's damn genocidal at this point. Can't say I disagree with that."
Jason... Well... Jason can't argue with that. If he found out that some bastards were doing that to kids, he'd go ballistic too. But Bruce didn't agree with these methods and was rather reproachful about it. But Wraith wasn't going to back down. This wasn't a normal rogue that had felt fear of the Batman and his brood before. To be honest, Jason thinks he's pretty ballsy.
"I don't disagree with that shit either. But Batman ain't going to let him off the hook after that stunt." Jason warned, grunting as he spoke through the modulator. The pits were flaring up again. But not malicious, not murderous. It was curious as it warmed his chest and practically urged him to get closer to Phantom.
"Yes, well... Piece of adviceâWraith is willing to blow up an entire district if it meant keeping others safe. And besides, your rogues know not to mess with him. Not after the Joker." He didn't actually see Phantom's face but he's pretty sure that the bastard was grinning.
"So he really did it."
"If it makes you feel any better, the Joker might as well be cursing him from the afterlife. It was an accident." Phantom shrugged.
An accident, Jason breathed out. Holy fuck, that would have been humiliating for the Joker. His death. An accident. Unintentional and he still died, his body dumped into the harbor.
"Anyways, tell Batsy not to mess with the kids. I know he doesn't, but he let the Joker live, so..." Phantom gave him a thumbs up, "Make sure to not cross pass with Wraith or else you'll end up in the harbor."
Jason gawked, watching as Phantom slipped into the shadows and promptly disappeared. Meta. Definitely a meta.
"Hood, report." Batman's voice rang through the comms.
"Red Hood," he grunts, "Wraith sure as hell doesn't like you, old man. And Phantom might be the nice one but he might as well be as stabby as Robin."
"I agree with Hood. He has wonderful posture, father!" Robin spoke, sounding impressed and smug.
The little shit.
"Technus, stop bullying Oracle." Dan groaned once he caught the ghost tampering with the net... Again.
The crime lord turned towards Danny, who melted out of the shadows again. Technus was blabbering about pesky bats and birds before Dante clocked his younger brother's apprehension. He looked....annoyed and concerned.
"I talked to Red Hood."
"YOU WHAT?!"
"Fun fact! He's a revenant!"
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE OTHER CRIME LORD IS A REVENAN?!"
"A very sexy looking one."
He was going to punch Danny. He was going to fucking punch Danny.
(Danny was not punched.)
"He said that Batman's pissy about you blowing up shit." Danny shrugged, shaking his head before floating over to the energy drinks and coffees by Dan's desk. "Good news though! I told him he'd end up in the harbor if he ever tried anything with us."
Dan gawked, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You want to make the bats our enemies?"
"No! I'm commiting to our crime family bit!"
"We're not a crime family!"
"Tell that to Ellie. She's already got herself a new suit and everything."
Dan threw his hands up in the air, groaning at the insanity that was his younger siblings. Dear ancients, he was praying that Jazz wouldn't find out about the shit they've done in Gotham. She'd give them the worst tongue lashing the world has ever experienced if she did. Thank God she was in Yale right now.
"Ooh! A crime family, you say?" Technus grinned, floating closer to Danny who lounged in Dan's chair. (Get the fuck away from my crime lord throne, Danny! The leather is expensive!)
"That is perfect! The others have decided to migrate here, did you know? It's been quite... Boring back in Amity." Technus snickered.
Fuck. No.
"I bet my trust from Vlad that Johnny, Kitty, and Ember are already on their way." Danny cackled, "That'd be nice. Elle's been itching to steal Johnny's bike again."
"Splendid! We shall wreck havoc upon Gotham and exact justice that the Bats cannot give the people!" And like a supervillain, Danny cackled as he stood on Dan's desk, laughing maniacally.
(Just outside, the Wraith's goons peaked into the room and saw the insanity that was the nice lieutenant's villainy.)
Meanwhile, in the distance, the laughter of Johnny 13 and Kitty rang through the streets of Gotham.
Part 3 | Masterpost
#Gotham's newest Crime Lord#dead on main#maybe#jason todd#batman#crossover#nightwing#red hood#danny fenton#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#Dan is stressed cause the nice one is kinda more chaotic#He's trying his best to be good okay!#Danny and Elle are kinda set on making a crime family of ghosts to mess up Gotham#The bats are just as stressed as Dan at this point#Babs and Tim are now Technus' nemesis
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Natty x Male Reader x Soyeon (3.8K Length)
Tags: Rough sex, anal, titfucking, blowjob, facial, choking, nipple play, creampie, dirty talk
You were lying on the sofa of your apartment, overwhelmed, jaded, and abhorred due to the suffocating heat. According to the weather girl on the news, you were experiencing one of the worst heat waves in history, and she wasnât wrong. The fan wasnât nearly enough to combat this sunny attack on your person.
You zapped through the different TV channels searching for something to distract your mind, if you didnât think about the heat it would disappear for sure, delusional.
You found out that on one of the channels they were playing the Olympic Games, which was definitely a good distraction. You kept watching the sports for a while, at that precise moment of the day, the swimming competition was taking place.
Within a couple of hours, the dayâs competition had ended with Katie Ledecky winning, what? her 20th gold medal? That woman is the goat of swimming, was your thought.
However, that made a bulb light appear above your head, giving you an interesting idea. Maybe going out and spending some time in the public pool, soaking to cover yourself from the heat, could make you enjoy this day. You didnât think twice and in just minutes, you had everything ready with your pool bag, towel and swimsuit.
You took your car and drove to the pool area, and as you first guessed, there were a lot of other people affected by this infernal heat.
You managed to visualize a free spot in the grassy zone, and although there wasnât much shade, it was the best you had found, so you placed your pool bag and towel on it, smeared some sunscreen on your arms and shoulders, and walked towards the pool.
The freshness sensation when your body came in contact with the water was simply unbeatable, you were sure you could stay here until you were forced to leave to close. You approached one of the corners of the pool, resting your arms on either side of the edge as you looked around.
There was a little bit of everything at that hour of the day, children fluttering around playing with balls and water guns, their parents running after them trying to scold them, people like you enjoying a refreshing break, others taking the opportunity to do some exercise and swim, and a bunch of crazy people lying on the hammocks sunbathing, masochists.
Your eyes focused on an extravagant orange hair in the distance, which captured your attention immediately. It was a girl who was wearing a fairly short jeans and a small white tank top that left her belly visible, where you could read âLifeguardâ.
She was small, but, being honest, she commanded respect. You knew it by the way she was scolding grumpily at everyone who tried to exceed her poolâs rules, but on the other hand, with the kids, she always offered a beautiful smile.
That girl had a nice body proportions, maybe not too voluptuous on her chest, but her butt shined incredibly, especially with those tight jeans, it was hard to look away. She was certainly sexy, andâŠ
âLooks like Soyeon caught your attention.â
A voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you noticed a feminine figure standing just to your right. How did she get so close to you without you realizing it?
âExcuse me?â
Smiling, she pointed with her head at the girl whom, until recently you were devouring with your gaze.
âSoyeon, the lifeguard, everyone will think you are a stalker or something if you keep looking at her like that.â She pointed, laughing loudly. Your face turned all red, and your body again felt so hot, not because of the heat now but because of shame.
Then you focused for the first time on that strange girl with black hair and tanned skin. She was wearing sunglasses on her forehead and a white one-piece swimsuit with different color details. She seemed like a very smiling girl, her smile seemed to never disappear, and her laugh could be heard in every corner of the pool.
âOh no, I was just observing distractedly, I have no weird intentions, was looking to deal with this damn heat.â You explained with a little smile.
âReally? Too bad.â She pouted. âIâm sure she would give you a blowjob in the locker room if you ask her.â
âW-W-What?â Your confusion and nervousness ripped another laugh out of her.
âYeah, she looks so rude now, but she is a slut who loves cocks.â
That little conversation was making you so hot that it seemed like the surrounding water was boiling. Then the girl moved closer to you, standing in front of you, blocking any other view you might have but hers. Her hand moved underwater to touch your penis, which had acquired a considerable size.
âAnd me too.â Your body tensed at her touch, and you looked nervously to each side without stopping. You never experienced something like this before in view of everyone, afraid that anyone or even worse, that lifeguard would find out what was going on.
âWhat are you doing? Anyone could catch us.â With her other hand she placed her index finger over your lips to shut you up.
"Shhh, trust in me." She put her whole hand into your swimsuit to grab your cock, masturbating you with slow movements.
"My name is Natty by the way. Nice to meet you." Her smile was cute, but at the same time, you can see in her that she was enjoying so much watching how you react to every step she took.
"Same here." You replied slowly and haltingly to avoid letting out a moan due to her fantastic touch.
She got even closer and caught your lips in a soft kiss, which you really enjoyed until you noticed how she used her thumb to play with your tip. She gave you a smirk and another kiss, masturbating you again, this time increasing the speed. You bit your lip, refusing to emit a moan as you grabbed her hips to help her use her body as a shield so that no one would notice that situation.
The palm of her hand was playing again with your tip, rubbing with fast movements, making you grab her hips harder. She playfully smiled at you for that. But she suddenly stopped, took his hand out of your swimsuit, and stepped away from you a little, still smiling. You looked at her with a clearly disappointed face.
âIf you cum here in the water, we will have some problems, you should cum in another appropriate place, my face, for example.â She couldnât say that kind of thing with a big smile and laughing, she was crazy.
âI will wait for you in the locker room, donât make me wait, yes?â She came back to you to whisper in your ear. âIâm so fucking hornyâŠâ You hard swallowed saliva.
You saw her get out of the pool and head toward the changing rooms, she was totally fucking crazy, and the worst part is that you were following that crazy girl.
You waited until your erection subsided and became less noticeable for the rest of the people there before you could leave as well. You followed Natty way to the locker room, looking one last time at the lifeguard girl now sitting on her chair. She was looking directly at you too, and it gave you goosebumps.
As soon as you entered the locker room, Natty cornered you against one of the walls, looking at you with lust. She smiled playfully, going back into your swimsuit to make your cock hard again.
Now you didn't control yourself, and you let out a couple of moans that were quickly silenced by Natty's lips, who desperately searched for your tongue. Your hands traveled to her cheeks, fighting fiercely in that kiss but keeping enjoying her masturbation.
You placed your hands on her shoulders, and with a quick twisting motion, she was now the one pinned against the wall.
She left your penis for a moment to take her huge boobs out of her swimsuit. You salivated when you saw them free, and you threw yourself on them to put them in your mouth.
Natty moaned non-stop, enjoying how you licked and sucked her tits, imprisoning her even more against the wall, making her rise a little so that she could surround your waist with her legs.
"It seems I have unleashed the tiger." She smiled, burying your head further into her breasts, rubbing them over your face, and in response, licking and playing with her nipples.
You stopped then, taking some air, breathing heavily, taking her hands and taking her to the other end of the locker room, telling her with a nod to sit on the bench. She did so, and before she could blink, you guided your cock towards her boobs. She understood your intentions instantly and laughed at this.
She put her hands on either side of her tits, trapping your cock in the middle of them, moving them at a frenetic pace, making you moan non-stop.
"You like my titfuck right? I'm an expert."
"I fucking love it, so good." You said, slapping one of her tits, drawing a moan from her.
In response, her tongue began to lick your tip as her tits continued to be dragged along your entire length. Your cock sank between her tits and reappeared again and again, making everything start to get wet.
"More." She moaned, but you didn't know what she meant. "Spank my fucking tits harder, fuck." She asked desperately, and you wouldnât say no to that.
You slapped her tits again, this time continuously, the sound of your palms hitting her meat echoing through the place, now joined by her screams.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YEEEEEES." She screamed without holding back in the slightest.
She stopped her titfuck and then grabbed your cock, using it to slap her own tits and even rub your tip against her now hard nipples.
She stood up and, still holding your penis in her hand she dragged you to one of the bathrooms, closing the door.
"Sit down." She ordered, pointing to the toilet, and you obeyed immediately.
She pushed aside the part of her swimsuit that connected to her pussy, giving you a perfect view of it, dripping intensely. You started to masturbate yourself admiring her.
"Look what you've done, I hope you're proud." She said, stroking herself a little bit.
"I am." You responded in a mocking tone.
You kept your cock erect as you watched her approach you, straddling you, connecting your cock with her pussy and slowly starting to lower yourself, taking it all in.
"So big." She whispered, caressing your chest.
"So tight." You responded in kind, moving your hands to her butt.
And so Natty began to ride you, raising her hips until she left only the tip of your cock inside her pussy and then lowering herself abruptly, obtaining it whole.
Your cock hit Natty's depths again and again, and your moans were drowned in insatiable kisses that were continually cut by the pleasure you felt.
On one of those times when your lips separated, you took the opportunity to catch one of her boobs that was bouncing non-stop, with your mouth, sucking hard and biting her nipple.
Feeling uninhibited by the pleasure, she increased the pace with which she rode you, while with your hands now on her hips, you helped the movements become more ferocious.
"I'm fucking cumming! I'm cumming!" Natty moaned without stopping her pace until she finally stood over on top of you, cumming.
With hardly any time to waste, she got off of you, kneeling on the floor in front of you, masturbating your cock quickly, and sticking out her tongue.
A few threads of semen were shot straight from your cock towards her face, staining it completely.
"Fuck." You gasped, tiredly watching her try to collect most of the cum from her face with her hands, bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened with a loud slam. You both turned around startled, looking at the little orange-haired lifeguard who was looking at you very angry.
Your pulse stopped for a moment, you could see how she looked at you, at the pitiful appearance you had at that moment lying naked and exhausted on the bathroom.
"Really Natty? That's the third time this week." She commented, looking at the girl on the floor, who was smiling nervously.
"Sorry, Soyeon, I couldn't resist."
"I've told you, I have no problem with you doing these things, but not on days like this, with so many people, what happens if they catch you?"
"I know, I know, I'm so sorry." She apologized continuously, putting all his clothes back on properly.
"I'll make it up to you, okay? I will invite you to dinner tonight, okay? Okay, bye!" She said, running out of there, fearing her friend's anger.
You took advantage of that moment to stand up and try to leave the bathroom in search of your clothes, but Soyeon's arm prevented you.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you."
With a little push from her, you backed away and fell back onto the toilet. You noticed how she was still glaring at you.
She switched her gaze to your cock, you tried to cover yourself with your hands, but a slap from her made you move them away again in pain.
"Ouch!"
"Shut up," she said, closing the bathroom door behind her. She kneeled where Natty had been minutes before and grabbed your limp cock, still covered in cum.
"What a waste." She whispered, starting to lick your entire cock from top to bottom, cleaning it.
It wasn't something you had expected, and that made you horny again, fattening your cock until it regained its full state again.
Soyeon lifted your cock and captured one of your testicles with her mouth, holding it there for a few seconds and repeating the action with the other one.
"You better have saved something more." She threatened, still angry.
"I can get an extra special load for you." You said, making her look at you.
Without saying anything, she opened her mouth wide and inserted the entirety of your penis into it. You gasped and by reflex you brought your hands to the back of her head, burying it on your cock.
Soyeon didnât protest about it, on the contrary, she began to move her head uncontrollably, making a lot of erotic sounds during the blowjob.
"Shouldn't you be alert for someone drowning?â You asked curiously.
She let your cock escape from her mouth, completely covered in saliva, and spit on it.
"It's Yuqi's turn, now the only one who's going to choke is me on this damn cock, so shut up and show me why Natty was screaming like a whore."
She resumed the blowjob, using her hands to play with your balls at the same time.
You brought your hands to her head, grabbing a fistful of orange pigtail hair in your fist to help her swallow your cock.
She continued sucking you with just her mouth, taking off her lifeguard top with her hands, and you took the opportunity to touch her small tits.
âThey arenât as big as Natty, but I will treat them the same.â You squeezed her nipples with your fingers, surprising her and making her gag on your cock.
You took advantage of that sign of weakness, and using your fingers, you started to stretch her nipples a little bit. She closed her eyes while she kept taking your cock. As she didnât stop you, you kept stretching her nipples more and more, they were turning really hard and red under your fingers.
Soyeon reached her pain limit and caught your wrists with her hands, stopping the process going. She lifted her head to look at you with her mouth filled with your cock. After a few seconds, she lowered her head back to the base of your cock and released your hands that were still gripping her nipples, giving you permission to continue, and you did, applying a new wave of pressure to her nipples.
She tried to resist the pain combining with the pleasure she was having sucking your cock, making your dick reach deeper in her throat, in an attempt to silence her screams.
Her nipples were released from the pressure, telling her to stand up, and when she did, you pulled her towards you, sitting her on your lap. Her lips were swollen from the treatment she had given to your cock, and a trail of saliva came out of her mouth.
You touched her tits again, caressing her sensitive nipples that reacted under your palms. Soyeon made a small moan, they were so red and itchy that even the slightest touch bothered her.
Once again, her nipples were your objective, this time licking with your tongue one of them while the other one was being pinched by your fingers. Your mouth started to suck her nipple. You looked at her, but her face didnât change at all during this time. She was still looking angry at you, so you decided to bite her nipple, making her scream.
Your hands grabbed her nipples in a quick move, but she reacted fast and stopped you again. Both of you were looking at each other, the challenge was being sent, and she had to make a decision.
âMotherfucker.â
She removed her hands, accepting the challenge, and you smiled, raising your hands with her nipples held. Her arms surrounded your neck, and at the same time, she began to rub herself on your cock, masturbating you.
The higher you raised her nipples, the faster she moved, and you could notice how her pants couldn't retain the liquid that was beginning to drip from her pussy.
You gave her nipples one last thrust, digging your thumbs into them as if they were a button. Her movement stopped instantly. She opened her mouth, but there was no sound. You got as close to her as possible without letting go.
âSlut.â You were smiling, she was furious.
Soyeon got off your lap and turned around, you thought she was going to leave the bathroom, but no, she bent over to show you her impressive ass and gave herself a spank on the cheek before taking off her jeans.
"Really?" You asked excitedly. She looked at you over her shoulder, supporting her hands on the bathroom door and raising her butt for you.
You stood up from the toilet holding your cock to bring it closer to her ass, when Soyeon felt the touch of your cock she began to move her hips, twerking with her ass.
You massaged her ass, giving her a couple of kisses followed by a hard spank on her butt cheek, making her grunt, a grunt that gave way to moans as your tongue began to delve into her rear hole.
You savored every corner of Soyeon's ass while she continued to move it on your face. You separated her ass cheeks with your hands, being able to see perfectly how her small hole contracted uncontrollably.
You slowly approached your cock towards her ass, first rubbing it and then playing with it until finally you slowly entered his hole. Soyeon let out a little scream when she felt the entirety of your penis delve into her small hole, feeling a little dizzy as it continued to grow inside her, stretching her ass.
You grabbed her wide hips to start thrusting into her, Soyeon clung harder to the door, moaning uncontrollably, and with each thrust, your hand collided with her cheeks, making her clench her teeth.
She grabbed your hands from her hips and brought them to her breasts, in a clear sign that she wanted more. Without hesitation, you squeezed her nipples again.
âDestroy these little nipples.â She moaned, provoking you to give her a harder treatment.
Your cock went in and out of Soyeon's ass without rest, everything felt so good that it was even difficult to maintain composure and balance. You leaned on her back, completely cornering her against the bathroom door with your body, placing your hands on either side of her head.
Without warning, you took a few steps away and put one of your arms around her stomach and the other one around her neck, pulling her towards you, something that made your cock move even further into her ass, causing true fear in Soyeon.
"What the hell are you doing!?" She protested annoyingly, holding on with both hands to the arm around her neck.
You noticed how she tried to free herself from your grip, however she was clearly smaller than you, so you had her completely dominated under your arms. Your hips continued to move, and ramming her without stopping, you lowered your head to whisper in her ear.
"Be a good slut for me." You said, applying a little force to your grip, and in reaction to that, she couldn't help but scream a loud moan, curling her body under your arms, cumming intensely.
"Fuck, what was that?" You asked, surprised by the puddle that had formed at your feet, loosening your grip on her as she couldn't stay upright and fell to her knees on the floor.
"I didn't think you were that weak, I guess it was all a facade." You fell silent when you saw her, still on the floor, she placed her own hands on her ass, opening it for you, inviting you to enter again.
You didn't hesitate for a second to crouch down next to her and reinsert your cock inside her, making her scream again.
"FUCK, YES, PLEASE, FUCK MY ASS HARDER." Soyeon begged, totally vulnerable.
"That's right, Soyeon, you're being a good slut." You said, ramming her from behind with all your strength, that she automatically bounced her ass against your cock again.
"Yes! I'm a slut, please use me!" She screamed as a result of your thrusts and spanks on his completely reddened asscheeks.
You continued pounding herself that hard for a few minutes until you unloaded a new shot of cum directly into her ass, driving her completely crazy.
You kissed her shoulder without her being able to stop panting with her tongue hanging out, you took your cock out of her ass that was now dripping with your cum.
You left the bathroom to get dressed in your swimsuit again and looked back one last time to see a new stream of fluids coming out of Soyeon's ass uncontrollably, unable to get up from the floor.
"I have to visit more times this pool.â
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The Court Jester Part 2
Yandere Batfam x GN Reader
Pt. 1, Pt. 3, Pt. 4
As Batman questioned his life choices, his other children listened in on the conversation.
"So that's what happened to (Y/N). I thought they had just moved out." Tim stated.
"How did that weak-" Damian started but was cut off by Tim. "You didn't even know them! They were nice and understood how important our work was, so they tried to stay out of the way!"
Dick and Jason just blocked out the arguing as they started to remember all the things (Y/N) did for them. How they tried to help even in the smallest ways. Like how they would always make sure there was a fresh pot of coffee or how they would rotate the types of cookies in the manor so everyone got one they liked.
When (Y/N) first moved out, the first thing the family realized was how much they did. It felt weird the first couple of weeks, but they eventually got used to it. Seeing (Y/N) like this made them worry, even if some of them wouldn't admit it (Damian). This awoken something in each of them.
Dick saw someone who was with him since the beginning. Someone he could always trust to be there for him when he needed it, and now he could see it was gone. The twisted smile on their face showed all the pressure he and his family put on them, and he felt nothing but guilt.
Jason saw someone who went through something similar to him. He saw the torture in their eyes. He heard the manipulation in the words that came out their mouth. He knew that if he could just get to them and talk like they used to, it would all be fine. He was determined to get them back, and this time, they weren't leaving his sight.
Tim saw the calculation that went into this trap. He saw the brain of (Y/N), who even in this state was brilliant. He saw the planning, the research, the trail and error of each detail in this plan, all to catch Batman and have a conversation with him before your "Dad" got there. He wanted to bounce ideas off you. He wanted to talk about plans with you. He even wanted to just hang out and chill with you, but in order to do that, he would need to get you back. And when you came back, he would do all those things with you.
Stephanie saw the abandoned side of you. She realized that she didn't know anything about you. Your age, your favorite color, your birthday, she didn't even know your last name. She knows what it's like to have a distant relationship with a parent figure, and she wants to help. She wants to know all of those things. She wants to know you. And if you let her (you will), she wants to be the closest person to you.
Damian saw a weak follower who needed not only to learn but also needed to be protected. Even though you are older than him, he can see a flame in you that with the right training and teacher could become a full-on blaze. He would be that teacher. He would be the one you look up to. Nobody else. He just needed to get you back to start training.
They all looked at each other as if thinking the same thing,"Let's go get (Y/N)."
Back with (Y/N)...
"Dads gonna be so proud when he sees this! I mean, look at you! You look totally defeated!" (Y/N) said between giggles. They were giddy. They had talked to dad about if they could try something with the Bat, and surprisingly, he agreed. After the Bat was caught, they sent the signal to their father so they could show off their work.
Batman was tied to a chair. His utility belt on the floor as they made him make a choice. Drop your utility belt, or I will kill these two parents and make a boy and a girl orphans. They knew what they were doing. They knew it was wrong. But God did it feel good. To have his eyes looking at them and having him see what they truly are. Not their mother but (Y/N). Even if they look a little different now.
As the Bat was beginning to start a sentence the door busted open.
"Hello Peanut!" The Joker exclaimed as he came in. "Look at all the fine work you've done. My little Jester".
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Thank you so much for all the support on the first part of this! Everytime I see your guys support I am baffled at how wonderful you all are. Quick question do you want this to be completely platonic or do you want some people from the family to be romantic? Also should I add more people from the DC Universe? Thank you so much for reading!
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Asymmetrical Symphony - Part 2
Universe: Arcane (LOL)
Pairing: Viktor x reader
Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help
Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written and GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.
A.N.: Thank you for the fav and comments!! This chapter isn't gonna have much Viktor in it, but I'm just starting to estabelish some things and get the ball rolling. I'll try and update more Vik x you as quick as possible. :D
Part 1
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The world was spiraling around you. Noises of the past, the present, of another version of the world, blurred and mixed into a weirdly misshapen music. You tried to stop it, pause the song to figure out whatâs what. Pull a thread to focus on something, to ground yourself. You inhaled air into your lungs and then expelled it. Every time you breathed out, the sounds became less confusing, like an orchestra finding itself following the maestro. In the end, only the quick buzzing of the world around you was left, as it settled down in a place and time.
You dazedly opened your eyes to a bright ball of light right before you and someoneâs hand on your forehead. The sudden memory of the Hex Angel standing on top of you, extracting your soul from your body, flooded your senses, and you had to get away.
Quickly sitting upright, you shoved the construct away, watching with dread as the angel fell and stood up with ease. Their hands up in mock surrender, the mask emotionless.
âCalm down.â It said, with the familiar accent of a friend. âYouâre safe.â
âVik-Viktor stopâŠâ You mumbled at the thing while it tilted its head at you. âPleaseâ
It kept coming closer, its movements slow and deliberate, palms up to you as if it were approaching a scared animal.
In the haziness of trying to get away from it as fast as possible, you felt the ground give away under you, and once more, you were snapped back to focus when you landed on something hard.
The sound that left your lips was less than elegant as your back hit the cold, hard floor. Your body is now fully awakened to every scratch, bruise, and wound.
The first thing you noticed, as you tried to will the pain away, was the hard, smooth surface under your fingertips. Ceramics, cold hard ceramics. You turned your head and opened your eyes to a wall of floor-to-ceiling tiles, arranged in soothing colors.Â
You frowned at the familiar sense of the place.
Tilting your head backward, the minty-colored fold screen was unsurprisingly standing between gurneys, confirming where you were. Pilltoverâs General Hospital.
And by the present company, maybe you had gone back to your time? Maybe forward? It didnât make sense if they were here while you still looked human... something happened... Did you change anything that made the HexAngels different?Â
The sound of footsteps clicking on the floor was enough to get your mind back to the situation at hand. You tried to move, but something was grabbing your extended arm.
Your gaze followed the extent of your arm until it reached a cuffed wrist. Your cuffed wrist. They had cuffed your arm to the bed. You pulled at the restraint, testing it. It rattled but didnât open, as expected.
âItâs alrightâŠâ The Heraldâs modified voice scrambled into a warm woman's tone, its footsteps coming closer and closer.
Thatâs new. You snapped your neck to the voice, inching as far as you could from it.Â
The shape that appeared from behind the bed shifted from an abnormally beautiful construct to a tall and thin nurse.Â
âWhat theâŠâ You looked at her face. A smile plastered on her face, hands stretched toward you. âWhere am I?â
She gave the expected answer, but she did not understand the depth of your question.Â
âWhy am I cuffed to the bed?â You asked, not moving from your seat on the floor, your backside becoming cold under the hospital gown.
âOfficer Caitlyn wants to speak with you. You were found unconscious in the rubble of the attack.â The nurse went to grab you, and you swatted her hand as your vision layered her hand with a gold claw. She frowned.
âThe rocket attack..." You mumbled, and she nodded.
âQuite the spectacle. If it had been in the Lanes, nobody would care.â She whispered, but you heard her.
âPeople died." You snapped, her eyes locking with yours.
âPeople die every day.â Her face contorted into a scowl, and you noticed a familiar accent in her speech, hidden behind the effort to sound Pilltovian. Sheâs from the Undercity.
You looked her in the eyes, and her indifference was palpable. She moved to grab you, but instead, she held her arm out.Â
âCome on, letâs get you back in bed.â
You wrapped your free hand on the forearm and pulled yourself up, towering over her.
âThere we go.â She patted the bed, and you complied, sitting on it. She stood in front of you, grabbing a tiny silver flashlight from her pocket and lifting it with one hand while the other went towards your face.
Reality shifted, and once again her hand transformed into a golden claw with white fingers. You swatted it away and moved your face out of reach.
âNo touching?â She asked, and you nodded, her following your movement a second later. âVery well. But I need to check you.â
You felt the corners of your lips turn up at her sass. With the faint accent, it was like you were back at the Talis Lab.
âIâm fine.â you said, and she rolled her eyes.
âYou survived a rocket hit to the head. Trust me, you are fine because we gave you drugs.â
She instructed you to pull your lower eyelids down, pull at your cheeks, and even gave you the tongue suppressor to look at the back of your throat.
"Just donât touch the face.âÂ
âVery well, then you have to do it.â
âYou seem very comfortable around someone in cuffs.â You told her as she gently peeled the gauze from a wound in your arm.
âPeople talk. From whatâs been going around, you ran into the figurative building on fire. Sure, you knocked around a few enforcers, but sometimes they do need some sense knocked into them.âÂ
You enjoyed it as her accent became more and more pronounced the more she talked. Memories of good old times flooded your mind when another Undercity crossover would talk your ear off as you fine-tuned your instrument. You knew that accent by heart, even mocking him by mimicking it.
âHow long ago did you cross the bridge?â You whispered, not wanting to divulge that information to the world. She raised an eyebrow.
âA few years back, before nursing school.â She kept choking your wounds. âHow did you figure it out?â
âThe way you speak. I knewâŠknowâŠknew someone, a friend, a close friend who spoke like that. They wereâŠareâŠfrom the other side as well.â You cleared your throat and gave her your best Viktor impression. âIf you donât succeed at first, you must try again, after hiding the evidence, of course."
You both fell into a comfortable silence, her checking your wounds and you reminiscing about the old days.
âThatâs pretty good, actually. People here judge on sound alone. Iâve been hiding it for years, and you caught it in minutes.â She grinned.
âIt does take practice and a good ear.âÂ
âYou.â She grinned. âCouncilor Medarda, Councillor Talis, Councillor Shoola, and Councillor Salo.â
âWhen was the attack?â You asked suddenly, and she looked up from examining your ankle.
âTwo nights.â
âWhat time is it now?âÂ
â7 AM.â
âWho survived?â
Your ears drowned with the sound of your heartbeat. Did you go through all of this for this to end up the same way? Were you going to lose your friend again?
"Ah, yes, someone else was found in the rubble.â Your eyes snapped open as she got up from her crouched position. âThe other Hextech founder... Whatâs his face? Lanky, tall, always standing behind Councilor Talis.
"Viktor?â You whispered, and she nodded.
âYes, that one.â
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. He is alive. For now. The calmness you had from the news was quickly replaced by another violent attack soon.
âDid they announce the remembrance speech day?â You asked quickly.
âI donât think they even announced the public funeral dates, let alone announce the speech day.â She scribbled something on the board at the foot of your bed. âWell, my job here is done. I hope they go easy on you.â
She nodded, and you nodded back, turning to lay back down on the bed.
You had to figure out a way to stop that speech day. Or stop Mel, Jayce, and Viktor from attending, which would be impossible since Mel would be the one giving out the speech and Jayce was going to follow Mel and Viktor was going to follow Jayce. Or be made to, since these types of events were far from his favorite thing.
Time traveling is complicated, especially when nobody seems to know you.
You frowned. Why did nobody know you? I mean, the enforcers at the hexgate sure, but the ones in the Academy? You were practically a light fixture there, with the amount of time you spent inside.
And then it hit you like a rocket. They didnât know you because you either didnât exist or had a completely other life. So there was another possibility to your whole existence in this place. You could have time traveled, yes, but what was stopping whatever did this to you from making you jump through time and space?
What if this was another dimension, another universe, another timeline? What if the gods or whoever was trying to add variants to the timeline and see what got them the best results?Â
Your head was about to explode with this new information. Being cuffed to this bed in this brightly lit room was not helping the situation either.
You needed to get out. Without knowing what was the catalyst in this universe for the rise of the Herald, you couldn't stop it. You could warn Viktor; what better way to stop him from himself if he knew the consequences? But what if warning him was exactly what made him go through with it? His magnum opus actually worked for better or worse.
Introducing a single keystroke of a sonata could change the whole tune. You had to warn him, discreetly. Which you couldnât because you were cuffed to a bed.
Reality moved, and for the first time since it did, you focused on it. It felt like when youâd be in the lab and you could feel a spark of something in the wrong place, waiting for the right circumstance to zap. Another whisper. A soundless gasp reverberated around you. The sound of metal vibrating as itâs struck made waves around you, like a stone that hit the water.Â
You managed to decipher, in between the waves, a new rune.Â
Whatever powers were drip-feeding you, these runes hadnât failed you yet. You looked around for a pen, a dusty surface. Nothing. You looked at the hand with the rune scarred into it. Nothing.
You looked at the side table. A glass of water. You tilted it on the table, but as you drew the rune, you watched as it became disfigured. The water wasnât keeping its shape on the flat surface.
Quickly, you patted the side of your bedding down, making it as smooth as possible. When it was flat enough, you dipped your fingers in the water and drew the rune on the sheet.
Stop the attack. Flick. Nothing.
Did you need it to be broader or more detailed? You tried again.
You flailed your hands around in frustration. The rattling of the cuff on the metal side of the bed echoing around is this wrapped reality.Â
Save Piltover. Flick. Nothing
Stop the Herald. Flick. Nothing
"Just unlock, you piece ofâ"
Growing frustrated, you punched the rune. Something clicked, and your hand was freed.
The world got back to normal, and you inspected your wrist, your gaze shifting from your wrist to the cuff.Â
You shook your head to clear it and immediately made your way out of the bed, limping your way out of the six-bed infirmary. Some of the orderlies looked at you sharply, but with the attack they seemed to have their hands full, choosing to effectively ignore you.Â
You grabbed someoneâs jacket from the foot of a bed and put it on, thanking the gods they had kept your socks on.
The hospital was crowded, and you took that opportunity to make your way towards the exit. You kept your walk brisk and your head down, trying to walk around everything and everybody. Your heart was at your throat. Sneaking was never your forte; the last time you did, your father caught you halfway out the gates of the manor. You sighed, remembering the way he made fun of you more than argued. Footsteps light as a cannonball. You were usually the distraction for the sneaking, being the preferred go-to person for when the boys wanted to sneak a particular piece of equipment into the lab and didnât need anyone to know. Especially Heimerdinger.
Forgetting your misadventures for a moment, you look up and see the glass doors, and beyond them the street. A couple of more steps. You quickened your pace, breaking into a small, limping run towards the doors.
The fresh air made you stop as it hit you in the face and you realized how damp and dense the air in the hospital was. You took a deep breath and started to make your way towards the sidewalk, looking up at the street, trying to map in your head the easiest way to get to the Academy, maybe even Viktorâs apartment, and if both failed, the Skyward Clinic, the topside private hospital. If any of them was hurt, that's where they would place them.
With your route mentally traced, you turned around to go down the correct route when somethingâor better, someoneâmade you stop dead in your tracks.
The Sheriff of Piltover to be, Caitlyn Kiraman, was standing right behind you. One eyebrow raised, arms crossed, eyes red and puffy. The scowl on her face contorting her pretty features.
You are about to run in the other direction, knowing that getting sent to jail would not help in your 'save-Piltover-from-the-Hextech-co-creator-genius-by-saving-said-Hextech-co-creator-geniusâ plan when you feel the presence of two people behind you.
âI am not in the mood for games,â Caitlyn said, her voice matching her rigid stance. âIf you are well enough to walk, you are well enough to talk. I can bring you in conscious or not. Your choice.â
âWhy am I being arrested?â You asked, knowing full well that the trail of unconscious enforcers you left behind two days ago wasnât exactly lawful.
She simply nodded to the enforcers behind you. They grabbed your arms unceremoniously and cuffed you, shoving you in the back of an Enforcer van.
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Groaning, you rest your forehead on the table, the cool temperature of the metal helping the headache. You are sitting inside a concrete room, with your hands cuffed to the table. Caitlyn had left you there to stew.
"I'll be back... eventually." She had spat as she closed and locked the door.
With nothing but time to think, you went through your magic runes. With a limited range of motion, you started by drawing them on the dusty table without any intent for them, pushing them out with a tap of your finger.
Move. Tap. A miniscule part of the table seemed to become liquid, like you had thrown a pebble into a calm river, but nothing shifted or moved.
Unlock. Tap. Both of the cuffs and the door behind you clicked open, and you slowly looked between them.
Before you could get up and walk out, the door slammed open with a very puzzled Caitlyn standing just outside. She looked at the door and then you. Shrugging, you turned back to the table, quickly clicking your wrists together to reclose the cuffs.
âWho are you?â She asked, dismissing whatever thought she had previously.
You answer with your name. First and last.
âAdding âidentity theftâ to your crimes isnât going to help you. Who are you?â
Nodding your sighed content. If itâs identity theft, then there is someone with that name. Maybe youâd meet yourself and the dimension would implode. Or they could help you.Â
âI would like to speak with my father, Counsellor Rainemour.â
Cailyn raised an eyebrow at your question, setting the folder down and watching you with hawk eyes.
You opened your mouth to answer but didnât know how to. So, you repeated your name. She groaned and sat down in front of you.
âThere is no Counsellor Rainemour.â She stated,coldly.
âBut the Rainemours are in Piltover, yes?â
âEnough with this! Who are you? The truth! Now!â
And finally the penny dropped. The reason why it was Caitlyn who was questioning you. She had been such a normal face to talk to, to look at, to bounce ideas with, that it didnât dawn on you why she was the one talking to you now. The daughter and soon-to-be head of the Kiraman family. She thought you had something to do with the rocket attack.
âDo you know who Jinx is?â
"No.â you lied.
âDo you have anything to do with the attack on the Council of Piltover?â
âAh⊠Thatâs why itâs you. NoâŠâ
âTrespassing on government grounds, assaulting several officers of the law, entering a governmental space without authorization, and last but not least involvement in the rocket attack that left several of the councilors dead or injured.â
âThen what were you doing in the council room?â
âI was trying to warn the councilors about it.â
âSo you knew about it,â she shot quickly.
âKnowing of a crime and being involved in it are two very different things.â You fired back. âWhy am I being arrested?â
You looked at her and made sure she was looking at you, seeing the frown grow deeper as you raised an eyebrow.
Counselor Rainemour liked to argue. He was a lawyer; his whole life was about arguing. Whether it was about Piltover's government or about the ant's right to the sugar in the house. And you loved to argue back. You not only had the patience but also the stubbornness and willingness to argue with your father. You never won, but you also absorbed anything he gave you. Laws, regulations, how the system workedâyou were a sponge. If for nothing else, to use it in a following discussion.
âFirst, I never intended to trespass. I didn't even know I was trespassing. If you donât know who I am, then I am not in the Piltover's identification system, which means I am not from Piltover. I took a wrong turn.â You leaned back into the chair, the pride and arrogance of a Topsider dripping on every word. You hated to admit this, but sometimes you missed being this person.
âAnd ended up inside our most complex method of transportation?â She shot back.
âIâm a visitor; how do I know what the inside of the most complex method of transportation in Piltover looks like?â
âYou are not a visitor.â She spat and sat down. âIt took you 4 minutes and 45 seconds to go from the top floor of the Gate to the Council room. You took shortcuts and straight lines toward the Academy. You are not a visitor.â
You shrugged at her humorless grin.Â
âCircumstantial, I may just have a very good sense of direction.â She was about to open her mouth, and you raised a finger. "Secondly, the only officer I assaulted was the one at the gate, and technically it could be considered self-defense. I was confused. He was shoving me. I got scared. He was a very intimidating figure.â
Some part of you was proud to be deflecting all of this; the other knew Caitlyn wouldnât just forgive and forget. If you got out with even so much as a fine, she would hunt you down.
âWhat about the other ones?â She gritted her teeth and leaned forward.
âWhat other ones? I didnât touch anybody else. Ask them. For all we know, they tripped and fell.â
âThird: "Forcibly" already indicates that it lacked authorization or consent to do whatever you are accusing me of. However...â Now the big finale. âPage 450 of the Piltoverâs Government Guidelines, City Emergency chapter, 1st paragraph: any citizen of Piltover is allowed unauthorized entrance to the council chamber if the need to inform the council of a threat to the city is urgent and cannot be delayed. This entrance can be done even if the council is in session.â
You took a little pride in remembering this little snippet. Even if the reason you knew it was not because of your father. In fact, you knew it because Viktor had once made a miscalculation on a hextech concept that Jayce was about to present to the council. So he had burst into the room to try and warn their friend mid-session.
Turns out, saving your friend's face from total academic embarrassment is not a threat to the city.
âYou must be really stupid.â At the insult, you narrowed your eyes. "Going on and on with your technicalities, knowing I can use it against you.â
There was one insult that had always made your blood boil. Stupid. You could be called dumb, ditzy, or unintelligent. Anything but stupid. Your Caitlyn knew that; your Caitlyn was the first to punch someone when they did it.
âMy father is a lawyer, Miss Kiraman.â Your face turned cold, your tone hard. The shift was enough to make Caitlynâs eyebrows go up for a millisecond. âHe thrived on technicalities. And you canât use shit from what I just said. You didnât read me my rights. Nothing I said since you stepped foot in the room can or will be used against me. ThisâŠâ You pointed between the two of you. âIs nothing more than two friends catching up. Your grief is clouding your judgment.â
For a second, the tension was as loud as a trumpet, and the silence was as thick as a fog. Caitlyn slammed her hands on the table and leaned into it, getting her face an inch away from yours, only to be stopped by someone shoving the door open.
âWhat are you doing, Miss Kiraman?â An unfamiliar female voice announced from behind you.
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Viktor didnât believe in luck.Â
Because if he did, all his accomplishments could have been derived from it. So he just didnât believe in it much. Sure, maybe finding some coins on the floor was luck, but not much more than that.
Everything he did and does is to make sure nothing is left to luck or chance. Every number on the blackboard, every calculation on his blueprints.
But now, standing in the middle of the destroyed council room, Viktor felt lucky. Extremely lucky.
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We can't be friends
Gojo x Reader Summary: You decided to erase Gojo from your memory.
âWho is Gojo Satoru to you?â Â
You shift uncomfortably in your seat, before giving the doctor a tight-lipped smile. âW-we were together for 6 years.âÂ
Heâs no one important really, just the love of your life.Â
There has been an on-going trend all over the worldâ technology has upgraded enough that you can erase someone entirely out of your memory, as if theyâve never existed. If they do, it wasnât like how you knew them.Â
You werenât sure what dragged you in this clinic with all of the most important things that remind you of him. Maybe it was the way he ignored you like the plague, the way the familiarity in his eyes disappeared just earlier last week when he spoke to you so freely like youâve never been together. It was clear that he got his memory of you erased after that incident. You were just another colleague. Perhaps, the pain in your heart is too much to handle.Â
You donât remember the way to the clinic that much. It was a surprise you even got there in one piece considering you were sobbing the whole way there. So even if you arenât entirely sure whether youâre ready to let go of Satoru, you signed the consent form anyway.Â
If heâs got you erased completely from your life, then whatâs the point of living in hell remembering him? You didnât want to mourn for someone alive and well.Â
You never really understood why he left because everything was just working out between the two of you. Satoru provided you with no explanation and packed up his things to leave you behind to your own devices. You almost wanted to back out when you started reminiscing vividly of everything you once shared with him.Â
You remembered falling in love with him, how it feels like the first day of spring, how his kisses taste like daylight. How he squeezes your hand three times before you part ways for a mission. How he holds you like youâre the only thing that matters in his world. How it was always you and him against the world, him making you laugh while you tended to his wounds. He would tell you that everything would be okay because he has you and only you.Â
The bad outweighed the good that you had forgotten that loving him and being loved with him is something that you never wanted to forget, even if your relationship with him crashed and burned. You donât want him to be a stranger you canât recognize anymore.
But it had already been done and everything faded into nothingness as you try to grasp with whatever you have left of him.
-.-Â
You have been working with Gojo for quite some time now, maybe about six years. But youâve never directly initiated conversations with him outside work. Heâs the only one you donât know much about in Jujutsu High. Today is no different as youâre waiting with him in the clinic for your mutual friend Shoko.Â
âThatâs a beautiful necklace you have there.â He acknowledges you for the first time since you got there. Even if youâre just a few meters away, he doesnât talk to you. You find that a little bit weird because everyone tells you that heâs obnoxious and loud. Somehow with you, heâs always quiet.Â
You didnât remember much of how you got the necklace. You figured that the reason why Gojoâs asking about it is because it matches the color of his eyes. There was a hazy memory thoughâ you were crying, telling a doctor to âlet me keep it, please. Just this one.â but you didnât think much of it. Maybe it was all a dream.Â
You responded with a laugh before toying with the pendant of the necklace. âYeah, It was a gift to me.âÂ
âOh?â He looked at you through his glasses, his intense gaze making you feel a little nervous. âMind telling me who?âÂ
âI forgot.â You replied, slowly relaxing in your seat while looking around at Shokoâs clinic. He nodded at you, a small smile adorning his lips and he didnât say anything more.Â
You missed the way his eyes linger on you for a moment before putting back his blindfold on or the apologetic look that Shoko gave him before he leaves.Â
âSo, whoâs Gojo Satoru to you?âÂ
âHeâs the strongest of course.âÂ
But to him, youâre still his everythingâbecause he didnât really remove you from his memory. Maybe if he was braver, youâd remember him.Â
a/ n: part 2? :0
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Very, very fresh bison calf.
Months and months ago I promised y'all photos of the bison birth I was lucky enough to observe at the Cleveland Zoo last spring. As requested, they'll be under a cut, because unlike this lovely photo from the zoo announcement post, my photos are... goopy.
His name is Tighee, a name which the zoo said is "the name of a Shoshone chief."
We walked up just as things started to get going, and the story is below the cut...
This is Blue, a female bison who arrived at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo in fall of 2022 already pregnant. When we got to the habitat, there were a ton of people gathered around, and it wasn't quite clear what was going on.
Then we noticed her full udder and the extra pair of feet.
She was dead-center in the (pretty large) habitat, which was nice - though there was a crowd, she had some good distance from everyone for most of it. The calf came pretty quickly, all things considered (something especially helpful when you're holding a heavy camera up on full manual zoom without a tripod). Because she was at a distance, my friend and I spent a bunch of time showing people near us photos on my camera screen so they could get a good view.
I was honestly really surprised at the number of people who asked why the zoo staff weren't in there with her, helping her give birth. So we explained to folk that zoo staff don't normally go in with bison on a normal day because they're so big and dangerous, and that during a birth (a time of potential stress for the whole herd, the rest of whom were off to the side of that habitat) it would be especially risky to do so. But you could see people in the zoo's uniform colors clustered around the fence, keeping a close eye on her.
And then there was a calf! For folk who haven't seen what a whole amniotic sac looks like, I'm including the next couple photos.
This one is still mid-birth, as you can see. The hooves come out first, with the calf's head laying parallel to them.
Blue immediately moves to break the amniotic sac and clear the calf's airways of mucus. Om nom nom.
We have open eyes and an awake baby! The amniotic sac is full of fluid that helps protect the baby while it's in the uterus, which means once it's broken, the baby is goopy. One of mom's first jobs is to lick all of it away to dry the calf off.
A first attempt at using legs!
Nope, being born was too hard and legs don't work yet. Time to rest and recover from the effort of thinking about standing up.
The first inquisitive member of the herd, another young female, comes to check out the newest addition.
More attempts at legs! Getting better but still not coordinated enough yet.
They're starting to help the baby stand up. In a non-captive setting it would be important for him to be able to walk pretty quickly after being born, and he has to stand up to be able to nurse!
Everyone comes to check him out, now.
We have legs! They work! He hadn't quite figured out where to nurse from yet, though.
And that's your bison birth for the day!
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( OO1 ) â
unwarranted assumptions , sukuna ryomen
featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader
warnings. cursing, college! au, sukuna and yuuji are twin brothers here lol, sukuna might be a lil ooc here (he's in love, he just doesn't know it pls spare him omg). // wc: 3.5k
ENTRY ( OO1 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE
"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" "you want to kill everyone who gets near them." "oh, shit."
tag: @rrairey milov, ily for participating in this mwah mwah, @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1 , @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit
sukuna and yuuji were quite the opposite. the only thing they share is their looks, and their love for basketball. that's about it. on one hand, we have itadori yuujiâthe younger twinâ who has a passion for basketball, is the campus' sunshine, and is always friendly to practically everyone.
on the other hand, we have sukuna ryomenâthe older twin, just by twelve minutesâ who also has a passion for basketball, is "considered" as one of the campus' scariest person, and is never friendly to everyone.
the two however, stuck to each other like glue. walking around campus with one another, like two peas in a pod, they did everything together. it's no longer an odd sight to see them both together â it is pretty weird if one is here, and the other is there.
despite their contrasts in personalities, the two were popular. being star athletes, constantly winning trophies for the campus, and climbing up in fame. hell, even people from different campus would drop by just to meet the two at times, it's funny.
"hey, great job on the match, yuuji."
then there was you. a friend of yuuji â the two of you met during the first semester, and have been good friends since then. however, you never really talked to sukuna. the only thing you both have exchanged were short greetings, and eye-contacts.
you had a cinch that the older twin doesn't particularly like you; but that was just your assumption. you didn't know the truth. this sole assumption was the only thing that made you cease contact with the male. in all honesty, you find him rather . . . well, intimidating. the aura he sets off was just, unsettling. so you just assumed that sukuna doesn't like you.
sukuna finds you rather, amusing. how you would only congratulate his younger brother, and not him as well despite him being next to his brother. how you would throw your gaze away the moment your eyes met his. how you would bow your head down a bit whenever you both exchanged greetings. he didn't understand why you were so intent on doing all that stuff, and so he assumed that you weren't fond of him.
the male wanted to question it, but really â it would be weird for him, and for you. so he never actually done it.
see? assumptions are such fucking party-poopers. i mean, if only the two of you had come to both of your senses and just talked instead of assuming things about one another, where you think sukuna hates you, and sukuna thinks you hated him.
"why do they do that?" sukuna finds himself asking his brother, yuuji. elbow nudging yuuji's arm lightly.
"i need names." yuuji replied back before averting his gaze to the side, watching his twin brother staring at somethingâ or someone intently. yuuji looks over to what sukuna was so focused on, smirking lightly when he saw you in his own vision, "are y'talking about y/n?"
sukuna lightly grunted, leaning back onto the chair rest. his eyes finally ripping away from you, who was currently throwing laughs and giggles amongst your friend group.
"yeah, them. why'd they do that?" sukuna parrots.
"do what, exactly?" yuuji retorts back, leaning his cheek onto the palm of his hand, sighing out in triumph; trying to figure out where this conversation will go.
"avoid me, but not you." yuuji pops a small smile, lightly elbowing his brother's side, "what?"
"do y'like them?"
like? sukuna didn't like you. he just finds your attitude towards him amusing, and . . . maybe you confuse him a bit at the difference on how you treat yuuji and him. but sukuna would never say that to his brother, he'd never hear the end of it, he just knows it.
"like? psh, you've gotta be kidding me. i was just fucking curious about their behavior, you brat." he pushed yuuji away lightly before burying his face into his arms, heaving out a loud sigh.
yuuji chuckles, "brat? you're only twelve minutes older than i am," he sings out in a teasing manner.
sukuna swore he just finds you amusing. at first.
so why does it pisses him off that you ran to his brother's side after a match and handed him a bottle of energy drink, and not him. murmuring out strings of curses, he felt like an absolute buffoon, standing beside yuuji â drenched in sweat, using the hem of his jersey to wipe the dribbling sweat.
while yuuji had all the glory. getting a small cute, teddy bear motive handkerchief from you, an energy drink, and a congratu-fucking-lations.
"yeah â that buzzer beater was totally amazing, yuuji. congrats on winning again! not that i've ever doubt you or the rest," you complimented, and hearing 'the rest' coming out of your mouth, for some reason; pisses sukuna off even more.
the older twin swerved his shoes on the court's floor, letting his soles let out a screech as it rubbed against the shiny surface of the floor. earning both yours and yuuji's attention.
"y'alright?" yuuji asks, popping open the bottle cap of the energy drink from you. and the sight made sukuna ball his fists in annoyance â god, he didn't even know why he was feeling like such.
"yeah. 'm gonna head to change," sukuna mutters out, hesitantly turning away to leave.
and the moment he turns his body away, sukuna could hear the vivid voices of both you and yuuji exchanging goodbyes. and before he knew it, yuuji was walking alongside him, "are you really okay? you look like you need to let out a fuse."
sukuna answered with a soft hum, his eyes narrowing as he continued on walking to the locker room. still angry, frustrated, and annoyed all at once.
"y/n told me to tell you congrats, by the way."
sukuna peered over the locker's door and arched a brow, "why couldn't they tell me that themselves, hm?" yuuji chuckles, finding his brother's behavior funny; because when else was yuuji going to see sukuna act like this?
like a love struck puppy, who doesn't know they're in love.
"who knows?" yuuji shrugs, grabbing the hem of his jersey and ripping it off his body â breathing out loudly, using the handkerchief you gave him to dab the sweat on his face.
sukuna eyed his brother, squinting his eyes lightly before doing the same action, minus the handkerchief. while he was doing so, a thought passed his mind.
"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" yuuji instantly knew who the person sukuna was talking about, but prompted to say nothing about it and just play along.
yuuji pretended to give the question a deep thought before eventually answering, "you want to kill everyone who gets near them."
sukuna stared at his brother for a short while, muttering out a subtle, "oh, shit."
the reaction was enough for yuuji to made his own conclusion, "you like y/n don't you? which explains why you're in such a shitty mood, since they only paid attention to meâ"
"okay, shut the fuck up." sukuna blurted out, "so what if i fucking do, huh? it's not like they'd like me back anyways."
sukuna shuts the locker, the loud bang resounding in the almost empty locker room. yuuji broke out into a loud laugh, "there y'go, making assumptions here and there, it's not like you both have ever talked in a normal conversation before anyways. how do you know they don't like you?"
good point.
"what are you going to do without me?" yuuji sighs out exasperatedly, the younger twin approached his brother, sliding the partly (sweat) damp handkerchief into sukuna's grasp, "return this to them for me, and who knows â maybe you'll be able to make a more positive assumption or two after."
sukuna wondered why he was standing in front of you, his hand shoved out, in between his index finger and middle finger was the same handkerchief yuuji had told him to give back to you.
"the brat wants me to give this back to you." he grunted out, his voice deep and unfriendly.
you stood in front of him, blinking rapidly; not knowing of what to say, should you start off with a greeting? or just tell him thank you? or maybe congratulate him for the match?
and so you decided to do all three, in a random order.
"thank you for your win, congratulations, hi." oh, god. the moment he stared at you in plain confusion â or maybe despise, you just wanted to crawl under the ground and die right there and then.
". . . thanks." he slowly murmurs back, waiting for you to grab your small fabric from his fingers, but you never did, "are you gonna take this or what?"
sukuna wanted to punch himself on the face after you flinched at the tone of his voice, your fingers frantically ripping away the fabric from his touch, mumbling out apologies. he didn't mean for his voice to come out that harsh.
the male wasted no more time in turning his heels to walk away, noticing your tense form; instead of a more positive assumption, his assumption worsened from you hating him, to you hating and being scared of him.
". . . bye." he mutters out, walking away with long strides to go find yuuji.
and when he did, sukuna just wanted to use his younger brother as a punching bag. hell, he didn't know why he was so angry at yuuji, and himself. heavy on himself, though.
"woah, what's up with you?" yuuji pushes his brother away lightly, "how did it go? did you guys like . . . at least exchanged phone numbers or not?"
sukuna shook his head, "think they're scared of me." he mutters out, throwing his head back, stressed out.
"is that your assumption again?" sukuna didn't answer him, which confirmed the question. the younger one heaves out a loud sigh that attracted an odd lookâmore like a glareâfrom sukuna.
"i wan' to sock your face in so bad," he mutters out condescendingly, eyes boring into yuuji's face; which in a way intimidated the younger twin, of course.
with a nervous smile, yuuji raises both of his hands up in defense, "chill, 'm gonna give you their phone number, maybe y'should ask them out or something."
see, the thing is that sukuna hated textingâ in a way, it's like leaving footprints everywhere. he hated all that stuff. call him old fashioned, but you know he has a pretty good point. so he refused blatantly, "no, jus' leave it to me, i'll think of something."
the gods are on his side.
"i guess, we're partners?" you asked him meekly, slipping into yuuji's empty seat since the younger one was away with his assigned partner on the other side of the lecture hall.
sukuna hums, not knowing what else to say. his eyes followed your figure as you dropped a binder on top of the table, thoughâ one thing particularly caught his eyes. the strip of photo that was tucked beneath the binder's transparent cover, he recognized you, your two other friends, and yuuji.
why the hell was his brother there? the male had one of his eyes closed, and a toothy grin; showing off his pearly whites while his fingers are formed into a peace sign. his cheek leaning onto the side of your head.
indubitably silenced, you averted your gaze to his face slightly. seeing that his attention was on your binder, you awkwardly shifted the book awayâ and sukuna came into his senses, now looking onto the surface of the table.
"uh . . . should we get started then?" you proposed, and he gave out a subtle nod.
the passing half an hour was just plain awkward. awkward is an understatement, you wanted to just walk out on himâ but that would be rude. plus, he's actually doing his share of work, and you did yours. only conversing when you both needed opinions on each other's results.
"so," sukuna started, breaking the silence that seemed like had been going on for like . . . forever.
"you like my brother?"
you slowly tilted your head to look at him, blinking your eyes feverishly, "whatâ? god, no. what? where did that even come from?" sukuna felt the knot in his stomach unknot, a little relieved to hear your answer.
"just askin', since you're both so close." he shrugs, not even sparing you a glance.
"you're assuming." you found yourself chuckling, "jus' because we're close, doesn't mean i like yuujiâ i think of him more of a . . . brother figure," you informed sukuna.
"oh." he resounds, "since we're twins, y'think of me as a brother too or is that exclusive for my twin?" sukuna questions, his tone laced with mischief.
rolling your eyes, you answered him in the same joking manner, "exclusive for your twin, not like we ever talked before, y'know?" oh. right, that did shut sukuna up, his silence killing the conversation almost immediately.
his silence domineered over you. it was like he was planning to do something to you right this very moment, until your lecturer calls out that the session was finished (and how the project should be submitted next week during his session).
saved by the lecturer.
"uh . . . well, should we continue this next time then?" you asked him, packing your stationary.
"yeah, sure."
" . . . if you don't mind, can i have your number? for project purposes," jackpot. sukuna took the chance and nodded, using his pen to swiftly write his digits on your binder, "thanks, i'll text you later. bye, sukuna."
once you left his sight, yuuji pops in. grinning efficiently, "i saw that, this must be fate, i can just feel it."
"you believe in that shit? we're just gonna talk about the project." sukuna retorts back, packing his own belongings before swinging his bag strap over his shoulder.
"oh come on, you're smiling. at least your body's honest," yuuji teases, earning an up right smack to the back of his head, "if they ask where you should do the project â say our house."
absolutely not. sukuna thought.
yet here you were, sitting on the floor of his room, scribbling away on a piece of paper as he sat across from you â glancing up from his own paper from time to time, taking a swift look at your focused face before returning to his own.
sukuna couldn't focus at all. he wanted to, really. but he was alone with you in his room, this was a chance for him; to get to know you. he had so much to say, but he didn't know where to start.
yuuji, earlier in the day had even gone out to give him a list of questions to ask you so you both could have a better relationship. sukuna didn't think it was needed, since well, it is sukuna. why would he need a list for?
on the other side, you too, were dying to say something. but the permanent scowl on sukuna's face made you falter even before you could take a whiff of him.
a knock to sukuna's door was all it took for the both of you to stop scribbling, finally taking a good look of each other. and the door swung open, revealing yuuji with a white shirt and a yellow jacket on, he was holding a plate of what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies, "soâ how's your project holding up?"
sukuna shrugs, "i guess, it's fine."
yuuji slid the plate on top of the wooden table, grinning lightly, "you guys getting along just fine?" he questions, squatting down.
you nodded, "we're okay."
okay? okay??? well, in a way you and sukuna are both fine. but sukuna didn't feel fine, "guess so."
the dopey smile you had on the moment yuuji entered his room made sukuna think that you didn't feel comfortable enough to be in the same room as he is, alone. and honestly, just the thought of it made his stomach churn in agony â because, why must it be his own brother that he's jealous of?
"well, i gotta go. dig in the cookies, g'luck on the project you guys," yuuji smacked sukuna's back harshly before trotting away to leave the room, mutely shutting the door.
you grabbed a piece of cookie, taking a crunchy bite out of it. marveling in delight.
"are you scared of me?"
sukuna needed to stop with the sudden questions that made your heart leap at least three miles away. widening your eyes a bit, you arched both of your brows, "wha . . . t?"
you stopped chewing altogether, eyeing the male across from you like he's crazy. i mean â if you were to be honest, you were partially intimidated by him and the aura he's giving out.
"i asked if you're scared of me," sukuna repeats, laying his pen down onto the table as he intertwined his fingers together, waiting for an answer.
you nodded, "truthfully, you're intimidating."
oh.
sukuna expected that answer, but why did it actually made his heart throb? as in â the person he likes is actually scared of him, and it broke a little part of him. however, he still has a scowl on his face and his expression unchanged.
"you have this big scowl every time i go around yuuji, and it intimidates me. so i just assumed that you hated me," sukuna blinked, brows furrowing slowly; the creases in between his brows deepening by the passing second.
"what? i assumed that you hated me." he replied, emphasizing on the 'me'. and this time you furrowed your brows, swallowing the bite of cookie you took before and wiping the crumbs off the corner of your lips in confusion.
"what? no, i don't. what? why would you even assume that?" you questioned him, now dropping your own pen onto the table, completely disregarding the project.
"why would i not? y'keep avoiding me like i'm a bad person, so i just assumed that you hated me." sukuna replies.
"i thought you hated me, because you look like you want to kill me every single time, so i just never talked to you, it was pretty scary." you retorted back, shaking your head, the cookie was now a decoration in between your fingers.
sukuna can't help but to chuckle, "so it was jus' our shitty assumptions?"
you hummed, "i guess so."
to say the least, sukuna felt like he was breathing again. yuuji was definitely right about all these assumption things â and he kept in mind that he'd praise the younger twin later (maybe). the sight of you eating a cookie in front of him made him feel a little overwhelmed, now that he got all the hard part done. he felt like he could talk with you now.
"then . . . can i get to know ya'?"
you narrowed your eyes at him, "really? no strings attached?" he raised both of his hands up in defense, shaking his head lightly, "why do you look like you want to kill me every single time then? are you plotting my murder? is this a trick?"
your questions made him pop out a light smirk, "so what if i am, huh?" he teased.
rolling your eyes, you shoved a hand out to him, "since we didn't start off in the right path, why don't we start over? i feel like this is the only appropriate way."
sukuna raised his hand up to engulf yours in his, feeling a light tingle in his chest as you squeezed his hand lightly, "i'm y/n l/n, just call me y/n. cool?"
the male scoffs, "cool. sukuna ryomen, it's only fair if you get to call me by my first name too, so . . . call me ryomen."
"ryo for short. that's your name now," sukuna arched a brow with an amused smile, nodding his head. internally doing a victory dance in his mind as he just got a nickname from you â and yuuji is just 'yuuji'.
a win for him today.
"you're a little smiley today, did something happen between y/n and you earlier?" yuuji asks, pressing the pause button on his controller to face his brother who was laying down on the couch, the corner of his lips tugged upwards.
"i'm ryo now."
"ryo as in ryomen? i mean â that's your name, so? what are you implying?" sukuna stared at yuuji with a lighthearted smile. yuuji is somehow smart to catch up with these kind of things that it sometimes baffles sukuna, "oh, i get it. so, now you both are on first name basis?"
not even first name basis. this is a nickname that they gave me. sukuna sings in his mind, breathing out in content.
"it's a nickname. they gave it to me," yuuji cooed loudly, tossing his controller aside, "y'know . . . i was assuming they didn't like me, and they assumed it was the other way. they assumed i hated them because apparently i looked like i wanted to kill them?"
yuuji pointed his finger accusingly, "see? i was right!"
sukuna rolled his eyes, "that's the first time y'have ever been right, don't get ahead of yourself."
"so â when are you planning to confess to them, hm?"
a light kick to yuuji's side was enough to send him toppling over the couch, whining out in pain, "we just became friends, and y'think i should confess? that can wait," sukuna mumbles out.
sukuna was just delighted that his assumptions were unwarranted.
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all yours, all mine [c.l.c]
pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Wife!Reader wc: 1.3k cw: again, slight yandere/possesive tendencies, allusion to abuse an: guys i am feeling uninspired lately,,,, needed to pull everything in me for this one. sigh. its 2 in the morning what am i doing with my life i need to sleep not be up to this bs GODDDDDDD strike me down.
Charles knew you werenât truly his wife.
He himself had shot his bride to be, too loud and too lecherous to realize how sheâd met her end, bragging about killing him for his money in his club.
He thought thatâd be the last of it, that their family wouldnât be brave enough to show face again.
Yet, they became audacious, sending him a woman, a woman who was nothing like the bride he had seen.Â
Hell, you didnât even look the same as the other.
There was no way their family didnât know by now that he was the one who killed their only daughter, yet he could only imagine this was their attempt at faking normalcy because heâd never seen his bride before, right?
He laughed, in all honesty.Â
He couldâve played along, see what wouldâve happened, and have been done with you by dinner if he wanted to. But part of him wanted you to show your true colors, to be able to kill the venomous woman hiding behind the veil.
That day never came though.
He was too baffled by the sight of you clinging to their sides, eyes down as you could barely keep up in the shoes slightly too big to be yours.
He pretended not to notice.Â
At dinner he questioned you, much to your visible discomfort. He could see the glances you gave the other members of your supposed family, meekly responding back as they glared sharply at your head, only smiling when they noticed his stares. It didnât take long for him to connect two and two.
It was there and then heâd made the awfully irrational decision to go forward with the marriage. He wanted to pull you out of your shell, see who you really were under the supposed mask you had on in front of everyone.
Your marriage was a grand affair, bosses from all around the globe visiting just to see the ceremony. He had refused to give in to their demands for a smaller wedding, going all out just for you.
And true to his word, he treated you with more respect than heâd ever cared to show anyone else. For him, hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks as he tried to pull you out of your shell.
It was a while before he got the first laugh out of you. He felt like heâd won everything when you gave him small smiles. He did everything to get them out of you. Showering you in lavish gifts, surprising you with expensive dates, it made him feel like he was finally doing something right.Â
Seeing your full smile was what truly made it worth it, easing the pain of your time with your former family, if he could even call them that.Â
Heâd made sure to cut all contact with them, and he knew you were contacting them against his wishes, so he took it into his own hands to make sure they couldnât bother you for a single cent again. He plotted behind your back and as sorry as he felt for lying to you, he paid for his guilt in consuming you with his neediness, wrapping you tightly from your waking moments almost as if youâd disappear forever if you left his field of vision.
You didnât question it, but you couldnât lie and say it didnât startle you a bit.
He hummed as you gently ran your fingers through his hair, pit forming in your stomach as you heard him mutter in Italian on the phone, pen scratching against the paper of his notepad.
You heard the bare sentences of his conversation, too fast for you to understand, but you thought you had a good idea of what he was planning.
âDovremo metterli a tacere (We'll have to silence them)-â
A couple heartbeats passed as he listened, your heart clenching almost painfully as you held the cuff of his suit jacket between your thumb and index finger. Maybe he had figured it out, maybe he was already plotting ways to dispose of you for tricking him in such a grievous manner. You hadnât heard from the family in weeks, and it made you anxious.
âNon sono d'accordo? Bene, uccideteli (they wonât agree? fine, kill them).â
For a moment there, you didnât see your husband, but the Devil of Monte Carlo.
He didnât say anything, and you couldnât bring yourself to, letting your hand slip away from his crown.
âY/n? What happened?â He frowned, hand rubbing against the small of your back.
You couldnât bring yourself to say it, words lying on the tip of your tongue as he cocked his head at you.
âItâs nothing.â You moved your hands away from his neck, balling into little fists in your lap.
âItâs not nothing,â He pressed, staring you down firmly despite the gentle tone of his voice. He knew you, almost too well.
âI⊠i donât know how to tell you. Youâre going to hate me if I do.â Your voice warbled out as he kissed you on the neck, too light and breezy to mean anything serious.
âTry me. Youâd be surprised at how well I take things, and I'm not unreasonable.â Another kiss, leading up the column of your neck as you squealed at the feeling of his warm lips on cooled skin.
âWell, uh, i-â He bit down lightly, earning a soft smack from you in the back of the head, â-Char, what are you doing?â
âTrying to cheer you up.â He said, kissing on the spot heâd bit with an incomparable amount of gentleness.
âI just have something to tell you and i-â
âIs it important in any way that actively harms our lives?â He butt in, giving you a curious look.
âNo, but-â
âThen I don't care.â He shrugged, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You didnât even know you couldâve gotten that loud, when you finally spit it out.
âIâm not your real wife, Char. I never was.â
He didnât say anything, humming against the crown of your head as his hand snuck up your back and held you closer to him.
âChar, please.â
âI knew that, this isnât new news.â
You held on, mouth gaping slightly.
âYou⊠you knew this whole time, and you-â
âI deliberately didnât tell you.â He scoffed, pulling your chin down to look at him. âI knew youâd run back to that so-called family that I did if I had told you. You barely trusted me, and it was their fault. So thatâs why I'm going to make sure all of them take a nice long vacation.â
You couldnât really feel the abject horror anymore, melting into sheer relief as you finally looked at him once more.
There was something about the way he looked at you, tantalizing and hypnotized almost.
âBut, arenât you mad about meâŠ?â
âOh I was, I was furious.â
His lips ghosted over yours, the hint of a smile somewhere there.
âBut they ended up giving me something all the more precious, something I couldn't replace. You know what that is, mon amour?â
You didnât even have to say it, as he kissed you, lips smooth against your slightly chapped ones. The expensive perfume grew stronger, closer and closer to you as the space between you closed.
âIâve done some unspeakable things.â He panted quietly against your lips, landing another soft kiss on the other corner. âBut nothing as unspeakable as killing your so-called âfamilyâ this late in the game. Some part of me wishes i had done it earlier to spare you that grief.â
You didnât respond but he continued nonetheless, hands wrapped around your waist to bring you closer to him .âRemember that you're mine and I'm all yours. I would do anything for you.â
And the worst part is, somewhere deep down, you knew it to be true. He was always yours, and you were always his. He'd made sure of it, and you weren't entirely complaining.
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it's (always) you
danielle marsh x fem!reader ; fluff, angst
synopsis: everyone has a set date and time tattooed onto them indicating their date of death. itâs your time soon, so you move out away from the city and end up in a small town and meet a very special girl.
warnings: slowburn, pining, angst ; mentions of death ; making out! making out w mo dani⊠; reader has trauma (parents dead or wtv) ; anything else not mentioned ; literally not proofread itâs joeverâŠ
a/n: hi mo dani enjoyers i hope u all enjoy i lowk (highk) put a lot of effort into this embrassingly enough so um Yeah pls lmk how u like it ^_^
everyone has a predetermined time and date for their death. whether itâs a natural end or something peculiar, thereâs no avoiding it.Â
this inevitability applies to everyone. no one can escape this fateânot your friends, parents, and not you. there are no exceptions, no miracles; no one can escape death unless theyâre something more than a human.Â
as far as you know, youâre very much mortal. thereâs a mark on your upper rib that has the date of your destined death in dark ink.
one thing you can escape is your misery, you're not going to spend the last few months of your life cooped up in a cramped, single bedroom apartment. the time you have left is short, so you might as well make the most of it.
before your parents passed two years ago, they entrusted you with a key to a safe, urging you to open it when the time felt right. they died on the same day, figured that going for a swim on their beach trip with you would be a wonderful idea, espeically on their death day. they often joked that they were soulmates, destined to be together. this belief was cemented not only by the matching date tattoos they had, but also by their coincidental placementsâyour father's mark below his left ear and your mother's below her right. their love and fate were intertwined in a way that seemed almost too perfect to be real.
you wonder if thereâs some other universe where youâre all still together, you often wonder about that.
the safe they had given you is in the depths of your storage closet, you had shoved it there when you first moved in and havenât touched it since â not until now.
itâs placed on your coffee table, youâre sitting on the floor and staring at the key biting the inside of your lip. when the time is right. the words ring in your head and you think, is this it? how do you know?
you donât have time to wonder if this is the right time, either way, the safe will have to be opened sooner or later. you have exactly seven months, you canât risk it. besides, youâve already decided that youâre selling everything you own in your small, claustrophobic apartment and leaving for good â at least until itâs your time.Â
you push the key into the slot, turning it to the right and hearing two clicks before the door unlocks. you move your hand over to the little door handle and hesitate for a moment, swallowing shallowly before you open.Â
inside, thereâs a small shoebox, a little book, and a debit card being held to a note with an old rubber band. itâs a little dusty inside, making you cough when you pull out each item and examine them all closely.
the shoebox is the first thing you reach for. brushing off the dust, you notice the little adidas logo before carefully opening it. your hand flies to your mouth in shock at what you see inside. itâs filled with cashâstacks of bills neatly arranged. you estimate thereâs enough to cover your rent for three or four months at least. you can't believe your eyes, staring at the sight longer to ensure it isnât a dream.
grabbing a stack, you measure its thickness against your finger, finding it to be about half its length. as you flip through, you discover each bill is a twenty. from the color and what you can glimpse in the rest of the box, you notice some stacks start with fifties, more twenties, and youâre almost certain thereâs one topped with a hundred. the sheer amount leaves you awestruck, the reality of it sinking in as you carefully examine each stack.
the next item is the little book, you open it to find things worth more than all of the money in the shoe box.Â
there are pictures of you as a child, of your parents before you were born, and of the three of you together. as you flip through each page, the photos become more recent. by the time you reach the end, you realize itâs a chronological timeline capturing every moment they could. each image, a fragment of your shared history, leaves you feeling both nostalgic and overwhelmed. a tear slides down your cheek and you donât even realize it.
the last item is the debit card, you look at it, grazing the material and looking at the slight dust on your fingers after.Â
you open the letter, looking closely and reading whatâs written:
debit card value: 15000.
y/n, we miss you as much as you do, really.Â
we hope this finds you well, and that you have time left.
do what you will with the money, and donât spend too much time sulking looking at the pictures.
be happy and donât miss out on anything. make friends, experience more, meet people, maybe even find your own little soulmate. ha.
we love you always, donât forget it. spend your time wisely, and live life to the fullest â donât waste out on anything!Â
â lots of love, always, mom and dad.
you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. the ache in your chest is bittersweet, but mainly bitter.Â
when you finish reading, a few drops of water stain the paper in your handâtears you hadnât realized had fallen. now you find yourself sniffling, holding this piece of love from your parents.
 you pinch your eyes shut, wiping away the tears, but the crying only intensifies. itâs overwhelming â all of it. the countless hours spent staring at the ceiling, missing the two people who raised you, trying to hold yourself together until you had time to grieve. and now, holding this letter, it feels like a fresh wound.
â
you have no clue where youâre headed.Â
it took you two hours to stop crying and finally pull out your laptop. before opening the safe, your plan was to find an escape from the city. through squinted eyes, sniffles, and a pile of tissues, you managed to load the website for train and bus tickets. there were various options; one of them was to take a plane to somewhere completely foreign and figure things out there. however, the price was steep, and despite everything, you realized you still had a fondness for your area; a piece of your parents was practically anywhere if you stayed, and you canât imagine leaving.
so now youâre on a train staring out the window as it departs, watching the buildings in the distance fade into trees and natural sights.
you bought the train and bus tickets because they were cheap and led to the water, ironically enough considering how your parents died. you always loved the beach, and your parents did too, maybe the beach loved them too much. besides the worst incident on the beach, many happy memories often had the beach lingering close, and it had always been a little dream of yours to just laze around someplace nearby it. after the chaos of the city that had surrounded you most of your life, you craved something quiet, mundane, and rural. a serene escape to the beach seemed like the perfect place for your final moments.Â
besides, you might as well follow in your parentsâ footsteps.
you had fallen asleep on the train, exhausted from the emotional whirlwind. a gentle tap on your shoulder stirred you awake, and you slowly opened your eyes to see an elderly lady gazing at you with concern.Â
her kind eyes and soft expression immediately made you feel a bit more at ease. âare you okay?â she asks, voice slightly raspy.
âh-huh? hi, sorry, yeah.â
âyouâre not dying today, are you?â she questions worriedly, but looks pretty unbothered despite her inquiry. âat least you didnât pass sleeping on the train.â
âno, no.â you blink hard, waving your hand in the air as you dismiss her and simultaneously wake up from your four-hour nap. âi have umâ a while before that.â
âgood, good.â she says, then waves at you. âbetter get off quick honey, you wouldnât want to miss your bus, would you? wherever youâre headedâŠâ
âah, no.â
âthe busses in this area take longer since itâs not the city, you better hurry!â
âright, yes. thank you miss.â you nod at her, getting up and putting on your backpack, then grabbing your suitcase. you walk down the aisle, following behind her and getting off.
you check your ticket crumpled up in your pocket, looking at it closely and looking around for the stations. you pass by a small cafe and convenience store as you rush down the corridor, desperately looking for the sign that shows bus â11.â
ten minutes pass, your eyes finally find the sign, and five people are getting on to the bus as you catch sight of it. you run as fast as you can, picking up your suitcase during your rush and manage to get to the bus just as the doors had closed.Â
you knock on the windows of the doors, the bus driver looks at you, raising his brows and sighing as he presses a button. in no time, the doors fold inwards and you hop on, breathless.
âthank you so much,â you say in between breaths, âiâm sorry.â
he nods, then looks at you expectedly, holding his hand out. âticket?â
âoh, yes.â you open your fist, giving him the slightly crumpled paper you had in your hand as you ran towards the vehicle. you look at him apologetically, muttering a small, âsorry.âÂ
the bus driver tilts his head, motioning for you to just get on and find a seat. coincidentally, you make eye contact with the lady from before, sighing in relief and sitting next to her after seeing her pat down the empty space.
âi suppose weâre headed the same way.â
âyeah, what a coincidence.â you breath out, smiling at her. you havenât smiled in a while, it feels good to do it, and it feels even better when she pats your shoulder and smiles back.
â
an hour later, the bus comes to a stop, and the old lady taps on your knee while youâre ten seconds away from falling asleep.Â
âthis is where i get off dear.â
âah, umââ you still have no idea where youâre going â the only think you know is that this bus allegedly leads to the beach, somewhere close at least. something about the lady and seeing her again urges you to follow her, it just feels right. maybe sheâll lead you where you need to go. â--this is my stop too.â
âah, i see.â
âdo you need help with your bags?â
âiâm quite alright dear, thank you.â she says, grabbing her big purse and scooting out after you had done so.Â
you follow her out the bus, then admire the scenery around you.Â
itâs three in the afternoon and the sun is shining all over, warming your face up. youâre in a small town, thereâs the same shops and whatnot that youâd find in the city, but itâs smaller, much more home like, and in the distance you can see bright trees, bushes, and a small trail leading out. your mouth is agape just slightly as you observe and admire; itâs beautiful wherever you are.
âbeautiful, right?â the lady is still there, you hadnât noticed. âyour first time here?â
âyeah.â you mumble, turning back to look down at her.Â
she smiles warmly and asks, âare you hungry?â you pause, opening your mouth to respond, but no words come out. sensing your hesitation, she smiles again, brushing it off. âyou must be tired too. come, iâll cook you something.â
before you can answer, sheâs already heading off, dragging her suitcase in a different direction. with nothing else to do and no plan â you follow her.Â
as you walk, you pass various buildings, from quaint shops and cozy cafes to cute bookstores and a post office where elderly men play chess out front. the sight makes you smile without realizing it, a sense of comfort and fondness settling over you for this new place you've found.
itâll be alright. you think, looking down at the back of your phonecase to see a small picture of you and your parents through the clear material.
â
she leads you to a restaurant down the road, it takes less than ten minutes to get there and only one turn after walking down the same sidewalk.
there are two small wooden tables outside, each with two matching chairs. behind the seating area, a large glass window offers a clear view inside. the window, though slightly worn, proudly displays a sign that reads "leeâs kitchen." through the glass, you can see more seating inside and a front desk.Â
everything about this place exudes comfort, from the trees, vines, and bushes that surround it to the cat sleeping peacefully beside a flower pot. the greenery wraps around the building and is highlighted by the sunâs glow, adding to its charm. the calico cat, nestled in a cozy spot, seems to embody the tranquility of the area. you love it already.
she leads you in, a bell ringing when the door opens.Â
she points over to a small table by the wall, gesturing you to settle down and relax for the time being.Â
âyou can place your luggage on the other chair, there wonât be anyone here today.â
âright, thank you.â
âmhm.â she checks the clock on the wall, then smiles. âmy granddaughter might barge in, let her know im cooking in the back, alright?â
âyeah, of course. thank you again.â
âitâs no problemâŠâ
ây/n.â you respond. âmy name is y/n.â
âlovely name. you can call me mrs. lee. settle down alright?â
âthank you.â
âitâs nothing.â she says, then disappears behind the counter and past the door to the back.
you walk over to the table she had pointed to, setting your bag next to you and leaving your suitcase nearby. you sigh, closing your eyes and then opening them again to look around. near the counter thereâs a photo framed of ms. lee, an elderly man, and a younger girl who looks around six years old. looking at the frame you smile. the photo looks a little old, similar to the photos your parents had left you.Â
you take in the whole area, illuminated by warm lightbulbs that cast a cozy glow. the tables and chairs, though a bit older, feel comfortable and inviting. the ground is covered in faded dark gray marble tiles, and the seating areas are made of sturdy wood. plants are scattered around, adding touches of greenery. in one corner, thereâs a tv thatâs turned off. youâre not used to older places; everything in the city was either renovated or styled to look vintage. but this place is differentâyou can tell itâs genuinely aged with love and care, its authenticity warms your heart.
the bell above the door jingles, you turn your head to see whoâs stepped in.
âgrandma? are you back? who unlocked the doorâŠâ she mumbles the last part to herself, then furrows her brows and clutches her backpack strap when she sees you. âwho are you?â
âoh, hi. um, your grandma is in the back, she led me hereâŠâ
âhuh.â she hums, then shrugs. âi will be back, stranger.â
âum, okay?â
the girl walks past the counter and towards the other door, you assume this area is just the restaurant and their home is inside it. a few moments later, the girl comes back and sits in front of you. sheâs changed out of the school uniform she had been wearing earlier and is now wearing an old t-shirt and linen shorts.
she looks at you, narrowing her eyes. âyouâre not from here.â she states bluntly.
âiâm not.â you respond, looking back curiously. âyouâve got a good eye.â
âmost people from here donât have more than three piercings on their ear, neither do they have many tattoos.â she points out, her eyes filled with wonder are drawn to the faint flower on your upper forearm with a date printed on it. she tilts her head, widens her eyes a little, then says, âthe date on your arm has already passed.â
âitâs my parentsâ time, not mine.â
âoh, iâm sorry.â
âitâs alright.â you assure. âiâm from the city.â
âah.â she clicks her tongue. âthatâs cool.â
âis it?â
âiâve heard lots about it, iâve been once when i was young. it was cool.â
âkinda.â you smile at her, then rub on the ink tattooed on your arm. âdid you grow up here?â
she hums. âborn and raised!âÂ
you canât help but giggle at her energy and curiosity.Â
the girl looks about sixteen, quite young. she has a smile on her face now, quickly eager to converse and mingle with the random woman in her⊠home? restaurant? youâre not sure, but you figure youâll find out.
âright, thatâs lovely. is this restaurant yours?â
âmy grandmaâs.â
âah, i see. i like it, itâs nicer than all of the ones in the city.â
âreally?â she asks, then smiles wider. âmy grandmaâs restaurant is the best here.â
âis that so?â you respond cheekily, entertained by her statement.Â
before she can respond, her eyes redirect behind you and she lights up completely. she gets up, rushing over and you turn to see her hugging mrs. lee.Â
âyouâre back! i didnât think youâd be back so early grandma.â
âwell, iâm here. did you eat enough at school? have some bibimbap. iâm worried you havenât been eating well these days hyein.â
âiâm fine grandma, haerin shared with me.â
âkangâs daughter?â
âyes!â the girl beams â hyein.
mrs. lee walks over to your table and gently places two bowls in front of you. hyein sits back down across from you, eyeing the food hungrily. you look down at the bowl filled with spinach, carrots, beef, string beans, mushrooms, rice, and a sunny side up egg on top. the sauce poured over it makes the dish look even more mouthwatering. you glance up and catch hyein's gaze, which makes you smile.Â
her grandmother, mrs. lee, affectionately rubs hyein's shoulder, then yours. you look up in surprise, touched by the simple gesture of kindness. âeat up you two.â she says.
âthank you mrs. lee.â you respond sincerely, then mix up everything in your bowl. the older woman walks away, disappearing behind the counter again.
you take a bite of the food, sighing as you chew and it looks like youâre melting. itâs wonderful.
âtold you itâs the best.â hyein shrugs, then takes a bite herself. âi missed this.â
the two of you eat in silence for a bit, itâs nice. youâre eating lunch with the granddaughter of some lady you had met miraculously, and itâs really making you happier than youâve been the past few months.Â
hyein finishes her bite, swallowing and then asking, âso, whatâs your name? how did you get here? are you travelling or something?â
she throws a lot of questions at you, you finish your bite before responding, âwell, my name is y/n. i took the train and bus here, i donât really have a plan. i think iâll stay here as long as i can, it seems right.â
âreally? youâre going to be the talk of the town then.â
âam i?â
âyeah, youâre new. everyone here knows everyone, but itâs not a bad thing that youâre new. everyone here is very nice.â
âthatâs good.â you mumble, then take another bite.
âwhere are you staying?â
âprobably a hotel nearby, i guess.â
âyouâre going to stay in a hotel nearby the whole time?â
âuntil i can find a place to stay for a bit, not too long.â
âhow long?â
you dig at your food, poking your spoon at a mushroom in your bowl. hyein continues to eye you, looking at you deeply and waiting for an answer. you take another bite, then look to the side toward the framed photo hung on the wall.
âuntil my time is up.â
hyein pauses, looking at the side of your face until you turn back to meet her eyes. her lips part, she doesnât speak for a bit. you continue, âi have a while though. iâm just⊠trying to make it through until i canât.â
âah. iâm sorry.â
âitâs nothing to be sorry about hyein, itâs natural.â
âright.â she says quietly, then takes another bite of her food. âdanielleâs time is up soon too i think.â
âdanielle?â you question.
âthis girl in town, probably your age. sheâs really nice and wonderful, you wouldnât even know that sheâd be dyingââ she clears her throat before rewording, â-- that her time is soon. sheâs like⊠a ball of sunshine. youâll probably run into her.â
âah.â
âyou say that a lot.â
âwell what else am i supposed to say?â
âi donât know.â hyein shrugs, then laughs. âitâs funny.â
you stick your tongue out at her before the two of you start to finish your food again.Â
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mrs. lee insists on letting hyein help you find a place to stay because she apparently is out all the time and knows almost every nook and cranny of the town.Â
the closest (and only) hotel in the town is nearby where the bus had stopped. itâs small and seems to be a little on the older side. hyein leads you in, immediately getting greeted by an older man who smiles at her fondly.
âif it isnât ms. lee hyein.â he grins, then looks at you. âah, youâve brought a friend?â
âthis is y/n. sheâs looking for a place to stay for a bit.â
he looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your tattoo. then he smiles, he has a lovely one. the man has visible wrinkles and dark gray hair, he wears a button up shirt thatâs loose on him and chino pants held by a brown leather belt.
âwell, that i can help you with ms. y/n.â
âthank you sir.â
âno need for formalities.â he waves his hand, âi know a wonderful single bed room for you.â
âthank you.â
he leads you towards the stairs, thereâs no elevator in this hotel. it seems much more like a big home rather than a hotel, at least compared to the city. he leads you to the second floor of the building, then down the hall and to the room right at the end. hyein follows the whole way.
he fishes a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, holding it open for you to roll your suitcase in. you marvel at the sight before you: a well-made queen bed, the perfect amount of space, and curtains drawn back to reveal a distant beach. the azure water glimmers, mesmerizing you. it looks like a pleasant bike ride or a short drive to get there. the room feels inviting, a sanctuary with a breathtaking view.Â
âwoah.â hyein says, looking out with you.
âitâs beautiful â the beach and the room sir.â
he laughs, then smiles proudly. âim glad youâre fond of it. will you be staying?â
âyes, yeah.â you respond immediately. âitâs amazing.â
itâs more than that, you wish you could live here. waking up in the city gave you the same view of the building next to you, which was boring and nothing compared to the top of the apartments with rent that costed more than a third of your previous paycheck.
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you spend time settling into the hotel, but not too much. youâre still looking around for a place to stay, the houses arenât too bad, but you wonât be here long enough for it to be worth buying.Â
the apartments arenât too bad either, but theyâre small and cluttered. youâre a bit lost on what you should do, so you spend time exploring the time while you reconsider everything.
additionally, youâve been over at mrs. leeâs to just lounge and clear your mind. itâs nice sitting by the counter watching the regulars come in and mingle.Â
hyein â the sixteen year old girl, basically a child â is your first and only friend at the moment. after school (for her), around three hours past noon, you spend time eating lunch with hyein, talking to her about your current situation and asking her for advice since itâs her hometown.
you explain that the prices are pretty scary, but not too bad, and hyein dismisses your suggestions.Â
âthose neighborhoods are not as nice as mine, try this area.â
âare there any good places?â
âapartment down the road, but i donât know⊠the owner is kind of sketchy.â
âwhat do i do then.â you sigh, taking a bite out of your cold noodles. âthe hotel is pretty and all, but itâs not cheap at all. plus, i donât think the money i have can keep me going.â
âhmm⊠iâll have to ask my grandma.â
you sigh, poking at your noodles again. you hear the bell over the restaurant door jingle, both you and hyein turn your heads to see whoâs arrived â just out of curiosity.
hyein's face lights up with surprise and joy as she sees the woman who has just walked in. she jumps out of her seat and rushes to hug her, wrapping her arms tightly around her. the woman smiles with her eyes closed, hugging hyein just as tightly. hyein whispers something you canât hear, then looks at you and excitedly tugs the woman over to your table.
they reach where youâre sitting and thatâs when you notice just how striking the woman is.
your ears twitch and you straighten your posture. the woman has a few moles on the right side of her face, pretty eyes with noticeably long eyelashes, and is smiling at you sweetly. she tucks a strand of hair that isnât tied up, then greets you, âhi.â her voice is higher than yours, soft, and bright.
âthis is danielle, i think i mentioned her.â
danielle. sheâs the girl hyein was talking about, she also had little time.
âyou have pretty eyes.â danielle catches you off guard with the sudden compliment, you feel your cheeks warm up just a bit. âitâs nice to meet youâŠ?â
you cough. ây/n. itâs y/n.â
âcute name! how do you like the town?â
âoh, itâs lovely.â
âit really is. have you been to the beach yet?â
âi havenât gotten the time.â
âthatâs a shame, you should visit soon when you have the chance.â she says, then turns to hyein and hugs her again. âwell, i have to get going. i just wanted to stop by and say hi!â
âdo you really have to?â hyein whines.
âi have to help out at the shelter, sorry hyeinie.â
âaw.â hyein pouts. âiâll see you later then.â
âoh for sure, i was planning on having dinner here with my family sometime this week.â
you watch hyein smile brightly and grab danielleâs hand, leading her back to the entrance, leaving you alone. you continue to gaze after them, admiring danielleâs side profile and grinning to yourself. something about her, just upon seeing her, feels inexplicably right.
as soon as danielle entered your field of vision, something clicked inside you. itâs like a dream, a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu that you canât quite place. the feeling is both familiar and surreal, as if youâve known her forever and yet are seeing her for the first time. plus, your body tingles, you feel yourself relaxing and tensing up at the same time, itâs odd; you donât even know her.
you linger in that moment, captivated by the strange yet comforting sensation that her presence brings.
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a day later youâre back at mrs. leeâs restaurant, hyein has led you to the back where the kitchen is, then leaves you alone with her grandma.
mrs. lee stands there cutting up some carrots, then says, âi heard youâre looking for a place to stay?â
âyes.â
âhave you had any luck?â
âum,â you havenât had any luck, because each place either had a sketchy landlord (according to hyein) or just didnât sit right with you price wise and really just with the overall atmosphere. you shake your head. âno, not yet.â
ây/n,â she starts, pausing and setting her knife down. mrs. lee looks at you with an intense gaze, making you feel small despite her being nearly a head shorter than you, and even shorter than hyein. âwould you like to stay here?â she asks, her eyes searching yours for an answer.
you freeze, looking at her with disbelief. âw-what? are you serious?â
âwe have space for you.â
âiâ i couldnât, i donât want to be a burden.â
âyou could always help out at the restaurant. maybe even help out hyein with her studies or anything like that.â
âreally?â
âyes dear. hyein suggested it, sheâs really fond of you.â
you continue to gaze at her, stunned by the offer. you wonder if itâs truly okay to live with them, having known them for less than two weeks. it might be a hassle for them to accommodate you. yet, hyein has been keeping you at the restaurant, sharing stories about her day and clearly enjoying your company. her happiness is reassuring; sheâs a good friend.Â
the offer is incredibly generousâa place to live in exchange for some help. itâs a fair trade, and with the money you have, you could contribute in the best way possible.
mrs. lee still stares at you, waiting for an answer.Â
you nod. âiâll take it, thank you so much. i promise iâll do anything i can to help and not be a burden.â
she laughs softly, then gestures towards the carrots on the cutting board. âhave you ever cooked?â she asks.
âum, yes. my dad used to work at a restaurant.â
âperfect. could you chop these into thin slices? do you know how to jullienne them?â
ây-yeah, of course. let me wash my hands.â
she claps her hands together, looking at you proudly. âand you even know the hygiene policies.â
you smile at her, laughing as you turn on the sink and then excusing yourself when you accidentally splash water on an employees apron. mrs. lee looks at you fondly. she watches you cut the carrots with precision and decent speed, nodding with approval.
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the room next to hyeinâs is a guest bedroom, itâs quite small, but itâs more than enough.
hyein helps you with your luggage, but you assure her that everything is alright. (she still helps you out anyway, at least with your trinkets and whatnot)
you leave the suitcase with your clothes on the ground and unpack your things from your bag, hyein eyes your cd player on the bed, looking at it closely. you catch her staring, then grin.
âyou can check it out.â
âreally?â
âof course.â you assure. she eagerly sits down on the bed and looks at the small device, turning it around and inspecting each side. you laugh and head over next to her, pulling out a cd from your bag. âhere,â you hand it to her. you press a button and it opens something, making hyeinâs eyes widen. you place the cd in, then press play.Â
an instrumental plays, filling the quiet room with a soft melody. you stare at the ground, humming along slowly. hyein observes you close.
âwhatâs this?â
âan old chet baker cd, it was my dadâs. he collected many, i tried to bring all my favorites here with me.â
âitâs nice.â hyein mumbles, âthe song.â
you flop down on the bed, laying down and staring up at the ceiling.Â
âmy parents used to cook dinner to jazz, this was my dadâs favorite. my mom is a fan of fred astaire.â
you spend the next thirty minutes playing your favorite songs for hyein, sheâs fond of everything you show her. she hears you humming along, and it makes her smile. sheâs only known you for a little while, but she can tell youâre one special person.Â
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two weeks have already flown by, and youâve been working at leeâs kitchen in the meantime. you start early in the morning, continuing until hyein returns home. then, you help her with any studies she needs assistance with. when thatâs done, she eagerly drags you to her favorite spots, showing you the best coffee places around to satisfy your cravings, even if itâs a bit late for caffeine.
you've settled into something comfortable, maybe even a routine. if this is how you'll spend your last couple of months, then you're perfectly fine with the mundane. you don't have any siblings, but hyein is what you imagine it would be like to have one. you two bicker the way you've seen others bicker, and you enjoy every moment spent together. despite the three-year age difference, you've grown close quickly, sharing laughs and conversations about anything.
this is when you learn that itâs not time that makes strong bonds, itâs the people and their energy. youâve known others for years only for them to walk away and drift off in a snap, none of those years added up to what you have with hyein.
sheâs something like a sister to you, something like that. maybe a cousin â something familial.
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âhereâs your mandu, sauce, and vegetables. you sure you donât want anything else?â you ask the customers outside â an older couple, maybe in their thirties or so.
the woman shakes her head, then smiles at you warmly. âthank you, itâs fine, really.â
âright, just let me know if you need anything.â
âthank you.â she says finally. you smile then turn to pick up the dishes left on the other table outside, and also the six dollar tip.
you balance the dishes on one hand, but almost drop them after turning around to see a familiar face, someone you met a few weeks ago.Â
her slightly grown out bangs fall over her forehead, parted in the middle. she looks at you with a smile, her pretty brown eyes sparkling. her long eyelashes make her even more striking, she looks like a princess almost, especially with the morning sun shining down on her. danielle waves at you, her smile growing wider, revealing a glimpse of her teeth.
ây/n! hi!â she greets, âi didnât know you worked here too?â
âhi danielle.â you mumble, âmrs. lee gave me the job a few weeks ago actually, iâm really grateful.â
âah, i see.â
you nod, then turn your head at the door. âletâs go inside, itâs pretty hot out here.â
âright.â
as you head through the door, you turn your body a bit so that the dishes on your hand can fit through too. danielle follows right behind, then seats herself right at the chair by the counter. she watches you head to the back, then peek out a minute later and pat down your apron.Â
you pull out your notepad, then ask, âwhat can i get you?â
âhmmm,â she pouts a bit as she thinks. âsome cold noodles would be great, just a small portion though. could i get some sliced carrots on the side?â
âof course, anything else?â
âyour company when youâre done with it, if thatâs possible.â
you look up from your notepad, sheâs just looking at you with her head tilted and smiling. you swallow lightly, then smile as you respond shyly, âum, i can⊠do my best. itâs not busy, iâll ask mrs. lee.â
âgreat.â
offering one more smile and avoiding eye contact, you rush to the back and give the cooks the order. mrs. lee is cutting vegetables, you hesitantly approach her. she looks up, then smiles at you warmly before handing you small carrot slice. you laugh, moving your head over to grab it in between your teeth and take a bite.
âhave you eaten yet dear?â
âno, um itâs nothing though. i just had a question.â
âyou should eat soon⊠and what was it?â
âdo you know danielle?â
âmarsh?â
âi donât know her last name⊠um, she has brown eyes and long lashes. very smiley.â
mrs. lee clicks her tongue. âyes, i know her.â
âright, yeah. sheâs here, she ordered cold noodles andââ
â--carrots, her usual.â mrs. lee finishes your sentence. âsorry, what about her?â
âshe just⊠asked me to keep her company.â
âwell go on then.â
âoh, really?â
âyou havenât eaten either, go fix yourself something up and keep the girl company. sheâs a lovely lady, really. very nice, very bubbly. hyein loves her, everyone does.â
âright.â you nod your head, looking down at the ground quickly before adding, âyouâre sure itâs fine?â
âdear, this isnât the city. itâs not too busy here, especially not right now. i donât want you starving either.â
âof course, thank you.â
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danielle waits nearly ten minutes, sheâs looking at a magazine on the table before youâre back outside with her dishes. she immediately lights up looking at you, which makes you blush a bit; is everyone here so happy and bright?Â
you place her food down in front of her, then run back behind the counter to take off your apron and grab your own dish before sitting down next to her.
âwhatcha got there?â she asks, eyeing your bowl.
âjust eggs over rice with seaweed and soy sauce, nothing big.â
âlooks wonderful,â she grabs a carrot slice with her chopstick and eats it happily. âyum.â
âyeah,â you awkwardly look down at your food before taking a bite. âyum.â
itâs strange, but also oddly comforting. being next to her is stressful at first, both of you simply eat in silence and danielle hums hear and there to let you know how much she enjoys her dish. you find yourself smirking as you eat, but donât dare to look at her. not until she starts a conversation.
âso what brings you here?â
âsorry, what?â
âto the town.â
âoh.â you say mid bite, then swallow. âjust⊠troubles. i needed to get out the city and⊠live a little.â
âi love that.â she grins, then takes another bite.Â
âthanks?â you let out a little laugh before poking at your egg. âwhat prompted you to ask me to give you company?â
she shrugs. âi just think youâre interesting, thatâs all.â
for some reason, an enamored flutter stirs in your chest. you mutter a small, âah,â before taking another bite of your food. even after danielle finishes her meal first, she keeps asking you questions, eager to have a conversation. when you finish your meal and hear the bell above the door ring, signaling a customer, mrs. lee suddenly pops out from the back and pushes you back into your seat. danielle giggles, extending your time together.
during your conversation, she learns that youâre an only child, about the tattoo on your forearm that you got because of your parents, and your hobbies. talking to her is surprisingly easy, much easier than with anyone youâve ever met in the city. there, people shut down small talk, so you eventually gave up. but danielle isnât the type to give up. she gives you her full attention, which is different than youâre used to.
this urges you to ask your own questions. you learn that she works at an animal shelter owned by her friendsâ parents and tends to the pets. she even pulls out her phone to show you pictures of a dog sheâs become close toâa fluffy friend named jerry. as she swipes through an album of two hundred photos, her expressions are adorable. itâs heartwarming, and you feel a sense of connection that you hadnât expected.
âheâs so lovely and playful andââ a notification on her phone cuts her off, you read a bit and itâs a reminder that she has to clock into work soon. she frowns, then apologizes, âagh, i lost track of time.â and so did you, itâs been nearly thirty minutes but it had felt like five. âi should get going, it was great talking to you! hey, if you have time you should come over to the shelter! i can write address for you if you get lost.â
âitâs fine,â you say, already stacking both of your dishes together. âand iâd love to visit.â
âgreat, i love your company.â
âyou do?â
âof course!â danielle giggles again, it brings a smile to your face. âiâll see you around, okay? promise youâll visit?â
âyes, yeah.â you mutter, âiâll drop by.â
âgreat,â danielle says, then fishes for a marker in her little purse. she grabs your hand, catching you off guard. âcan i?â she asks, pointing to your forearm.Â
âo-oh, yeah, of course.â
âsweet.â she starts to scribble an address, then a number. you watch closely, then your eyes drift away from your arm to her concentrated expression. she finishes writing and caps the pen again, clapping her hands proudly. âi also put my number just in case, text me if you need!â
âthanks danielle.â
âyou can call me dani! since weâre friends now.â
friends. it makes you happy hearing it, youâre friends after a single conversation with her.Â
âalright, thanks friend.â your response earns a snicker from danielle, sheâs shaking her head and smiling at you again before saying,
âyouâre funny, i like you.â it sends another flutter in your chest, you gulp. âsee you!â
âbye dani!â
she waves at you again before heading out the door, eliciting a jingle sound throughout the restaurant. you keep staring at the door, stuck in place until you feel a tap a your shoulder.Â
when you turn around, mrs. lee is beside you looking at the door and smiling.
âsheâs a very sweet girl.â mrs. lee says, then looks up at you.
âyeah, i can tell.â
âshe seems to be fond of you.â
âreally? thatâs goodâŠâ
âiâm glad youâre making friends y/n. you canât hang around hyein foreverâŠâ she jokes, it makes your cheeks burn from embarrassment. youâre nineteen very much an adult, the revelation that your closest and only friend is a sixteen year old girl whoâs currently in class.Â
you laugh, then shyly mumble, âthanks.â
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later that evening, you and hyein head out to explore. you mention your conversation with danielle, and the girl walking next to you beams, evidently delighted.Â
you suggest walking to the animal shelter where danielle invited you to visit, and hyein lights up at the mere mention. she jumps up and exclaims, âyes!â before grabbing your hand and leading you down the road with infectious enthusiasm. it seems that danielle spreads all kinds of joy and excitement wherever she goes. how lovely.Â
the two of you make it there in no time, the ten minute walk seemed like nothing, somehow.
itâs a small building, but it looks incredibly charming from the outside. the wooden framing and exterior give it a warm, cozy feel, and the little sign reading âkangâs kare shelterâ makes you smile. the place exudes a welcoming vibe, and you can only imagine how much lovelier it must be inside, especially if danielle is there too.
walking in, youâre greeted by someone who isnât danielle.
instead, itâs a girl who lights up after seeing hyein, who runs behind the counter to hug her.Â
âhaerin! surprise!â
âwhat are you doing here?â
hyein pouts, parting away and groaning, âyou donât sound thrilled.â
âpftt, youâll just steal the snacks i bought.â
âhey! iâm also here to see the animals⊠and you i guess.â
the girlâhaerin, presumablyârolls her eyes at hyein with a snarky grin. then she looks at you, tilting her head as you walk over and stand across the counter. hyein perks up when she sees you, dramatically gesturing with both hands as she introduces you.
âthis is y/n! she just moved here from the city.â
ây/n?â haerin questions.
âthatâs me.â
âoh, danielle mentioned you earlier. your eyes are nice...â
âwhat?â you raise a brow, confused.
the girl shrugs, then mumbles, ânothing.â she walks out, tilting her head to urge you and hyein to follow her. âcome, iâll show you the pets. danielle is doing a check-up on the only clientâer, animalâwe have.â she explains, then looks at hyein from the side, raising her brows with fake annoyance. âand hyein, i know youâre only here for jelly.â
âyou know me too well.â
âwhateverâŠâ haerin sighs, opening a door to a room with three cats inside.
hyein gasps, looking at them all in awe. in a gentle voice, she fawns, saying âawwwâ and immediately running over to crouch down and pet the black cat by the window.
haerin walks over to the cat in the corner, clicking her tongue softly. the cat looks up at her and immediately walks over, rubbing its head against her hand. haerin smiles, petting it with care and affection.
you make your way to the orange cat sitting on a small chair, clearly designed for pets. you crouch down, gently stroking its fur. the cat stirs awake from its slumber and meows contentedly, making you smile. the room feels warm and peaceful, filled with the quiet sounds of purring and the soft rustle of fur.Â
after a minute or two of admiring the furry creature and snapping a few pictures, you catch haerin in your peripheral crouching down next to you, her eyes on the cat as she pets it too.Â
âdanielle is in the room down the hall, just to let you know.â
âhm?â you turn to face her, sheâs still petting the cat.Â
âgo out the room and turn right, sheâs in the room two doors down. sheâs just doing a check-up. you can go see her if you want."
âoh, thanks.â
haerin turns to look at you. âhave fun.â she mumbles, then brings the orange cat in her arms, looking at it like itâs her child.
you look over to see hyein sitting against the wall, all her attention is on the two cats that have found their way to their laps. you snap a quick picture before leaving the room.
your heart quickens with anticipation as you walk down the hall. you follow haerinâs directions and gently push open the door to find danielle tending to the same dog she had shown you earlierâjerry, whoâs cuter in person. danielle is focused on the task at hand, using a stethoscope to listen to jerry's heartbeat, then checking his ears and gently inspecting his paws.
you hesitate for a moment before knocking softly on the door. danielle doesn't notice at first, but when she finally looks up and sees you, her face lights up with surprise and joy. her smile is radiant and contagious, youâre smiling too.
"y/n!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling. "you came!"
âof course, i mean, you invited me.â
âaw, how sweet of you.â she says, then mumbles a, âlay downâ and âstay.â to jerry, who does just as heâs told.
she walks over to you, then grabs your wrist without warning and it makes your heart skip a beat for some reason. she leads you over to the chair in the room and sits you down.
âdid i bother you and jerry?â
âno, not at all. weâre almost done actually.â danielle assures, then turns back to tend to jerry.
you watch her work her magic, finishing up the job and giving him a treat after heâs done. she pats his head and helps him off the counter, he immediately rushes over to you and jumps up to lick your cheek.
âahââ his tail is wagging, paws on your knees, and licking you sloppily.Â
âheyy jerry! iâm so sorry⊠heâs very excited to see you.â
âiâm glad,â you mutter through the outburst of affection. âdoes that mean iâm on his nice list?â
âeveryone is,â she answers, watching you stand up so you can pet jerry without being bombarded with kisses. âbut heâs never this excited. youâve got some magic y/n-ie.â
the little nickname makes you smile harder, and jerry is jumping up so his paws claw at your pants more. danielle shakes her head in disapproval, but sheâs still smiling as she calms him down.
you crouch to meet his level again, scratching behind his neck and petting him. you look up at danielle, whoâs already looking at you.
âwhat breed is he?â
âburnese mountain dog, very affectionate dogs.â
jerry licks your hand, making you laugh. âthatâs given.â
danielle crouches down next to you, she turns her head and it makes you nervous when your faces are so close together. she turns back to face jerry, fondly petting him. âheâs a very good boy, isnât that right?â jerry barks in response, making her chuckle. âwell, itâs time for him to rest. i gave him some medications earlier.â
âi see.â
âfollow me.â she says. you nod.
you follow her into the next room, where danielle gently opens the door. jerry trots in and immediately heads to his cozy bed in the corner. danielle crouches beside him, her movements tender and reassuring. she lovingly pats him and plants a soft kiss on his head, which makes his tail wag slowly and then come to a gentle stop. with delicate, practiced motions, she scratches behind his ears and along his neck, using just the tips of her fingers. her soothing touch gradually calms him, and soon heâs lying comfortably, breathing evenly, and blinking slowly as he drifts into a state of peaceful relaxation.
her care and tenderness are genuinely admirable. the gentle, focused expression on her face as she tends to jerry mirrors the soft, loving way she interacts with him. itâs really cute. thereâs a quiet grace in her movements and a warmth in her eyes that draws you in. you find yourself watching her with the same kind of admiration and affection she shows jerry, mesmerized by the serene connection between them.
she turns over to you, faintly mumbling, âhey, y/n?â
âyeah?â
âwait outside for me, would you? heâs a bit excited because youâre here. this guy here needs some rest.â
âohâ yeah, of course. sorry.â
âitâs fine, i wonât take long.â
you nod, giving her a soft smile before heading out the door.
as you take in the interior of the shelter, your gaze lingers on the wall adorned with photos of danielle, haerin, and their colleagues with the animals.Â
the pictures capture moments of joy and affinityâdanielleâs pretty smile beside a playful puppy, haerin laughing with a contented cat on her lap. solo shots of the animals show their distinct personalities, while group photos feature jerry with his companions, their expressions curious. thereâs also some pictures that show the other employees together with the animals.
 the collection is heartwarming and conveys a sense of community and care. you find yourself smiling softly, touched by the genuine affection and dedication displayed in every frame.
the door opens in the corner of your eye, you turn and catch danielle peeking in as she closes it slowly.Â
âheâs asleep now.â danielle walks over to you, head tilted up just a bit. âiâm all yours now.â
the way she words everything is dangerous, it flusters you. she smiles like she hasnât just formed a lump in your throat, making you cough to clear it.
âis he alright?â
âjust inflammation and a bit of pain, he should be fine in the morning.â
âthatâs great to hear.â
âit is.â
you stare at her for a little longer, struggling to find words to say. she beats you to it.
âdid hyein tag along?â
âyeah, i was afraid iâd get lost.â
danielle giggles. âaw, sheâs very sweet. her and haerin are close.â
âare they?â
âthey go to school together, best friends.â
âthatâs lovely.â
âmhm.â danielle turns her head in the other direction, putting her hands behind her back and holding her hands together. she bites the inside of her lip, then tilts her head, urging you to follow her.
âlet me show you something, itâs better than the city i bet.â
you snicker, looking at her with raised brows. âyou seem pretty confident.â
âtrust me.â she starts to walk down the hall, taking a turn and leading you to sliding door. she opens it, stepping outside and you follow.Â
immediately, your jaw drops at the sight in front of you. itâs similar as the sight from the hotel you stayed in, giving you a view of the beach, but itâs prettier from this spot.Â
âwoah.â
âis it better than the city?â
âfor sure.â
danielle leans against the railing, gazing out at the sky. âthis is the view i get to see everyday, i love it. iâm glad you came over, i wanted to show you this.â
âthank you, really.â you walk over to lean against the railing next to her, looking out as well. âyouâre really sweet, like so sweet. i feel at home, you and everyone here are really welcoming.â
âwell,â danielle starts, sheâs facing you now. she looks at the side of your face, tracing down each feature before continuing, âa lovely person deserves a lovely welcome.â
â
haerin locks up the shelter, pulling on the door to ensure itâs fully locked. she turns around to shoot a small smile at danielle, holding a thumbs up.
âgood to go.â
âgreat!âÂ
the two walk down the road together, their route home is the same since danielle lives with haerin and her family. the two walk in silence for a bit, silence never hurts at all. theyâve been close since birth, and plus, haerin is just quiet, usually the listener.Â
but this time haerin is a bit curious, looking at danielle, whoâs staring up at the sky. the sun has nearly set all the way.
âwhat did you and y/n do?â
âhm?â danielle turns her head. âoh, she met jerry!â
âah.â haerin hums. âyou seem very interested in her.â
âjust curious.â
âhyein seems to like her a lot. city girl is interesting.â
danielle snickers at the nickname. âpftt, city girlâŠâ
âwell, city girl seems to be interested in you too.â
âsheâs new and hasnât mingled with many, itâs natural for her to do that.â
haerin shakes her head, then kicks a rock on the ground. âno, somethings different. same goes for you too.â
âwhat?â danielleâsbrows furrow slightly in confusion, but a soft giggle escapes her lips.Â
âyouâre so eager to get to know her, you talked about her a lot today too. youâre not that talkative about people like that, not even with minji or hanni.â
danielle tilts her head, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity, clearly trying to make sense of the unusual comment. âright,â the giggle lingers, a gentle sound that reflects her bemusement. âi donât know, sheâs just interesting. as soon as i met her she caught my eye, when i ran into her the first time it just⊠felt right?â danielle shrugs, sighing in a somewhat dreamy way. âi donât know, i just think we could be good friends. sheâs really sweet, and pretty too. i wonder if all city girls are that⊠ethereal.â
haerin just looks at her and narrows her eyes, then shrugs it off.Â
âwhatever.â
â
mrs. lee gives you a day off, urging you to go out more by yourself instead of being around hyein. you hesitate when she tells you the night before, wanting nothing more than to help out with opening and share some small talk with her, but she shakes her head.
âyou havenât even gone to the beach, have you? youâre missing out⊠get out there. itâs prettier in the morning, you should sleep now before you miss the sunrise.â
this is how you find yourself out on a less than fifteen minute run through various neighborhoods and trails that you havenât seen yet, and towards the sand in your vision.
the sky is still a soft gradient of dawn, with the first rays of sunlight just beginning to peek over the horizon. the sight of the sun emerging from behind the water casts a golden hue across the scene, and you canât help but quicken your pace. your sneakers hit the sand, and you pause to slip them off, savoring the cool, grainy texture beneath your feet. you start walking down a natural trail, bordered by tufts of grass and delicate wildflowers.Â
the serenity of the moment, along with the gentle morning breeze, fills you with a sense of calm.Â
you canât help but think that your mom and dad would love it here, with you, all of you together.
a sigh leaves your lips as you sit down on the sand, propping yourself up with your hands behind you and sitting with your feet out. youâre pretty far from where the waves crash and wet the sand, making sure you canât get splashed.Â
you grab the small backpack you had brought along, it only has a waterbottle, your cd player, and headphones inside. you empty it, setting the cd player on your lap, putting on the headphones, and taking a sip of water.Â
jazz hums in your ear, making you smile.
yeah, your parents would love the sight.
the sun is peeking out more now, a third of it above the horizon. the rays of sun hit your face and it feels refreshing, something also clashes into you all of the sudden, making you yelp.
âjerry!â you hear from the distance.
a second later, thereâs a dog licking your cheek and nuzzling itself into you, clearly excited to have run into you. you turn and catch jerry stepping back, looking at you with eager eyes and a wagging tail. you canât help but laugh, reaching over to pet her.
âwell look who it is.â you mutter softly, âmiss me that much?â
jerry barks, then you catch danielle in the distance jogging up to you too. you stare a little hard at her, sheâs wearing a cropped baby tee and jean shorts. her hair is being blown in her face by the wind, so she pushes a few strands behind her ear. she looks really pretty, thatâs what you notice.
âiâm sorry about that,â danielle apologizes, crouching down to affectionately scratch jerryâs ears and neck. âyou, mister, need to learn some manners.â she scolds playfully, giving him a pouty, angry look.Â
you canât help but laugh. âhey, itâs a lovely surprise to see jerry, donât be too harsh on him nowâŠâ you reach to pet him too, hand accidentally brushing against danielleâs â but whoâs paying attention to that.
(you are.)
âitâs a surprise seeing you here, y/n.â
âsame here â i mean, you know, seeing you.â you watch her sit down next to you on the sand, patting down on the sand to urge jerry to sit right in between you two. âmrs. lee gave me the day off, she recommended the beach in the morning.â
âshe has a good eye.â danielle softly strokes jerryâs fur. âwhatcha listening to?â
âchet baker, heard of him?â
âi have!â she nods. âi like a few of his songs.â
âreally?â
âmhm, lovely voice, beautiful melodies.â she says, now looking at the rising sun. âcan i listen with you?â
"oh! yeah, of course." you unplug your headphones and press the play button on the side of the device, upping the volume to let the melody fill the air.
danielle's ears twitch slightly as she lights up with recognition. "i know this one!"
"it's pretty popular. it was my momâs favorite," you mumble, humming softly to the beginning of the song. the tune is gentle, slow, and oddly intimate, perfectly matching the mood of the moment.
"oh, i love this part," danielle mutters before starting to sing along softly, "wherever you are~ youâre near meeee~ you dare me to be untrueee."
you giggle softly, your lips curling into a smile as you watch her, bathed in the early morning sunlight and looking so genuinely happy.
turning back to face the view in the distance, you join in, "funny each time i fall in loveeee"
both of you face the sun, but as the last lyric of the verse plays, you coincidentally glance at each other and sing together,Â
"itâs always youuuâ
laughter bubbles up between you, light and giddy, warming your hearts. there's something about danielle that makes you feel relaxed and content. you stop giggling for a moment to simply smile at her, and she mirrors your expression, both of you basking in the shared joy of the moment. you wonder how long a human can go without their heart beating or without breathing.
âdanielle,â you almost whisper, gazing softly. âyou have a really lovely voice.â
âaw, donât be silly.â
âiâm not.â you roll your eyes, looking back at the sunrise. danielle continues to stare at the curve of your features.Â
âyouâre not bad yourself.â
âthatâs a lot coming from you, thank you michael buble.â you response makes danielle laugh hard, which makes you laugh even harder, the two of you are laughing like idiots in the sand as the sun comes out into full view.
danielleâs fingers run softly over the fur on jerryâs head, his blinks get slower. you look at him adoringly, petting his back.
âhow long have you known him?â
âjerry?â
âwho else would i be referring toâŠâ
âharsh.â she frowns, making you scoff playfully. âa few years â since he was a puppy. we found him as a stray, heâs been in the shelter since.â
âi see. you must love him.â
âi knew him before i graduated high school.â danielle says, then looks at jerry lovingly. âheâs basically my son.â
âthatâs cute.â you mumble. âyou guys are really cute.â
danielle looks up at you, and for a moment, her eyes seem to sparkle. maybe it's just a trick of the light, but there's something about her gaze. she carries a natural grace, not just because sheâs breathtakingly gorgeous, but because everything about her exudes warmth and ease. with danielle, thereâs no room for worry or doubt. despite only knowing her for basically two days -- maybe less â sheâs like someone you've known for years, even decades. she's sweet, kind, and caring; the latter.
it's hard to put into words, but there's something extraordinary about her. sheâs just so...
âbeautiful.â you didnât mean to say that out loud, or continue to stare at her until the words processed in your head and you had turned away, flustered.
danielle looks at you in surprise, then laughs and tilts her head in confusion. âwhat?â
âsorry, nothingâ the songââ clearing your throat, you point to the cd player. âitâs beautiful.â
âyeah.â danielle agrees, looking you in the eye.
â
you spend the rest of the day together, with danielle insisting, "you're so interesting," and expressing an urge "to get to know someone as cool as you more."Â
she leads you to her favorite café by the beach, enthusiastically offering to pay for the coconut latte, which she claims is the tastiest item on the menu. trusting her judgment, you take a sip, and the flavor lives up to her hype. danielle claps her hands and beams with delight when you give her a look and sigh of satisfaction after the first sip.
as the day progresses, she continues to show you around, her excitement palpable and infectious. her genuine enthusiasm helps you feel even more at ease in this new place. you canât help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging, all thanks to her. itâs strange, but you donât really dwell on it. with danielle, everything just feels right.
â
you had watched the sun rise and set with danielle, spending the entire day together, though it felt like only an hour or two had passed.Â
when you get back home, you flop onto your bed with a happy sigh. before you know it, someone barges into the room, then jumps and lands next to you on the bed. the mattress peaks and pushes you up with the combined force of gravity and the added weight.
you turn to see hyein looking at you with a knowing look, her brows raised and a stupid smirk on her face. "so," she begins, her tone dripping with playful curiosity, "how was your date with danielle?" she nudges you with her elbow, clearly fishing for details.Â
you sit up and look at her with a confused expression. âdate? no, we just spent some time together.â
âhaerin tells me it was from sunrise to sunsetâŠâ she nudges your shoulder playfully and you push her away. you canât help but laugh, rolling your eyes at her antics.
"it wasnât a date, iâve known her for less than a week." you say. âwe literally just spent the day together.â
the realization hits that youâve never spent the day together with anyone other than your parents, even your late friends. youâve gone hours with them and had sleepovers, but this isnât the same.
âi bet it was a wonderful day.â hyeinâs grin widens, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âseems like sunshine lady and city girl have hit it off.â
âw-what?â you snicker, laughing at the stupid nicknames. âsunshineâ? cityâ? youâre genuinely a child. is that what you call us?â
âhaerin made them up.â
you roll your eyes at hyein, whoâs pushing you and asking for more details. her excitement is infectious, and you find yourself smiling even more, the memory of the dayâs events replaying in your mind. danielleâs laughter, her genuine curiosity, the way she made everything feel so effortlessly right. as hyein continues to tease and prod for more details, you realize just how special this day has been.
danielle made time feel like nothing, which is a bit dangerous considering you donât have a lot of time to begin with.
she had shared a lot of her likes, dislikes, life stories, and so much yet so little. you wanted to know more, you wanted her to ramble your ear off.Â
something that had caught your attention was the brief mention that she lived with haerin because her parents had passed away a few years ago. it brought some sorrow to you just from learning that, but some ease because sheâs similar to you.
you briefly go over everything, and lastly you tell the younger girl beside you that danielle had given you her number, making hyein squeal.
âyou have mo daniâs number?â
âmo dani?â
ânickname⊠youâll know later â probably. youâre still new, but everyone knows the majority of her nicknames, she has a lotâ ah! thatâs not important. anywaysââ
you chuckle at hyein shaking your head as you pull out your phone to show her your new lockscreen. itâs a picture of you and jerry down at the beach, one danielle had taken because she thought you two had looked adorable. the moment made you all nervous and blushy, but you donât tell hyein that.
âi just wanted her to send this picture, isnât he cute?â
âheâs adorable! oh my gosh let me tell you this funny storyâŠâ hyein starts, and you smile to yourself knowing that youâve managed to change the subject. you donât know how much teasing you can take from the menace in front of you.
â
you put an effort to visit danielle at least a few times a week after work and helping hyein out with assignments.Â
danielle is always happy to see you and converse while assisting her patients, you even help out with cleaning the instruments and area despite her trying to stop you. she insists itâs okay, but youâre willing to shut her down just to help.
hyein and haerin have a field day with you two everytime youâre together within their radius. they catch you two conversing, you staring at the patients â but mostly the woman helping them out â while danielle treats them, and the playful bickering and time spent together.
âtheyâre so cute⊠if only y/n wasnât a loser.â hyein sighs, peeking at you two as you play with jerry.
âif only danielle could come to her senses.â haerin mumbles.
in return, danielle does her best to become a regular at leeâs kitchen. sheâs there every other day â sometimes sheâs theyâre consecutively â for breakfast or even during her lunch break, though usually in the mornings because the restaurant is a bit of a walk from the shelter.
both of you spend time eating together because mrs. lee is generous, which makes you wonder if hyein had convinced her to let you slack off.
you find out that danielle has a weird, but cute obsession with carrots. each side she orders gets bigger, and she even ends up getting double the sides to the point that the amount of carrots sheâs eating is more than the actual dish she orders. you marvel at this, even sending her off to work with a container of sliced carrots or giving her some each time you see her.
â
the library is a thirty minute walk from where you stay, haerin had recommended it to you because she assumed youâre âthe type of person to spend time in a library for hours â willingly.â you didnât know whether that was a compliment or not.Â
itâs been over three months in the town, youâve made friends and grown quite fond of a special, bubbly girl â but youâve never stepped foot in the library somehow.Â
walking in, youâre greeted by someone around your age, maybe a little older. sheâs a girl with long dark hair, straighter than danielleâs. sheâs wearing a button-up shirt and long linen pants, black frames sitting on her nose bridge.
âhi, welcomeââ she pauses, looking at you closely. ââyouâre⊠are you y/n? ah, iâve been wanting to meet you.â
âoh, yeah. how did youââ
âdanielle.â right, danielle, because itâs very normal and totally not making you overthink and flush at the thought of her talking about you to others. âshe mentions you a lot, showed us a picture of you and jerry.â
âus?â
âme and our other friend hanni, sheâs out and about right now though. anyways, would love to talk more, but thereâs lots to do. everything is sorted out by genre, but if you need a certain book, you can look it up on the database and use the numbers to help you out,â she explains. her voice is very smooth, and she speaks with casual ease.
you nod, appreciating the information while trying to process the fact that danielle has been talking about you.Â
as you wander through the shelves, you canât help but smile at the thought of her sharing your picture with her friends. however, youâre also a bit embarrassed because she has a lot of questionable pictures of you, ones you donât look the best in. the warmth in your cheeks persists, but itâs a comforting kind of warmth, one that makes you feel a little valued.
your fingers graze each book, youâre just browsing around without thinking much of it.
past a few bookshelves thereâs a small corner where light seeps in through a big window, and it gives a good view of the buildings across from the library. you notice a small book on the ground, narrowing your eyes at it and walking over to pick it up.
âtimestamps and twinflamesâ the title is intriguing, so you find the nearest stool and open the book up.
the first page goes over the background of the book, something about a survey and observed data with various pairs that have a different relation and relationship to each other. it states that itâs a collection of family members, friends, and couples.
âa twin flame is a concept in spiritual and metaphysical beliefs that refers to an intense soul connection with someone thought to be a person's other half. it is often described as a deep, powerful bond that goes beyond physical attraction and emotional compatibility.Â
in this book, weâve found puzzles with only two pieces, brought the pieces together, and found out their unique traits and connections.
along with this, weâve noticed a trend with their date of deathâs tattooed on them, including the time and placement.â
as you read through, everything reminds you of your parents.
âpeople run into each other for a reason, everyoneâs interactions arenât coincidences, theyâre fate. not just death is calculated by the universe, but opportunities and decisions are influenced by it too in order for individuals to meet their âtwin flame.âÂ
3% of the worlds population â that have been reported and known â have met their twin flame. most of the time itâs romantic, however platonic twin flames exist as well. many of the reports have been of romantic partners, who fit seamlessly and complement each other well.Â
the chances of meeting oneâs twin flame is very low, and individuals only have one twin flame. some people have twin flames from across the world, so it simply cannot happen. however, there are theories that twin flames meet in other universes, and itâs often depicted in media and literature. itâs not possible to find out if this theory is true, unfortunately.Â
twin flames always have the same timestamp of death, there are no exceptions to this â weâve concluded.â
youâre deep into the book, absorbing every word. the information you've just read resonates a little too well with your parents' story. you never realized there was an entire study dedicated to this phenomenon. you had always considered your parents' meeting, falling in love, and the serendipitous timing of their lives as just a beautiful coincidence, nothing more. it was something out of a movie that you had always found crazy. but now, you see them as more than a mere coincidence; theyâre a pair meticulously chosen and brought together by the universe itself â the universe.Â
"most individuals report similar experiences upon first meeting their twin flame. regardless of ageâfrom adolescents to the elderlyâthe accounts share strikingly consistent themes:
when twin flames meet, there's an immediate sense of familiarity, as if they've known each other before, despite never having met. this uncanny recognition often comes with a profound feeling that something has clicked into place, filling a void they never knew existed.
many describe a peculiar sensation coursing through their bodies, a blend of exhilaration and tranquility, as if time has momentarily stopped. in that instant, everything becomes more comprehensible, and the world seems to align in a way that it never has before."
âhm.â you look at the page, your fingers running along each word as you read.
you felt a âpeculiar sensationâ and âexhilaration and tranquilityâ when you met danielle. you shake your head â it canât be, thatâs ridiculous. you donât even have enough time to live and fulfill your time with a twin flame, why would the universe throw one at you?Â
the question doesnât stop you from considering that it could be true, but maybe youâre just searching for something to make your last few months more meaningful. itâs a 3 percent chance of meeting your twin flame, and your record of being lucky isnât the best.
(plus, your parents probably took all that luck away from you, it canât possibly happen two generations in a row.
it doesnât stop you from thinking that if danielle were your twin flame, you wouldnât be opposed to it.
youâd love it.)
and just as if the universe had alerted danielle you had thought of her, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. you reach down to pull it out, looking at the notification from her.
[danielle]
hi!
i just got off work :-)
are you busy?
i was wondering if you wanted to grab smoothies by the beach?
if youâre not busy of courseâŠ
you smile, unlocking your phone and responding immediately.
[y/n]
iâm not busy at all!
i was just reading at the library
i met your friend minji
iâll meet you down at the beach? down by the cafe
[danielle]
yay!Â
that sounds perfect y/n-ie ;-)Â
canât wait to see you! tell me about minji when weâre together
also, jerry wonât be joining us :-( heâs a very sleepy boy today
â
danielle arrives a little later than you, you take the time to buy her a smoothie while you had waited. one lychee smoothie for you, and a mango one for her â she had mentioned how much she liked mangos, and you made sure to ask for an extra carrot in the smoothie, earning a weird look from the worker.
you sit down outside on the steps, staring out at the beach until someone creeps from behind.
âhey!â danielle greets, putting both hands on your shoulders. you turn to look at her, rolling your eyes.
âyou scared the life out of me.â
âthat was the plan~â she sings, putting her hand out for you to take, urging you up. âyou bought the smoothies already?â
âmhm, thereâs a carrot in yours too, thought youâd like it.â the way her lips curve even more answers that remark. âletâs find a spot.â you insist.
she softens her gaze before nodding, you feel your heart pound against your chest
a tank top hugs her frame perfectly, its floral pattern complementing the dark linen shorts she wears. her sandals help her walk on the sand with ease as you both stroll along the beach. her hand is still intertwined with yours, and you feel your breath hitch when her grip tightens.Â
âso, how was your day?â she asks.
itâs a routine, you and danielle meeting up just because you two simply enjoy being around each other. she always asks you first, you rarely beat her to the chase.
ânormal as always.â
âoh come onnn, tell me about everything.â
âit was just the usual dani.â you state, sipping on your smoothie. âwe had breakfast and then um⊠oh, haerinâs mom came over and said hi. uhhh hyein didnât have any homework so i went to the library, i think sheâs hanging out with iroha or something. i met your friend minji, she tells me that my name is in your mouthâŠâ you look at her with raised brows, expecting an answer.
âiâ you knowâŠâ she looks down at the ground, kicking the sand. âwe spend a lot of time together â i like spending time with you. of course iâm going to tell my friends about you silly⊠anyways, what did you do at the library? did you hang with minji?â
shaking your head, you respond, âno, she was busy. i read this book though, almost two hours passed⊠i was so into it.â
âwhat a lovely book⊠you have to show it to me sometime! we can even visit minji together!â
you grin at the thought, youâd do anything if she were there with you.
âyeah, that would be great. also, the book kind of had me thinkingâŠâ you stop in your place, looking at her.Â
danielle stops too, then looks at you with a tilted head. âyeah?â
âdo you think soulmatesâ well, something more than that.â
âlike what?â
âtwin flames.â you mutter, then turn to look at the sea. âdo you think theyâre real?â
her features deepen with skepticism. âwhat?â
âlike, i donât know. i was reading the book and it was talking about people who were like, perfect for each other. you know how everyone has a destined death date? the book was talking about how everyone also has a destined person.â you explain, then lead her over to a nearby bench.Â
she sits down next to you, thinking to herself. âiâve only seen that in movies, do you think theyâre real?â
âi think my parents were twin flames.â
âis that soâŠâ
âyeah, â you mumble, taking a sip of your smoothie. âi told you that they had the same date of death right? well the book was saying that twin flames are like that. and plus, everything in the book i read resonated with them. i think theyâre real.â
danielle, stares at you for a moment. youâre leaned against the bench and staring closely at the ocean.Â
âi think thatâs a beautiful concept.â
âyeah,â you look at her again. âitâs wonderful.â
you two go silent, then you ask her how her day was to clear the strange tension in the air. your upper rib stings a bit â right where your mark is â but you ignore it as danielle tells you about a patient she had to calm down, a small kitten that had scratched her.
she ends up scooting a little closer, her shoulder touching yours until sheâs leaning against you.
your mark stings again until you put your arm around her, keeping her close.
â
later, when the sun is setting, both of you stand by the wet part of the sand. the waves crash onto it, wetting your feet in the process.
danielle kicks some water towards you, it splashes against your lower legs, making you groan. you splash water towards her, hitting so aggressively that water splashes above her knee and hits the edge of her shorts.
âoh itâs so on.â she says, running towards you. you start to rush away, but she manages to splash you right on the back of your thigh, making you yelp.
âhey!â
âpayback!â
âyou started it!â
both of you end up kicking more water at each other, shouting and laughing in the process. she runs away to tie her hair up, then rushes back and leaps onto you, grabbing hold of your arm. she pulls you deeper into the water, which rises from your ankles to your knees.
âhey, waitââ
âscared of the water?â danielle snickers, her playful brown eyes sparkling and her teeth glowing in a wide smile.
you groan, shaking your head. âoh, shut up.â
the whole ordeal escalates as she uses her hands to splash water onto you, soaking your shorts and the bottom part of your oversized t-shirt. you scowl at her, then grab her arm and push her down into the water. her surprised laugh turns into a delighted squeal as she tumbles into the waves. she pulls you down with her and now both of you drenched but grinning from ear to ear.Â
you lift yourself out of the water, shaking your head and splashing her with droplets flying from your hair.Â
ânow weâre even,â danielle says, wiping water off her face.
âabsolutely not.âÂ
you splash her again, and she yelps, then laughs. she stands up and backs away from you. you're watching her happily, then something makes you pause. her white tank top, now soaked, clings to her skin, and you catch a glimpse of ink on her rib, the same area as your own tattoo but on the opposite side; instead, itâs on her left.
before you can process it, she interrupts your thoughts with another splash. you close your eyes and spit out the salty water, groaning before you tackle her.
you two emerge from the water and stand up, facing each other and both wiping off the salty water from your faces. you use your hand to slick your hair back, then push away a chunk of hair that clings to danielleâs cheek.
âyouâre soaked.â you chuckle through a grin.
âand whoâs fault is that?â she questions sarcastically.
you shrug. âtechnically yours.âÂ
she rolls her eyes at you, then does the unexpected.Â
her eyes dart to your lips for a moment before she cups your cheek gently with one hand. your gaze shifts to meet hers as she steps closer, maintaining eye contact.Â
âyou look so cute right nowâŠâ she murmurs, brushing her thumb against the edge of your bottom lip. âcan i?â
your stomach tightens, and your heart feels like it's being squeezed as if it were one of the pet toys danielle uses to calm her patients down. unable to form a coherent response, you nod and hum, âmhm.â
danielle smiles softly, and suddenly, everything feels right. she wraps her arms around your neck, leaning in and tilting her head. you close your eyes, feeling her lips press against yours.
it's a little salty, a given considering youâve both been fighting in the ocean. but still, itâs warm and wonderful, and you feel like you might melt until youâre one with the water beneath you. she pulls back for a second, her eyes still closed and her lips ghosting over yours. then she kisses you again, and it feels like you've been hit by a tidal wave.
your hands move to her waist, pushing her closer.
she pulls away and looks at you, your faces a few inches apart.
âi like you a lot y/n.â she confesses, playing with a strand of your wet hair. âi really do.â
it hasnât really hit you in the past, you never thought about it that hard. being around danielle made you giddy and carefree, plus sheâs the prettiest woman youâve ever seen, youâve thought that since you first laid eyes on her. you donât need a second to think or clarify in your mind thatâÂ
âme too.â you practically breathe out, looking at her lovingly.Â
âiâm glad.â she says, then kisses you again. your hand brushes against her tattoo without you knowing and she shivers, pulling away. âitâs kind of cold, and late.â she mumbles, âwe should head backââ
you cut her off with another kiss, then part with a smile.Â
âyeah.â
â
hyein is wiping the tables, then hears the bell jingle. âweâre closed! come back tomorrow!â she says nicely without looking up.
âitâs me.â you say quietly.
she looks up, brows furrowing when she looks at your wet shirt and damp hair. âwhat happened to you?â she asks, âmy god, wait here, let me get a towel.â
when sheâs back with a gray towel in her hand, you put it around you and sigh happily, leaning against the wall. hyein looks at you with a weird expression, almost like youâre an idiot.
âwhatâs up with you?â
âi just kissed dani.â you say it like itâs unbelievable, maybe because it isn;t. âhyein i just kissed danielle marsh.â
hyeinâs jaw drops, she walks over to you and puts her hands on your shoulder, shaking you. âdid you really?â she questions, baffled. âdonât mess around with me!â
âiâm not.â you sigh, smiling to yourself. âiâm gonna shower.â
she groans, âhey! donât justââ
you walk away from her, smiling the whole way through and making her groan again.
â
haerin opens the door to a soaked danielle. her tank top is still sticking to her skin and her hair is still wet, but thereâs a smile on her face thatâs way brighter than usual.
âwhy are you wet?â haerin asks, letting her inside. âwhy didnât you bring swimwear.â
âi just kissed y/n.â danielle giggles, âi just kissedââ she puts a hand on haerinâs shoulder. â--y/n.â
haerin looks at her with absolute shock evident on her face. âyou what.â
âoh my god it was so perfect and even better than the movies it was so unreal andââ
âyou what?!â haerinâs jaw drops, sheâs more than overwhelmed.Â
â
danielle greets you in the morning with a kiss on the cheek before sitting down to have breakfast with you. she looks at you much more lovingly now, since her feelings are clear to you. you smile shyly when she does it.
you lead her out of the restaurant, gently playing with her fingers as you both stand outside. small promises of seeing each other later are exchanged, and when danielle pouts, you reassure her that being apart for a few hours isn't the end of the world. to emphasize your point, you quickly peck her lips, earning a bright smile in return.Â
reluctantly, she lets go of your hand and waves before starting to walk away. suddenly, she rushes back to give you one more kiss, then dashes off to make her way to work.
danielle thinks of you the whole way to work, a small smile on her lips forms and doesnât leave.
haerin is turning on the laptops at the front desk when she hears a bright and eager âgood morning!â after the door swings open. the younger girl rolls her eyes, waving at danielle.
âsomeones happy.â
âhow could i not be? guess who i just sawââ
ây/n,â haerin groans, but grins after. âwe get it, youâre in love.â
âshe gave me some extra carrots, and also a small bag of cherry tomatoes~â
haerin perks up, immediately walking over to danielle and tilting her head. danielle laughs, then fishes out a ziplock bag with ten or twelve little tomatoes inside, making haerin smile happily. she picks one out, plopping it into her mouth and chewing with a satisfied look on her face.
âtell your girlfriend i said thanks.â
danielle pulls out her phone, then snaps a picture of the happy haerin in front of her. haerin looks confused, then whines when sheâs shown the picture.
âaw, look at you!â danielle giggles, zooming in on haerinâs stuffed cheek. âyou look like a child.â
âshut up.â
âiâll show y/n this, sheâll pack more next time.â
haerin pouts, then turns around smiling at the thought of more snacks for her.
â
you spend the next month hanging out with danielle whenever you can â sheâs your girlfriend after all the fact that sheâs all yours, it makes you giddy.
you two go on a variety of dates, spend time in danielleâs room looking at her old photos and trinkets, swim at the beach, take jerry out, accompanying her at work â anything really, because anything satisfies the two of you as long as you have each other.
this time youâre in danielleâs room again, laid on her bed side ways and propping yourself up with one elbow and your face in your hands. sheâs talking about a dog she had treated at work, some shih tzu who had a temper tantrum and wouldnât stop barking at her.Â
you look at her with stars in your eyes, nodding and humming along to her rambling. sheâs sitting crissed cross in front of you, drying her hair with a towel and frowning at the mention that the shih tzu almost bit her.
âiâm sorry that happened dani.â you reach over to place a hand on her knee, rubbing it softly. âyou dont deserve the hostility.â
âi know⊠ugh, anyway.â she leans over and presses a kiss on your forehead. âyou should shower, use my towel.â
âokay okay.â you murmur, sitting up and leaning over to kiss her lips. you pull away and linger for a bit before asking, âhaerin is alright with me staying over, right?â
âyeah, youâve been feeding her tomato obsession, of course she is.â
you giggle, then get off the bed. âiâll be quick.â
âokay love.â danielle says, smiling at you.
you walk down the hall and towards the bathroom with your pajamas â a t-shirt and shorts â then lock yourself inside. you smile thinking of danielle, thinking that this is the first time youâve ever spent the night with someone youâve liked romantically.
you look at the mirror in front of you and start to strip, taking off your shirt. you pause for a moment when you catch sight of the tattoo on your rib. it's been a while since you acknowledged it. running a finger over it, you shiver, then read the text. your eyes widen as the realization hitsâyou have less than three months until your time is up.
a wave of suffocation overwhelms you. you've just formed various bonds that have made you the happiest you have been since your parents passed. hyein feels like a sister to you. mrs. lee is one of the most generous and hardworking people you knowâyou'd spend hours and hours overtime for her if she asked. and then there's haerin, who you've built a solid friendship with and can joke around with effortlessly.
the weight of it all presses down on you, making it hard to breathe.
worst of all, you and danielle are together now.Â
you've never felt so strongly for someone, anyone. sure, you loved your parents deeply and felt your heart being ripped up into shreds when they died that night, but thisâthis is different.
 something about danielle made you forget about the whole âdestined deathâ thing. she eased your worries and stopped your mind from spinning. she grounded you so your feet stayed down on earth instead of floating away into the space of your sorrow, and youâd bring the moon down for her on the way if she asked.
now, with less than three months left, it's all going to end. you'll lose everything and everyone youâve built up in this town. how dumb could you be? thinking this was some stupid last resort, without considering the harm youâd cause. you'll leave everyone feeling as you did beforeâlost and alone. you're selfish, you're terrible. thatâs all that runs in your mind.
it feels like the wind has been knocked out of you, or that youâve stood up too quickly. you grip the sides of the sink for support, breathing shakily as you stare at your reflection. the room seems to close in around you as the weight of your situation presses down, making it hard to breathe.
â
danielle has been on her phone for over thirty minutes, her eyes drifting repeatedly to the closed door, worry etched across her face. just as she considers checking on you, the door opens, and you emerge in your pajamas with wet hair. the sight of danielle's face lighting up with happiness and relief eases you instantly, as if you hadnât just spiraled in the bathroom moments before.
her smile is a balm to your frayed nerves, and the tension in your chest loosens. you take a deep breath, grateful for the small comfort of her presence. danielle sets her phone aside and moves towards you, her concern evident.
"everything okay?" she asks softly, her eyes searching yours.
you nod, forcing a smile. "yeah."
she pulls you into a gentle hug, and you allow yourself to relax in her embrace, letting the warmth of her affection wash over you. in that moment, everything feels a little more bearable, and you cling to that feeling, hoping it can carry you until you perish.
âyou took long.â danielle teases. âmissed you.â
âwas it that long?â
ânoâŠâ danielle mutters, putting her arms around your neck. âbut i started to worry.â she adds, pouting a bit.
âiâm sorry, i was just⊠zoning out.â
âyeah?â
âyeah.â you say, then tilt your head a bit.Â
danielle plays with your hair, her fingers massaging your scalp as she gazes at you lovingly. she gently rubs her thumb over your flushed skin, finding you utterly adorable. your face is warm from the hot shower, and she tiptoes to kiss you, smiling into it and humming, satisfied.
both of you stay close in that moment, lips pressing together, parting, and then reuniting. it's soft and sweet, with danielle's fingers threading through your hair and your own hand subtly tracing along her waistline.
when she finally pulls away, she bites the inside of her lip, looking at you with a fond smile. "hey⊠close the door?"
"hm? okay." you comply, stepping back just enough to push the door closed with your fingers.
as the door clicks shut, danielle pulls you by the wrist, her lips crashing against yours. you gasp in surprise but quickly reciprocate, eager and fervent. her hands glide up and down the base of your neck, applying just enough pressure to rile you upâsuccessfully so.
your hand rests above her waist, and you pull her closer, bodies pressing together as your lips savor each other like you're both famished. danielle bites your bottom lip lightly, making you groan softly and part your lips.
"daniâ" you breathe out, your fingers grasping at her shirt.Â
she moves down to your jawline, leaving a trail of soft pecks that lead to your neck. her kisses are light, making you sigh as you shift yourselves toward her bed. you slowly maneuver yourself on top of her, your movements synchronized and unhurried, savoring every touch and kiss.
ây-youâre really eager, arenât you?â
âi canât help itâŠâ she says into your skin. âyouâre just soâŠâ
she finishes attacking your neck and pulls away to meet your flustered face, smiling as she rubs your cheeks with both thumbs. the searing heat on your cheeks warms up her own skin.
â...adorable.â danielle mutters.Â
â...whatever.â
your hands rest at her waist, fingers fiddling with the edge of her shirt. you look at her, silently asking, âis this okay?â her response is to gently push your hand under her shirt, guiding your fingers to brush against her warm skin. the contact makes her bite her lip, a small sigh escaping her.
slowly, you slide your hand upwards, feeling the smooth curve of her side until your fingers rest just above her ribs. as your touch hovers over the ink on her skin, she gasps softly, the sound barely audible but full of emotion.Â
you pause for a moment, looking into her eyes, and see nothing but trust and desire. encouraged, you let your fingers trace the outline of her tattoo, feeling her shiver beneath your touch. her breathing quickens, and she closes her eyes, lost in the sensation.
danielle's hands find their way to your shoulders, pulling you closer. your lips meet again, more urgently this time, as if the world outside has ceased to exist.Â
you begin to pepper kisses along her jawline and neck, mimicking her earlier actions. danielle giggles as you do so, her hands moving through your hair. the previous intensity between you shifts to a more playful intimacy. you kiss her repeatedly, nipping at her skin and nudging your nose against her, eliciting another small laugh and a gentle tug at your hair.
the moment is lighthearted and warm until a knock at the bedroom door startles both of you. you practically jump off her, your cheeks burning with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. danielle clears her throat, quickly fixing her hair before getting up to answer the door.
"j-just a second," she calls out, giving you a reassuring smile before opening the door to see who it is. she clears her throat, answering, âyes?â and patting herself down before she opens the door to meet haerin. âoh, hey.â
âcan we talk?â haerin says a bit seriously, making danielle look at her closely.Â
again, danielle clears her throat before turning to you. youâre avoiding any eye contact with haerin, simply shooting a thumbs up and running a hand through your hair to fix it up.
âyeah, of course.â she closes the door behind her, looking at haerin with a concerned expression. haerin looks worried, even looking at danielle with some type of pity and sadness. âis everything okay?â
âdanielle, we⊠need to talk aboutâ you know.â haerin mutters, pointing bashfully at danielleâs upper rib. âyeah.â
danielle tilts her head and her eyes flicker with confusion before she understands.
âoh.â
âi checked the date today,â haerin starts, looking at the ground. âyou have little time, donât you?â
âhaerin, donât worry about it.â
âitâs not just me. does y/n even know? i donât even know when exactly, but that fact that i can predict the time is enough for me to worry. and what will you do? you and y/n? youâre going toââ haerin gulps, clenching her jaw as she tries to compose herself. tears well up in her eyes as she continues, âyouâre going to be gone and⊠y/n doesnât know.â
danielle looks at haerin with tears forming in her eyes as well. her bottom lip twitches looking at the younger girl before she speaks, âbecause i made the mistake of even hinting it, okay? look at you, and i bet minji, hanni, and hyein are stressed by it. itâsâ look. iâve been doing a great job at getting past it, okay? just⊠let me live the most i can.â danielle huffs, blinking and a tear falls. âi donât have the most time anyway, not all of us are lucky enough to live past thirty.â
âdaniââ haerin begins, but danielle just shakes her head, wiping her tear away.Â
"stop, just stop. i donât want to think about it." itâs selfish, danielle knows it, but something about you makes her realize how much sheâs missed out on in life. loving you is something she experienced late, yet it's the best thing thatâs ever happened to her. from the moment she first laid eyes on you, something clicked.Â
an inexplicable urge pushed her to have breakfast with you that first time. then, she needed to see you again and again until her heart felt content and the burden of her tattoo faded away. you gave her clarity, a peace of mind she hadnât known before. of course spending time with her friends and whatnot gave her some moments that were stress free, but she always came back home, laid in bed, and thought about her fate. however the more time she spent with you, the more the weight of her worries lifted, replaced by the lightness of your presence until it was like the whole tattoo thing didnât exist or matter.
danielle feels a sense of urgency and desperation, knowing how fleeting these moments could be. but for now, with you by her side, everything feels right. it almost feels like you can be the one to break the whole âcurse.â
(itâs nothing like that, just unlucky fate that danielle canât seem to accept.)
âiâm going to go spend time with y/n.â danielle says after clearing her throat. haerin looks at her, mouth slightly open and tears practically spilling out her waterline.
â
you lay in bed with a hand on your tattoo and staring up at the ceiling. the door opens and you sit up eagerly, meeting danielle with slightly watered eyes and a tinted pink nose.
âsorry about thatâŠâ she says shyly, her lips pursing in to a smile. âhaerin and i had a little um, talk.â
âare you okay?â she steps close enough for you to put a hand on her cheek and feel the moisture from the remnants of tears. âwere you crying?â
âitâs nothing,â she assures, turning to kiss your hand.Â
she moves to turn off the lamp on the bedside table before laying down next to you and scooting up so her head is on your shoulder. your arm finds itâs away around to push her closer and she snuggles into you. you make a move to kiss her forehead, hearing a soft hum when you keep your lips on her skin.
âhey, y/n?â
âyeah?â
âwhat would you do if you had little time to live?â you fall silent from her question, feeling your throat tighten up.Â
danielle feels a hand in her hair, your finger twirls a strand of it. âwhatâs with the question?â
âiâm just curious.â
âwell,â you start, moving over so you can turn on your side and face your grilfriend fully. âiâd move to the beach,â you put a hand on her cheek, tracing patterns onto her skin. âand find my way from there.â
âreally?â
âyeah.â you nod. âmy parents died at the beach actually. they thought they could beat their fate if they were the happiest people on earth.â your voice gets softer and danielle focuses on your features closely. âthey didnât beat it, but they were still the happiest people until their fate. iâd like to be like that.â
âare you happy?â danielle asks, holding your hand tightly.Â
âof course i am.â your hand moves down to danielleâs shoulder and your palm rubs against it. âi think iâve been the happiest iâve ever been just after knowing you exist.â
âmaybe i am your twin flame.â danielle jokes.
âmaybe.â thereâs only one way to know that, but you canât ask to see danielleâs tattoo, because then sheâd ask for yours and you couldnât possibly show someone as lucky as her your destined date. âwhat would you do if you had little time?â
danielle wants to confess everythingâthe limited time she has left, the emotions eating her up since she found out she wouldnât even make it to twenty. she wants to spill her heart, to tell you how she had planned to keep everyone she knew close and spend all the time she could with them. but now, all she wants is to be with you until fate decides her time is up.
but danielle doesnât say any of that.Â
instead, she cups your cheek, her thumb brushing against your soft skin with tender care. she leans in, her breath warm against your face, and gently kisses your nose before scooting into your arms.
âi donât know, maybe spend time with you a little more.â
â
time is running out, and youâre the only one who knows.
itâs less than three weeks until youâre gone, until youâre nothing but a body and a silent heart.
(unless something brutal happens to you, then you wouldnât be just a body â you really hope you wonât be fated to some horror movie ending.)
you've been making a boatload of excuses, claiming you're too busy to head over to the shelter or too sick. you've even found ways to dodge dates and quality time with danielle, sometimes by mentioning hyein. and tutoring hyein is a whole other story, itâs become another casualty of your avoidance tactics, with frequent claims of not feeling well or having headachesâanything to stay cooped up in your room or sulking by the beach. you hate doing this, but you convince yourself itâll make the inevitable separation less painful; everyone will thank you sooner or later.
in this time, youâve burned yourself on the wok more than usual, two or three times in one workday. each time, mrs. lee hears you curse loudly. she sits you down repeatedly, her concerned eyes searching yours, asking if everything is alright. each time, you give her a shaky breath and a feeble shake of your head, unable to muster more than that.
your heart feels heavy with every excuse, every lie, and every burn. you hope that distancing yourself now will make the eventual farewell easier, but the weight of your decision only grows heavier. mrs. leeâs concern, danielleâs confusion, and hyeinâs disappointment haunt you, but you push through, believing itâs for the best.
when you burn yourself three times and cut your index finger once, mrs. lee grabs you and sits you down right in the living room after work. she doesnât bat an eye at hyein, who walks in on the scene of her grandmother standing across from you with her arms crossed, her expression a mix of anger and concern. instead, mrs. lee sends hyein to her room. surprisingly, hyein doesnât talk back. she looks at you with worry, then slowly moves herself up the stairs and down the hallway to her room.
you lean against the counter behind you, gripping it tightly. the bandaid on your finger loosens.
"are you going to tell me whatâs bothering you, or are you going to keep bottling it up?" mrs. lee's voice is firm but gentle.
"nothing is wrong," you respond, your voice flat and unconvincing.
mrs. lee's eyes narrow slightly, her concern deepening. "donât lie to me. iâve seen you struggling. youâve been out of it and now youâre hurting yourself more. i know you, you can handle cooking the hot dishes in your sleep, so what is wrong?â
your grip on the counter tightens as you avoid her gaze. "iâm fine. really."
she steps closer, her voice softening. "i care about you. whatever it is, you donât have to go through it alone. did you and danielle break up? is that what this is?â
ân-no, no. thank god no.â you feel a lump forming in your throat, but you stubbornly shake your head. "i just... i canât talk about it."
mrs. lee sighs, her frustration evident, âno, iâm not letting you justââ
âi have less than three weeks to live.â you choke out, looking down at the ground and feeling your body go weak. the counter holds you up.
mrs. lee looks at you, utterly shocked. âwhat?â
âthatâs it. i donât have much time.â tears blur your vision as you look back at her, and mrs. lee looks at you with all kinds of emotion.
âare you serious?â she asks, and you nod, lifting up your shirt so that the ink on your upper rib is visible. you accidentally sob, tears falling down your cheek as mrs. lee reads the date.Â
you close your eyes and turn away, unable to even look at her. a few seconds later you feel arms around your body, like someone is hugging you, and open your eyes to see her hair. sheâs hugging you tight, rubbing your back comfortingly.
âiâm sorry, iâm sorry i didnât tell you, iâm sorry i justââ
âdear, no, no. itâs okay, itâs alright. everything is okay.â
âis it?â you ask in between a sob. âiâm so selfishâŠâ
âeveryone is when it comes to this.â she says, then turns to look at your clearly. she wipes away your tears, then places her hands on your shoulder. âmy best cook has to retire soonâŠâ
you giggle softly, her attempt at easing the tension working. âiâm sorry.â
âitâs okay, it will all be alright.â
she hugs you again, and then you hear another sob coming from where the stairs are. hyein stands on the steps, holding the wooden railing with her hand covering her mouth and her eyes widened in disbelief.
ây/n,â hyeinâs voice is shaky. âyouâre dying soon?â
âhyein you werenât supposed toââ
âare you really?â
you purse your lips and break away from her grandma, walking over to hug her. she hugs you back and sobs into you, her voice muffled into your shirt. iâm sorry.â you murmur, rubbing her back. âiâm really sorry, iâm so so sorryââ
âyou idiotâŠâ hyein mumbles. âis that why youâve been avoiding me?â
âiâm sorry⊠i just didnât want you to miss me.âÂ
she parts from you and punches your shoulder, then wipes away her tears and sniffles. âiâd kill you for dying just like that, now we have to spend as much time we can.â
mrs. lee nods, looking at the two of you. âiâm firing you, you need to spend the most time you can.â
âhey waitâ i really like this cooking gig, please donât do that.â
âfine, two week notice.â
you manage to giggle even in the pressure of the moment, feeling the weight of your fate pushing down on you.
âokay, okay.â
hyein starts again, asking you with a concerned face, âand what about haerin? and especially your girlfriend?â
âiââ you lower your head. âi donât want them to pity me, i just want to spend time with them normally. can you be the one to apologize for me?â
âwow y/n⊠youâre a terrible person.â hyein mumbles, her eyes starting to water again.Â
âi know, iâm sorry.â
she punches your shoulder again before hugging you. âiâm kidding. thereâs nothing we can do, just promise me youâll spend more time? no more saying youâre sick? maybe iâllââ she sniffles, â--believe it on the last day if you say it though.â
you sob a little before hugging her tightly, humming in response. mrs. lee joins in and your arms wrap around both of them, all of you shedding tears.
â
haerin and danielle sit with jerry, whoâs blinking slow and laying on the counter. danielle looks at him fondly, petting his fur.Â
âi donât think he has much time left.â danielle informs, rubbing by his ears.
itâs ironic and almost perfect, danielle and (practically) her own dog dying soon.
haerin frowns, looking between the two.
âwill you be okay?â
danielle smiles sadly, petting under his mouth. âweâll meet again.â
haerin hums in response, petting jerry as well. âwill we?â she asks suddenly, practically under her breath.
the younger girl feels an arm around her pulling her into a side hug. haerin gulps, hugging danielle tight.
âof course.â
silence follows as the three of them sit there together, no one says anything, jerry shuffles into danielleâs hand more, and all of them try to bear the fate that waits for them. haerin pulls away, looking at danielle with watery eyes.
âwill you ever tell y/n? you know, that itâs soon?â
danielle shakes her head, then softly says, âi canât put that weight on her. if iâm going to spend time with the love of my life, i want every moment to be happy from now on.â then danielle puts her hand on haerinâs shoulder, squeezing it tight. âand you donât need to worry about me, okay? letâs spend time being happy.â
haerin doesnât know what sheâll do without danielle, she doesnât know what anyone in the town could do. if the sun had ceased to exist, their little town would still be radiant and lively just because danielle had been around.
â
hyein and haerin eat lunch by the arcade they always go to. the sun is shining down on them, making haerin sweat along her hairline and hyein fan herself with a plastic plate.Â
youâre gone in a week, and hyein is doing anything she can to prepare for it. she tries to keep herself happy and uplifted by going out with haerin, but it seems like haerin is dealing with her own thing. sheâs usually quiet, but right now sheâs dead silent, poking at her rice bowl.
âis everything okaââ hyein pauses when she watches haerin put her face in her hands, rubbing her face and groaning as her shoulders tense up. âwhat happened?â hyein questions, eyes widening.
âi hate these goddamn tattoos.â
âyou donât die for another like, thirty years haerin.â
âitâs not me.â
âwho?â
haerin purses her lips and looks up at hyein, whoâs gazing at her worriedly. haerin shakes her head, then sighs out, âdanielle.â
âyou told me before, is it that soon? already?â hyein starts to panic, not only are you done for soon, but even mo dani.
âshe wonât tell me the exact date, i think in a week or two orââ haerin groans, putting her head down on the table. â--i donât know! itâs just, i⊠i donât know what to do.â
hyein bites the inside of her lip and pats haerinâs head, then says, âi know how you feel.â
she hears the older girl scoff lightly, âright.â
ây/n.â
haerin lifts her head up and looks at hyein intensely, then looks at her baffled. âwhat?â she practically chokes out, ây/n?â
âi shouldnât tell you, but⊠her and danielle, itâs heartbreaking just thinking about it.â
âhey hey,â haerin snaps her fingers twice at hyein, ây/n is dying soon? are you serious?â
âin a week â less than i think.â
haerin sits there and processes all the information sheâs just received before responding again, âshould we tell them?â haerin asks, then stops to rethink. âactually, letâs not.â
âwhat?â hyein looks at her like sheâs an idiot. âwhy not?â
âjust let them be, the mention of death might make things worse for them. have you seen them, itâs like they were made for each other. what if y/n dies before dani? or the other way around? just let it be.â
hyein contemplates, staring at haerin worriedly again.
âfine,â the younger one sighs, âokay.â
â
you have a little over forty-eight hours until your time is up. you've spent every waking moment with those you care about, keeping your routine largely unchanged.
you still help hyein after school, hanging out with her at the little comic and antique store whenever you have time. the two of you take as many pictures as you can with her grandpa's old film camera, creating memories that will last. hyein wants to keep a piece of you with her always, something to look back on when she misses you. sometimes, haerin joins you, even coming over before her shifts to spend time with you both. these moments, surrounded by the people you love, fill you with a bittersweet joy. you're cherishing every second, knowing that your time is running out, and hoping these memories will live on in the hearts of those you leave behind.
along with hyein, you spend lots of time with her grandma. the two of you talk late at night and in the mornings, mrs. lee shares more stories from her youth and memorable moments of hyein. she talks about her late husband more often, revealing how much he influenced hyein's playful personality. you still help cook for the regulars despite mrs. lee telling you to just relax, but you love what you do â serving their meals and satisfying people until your favorite face comes into view after the bell above the restaurant door jingles.
you still eat breakfast with danielle, though lately, you've been choosing to sit outside to people-watch while you both soak in the sun. sometimes, the people-watching turns into dani-watching. you find yourself trying to memorize every feature and detail of her faceâfrom the curve of her nose to the crinkle in her eyes when an animal passes by, the small beauty marks on her cheek, and the faint freckles on her skin.Â
time is running out, and you can only pray that you'll be able to carry the memory of the person you love with you even after you die. wherever you go, you want to keep danielle tattooed in your mind, every detail of her face etched into your memory.
even as you two walk along the boardwalk, your eyes are focused on danielle. sheâs looking in the distance, the sun is going to set soon.
before you know it, sheâs turning back to you, catching you staring.
âsomething on my face?â
âno, no.â you mumble, putting your hands in your pockets and smiling down at jerry, who is struggling to walk in a straight line. you smile, then admit, âiâm very fond of your face.â
danielle giggles, then locks her fingers with yours. âi feel the same way about you miss l/n.â
âiâm very glad miss marsh.â
âwould love to be your mrs. someday.â danielle mutters shyly, then looks up at you and you swear her eyes are shimmering. âif youâd let me.â
your heart simultaneously flutters and cracks into a few pieces. you move her hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it and saying, âi wouldnât want anything else but for you to be mrs. for eternity.â
âmhm, that sounds like a dream.â
the two of you walk in silence for a moment longer, comfortable beside each other with jerryâs steps getting all jumbled up. danielle smiles sadly at him, knowing he doesnât have much time left. you look at him, then at danielle, feeling the exact same way.
danielle feels you squeeze her hand tighter, then her gaze shifts to you. you look her in the eyes for five seconds and donât say a single thing, the only thing that registers in your mind is that sheâs the person youve needed your whole life.
maybe if you had more time youâd spend every morning having breakfast with her in mrs. leeâs restaurant, and on your days off she could even take you to one of her favorite spots. if you had more time youâd spend more time tracing patterns onto her skin and leaving gentle kisses there too, and youâd give anything just to have one more day having a stupid, meaningless conversation with her too.Â
sheâs all that youâve been searching for, and you donât recall searching for anything in the first place.
âwhat?â she asks, âare you okay?â
âi love you so much.â you say suddenly, catching her offguard. âlike, iâd look for you in a room full of hundreds of people, no doubt.â
âwhatâs with the suddenââ you peck her lips cutting her off and pausing her in place. â--affectionâŠâ
âi just love you, so much, always.â
âare you okay?â
âjust lovesick.â you sigh, tightening your jaw.Â
danielle shakes her head, looking at you confusedly but smiling regardless. her smile could be the sun and youâd still stare at it until youâre blinded for life â not that you have that much life left anyway.
âalright silly. i love you even more, you know?â
âno way.â
âiâm not going to argue with you because iâm right.â danielle chuckles, her hand moves to caress the base of your neck. âi love you forever and wherever and always.â
âlikewise, but ten times more.â
âyou canât multiply infinity by ten.â
âwell i just did it in my mind.â
âiâm gonna blow you up in my mind.â
âyeah but not before you think of me all lovingly.â danielle shoves your shoulder hearing the remark, you simply laugh.
â
itâs time, and youâd rather die than â well, die.
you hadnât been able to sleep, staying up until the sun started to rise and sleep eventually took over. you made a small prayer in your head that you wouldnât die in your sleep or due to staying up so late â or early for that matter â just so you could see everyone at least one more time.
you wake a few hours after you had passed out and the day had already gone by, it was already three hours afternoon and everyone â haerin, hyein, and mrs. lee â was looking at you worriedly as you woke up.
before you can process any of it, haerin and hyein shake you awake even more, you jolt up and almost hit your head on the bedframe.
âw-what? how long was i out, what time is it? whatâs happening â am i dead?â
ây/n,â haerin says quickly, face full of worry. her brows are furrowed so deeply that more wrinkles than you can count on one hand are visible, and the rest of the bunch looks just as concerned. âitâs storming outside, itâs crazy.â
âis it?â
hyein grabs your hand, then nods. âdanielle, sheâs out there.â
you stand up immediately upon hearing this, eyes widening as you gasp, âwhat? is she crazy?â
âjerry ran out, heâs missing. we couldnât find him and danielle went out to find him. itâs pouring, and it seems like itâll thunder or â i donât know, something!â haerin says hurriedly, looking at you all distressed and bother. âi donât know where she is, iâ we donât know what to do.â
âwhere did you see her run off?â you ask.
âtowards the beachââ hyein gets cuts off when you hug her and the other two tightly, you practically pull them into your arms, itâll probably be the last time theyâre in them anyway. hyein watches a tear flow down your cheek as well as your bottom lip trembling, looking at you worriedly. her eyes widen just as yours did when she watches you tear away and head towards the door. â--y/n, no way youâre going out in thisââ
âhyein.â youâre crying, youâre crying so hard and your chest is tightening so hard that youâre terrified you might just collapse right then and there. âi donât have muchâ hell, i donât have any time left. today is the day, thereâs nothing stopping me. if i die, it might as well be because iâm searching for the light of my life.â
the three look at you with tears streaming down their skin, mrs. lee sobs softly before nodding in understanding. hyein looks at you in disbelief, and haerin mirrors the younger girls expression.
you purse your lips before heading out the door, through the restaurant, and finally outside.Â
itâs raining like crazy, you can barely see. thereâs no way danielle went out in these conditions.Â
an umbrella flies past you and you have to jump out of the way so it doesnât hit you â thereâs no way youâd let an umbrella kill you.Â
you start running as fast as you can toward the beach, ignoring the slight burn of the raindrops hitting you harder now that youâre running against the flow. you run as fast as you can and ignore the burn in your legs from not warming up, the only thing in your mind is danielle. she has to be crazy.
you reach the beach in less than ten minutes, huffing like crazy as you scan the area. the rain has died down just slightly, but youâre still soaking and getting hit by droplets falling down aggressively.Â
in the corner of your eye, you catch someone running along the boardwalk and hear a familiar voice calling out âjerry!â
danielle.
immediately, you run towards the sound and barely visible figure, then bump into her accdientally, making the two of you nearly trip and fall over on the ground. danielle squints her eyes at you, then widens them and yells, ây/n?â
âare you fucking crazy?â you shout, âitâs crazy out here, why would you run out like that?â
you canât really tell in the rain, but you manage to catch how red her nose is and the slight pink in her eyes. sheâs been crying.
âj-jerry, he just⊠he ran out. y/n, he doesnât have much time, iâ i canâtââ
the two of you turn your heads when you hear a bark in the distance, looking toward there the sound had come from and doing your best to find out what caused it. danielle starts to run towards the beach, and you immediately dash right after her, following without thinking.Â
âjerry?â she calls out at the top of her lungs, running closer to where the water is. âjerry!â
in the distance, you make out a small dog like figure. itâs jerry, thereâs no doubt about it. the color of the furm the snout, and the familiar bark all give it away; thereâs no way itâs not jerry.
she starts to take off her shoes, and before she can dart into the water â the water the splashes against the sand roughly, the waves getting bigger and bigger â you stop her, grabbign her wrist tightly and holding her back.
âare you insane?â you question her, brows creased in disbelief, worry, and care. âyouâll drown.â
âjerry is going to die.â
âdanielle, youâll die.â
âi know.â
you canât believe her, sheâs soaked and her hair is almost covering one of her eyes. she tries to loosen the grip you have on her with her other hand, but you donât budge. instead, you look at her, trembling.
âwhat do you mean âyou knowâ?â
danielle shakes her head, desperately pushing you away. âlet me go! please y/n, jerry isââ
âdanielle what do you mean?â
the split second you loosen your grip, danielle manages to break free. she darts towards the ocean, running into the water and disappearing without giving you an explanation.Â
you bite your lip, then run after her. youâre dying today anyway, and if itâs for danielle, youâd be more than happy to perish like this.
danielle is desperately swimming towards jerry, whoâs already much deeper in the ocean past where most people can even swim. itâs probably meters deep, and yet, danielle is still swimming relentlessly, you follow her and manage to nearly catch up somehow, trying to stop her.
âdanielle!â water fills your mouth as you call for her, she turns back to see you struggling and hesitates. âp-pleaseââ a wave hits you and you try to fight back up, spitting out the mix of rain and salty water. âyouâll dieââ
ây/n!â she yells, worriedly swimming towards you and managing to grab your hand.Â
she does her best to pull you above the water, but oyuâre heavier and it almost sinks her down too. you manage to fight back up, holding onto her hand tightly as you fight for air.
ây-youâre an idiot.â you gasp, breathing in and out deeply. âyouâre going to die.â
âwhy did you follow me?â danielle asks, doing her best to keep her head above the water. âyouâll die.â
âdanielle,â you give up, letting your body slightly relax as every emotion youâve ever felt hits you in the face. âi know. iâm dying today and if itâs for you then iâll gladly do so.â
âwhat?â
âjuly 22nd, danielle. thereâs a tattoo on my upper rib that has todayâs date on it, iâm gone today, itâs inevitable.â
the rain water hits her face and makes her fight for air, but even while she does so, the shock on her face is clear as day.Â
âare you serious?â
âyes! i need you to live on even if i canât, please, justââ
she sobs, you hear her so clearly and youâre taken aback.Â
âyou idiot! me too.â
âwhat?â
âjuly 22nd, 2024.â Â she says plainly, âon my upper left rib, y/n.â
you canât speak â or breathe for that matter, but maybe thats just the water filling up your nose and mouth as the waves get worse. somehow, you laugh defeatedly, then smile at her.Â
âweâre going to die together,â you manage to say, almost happily. âdanielle, weâreââ
she silences you with a look, swimming closer until her arms wrap around you. without a word, she kisses you as if it's the last thing you'll ever do. miraculously, there's no taste of seawaterâjust something sweet, tender, and life-saving. the kiss is deep and enveloping, making you feel as if you're floating on air rather than nearly drowning in water. time seems to stand still as her lips convey everything words cannot, leaving you breathless and profoundly connected.
before you can fully process the moment, a wave crashes over you both. instead of fighting for air, you close your eyes tighter, wrapping your arms around danielle, holding her as if youâll never let go. she mirrors your actions, clinging to you like itâs the last thing sheâll ever do. when you part for a brief second, neither of you opens your eyes, the seawater will make it feel like your pupils are burning. danielle rests her head in the crook of your neck as you two tumble int he water, the world around you dissolves, leaving just the two of you holding onto each other until everything fades into black.
...
youâre at the beach for your sixteenth birthday, somewhere warm and nice. your parents found a great deal online, the place was a four hour train ride and the views along the way were wonderful..Â
thereâs no tattoo on your rib, and your parents are only absent because theyâre fetching you ice cream from the hotel lobbyânot because theyâre gone forever. you stare out at the sea, feeling the sun kiss your features, hoping the tint on each peak of your face wonât be too harsh. you made sure to apply extra sunscreen anyway.
hugging your knees, you hum along to a chet baker song playing on your phone. suddenly, with no warning at all, your earbuds are yanked from your ears, and a dog is all over you, licking your shoulder, then your cheek, and pulling away to look at you with its tongue out and tail wagging happily.
you jump from the unexpected arrival but quickly dissolve into giggles, reaching out to pet the dog. its joyful energy is contagious, and you find yourself laughing and playing along, forgetting everything else as you bask in the simple, pure joy of the moment.Â
the dog seems oddly familiar, as if youâd met it before. you shrug it off, thereâs tons of dogs that look like the one in front of you.
however, there arenât many â probably zero â people that look like the girl running up towards you, quickly moving her dog away from you and apologizing.
âiâm so sorry!â she looks about your age, plus, her voice is really nice to the ears. âjerry, you need to learn some manners!â
the dog whines, rubbing against the girls legs and hiding behind her.Â
the girl is wearing a floral top and striped shorts, her hair long and flowing past her chest, moving perfectly in the breeze like a scene from a movie. her hair is dark and wavy, framing her face beautifully. she looks at you curiously, her large eyes framed by long, pretty eyelashes. words fail you, but she beats you to the punch.
"you have pretty eyes," she states, seemingly unfazed by the oddity of the situation. "have we met before?"
suddenly, you feel shy. this very pretty girl with a very sweet voice has just complimented you, and it seems like she knows you. maybe sheâs the daughter of your parentsâ friends, someone whoâs heard of you before? you donât really know.
you struggle to find your voice, but finally manage a response. "iâ iâm sorry⊠i donât think weâve met.â as soon as it comes out of your mouth, you want to take it right back because youâre observing her a little closer, finding more details of her face that stand out and make you blush a little more and realize that she really does seem familiar. you canât tell where youâve seen her, but thereâs a strange familiarity.Â
âhm, i see.â she smiles warmly, her eyes lighting up as she puts her hand out. "iâm danielle.â she introdcuues, then points to her dog. âthis is jerry.â
âmy name is y/n.â
âyour name is really nice.â
âyours is too.â
the two of you stare at each other, both seemingly trying to decipher the strange click you felt upon meeting. her dog, now less shy, nudges you, making you laugh and pet him adoringly.
"my dog seems to like you," danielle mumbles, "thatâs odd. heâs shy with everyone but haerin..."
"iâm just as surprised as you are," you say, tilting your head away as the dog suddenly jumps up and starts to lick your collarbone. "my friend hyein is much better with animals; they love her."
"well, you must be special then."
you don't respond, instead smiling and patting down a space for this mysterious girl to sit next to you. she smiles back, then jerry sits between you two, wagging his tail and looking between you both proudly, as if this meeting were his plan all along.
...
everyone had questioned how young you two got married, but everyone who actually knew you â hyein, haerin, and everyone else youâve mingled with closely along the way â know that the timing is more than perfect, maybe even too late.Â
(hyein still scolds you for postponing your proposal because you didnât have the guts to do it.)
youâre twenty and have been married to danielle for six months. there's a ring on your finger, and sheâs your mrs., your lover, your wifeâyour everything. sheâs the reason youâre up early on a sunday morning, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving her alone in bed. but it doesnât matter because youâre busy doing her laundry and opening the tin of new coffee beans from australia that danielle insisted on buying at three in the morning when they were on sale.
(âtheyâre roasted in my hometown! pleaseâŠâ
âthe shipping is over half of the actual tinâŠâ you sigh, but danielle gives you puppy eyes and you give in. âfine.â
she kisses you on the lips, almost knocking you over even as you sit beside each other on the bed. âi love you.âÂ
it sounds like a prayer coming from her.)
the scent of fresh laundry fills the living room as you fold her bottoms and hang her clothes. suddenly, you feel arms wrapping around your waist from behind and a kiss on the nape of your neck. danielle's presence warms you, her embrace making the mundane task feel special.Â
âmorning,â she murmurs, her breath tickling your skin. you lean back into her, feeling the love and contentment radiate between you. the laundry can wait; in this moment, all that matters is the connection you share, the life you've built together, and the promise of many more mornings just like this.
âwell good morning mrs. marsh.â
âgood morning mrs. l/n.â danielle giggles into your clipped up hair, then sighs happily. âyou smell like detergent, i want you.â
you let out a pftt and turn around to put your hand on her cheek and kiss her forehead. she hums and attempts to kiss your lips, but you pause her, putting a hand over her mouth.
âdid you brush?â
a muffled, whiny âyesâ is heard from her before she pushes her hand and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. she smells like toothpaste and lavender, you love it â you love her.
âhey sweetheart,â she starts, twirling the strand that pokes out of the claw clip. âi had the craziest dream.â
âyeah? what was it about.â you ask, then part from her to fold one of the jeans danielle had gifted you when you two were seventeen.Â
âyou were in it and we had matching tattoos.â
âis that so?â
she hums, then continues, âand the tattoos were on the same place â upper rib â but on opposite sides. it had the date july 22nd, 2024 inked on it. apparently that was when we died.â
âthatâs odd, we got married that day.â
âthatâs what i was thinking! i donât know⊠it was such a weird dream.â
you stack your bottoms on top of each other and grab danielleâs hand, leading her over to the kitchen of your shared apartment. âtell me more, but firstââ you grab your weighed out grinds of coffee and put them in your coffee puck. âwhat would you like?â
âlatte with almond milk please â hot.â
âon it mrs.â you grin, then kiss her cheek before getting to work. âcontinue with your dream, please.â
âright.â she hops up on the counter and dangles her feet. you smile at her wavy, disheleved bedhead still present as she goes on, âwe fell in love, had a dog named jerry, and then we drowned.â
you pause in your place after putting the puck in the machine and pressing âbrew,â then turn to face your wife with a baffled expression.
âoh.â
âi know right! and then it switched to something else where we met on the beach, your eyes were still pretty, and the same dog in the last dream made me run into you. itâs like it switched from one universe to another.â
you giggle, walking over to place your hands on the counter. she wraps her legs around your waist, then holds your face in her hands.
âthatâs crazy,â you nearly whisper, starstruck. âwow.â
âi know! oh my gosh⊠i think those multiverse movies youâre making me watch are catching up.â
âor maybe weâre in love and meant to be in each universeâŠâ you half-tease, but all of you hopes itâs true. âweâre like our own angsty romance movie or something.â
danielle rolls her eyes and you laugh before heading over to finish her morning coffee. she blows her drink a few times, then sips, closing her eyes, evidently satisfied with her beverage. you smile and subconsciously rub your ring with your thumb, hopping up on the counter to sit with her and dangle your feet as she leans her head on your shoulder.
youâd love to be with danielle in every universe, even if it were for a few months, years, or even days. any time with her would be a blessing.
she kisses your knuckles and it feels like youâre floating, like thereâs nothing to worry about. as long as sheâs beside you and in your life, whichever one that is, you know that youâll be content regardless of any circumstance.
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BAD REPUTATION | LUKE CASTELLAN
BIG REPUTATION â CHAPTER 01
pairing luke castellan x fem!ares!reader
summary upon her arrival at camp half-blood, y/n quickly captures the attention of the gods and the heart of a certain brunette-haired boy.
author's note so excited to make this an official series! please let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist for bad reputation and other works featuring luke. this is going to be a mix of social media posts / short fics.
â installment of this au read for context
As a child of Ares, you were stubborn, short-tempered, and walked around camp with a permanent angry resting face. At the same time, you were known to be loyal, protective, and funny. If being funny was the same thing as being sarcastic. Â
The younger campers were scared of you, the older ones around your age respected you, but everyone admired you in some way or another. If not for your excellent fighting skills, you had a demeanor that not even the gods above could ignore. The way you carried yourself was captivating, so much so that your father had claimed you within the first week of your arrival at camp, and ever since then, you had proven your worth to anyone that watched.Â
Perhaps one camper kept the closest eye on you, the curly-haired brunette boy did not believe in love, let alone love at first sightâ not until he saw you. You and him had arrived at camp around the same time, but your paths did not cross until a Capture the Flag game weeks later, when you both happened to be on the same team.Â
Word had already gotten around about your talent with the spear. Clarisse had introduced the weapon to you, and you had caught on quickly. You were in the middle of fighting off multiple campers on the other team when Luke appeared beside you.Â
âNeed a little help?â he asked.
âNope, I got it under control.â Â
âAre you sure?âÂ
Even though you were strong, it was still three against one.Â
You relented, âFine.âÂ
Luke chuckled, hopping in with his sword. You couldnât help but admire him out of the corner of your eye, and you were glad that your helmet hid the expression on your face.Â
You had gone on to win that game and many others alongside each other, in an unspoken allyship. In time, both of your reputations had begun to precede you.Â
Each week, campers awaited to hear if they would be playing on the same team as you and Luke, and each week, they would be disappointed to hear otherwise. But your fighting skills were not the only topic of conversation, it was becoming abundantly obvious that a certain boy had fallen for you.Â
âDude, whatâs going on with you and Y/N?â Percy asked Luke over dinner one night.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Luke responded, still chewing on his food.
âCome on, youâre not exactly being stealthy about it.âÂ
Luke laughed, âYeah, alright, you got me.â
âSo you do like her!â
âWhat? No, who said that?â
âYou literally just admitted it.â
âI said, âyou got me.ââ
âExactly, I figured it out. You have feelings for her,â Percy declared.
You happened to walk over at that moment, interrupting them. âFeelings for who?âÂ
Luke coughed, allowing Percy to respond for him. âUh, uhm⊠no one!â
âPercy, I literally heard you.â Even though he was one of the younger campers that you were close with, the blonde boy still found himself scared of you on occasions such as this one when you were staring at him dead in the eye.Â
âSorry, Luke, youâre on your own for this one,â Percy blurted out before running away.
You turned towards Luke, who had since finished recovering from his coughing. He was nervously smiling at you, some color had slightly rushed into his cheeks.Â
âSo, whoâs the lucky girl?â you asked, smirking at him.Â
âOh, you donât know her,â he said, shaking his head.Â
âAre you sure? I feel like I know pretty much everyone here.âÂ
âSheâŠ. uh⊠doesnât go here.âÂ
You couldnât help but let out a suppressed laugh. âShe doesnât go here,â you repeated. Â
âNope! Iâm gonna go get some dessert.â With that, he left you alone at the table, quietly laughing to yourself.Â
You werenât totally oblivious, you knew that you must have come up in conversation for the two boys to have behaved that way. However, you were content to see how far this would go, and how much teasing you could get away with before Luke got the courage to do anything about it.
Besides, you had a reputation to keep up, and being soft all of a sudden was not part of the plan.Â
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i know itâs cold outside, but the last thing i wanna do is let you in.
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his eyes watched you from the moment you turned the corner, watching to see if youâd actually make your way inside the cafe, watching to see if youâd hesitate before grabbing the door handle and ultimatelt decide to just not enter.
he hasnât had anyone to properly tell his feelings to in months, everything had been bottled up and left there in hopes that one day, youâd return to him and heâd no longer be alone.
he lost himself in thought before the soft ding at the door chimed, your figure making itsâ way inside the cafe, scanning over peopleâs heads to find his, a habit you had since you were a little girl.
once you saw his figure, hunced over in a chair, you let out a soft smile because despite everything, you still considered him to be one of your closest friends, no matter how mad you were at him.
two hot chocolates sat in front of him, heâd taken the liberty of ordering ahead for you so that you wouldnât have to wait.
you pulled out your chair and sat down, fixing yourself so that you wouldnât look out of place or awkward.
âhi.â your eyes didnât meet his, instead they reached out for your mug and brought it to your lips, a bit of whipped cream lingering on your top lip as you licked it off.
âhi.â he looked so small. so timid and meek.
âwhat did you wanna talk about?â and there was the million dollar question, your eyes still refused to look up to meet his.
âcan you look up? please.â
you looked up and fully took in the face that was bakugou katsuki, his red eyes pretty as always and his blonde hair looking perfect with his skin color.
âi guess i asked you here to apologize for how i treated you. and to apologize for how long it took me to reach out to you, i know it isnât much but i really need you to know that i mean this. l/n y/n, iâm sorry for making you think that i could ever find you annoying, i was afraid of not fitting in so i tried to erase any trace of my previous life before highschool, and iâm so sorry for always making you feel as if you had to reach out to me first, and as if i never really wanted to talk to you. iâm sorry for not being able to put this into words sooner, because truth be told iâm scared of being vulnerable.â his voice slightly trembled as he gripped the mug a little harder, his eyes slightly brimming with tears.
you inhaled a deep breath, bringing the mug back up to your lips before you set it down to reply to him.
you knew if you were anybody else, bakugou wouldâve treated you like shit and wouldnât even give you the time of day, you knew that he was only apologizing because it was you.
and unfortunately you were a sucker for the i hate everyone but you trope.
âitâs okay, kats.â you smiled at him, a soft, genuine, kind smile. he let out a slight sigh of relief, afraid that youâd completely cut him out of your life.
âalthough, you canât do it again. because i am not going to beg on my hands and knees for you to be my friend. i am not going to worship the ground you walk on, nor will i go to heaven and back just to make time for you. iâm a busy person nowadays. i had to make friends when you basically cut me off.â he slightly frowned, he was used to being the one person you could go to for anything.
âthatâs fine. i just. i miss you.â he cringed once the words fell from his lips.
âyeah. iâm not saying that because iâm going to burst out laughing but just know i reciprocate that statement.â you giggled.
he realized after about a month of hanging out with you again that you were going to be the one person he could be himself around for the rest of his life, he realized that you were both soulmates after mina and kirishima gave him a rundown of your whole relationship and how he treats you so much differently.
he asked you out shortly after that, and whenever girls came up to him he wouldnât even look their way, instead going to find you to interlace your fingers together and stick out his tongue to anyone who tried to get with him.
endings kinda bad i just did not know what to write :-(
tags! : @raendarkfaerie @lupitalove @riverozada @reirain @itgetzweird08
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the 'anything but' party | m.r x reader
prompt: itâs a gryffindor (maybe) party but itâs acc a theme party. the theme is dressing up as another house and reader (not a slytherin) borrows some of the boysâ quidditch clothes (like a bomber jacket or a jersey) and theo/mattheo get super jealous even though reader and him arenât together. but itâs like heâs been after her for the whole year but she likes to play hard bc he normally doesnât have to make any effort to have whoever girl he wants at his feet, and she doesnât want to be just another girl, if you get what i mean? so she just shows up wearing another guysâ name and he goes feral.
word count: 2.2k
warning: angst, smut, heavy smut, 18+ MDNI!!
You were okay with parties. You werenât ever overly obsessed with them, but the party tonight you were particularly excited about. It was a theme party. The theme being any house but your house. Very typical of the Gryffindors to throw something that will likely cause absolute chaos, but you were here for it.Â
You threw on the jersey you had borrowed from Enzo Berkshire. You had a few classes with him and was even partnered with him in potions last year. When you heard about the theme he was the first person you went to. You asked if you could borrow his jersey for the party and he was more than willing to loan it out to you.Â
As you threw it on it fell to about mid thigh. You thanked Merlin for Enzoâs height because now you could just wear his jersey as a dress. You turned to Luna, who had borrowed a bomber jacket from Blaise, âHow do I look Lunes?â
She tilted her head, smiling and clasping her hand together, âYou look marvelous! I think it wouldâve suited us well to be sorted in to Slytherin.âÂ
You laughed a little, âYeah, I do quite like how I look in green.â Your thoughts drifted to another Slytherin that would be able to accommodate your new favorite color.Â
âThinking about Mattheo?â Lunaâs voice cut into your internal monologue and your cheeks instantly flamed.Â
You did your best not to stutter over your words, âI donât, erm, I mean why do you ask?âÂ
In very Luna fashion, she made no comment about you being flustered, her voice fluttering out like a feather with simple observation, âI only ask because itâs obvious that he likes you very much. Itâs quite sweet, really. Are you going to finally tell him that you like him as well?â
You couldnât help but stare at her dumbfounded. You figured your constant rejections to Mattheoâs advances made it appear to everyone that you did not reciprocate his feelings. That wasnât actually the case, but you wanted to make him work for it.Â
Girls came far too easy for Mattheo, basically throwing themselves at him. It was vomit inducing to you at times, how blatantly obvious they would be and how he essentially cherry-picked whatever girl he was feeling that particular moment.Â
You werenât going to be one of those girls, you absolutely refused it. So when you first noticed Mattheo staring at you at the beginning of the year, you just rolled your eyes anytime they connected to his.Â
The first time you did this, his eyebrows shot to the ceiling, not used to this type of response from a woman. When he tried to stop you after class, you quickly shot your hand up before he could even get a word out, âNot interested, Riddle.âÂ
He was met with a chorus of âohhhhâsâ from his friends, which likely died down quickly due to a glare or threat from the scorned man. He tried again after thatâŠand just about every other day from that first moment you rejected him until this morning.Â
You werenât blind, you knew Mattheo was attractive. Hell, youâve known since the bloody sorting ceremony in first year. But the way that all of the girls swooned over him, and how he so obviously ate it up, you vowed to never be that girl.Â
So for the last six years, you never really paid him any mind. You knew he was there, you knew his reputation, but he never really consumed your thoughts. So when he started staring at you, then starting actually pursuing you, you couldnât quite understand why your heart would beat faster, or get butterflies in your stomach.Â
You had boyfriends throughout your school career, even dating the quidditch captain of your house, but something about Mattheo focusing solely on you like he has made your stomach flutter like no other guy youâd been with. You werenât even with Mattheo, but him pursuing you essentially deterred any other guy from coming up to you.Â
Finishing your hair and makeup, you and Luna joined a few other Ravenclawâs and headed to the Gryffindor common room. Walking through the portrait hole you would think there was nothing going on, but as soon as you passed through the entryway you broke the silencing charm barrier and was assaulted with the sound of bass and smell of weed.Â
You looked over at Luna, who took a deep inhale, âDonât you just love that earthy smell?â You couldnât help but laugh at her care-free spirit. âIâm gonna go get a drink, do you want one?â Luna nodded, telling you she was going to find Blaise and to look for her in the usual spot.Â
Heading to the drink table you spotted Enzo who was adorning a Ravenclaw cardigan. You had a little skip in your step, sidling up next to him and grabbing cups for you and Luna, âWell hey there, looking dashing in blue and bronze.âÂ
He smirked at you, leaning against the table while you got yourself a drink, âLooks like you were sorted into the wrong house. Green definitely suits you.â You turned to him, a drink in each hand, âThank you, Enzo.âÂ
He held an arm out, âShall we? Iâm assuming you're not doublefisting tonight and one of those is for Miss Lovegood?â You let out a laugh, nodding and following him to the back corner where his gang of miscreants resided. You both were simply walking next to each other. Your hands were full with both drinks and while he only had one his other hand was flailing around in the air as he recounted aspects of the last Slytherin quidditch game.Â
So when you reached the group, you were surprised that Mattheoâs face was set in a scowl. You quirked an eyebrow when he finally met your eyes, which took a moment as his were apparently taking their sweet time scanning your body, his eyes rolled, scoffing slightly and leaning back on the couch.Â
You decided to be bold tonight, Lunaâs voice from earlier in the back of your head. You greeted the others, then went and sat down next to Mattheo. As soon as your ass hit the chair, Mattheo scooted a few inches away from you. You told yourself not to be hurt by this, but he had essentially been trying to be all over you for the last month and a half.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â you turned to face him, one leg now on the couch, causing the jersey you had on the ride higher on your leg. Mattheoâs eyes cast down briefly, seeing more of your skin exposed before meeting your eyes again.
âWhat are you wearing?â His eye contact was intense, making you squirm a little. âItâs a theme party, Iâm wearing Slytherin clothes.â He let out a huff of air through his nose. You narrowed your eyes at him now, asking him again, âWhatâs your problem?â
He pinched the number that laid just above your left breast, your breath getting caught in your throat with how close his hands were, âYouâre wearing Enzoâs jersey.â You couldnât quite place his tone but it sounded almost likeâŠjealousy? This made you smirk a little and now the wheels in your mind were turning.Â
You shrugged your shoulders, âI thought it looked cute.â Your hands caressing the side of your body to the hem of the jersey. You saw his eyes follow your hands as you roamed your body, now focused on where your hands played with the hem, âAnd itâs so long on me I didnât even have to wear any panties.âÂ
You saw the clench in his jaw, and youâd be lying if you said the action didnât send a searing heat through your body. You started to pull the jersey higher up your legs, just to tease him a little. His hand shot to your wrist, âStop.â You smirked at him, âWhatâs wrong, Matty?â
The nickname was something new you were toying with and it seemed to have the effect you were looking for as the grip he had on your wrist tightened. He placed his other hand on your thigh, using it as leverage to lean closer to you.Â
His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, goosebumps rising along your skin, âItâs gonna be really hard for me to fuck you with Berkshireâs jersey on.â Your cheeks immediately turned red. You turned your head, staring into his eyes, faces so close your noses are nearly brushing against one another. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you feared he could hear it over the bass of the music.
Your facade was failing, quickly. The desperation you were feeling was more extreme than you could control. âKiss me,â you requested, eyes not leaving the brown ones you were gazing at. He laughs softly, smirk adorning his face as his eyes flicker down to your lips.Â
Normally that type of cockiness from him would have you leaving Mattheo there hot and bothered but tonight you found yourself leaning towards him with just as much anticipation. His mouth slotted against yours, he tasted like cigarettes and firewhiskey. You latch onto him, fisting a handful of the hufflepuff cardigan he chose for the party.Â
When you finally pull away, lungs burning for air you canât help the smile that breaks out on your face. Mattheoâs lips were red and swollen. You look at him with big eyes, silently telling him you wanted more than was possible in the open common room.Â
Mattheo glanced around, searching for a solution. He stood up quickly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the stairs to the dorms. He led you down a hall, opening the first door he could find and pulling you in behind him.Â
Before you could even glance around the room Mattheo had you pressed against the door. His arm circled your waist, sliding down the small of your back before grabbing a handful of your ass, his mouth attaching itself to your neck, sucking at biting at the soft skin there. The action had the most obscene noise leaving your throat.
His grip on your ass tightens, holding you flush against his body as he tucks a knee between your legs. You whine at the contact, the fabric of his trousers grazing against your bare clit. He braces himself with his free hand on the door, resting his forehead to yours, âMerlin, Iâve been wanting to make those noises leave that pretty mouth of yours all year.âÂ
You open your mouth to respond, fully prepped to give a witty retort when he pressed his leg against you again. A whimper leaves your throat this time and Mattheo looks cockier than youâve ever seen him.
You gripped his forearm, âMattyâŠplease.â You looked up at him through your lashes as his hand dipped under the jersey, fingertips feather light on your skin. âSo needy, love. Had to wear someone elseâs jersey just to get me riled up, hmm?â His head dips down, lips grazing the sensitive skin where your neck and collarbone meet.Â
He bites you lightly, nipping and sucking at the skin there, surely leaving his mark in a place where itâd be hard for you to hide, claiming you as his. Youâre basically grinding yourself on his leg now and Mattheo thinks he can cum from the sight of you using him for your own pleasure.Â
âSo wet, love, can feel you through my trousers,â Mattheo grabs your hips, stilling you against his leg emitting another whine from you. âYou gonna be good fâme, love?â he was teasing you now, but that didnât stop you from nodding pathetically.Â
He dragged the material of the jersey over your hips, a gasp releasing itself from your lips as the air hits your bare center. Your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip and Mattheo drops to his knees. He puts one of your legs over his shoulder, your hand shooting to his shoulder to brace yourself as his tongue licks a stripe up your dripping cunt.Â
A mewl spills from your mouth and you swear you can feel him smirk against you. Without warning he plunges two fingers deep inside you, your back arching off the door and into his touch. His free hand grabs your hip, stabilizing you against the door.
He flattens his tongue, dragging it from his fingers inside you back to your sensitive nub. Your other hand flies to his curls, fingers laced and pulling harshly. This only spurs him further, curling his fingers inside you. They rut against your g-spot, pressure building in your lower belly.
You thank Merlin for the loudness of the party because the sounds Mattheo was getting you to make were sinful. His lips are attached to your clit, mercilessly sucking and licking and humming against the bud.Â
Your legs are trembling and Mattheoâs grip on your hip tightens, your vision begins to blank, mouth hanging open in a silent scream, you canât even cry out, your mind dizzy with anything but the bliss that Mattheo is giving you between your legs as your tumbling over the edge.
He continues to eat you through your orgasm, overstimulating your clit as he slowly removes his fingers. âFuck, Matty,â you breathe, trying to catch your breath as he lowers your leg from his shoulder.Â
Mattheo stands, mouth attaching to yours immediately. You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He trails kisses along your jaw, down your neck then up to your ear, âNow letâs get you out of this fucking jersey.â
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Little Blue Sundress B.B
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Female Reader
Warnings: Language, Bondage, vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it)creampie Bucky Barnes with long hairâŠ. Um I think thatâs it lmk if I missed anything.
Summary: Bucky fucks you in a sundressđđœđ€Ș
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It was that time of year, well your favorite time of year. Summer. You loved it. You loved spending time with your friends.
And that was what you and your soon to be husband were going to be doing today. You invited all of your friends over for a housewarming party. Bucky was grilling and you were in charge of making drinks.
You were standing Infront of your mirror trying to figure out what dress you wanted to wear. "I'm sure whatever you wear, you'll look beautiful in." Bucky walks next to you and places a quick kiss on your cheek.
You groan at his words.
"This is the first time since we seen evebody in months." You add with an eye roll. Bucky lets out a chuckle. "I doubt they're gonna care about what you're wearing."
You look at Bucky through the mirror. He'd been wearing, a blue short sleeved shirt with black pants, and to top it all off. His hair was slicked back with his sunglasses sitting on top of his head.
He knew it would drive your absolutely insane. You were bought out of your thoughts when you heard Bucky speak.
"Doll? You with me?" He asks turning to face you. "What." You say.
Bucky smiles, he loved the affect he had on you after all of these years. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach. "I said everyone should be here in an hour." He hums. His voice was low and husky. It sent shivers down your spine. "So, pick out something to wear, so I can fuck you in it later, yea?" He kisses your neck and unravels his arms from your body.
And without saying a word, Bucky leaves the room. You could still smell his cologne; you bought it for his birthday this past year. It was one of your favorites.
Sighing you turn away from the mirror, walking out from the bathroom, you walk over to your closet, you had no idea what to wear. You had worn everything over and over again.
You run your hands over the clothes in your closet, maybe something would jump out at you. And it did. It was something that still hand the tag on it. Grabbing it down off the hanger, you look at it.
It was a blue sundress, almost like the color of Bucky's shirt he'd been wearing.
You couldn't help but smile. Bucky loved when you wore sundresses. It was his absoulute faveorite thing on you. And when you wore no undwerwear with it. And thatâs exactly what you were going to do today.
Stripping off your clothes, you toss them to the side. Grabbing The dress you slip it over your head.
It was beautiful on you. You caught a glimpse of it in the mirror you had in your closet. You knew Bucky was gonna love it.
Walking back into the bathroom, you put in some pearl earrings, and a necklace that ahd the letter 'B' on it.
You dab on some light makeup and twist your hair up into a ponytail. Once you were satisfied you flick off the bathroom light and make your way downstairs.
You could smell the food that Bucky had been cooking. It smelled amazing, it made you stomach rumble. Making your way into the kitchen.
You walk over to the fridge and grab, different kinds of veggies that you were gonna cut up for a snack tray.
You were humming as you were chopping, meaning you didn't hear Bucky enter the kitchen. He wraps his arms around you.
"You look so fucking beautiful." He growls in your ear. Which causes you to snort out a laugh. "Let me see you." He hums nipping at your ear.
Dropping the knife onto the cutting board you spin around. Bucky's eyes land on the necklace wrapped around your neck. You could feel something poking on top of your thigh.
it causes you to hold back a moan. "We don't have time." You whisper. Placing your hands onto his chest. Bucky laughs.
"Who cares they can wait." Bucky grabs your wait and sets you on top of the counter, it was done with such forces it caused everything around you to shake, a gasp leaves your mouth.
"You drive me insane." He speaks. His lips inches away from yours. "I know." you laugh Bucky's metal hand moves down your arm, causing a shiver to take over your body.
His other hand was tracing over your thigh. "Are you wearing panties?" He hums. You bite your lip and shake your head no.
Bucky chuckles deeply. "You're a whore you know that?"
"Yea, but I'm your whore." You buttle back.
Bucky couldn't wait much longer; his cock was begging to be freed from his pants he'd been wearing.
Bucky grabs your waist pulling you to the edge of the counter, with his flesh hand he flicks your dress up revealing your bare pussy on display for him. He couldn't help but groan at the sight.
Bucky reaches for his belt; he unloops it from his pants. "Hands."He says. You lift your hands up over your head. Bucky loops the belt around your hands and ties them to the cupboard above you.
Bucky never looked hotter, a few strands of his hair was falling in front of his face his chest was beating up and down, and you had loved every second of it.
Bucky runs his flesh ahnd along your folds, causing you to let out a loud moan, "You're so fuckin wet for me, always." His fingers begin to press into you.
More loud moans escape from you. "Bucky please." You moan.
"I gotta get you ready for my cock." His fingers move at a fast pace. Causing your eyes to roll back.
Bucky hovers over you, placing a sloppy kiss onto your lips. He pulls away, "You ready for my cock mmh?"
"Please you beg." With a squeal. You felt you belly begin to tighten up, you knew you were close, you didn't wanna cum this quickly.
Bucky removes his fingers from you pussy. You watch as he undoes his pants, pulling out his cock, he begins to tease you with the tip of it, running it across your folds.
Bucky watches you. How heavy you were breathing. He knew how badly you wanted him to fuck you. Bucky slides into you, causing you to let out a moan. He doesn't move he stays there.
No matter how many times you and him have had sex, you still never got over how big he was. "Move please." You moan.
Bucky grabs your waist with both hands and begins to pound into you. "Oh-my fucking god." You moan. "You're so fuckin tight." Bucky nibbles on your neck. He ponds harder and harder, you knew there was no way that you were going to be walking straight after this, and you were okay with that.
"Whose pussy is this huh?" Bucky takes his free hand and brings it up to your neck.
"Your's!" You scream. You felt your orgasm, creeping up. "I'm gonna cum." You felt your eyes begin to roll back. You could tell by Bucky's movements that he was close.
"Cum on my cock." He says.
With those four words, you came hard. Bucky let out a loud groan as he came, you felt him spilling inside of you. He removes his hands from your neck. He carefully pulls out of you. Causing you to let out a hiss. He looks up to see you, your eyes meet his. "I'm okay promise." You laugh.
Bucky was quick to release your hands from his belt. "Was i too rough?" He asks.
"No, no." You shake your head.
Once your hands were free your rub your wrists. "I'm okay, I enjoyed it." You hum jumping off the counter. You watch as Bucky tucks himself back into his pants. He loops the belt around his jeans. Once Bucky was done, he looks at you.
"I hope you know that sundress season is my favorite season."
A laugh rips through your body. "Mine too." You hum. Bucky leans down and kisses your lips. "I wish we could do that all day." Bucky says pulling away.
"There's more where it came from buck- plus I'm sure everyone's gonna be here." You hum looking at your watch.
Bucky was about to say something, but he was cut off from a knock on the front door.
"Finally!" You squeal, you run over to the door and open it, and there everyone was, smiles plastered on their faces.
Wanda was the first one to come in pulling you into a hug, Steve, Sam and Tony Walk over to Bucky.
"I see you and Bucky settled into the house okay?" Wanda pulls away from the hug. "Yea." You laugh. Wanda crosses her arms over her chest.
"You smell like Sex Y/n."
A gasp leaves your mouth, "We got a little bit carried away." Wanda laughs. "Come on show me around." She says looping her arm around yours.
THE END
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