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papergirllife · 3 days

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Lee Jeno (M)

fratboy!Jeno x reader

Synopsis:

Jeno has a past that holds him back from what life could potentially offer him, and one of those, he thinks, is you.

WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, FEEL FREE TO BLOCK ME IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE

warnings: minor character death (in the past), themes of grief and moving on, tooth-rotting fluff, Jeno being down bad but he was sort of an ass for a bit, crying during sx, sp@nking, mc's a masoch1st (kinda), body worship, unprotected sx, 0verstimulation, oral sx.

The music resonates the walls of the dingy frat house as Jeno makes his way through hordes of people on the dance floor, trying his best to squeeze through drunk college students to get to the kitchen, he's too goddamn sober to handle this amount of people as a self proclaimed, he checked his MBTI, obviously, introvert.

“Jeno! Finally made your way down from your room! Finally done studying?” Chenle asks on the top of his voice, clearly a little more than just tipsy, seeing how Jisung's the one making drinks right now, which the latter offers, but Jeno declines, he wants some alcohol to get him going, not blackout drunk, he still needs to get to his quiz in the afternoon tomorrow.

“I don't have much choice, not even the earplugs work against Johnny hyung’s speakers,” Jeno says with a sigh, looking out at the living area, this is going to be a long night, he thinks to himself.

“I told you to get the ones from that brand, they're only slightly pricier, you know,” Chenle chides, the irony, coming from the international student, but he knows his friend means well.

“They're out of my budget, it's fine, I started earlier just to get it done before this party anyways, I'll see you guys later, if you're not passed out by the pool that is,” Jeno jokes as he pours himself a mixture of whiskey and coke.

“Very funny, Lee, even if Mark leaves me out there in the cold, I know Jisung would save me, right bro?!”

Jeno doesn't hear what Jisung has to say, merely chuckling to himself as he makes his way through the crowd once more.

The worn out couch sinks as Jeno takes his seat, he watches as Jaemin talks about something animatedly with bombastic gestures and his tone pitched higher, he's going to be the perfect kindergarten teacher after he graduates being an education major and all, then there's Shotaro, watching wide eyed, engrossed in whatever tale Jaemin is telling, he's going to miss this, Jeno notes to himself, sighing at the fact that his sophomore year has begun and in a year's time he's going to say goodbye to all of this.

“Renjun said you'd be studying, didn't expect to see you tonight,” you say as you take the empty spot next to Jeno, Renjun on your side, you've always been his beloved little sister, Renjun is tiny, but for you? He'd pack a punch any time, his last victim was a 6 feet guy who was too handsy for his liking and dude ended up with a broken nose, he broke a finger too, but no one mentions that unless they want to end up in the same fatal tragedy.

“Finished studying, so I thought I'd come down here and join the rest of you,” and maybe because he wanted to see you too, not that he'd ever admit that, to himself or others, he has no right to delve into these emotions, it wouldn't be fair to you or her.

“Wow Jeno, no need to brag about your smarts like that, all of us know you're the top of the department,” you joke with a nudge of your shoulder, and with that slight movement, your thin cardigan slips down your smooth shoulder, revealing the strap of your tank top.

“Says the one that doesn't need to study and still passes,” Jeno retorts as he lets his eyes linger for a bit, before he decides to finally scoop up the collar section of your cardigan, covering your shoulder once again, and from the corner of his eye, he sees Renjun watching him.

“That's because I only aim to pass, unlike mister high achiever here, and I'm not cold, don't worry,” you say, but regardless, your body naturally inches closer to his, his warmth seeping through his bomber jacket has you hooked.

“Enough about me, what about you? What type of content are you shooting next?” Jeno asks, you're an almost full time influencer, the only reason you're still in college is because you want to get the degree as plan b, and Jeno, one of the few with a car, secondhand from his sister, always offers to drive you and sits through shootings with you, whether it be a trip to Olive Young or the newest cafe on the block.

“Probably gonna try doing those ‘a day in my life as a college student’ vlogs cuz some of my followers have been asking, but I'm not sure, it's a lot of work to film, might just end up going through my PR boxes instead or a review of this lip balm I've been looking for an excuse of getting,” you joke, knowing you, Jeno knows you're gonna get it and review it regardless, unless it's sold out, then he'd be one of the firsts to hear about your complaints.

“I could hold the camera if you want to,” Jeno offers, he always does, and you knew he would, it's why you asked in the first place.

“Thank you, my sweet assistant, knew I could always count on you,” you say before booping Jeno’s scrunched up nose, he always does that when you call him that, very textbook Taurus of him.

“Hey Jeno! Wanna play beer pong with us?” a girl comes up to him over the back of the sofa, tapping on his shoulder, probably his coursemate or something.

“Sure, I'll see you around, let me know when you wanna film, I'll see when I'm free,” Jeno says before giving you a little wave, following the girl to the beer pong area, and everyone knows she's going to end up inviting her to his bed, whether you like it or not.

“Since I'm not drinking tonight and I'm not a smoker, I'm craving Shin noodles, anyone want some?” you ask as you smooth down your skirt, you're gonna borrow your brother's apron, god knows you're one clumsy bitch and you love this mini skirt you searched high and low for, the things you do for a shushu tong dupe.

“Did someone say Shin noodles? I'm down,” is the first thing Mark says when he finally joins your friends’ little section, sex hair and a rumpled shirt triggering a few snickers.

“Sure, Markie, you should probably tidy your hair though,” you say before ruffling it up further, quickly making your way to the kitchen after, distantly, you hear Jaemin’s laughter ringing out even with the loud music playing still.

When you’re cooking the noodles, someone walks in, out of the corner of your eye, you see a familiar mane of orange hair.

“Hi Yang Yang, want noodles?” you could probably look for another pot if he wants some, you're sure Renjun stocked up some extra pots here, and even if he didn't, you're sure Taeyong did.

“I'd be down for your noods, if you know what I mean,” he answers coyly, his hand resting at your waist as he attaches himself to your side, watching you separate the noodles to cook them faster.

“Very funny, I'm on day 6 still, so thanks but no thanks, bud,” you reply, patting him on the hand at your side before you turn off the heat.

“Damn, talk about bad timing, no wonder you're craving for noodles, I'll just have a bit of yours, who's sharing with us? I'll go out and call them in, you can take the bowls out and stuff ” Yang Yang offers.

“Mark, he's at the sitting area,” you say before you feel Yang Yang leave your side, you carefully move the pot before fetching the bowls and utensils, grabbing the big thongs and ladle, you quickly get yourself a small portion, almost moaning at the familiar spiciness that ignites your taste buds in the best way possible.

“Wow, thanks bro,” Mark says, eyes lighting up at the sight of food, quickly fetching his own portion.

The two boys start talking about the latest NBA match while you eat in peace, you love eating while chatting up with friends, but you cherish having one on one moments savouring the food you're eating, Jeno calls you weird for that, but maybe that's because he keeps having that dry chicken breast for meals.

“Oh, if you guys want to fuck, you need to hurry up cuz Renjun just left with this girl not too long ago, and you know how he is,” Mark informs,

Renjun’s very particular about sleeping conditions with his one night stands, one time he was willing to pay extra for hailing a cab at 2am because he was sick of the artificial vanilla scent of this girl's diffuser.

“Not tonight, crimson rain's still in season,” you joke before getting more noodles into your bowl, meanwhile Yang Yang's stopped eating, he was just craving for a little taste.

“Oop, that explains the noodles, too bad for you dude, maybe Yuta hyung would have more luck,” Mark jokes, he always liked joking about how you got a roster of boys lining up at your doorstep, when in reality you're always bouncing between Yuta and Yang Yang.

“He got her last time, I gotta make my move faster this time,” Yang Yang says with a groan, putting down his chopsticks, having had enough of his fill.

“l'll let you know when I'm done, how about that, you whiny baby,” you tease, pulling his ear playfully.

Yang Yang cheers from his seat before getting up to wash his bowl.

“See you when the sky's sunny, baby, and Mark, basketball tomorrow afternoon, right?” Yang Yang bids the two of you goodbye, probably off to find another girl or game with Hendery.

“He's not bad, you know, simple minded dude,” Mark suddenly suggests, scooping more noodles then soup into your bowl before you put your hand up to stop him, that's enough noodles for tonight.

“He's alright, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now,” both of you know you're lying through your teeth, but it's the answer that won't stir anything up, you enjoy the dynamic you share with the boys, you're not gonna risk it, not that your feelings would ever be reciprocated.

“What about Yuta then? Is he more your type than Yang Yang?” Mark asks, always looking out for your heart, more than you ever did for yourself at least, which is almost the same for all your friends.

“Maybe, but no, he's not looking for a relationship either,” you explain, this time, not a white lie.

“Yuta thinks you're cool, I'm sure he'd be down to try if you showed interest,” Mark tries his best to convince you.

“I don't think I can watch idly if he looks at a girl with some neon-coloured box dye hair a little longer, I'd be seething, I need someone who's 100% down bad,” you say, trying to deflect the topic at hand.

“Alright, alright, I'll let you be, I'll get back to you when I think of someone new,” Mark says, not giving up on playing matchmaker.

“Have fun playing cupid with that terrible aim, Markie,” you tease before saying goodnight to him, planning on spending the rest of the night alone rewatching this k drama you love.

You were about to text Yeri, your roommate and bestie who had came with you, but upon opening your chat room with her, you realise she has once again ditched you for a boy she found. Oh well, guess you're just gonna crash in your brother's room, Renjun’s room is slightly bigger than most of the rooms in the house because you had once stayed here for a brief period of time when you were in between rentals, so there's space to fit in one more super single in his room, albeit a slightly tight fit, but at least you get to steal your brother's skincare for the night.

On your way to Renjun’s room, you bumped into Yang Yang once more in the hallway.

“Hey! Wanna game with us for a bit? It's just me and Hendery, we're playing COD,” he offers with that bright smile of his which strangely enough, reminds you of Lightning Mcqueen from the Cars cartoon.

“I don't know, Yang, I kinda suck at it,” you would love to have a switch from mobile to Xbox, but not at the expense of potentially ruining someone's game night.

“Come on, we're chill, Hendery dies all the time anyways,” Yang Yang insists, a hand on your back, steering you to his shared room, “but don't tell Hendery I said that,” he whispers by your ear before Hendery turns around to greet you.

“Yo! Nice of you to join us, Ten ditched us for the night so it's nice to have three players again,” Hendery exclaims, enthusiastically passing you the remote.

“Why aren't you guys partying like the rest of the frat?” you ask while picking a character.

“Parties are here every week, this one's kinda boring so might as well game the night away,” Hendery explains before noting how you're an urban tracker girlie.

And after two matches with the boys, you have to agree with the sentiment.

Jeno throws on a simple sweater before leaving his room to go get some water for himself and the girl on his bed, but something catches his eye from the other end of the hallway, it's you and Yang Yang, cosying up outside his room, Jeno’s fist clenched up when he sees you following into his room, he knows you sleep around casually, but he rarely ever catches sight of it, and it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

The party is finally starting to phase out, most of the partygoers are either passed out on the couch, or the unfortunate ones, by the pool or at the lawn. The frat members themselves are mostly gone, either retreated into their own respective rooms or have gone back with someone, so Jeno hadn't expected himself to bump into anyone when he came in to fetch two bottles of water.

“Why do you look like you want to squeeze the life out of those bottles, dude? Was tonight's lay not good enough for you or something?” Haechan asks, car keys dangling from his hand, he must've come in through the backdoor instead of the front, he once had someone puke on his Nike shoes so he isn't taking any chances anymore.

“Nothing, go to sleep,” Jeno deflects, god knows he doesn't need Haechan nosing into his business, which he has a reputation of doing so.

“When you're this pissed off it's usually either you fucked up a test or… is it her?” Haechan didn't even need to emphasise on who's the her when Jeno threatens to throw his half full bottle at him before he was stopped by Jaemin who had come in to dispose of some of the trash he had cleaned up from the living area.

“Jaemin ah, Jeno’s bullying me again!” Haechan whines moving to hide behind Jaemin’s wide frame.

“Stop provoking him and you'd be fine, now go, you're lucky I'm here to take the trash out,” Jaemin says before he ushers his bratty friend out of their kitchen.

“As much as you don't want to hear this, Haechan does have a point,” Jaemin says as he sorts the trash into different recycle bins, “she's not going to be single forever, and I know you love Eunbi, but it's been years, she wouldn't want to see you like this,” Jaemin explains with his most motherly tone that he dishes out unconsciously at times.

Eunbi was Jaemin’s cousin sister and Jeno’s girlfriend from 15 to 17, she passed away suddenly due to a drunk driving accident, and from that day onwards, Jeno has never really been the same again, he swore off the possibility of loving someone again, until you came into his life, his restraint wavering bit by bit as you take up his heart, piece by piece.

Jeno’s hand rises to his chest to feel the familiar butterfly charm hanging on his necklace, Nabi, he used to call her, because she used to love butterflies and also because they rhyme with her name, this necklace is Jeno’s only significant remembrance of her, other than their shared memories.

“I don't have any feelings for anyone, so it doesn't matter,” Jeno brushes off the topic with ease, he's had a lot of practice, and quickly leaves the kitchen.

With a defeated sigh, Jaemin watches his best friend go, hoping that one day soon, he'd be able to finally move on from Eunbi.

Another week passes and the weekend rolls around quicker than expected, Yuta was in the kitchen pouring himself a drink, spiked punch of some sort that Taeyong whipped up, some people got too drunk for his liking last week, so now he’s doing it himself before Chenle or Jisung gets the chance to.

“Oh, Yuta-ah, can you go and play with the kids? You know how truth and dare gets, and I don’t trust Johnny to be responsible, he’s always been such an instigator,” Taeyong says with a shake of his head, as he measures the vodka down to the tiniest drop.

“And you think I’d be the perfect candidate to keep an eye on them?” Yuta asks in disbelief.

“I trust that you’d do as I say for once, Yuta, the others are all still studying for their finals, just this once?” Taeyong asks, and how could Yuta say no when his best friend pulls out the big boba eyes.

Yuta sighs when he sees the sight of Jisung putting a whole dollop of wasabi in his mouth, but he can’t help but laugh when the youngest rushes to the bathroom before he inserts himself in the circle in between you and Mark.

“You’re playing?” Shotaro asks, already perking up at the idea of his big giving away bits and pieces of himself, Yuta isn’t exactly an open book, so he's excited to learn more about him.

“Yup, Taeyong told me to keep an eye on you scoundrels,” Yuta says before he catches Johnny’s eyes, the latter barking out a laugh, Yuta also notes how Jeno was seated next to his friend, he must be here because you’re here, maybe Yuta won’t keep his promise after all.

Things go by uneventfully other than some truths being spilled and Jaemin being told to twerk in the middle of the circle, which he was more than happy to do, however, when he was done his eyes landed on you, and because you’ve been saying truth for a few turns now, you switch it up by saying dare, and honestly, he knows all the truths because all these boys ask are things in the bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that Renjun is absent tonight, so things weren’t all that interesting, but now, Yuta’s interest is piqued.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest person playing,” Xiao Jun suggests, which garnered some groans, Yuta snickers next to you, Yang Yang isn’t here, so things are very much predictable.

You smooth down your skirt before you circle the men around you, eyes lingering on Jeno for a bit too long, the ones that know watch intently, but when you stop in front of Johnny, gasps ring out around the circle, cheers started erupting when squat in front of Johnny, the surprise on his face was evident, cute even if you’re honest, you’re glad you chose to be chaotic tonight, the panic in his eyes had you giggling, breath hitched when you lean in place a chaste peck on his cheek, when you lean away, and did a quick turn back to facing Yuta, Johnny barks out a laugh, while the rest of them back to groaning, you catch a few of them saying that they knew you were just playing them.

Yuta extends his arms, a knowing smile on his face. His eyes take in your plump lips coated in his favourite cherry lip gloss.

“Someone’s been stirring trouble, haven’t you?” Yuta says before he feels your hands tangled in long hair, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jeno glaring at him, Jaemin watching nervously where he’s seated.

“I’m always down for trouble when it’s you,” you retorted before you seal your lips with his, climbing into his lap, the familiar bulge of his belt buckle digging into your pelvic and the feeling of of his hands enveloping your thighs sends a shiver up your back, and you couldn’t help yourself, grinding into his crotch, the material of your skirt covering most of your movements, but Yuta could feel everything, smiling against your lips, before he pulls away from you, he could feel his cock twitching at the sight of your dazed eyes and swollen lips.

“Show’s over, I’m taking this one up,” Yuta announces, carrying you away from the shameless group of frat boys that were watching, it’s not their first time, but their curiosity never satiates.

“Damn it, now I need to be the chaperone,” Johnny says begrudgingly.

Jaemin’s silent as he watches his best friend fume in his spot, with a sigh, he cracks a bottle of soju he placed next to him before the game started, passing it to Jeno, the latter taking a huge swig, not long after, Jeno opts out of the game to look for a distraction for the night.

Your eyes flutter when you wake, the sun shining from Yuta’s opened blinds, his body warm under yours, his arm tossed over your waist which you remove to go wash up in his ensuite bathroom, the good thing about sleeping over at Yuta’s.

When you’re done, Yuta’s still sleeping away, you close his blinds for him, he’d probably want to sleep longer, he finished his finals not too long ago, he should be getting more rest.

So you put on your skirt from last night and stealing a sweater from his closet before you padded down to the kitchen, opening the fridge to fetch some ingredients for a basic omelette, spinach and eggs.

“There's still some leftover cranberry juice from last night,” Jeno says, startling you from stirring the omelette in your pan.

“Oh, nice, could you pour me a glass?” you ask, “if you want an omelette then you can fetch me more eggs and spinach, I'll make it,” you add on.

“Thank you,” Jeno says, handing you the ingredients after washing and chopping the spinach.

Soon after, the two of you are sat across each other on the island, joking about last night’s events, from the part where Haechan was dared to take off his shirt and go out for a quick run in the cold till the part where Jaemin had twerked in the circle and had accidentally shoved his ass at a very confused Jaehyun who had just finished a round of beer pong and wanted to see what was happening in the truth or dare circle, conversation was going smoothly and lighthearted until it wasn’t, by then the two of you have finished eating and Jeno’s washing the dishes.

“So you and Yuta…” Jeno trails off, his gaze absent, his fingers holding the fork rather tightly, knuckles white from the restricted blood flow.

“It’s nothing serious,” you brush off absently, you’re not lying, what you and Yuta have is strictly no strings attached, but if the lines were more blurred…you wouldn’t have minded if Jeno hadn’t holed up a place in your heart.

Jeno nods, unconvinced, or maybe he’s just blinded by jealous rage.

“Jeno?” your voice yanks Jeno away from the many images of you and Yuta holding hands and kissing, a scene cruller than what he had witnessed last night, but he bites his tongue from saying anything, not when he still has Eunbi’s necklace hanging on his neck, it wouldn’t be fair to any of you if he acts on his urges.

“Yeah?” Jeno grunts out, he didn’t mean to sound mean, but he can’t help it, just the thought of you and Yuta being something more just pisses him off, he isn’t even worried about Yang Yang, he knows you go to him for pure casual fun, you can never settle with a guy like that, he could tell you crave someone who has a natural leading aura, and that’s why he’s so down bad, the way your eyes light up when he helps you with something as simple as carrying your bag or ordering your food, every time he does something for you, he could feel his heartstrings tugging painfully.

“Jeno, if you have something to say, then say it,” you say, you don’t know why you’re feeling so confrontational today, but it’s been two years of running in circles around Jeno, and honestly, you’re tired, and maybe this would send your friend group into a catharsis, but you can’t keep tiptoeing your feelings around Jeno anymore, not when he obviously knows how you feel.

Jeno shuts the tap off before turning to face you, and something breaks inside him when he sees the conflicted look swimming in your pupils, and at that moment, he wants to wipe it away, and so he makes the mistake of pulling you close by the waist, sealing his lips with yours, and Jeno hasn’t felt this alive since a long time, he could feel all the nerves on his lips igniting like a dying flame miraculously being sparked till they’re a blazing wildfire, and the way his hands wrap around your waist, the warmth of your body rekindles a physical craving he’s never felt before with anyone else he used as a distraction of the loss of Eunbi. Eunbi, no-

Your heart shatters when Jeno pushes you away, searching his eyes for an explanation, but Jeno has his eyes closed, he looks too calm, taking a deep breath as if that kiss was merely a simple mistake, you’ve seen him act more emotional when he doesn’t receive his desired grade for a paper, are you nothing to him?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Jeno mutters through gritted teeth, eyes avoiding yours at all cost.

“Is that it? That’s all you have to say to me, Jeno? That our kiss was merely a mistake? Don’t tell me what you feel all this time is also some sort of fucking misjudgement, Jeno!” you lash out, venom in your tone as you throw out punches on his sturdy chest, and what made you angrier was that he let you hurt him, like he doesn’t even bother defending or protecting himself from your lethal accusation, you can’t even call him a coward, a coward wouldn't stand there and let you do as you please.

Fortunately for Jeno, Jaemin comes to his rescue, detaching your agitated figure away from his friend, trying his best to calm you down with sweet nothings, that you’re better off, that Jeno’s being an idiot, but the damage has been dealt, there’s nothing that can make you feel better, but you guess you expected this, you had too much faith in Jeno.

“I’m so disappointed in you, Jeno,” you say before you take your leave, casting one more disappointed look at Jeno, and at that moment, the man that you’ve always thought looked so broad in your eyes now looks like the smallest man who’s ever lived.

Jaemin sighs when he no longer sees you within sight, Jeno heaves out a shudder of breath, he could tell his friend was trying his best to hold himself up in front of you, how quintessential of Jeno, never letting anyone into the depths of his mind.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Jeno,” Jaemin mutters as he checks for bruises under Jeno’s shirt, but Jeno brushes his hand away, rolling his sweater back down, even if you did bruise him, he deserved it for what he keeps putting you through, “Jeno, Eunbi wouldn’t have want to see you this way, she would’ve wanted to see you happy, not punishing yourself like this, she would’ve wanted you to move on, Jeno, you think she’d like seeing you wallowing in self loathing?” Jaemin says in a huff, he’s tried spelling this out in a kinder way to his best friend, but it doesn’t seem to get through that thick skull of his.

Jeno doesn’t answer, he just dodges his friend’s attempts of wanting to talk more, locking himself inside his room, wishing that the remorse, guilt, and heartbreak would just swallow him up. He hates himself for betraying Eunbi, even if it was just a mere kiss, contemplating on what Jaemin had said, could he really move on without feeling guilty as sin?

The cold wind prickles Jeno’s skin, his worn out padding not doing much to block the harshest of the weather, cursing to himself as he climbs down the stairs, not a single person in sight at this period and this hour, and then he sees it, the familiar tombstone, he sighs in relief as he takes in the sight of Eunbi’s tiny photo on the slab.

Fishing out a small cloth from his jean pocket, he wipes the photo of Eunbi before he wipes away the dust atop the tombstone and the dust on the slab of stone where he sits whenever he visits.

“I’ve missed you,” Jeno says as he places down a bouquet of roses, Eunbi loves roses, he calls it cliche, she says it’s because she loves how roses are one of the flowers that attract butterflies the most.

“I used to think I would get the opportunity to grow old with you, a house, a car, and maybe two kids, the cliche, but,” Jeno stops himself, swallowing the lump down his throat before he continues, “I guess those weren't in the cards for us in this lifetime,” Jeno says before exhaling a long sigh, “but sometimes I do think, would we have really gone on our entire lives? Would we have broken up along the road? Those 2 years of loving you, and spending my whole childhood with you by my side were beautiful, and every single day without you by my side was a living hell, but when I thought nothing could really bring me back to life, I met someone, and I feel so fucking guilty towards you, and I don't know if I'm supposed to feel what I'm feeling for her, I love you, and I always will, but I can't deny what I'm feeling for her either, so now I'm here, Eunbi-ah, please tell me what should I do, if you told me to wait till my dying days to reunite with you, I will, please just give me a sign,” Jeno pleads hopelessly, a hand caressing the tiny photo of Eunbi.

Just then, a tiny flutter of wings catches his eye, and a butterfly lands on the bouquet of roses in front of him.

‘Is this the sign I’m asking for?’ Jeno asks himself, but when he tries to sit closer for a clearer look, the butterfly flies away with a quick flutter of its wings, the bright yellow contrasting the cloudy sky.

“Are you telling me to move on too, Eunbi-ah?” Jeno says with a long sigh, next life, maybe things would be different then.

After watching the sunset with Eunbi, Jeno drove home and immediately stormed into Jaemin's room, his friend was busy watching cat videos when he interrupted him, not a surprising thing for him to do honestly.

“What’s up?” Jaemin asks, swivelling his gaming chair to face his friend who had made himself comfortable on his bed.

“I need advice,” Jeno said, which earned him one of his friend’s classic menace smiles which makes him look like the Grinch.

You have no plans today, you had just finished having pizza with Yeri, your roommate slash bestie announcing that you needed a self care day after the shit storm a certain someone put you through.

Suddenly, your doorbell rings, Yeri’s in the bathroom, so you get the door, assuming that she ordered dessert in advance without telling you, but to your shock, it was Jeno, and in his hands are supermarket flowers that he used to joke were overpriced for its minimal packaging.

“I’m sorry for everything, I was a coward and an emotionally constipated asshole, and I know I don’t deserve a second a chance, but if you’d give me the chance, I promise I’ll try my best not to fuck up, and if I do, I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you,” Jeno says, pleading his case with you, everyone often jokes about how Jeno looks like a samoyed, but right now, he looks like a puppy with the way his eyes are trained on you, analysing your every movement and flicker of expression, awaiting your verdict.

“You’re not an asshole for taking your time to mourn and move on from Eunbi, but Jeno, are you sure you’re ready to jump into a relationship? I know you still miss her dearly, and it was mean of me to ask so much from you, you don’t have to be with me if you’re doing this out of guilt, Jeno, I don’t want your pity,” you explain, you don’t want to see the sight of his guilty eyes whenever you’re with him, it would crush your soul to bits, to never have his heart entirely.

“No, I’m serious, I thought things through and realised that I can miss her and love the moments I had with her and still move on to the next chapter of my life, I used to think to love her means I shouldn’t allow anyone in my heart, but Jaemin’s right, she wouldn’t have wanted to see me like this, and I know you wouldn’t want to see me like this either, I want to give us a chance, I’m sorry I came to my senses so late, I hope it’s not too late,” Jeno says, his heart aches when he sees rivulets of tears stream down your face, he places the flowers on the bench next to him before he extends his arms to you, and he sighs in content when he feels your arms around him, your face buried in his chest, he reaches a hand up to pat your head, comforting you.

“Well, I just got a text from Joy that she wants to grab drinks, so I’m gonna head out, you two talk things out on your own, call me if you need anything,” Yeri says before she takes her leave, wanting to give the two of you privacy.

Jeno directs the two of you to the living room, plopping the two of your conjoined bodies onto the couch.

“Hey… don’t cry for me, I’m not worth it,” Jeno says, his hands wiping away your tears with the back of his hand. You choked up a laugh through your tears, swaying your head sideways.

“It’s not that, I’m just, I already accepted the idea of not having you, and now that you’re here… I’m just, surprised– but glad,” you confessed, god, you hate crying for a man, but at least the fool in this fable gets her happy ending after all.

“I’m glad too, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have been mad in the slightest if you said no, but thank you, thank you for giving me this chance,” Jeno says as he wraps you up in his arms, and he feels you sink into hold, and that’s how the two of you fall asleep on your bed that night.

‘Come earlier, I have a surprise for you ;)’

You smile to yourself when you see the text from Jeno, wondering if he got you the new grapes that are in season or something. When you got there a few hours earlier, the house was relatively empty, partygoers aren't here yet and only a few freshmen were setting up the place for the frat party. You let yourself in Jeno’s room, surprised to see that it’s empty, but soon you hear light footsteps pad into the room before your eyes are being covered by a familiar pair of hands.

“What grand surprise do you have for me, Jeno?” you ask, turning around, his hands drop from your face, but you keep your eyes closed, not wanting to spoil the surprise on his behalf.

“Wait, one sec, okay, now you can open your eyes,” Jeno says excitedly.

You peered your eyes open and a gasp left your lips.

“Oh my god, it’s blue!” you say, not believing your eyes, your hands reach out to touch his hair, not fried from the bleach dye, thankfully.

“Wanted to have something fresh to mark the start of our relationship, and seeing my hair on those filters you put on me gave me the idea of dyeing my hair,” Jeno explains, “do you like it?” he tapers off, a bit insecure because you look like you love it, but you haven’t said anything to confirm it yet.

“I love it,” you say as you turn his head from side to side to get a better look at the entire haircut with a giant smile on your face.

“Let me take a quick shower and get dressed then we can head down,” Jeno says with a quick peck before he retrieves his things and leave for the bathroom, leaving you to your devices, or moreso Jeno’s devices, you love watching concert videos on his screen, that expensive hunk of equipment is clearer than your vision.

However, halfway through watching old concert videos, you took notice of his drawer not being closed all the way, out of curiosity, you open it to see what it stores, and to your shock, a jewellery box is the first thing you see, the box design tells you that it isn’t anywhere near brand new.

Maybe you shouldn’t be snooping around, but you couldn’t help yourself, Jeno never gets mad at you, he even tells you his phone password, he has nothing to hide, and so you pry the box open with gentle hands.

The glint of the perfectly preserved crystals caught your eye, then you recognise the shape of the pendant, butterfly, Jeno used to wear this ever since Eunbi passed, why isn’t he wearing it anymore? Did he think you’d mind that he did? That wasn’t the impression you wanted to give off, there’s no point being jealous of someone who’s no longer here, that’s just absurd.

“Oh, you found her old necklace,” Jeno notes with no malice in his voice despite the fact that you feel yourself jumping slightly at the sound of his voice.

“I, I saw your drawer wasn’t closed all the way and just wanted to check it out, sorry,” you apologised, but Jeno quickly brushes off your apology with a reassuring smile, “why aren’t you wearing it anymore? It’s not like I’d get jealous,” you say, scared that the reason he felt like he was obliged to stop wearing it was because of your relationship.

“I know you won’t get jealous, and I didn’t take it off like right after you said yes, I just thought it was time a few days ago, to put some things to rest, I’ll look back on these things from time to time, but I think it’s time to put some distance for me to move forward,” Jeno explains as his hands are laid on your shoulders, the weight and the brush of his thumbs comforting you.

“I’m just worried you’re rushing things for me,” you reason.

“I’m not, so don’t worry,” Jeno assures once again, “how about we go down now?” Jeno suggests after hearing the music starting from below, you agree instantly, maybe you’re just too stressed about everything, a drink sounds amazing now.

“Look who just made their long awaited debut,” Jaemin said at the sight of the two of you making way to the usual spot your friend group usually sits at.

Jeno tenses up when Renjun meets his eyes, his best friend had given him a long talk when he had heard from you that Jeno finally came around, needless to say, Jeno would never want to get on his best friend’s bad side, he’s sure he would manage to beat him up despite being much shorter than him.

Distantly, Jeno could hear you tell Jaemin to shut up before there’s too much attention placed on you and Jeno, your skin is thick, but you know Jeno doesn’t like too much attention on him, hence with a little more teasing, your friends switch topics, and just like that things are back to normal, a bit too normal for your liking, because soon, a girl makes her way to Jeno to ask for a dance, but your boyfriend quickly declines and explains that he won’t be casually hooking up with anyone anymore.

Even though you were silent the entire interaction, Jeno could see the jealousy in your eyes and the way you immediately downed a shot of soju.

“Someone’s jealous?” Jeno asks, clearly amused by the sight in front of him, pulling you closer into his embrace, he doesn't want anyone eavesdropping on a conversation where you could possibly feel vulnerable.

“Nope, not at all,” you say briskly, clearly overcompensating, dodging his kiss, Jeno laughing at your antics.

“Okay, whatever you say,” Jeno says, letting you be.

Although unfortunately for Jeno, things get a twist of events when he sees Yang Yang waving to you from afar with a smile too friendly for his liking when the two of you were swaying to the beat on the dance floor, and you quickly see your samoyed of a boyfriend turn into a doberman right in front of your eyes, gone was the puppy eyes that are quickly replaced by the obvious glare in his eyes.

“Looks like someone's jealous,” you tease, playing with the freshly cut ends of his hair at his nape.

“Let's head up, party sucks today,” Jeno says, pulling you by your hand, leading you upstairs to his room, quick on his feet but not fast to the point where you can’t keep up in your heels.

When the door shuts behind you, Jeno quickly kicks off his own shoes before he squsts down to slip off your heels for you, then immediately he tosses you over his shoulder as if you weigh as much as a feather, tossing you on his bed with a bounce before he climbs on the bed himself, his moves slow and calculative as if he was predator stalking its prey, behind his eyes, you can see the gears behind moving as he thinks of what to do with you, but when you reach up to touch his cheek, you see his eyes softening around the edges, the control you have over him sends a shudder down your spine, Jeno smiles at that realisation when he comes to the conclusion that if you asked, he’d relinquish all control over his life to you if you asked, he’s willing to give you all of him at your request, now that he knows life is fragile not to love wholeheartedly, but he knows what you want, and for now, at this moment, you want Jeno to guide you, but what he asks you catches you off guard.

“What’s your average kill in a match on codm?” he asks as he hovers over you, arms caging your body.

“What? I don’t know, like 15 if you’re asking about multiplayer,” you answer in a tone of disbelief.

Jeno has that familiar cunning mirth on his face when he reaches for your phone that you had previously placed on his nightstand so as to not get in the way when things get heated.

“You think you can reach your average while I eat you out?” Jeno asks as he passes you your phone.

You feel heat crawl up your face when you register his words, can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he sounds, but you’ll indulge him.

“I’ll try my best, just for you,” you agree, but you know there’s more to his proposition.

“Before you say yes, there’s a catch, if you don’t get 15 kills, for every kill you lack is one spank,” Jeno says with a quirked brow, his eyes challenging you.

You don’t consider yourself competitive, but when it comes to a game you know you’re good at, it ignites the dormant competitiveness in you that you swear you outgrew as a teenager.

“Deal,” you agree, you’re gonna win either way, if you fail awfully at the game, you still get to get your back blown out regardless, and in Jeno’s words, you've always been a masochist, maybe just a little bit. There must be some truth to it since you were sleeping with Yuta of all people.

“Let me know when you start,” Jeno says as you open the app, telling him when the countdown begins, and quickly he takes off your skirt and panties to toss it to the side of his bed.

Jeno starts off slow, his index finger tracing your slit, starting from the bottom, it piques your interest, but it doesn’t take away your focus entirely, until his fingertip hits the bundle of your nerves, your breath hitches, but you still manage to get your third kill of the game.

You look so hot like this, all concentrated on your phone screen, not so different from how you usually game, other than the fact that you now have your bottom lip between your teeth to ground yourself, Jeno hears another three more kills when he decides to go in for the actual kill, leaning down to capture your clit between his lips, hollowing his lips as his fingers enters you, so fucking wet, god, Jeno, groans to himself, he can’t wait to be inside you, your cursing distracts Jeno from his train of filthy thoughts.

“Died?” Jeno asks before he dives back to his feast between your legs, he distantly hears you cursing at a sniper before he feels your legs twitching when he finally finds your sensitive spot, fingers curling upward, knowing that you usually cave in and ask him to fuck you at this point when you’re having regular foreplay.

You curse silently when you realise you lost count of how many kills you managed to secure, you haven’t gotten a single headshot in this match, and when the score limit reaches its end, you can feel the knot in your abdomen threatening to snap, and so you quickly toss your phone aside to grind back on Jeno’s face, his nose has always been such a good placeholder for your clit to hump on, and Jeno loves it, loves how debauched you are, he could just watch you use him to chase your orgasm all night if he wanted to, and when you finally reach your high, a whine of Jeno’s name reaches his ears as he feels your sexy legs wrap around his head and your juices burst in his mouth and the excess dripping down his forearm.

When you finally come back to your senses after ascending to heaven, you check your score on your screen, you breathe a sigh of relief, 11 kills, you proudly show Jeno your score.

“So four spanks, you want to sit through your punishment or would you prefer if I do it in between rearranging your guts?” Jeno offers, since you did so well for him.

You ponder over the suggestion, but the thought of needing to wait longer to get filled has you choosing the latter.

“I think I’d like to be surprised today,” you say before you strip off the rest of your clothing, Jeno’s eyes following every movement you make, licking his lips when he sees the slight jiggle of your tits as you move about, that is until you settle on all four, presenting yourself to him, and a beast claws at Jeno’s belly for a need to just take you.

It’s like you read his mind, because you tell him to just put it in, that you’re loose enough from the foreplay, you say as you spread your cheeks for him, the sight of your wet pussy has him losing all control, who is he to deny you when you’re presented so prettily for him like this? He’s no god, any man would crack under your ministrations.

So he doesn’t hold back, grasping his cock in one hand while he parts your folds with the other, cursing when he finally slips in your warm and wet hole, slowly sliding in till the hilt, he loves this process, loves the way you shudder when you feel him intrude your walls inch by inch, your lips parted as your head rests on his pillow.

When you’ve adjusted to his size, you whimper out a singular word, move, before you feel your whole world fizzle away as pleasure clouds your head at the first thrust, always rough when you need him to be, rough and fast, that’s Jeno’s preferred pace, quickly locating your sensitive spot with the thick tip of his cock that has you screaming into his pillow, but no matter how hard you try to muffle your voice, the headboard banging against the walls is dead giveaway of how you’re having your back broken by Jeno, but you throw all caution to the wind if it means you get feel the feeling of such ecstasy flowing through your whole body, you swear every time he drills his cock inside you, the more pleasure you feel, and the dumber you get, when all thoughts of sanity get replaced by the primal need to chase your high, your train of thoughts, or lack thereof since all you were thinking were the word ‘cock’ on repeat, gets broken by a harsh smack on your butt, it came out of nowhere, catching you off guard, and it shows by how your walls clench tightly on Jeno’s dick, your release coating his length.

“Fuck, you’re such a fucking pain slut, aren’t you? One smack has you cumming on my dick like some virgin,” Jeno spats out as he keeps fucking you, knowing that you’re extra sensitive after two orgasms upping his motivation to drive you absolutely mad.

Jeno quickly finds your clit, the poor thing swollen with the treatment Jeno previously put it through, rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves roughly, which has you bucking before he sends two smacks its way.

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself as you feel tears prickling the corner of your eyes, trying so hard not to cum from the pain, and in doing so, you clench around Jeno so hard that has him stop mid thrust to anchor himself, he still wants to get at least one more out of you before he cums.

He resumes after having a bit fun with fondling your tits, thanking gravity with the way he could feel the weight of them in his palm, he’s gonna have to suck on them after he’s done with this, he thinks to himself before he goes back to chasing his high, planting one of his feet on the ground to fuck you faster, and soon you could feel yourself cumming at any second, whispering how you’re close to Jeno, before you feel another spank being sent to your clit, the pain and the oversensitivity pushing you over the edge with a scream of Jeno’s name and a fist forming with the sheets on his bed.

“Fuck, love it when you squirt for me,” you hear Jeno distantly, not really registering his words until you feel your thighs being slicked with your release, which Jeno promptly cleans up with his pack of wet tissue he’s kept in his room by the dozen ever since he found out you’re squirter.

When the three towels are stripped from under you and into the hamper, Jeno finally joins you under his fluffy blanket, holding you close.

“I didn’t go too far right?” Jeno asks, he trusts that you will use your safeword if he ever goes over the limit, but he always does a final check in after you settle, just in case you drop into a vulnerable state where you need extra care and attention.

“No, of course not, I feel more than fine, but thank you for asking,” you say before pecking his lips sweetly.

“You hungry? Craving anything? I could check if the guys are getting delivery, see if you want anything,” Jeno offers, but you shake your head.

“Just want some cuddles and sleep, I’ll let you know what I’m craving for brunch tomorrow, but now, I need to recharge,” you say as you snuggle closer to Jeno, practically attached at the hip, but Jeno lets you, combing through your hair for you as you drift off to sleep.

Jeno was first to wake, quickly climbing out of bed to shut his blinds, knowing that you absolutely despise being blinded by the sun rays first thing in the morning, you’ve always been a night owl after all.

After washing up in the bathroom, he makes his way back to you, still sleeping, cuddled under his blankets, just like how he’s tucked you in before he left his room, you don’t move much in your sleep, Jeno notices as he climbs back in bed, it’s no wonder why you always remain in his arms the whole night.

Jeno looked over to his alarm clock to see that it’s almost 10am, he knows this is the time you prefer waking up, and when Jeno sees his blanket slipping off your shoulder to reveal your smooth skin, Jeno has the best idea on how to wake you up, and maybe, even the whole house if he does well enough, and well, unfortunately for the other people sleeping right now, Jeno’s always been a top scorer for anything he puts his mind to, Jeno chuckles to himself at the thought of being a menace as he makes his way under the blankets.

You’ve never had everyone giving you the stink eye before, well, at least not in this frat house, and the one who looks most annoyed is none other than Haechan, whose room is next door to Jeno’s.

“I swear to god, hearing them made my hangover even worse,” Haechan mutters, but loud enough for everyone at the breakfast table to hear, Johnny was the first one to laugh, Johnny had left the party early for a hookup hence the lack of a hangover, he had just got back in time for this comedy show.

“You’re laughing?! My head is still pounding from last night’s drinking and worsened by their shenanigans and you’re laughing?! God, why did Renjun have to get lucky last night, they always pull shit like this when he’s gone,” Haechan complains, or moreso whining, if you asked Jeno.

“Come on, Haechan-ah, it couldn’t have been that bad, I didn’t even hear a thing,” Sungchan says, coming to Jeno’s defence quickly, they’re coursemates after all, and Jeno is always a big help to him, he loves Haechan, but he’s doing this for his own good.

“Your room is on the other side of the house, of course you barely heard anything, she literally sounded like she was getting mauled by a wild animal, listen, let me try and recreate-

Two taps on Jeno’s lap has your boyfriend springing up from his seat with a deadly gaze and Haechan goes silent before he screams bloody murder, running for Jaemin or Mark, whoever he finds first, Sungchan sighs to himself while Johnny and Jungwoo laugh at the comedic scene in front of them, and you can’t help but laugh along with them too, Haechan might have tried making fun of you, but you know Jeno would always be there to silence him for you, and honestly, you could get used to this life you share with Jeno.

The end.

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Grocery girl: Ken Sato x Reader pt. 4

You were a delivery girl who was frequently dispatched to famous baseball player's Ken Sato residence, you were a nobody that anyone hardly paid attention to, until you found the legendary baseball passed out on his front steps looking like hell, being a bit of worry wart you help him inside and that things took a HUGE turn when you find yourself playing mommy for a giant baby dragon….

Part 1, Part 2,Part3

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The thing about being new parents is they go into it not thinking how much it'll change their life. as they build a routine around the baby's care that they often forget that they're still people, and need to take of themselves and each other wise over time the stress will start to boil over. And Ken had reached that boiling point as he came home from the game furious cos he got chewed out by the coach and he took his frustrations out on R/n as soon as he walked through the door.

The aftermath of the argument that ensued left Kenji with a sore cheek and even more bruised ego as R/n stormed out of the house in tears her parting words being "You have no right coming at me like, Sato! I'm not who took in giant baby and forced a stranger to uproot her life, because he's too proud admit that he bit off more than he could chew." Kenji made his way downstairs and felt his legs shake as he made his way towards the baby's containment chamber feeling even more frustrated.

He finally breaks down crying grieving over the stress and trials that came with parenting and driving off the only person that had been trying to help him and what was worst...even if he did go after R/n, he wouldn't know where she would go! in the month that they've lived together; never once had they ever sat down and just have a real conversation that didn't involve the baby. That, and he hadn't exactly been the nicest guy since she moved in with him either.

Mina asked if Ken would like to hit some balls as that usually helps him feel better and started up a simulation of the dodger stadium. Unfortunately Ken's frustrations seem to grow as he missed every pitch thrown his way, Baby watched him curiously and started giggling thinking he was being silly; He eventually got sick of everything and retreated to his room.

He kicked the mini fridge in his couch open finding a single can of coconut water. Ken snorted tried to kick the drawer shut but it was being stubborn after the fourth kick it finally locked and Ken buried his head into his hands. Mina approached him concerned, she explained that Kenji was experiencing a breakdown due to stress, no surprises there. She asked if he would like to participate in a counseling session simulation. Ken didn't want that.

"I need to talk to someone, not something...offense Mina."

"Then perhaps you should call someone, a friend? "

"A friend...Well I just chased out the closest person I could call a...."

"Ken?"

Ken had an idea who to call he ended up calling Ami Wakita for help hopefully she can help him sort his head out and maybe help fix things with R/n, but first he had to come off as subtle as possible so the reporter doesn't suspect his current living situation. Ken waited a rings for Ami answer. "Miss Wakita,. It's Ken, Ken Sato, I need to talk to you." Ami panicked a little thinking Ken calling to complain about her most recent article she'd done on him. "Oh, Mr. Sato. If this is about what I wrote, I'm sorry but I solely write based on what I see-" Ken interrupted her assuring that the reason for him calling had nothing to do with her article, he just needed a minute to talk.

Ami cut him a deal; five minutes of talking and he gives her an exclusive interview, Ken reluctantly agreed her her terms and began talking. He wanted to know how she does make it work? How does she juggle her job while also caring for her family at the same time? "I mean, how did you did not lose it on your partner or resist the urge to throw your kid out a window?" There was a slight pause on the other end and Ken was worried he said too much before Ami spoke. "Ken, do you have a secret wife and child? cos that would make one heck of a story.~" Ken felt his cheeks burn as he firmly denied it Ami snickered assuring him that she was joking.

She told him that parenting was difficult even with two people but it's a rewarding journey and though it can seem bleak and stressful at times, but there's always that awe that comes with these little lives are relying on imperfect you to guide them through it all, even teaching you a few things along the way the feeling you get from experiencing it is... "Incredible..." Ken said in awe as he watched the baby trying to copy him from watching some of his old games.

He asked Mina to lower the kaiju's containment field and managed to get a hold of a giant baseball bat he just randomly had lying around and handed it off to the baby. "...And your five minutes are up!" Amy stated Ken hadn't heard her right away as he was trying to Baby how to swing her bat. "Ken, are you still there?" The baseball players eyes widened as remembered her was on call with her. "Oh, yeah. thanks!" Ami said his thanks can be the exclusive interview he promised. "Ah, right. Let's meet tomorrow at Tonkatsu Tonki in Meguro, around 7?" He hung up before Ami agreed and Ken returned to teaching Baby how to play baseball he had Mina bring up a simulation a baseball field from his childhood complete with his mom cheering him on front the stands.

Ken showed the baby how to hold her bat and went to pitchers mound the first try didn't go so well as Ken had accidentally nailed her in the forehead causing baby to started crying; Ken went to calm her down and reassure her. "It's okay, it happens. We'll try again. this time keep your eye on the ball." Ken went to pitch again and this time baby hit a homerun! Ken and Mina cheered and ran up to the kaiju. "C'mon girl, time to run your bases!" the the baby laughed and chirped giddily as she followed her daddy.

Cut to an hour later the baby has fallen asleep though with some difficulty, Ken learned that R/n would sing to the infant kaiju; which was news to him(he was usually K.O.'d or fighting Kaiju while R/n was on duty.) According to Mina R/n has lovely singing voice. Lucky the teddy bear R/n got Baby combined some Music box melodies playing on the speakers was enough to calm the infant dragon down. Now Ken had different matter to attend to: Apologizing to R/n. it's been an hour or so and she still hasn't come back...

He did relax a little knowing they were on an island so she couldn't have gone far, she would've had to borrow one of his cars to leave (There was a Baby incident with R/n's car.)..."Mina did you give R/n a watch?" he asked in an anxious tone Mina confirmed that she had. "Bring her location up." Ken brows furrowed in concern as R/n location showed her off the shore in the ocean. "She probably walked onto a shoal path and got trapped on on a rock something when the tide came in." Mina theorized that didn't calm Ken's nerves as he told Mina to keep an eye on baby while he went to look for R/n he turned into Ultraman left for a swim out the airlock.

Meanwhile

R/n was cold, sore, wet and pissed off and worst off trapped on this rusty-ass buoy that she managed to grabbed onto as the current pulled her away from the shore, R/n scratched her arms and legs up from climbing onto to it as the ocean came more restless with each passing minute, and all she could do was sit there and berate herself. "Because you let it get to you, You let the stress and Ken get to you and that's you how you drowned in the sea...." R/n eyes widened horror as the realization dawns on her "Holy crap, I'm going to drown in the sea" Her complexion turned ashen as she last out a small gasp. "..Just like Meimei's card reading said." R/n said thinking back to her last shift.

*R/n was sitting in the DN6 break room eating lunch while Meimei sat across from her giving her a Tarot card reading with Digimon cards??? R/n looks at cards then at the teen skeptically. "...And how exactly would I drown in tea?" she asked while taking a bite of her sandwich.*

R/n thought it over for moment then shrugged "Eh, close enough..." And this was All be cause she just wanted a few minutes to herself and to be far away from Ken as possible! But being stuck out here made R/n realize she couldn't really blame him for lashing like that. He was stressed out they both were, neither of them haven't had a moment of peace in what seemed like forever! Hell they've barely spoke to each other since R/n moved in...One of them was bound to snap from the pressure eventually!

R/n looked across the pitch dark bay at the distance of the Ultrabase and wondered if she should risk it and try to swim back? The delivery girl looked down at her scrapped hand and legs then snorted. She'd never make it, R/n was by no means a profession swimmer and even if she was there was a risk of riptides; that with all the blood she was leaking she'd be inviting every predator in a near mile to a free dinner!

While was stressing over her current predicament she failed to noticed the two blue lights under the waters surface searching around until they looked up, they seem brightened up when they noticed her sitting at the water's edge, R/n let out a panicked yelp as tried to hang on to the buoy for dear life as the waves caused by the unknown entity crashed against it threatening to send R/n tumbling out to sea! *Oh, Great...now I'm gonna get eaten by a kaiju!* The delivery girl thought as the unknown creature broke the waters surface but what greeted R/n wasn't some aquatic monster wanting to eat her but instead the towering figure of Ultraman standing over her.

"R/n." He said with a relieved sigh as he leaned down to get better look at her. "Are you okay?" The delivery girl hugged the buoy tight as his movements caused the water to shift around. "I'd be happier if I was on land!" the delivery girl whined as the buoy shifted violently Ken reached out and held the buoy still while he held out his free hand out for R/n to climb on to. The tiny woman reluctantly hopped on and expected Ken to just walk them back to the base but instead he suddenly cupped his other hand over her. "Hey, take a deep breath for me, ok?" R/n looked up confused at what Ken was doing. "Hold my breath? what for-" her voiced echoed of into the distance as Ultraman suddenly flew off into the sky.

R/n felt like her stomach was yanked into her feet as Ultraman flew them somewhere when he finally stopped and set her down R/n needed a minute to get her bearings before looking around her eyes widened in awe as she took in the white sandy beach and untamed jungle in the distance. "Where is this?" she asked looking up at the silver giant who rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's just a random island my dad used for training, it's small enough not show up on any maps and completely uninhabited." he explained as the [y/hc] woman looked out into surroundings she could see some parts of the the island were all kinds of torn up and in the pale moonlight she could see areas of the beach were glassed over like it had been hit by a lighting strike or say an alien energy beam...

"Why did you bring me here-....Are you going kill me?!" Ultraman looked at her startled "What the hell makes you think that?!" R/n goes on a rant on how she knows and seen too much, she could go to the press! Which she wouldn't actually... but still she's a liability to his life! "Would you calm down? I'm not gonna kill you...I brought you here to talk." Ken reassured as he sat down, it was kinda funny seeing Ultraman sitting so casually in that sand as R/n reluctantly joined him...

the two of them relaxed to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and crickets chirping in distant the jungle as Ken finally spoke up. "I'm sorry freaked out at you like that, It's just this whole thing with the baby and my jobs-" His timer started blinking R/n put her hand on his thigh. "Hey, It's okay. I get it..." Ken didn't seemed too convinced.

"No, what you said earlier; about uprooting your life... I never thanked you once for that did I?" The giant asked looking down the human his eyes dimmed somberly as R/n removed her hand from his thigh and looked down at her lap. "It wouldn't hurt to hear it every now and then...." The giant moved his hand so it was rested behind R/n who leaned back against it. "Well thanks, for everything." he said as the two sat in silence for a few moments enjoying the silence before R/n spoke up.

"I'm curious why haven't you switched back to human, don't you have 3 minutes or something?" Ultraman looked down at her oddly. "Uh...What? I don't have time limit, why would you think that?" he asked with sight laugh R/n's mouth opened but closed again when she couldn't come up with an answer. "I'm not sure...maybe I read it somewhere?" Ken was curious now and went to press where she had read that from? but was interrupted by Mina calling informing that the baby was waking up soon and she won't be happy seeing both her parents gone.

"Welp, looks like break time over, let's go home" He held his hand out for R/n to hop onto this time delivery girl was ready for take off as Ultraman jumped up into the sky, when they got back to base Mina chewed Ken out for not bringing straight home to have her scrapes treated before the deciding to run away for an hour.

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{Ultraman didn't turn back into Ken cos he knew they weren't going to be staying on the island long.]

{Also: Did you catch the Archer reference?}

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zweiginator · 20 hours

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need more of the patrick and tashi x tashi's inexperienced roommate i'm going feral like i need them to corrupt her in every possible way

i see you i hear you im with you.

cuz you have had sex before. but not good sex. you lost your virginity to a guy you met freshman year of college and that was all you knew. vanilla, missionary sex that lasted maybe five minutes. six if you count 'foreplay'.

but after what happened with patrick and tashi--you're addicted. and they want to corrupt you. tashi makes patrick touch himself the next day when you're in class. lists out ideas of what he can do to you to see his reactions. everything sounded good to him. but the way his eyes rolled back when tashi mentioned teaching you how to suck his cock--she knew she had a winner.

"perfect." tashi said. "sounds like the most logical step anyway."

"you think she'll want to?" patrick asked, catching his breath. tashi found a washcloth, cleaned the sticky cum from his stomach.

"course she will. she became quite the little slut for us."

they didn't know you dreamt of them. touched your aching little pussy almost every day, too shy to ask them for more, but crossing your fingers there was more to come.

patrick was set to leave in a few days, and you were worried that it was a one-time thing.

but when you got back to your dorm room, it felt like déjà vu, the look they were giving you.

and you were so obedient. always so willing to answer their questions or please them. they adore you. you’re so sweet; they crave you.

“how would you like to learn something new today?” in reality, tashi didn’t know if it would be new. she sort of just assumed you had never given head before.

“like what?” you sat your backpack down, sitting on your bed.

“you ever sucked a cock?” patrick said it in a more lewd manner than tashi would’ve preferred—but it got the point across.

you shook your head. i mean, you almost had. once before. but you never understood why anyone would want to. that was, until you were sitting on patrick’s face. until you watched how he lapped you up, moaned into your cunt and pushed you closer than you thought was even fucking possible. when you turned your head and looked at his cock, how strained it was—god, you wanted to see it. wanted to stroke it and feel how heavy he would be against your tongue. how his breath would hitch and his hands would find your face to grab onto.

“do you want to?” patrick asked, looking at tashi.

“yes.” it was immediate. they smirked at each other. they had corrupted you, made you a dumb little slut for them.

“c’mere.” patrick motioned to you. he sat on the edge of tashi’s bed.

“get on your knees in front of him. don’t worry, we’ll go slow.” tashi said it like she was an extension of her boyfriend. in reality, she was. maybe a part of her felt like this was a release for her. a way for her to fuck you vicariously through patrick’s cock.

you did as she said. patrick’s hands stroked your hair. his thumb pressed against your lips and he told you to open up. that this would act as practice.

“let me feel how you suck on them.”

so you sucked his fingers. took one and then two and eventually three. swirled your tongue around them.

“hallow your cheeks. when it’s my cock you gotta try and be gentle. the teeth can hurt.”

you nodded, suckling harder. suctioning and swirling your tongue. patrick was getting so hard. he pulled his fingers out; a long string of your spit tethered you together.

“i want you naked.” his pretty irises were hidden by lust-blown pupils and you obeyed him. he was hypnotic.

tashi kissed your shoulder as she pulled your shirt off. she helped you with your shorts, and then your panties. she felt how nervous you were, and tilted your chin to look at her.

“don’t worry. you’ll do great. start slow. he’s big.”

you hadn’t thought about the size of him. and as patrick pulled his boxers down and his cock slapped against his toned abdomen, your hands shook.

“here.” tashi grabbed your wrist, spat in your hand. “stroke him. touch him everywhere. he likes when you play with his balls. brush your thumb against this part right here.” tashi ran her thumb over the sensitive crown of patrick’s cock. he whined.

you copied her. “like this?”

she nodded. “good. now stroke him up and down. add more spit if you need.”

you used both hands. spat on him and rubbed his balls. they were velvety; he was so soft and sensitive down there. he twitched and bucked his hips and rolled his head back when you tightened your grip and went faster, faster.

you watched him so intently, trying to see what he liked. he liked it all—but tashi was right. he loved when you played with his balls. so you did it more and more. jerked him faster. used the hot beads of precum that dribbled out of him to make him wetter and wetter.

“now put it in your mouth.” tashi ordered. she was hypnotized—addicted to ordering you around. to dominating her boyfriend without even fucking touching him.

when the head of his cock pushed into your mouth, he groaned. it was a wet, carnal disgusting groan. because he knew his was the first cock to go into your pretty little mouth. and your lips were so stretched around him, so red and wet with spit and precum.

“oh my god.” patrick and tashi said it at the same time.

you stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, but you suctioned and touched his balls and did exactly what they taught you to. even looked patrick right in the eye even though yours were watering.

“good girl. good fucking girl.”

it felt so good to be praised by him. by both of them. you smiled and pulled off his cock and he looked so dejected. he wanted more. but jesus, your smile was so pretty.

“what are you doin-“ he gathered your hair in his hands.

“tashi said you like when i touch you down there.”

you couldn’t even say balls.

and then you sucked them into your mouth and patrick almost screamed. his knuckles were white as he gripped tashi’s baby pink sheets. he was sure he was sweating so hard, dripping onto them.

“fuck yes—“

tashi nodded, leaning forward to pull your hair back. she whispered in your ear.

“he’s going to cum soon. you gonna swallow it?”

you hummed, his pressing a kiss to his balls. licking up his shaft, you nodded.

“good.”

as soon as you reached the tip, you suckled on him, stroking him hard and fast and with a desperate fervor you had never felt before. you needed to make them so proud.

patrick came down your throat; he didn’t even have time to warn you. it was hot and sticky in your mouth but you swallowed it. and you showed them, as tashi held patrick’s head and kissed his forehead, talking him through his orgasm. his breathing was heavy and shallow and tashi listened to his heartbeat as patrick tucked you under his arm. he wouldn’t say it to tashi explicitly but he liked to think you were both his girls.

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What Was I Made For?

06: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: time skip (three months), Sebastian Stan, race inchident, crash, hospital

a/n: Hiiii!!!How is your life going??? I have to thank my lovely @alltoomaples for being the beta reader of this chapter :3 thank you!! And I just have to warn that this is the start of the real deal!

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3 months later. Abu-Dhabi GP.

“Are you sure it's okay if we're seen together?”

After that charity event, where I had an anxiety attack and Sebastian came to help me, the two of us somehow got closer. We exchanged numbers and he texted me every day asking me how I was doing, if I felt better or if I had an anxiety attack again. And that concern turned into something more as weeks passed by, ending in something like a situationship.

“Of course. They should mind their own business” I smiled. “You came to support me”

He smiled and nodded, pressing a light kiss on my head and grabbing his backpack, getting ready to leave the hotel room to go to the track.

Avoiding Charles in Maranello was easy, I only had to look at the schedule and go whenever he wasn't there or even being in the same building but making sure I didn't see him at all. During race weeks was harder, because our garages were next to each other and the team briefings were in the same room, but that didn't stop me from sitting on the other side of the table and ignoring him.

And now that the season was finally ending, I could finally breathe in peace knowing that the only time I'll see him after this race is going to be at the team dinner.

I got out of the hotel room with Sebastian behind me holding my hand, squeezing it softly as we walked towards the elevator. The last three months with him were amazing, he always supported me even if he had to be away filming, sending me gifts or calling me before a race.

“This is the last race of the season, right?” he asked. “Why don't we go somewhere to have a week alone, only the two of us? Maybe somewhere warm?”

“That sounds amazing” I smiled looking at him, pressing a kiss on his cheek and hugging his arm.

If someone ever told me that I could do something like this with the one and only Sebastian Stan, I would tell them that they had drugs on their drink. But here I am, waking up next to him some mornings and feeling his touch all over my body.

I knew there were rumors about us. Some people somehow connected dots and started saying that Sebastian and I were dating. And the comments are everything but good. I had haters all over my career, but since that night of September the hate started to get worse, making fans get creative and make comments about everything I did: be with someone older than me, going to fashion events, trying to start a clothing brand.

“You are tense” Sebastian said while we walked towards my car.

“I'm okay, it's just… I'm tired” I smiled weakly. “It's been a long season, all I need is to rest”

“Are you sure?” he sighed. “It's just… Lately you've been so tired, Dafne. And I worry about you”

“Don't worry, really” I smiled, squeezing his hand softly. “After this race I'm all yours, okay?”

He smiled softly and nodded, kissing my temple and getting in the Ferrari. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, preparing myself for what is about to come once I'm near the track. I swallowed thickly, feeling tears burning my eyes and the knot of my neck not letting me breathe.

I can do this, just one more day. I can handle this. Another day or hearing the crowd roaring, engineers talking to me asking me to push more and more, fake smiles to the photographers. Just one more day until I can disappear for a while and come back stronger to fight Charles.

I sighed, opening the door and sitting on the driver seat, looking at Sebastian and smiling weakly. This will be the first time he will come to a race, and even if we made clear to the other that what we had right now was everything we wanted, I was still nervous about what people would think and assume, how he would react to the hate.

“It will be okay, yeah?” he smiled looking at me, placing his hand on my knee and squeezing it softly. “The race will end before you know it and then you won't have to be around him for some months”

I smiled weakly and nodded, driving towards the track. My grip on the steering wheel is tight, with my mind working nonstop about the different scenarios of what will happen once my car appears near the track, with all those fans there waiting for the drivers. Will they be respectful? Will they scream profanities? Will they hate seeing Sebastian next to me? The hate will be towards me or towards him?

I clenched my jaw when I started to see all the people behind the barriers, taking pictures of the cars that drove in front of them, calling the names of the drivers. I recognized Lando's car in front of mine, and I could hear the fans calling him, excited to see him. But when I drove pass them, the turned their heads to look at the car behind me.

“God, not even taking pictures of this beauty?” Sebastian said, trying to cut the tension. “Come on, this car is amazing, when will be the next time they'll see a Ferrari Roma?”

“This is Abu Dhabi, Seb” I smiled weakly. “They have supercars in every corner…”

I looked at him smiling weakly. I know he tries to cheer me up, but it's not the first time they do this. I'm already used to being ignored.

“My family will be in the hospitality during the race, you want to be with them?” I asked him, changing the subject.

“Don't mind me, I love your family, they are great” he smiled. “But… I want to be in the garage. I-if that's okay with you, of course. I want to experience a race inside of the garage”

“Yeah of course” I smiled. “You'll have to stay in the back, but… Yeah, sure”

He smiled and nodded, biting his lip and looking at the front.

What people will if they see him in the garage? What will media say?

I swallow thickly and park the car, taking deep a deep breath before opening the door. Sebastian got out after me, looking all the time at me. I grabbed my backpack and locked the car, looking around.

“Go ahead” Sebastian smiled, nodding. “I'll be okay. It's just scanning the pass and then I have to walk to the big red building, right?”

“Yeah” I nodding, grabbing tightly the backpack. “I'll see you there”

I took a deep breath and walked away, wanting to go back and kiss his lips, but I knew people had their cameras ready to picture every move I made. So, instead of that, I walked alone with the biggest fake smile I could make, scanning my pass and walking through the paddock, letting the photographers take pictures of me.

Chin up, bitch smile, walk straight.

During most part of the day I felt nauseous. And my chest hurt.

“Probably your period will come soon” my sister Soleil said. “You want me to give you some vitamins?”

“Yeah, sure” I nodded, moving my shoulders in circles to warm up. “And give me a cold jacket before I go to the anthem”

The last few days I have been feeling weird, true. My breasts were more sensitive and I felt swollen.

“Thank God this is the last race if the season” I sighed.

Sebastian was out of my room with the rest of my family while Soleil helped me get ready for the race. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, slipping the fireproof shirt inside the leggings.

“Yeah, probably it's the period” I sighed looking at my abdomen.

I walked out of the room with the suit hanging on my hips, grabbing the bottle of water and walking towards my family and Sebastian. I saw Charles' family near, and I just smiled weakly at them before hugging Sebastian.

“You ready?” he smiled, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my back.

“Yeah, I'm just a little nauseous” I smiled weakly. “Probably I shouldn't have eaten that yogurt from earlier…”

“I'm sure it's nothing” my mom smiled. “You always get nervous in the last race of the season, is normal”

I nodded and smiled weakly, hugging Sebastian tighter as he rubbed my back, comforting me.

I heard Charles walking out of his room and I tensed immediately. I can't avoid him always, we are in the same team, even if we hate it.

“I have to go make the team photos” I sighed, kissing Sebastian's jaw. “The race is in an hour, you can go to the garage now”

“Okay” he smiled kissing my forehead.

I smile looking at him walk away, biting my lip when I heard my sisters giggling. I rolled my eyes and grab the helmet Erica was holding for me.

“What would say the Dafne of a year ago?” she smirked.

“About what?” I laughed.

“Well, look at you and Sebastian” she smiled.

“Yeah, well” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “We are not dating”

“Yet” she smirked.

“We are too busy for that” I sighed.

I walked out of the hospitality and went towards the garage, smiling weakly when I saw Sebastian already with a headset hanging on his neck. I walked towards him and smiled.

“You'll be okay here?” I asked him.

“Of course I'll be” he smiled, holding my helmet while I zipped the suit. “Smile, okay?”

“Yeah” I sighed, smiling weakly and grabbing the helmet, following all the workers that were walking towards the stands where the picture will be taken.

Charles was already there, following me with his eyes. He was already sitting in the tyre of his car, with his helmet resting on his thigh. I ignored his eyes and sat on the tyre of my car, looking at the camera with my helmet on my thigh, wishing this would end fast so I could take a lap on my car to place it on the grid.

“Are you okay?”

I frown, turning my head slowly and looking at Charles standing next to me. I laughed loudly, standing up. Did he really ask that?

“As if you cared” I laughed.

“You look pale. If you get sick today it won't be good for the team” he frowned.

“Mind your own shit, Leclerc” I said. “What I do is none of your business”

I walked away fast before he could talk to me more, not wanting to interact with him at all. I got inside of my car and after the track was clear, I drive to the postion I'm starting the race.

But things do not always go how I planned. The moment I got out of the car he was already there, looking at me with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Fuck off” I groaned.

“I heard you throw up this morning, Morelli” he frowned. “Remember our rooms are next to the other”

“So? Am I not allowed to feel sick?” I scoffed.

“Today is an important race for the team, Dafne!” he exclaimed. “If we want to keep the second position of the championship we have to be in the podium. And if you are not feeling well, that won't happen”

“Come on, don't make me laugh” I frowned. “I drove multiple races having the period, with cramps making me want to get out of the fucking car and curl in my bed! And did I do it? No, right? So shut the fuck up, focus on your own race and leave me alone”

I groaned, hugging the helmet and starting to walk away. But again, he's not satisfied with making me mad, so he keeps opening his mouth.

“Why did you bring that dude?”

I frown, turning around on my heels and frowning.

“Oh, now we are talking about my private life?” I laughed.

“He's too old for you” he frowned.

“Oh my God, shut up!” I exclaimed, walking closer to him. “Do you have something else to say? At least I am with someone that has a brain and a job and doesn't need my money to be someone. Oh, and he is way better in bed than you, asshole”

I saw him clenching his jaw as well as his fist, and I knew that it hurt him. Groaning, I turned around and walked towards the garage to have one last meeting with my engineers to have everything ready before the race.

I walked towards Sebastian once the meeting was done and he welcomed me with that shy smile he always has. He was on my side of the garage, opening his arms slowly as I walked closer to him.

“Are you ready?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist while I hugged his neck, playing with the baby hairs of his nape.

“I am” I sighed. “And you?”

“I’m excited to see my girl being an absolute badass out there” he smiled, making me freeze after I heard those words.

“Your girl?” I whisper. “S-Seb…”

“I know” he sighed, pressing his lips on my forehead. “We’ll talk after this, okay? Come back to me with the big trophy”

“I will” I smiled, playing with the hair of his nape and standing on my tip toes to press a fast kiss on his lips. “I have to go”

“Yeah” he smiled. “You’ll do amazing”

He unwrapped his arms from my waist, pressing another soft kiss on my lips before I walked away, with Soleil joining me on the grid.

“And that big smile?” she teased me, handing me the cold jacket and helping me put it.

“Well, Sebastian called me his girl” I chuckled softly. “I think tonight we are going to talk about… Well, us”

“Finally! Arthur owes me money!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“What? Did you make a bet with him? Why?” I frowned, confused, but somehow that smile didn’t disappear from my lips.

“Because it was obvious you two would end up together” she said. “He said it was going to be during the winter break, but I just said that it was going to be for sure tonight after the race”

“Idiots” I laughed, shaking my head.

The national anthem played, and I took my position alongside the other drivers. My mind was a spiral of thoughts and emotions. The weight of the season, the pressure of the race, and the looming conversation with Sebastian were all battling for dominance in my head. But most of all, I felt an inexplicable sense of unease in my body.

As the anthem concluded, my dizziness started creeping into my body. I blinked hard, trying to focus on the task ahead. Just one more race and I will rest.

The cars roared to life, and the anticipation in the air was electric. I strapped myself into my seat, hands gripping the wheel. Sebastian's words echoed in my mind, giving me a strange mix of comfort and determination. I glanced towards the garage, knowing he would be there, biting his lip like he always does when he’s nervous about something.

The race started, and I pushed all doubts aside. My car flew down the track, driving through the early chaos of the race with precision. But as the laps progressed, the dizziness got worse. Each turn required more concentration, each acceleration felt more hard.

On the 44th lap, I found Esteban Ocon in front of me. He had to let me pass because he had the blue flag. But he was fighting me, defending like he was defending his position.

“What the hell is he doing?” I groaned. “He has to let me pass! Fucking idiot!”

“Stay calm, Dafne. We sent the report to the stewards” my engineer said.

Some seconds after he seemed to understand that he couldn't fight, maybe he even received a penalty, so I just drove next to him, showing him my middle finger as I overtook him.

But then it happened.

He didn't give me enough space, making his front wing clip my rear tire, sending my car spinning out of control. I struggled to regain control, but the dizziness made it nearly impossible. The world around me tilted and swayed, the track blurring as I fought with the steering wheel.

I hit the barriers hard, the impact shaking my entire body. Pain exploded in my head, and the last things I remembered were the deafening sound of crunching metal, the voices of my engineer and Fred in my ears and the crowd screaming terrified before everything went black.

The sound of the beeping of a machine next to me was the first thing I heard when I started to wake up. Then I held the weight of another hand holding mine. When I started to take deep breaths, the smell of hospital and Sebastian's perfume filled my lungs, making me open my eyes and search for him with my eyes.

“S-Seb” I croaked, feeling a wave of pain in my neck when I moved my head.

“You are awake” he said softly, relief flooding his voice.

“What…”

“You had a crash” he sighed, smiling weakly. “Ocon lost control of his car and crashed into you… You've been unconscious for some hours, Daf…”

“The race” I mumbled, nervous.

“There was a red flag” he explained, rubbing my hand softly. “Until they took your car out of if the barriers and they translated you to the helicopter”

“Who won? The championship…” I mumbled concerned. “We lost it…”

“Fuck the championship. You could have died, Dafne” he sighed.

I swallowed thickly, looking away and closing my eyes, the memories coming back in fragments, repeating in my mind over and over again. The race, the dizziness, the impact.

“My family?” I whispered, swallowing thickly.

“I sent them to the hotel” he sighed. “They have been here since you arrived and they needed to rest, Dafne. I'll call them later, okay?”

Some minutes later, after Sebastian pressed a button, a doctor entered the room with a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a reassuring smile, holding a file and pressing it against her chest.

"Miss Morelli, how are you feeling?" the doctor asked, checking the monitors.

“Like I got hit by a truck” I sighed, smiling weakly.

“It's totally understandable. You had a severe concussion and some minor injuries, but nothing too serious" he said. "However, there is something else we need to discuss. We ran some tests to make sure everything was okay after the crash”

“Okay… and? How did they come out?” I asked confused, nervously.

“You are pregnant” the woman said, opening her file and showing me what looked like an ultrasound. “Three months pregnant, to be more precise”

“W-what?” I mumbled.

"The baby seems to be doing fine despite the crash, but you'll need to take it easy for a while.”

Pregnant. No. No, it can't be. Sebastian and I always used protection. Always. And I am on the pill.

“It's imposible” I said, looking at Sebastian and then back at the doctors. “No, I'm sure it's a mistake. I can't be pregnant. I'm on the pill! We use protection!”

“There are many possibilities, Miss Morelli” the woman said. “The condom could break… I saw in your medical file that you've got prescripted some antibiotics three months ago because of a throat infection. The antibiotics can take down the effects of the pill…”

The woman kept talking and talking, Sebastian's grip in my hand was tighter. But my mind only could repeat that scene from three months ago.

“Please, leave me alone” I mumbled, making the woman stop talking.

She and the other doctor nodded and walked out, closing the door behind them.

Three months. My mind raced, trying to piece it together. The timing... it couldn't be. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. Anger, disgust, fear, panic.

“Talk to me” I heard Sebastian whisper, squeezing my hand again. “Dafne, please say something”

“I don't know what to say” I whisper, feeling my throat closing with panic.

“We can do this together, okay?” he smiled weakly. “Maybe this wasn't how we wanted, but… God, Dafne, the past few months made me realize that I really like you”

“Sebastian…”

“I know it's not the perfect timing, but I promise I will take care of you two, hm? I can take a break from filming, we can… We can buy a house, what do you think? So our baby can grow up happy. Yeah, we can do that. We will live together, hm?”

“Sebastian”

He's going to hate me.

“And I know you might not like it, but you can't race��”

Oh, that was what broke me.

“It's not yours!” I exclaimed.

“What?” he mumbled, the smile on his lips disappearing slowly.

“This baby” I whisper. “It's not yours. It's Charles'”

Sebastian's grip on my hand tightened slightly, but he didn't say anything immediately. I could see the hurt flicker across his face, masked by a veil of confusion.

“That fucking idiot” I spat, feeling the anger burning in my veins, getting rid of his grip in my hand. “Of all people it had to be him! Why?!”

“Dafne, calm down…” I heard Sebastian say.

“Calm down? Calm down?!” I exclaimed.

“We'll do this together, okay?” he said, trying to reach my hand again. “I'll be next to you-”

“No” I said quickly. “Leave me alone”

“Dafne…”

“I said leave me alone!” I said louder. “Get out, please! Get out! I don't need your pitty, I don't need you!”

He clenched his jaw, looking at me with pain in his eyes. But that pain is nothing compared to the one I'm feeling right now.

“I need to be alone” I whispered, feeling a wave of panic.

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, hurt and confusion filling in his eyes. Finally, he nodded silently and stood up, his shoulders down, defeated. He paused at the door, casting one last worried glance at me before leaving the room.

Alone in the hospital bed, the anger that had fueled my outburst began to disappear, leaving behind a terrible ache. I felt disgusted. Disgusted at the situation, at Charles, at myself for letting this happen. How could I have been so careless? How could I have let him go this far?

The tears that I had been holding back finally spilled over, tracing silent paths down my cheeks. I was scared of what this pregnancy meant for my career, for my relationship with Sebastian, for everything I had worked so hard to achieve.

I was so lost. I will lose my career. My family will be disappointed. The team, the media will hate me. Sebastian probably hates me, I'm not carrying his child.

What am I going to do?

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panic w/ jeong yunho

(this isn’t proof read because i wrote it at like 5am…)

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yunho’s hand lands on your knee, warm and study and exactly what you need to ground yourself. your eyes focus on it; your body does too. you need this, you tell yourself, you need it to settle your mind and you need it to settle your heart. neither of them are going at the pace at which they should.

“you okay?” he murmurs under his breath, not looking at you or seemingly paying that much attention to you at all. you’re grateful in a way; attention is the last thing you need right now, especially from yunho. one worried look from him might be the breaking point, setting you off on a downward spiral that would certainly take a lot more than a hand rested gently upon a knee to fix.

you can’t help but shuffle closer to him, the hot metal of the park bench burning your thighs through your jeans. that too helps ground you, but not in the gentle way yunho does. it brings you back down the earth rather too sharply, making you suck in a wince. suddenly you’re no longer unpleasantly floating up in space, but instead you’re here, present and absolutely, indisputably not good.

“no,” you admit as your heart rate picks up once more, the panic of everything setting in. the burning in your thighs came to a stop almost immediately, but that doesn’t mean that everything still isn’t bad. it is. it’s so very bad. “yunho, i—” you cut yourself off with a heaving sob, one that you hadn’t anticipated for even a second. you hadn’t been crying mere seconds ago, but right now you can feel the fiery tears that run down your face like magma, carving a path against your skin.

it’s bad. everything is bad.

well, maybe not everything. yunho’s hand is still on your thigh, unmoving as your emotions take over your body like waves in an angry tempest. it’s like the eye of the storm, providing you with a quick break from the overwhelming barrage of emotions that threaten to make your flood defences fall. all you have to do is focus on that sturdy warmth and that’s it; everything is quiet for just a second.

“what do you need?” he said, eyes still focused on the duck pond before you. “tell me, honey; i want to help you.”

and you want him to help! you want it so bad that it hurts your chest to even think about that hand slipping away from your thigh. the only issue is you don’t know how he can help. you barely have a moment to piece together a single coherent thought, let alone figure something like that out. what do you need, you ask yourself. other than yunho’s hand, what exactly is it that you need…

you think about the hand and what it gives you—warmth, stability, comfort—and you think about the way it makes you feel. you want that feeling in swathes, that safety and peace that fills your mind for a fleeting second every time you bring your attention back to that hand. you want it everywhere. the warmth that feels like summer rays breaking through the clouds of the storm, the stability of the harbour walls tethering the boats to safety, the comfort of knowing that the end of the storm is near.

it twigs in your brain.

“you,” is the only word you can muster before a new wave of tears washes over you. they fall like raindrops onto your hands curled up on your lap, the slow dripping only adding the the already long list of everything that is pushing you closer and closer to the edge of that spiral. you can only hope yunho can somehow understand your cryptics as you let out sob after sob.

“me?” he whispers to himself, questioning your words, “you want me? baby, you have me, what do you—” he looks down at his hand, the single anchor tethering you to port. without it you’d be adrift, and he knows you well enough to know that. oh, he can’t help but smile, you want him. “you want to come into my lap? because it’s open for you, baby. it’s always open for you,” and perhaps you already know that, but perhaps in your frenzied state you just need the reminder.

you’re barely able to nod before yunho’s other hand is on you, finding your waist almost immediately. the hand from your knee slides up your thigh so as not to take away that contact you’d grown so used to. you can’t help but be grateful at how thoughtful he is, kind to the very centre of his soul. that hand also comes to a stop at your waist.

you don’t even blink an eye as he tugs at your shaking body, manoeuvring you until you’re on his lap, thighs against thighs, spine pressing against chest. the hands snake themselves around your waist, coming to a halt once his arms are firmly locking you in place. he gives you a squeeze, reassuring you that he’s there. you give him a soft hum in response, not quite words, but still not silence. he takes it graciously, tucking his head into your shoulder and placing a kiss upon your sweaty skin.

“you have me, baby,” he murmurs as you finally set your sights on the end of this. your heart settles itself on that single piece of blue sky in the distance, and you let yourself relax into yunho’s body knowing that this will all be a thing of the past soon enough.

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #yunho x reader #ateez hurt/comfort #ateez angst #yunho fluff #yunho angst

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chloepleasestopdying · 16 hours

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You know maybe we don’t talk about the fact that Chloe did get sexually assaulted enough.

Honestly the way LiS bends over backwards sometimes to not go into detail about the sexual assaults is kinda awkward at times. I get it- if they tried have more realistic conversations about the events of LiS the game would be even darker. Realistically there’d be way more conversations about if Jefferson raped the girls he kidnapped, Kate would be worried about it because of her black out or at least Max would probably bring it up as a possibility.

Now, it’s been a good minute since I’ve played LiS but I very much remember being pissed that the game seems to gloss over Nathan’s assault of Chloe a LOT. It sticks out more than the above to me. Now it’s in character that Chloe might not want to bring it up- she doesn’t like to bring up things that make her feel weak until she’s fighting someone and wants to be a bit mean (her mo in arguments honestly) but the only acknowledgment I can remember the game having of this incident is Max possibly finding the picture Nathan took.

Which is so fucked ! Kate’s pain is clearly acknowledged, Rachel’s anger over the situation is plain, even Max’s whole nightmare shows how much the Dark Room effected her— Chloe pretty much went through a Diet Coke version of the Dark Room and the game doesn’t even let her punch Nathan in the face.

#life is strange #chloe price #sometimes it’s so clear that they were writing while making the later episodes #it feels like they decided to make Nathan into something close to redeemable because they wanted us to feel bad when he died #I honestly don’t even think I’ve read any works that acknowledge this now that I think about it

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enhaas · 23 hours

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HEAL MY HEART 012. fast pace wc 539 written in third person. not proofread.

the moment yn saw that text message, her heart started racing. wonbin, park wonbin, wanted to talk in real life? at his own house? yn didn’t know what to feel. it’s not like she had a bad feeling about it, but at the same time she didn’t have a “good” feeling about it either. i mean, maybe she’s just overthinking it, but why would wonbin suddenly want to talk in real life? he couldn’t even find a simple cafe to sit at?

a few minutes have passed and it didn’t take yn that long to realize it also. she rushed out of bed as soon as she saw the address wonbin sent her. she rummaged through her closet, slipping on a random hoodie and taking out a pair of socks.

“i’m just overthinking. we’re only gonna talk. nothing will happen other than getting to know each other. calm down yn.” she mumbled to herself as she slipped on her favorite pair of shoes.

she checked the address once again before heading out the door.

“hey, he doesn’t live that far away from me…just a couple blocks away.” yn could only sigh as she walked down her neighborhood.

on the other hand, wonbin was busy trying to freshen up. washing his face, changing his clothes, spraying some perfume on him, he did absolutely everything to make him look presentable for when yn came. it wasn’t obvious, but he was mentally freaking out. his heart was also racing, but not as much as yn’s.

“she’ll be coming soon. wonbin, you can do it. don’t be a fool, this is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? you’ll finally get to talk to her in person.” wonbin spoke to himself in the bathroom mirror, fixing his hair and small touches of his clothes.

just like yn, he as well, could only sigh.

it only took about 10 more minutes until wonbin heard his doorbell ring. his eyes widened as he did a few last finishing touches to himself before rushing out of the bathroom and heading down the stairs. he faced the door and breathed in and out before opening it.

yn was on the other side and couldn’t help but stare at the other.

“hey..” wonbin waved, smiling nervously.

“hi…”

wonbin signaled yn to come inside and they both sat down on the couch. i guess seunghan was right, they were sitting in silence for about 2 minutes until wonbin decided to speak up first.

“so…do you want water or a snack?”

yn lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers before responding, “um..waters fine, i guess…”

the other could sense the awkwardness building up before heading towards the kitchen to grab waters.

he placed the glass of waters on the table in front of them, “are you uncomfortable, yn?”

yn shot her head up, “uh no, what made you ask that?”

wonbin just chuckled nervously, “well your body language is making it kind of obvious somethings wrong…”

“i just…” yn let out a sigh, “i just thought it was a little fast paced to invite me over…we could’ve went to a cafe or restaurant..”

the other nodded, “i guess so.”

“but don’t worry! i’ll get comfortable with my surroundings soon…”

— after a tragic breakup, yn struggled to love herself again and believed true love just wasn’t a thing. park wonbin, a popular classmate, has been secretly admiring her for so long. after finding out what yn is going through, he is desperate to see her happy again…hopefully with him.

💬 — i apologize if there’s any grammatical mistakes in this

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silverynight · 1 day

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Compatible scents

They're friends now; Izuku is so happy about it he doesn't mind the awkwardness that comes with it. They're still learning how to talk to each other and it's weird, especially because Katsuki is an alpha and Izuku an omega, but he knows they'll get used to it.

Also, the vacation period doesn't work on their favor; they don't see each other in a while, although Katsuki calls him every single day.

Inko notices, asks about Katsuki and his family and leaves Izuku alone with a kind smile on her face.

She's really happy for him and Izuku is so glad he can speak with his friend normally again.

When they're back in the UA, Izuku and his classmates notice that Katsuki has grown a few inches and his shoulders are a little bit more broad than they were before. They say it's because Katsuki is a prime alpha and Izuku belives it; he's always the number one at everything.

Although it makes Izuku feel insecure again; when they were children, their relationship started to break when they found out Izuku was quirkless. Now, he's not and Katsuki apologized for his previous behavior, but Izuku is still scared sometimes.

He knows he's a simple omega; he's not on the same level as Katsuki and when his friend realizes that–

Izuku gasps when a pair of strong arms pull him against a broad chest and the next thing he knows is that Katsuki is nuzzling against the omega's neck.

He's purring too.

"I missed your scent, Izuku. I missed you so much."

"Missed you too, Kacchan!" The omega chuckles, feeling as a heavy weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Maybe Izuku has nothing to worry about.

Katsuki still wants to be his friend.

Actually, now that he knows what it's like to be apart from Izuku, it seems Katsuki doesn't want to experience that ever again and now he follows the omega almost everywhere.

Uraraka finds it suspicious, but amusing at the same time; Iida is worried because he thinks Katsuki looks a little bit too attached to Izuku and Todoroki doesn't like it at all.

It's because they're best friends now and they know each other better than anyone else. Honestly, Izuku's friends shouldn't worry about it at all. Katsuki's friends don't, in fact, they seem to be having fun and actually support Katsuki and Izuku's friendship.

Then one day, Katsuki starts holding Izuku's hand, sometimes he even intertwines their fingers together and it makes Izuku feel so warm and relaxed he doesn't even question it.

Their scents start mingling due to the time they spent together; Izuku doesn't worry because he loves Katsuki's scent and he doesn't think it's a bad thing. They're friends, it's obvious their scents would mix at some point.

Although it's difficult to be apart from each other, especially at night when they have to go to their respective dorm rooms.

It's fine, they see each other every day anyways. Although maybe that's the reason why the first thing Katsuki does in the morning is to hug Izuku tightly.

Sometimes he looks exhausted; Izuku asks him about that one day, but the alpha makes a dismissive gesture with his hand to assure him he shouldn't worry about that.

It gets worse until Ashido organizes a movie marathon one Friday evening in the common room and Katsuki goes for the first time, after finding out Izuku was going to be there.

The omega is not sure how it happens, but at some point he ends up on Katsuki's lap and after the alpha puts his arms around Izuku's waist, securing him, almost afraid the omega would run away, he falls asleep immediately afterwards.

"Are you alright, Midoriya?" Todoroki asks, glaring at the sleeping blond alpha.

"It's okay, Todoroki. I don't mind. Kacchan's clearly tired, let him sleep for a while."

The alpha with mismatched hair doesn't seem happy about it, but he nods anyway. Then, Ashido and Uraraka smile with amusement as the alpha starts nuzzling Izuku's curls in his sleep.

"He's scenting you!" Kirishima points out. "That's so manly!"

"He's not scenting me," Izuku whispers, flustered. "He's just..."

Nuzzling against the omega until his scent is all over him, like he always does.

Alright, that sounds a lot like scenting. It doesn't help at all that Katsuki starts purring right afterwards.

Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears, but decides not to say anything about it; he also doesn't look at his classmates for a while.

They're supposed to be watching a movie after all.

But it gets worse; Izuku thinks he can smell Katsuki's scent on him all the time and even outside his room, until he wakes up in the middle of the night, opens his door and realizes that Katsuki is sleeping right outside, on the floor.

"Kacchan! What is it? Are you alright?"

The alpha wakes up, startled and when he realizes what's going on, he blushes to the tip of his ears.

Izuku has never seen him so embarrassed before.

"I'm sorry, Izuku. It's just... I can't sleep without having your scent close anymore."

Izuku's inner omega purrs at the confession immediately, but he tries to ignore it. It's... it doesn't have to mean anything, it's obvious that Katsuki likes his scent because they have spent a lot of time together.

There's nothing else to it.

For a moment, Izuku feels tempted to invite him inside, to let him sleep on his bed with him, but he knows that would end up in trouble.

It doesn't help that Katsuki looks over Izuku's shoulder, right at his room with something dangerously close to longing.

"Your room smells like you," Katsuki whispers, taking a deep breath.

"Wait here, Kacchan," Izuku mumbles then, trying not to think about the alpha's disappointed expression. He rushes inside and comes back with an old t-shirt.

"Here. I like to wear this one when I sleep sometimes."

Katsuki's eyes start glimmering with hope and he snatches the shirt off Izuku's hand, almost as if he's afraid the omega would take it back.

The alpha presses it against his nose and closes his eyes.

"It smells like you."

Izuku looks away, heart beating inside his chest violently; having the feeling like he's crossing some sort of invisible line between them. He shouldn't have done that...

It's too late now.

"I hope it helps you sleep at night. Now please go back to your room before someone sees you!"

Katsuki nods, looking incredibly happy, although he stops and turns around again. He takes off the hoodie he's wearing and hands it to Izuku.

"It's only fair," he says with a smirk. "Goodnight, Izuku."

The omega knows it's a mistake, but he puts on the hoodie anyway and goes back to sleep.

***

They keep exchanging scented clothes; it's the only thing that gets Katsuki to sleep and Izuku likes smelling Katsuki's scent before going to bed.

It's a mistake, but the omega doesn't want to stop.

However, even after taking his suppressants, Izuku has the need to make a nice nest a day before his heat starts; he knows he'll be safe from most of the effects of his condition, but he still needs to stay in his own room the whole time.

The only problem is that his inner omega wants to make a nest with Katsuki's clothes.

Feeling like there's no other way, Izuku asks Katsuki for a couple of shirts and a hoodie for his nest; he's really embarrassed about it, but he knows he won't be able to sleep or rest if he doesn't have that in his room.

But, instead of getting angry or irritated, Katsuki gets really happy about the request. He scents a few clothes for Izuku and asks the omega not to wash them when he gives them back.

Izuku blushes to the tip of his ears, but nods in agreement.

When he comes back to his senses a few days later, Izuku decides to talk to Katsuki about their situation.

"I think we shouldn't... I mean, we're friends, but we're acting like–"

"I know," the alpha cuts him off, scent becoming stronger as he speaks. "I don't mind. Actually, I like it. Izuku, I've been in love with you for a while now and I'd like you to be my mate."

Izuku can't stop his inner omega from purring; happy tears escape from his eyes and he lets them.

"Kacchan, I..."

Katsuki's expression changes suddenly; he mistakes Izuku's tears for a negative reaction and immediately takes a step back, looking heartbroken.

"It's okay if you don't want to. I'll... I'll always be your friend. No matter what."

"No, it's... I'd love to be your mate," Izuku assures him. "Although I think we should go on a couple of dates first."

Katsuki nods, agreeing immediately, Izuku has the sensation that he'd say yes to anything Izuku tells him.

"First, we–"

Katsuki kisses him; he can't help it and the omega melts into the kiss, he forgets about all his doubts as he feels their strong bond finally blossoming between them.

His classmates don't get surprised about the news, not even their respective parents; Aizawa rolls his eyes, but tells them he'll keep an eye on them and All Might hugs them both.

It becomes even more difficult to get them apart now; Katsuki gets really irritated when Izuku is not around and Izuku misses him dearly.

They still have to sleep in different rooms, but they keep exchanging clothes. Katsuki scents him now, every day because, according to him, he's not the only alpha who wants Izuku as mate.

Izuku thinks it's ridiculous, but he likes when Katsuki scents him so he lets him do as he pleases.

They have a difficult time when Katsuki's rut hits; he certainly takes his suppressants and recovery girl gives him stronger ones this time, but his inner alpha is convinced that he needs to be close to Izuku the whole day in order to protect him.

So the blond alpha takes Izuku in his arms and carries him around for the entire day; he nuzzles against Izuku's cheek and purrs every time the omega tells him how a good alpha he is.

Izuku's friends follow them around because they worry about the omega, but Izuku knows he's safe with his alpha.

"Kacchan, it's time to go to sleep."

As recovery girl instructed, Izuku gives Katsuki medicine, leads him to his room and leaves him there so he can finally sleep for a while.

When he goes back to normal he's not even embarrassed about what happened, he kisses his Izuku a couple of times, puts a hand on his belly and tells him he dreamt of Izuku getting pregnant.

"Kacchan!" Izuku gasps, blushing to the tip of his ears as his alpha smirks back at him.

"Can't wait for that to happen, Izuku. You'll look beautiful with a baby bump–"

Izuku has to kiss him in order to shut him up, but the truth is that he likes the idea, even though he knows they're not quite ready for that yet. They have to focus on their careers first.

"It's okay, nerd. We can wait." Katsuki assures him, like he knows what his omega is thinking. "But I still want us to move in together as soon as we graduate."

"I'd like that, Kacchan."

***

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als-notebook · 2 days

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one dance

Mischa becomes bold, and offers Noel a dance. (I don’t know what kind of event they’re at, I just wanted them to dance together)

Mischa Oleksandrovych Bachinski stood at the party with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall casually. He wore a collared shirt and a dark blue tie, black dress pants, and black boots. His blazer was tied around his waist messily. He couldn’t quite remember what the formal party was even for, but he didn’t care to remember. All he knew is that he was required to go. Frankly, he was a bit annoyed. He didn’t really want to be here. But alas, here he was.

Mischa glanced casually to his left to a familiar face. It was Noel Oscar Gruber, who stood fidgeting with his hands. He wore his hair neatly done, as per usual, but unlike his typical fashion, he sported a black and red suit, neatly ironed out. He had thrifted it a week prior, Mischa knew, but you could hardly tell if it wasn’t for the mismatched shades of red of his tie and blazer.

Noel looked nervous, or perhaps a bit anxious, Mischa observed. After a few seconds of Mischa studying the boy, he looked over, meeting his eyes. Noel gave Mischa a friendly, sweet smile that made his stomach do all sorts of flips.

Mischa had suspected he might be developing a crush on Noel for a while now. He had tried to ignore it, but once he discovered his bisexuality, he knew for sure that it had to have been more than just a friend thing. He didn’t want to ruin what they had. So as he did with most things, he kept it to himself.

By now, Mischa was full-on staring at Noel. Noel waved a hand in front of his face. “You okay, Misch?” Misch. It was a simple nickname, but one he cherished every time he heard it. He would let Noel’s voice linger in his mind for as long as he could. He tried to swat the feeling away.

“Yeah. I am good,” he replied slowly. “I just… I thought you looked nice.” Mischa felt a bit daring tonight. A few compliments wouldn’t hurt, right? And he really did think he looked nice. Noel chuckled, picking at his chipped nail polish. “Ahh… Well, I would have chosen something a bit more… myself, I guess. But you know how it is.” Mischa did know what the boy meant—His mother was kind, but she tended to get worried about Noel. She didn’t want his self-esteem ruined by some immature teenagers. But little did she know, she was hurting Noel by not letting him express himself more than he ever would have been hurt by those teens making fun of it. He had trouble saying no to her, even then. Noel probably would have preferred an outfit a bit more extravagant. More unique. More… Noel.

“Well,” Mischa started, “I think the suit looks good on you.” Noel’s face flushed crimson and he smiled at Mischa even wider. Noel looked away, back to the crowd of tens under the dim, blue light. Mischa couldn’t help but smile at him, amused by his reaction. Noel looked so beautiful tonight, he thought. God, why wouldn’t these feelings go away? The comforting silence between the two lingered for a few moments that felt like eternity. A lovely, fuzzy eternity that Mischa never wanted to end.

“I wish I had someone to dance with,” Noel said casually, breaking the silence. Mischa took an abnormally shaky breath. His gaze finally left Noel, turning to the crowd, instead. Several couples had started to dance with each other. The songs became slower. The teens had become quieter.

“Maybe we can dance. Together,” Mischa said softly, his voice cracking in an uncharacteristically nervous tone. Noel glanced back at him. The lights turned red now, highlighting his warm brown eyes. They almost shimmered like sweet red wine.

“You would dance with me?” Noel asked, turning his body towards Mischa.

“If you want to,” Mischa stuttered out. Was his accent a little more obvious, or was it just him? Did Noel also feel his blood rushing to his face so fast he might faint?

Noel smiled at him. A sweet smile, as if coated in honey. One that might make Mischa sick if he took it in all at once. His body was turned toward Noel, now, but he looked away, casually. He brought his hand to the back of his neck, which was cool from sweat. Mischa took his hand off of it, wiping it on his pant leg. “I’d love to dance with you. I didn’t know you could dance,” Noel said, a teasing tone in his voice. Mischa wore a crooked smile.

“Hah… Yes. My mother taught me.” When Mischa spoke of his mother, he usually had a sad tone to his voice. Tonight, he simply smiled, reminiscing. “That’s sweet,” Noel replied, tilting his head and studying Mischa’s face. Mischa looked back at him, once again meeting his eyes. Mischa held out his right hand to Noel, smirking playfully. “Shall we?”

Noel put his hand to his chest, grinning. “What a gentleman!” The other boy took Mischa’s hand, and Mischa pulled him closer. He put his left hand gently around Noel’s waist. Noel reached up, putting his right hand on Mischa’s shoulder. Noel looked at Mischa with an expression that could only be described as admiration. Mischa looked back at him longingly, as they began to step to the rhythm of the music. The lights changed to a lovely shade of lavender.

Occasionally, Mischa would let go of Noel’s waist and lift his hand in the air, prompting him to do a spin. When he turned back to Mischa, he fell right back into his hands, as if a puzzle, finally complete. Mischa couldn’t keep his eyes off of Noel. And it seemed neither could Noel keep his eyes off of Mischa.

Their sweet moment quickly became bitter at the sound of a boy muttering something under his breath.

Noel’s loving gaze shifted to a horrified one. He was like a deer in headlights. Noel looked over at the boy, still holding Mischa’s hand with his other hand on his shoulder. Mischa looked at Noel, and then the boy, confused. He had heard him whisper something, but he couldn’t quite make it out.

Now, Mischa noticed that several other couples were staring at him and Noel as if they had two heads. He looked puzzled and confused. What could possibly be wrong with this? Noel looked around, almost in a panicked or embarrassed state. The normally confident boy suddenly seemed so… self conscious. Mischa looked at him, concerned. “Are you okay?” Noel didn’t reply to him, but rather addressed the third boy. “What did you just call me?”

The boy scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his friends. But he still glared at them briefly. Noel’s eyebrows furrowed, and he bit his bottom lip, looking back at Mischa. His eyes sparkled with dozens of emotions–some kind of mix of horror, humiliation, embarrassment, sadness, anger… Mischa’s eyes locked on his, soft and empathetic, even though he didn’t really understand what was going on. “Are you okay?” Mischa repeated, tightening his grip on Noel’s hand. “What did he say?” Noel frowned, his own grip loosening. “He called us–” Noel began, his voice quickly getting caught in his throat. Tears welled up in the other boy’s eyes, and he slipped away from Mischa, quickly leaving the room. “Noel?” Mischa said, defeated. His arms dropped to his sides, and he stared at the direction Noel left from, not really knowing what to do. He turned to look at the boy and his friends, frankly pissed off; “Fuck you, asshole.” He flipped them off, and they laughed at him mockingly as he walked away, unbothered by their extra torment.

Mischa found Noel right outside, away from the crowds in the dark. He was crying. Mischa frowned, and set a hand on his shoulder, letting him know he was there. Startled, Noel sucked in a breath, turning to face Mischa. Despite his tears, Mischa still couldn’t help but find Noel so, so beautiful under the bright moonlight.

Noel sniffled and wiped his tears away with his sleeve. “I didn’t think you would follow me.” Mischa smiled sheepishly, almost amused Noel would think such a thing. “Of course I followed you,” he said, “I would follow you to the ends of the Earth.”

Noel stared at him, doe-eyed. The poet seemed shocked by Mischa’s words, almost befuddled he’d come up with something so romantic. “...That’s beautiful,” he remarked, now turning his body toward Mischa, his gaze still locked on him. Mischa brought his hand up to touch his neck, his face dusted a light vermillion. “It is true.”

The poet smiled finally, cocking his head. He reached out to Mischa, grabbing his wrist and sliding his hand into his. Mischa simply let it happen, truthfully becoming a bit flustered. He stared at Noel with all of the love in the world, as if they were the only two people on the planet now.

“I’m sorry I acted like that,” Noel said, a little embarrassed, “it wasn’t even that big of a deal. I guess it was just… the breaking point.” Mischa chuckled, bringing his hand up to swipe a tear from the other boy’s cheek. “Do not even worry about it. I get it.”

“When did you get so sweet?” Noel questioned with a smirk, teasingly. Mischa rolled his eyes playfully, and replied, “Something about poems and red roses.” Noel smiled even wider, ear to ear, his face looking awfully rosy. He looked at Mischa for a moment, and then came closer to him, pressing a kiss onto his cheek.

Mischa grinned like a little boy. He felt relieved, refreshed. For once, he felt like he wasn’t alone anymore.

#nischa #ride the cyclone #oneshot

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gallierhouse · 1 day

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So after reading Sam’s words we are supposed to believe Lestat’s apology was true? I mean, I think he came to take his revenge on them and he wanted them killed, so Idk exactly how truthfull he was or if this was just a s1ep6 situation, Lestat apologizing but not changing a bit and continue to being a top notch liar and dick,Louis doesn’t seem to believe him so idk what to think

Lestat’s apology was real. He loved Louis. He didn’t want to hurt Louis, but he did. The apology was real. It’s just that his words are worth nothing. What is an apology worth when it’s already done? It doesn’t take anything back, it doesn’t change anything. Being sorry, loving someone, even loving someone more than life itself, isn’t contradictory to cruelty. You can love someone and do terrible things. You can do terrible things and still be sorry. Lestat wouldn’t have hurt Louis like that if he didn’t love him. He did it because he was frustrated that Louis rejected his affection for the last seven years to worry about Claudia instead. It’s envy, spite, and hurt. Emotions that only arise from love for someone. And he is sorry, really. Like he said, he broke Louis because he couldn’t have him. Possessive, territorial, cruel, selfish, but still love. You really only react that violently if you love someone. It’s a rational response. Cruel, but rational. If I can’t have you, no one can. I’m punishing you for not loving me enough. I’m anguished that I’m not enough for you, and it hurts so much I’d rather hurt you than let anyone else have you. I want you, and you don’t want me, so I’m punishing you for not wanting me enough. In the trial, Lestat is genuinely hurt and sorry. He’s hurt that he was pushed to that point, he’s hurt that he was that cruel, he’s hurt because he’s hurt Louis, he’s hurt because he regrets it. It’s a selfish apology, but it’s still real. He really is sorry. It’s just that sorry means nothing when you drop someone out of the sky.

Re: Sam, he’s an actor. He’s paid to play Lestat. Every actor is in their character’s corner because you have to empathize with a character and understand their motivations to play them well. That doesn’t mean Sam excuses Lestat’s actions or that he believes Lestat is a good person; it means that he’s an actor employed to do his job. He would be worse at his job if he couldn’t empathize with Lestat and justify his actions. Lestat’s a complicated character; he’s not one-note sadism and abuse and nothing more. Understanding his complication and how his love, insecurity, devotion, and sensitivity to rejection drive him to violent abuse is key to playing Lestat well.

Finally, I don’t think this was Lestat’s revenge. When Louis asks him if this is his revenge he looks genuinely hurt. It’s probably a more complicated than the episode let on. The thing is, Louis is the love of Lestat’s life. Everything he does he does from love of Louis. That’s the fucked up part. It’s not that he doesn’t love Louis. If he loved Louis less, he wouldn’t hurt him. If he loved Louis more, he wouldn’t hurt him. But he loves Louis just enough for all that love and hurt to become cruelty and possessiveness and desperation. It’s sad. If he can’t have something he breaks it. It’s the psychology of a child. He cuts the wings off butterflies so they can’t fly away. He ruins them by trying to keep them. He realizes that in the trial, and so he’s sorry. He’s sorry for being selfish. He’s sorry for being cruel. He’s sorry for not loving Louis enough. He’s sorry for making himself a monster. Maybe he even resents Louis for pushing him to that point. It’s not Louis’ fault, but he was the cause. Sometimes want twists into madness. It hurts Lestat that he went that far. It hurts Lestat that he hurt the one person he was supposed to care for unconditionally. His lover, his fledgling. And the apology is still worth nothing. It’s worth nothing. What good is an apology when it’s already done?

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt

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How about Lucifer and one of Angel or Cherri's wild party friends?

If it blows up in your face, you can always say it was a dare.

Cherri’s words ricochet in your head like a pinball as you look down at the hand next to yours. The gloved hand so close that if you were to twitch, you’d touch fingers. Normally by this time of night you’d be at the club, or at some party, but instead here you were behind the bar at the Hazbin Hotel; a structure dedicated to a redemption you weren’t sure you believed in. And here you are, full of nerves, teaching the King of Hell himself how to make a cocktail. He’s done pretty good at it, which is expected, because you’re pretty sure he’s lied about not knowing how to make an Appletini. He’s like ten thousand fucking years old, of course he knows how to make an Appletini; he probably invented them.

But now that there’s drinks in front of the two of you, and Husk away from his normal post to have a night with Angel, the two of you take up the space to people watch. Its impressive, really, how much Charlie’s gotten-

A gloved finger curling over your pinky stops any thought, and you look down to where Lucifer has just made a move. Well, a move way subtler than you’re used to.

“Sorry if this is ah- a slow night for you,” Lucifer sounds a little guilty as he turns his face towards yours, his eyes following a couple that had recently checking into the hotel instead of meeting yours though.

“Oh! no,” you chuckle as you nudge your joined fingers, “slow is okay, really.”

“Well, I- I just figure you’re used to something more fun than this,” he tilts his head down, averting your attention now fully on him, “Like I know you turned down Cherri’s invitation tonight to hang out with me, and I really appreciate that, but I know-“

“Lucifer,” you interrupt, “Do you want to go to a club or something?”

You chuckle at the confusion on his face.

“You know, if you’re so worried about tonight being slow.”

You should have quit while you were ahead, you think as you lead a disguised Lucifer by the hand through a club in the Vee’s turf. He looks so wildly out of place trailing behind you. You’re lucky enough that you have a standing reservation for a couch at this particular club, and you quickly gesture to Lucifer to sit once you’ve reached it. A waitress appears immediately and brings two glasses with ice and a bottle of Velvette’s custom vanilla vodka as you usually get.

“Is it normally-“ Lucifer shouts over the music, “always this loud?”

You nod enthusiastically as you pour up for both of you, eyes surveying the crowd. No one has seemed to notice you or your guest, which is ideal right now. A scandal for Lucifer would absolutely ruin anything between the two of you.

You lean in, flirtatiously close until your lips almost touch the shell of his ear.

“This is my booth,” you explain, “Nobody can sit unless I let them, so we can people watch uninterrupted.”

He seems to relax at your words, and clinks his glass against yours before taking a big swig.

Lucifer almost immediately sputters, coughing most of the vodka back into the glass.

“Oh wow! That is! Oh!” he exclaims, not even hiding his disgust as you laugh sympathetically.

“Not a fan?” you joke, before reassuring him, “Don’t worry, me neither.”

“Why do you drink it then?” he asks, gesturing at how easily you’re sipping at it.

“Comes with the booth,” you explain, taking his glass from him, pouring his contents into yours, spit and all.

He eyes you up at that move, not exactly hiding the fact that he’s taking in the sight of your body. You practically shiver under his gaze, feeling bashful now because of him. Butterflies swarm in your stomach, and maybe if he wasn’t the literal King of Hell you’d lean over and kiss him.

Instead you chicken out.

“Let me grab you something you will like,” you offer, gesturing to the bar at the wall to the left of the couch. You stand up before he can protest, taking a big sip of the glass now containing his drink and yours, and place it down on the little table in front of the couch before you head away.

Lucifer wishes he had played it cooler with the vodka. If he had, maybe you’d be on the couch right now, your hip oh so close to his, and his nerves dissolving enough to maybe try to grab your hand again. Or ask you to get on the dance floor. Or fuck it, kiss you. He stares fixated at the drink, trying and failing to not read too much into it. You’d drank from it even after you’d watched him make an ass of himself and spit into it. You willingly drank his spit, and, was that flirting? It was weird to him, thats for sure. But you’re one of Cherri and Angel’s friends, wild and barely tamed by his daughter’s redemption program, and maybe this is modern flirting in hell. Lilith never did anything like that, but then again, she took off without a word a decade ago. Maybe thats what flirting looks like these days; maybe Lilith does this now too. Maybe he should stop thinking of his ex-wife when the curve of your ass and the promise of your attention has him glued to his seat and waiting for your return. Why had he even suggested this club? He wonders, and then remembers the brittle coldness of insecurity that crept up on him in the lobby, seeing such a carefree woman like yourself cooped up with him on a night he knows you cancelled plans for. He thinks back to the drink, and counts it as a bizarre, one way, first kiss, and lets himself feel the rhythm of the music bumping around him, one song bleeding into the next, until a familiar raised voice breaks the thrum of noise.

You tap your card on the bar absentmindedly as you wait for the bottle of wine you ordered for Lucifer, something you’ve known he drinks and that the bar cannot screw up. This bartender was from Sloth, so of course you expected slow service, but this was something else. Why had you even offered to leave instead of waving over a waitress? You were finally getting somewhere with Lucifer before the vodka incident, and maybe you’d be dancing or making out or even just having a very good conversation while sat in his lap.

An arm around your waist shakes you from your thoughts, and you turn, ready to excitedly greet the man and explain the hold up, but that doesn’t happen. A bull like sinner has decided to grab you, something that maybe a few years ago might flatter you, but the thought churns your stomach now to be touched by anyone but Lucifer like this. Damn, you’ve really gone soft for him, huh?

You shake the man off, glaring as you make your disinterest known, but he just puts his hand back, now on your hip. Bold! You tap your card harder, hoping if you get this wine you can scurry back to the table quickly and this will be over.

“Put that card away,” the sinner says, “I’ve got something for you.”

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah, drugged no doubt,” you sneer, and the sheepish look on his face tells you that your assumption was correct. Bold and disgusting!

“Listen I’ll-“

“I’m with someone!” you practically shout, but that doesn’t make the sinner back off.

“Well I don’t see-“

You spin on your heels, pulling yourself from his grasp.

“I do not care who you are, I do not want whatever you have, I do not want whatever you want from me!” you are shouting now, not caring about a scene because finally the fucking wine is being placed on the bar so you can get out of this area. Lucifer can get his own drinks for the rest of the night, or better yet, you can go back to the hotel.

The sinner bares his teeth, and you’re certain he’s growling under the throbbing beat of the music. You back up, grabbing the wine with you and ready to run until you back into another person. You sigh, not really ready for an ambush and not really wanting to break this bottle over someone’s head without letting Lucifer drink at least a little bit of it. You turn, ready to fight, but you’re greeted by Lucifer’s disguise. Immediately you calm down. Lucifer won’t let anything bad happen to you.

“The lady said she’s with someone,” he explains, voice even and deadly, before he leads you away quicker than the other sinner can really retaliate.

Lucifer guides you back to the couch, but you walk straight past it, heading for the door. He follows quickly, grabbing your hand not unlike before. You walk until you reach the heavy steel door, pushing it open with your shoulder and letting the cool air of the alley hit you in the face.

“What about your section?” Lucifer asks, genuine concern in his voice. You motion at your other hand, the one not interlaced in his at the full bottle of wine you held onto as you walked out.

“Fuck the section, I wanna go back to the hotel,” you say, trying not to look as embarrassed as you felt. Why did that have to happen? The night was nice, albeit awkward, and that guy had to go and ruin it, and Lucifer had to get involved. You can handle yourself, and Lucifer doesn’t get out much, and that place must have seemed so… so.

You hold out the wine for him, and he takes it and sips from it, wine spilling out onto his lips. Fucking hot, even in disguise.

“I was enjoying our quiet night, I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t,” you admit, inspecting your boots now as if they were immensely interesting.

“No! I just didn’t want to— to bore you,” Lucifer steps into your space, the toes of his shoes resting barely an inch from yours, and then a portal opens and his disguise fades, familiar red and gold on the other side.

You both step through, and find yourselves in the hallway that leads to his observatory.

Lucifer’s hand doesn’t leave yours though, not until you’re in the window covered room and staring out at all of Pentagram city. It’s almost beautiful from up here.

“I guess this was kind of a disaster, huh?” Lucifer tries to joke, but he cannot hide the way he winces at his own words.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you reply, but yes you fucking could. It was awkward and uncomfortable and neither of you had fun. But still…

“I got to spend time with you, I accidentally stole that bottle of wine so I saved money, and I got to hold your hand,” you listed out all the good things, all the things that made you want the night to last eternally.

“And we’re still hanging out!” Lucifer points out, and you cannot help but gravitate towards him again. He holds up the bottle to you, and you drink from it. The bottle his lips were just on. If you try hard enough, you could probably make out his taste from it.

He smiles brightly at you, and you cannot chicken out this time.

“Can I hold your hand again?” you ask, and his hand eagerly reaches for yours.

“Is that all you want to do?” he asks, leaning into you.

“Oh, I wanna do a lot to you,” you admit, smile growing as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

“But I wanna take it slow tonight.”

#lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader

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Seeing your parallels gifsets of Buck's LIs made me realize that either the writers are doing this on purpose or he's turned dating into a social experiment. It also made me think about him somehow turning off the vulnerability he had with Abby after she left and choosing people he won't be getting that deep with. And that's interesting because he's transferred the emotional vulnerability to Eddie instead but it's more complicated because there's intricate rituals there. Idk if this is just intuition but I think more than just a hamster wheel, it feels like he's approaching a breakdown somewhere. It's like Maddie said once, even as a kid Buck knew there was something wrong with his family. And Buck sought out Dr Copeland on his own. There's something going on with his dating choices and I think we're approaching the point where it comes to a head.

As someone who will forever beg for a Buck breakdown, I like the way you think, honey. Because, sure, Buck doesn't realize he's trapped in a cycle, but the idea that he stays in shallow relationships because he doesn't want to go as deep as he did with Abby is interesting for sure, because, yeah, we haven't seen boyfriend Buck come out to play in the degree he did with Abby, and the idea that Buck's chooses people who see him in a specific way can be backed up by the "i feel like she sees me" comment because it was glaring that what was happening was that Natalia saw the parts of him he wanted, and while I think he did care about Taylor as much as he could, there was always a wall around them. And with Tommy right now we were not shown a lot of emotional depth. And, yeah, he has that vulnerability with Eddie and I think he rationalizes it in a "that's what a best friend is for" type way, so he doesn't fully see what he's doing, but he's not fully honest with Eddie either, or maybe he tells Eddie the same lies he tells himself. And the way Buck just goes with the flow has to do something in this particular area of his life, it has to have consequences, because yes, Buck is weirdly perceptive. He knew Abby wasn't all the way in, he knew he would be forced to learn to live with the parts of Taylor he didn't like, he knew something was off with his family. And Maddie tells their parents that Buck is better at seeming fine than anyone gives him credit, and that's very true. Buck is good at carrying the weight once the dust settles. Sure, he will blow up initially, but it's not like he actually deals with stuff. He chooses to ignore the way his parents lied to him, he sits by the window and waits for months, except when talking to Eddie and the doctor during recovery he looked perfectly fine with his death, he got crushed by a truck and they got caught in a tsunami and didn't even blink about it after. His worries about the tsunami were about losing Chris, not almost dying. He's good at diverting, distracting from what's really bothering him. And well, we've learned that bottling shit up won't ever work, with Bobby, and Eddie, and Maddie, and that man has been through A LOT. It has to catch up to him eventually. Because the thing is, Buck is a runner the same way Maddie is, but Buck is running from himself. He ran all across the continent to escape something he couldn't name while searching for something that would make him stay. He settles for anything that makes him feel something because it gives him the illusion he doesn't have to keep running. And that pressure has to go somewhere. So, yeah, ideally this leads to something. I don't have high hopes about it though. But it would be great. I=

#the hamster wheel is definitely not the only problem lol #911 #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 4 Premium Story

Chapter 4

♡———♡

Elbert brought me to a quiet beach where only the faint sound of lapping waves could be heard.

(... It's beautiful.)

Bathed in the moonlight, I gazed blankly at the sparkling surface of the water, hugging my knees.

Next to me, Elbert also sat down on the sand, just like me, and stared out at the sea.

Elbert: ... When I feel suffocated, I come here.

Elbert: Staring blankly at the horizon without a single boat in sight... makes it a little easier to breathe.

Elbert: It's my secret place.

Sitting next to Elbert, gazing at the horizon, my heart gradually calmed down.

Kate: ... It's a wonderful place.

(I feel like it's been a long time since I've leisurely gazed at the sea.)

The gentle sound of the waves approaching and receding was so soothing that the emotions I had been holding back welled up.

Kate: Did we... make Daisy suffer even more?

Kate: Even after the investigation was over, we visited her many times...

The thoughts that had been on my mind for so long slipped out of my lips.

Even if I regret it, time cannot be rewound.

But I can't help but think.

About the possibility that I could have avoided hurting her.

(I can't help but think that it was a mistake.)

Elbert: ... That might be true.

Elbert neither denied nor affirmed it.

It wasn't a dismissive attitude of not caring either way, but a gentle and thoughtful response, avoiding a hasty conclusion.

Elbert: I've been thinking about it too...

Elbert: The first day you and I visited Daisy.

Elbert: I've been wondering if it was a mistake not to ask you to wait outside the hospital room...

(... Could it be that at that time–?)

*flashback*

Kate: …That’s why I’m so happy today. To know that she’s safe.

Elbert: ………..Kate.

Kate: Yes…?

Elbert: You, in the patient’s room–

*flashback over*

Kate: You were about to say that back then, weren't you?

Elbert: I knew that if you got too attached, you would suffer...

Elbert: In the end, I didn't know what the right answer was, and... it turned out like this.

(I don't know either...)

(If we hadn't gotten involved, we wouldn't have caused her pain.)

(Maybe I wouldn't have felt this gaping hole in my chest.)

(But even so...)

(The thought that Daisy might have been alone at the bottom of her despair...)

(Even if I could redo it all over again, I would still want to visit her.)

Even if I agonize over whether it was a mistake every time.

Elbert: ... Do you want to forget? About her.

Asked quietly, Daisy's image resurfaced in my mind.

The first thing that came to mind was–her smile on her cute freckled cheeks.

Kate: ...No... I don't want to forget.

Kate: Because Daisy smiled in front of us.

(Even though she was hurting, she hid it and smiled for us...)

(I think that was the kindness Daisy gave us.)

Kate: It might be painful every time I remember,

Kate: But I want to remember that she chose to be with us even though she was hurting.

Elbert: ...I see...

Elbert: Strong and kind... Both you and Daisy.

Elbert's murmur sounded as if he was saying he was different, and I was confused.

(But I'm still being saved by your kindness.)

Not wallowing in grief over "it was a mistake," nor putting on a brave face saying "it wasn't a mistake,"

To accept the fact that "it might have been a mistake" as it was,

I needed the gentle response that Elbert gave me earlier, neither denying nor affirming.

(As proof, it's much easier to breathe now than it was a while ago.)

Kate: That's you, Lord Elbert. If I had been alone and depressed... I probably wouldn't be able to think like this now.

Kate: I might have been so worried and tired that I would have wanted to forget everything.

Kate: It's thanks to you, Lord Elbert, bringing me here and listening to me.

Elbert: ... I didn't do anything.

Elbert turned his gaze back to the horizon. I was captivated by his profile.

(He's not crying. His expression is almost blank...)

(Why does he look like he's crying?)

Kate: ... Lord Elbert, do you come to this beach alone when you feel suffocated?

Elbert: Yes. ... I often come here to be alone.

Elbert: Come to think of it, this is the first time I've brought someone here...

Kate: ... Is that okay?

Elbert: I felt like it would be okay to tell you...

Kate: ...

The casually spoken words gently soothed the emptiness in my chest.

Even if being with someone might unknowingly hurt them, that's not the case with Elbert and me right now.

It felt like he had said that to me–.

Kate: ...Thank you.

Something hot seemed to well up inside me, and I lowered my head to try and hold it back.

Suddenly, I noticed something pure white, like snow, lying at my feet.

(... What is it?)

Buried in the cold night sand, it was a small, round, white seashell.

(It's beautiful... It makes me want to cry.)

Kate: ... Speaking of which, you said before that I should tell you if I found anything beautiful.

Kate: What do you think of this seashell?

I picked it up from the sand.

Elbert: ... Is it beautiful to you?

Kate: Yes, very...

Elbert: ... I see...

Kate: When I feel something is beautiful, it's like... it's not so much the thing itself, but the state of my own heart that makes me feel that way, like who I saw it with, or what I thought about.

Kate: This seashell too, it's tiny and common, but...

Kate: Because I found it on this beach, right now... it seems so special.

Elbert: ...

Kate: Maybe... even if something is ugly to 99 people,

Kate: To one person, it could be the most beautiful thing in the world.

Elbert: ... That would be,

Elbert: For that "ugly thing"... it would be like a miracle.

His eyes fixed on the seashell, Elbert coughed sadly.

Kate: ... Lord Elbert, do you think this seashell is beautiful?

Elbert: ... ... I don't know.

("I don't know"...)

*flashback*

Alfons: It's just that, while he desires beautiful things, El doesn't trust his own intuition, so it's a bit troublesome.

*flashback over*

Kate: Alfons said that you "don't trust" your own intuition.

(So, it's not that you don't "feel" it's beautiful... right?)

Kate: May I ask why...?

Elbert: ... Because the things I thought were beautiful... didn't work out.

Kate: "Didn't work out"...?

Elbert: Yes... They didn't work out.

(Maybe it means a wish he wanted to fulfill didn't come true...)

His profile, gazing into the distance, was clouded with sadness – I hesitated to pry further.

(I shouldn't dig into the events that caused him such pain out of mere curiosity.)

But I couldn't help but want to empathize with his sadness.

(Just like how Elbert is empathizing with me now...)

Kate: ... Lord Elbert.

Elbert: Hm... What is it?

Kate: If you ever feel sad and don't want to be alone...

Kate: Please call me, if you don't mind.

Elbert: ...

Elbert: ... Thank you.

(Ah...)

His smile made my heart beat a little faster.

(I wish he would smile more.)

But the smile that appeared on Elbert's lips quickly faded.

I didn't want this sad but gentle time to end, so I wondered how long we had been sitting side by side, gazing at the sea.

(... It's cold.)

My fingertips were getting cold, telling me it was time to leave this pleasant beach.

Elbert: The wind is getting chilly, shall we head back?

I urged Elbert and slowly stood up.

(Should I leave the seashell here...?)

I gently tried to release the seashell I had picked up back onto the sand.

Elbert: ... Wait.

Kate: ...?

Suddenly, Elbert grabbed my wrist.

Elbert: That seashell... Won't you give it to me?

Kate: This one?

Elbert: Yes... I want the seashell you found.

Elbert was still sitting on the sand, looking up at me.

(Is it because I said it was "beautiful"? Or... did Elbert himself think it was beautiful?)

Either way, this seashell would probably be placed in that lonely room where there was nothing for Elbert.

Maybe it would be left in a mess with other things, neglected and forgotten.

(But...)

(If the memory of the time we spent together on this beach could be "something for Elbert" in that room, even for a moment...)

Kate: Here you go. As a thank you for your kindness in bringing me to your secret place.

Elbert: ... Thank you.

Kate: Hehe... That was a bit dramatic, wasn't it?

In his sculpture-like palm, the tiny seashell shone brightly like snow in the moonlight.

Kate: Well then, shall we go back...?

As I held out my hand with the seashell, Elbert's hand enveloped mine, along with the seashell.

Kate: ... Lord Elbert?

Elbert: ...

His fingertips were just as cold, but the palms of his hands were warm, and when my fingertips were enveloped there, the warmth gradually transferred to them.

(Why did he suddenly take my hand...?)

Elbert: ... Your hands are cold.

Kate: Yours too, Lord Elbert... Your fingertips are just as cold.

Elbert: I'm used to it...

Still crouching down, Elbert drew my palm closer and gently pressed his forehead against it, as if offering a prayer.

Elbert: I knew I had to take you back soon...

Elbert: But I indulged in your silence.

Elbert: ... I couldn't let you go until you got this cold. ... I'm sorry.

My heart thumped.

(Elbert too...)

(Did being with me make it a little easier for him to breathe?)

(... I hope so.)

Kate: There's no need to apologize.

Kate: I also wanted to stay here a little longer.

Elbert: ... I see.

Elbert: Then, just a little longer... like this.

Until my fingertips stole the warmth from Elbert's palms and became warm themselves, Elbert held my hand, along with the seashell, and wouldn't let go.

Chapter 5

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The Bear, Season 3 PREDICTIONS

OKAY! So with The Bear premiering slightly earlier now, I wanted to go ahead and get my predictions (and maybe some delusional wishes) out on here because I just saw the still where Syd and Carmy are drinking tea after Carmy gets out of the fridge and I definitely had Syd being there when he got out of the walk-in. I never did get my fanfic out before the new season (although who knows. There’s still time!) so I hope I’ll still be in the headspace to finish it after I see the new episodes!

I would LOVE to see everyone’s predictions, too, so add them in the comments or create a post and tag me!

My Predictions:

Let’s start with Sydcarmy first. Oh, hell. This season is going to be one that drags us through all of the emotions. It’s already giving angst galore from all of the promos. A lot of us are worried about this ship, but I have to believe that while Storer may have not initially been on the sydcarmy train, we have a believer in Calo and loves love. We’ll be okay but it’s not going to always be pretty. We’re about to go through it, 100%, but I think the arduous emotional jouney will be worth it in the end (the end perhaps not being this season…).

As mentioned, I predicted to myself that Syd would be waiting for Carmy when he finally is freed the walk-in refrigerator before I saw the image. To add to this, I believe this will be a very tense moment. Syd is incredibly disappointed with Carmy, but we’re going to get a hellava moment between the two in the very first episode. This moment is going to show just how deep Syd’s love (and I actually do mean in the friendship sense here) runs for Carmy. Despite Carmy already fucking up by not get the fridge fixed, we will get to see Syd give Carmy more grace than he deserves. But she is going to be skeptical as hell of him. He is going to seemingly change overnight and ignore all healthy ways of coping and go straight into this maniacal version of himself.

They are about to put us through a Sydcarmy fight for the ages after Carmy does his whole partnership shit. But when I tell you this is going to remind us of the most dramatic romances we read on our Kindles, I mean it. Imagine this trope as one of those whole ass agreement list things that one or both of the romance leads (in a friends to lovers, especially) have. The agreement is done when the friends have an insane, amazing friendship and there’s more there, obviously, but they’re afraid to admit it. Sometimes they truly don’t even know that they like each other! In the case of Carmy, he is so avoidant of all of his feelings, he doesn’t even allow himself to think he likes her in this way. And even if he does recognize it, he certainly doesn’t know how to properly channel that into a romantic relationship with Sydney but he is 100% cognizant of the fact that he doesn’t want to lose her. That he CANNOT lose her. This agreement is done under the guide of a professional work agreement, but what he is proposing sounds more initamiate this just a work agreement. I honestly think it’s going to be jarring because on one hand Carmy believes this will lead to a star, but on the other hand what he’s trying to do starts to look and sound more like a non-platonic relationship.

There is going to be a DREAM sequence that will make sydcarmy shippers happy. I just have this feeling or maybe this is me in delululand. Look. There were one too many damn dream sequence jokes for me to not take it seriously. I’m always a big believer that dream sequences should go big or go home; in fact, I’m trying to go through all of the dream sequences I’ve watched before in my head right now. I can’t think of one that did not involve kissing OR the wake-up-right-before-they-kiss moment at least. Think back to last month’s Polin (Bridgerton). I hope we get the kiss but I’ll even take the latter. BUT I’m going to go big and say that this may not even be a all heated and sexy dream. Um. What if it’s a Sydcarmy wedding!!!

Syd and Carmy will sit next to each other at the funeral. There will be some comforting hand holding that is going to put us in a chokehold. I think Syd cries and Carmy comforts her.

Ya know how Carmy helped Claire move whatever the hell furniture last season? Yeah, we’re gonna see a parallel of the moving thing when he helps Syd. We’re gonna get a Sydcarmy moment inside Sydney’s apartment and they’re going to talk about the future. This will be a great scene and will be use in all the future edits for sureee. Fantasyland me wants Carmy to say some shit like, “Syd, I don’t even know why you didn’t just move in with me?” “Carmy, use your head. You have one bedroom ? ? ?” “I would’ve taken the couch, nbd.”

Carmy sees Syd’s tattoos. I hope!! Perhaps this is in the dream sequence? Or maybe they have an actual conversation. Carmy tells Syd what one of his tattoos means. She does the same. But, forreal, this is a headcanon for me.

To end the season, Syd and Carmy forreal do something that makes it hard to deny they are 100% in the platonic love category. They kiss and there is a conversation that rivals the under the table scene. Richie is the one who helps them get to this point.

Sydney makes the decision to step away from Carmy a bit. Does she go to Ever? God, I hope not. But I think her health problems are going to be crazier (PLEASE STORER do not make her sick!!! I beg you!) and she can’t deal with Carmy’s shit any longer. I honestly think we’re going to see the season span months and the angst will be rough. Hopefully it’s one of those, “Three Months Later” things so we don’t actually have to see it. LOL Just get me to the end.

Carmy is about to piss everyone off. I think we’re going to see Tina, Natalie, Richie, Sweeps, even Pete get into it with him.

There will be a good number of flashbacks this season:

*Mikey in his last few months, weeks, and/or days leading up to his death

*But also we’ll see some fun, sweet memories involving Mikey. Moments with Richie, Nat, and Carmy.

*Carmy as a chef before The Beef/The Bear. I’m so looking forward to these!

*We are finally going to see Syd’s mom in flashbacks!

Emanuael and Carmy meet. Syd’s dad will not like Carmy. He’s not gonna be impressed at all. They are going to talk and Carmy is going to do everything in his power to convince Emanuel he will be better for Syd and that she’s everything to him. Emanuel is going to give him some advice to win over Sydney.

Richie is going to start dating and at least semi-successful. I think his redemption arc is still happening and specifically related to his relationships. Not gonna lie, I do actually like the idea of Jess and Richie and so I’m going to keep that in the mix and say Richie is the one who sets up Syd with the Ever guy. Richie will attend Tiff and Frank’s wedding.

Syd and Marcus grow so much closer. Syd is going to serve as a supporting, loving friend to Marcus. They’re going to bond over the dead mom club. It’s going to be wonderful to see their friendship.

Donna is there for Nat. Perhaps she goes into labor and Donna is there to ease her nerves. It’s a wild moment for sure but a pretty poignant one.

Luca. Dude. I don’t even know. I LOVE his character. I want him to, like, I’d love for him and Marcus to hook up. That would be the absolute best. Hell, I’d really love for Luca to be Sydney and starting flirting with her and with get to see jealous!Carmy! (PLEASE!) but I’ll settle for some flashback scenes. I guessss. Perhaps Luca comes help out at The Bear? I’d love that.

I’ve seen a lot of people say that The Bear will struggle greatly and close. I cannot deal with this LOL. I don’t want this to happen so I’m not going to predict it, but I think there will be some struggling.

Tina’s story is gonna be emotional. Her journey into the kitchen is going to be one that happens because she desperately needs a job. We’re going to see her with Luis’ father. We are going to see her with Mikey. We’re going to see that she has always been bright and so capable.

Claire. Man. I don’t like that she is even in this season, but I appreciate a great story and don’t think we can fully wrap this whole thing up if the walk-in fridge breakup was it. Fak is starting to get on my last nerves with his matchmaking shit lol but I think we will see Claire in at least a slightly different and enhanced light. Chris Storer is intentional in everything he does and I don’t believe for one second this doctor can be so surface level. Carmy may have this guilt eating him up and his trauma keeping him from wanting anything good, but ultimately Carmy doesn’t actually want her. She’s meant to represent this nice person and serve merely as (physical) relief. But I don’t even know. I don’t think she and Carmy are endgame at all. I want Claire to tell Fak to stop his nonsense. I want her to understand her worth and not go back to Carmy after he said all of this shit about her (and not just because I love Sydcarmy but because I’m for the girlies knowing their worth!).

What I would really love to happen is Claire cursing Carmy tf out. I’d love for Claire and Syd to have a one-on-one conversation and Sydney says something that exposes how she feels about Carmy to Claire. Awkwardness ensues.

Okay. Damn. I started typing and I couldn’t stop. It was as if I was ten years old again and typing my predictions for the upcoming Harry Potter book. Dang. Take me back to those days! Those prediction threads were unreal. Tell me your predictions!

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Voice in the Abyss

[ CHAPTER Ⅳ ]

✨Manhwa : Into The Light Once Again

✨Elmir royal family x Fem!Reader

✨Warning : princess!reader, lost memory, yandere elements (both platonic and romantic), protect, ... (will add more)

📌Note: this is just a fanfic, there are many details unrelated to the original story line. English is not my native language, if I make grammatical mistakes or use incorrect words, please forgive me.

🎭Summary : You have a voice that is said to change the world, when you sing, your sweet voice makes people happy and all things flourish. One day, your kingdom was destroyed, you had to live with the pain of losing your family and being severely mistreated. But it seems that you will die in misery, there will be people who will come and take you out of the abyss.

[ Introduce ]

[ Chapter 4 ]

"So... how's that child ?"

The cup of tea that she had just picked up suddenly stopped. Aisha looked at her father when he mentioned you.

“(Y/n) is much better, she is receiving treatment very well,” Empress Iris said and then paused, the smile on her lips gradually becoming lighter. “… Like in the letter I sent you before, she doesn't remember anything that happened. So the royal physician diagnosed her with memory loss.”

“Hm” The Emperor nodded, raised the teacup, and took a sip.

"Isn't anyone going to tell her the truth ?"

“N-no way !” Aisha said hastily, she put down the tea cup. She still doesn't want you to know the truth. It's very difficult for you to get better. If you knew your homeland had been destroyed, Aisha isn't sure how you would feel.

“(Y/n) will have a hard time getting better, if we let her know the truth…”

You are too fragile to face it now. That would be a horrifying truth that could destroy you all over again. Aisha doesn't want that.

Tyrion thought for a while, then sighed, as if seeing right through his daughter's emotions.

“I understand.” The king nodded slightly, thinking. “Anyway, that child has nowhere else to go…”

“Aisha, can we talk for a bit ?”

Finally, the Princess found herself on the balcony with her brother. Tonight, the moonlight is cool and windy, making it very suitable for relaxing or taking a walk before going to bed.

The two talked about many things to each other, as if this peaceful moment would last without end. Isis looked at her, his eyes were so gentle and affectionate that there were no words to describe them. He was talking to his beloved sister, how wonderful this was.

“You seem to care a lot about (K/n)'s princess, Aisha.”

Aisha's smile stiffened slightly; she was confused, her face suddenly turned pink. “Why do you think that ?”

“I saw your face turn worried when dad talked about telling her the truth.” Isis said softly. He wasn't surprised; he knew Aisha was a kind person and had a kind heart.

“Ah, is that so ?”

Aisha giggled, she didn't expect her face to look worried at that moment. But maybe he's right, because she really cares about you. Her mood, when she saw you getting better, became relieved, as if a ton of burden had been lifted from her.

“I feel… She…” She hesitated, seemingly at a loss for words to describe her feelings and what they were about you.

“When you talked about (Y/n) through the letter, my mother and I were very shocked. She reminds me of what happened when I was in Edenburg…”

But it seems like she… went through something even more horrifying than that…

Isis's pupils shrank slightly, he realized something. He pondered, his hands clenching unconsciously. The mention of Edenburg's name made him feel hateful.

Isis was silent for a moment, as if considering something before deciding to speak.

“Aisha… there is something I want to tell you.” He hesitated.

Something made Isis' voice sound more serious than before.

Aisha was a bit surprised. What kind of thing sounded so serious? She didn't take her eyes off him, ready for whatever he would say.

“Edenburg…”

“They have something to do with this war, my sister…”

What ?

Her pupils shrank, her heart skipped a beat. Aisha couldn't utter a word when her brother said that. Her throat felt tight, her body felt numb. Did Isis just mention Edenburg ? She felt doubtful, many emotions mixed and rolled within her, making Aisha unable to find the words to answer him. She wondered: Why is Edenburg involved in this?

What the hell are they thinking anyway ?

“What did you… just say…?”

Edenburg.

"That-… Impossible ! Why is Edenburg involved in this ?!"

Aisha's hands gripped the balcony railing tightly, making her fingers turn white. The image of Marianne unconsciously invaded her mind. The more Edenburg was mentioned, even if she was immersed in boundless joy, it still left Aisha enveloped in feelings of pain and deep hatred, above anything.

“Dad and I learned about it when we questioned Alamasia's soldiers. They said that Edenburg also had a part in this, including the destruction of (K/n).”

“They are the ones who provided information about (K/n) to Alamasia, and they are also the ones who provided magic tools for Alamasia to invade (K/n)…”

Although his voice was still steady and calm, Isis's expression had since become frowning. Edenburg's appearance was something he did not expect when interrogating those soldiers.

"I don't understand…"

“In the end, what did (K/n) do to deserve all that?” Aisha couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice.

From a young age, when exposed to human knowledge, Aisha noticed that the world praised the (K/n) Empire. People all use beautiful words to talk about that place, the country always stands at the pinnacle of prosperity, regardless of time. Along with the fact that music has always been associated with the country's development over the centuries, people call it the name: The country of songs.

People say that place is like paradise on earth—such a beautiful, wonderful place, where people live in prosperity and happiness, light exists everywhere, even in each alley in (K/n). Ancient songs, melodies, stories, and legends about the gods. (K/n) is always a place full of human love and happiness.

But now they are just a pile of ruins.

(Y/n), do you remember what your hometown used to be like?

“Do you know ?” Aisha said this after a moment of silence.

“Even though she doesn't remember anything about herself, she always remembers that she has a place to return to. I feel that it has deepened and taken root in her consciousness and subconscious.”

It seems like your heart is always in that place—a place that nothing can replace, a place that you can't even forget.

The place you call “home”.

Paper cannot cover a fire. Aisha knew you would find out one day; sooner or later, she wouldn't be able to hide the truth from you forever. But… how can Aisha tell you the truth ?

Bang !

The sound came when Aisha's light arrow hit the tree trunk, making a dent there. She adjusted her breathing, looking at the dent that was bigger than the last time she practiced, which meant she was getting stronger. Aisha was happy about that. Although using light spirit power to fight was quite laborious, she would definitely try.

You sit on the side, clapping your hands. Your eyes widened in surprise and admiration. Princess Aisha was amazing. Aisha saw that and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her heart and, at the same time, a little embarrassed at the admiring eyes you were giving her.

Today, Aisha took you out to get some fresh air. She was worried that leaving you in the room for a long time would make you feel bored, partly because you could walk again. And it was the right decision! She noticed that you look more refreshed when you go out. The weather today is also very suitable, so you will feel comfortable. Aisha also feels better when she sees you happy.

Worried that you would wander around alone, she let you stay by her side while practicing. After that, you always stared at her curiously. The feeling of being stared at like that was also a bit embarrassing. Aisha would sometimes turn her face away for a moment to hide her slightly blushing face.

But most of all, what the Princess noticed was that you look so adorable sitting there !

This thought may be strange, but it's true! What Aisha means is… You look cute. You are dreamy, and your cheeks are pink, probably because the comfortable weather makes you like that. There's also the way you watch the butterflies flutter around and the way your eyes light up when you clap for her.

“Yeah… even though (Y/n) normally looks pretty and cute…” Aisha thought that while the bow in her hand glowed, it transformed into Rimie, an intermediate light spirit. Lu also transformed, returning from the arrow just now.

“Good job, Lu, Rimie !”

"Master! This time, you have improved !” Lu said excitedly that the little spirit was flying around Aisha.

"Yes! You too! It's been hard for you two."

"It's nothing, it's my honor to contribute to my master," Rimie said. She smiled slightly, placing her hand on her chest, showing sincerity.

“Now rest, Lu, Rimie.”

The two spirits disappeared after her words. Aisha quickly came to you. The two of you had been out for a long time; she wondered if you were tired.

“(Y/n), how are you feeling ?” Aisha sat down with you.

You nodded, your hand rubbing the green grass, feeling the smoothness touching your palm. Everything makes you curious. Suddenly, you feel like you haven't been outdoors for a long time, and the warm light also makes you feel a bit strange. It wasn't just a few weeks; it was longer than that. But you quickly dismissed it and thought that maybe you were thinking too much. Maybe being in the room for too long makes you feel that way.

Aisha silently smiled, watching you interact with everything outside. You looked like a child right now, studying everything in your sight.

Before that, she had taken you to meet her father, Emperor Tyrion; although at first she found it a bit hasty for you, she was worried that you would feel nervous about meeting him. But after that, nothing happened, everything was quite fine. Even though you still refused to say anything, luckily, the Emperor sympathized with you.

Actually, you're not very good about it. Meeting such a noble person makes you feel tense and restless, Aisha and Empress Iris are also noble, but they are much gentler. When welcoming you, he did not show that side but instead showed a gentle side. If you compare Emperor Tyrion with Empress Iris, you can see that Tyrion is stricter and colder, certainly, because he is the Emperor, the ruler of a large Empire and the leader of the people. You understand that; indeed, being a ruler is not easy.

You heard that Aisha also has an older brother, he is the Crown Prince, but you haven't met him.

“Next month, we will have a party to celebrate my dad's return from that trip. I heard it's supposed to last for half a month.” Princess Aisha looked up at the sky. “Hm… There will probably be a ball too."

Even though she said it was a celebration of the Emperor's successful trip, it was actually a celebration of the knights returning victorious from the war. Everyone knows that, except you.

“(Y/n), do you like royal balls ?”

Hearing her question, you drifted off, thinking about balls and royal parties. Many question marks began to appear in your mind. What is a royal party like ?

Aisha looked at your bewildered appearance and accidentally let out a giggle. “A ball is a kind of social gathering, but where people's main activity is dancing.” She explained, seeming to guess your thoughts.

“You can make friends there and dance with whoever you like.”

Having said this, she suddenly stopped and stared at you. If you let yourself attend the party, perhaps you will also attract a lot of attention from nobles, many people will notice your outstanding beauty. Your beauty becomes apparent after the scars gradually fade until they completely disappear. You look like the reincarnation of an angel fallen from heaven. Shiny, smooth hair and crystal-like (e/c) eyes—when you're quiet, people say you're as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

It's just a shame that you look quite... lifeless right now. Every time Iris looks into your eyes, she says that they contain an indescribable sadness that is as deep as the ocean, just looking at it once or twice will not be enough to understand.

Aisha wondered what it would be like when you smiled; it would definitely be very beautiful.

You two don't know that Isis is silently observing you at the window in the palace. Looking at the two of you being so close, he smiled slightly, happy that Aisha had a friend to keep her company. However, his smile suddenly faded, and a thoughtful look shone in his blue eyes as he looked at your back.

What is he thinking ?

Continue to [ Chapter 5 ]

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