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The Omegaverse Fic Writer's Prayer

Our mind, who art depraved, vanished be thy shame.

Thy Alphas come. Thy Omegas be done everywhere, and in every position.

Give us this day our daily knot, and praise us for our sins as we praise each other's.

Lead us right into temptation, and deliver us the filthiest ideas.

For yours is the Omegaverse, the porn and the glory for ever and ever.

Amen.

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What requires your immediate attention right now?

Today, in this general reading we shall know what requires your immediate attention right now. Please, take what resonates. Choose the card or cards which appeals to you the most or jumps out to you the most, or any other method if you do one.

Please like and reblog if this pac resonated with you in any way!

Good Luck 🤞🏻🍀

Pile goes from left to right.

1-2

3-4

5-6

Pile 1

Hello Pile 1!

Let's get into your reading~

Cards: The Lovers, 10 of Cups, 10 of Pentacles.

I believe your immediate attention is required by your personal life. Your relationships. I am not even saying any specific one. It's for all. Your romantic relationship, your friendships and your family relations and every relationship which you adore. This needs your immediate attention. Maybe you have been ignoring this due to workload, stress, anxiety and what not. Please try to refocus on your personal life. You will get some clarity for good. And some much needed rest from all the chaos. Your people are there for you pile 1. No matter the actual relation, your people are your family. There are two 10s, so I believe your personal life sort of completes you~ (whatever you perceive it to be 💕)

All the very best 👍🏻

Pile 2

Now onto my pile 2!

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Cards: 9 of Pentacles, 5 of Pentacles, 10 of Wands, King of Pentacles.

My pile 2, the energy I got from you guys was a scattered one, a stuck one. I feel like, you guys are badly out of touch with yourself. You might need to seriously reconnect with yourself. Even with nature. Do you like animals? Perhaps. You might get significant joy from being in blissful solitude with yourself. Take some time out. Go somewhere, anywhere, even a simple walk will help you. I am getting this again. Do you guys have pets? If yes go with them. Pet, animal energy is very strong with this pile. I believe your spirit guides are looking out for you. Trust in them and have trust in yourself love! You are good, you are gonna do good.

Have faith in yourself 💕

Pile 3

Hello my lovely pile 3~~

Cards: 2 of Pentacles, Page of Wands, 9 of Pentacles

What I am getting is, your immediate attention is required by your work life I believe. You might have several tasks at hand. You might be juggling between them so much so that there is a great disbalance in your life because of that. Your mind is so occupied with all the work you have in your hands that you might not be even giving as much as you want to, to your work and even life circumstantially. The thing you need to do is, clear out your mind. Try to organise anything you can. Take small steps and start from there. Then, maybe the daunting and never ending may not be so horrifying. Balancing is the key here. Take only how much you can do. Might have to say no to a few offers.

You can do it pile 3! 💕

Pile 4

Hello my pile 4 🤗

Cards: 8 of Pentacles, 8 of Wands, 7 of Cups, Death ♾️ Rebirth.

This pile is giving me high school, college, any educational or vocational institutions vibe, AND anyone in a transition phase of their life regarding their career.

So as I said, your immediate attention is required by your studies, decisions and skills. For most of you I sense, you all are working hard and burning the midnight oil lamp. And I am so proud of you for that. I also, sense you might have many options on which way to go. It's just all too confusing. I connect with you deeply on this. What I suggest is, you can and will be awesome at whatever you are passionate about. Like listen, if you like something you are willing to work damn hard for it, you know passion ignites the flames so high and beyond in you all!! This transition phase will prove crucial to you. Think and think thoroughly, calmly.

Wishing for the best 🤞🏻

Pile 5

Hello my pile 5 :D

Cards: 6 of Cups, Ace of Cups, Ace of Swords, 8 of Swords.

My pile 5, you guys might be feeling, very much out of control I think. Might as well be feeling very very much suffocated with everything going around you. You know when the present comes to bite you, sometimes retreating back to older times, to where your heart lies is the best deal you can do/choose. And that's what you need to do. People from past, from whom you haven't talked to in months, years. Seeing photo albums, physical, online. Reminiscing about the past and thinking about the good times might be what you just need to do. Go deep in your mind and unlock the golden memories, who knows you might be in more in tune and control than you think.

Your heart is supposed to be in tune with you ❤️

Pile 6

Hello my lovely pile 6~~

Cards: 7 of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 3 of Wands, 8 of Swords.

My pile 6, have you been getting distracted from your path? I understand, it can get difficult and lonely while carving your path with patience meticulously. But, no one knows better than you on how much this all means to you. No one knows better than you on how hard you have worked for this, and how far you have come with so much resilience. I saw 11:11 right now, this might be the confirmation. Your brain, mind and intelligence will take you far and wide. Have trust in them and in yourself. You are a warrior. Like really, I am getting the vibes. The one who knows all the tactics and looks at the obstacles with eyes of determination. This is what you are. Keep working and going ahead, rest once in a while. You will do good, you will get better. Nothing can stop you now.

I believe in you ❤️

Thank you everyone who saw and participated in this pac reading! Mind you, this was my first pac. Please, any kind of feedback is always very very appreciated!! Whatever resonated, didn't resonate or anything you might want to say with this. My ask box is open.

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Somebody does love | MYG

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.

Genre - angst, established relationship AU

Word count - 3.2k

Warnings - none

Ratings - 13+

A/N - The Yoongi I had in mind while writing this. Feel free to imagine, and comment with reference to your own Yoongi vibe. Also, this is the first work I am uploading online. Please show some love and let me know if you want this to remain a one-shot, or become a series.

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“Every time I see you I feel more alone,” he said in a tone barely above a whisper, looking down at the coffee, his hands still clenched together over his lap. He tried to blink back the tears forming in his eyes and visibly sighed, eyes trained on the half-cup of iced Americano. He knew his resolve to not cry in front of you today would shatter if he looked up at you.

He thought you missed the solitary tear drop that escaped his restraints and hung at the tip of his nose before he casually wiped at it with the sweatshirt sleeve. You didn’t. Maintaining his slouch, he drew a sharp breath and looked around the cafe. A couple of more tables were occupied on the other side, the barista was cleaning up behind the counter, one of the waiters was at the billing machine, frowning down at it while probably trying to balance the account from the business day, and the other two were clearing off the empty tables and setting them up for a hassle-free open on the following day—Wednesday morning.

The Wednesday morning he has been dreading for almost two months now.

He averted your piercing gaze at his form and looked outside the cafe from his seat beside the window. The usually unfrequented alley was now almost deserted.

“Why do you always have to be so honest?” you managed to mutter, failing to mask the tremble in your voice.

“Because that is all I can ever be,” he shrugged. “Because that is all you ever wanted.” Your chest constricted at the sound of the chuckle that escaped him.

It is true. That was all you asked for. All you asked of him. Honesty. From the very beginning, that was your only condition, wish, and command. You sealed it in a drunken pinky promise which you took a selfie of as “evidence” so neither of you could walk back on it sober, or ever.

And you didn’t.

You were honest too. Too honest for your hearts to be as tender and bruised as they were in the present moment. Too honest to have put you through what you imagine hell would be. Too honest for “your own good” as your sister said.

Your fingers, freezing on a seemingly normal summer evening, were clutching around the cup of long-gone-cold latte in front of you. You had barely taken two sips of it. You wanted to reach out your hands and hold his. His hands were always warm. As were his feet.

Unlike yours. Every time you would cuddle, you would first grip his palm and cage in his feet with your cold ones, allowing physics to conduct its natural heat transference until equilibrium was achieved. He would shout at you in protest but made no physical efforts to move away. He would accuse of you being a cold-blooded cat, an anomaly of the biome, etc. All of which he would scream until he broke into a chuckle at how your breath tickled his neck.

But you did not reach out for his hand. You also made no attempts to wipe away the tears that were now free-falling across his cheeks. You most certainly did not honour his last statement with a reply. You could not. You did not know what to say. What should you say?

That you love him. That it broke your heart as much to leave. Hell, maybe even more since you were the one actually leaving. But didn’t say anything. You stared quietly at the man in front of you, while he stared out the window. His chin by now supported by one of his hands propped on the table by the elbow. His other hand still lay on his lap, fidgeting with the inseam of his jeans.

Maybe it is a good thing that you didn’t say those words out loud. Because if you did, it would only lead to another argument. Because he would fight to claim that no one was hurting more than he was. It was precisely because he was staying, that he would hurt more. Every day he would be reminded of you, in all the places you went and the things you used, and the people you would hang out with. He would argue to accomplish what he believed was the truth in this scenario. He was willing to take a chance and believe in you - the pair of you. And you were not. Simply because you were scared. You were scared and tried to hide it in a garb of logic and reality.

And he was right. All your purported rationale and logic. Tissues and smokescreens. Excuses. You knew that, didn’t you?

All the thoughts, feelings, uncried tears, and a genuine cough choked you up. You took a sip of your latte. And then another, and another, until you emptied the cup. A small burp escaped your lips.

For the first time in almost half an hour, he turned his face to directly look at you. It was a familiar enough sight. A latte moustache on your face and your hands reaching for napkins.

You had a frown all the while wiping your face until you looked up at him, as you felt his gaze after a long time that evening. Your frown smoothened and your raised brows settled. You removed the napkin from your mouth and cheekily broke into a faint grin.

You saw his puffy, red, wistful eyes crinkle as he mirrored your expression of amusement.

“Y/N-ah…” he groaned your name amid another wistful chuckle as he wiped his face, a little too forcibly, along his sweatshirt sleeves.

He looked up to see you now sporting a genuine smile. A faint one, but a smile. The smile he would miss so bloody much from tomorrow. He sniffled and tried to put on a smile himself, but it was harder than he thought it would be. His eyes shifted behind you looking at the penultimate customers leaving the cafe. He had not noticed when the student at the other table had left. Moving his eyes back to you, he caught your gaze and saw your smile fall.

For the nth time, he stared into your eyes and saw a similar hurt he was used to seeing in the mirror these past days. And for the nth time, he could not comprehend why you would leave things the way they were. If you were hurting even half of how much he was, he could not understand why you would not want to fix things.

Fix what? Was something broken? Other than your hearts, nothing.

“Yoong,” you called out to him.

He blinked a couple of times before nodding his head, to urge you to continue. Just as he heard his name heart started beating two times faster he was sure. He could feel it in his forehead and his ears now. That voice calling out to him, that intentional missing syllable in the end. That name in that voice in that exact manner was a thing he had come to treasure so much, he only understood how much once the frequency of it reduced over the past couple of months.

He is not sure he would have caught what you said until you tipped your head towards the counter. He turned his head first, his eyes following a beat later, which were trained on your mouth as if trying to read what words they formed. (That is the only reason he was staring at it)

He saw the staff, all leaning against the counter, some even with their aprons off, trying their best to appear engaged in a conversation amongst themselves but were throwing your table impatient glances.

Yoongi looked down at his watch. 22:10. 10 minutes past the cafe closing time. He hadn’t realised. Five hours flew by. And it wasn’t enough.

Of course, it wasn’t, no amount of time with you was enough. Forever would maybe come close, but not enough. At one point, the probability of a forever scared him and now, sitting defeated, dehydrated opposite the woman he loved, in their favourite cafe in Seoul, the implausibility of a forever nearly choked the life out of him.

He cannot be crying every two minutes. He reprimanded his tears internally and looked up at you, to see you getting ready to get up. Yoongi followed suit, and the tip of his ears and cheeks turned a shade darker from embarrassment than it was from the crying. Not only did all the crying clog his sinuses, but he also upheld some hard-working individuals hostage past their work hours.

As both of you got up, without a plan, almost instinctively, you bowed almost 90 degrees and muttered slightly different variations of “Thank you for your service.” The staff bowed back in earnest.

You pushed open the door and held it out for Yoongi too, a gesture very simple, very natural, but stood out now, as his back brushed lightly past your forearm. Through two jackets and two shirts, one slight brush caused the energy to cackle that you did not know was possible. You were insane, or at least getting close to being one.

You didn’t realise you were holding a breath until you let it out after Yoongi swiftly went past you, a little ahead of the entrance, and turned to see the dim lights of the cafe being turned off one by one.

Everything around him was like a mocking simile of how fast his life was going dark too. Maybe not actually, but it sure felt that way. Your proud and now hesitant frame against the cafe window lit only by the yellow streetlight two yards away.

You walked up to him on the pavement, well, not to him, roughly to where he was standing. To feign indifference at the proximity, one of Yoongi’s hands moved atop the small wooden signboard for the cafe set up on the walkway and started tugging at non-existent splinters.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw you take out your phone and take a photo of the cafe. What was visible of the cafe at least. With the lights all out, it was just another building. Unlike other places, it did not have a neon sign above either, for any discernable marks of what the photo is of.

That is why you first came to the cafe. How quaint, quiet and almost unrecognisable it was to outsiders. Most people either discovered it on a lucky day or were recommended by a friend. You found it on one of your early morning strolls during your second week in the city. And when you needed a quiet place outside of your homes and offices to hang out with Yoongi, you did not have to rake your brains.

You still followed the usual modicum of caution - masks, hats, non-descript clothing, driving your affordable, on-lease car instead of Yoongi’s fancy one. But still, inside the cafe was your safe haven. The first day you came in with Yoongi, you were quietly preparing for a paparazzi horde, a sasaeng attack, and an admonishment from his manager soon after. But nothing happened. The staff were nothing but polite and the most professional, and most of the other customers preferred to keep to themselves as well. How convenient. And how grateful you were for it.

You were sure the staff noticed the tension at your table today. But you also knew, regardless, they would never hurry you.

You loved the cafe and its aroma. They had the best freshly roasted coffee than any other place in town that you have been to. You loved their cinnamon rolls and blueberry pies. You loved the man beside you, whom you fell for over countless cups of coffee at this place, first in the guise of work and later on official dates.

You wanted that one last photo, the last thing to remember the place by, although you were certain you would never forget it. You couldn’t forget anything, anyone, any place concerning Min Yoongi. You have him memorised like the back of your hand. All of him, his memories, his scent, his voice, etched in your mind, forever. If you can’t have him forever, at least those memories are all yours to keep. Forever.

“I can take the metro back,” you turned to Yoongi as he spoke these words that pulled you out of a trance.

You started walking towards where you had parked your car. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you said, stuffing your phone in your pocket and looking for your keys.

Yoongi had both his hands in his pocket as he followed you. “It is no problem really. I can walk the rest of the way, it will clear my mind.” He meant what he said. Sitting next to you in a cramped space for even the 20 minutes it would take to get to his house, seemed like a bad idea. What if he cried again? He would definitely ache to reach out and hold your hand. He was already aching to hold your hand, which had by now found the keys.

You would have given his statement a thought or two if his words were not so clearly punctuated by sniffles that he tried to cover up by clearing his throat each time, almost comically. You needed him home with access to blankets and warm water/ soup/ tea and the like. In your experience what followed a crying bout for Yoongi was blocked sinuses and a warm temperature. Nothing to be too concerned about, physically. Just enough that a blanket and some warm soup can take care of. Over the past year or so, he had also preferred your presence beside his feverish body and your fingers threading through his hair, lulling him to sleep.

Since that last option was far beyond a possibility now, you had placed an order for mandu-guk at his address by the time you got to the car. He would be functional enough to pull blankets over himself, you thought. You would be wrong. Since as soon as he received the delivery, he would sit and be a wailing mess on the floor beside his kitchen island, as Holly tried to soothe him by lapping up his tears, and Scar and Tony, the two cats would stare at their human with more judgement than wonder.

You couldn’t foresee the future. So you unlocked your car, turned around, and said, “I am driving you home Yoongi. You can go for a walk from there.”

It wasn’t rude, but stern, definite. It was you. Yoongi almost cracked a fond smile. Sitting next to you in a cramped space for the next 20 minutes would be the last he saw of you. The realisation knocked some air out of him but he held the passenger side door of your car, wiping his thumb up and down the cold steel, wishing on the stars that he was holding your face instead. He simply nodded before he got in the car.

You wished you had not noticed his wistful glance, yet again, but you did, and the knot in your chest grew tighter. As if your heart was a sponge and some unknown force was squeezing the blood out of it.

The 20 minutes passed in two and you were parked outside Yoongi’s posh Hannam-dong residence. The quaint, summer breeze had never seemed so loud before. Your knuckles grew pale over the steering wheel because of how tight you were holding it. Yoongi noticed it. His own palms were clammy and he kept rubbing them on his jeans. You noticed it.

At this point, you could probably even hear each other’s heartbeat, or maybe, it was your own beating in your ears. But neither of you moved, nor breathed since you turned off the ignition of the car. The tension could be carved. Pin drops could be amplified.

“Are you finished packing?” Yoongi asked, his voice a little hoarse, looking straight ahead at his apartment gate.

A benign question. A generic one even. Something people ask anyone who is travelling the next day.

But it seems that was your Achilles heels. That one simple question reverberated in your system and almost dropkicked all semblance of resolve out of you. A tear escaped your squinting eyes. You turned away from him and shook your head, clearing your throat in the process to say, “A bit of last-minute packing still left.”

Lies. You had a majority of packing left. Your sister would freak out if she video-called you tonight. There is no way you will make an 11 am flight the next morning with how things were right now, she would say. You trusted your last-minute-panic guardian angel that has guarded your ass against the procrastination goblin all your life. Only this time it wasn't the goblin. It was the heartbreak elf. Almost everything you touched, anywhere you looked, memories flooded your system, causing you to break down and take a nap instead. The five days you had allotted for packing went mostly with crying, reminiscing, a fair amount of alcohol, a bit of… grass, and a lot of regrets.

So much regret. You were terrified to face up to them. Your chain of thoughts broke with the sound of a sharp breath intake from beside you. It sounded pained, you instinctively reached your hand out to soothe Yoongi’s back and realised too late to draw your hand back, so you decided to rest it against the back of the passenger’s seat. This, in reality, changed your position, angling your body towards Yoongi, your knees almost touching his thigh.

All Yoongi wanted was to pull you in for a hug and bury his face in the crook of your neck. He would walk back on all the fights and take back all the witty things he said at times you needed only comfort. He would eat so many of his words if he could if that would keep you from leaving forever. But he can’t, not anymore.

He unbuckled his seat belt and mumbled, “Right, this is it then.”

“Goodnight Yoongi. Take care and take it slow sometimes,” you croaked out, looking at him.

He will not look. He WILL NOT look.

He turned to look at your face, tears rolling down your cheek. Yoongi had to get away, or else he would implode. He nodded, with more force than required, biting down on his lower lip to hold in a sob, and got out of the car. He did not turn back till he was out of earshot from you, inside his apartment complex, behind the big iron gate.

He could still see the dark grey of your car through the designs.

Please don’t go. Please don’t go. Please don’t go.

He waited, just as you did. But you did not know that Min Yoongi stood on the other side of the big, fancy iron gate, holding his heart in his hand, praying to the Gods he doesn’t believe in, for one miracle.

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[stxrysnow]

— let me show you the world.

synopsis. satoru gojo isn’t a man with the most company in the world. after all, being ‘the strongest’ does come with a price— perhaps, being the most lonely one as well.

but things have changed since the queen of ice came into his life.

genres/themes. satoru gojo x elsa, crack, fluff, crossover ship, satoru giving golden retriever energy while elsa gives the black cat vibes, nothing really— just a sweet bickering couple, satoru being the nickname lord.

yoi’s notes. tell you what, i actually do not write crossover ships. but since i hadn’t mentioned in my rules about requests. . . i’ll consider this wish. i had fun writing this LMAOO—

word count. 1.2k

wished by. @idkidkdikdi

“baby, it sure is cold today, hm?”

the sorcerer chuckled, one hand of his finding its way back to her smaller one— where it belonged— azure eyes twinkling with amusement as his towering frame stared at her.

of course, just like his hand— satoru gojo found a home in elsa, a home that was irreplaceable— a home that he loved and cherished so much that it almost hurt him. but was he complaining? hell no.

“why do you call me that?” the white-haired woman said, tilting her head slightly in confusion as she stared up at satoru— and oh did he felt his heart clench by the amount of strength it required to not fall to his knees before her right there and then— “i am not a child.”

satoru couldn’t help it anymore.

a bark of laughter escaped his lips as he threw his head back, tears threatening to spill from his eyes at how simply— though adorably serious— clueless elsa was.

“oh my god,” he wheezed, his free hand reaching up to push his round, black glasses to make them perch atop his head, as he wiped his watery eyes. “give— give me a moment, love . .”

sensing elsa’s mixed look of confusion and scepticism, his laughter finally subsided— a wide grin taking its place instead.

“ . . elsa, sweetheart,” he said, voice still a bit hoarse from laughing so much, “we talked about this, remember? ‘baby’ is someone you call a loved one.”

elsa’s mystifying blue eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she tried to remember.

ah, that talk. still, she couldn’t help but have uncertainty linger on her mind.

“isn’t it rather strange, though?” she pondered, “calling your lover a term that technically means a child.”

satoru felt a thin stream of sweat trickling down his face, which was rather strange— since it was snowing and the peak of winter— so it sure as hell wasn’t the heat. a sudden urge to laugh again crossed through his mind but he quickly shoved it down— a flickering smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“ah, nevermind, my love,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walked through the snow-clad streets. “don’t busy your mind with such useless thoughts, hm? c’mon, i gotta show you so much today.”

“hm.”

they walked through the streets, sharing occasional conversations with each other.

by conversations, it is meant that satoru was talking and elsa was listening.

elsa didn’t quite mind, though. she was quite— used to being surrounded by highly . . . energetic people, after all. even back in arendelle, anna used to constantly ramble on and on about her day while elsa listened patiently, giving her occasional hums of approval, as they sat underneath the clear night skies, watching the days go by . . .

things had changed so much.

back there she was, playing the role of a queen she wasn’t sure she could handle— the weight of her powers and the expectations of the people— what if they found out? conceal, don’t reveal— living a childhood full of loneliness because of her powers, shutting out anna because she’d been so, so afraid of hurting her.

because of her powers.

but then again, hadn’t she also found her true worth— building a castle out of her powers, realising that it was better to let it go— and embrace herself for someone who she truly was, rather than putting on a façade of something that she wasn’t? hadn’t she finally accepted that her powers could never get into the way of having a bond with her people, if she didn’t let them?

of course she had.

as she angled her head upwards to gaze at satoru, who was looking at his phone distractedly while trying to figure out which restaurant to go to, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection— a not-so-foreign feeling, yet, also the one she felt when she was with satoru.

her one and only.

“aw, man, the mochi shop’s closed today,” she heard him whine, and a small chuckle escaped her without her realising.

satoru paused, sensing her gaze on him. a small, almost boyish grin spread on his face as he beamed down at her— azure eyes glimmering with mischief and affection.

“oh my,” he said in a mock-despaired manner, heaving a dramatic sigh, “woe is me, for my own darling has decided to find humour in my misery!”

her one and only headache, more like.

but hey, she wasn't complaining.

“how devastating,” elsa answered idly, rolling her eyes. “theatrics do not suit you, satoru.”

“c’mon,” he let out an amused scoff, “why’re you smiling then? you can admit you like it too, y’know— hey, waaiitt—” satoru let out a small, false yelp as elsa’s hands were quick enough to latch onto his cheeks whist she pulled at them mercilessly.

“you’re so foolish sometimes,” she muttered, though her voice carried no resentment— just pure affection.

satoru grinned, letting out a small sigh as he gently removed her hands from pulling onto his cheeks, slipping it into his pocket whilst engulfing it with his own.

“what are you doing?” elsa raised a brow, looking at the path ahead.

“jus’ keeping ya warm,” satoru let out a small laugh, “ ’s cold, hm?”

“did you forget that i don’t feel the cold?”

“nah.”

“then why— ah, nevermind,” she let out a small chuckle, rolling her eyes.

the sound of their boots clacking softly against the snow clad streets filled the air, along with satoru’s rambles about his earlier days and what food he was excited to try with her— a sound that resonated on and on like a never-ending melody within elsa’s frozen, yet human heart— one which she wished would never, ever end, even though she wouldn’t admit it infront of someone.

“we’re here!” satoru’s eyes were filled with childish glee as they approached the ice-cream parlour whilst he practically dragged her along with him, “c’mon!”

“alright, alright—” a small laugh escaped elsa’s lips as she let herself be dragged— blue eyes filled with adoration for the one whom she called hers.

“what is this?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at the swirly, cream-like, white thing in a strangely textured, brown bowl satoru brought for her after a few minutes after, whilst they sat on the high schools of the shop.

“it’s ice-cream,” satoru said, letting out a small laugh, “try it.”

elsa eyed the sweet treat suspiciously for a moment, before the tip of her tongue darted out to give it a small, tentative lick.

her eyes widened, a small blush of contentment spreading on her cheeks as she gazed at satoru in awe.

“how is it, sweetheart?” he chuckled, enjoying her flabbergasted, yet happy expression.

“it’s . . . cold. and sweet,” elsa said in a hushed whisper, a small smile breaking out on her face, “it tastes nice.”

“as it should,” the sorcerer tapped her nose affectionately, before taking a large bite out of his own ice-cream. “i figured the ice queen might like something cold, like ice-cream.”

“that rhymes,” elsa pondered, before a laugh escaped her— while satoru stared, the fond smile never leaving his face. “what is this brown thing?”

“that’s a waffle. it’s like a biscuit,” satoru answered.

“so . . . you eat it too?”

“mhm, go on, try it,” he laughed, watching her take a hesitant, small bite of the waffle, heart swelling in the way her eyes sparkled with relish, widening in awe.

though being the ice queen, she sure knew how to make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, that was for sure.

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Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 9: The Fawn and the Wolf

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“She actually said yes,” Vassa asked suspiciously. “Of her own free will? With no coercion involved?”

“Or blackmail?” Tamlin threw in.

“Was there dueling involved?” Jurian asked, scratching his chin.

“Thanks for the ringing endorsement, guys,” Lucien said drily. “And it’s not even a date. It’s a…tutoring session. She made that very clear.” No matter that in his mind it was definitely a date, but his friends didn’t need to know that.

Vassa threw him another suspicious look from where she lounged on Jurian’s bed. “Right. And that’s why you’ve been messing with your hair for an hour.”

Lucien immediately let his hands drop. “It’s just unruly today,” he mumbled gruffly.

“Not to mention the fact that this ‘tutoring session’ is happening after hours,” Tamlin said with a suggestive wriggle of his eyebrows.

“We’re not supposed to get help from other students for the tournament,” Lucien replied defensively. “This way if we get caught we can just say we were doing rounds.”

“Right. Rounds of the Room of Requirements. With snacks,” Jurian taunted.

“Brainfood,” Lucien replied with a smirk. “It’s important to be energized when trying to produce a patronus.”

Both Jurian and Tamlin let out barks of laughter that sounded more like their animagus than human. Vassa fixed him with another glare and pointed a menacing finger at him. “If I hear you were anything less than a perfect gentleman, I swear to god…”

“Yes, yes, you’ll cut off my dick, got it. Thanks, mom!”

His friends’ snickers echoed behind him as he hurried down the stairs and through the portrait hole. It was late, the hallways almost deserted save for a few lonely ghosts floating in and out of the stone walls.

When Lucien reached the seventh floor he came to a stop in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching ballet to trolls. The trolls in tutus paused in their uncoordinated spinning to growl at him, brandishing their clubs menacingly.

Lucien took a deep breath to try and calm his racing nerves that had nothing to do with the growling trolls. He cared about astrology even less than he did about divination, but in that moment he sent up a silent thanks to whatever lucky stars had been on his side to make Elain say yes. He’d asked her out so many times he had almost lost hope that she’d say yes.

Not a date, he reminded himself. Just a study session.

He started pacing back and forth in front of the blank expanse of wall facing the tapestry, focusing on the exact room he needed. Elain had suggested they meet in an empty classroom, but Lucien hadn’t been able to resist showing off a little. He and Tamlin had discovered the Room of Requirements during their second year while running away from Filch, and since then it had come in handy countless times.

That he has hooked up with multiple girls in this room was not something Elain needed to know. Besides, it wasn’t like it would be the same room, just the same location.

After his third pass across the wall a door materialized out of thin air, and Lucien entered the room eagerly. The room had materialized as a large, high ceilinged space, made cozy by a roaring fire in a corner and shaggy rugs covering the stone floor. Candles hung in midair, their flickering light giving the space an almost (dare he think it?) romantic vibe. If someone had asked him to describe a room for a date-not-date with enough space to practice the patronus charm, this would have been it.

Lucien set his armful of baked goods on a side table next to the fireplace. The kitchen elves had been beside themselves with excitement when he had asked them to prepare him snacks, blushing and bowing at his effusive thanks. They could not have been more different than the elves who worked for his parents, all of them glum, ancient things who muttered under their breath whenever he so much as dared to ask them for something.

There was a polite knock on the door, and Lucien wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. Shit, what was wrong with him?

The door cracked open and Elain poked her head inside, her eyes going wide when she took in the space.

“Hey,” Lucien greeted her, forcing himself to relax. His stomach was doing somersaults just at the sight of her. He was so nervous that he wouldn’t have been surprised if she could hear his heart pound in his chest. “You found the room ok?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to kick himself. Obviously she’d found it ok, she was here, wasn’t she?

“What is this room?” Elain asked, looking around curiously. “I’ve walked by this tapestry before, I never noticed a door…”

Lucien grinned. “It’s called the Room of Requirements. It appears differently every time, depending on what you need it to be. Not many people know about it.”

Elain raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I don’t remember reading about it in Hogwarts: A History.”

“It’s not in the history books. Wouldn’t be much of a secret if it was.”

“How did you find it?” she asked suspiciously.

“Tam and I found it one day when we ahh…needed a place to take cover.”

Elain looked from the flickering candles above them to the roaring fireplace before noticing the little table piled with baked goods. She fixed Lucien with a pointed look and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, schooling his features into the portrait of innocence. “I’m just making sure you don’t go hungry. It takes a lot of strength to conjure a full patronus…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Elain rolled her eyes at him and ducked her head, but not before Lucien spotted a little smile quirking her lips.

“So um…should we get started?”

“Sure!” Elain said quickly. Was it his imagination, or did she sound slightly breathless?

They looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. “Right!” Lucien declared, trying to sound more confident than he felt. In truth he had been so elated at the prospect of an almost-date with Elain that he hadn’t fully planned out the tutoring part. In retrospect perhaps he should have asked Vassa about that.

He cleared his throat and came to stand beside her, facing the open, cavernous space. “Show me what you got, then!”

“Right…” Elain took out her wand and took a deep breath. She had ditched her school robes in favour of leggings and an oversized cream sweater, her face devoid of makeup as always. He couldn’t help but notice that her glasses were once again missing.

“How come you stopped wearing your glasses?” he blurted.

Elain paused with her wand halfway raised. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate if you keep running your mouth.” She was frowning at him but the blush staining her cheeks pink betrayed her.

“Sorry, sorry!” Lucien raised his palms apologetically but couldn’t stop himself from smirking slightly.

Elain took another deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was nervous. He didn’t even need his heightened wolf senses to see it. Something about that put him at ease.

“Relax,” he said gently. “I promise there won’t be a pop quiz later.”

She loosed a laugh, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. “Right. Here goes nothing. Just…don’t make fun of me, ok?”

Lucien clapped a hand to his heart in mock horror. “It wounds me that you would even consider…”

“Ok, ok. EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

A plume of silvery smoke shot out from the tip of her wand. It swirled around the room in a wide arc before drifting off towards the ceiling and dissolving into thin air.

“See? Pathetic…”

“Hardly,” Lucien said fiercely. “That’s more than some fully qualified witches and wizards are able to do.”

“Show me yours, then.”

Lucien snickered and opened his mouth to retort when Vassa’s stern voice echoed in his mind. Right. He was meant to behave.

“You got it.”

He took out his own wand and pictured his friends in his mind. Three grinning faces, shifting in unison into a wolf, a mountain lion, and an eagle. The mountain lion running for his life as the eagle swooped at him, her beak snapping menacingly. Ten-year old Tamlin bravely cracking jokes about pirates in his hospital room at St Mungo’s. A large hound, swift as a shadow, shifting into his smirking brother.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

His voice echoed around the room as his patronus shot out from his wand. The fawn raced around the perimeter of the space, leaving a trail of blinding light behind it. When it had decided no threat was present it trotted back to Lucien, head held high.

“A fawn,” Elain said with a smile. “How sweet.”

The fawn dipped its head towards her as if in a bow, and then dispersed into mist.

“That’s…really impressive,” she added, almost reluctantly.

“Try again,” Lucien urged. “It’s like you said the other day. If I can do it there's no reason you can’t also.” Perhaps it was the subtle reminder about the tournament, but something in her gaze went steely.

Twenty minutes and as many attempts later, however, the most Elain had conjured up was a larger mass of white light.

“I think I saw a leg on that one,” Lucien said encouragingly.

Elain shot him a look before dropping onto one of the floor pillows with a huff. “I give up,” she declared. “I can’t do it.”

“Maybe you’re not thinking of something powerful enough.”

Elain’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“I mean, clearly you’re capable of conjuring a patronus,” Lucien continued. “Even a non-corporeal patronus is extremely advanced magic. Maybe you just need to…mean it more.”

“Maybe it would help if there were dementors swarming the castle,” Elain replied with a forced laugh. She was trying to seem unbothered but Lucien could see the defeat in her eyes.

He didn’t know why he cared so much, only that he hated to see her so unsure of herself.

“What do you think about?” he prompted, dropping onto a cushion next to her. “When you’re trying to cast the spell?”

Elain fiddled with the cuffs of her sweater, not meeting his gaze. “That’s very personal, you know.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to help…”

Elain bit her lip before loosening a breath. “My family,” she said in a small voice. “How things were, before my mother died, and…everything else happened.”

Something tightened around Lucien’s heart like a vice at the pain now filling her eyes.

“We had the most beautiful gardens at our house in Little Whinging,” she continued. “I used to spend all day outside, from sunrise to sundown. My parents used to think it was the landscapers, but…”

“But it was all you.”

Lucien desperately wanted to reach for her hand but somehow restrained himself. A heavy silence fell around them, interrupted only by the crackling fire in the hearth.

“Is it possible that maybe that doesn’t just bring you joy, but pain, too?” Lucien asked quietly. “You have to think of something that’s pure joy and hope, something that’s not tinged by melancholy or regret.”

“What do you think about, then?” Elain asked, a touch defensively.

My friends, and the fact that they became illegal animagi for me. And my brother, who stands by me and faces the consequences from our father because of it.

“Flying,” he lied smoothly. “I think about how it feels to fly, with the wind rushing by and the city stretching out underneath me. I think about how freeing that is, and how nothing is wrong in those moment.” It wasn’t entirely a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Elain fell quiet, her gaze unfocused as she seemed to drift off into her own memories.

“You really shouldn’t feel bad,” Lucien said somewhat awkwardly, at a loss for what else to say. “A full corporeal patronus is even past N.E.W.T level. I only know because Eris taught me.”

Lucien could remember vividly the day he’d seen a dementor for the first time. He’d gone into the Ministry with his mum during the summer after his third year at Hogwarts. As soon as they had stepped out of the emerald green flames of the Floo Network and into the vast lobby, he had felt it. That cold- unnatural and eerie, like the world had gone dark and nothing would ever be right again. The usually bustling lobby had been deathly quiet, and a chill had gone down Lucien’s spine. And then they had floated past, accompanied by an uncomfortable-looking ministry worker. Tall, hooded, and lifeless, leaving a trail of despair behind them as if it were a physical thing.

One of the dementors had turned to Lucien and he could have sworn that it drifted a little towards him before getting herded back in line by the ministry worker. As if it had scented what Lucien was even from across the lobby.

“Let me try again,” Elain said suddenly, jumping to her feet. She rolled her sleeves up and planted her feet as if she was facing an opponent and not an empty room.

“That’s my girl!”

Elain turned to glare at him. “That’s…just an expression…” Lucien added with a grin.

But what he wouldn’t do for it to be true, especially when she glared at him like that.

She held his gaze for a beat longer, and something about the way she was looking at him made his heart speed up. A little smile bloomed on her lips, and then she whirled around and threw her arm out.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

A mass of silvery light erupted from her wand, at first nothing more than a cloud of blinding white, and then- legs, a snout, a strong, powerful back. The creature ran around the room, as Lucien’s fawn had, trailing blinding light in its wake.

“You did it!”

Elain broke out into incredulous laughter, her big brown eyes reflecting the white light of her patronus. “A wolf! That’s not what I expected!”

Lucien looked at the animal again, and his stomach lurched. A wolf yes, but- taller, leaner, with longer limbs than the average wolf. Not a wolf, exactly, but more like a…

“It almost looks like the Grim!” Elain exclaimed in sudden horror.

Lucien forced himself to laugh, even though his heart was now beating a staccato rhythm in his chest. “Now you sound like Professor Suriel. Although that would be a pretty badass patronus.”

The patronus slinked up to Elain on silent feet and raised its snout in a silent howl. “I like him!” she declared. “Whatever he is.”

What he was was definitely, without a doubt, a werewolf, but Lucien would not be the one to tell her that. He wouldn’t even let himself consider the significance of Elain’s patronus manifesting itself as a werewolf, of all things…

“You should call him Moony.” As soon as the joke slipped past his lips Lucien cringed.

Elain whirled towards him, her sweet-scented curls almost whipping him in the face. “You think my patronus is a werewolf?”

Shit. Shit, shit shit.

“No! I just meant, um, you know. Wolves howl at the moon, and all that…” It sounded lame to his own ears.

They both turned back to the creature that still hovered around Elain, its sharp eyes scanning the high ceiling. “Definitely just a big wolf. Who knew that would be the animal you would have the most affinity with. I would have thought it’d be a kitten.”

Elain rolled her eyes at him. “I wouldn’t have thought yours would be a baby deer,” she taunted back. Her patronus drifted off into mist, and Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ahh, well. I told you if you’d agree to go out with me you’d find out if I was a good guy or not. Now you know I’m as innocent as a baby deer.”

“I somehow still doubt that.” She rolled her eyes again, even as a faint blush crept up her cheeks.

“What did you think about?” he blurted. He needed to know what had prompted her patronus to manifest itself in that form.

Her blush deepened as she looked up at him. She bit her lip, hesitating, and Lucien had to restrain himself from grabbing her face and kissing her right then and there.

“I was thinking about when you took me flying on your bike,” she admitted. Her blush had intensified to a delicious rosy tint that rose all the way to her hairline.

“Is that so?” he asked a little hoarsely. He took a small step towards her, half expecting her to step away from him, but she only tilted her head back to hold his gaze.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly. If he pressed a hand to her heart would he feel it beating as rapidly as his own?

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Maybe.”

Lucien reached for a strand of her golden brown curls, letting it run through his fingers like silk.

“Can I tell you something?”

His hand drifted to the back of her neck, fingers tangling into her thick curls. She nodded, chest heaving from her quickening breaths.

He leaned down until their faces were inches apart. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

Elain’s breath hitched, but still she didn’t step back. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and Lucien nearly whined at the sight.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I’ve been desperate to kiss you since the moment we met.”

Another sharp inhale. Lucien was used to saying things like this to girls, but for once he actually meant every word.

“Can I ask you something?” Elain asked, slightly breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Why me?”

Lucien blinked in surprise, lifting his head slightly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, but filled with enough uncertainty that Lucien hated himself for every shitty thing he’d ever done to earn his reputation.

“You could have any girl,” she continued. “Why me? Is it because I keep saying I’m not interested?”

“Is that what you think? That this is some kind of game for me?”

But why wouldn’t that be what she thought?

“I don’t know,” she murmured, lowering her gaze.

“Look at me.”

When she kept her eyes aimed at the ground he pressed a finger to her chin to tilt her face up. “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one here.”

Her eyes glittered as a little smile bloomed on her lips. “I am the smart one here.”

“Then tell me something. If I kiss you right now are you going to slap me?”

Elain loosed a laugh, her breath tickling his lips. “I thought you liked it when I slap you.”

“Maybe I do…” he murmured.

He leaned down further, one hand still cradling the back of her neck, the other lifting to cup her cheek. Elain’s eyes fluttered closed and any lingering doubt instantly dissolved.

Thank god, or thank you Mars, or Venus, or whatever combination of planets and stars was currently in orbit…

Lucien pressed his lips to hers in the softest of kisses- more of a brush of lips than an actual kiss. Elain sighed against his lips, her hands snaking up to rest against his chest, and he had to resist the urge to pull her back down to the floor cushion and kiss her senseless. That was fine for some girl whose name he could barely remember, but not for Elain.

He pulled back for a split second, gauging her reaction, and when he kissed her again it was still gentle, but firm and deliberate. Her lips tasted the way she smelled- sweet and fresh, like candy dissolving on his tongue.

He was just deciding that this is how he wanted to die when Elain gasped and stumbled back, pushing against his chest. Her eyes were wide with alarm, her cheeks still flushed a rosy pink. She lifted her fingertips to her lips, frowning at him.

“Sorry,” Lucien blurted automatically. “I’m sorry, I…” Had he read the moment wrong? He was sure he hadn’t, but…

Elain shook her head, her breathing slightly ragged. “No, it’s not you, it’s…” She dropped her fingers from her lips and frowned, her vision going slightly unfocused as she continued to look at him with a mix of wariness and alarm.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Clearly you did, you absolute git…

“No!” she again, though the way she kept looking at him indicated otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I thought…”

“It’s not you, I just…” Elain gulped, now looking anywhere but at him. “I think all the patronus charms gave me a migraine…” She winced as she said it, as if it sounded false to her own ears.

“Oh,” he murmured lamely. “Are you sure?”

Elain nodded fervently and walked over to the little table by the fireplace where a pitcher of water had suddenly appeared. She poured herself a glass with shaky hands and drained it.

Maybe she simply was feeling unwell, he told himself desperately. She did look a little pale.

Or maybe she changed her mind because you’re an ass.

“It’s late,” she said without looking at him. “We should probably go to bed…”

“Right,” Lucien replied, swallowing his disappointment. “You should go to Madam Madja tomorrow if you still have a migraine. She brews a pretty potent pain tonic.”

Elain’s eyes snapped back towards him sharply, her gaze filled with a wild mix of emotion he couldn’t read. “Sure,” she said slowly. “I will…”

They walked out of the Room of Requirements in taunt silence, pausing at the stairs where Elain would walk down to the Hufflepuff common room and Lucien could go up to Gryffindor tower.

“Um..”

“Look…”

They both laughed nervously. “Thank you for helping me,” Elain cut in before he could say anything. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was no trouble, really.”

“And, um…” She shuffled on her feet awkwardly. “I’m really sorry about…about reacting like that, it’s just, these migraines come on really suddenly sometimes.” “Sure, no, of course. You don’t need to apologize.”

She looked at him pleadingly, and was it his imagination, or was that what looked like regret in her eyes? Most likely it was his imagination, but, then again- she could have brushed him off, couldn’t she? Why bother to come up with an excuse at all?

“Goodnight, Lucien.”

“Sweet dreams, Archie.”

Elain smiled at that before disappearing down the stairs on silent feet, leaving him to ponder how it had all gone from so right to so wrong.

—

Elain did not, in fact, have sweet dreams. When she returned to her dormitory she was immediately accosted by her friends, and it was only after feigning a migraine and promising to give them the scoop in the morning that she was allowed to draw the curtains around her four-poster bed.

She didn’t even bother to change into pajamas before flopping to the bed on her back and staring at the canopy above. There was no way she would sleep tonight. Not after what had happened, and certainly not after what she had seen.

Guilt roiled in her stomach as she remembered the look on Lucien’s face as she pushed him away. He’d looked so wrecked with guilt and confusion that she suddenly felt tears burn behind her eyes.

He’d been so sweet, so gentle- no trace of the cocky, arrogant clown who got himself into trouble every other week. Just Lucien, and his warm hands on her face, and his lips pressed to hers in a kiss that had at once been chaste but had also managed to light her on fire.

Could she have imagined it? Was it simply her mind playing tricks on her after the energy spent working on her patronus, and the dizzying, giddy feeling of kissing Lucien? She’d never had a proper vision while she was awake before, after all. It had only ever come to her while she was sleeping.

She shut her eyes, telling herself she was just tired and that maybe she did have a migraine, after all. Migraines sometimes gave people hallucinations, didn’t they?

But sleep wouldn’t come, and neither did dreams.

All she could see was the giant, muscular beast, silhouetted against the full moon.

The whomping willow thrashed behind it, as if inviting it for a fight, but the animal’s eyes were firmly locked on her, its jaws open in a snarl. The moonlight illuminated its nightmarish face, reflecting off its eyes with a curiously golden glow.

Four legs, a long snout, powerful muscles poised to attack. Something that looked eerily like her patronus. A wolf, but not quite.

Not the Grim, either, but something she had only ever seen in textbooks.

[ivory-lamps]

[SSR] Yodaka - Batida de Cacao (Part 1 /2)

SSR Card: The Space During Slumber Proofreader: Shay

*Doorbell jingles*

Momiji / Kaede: (Wow, this place always gives off mature vibes…)

Chou un: Yodaka-dono. The helper has arrived.

Yodaka: Hm… Oh, welcome, Manager. Thanks for coming.

Momiji / Kaede: I–I’ll do my best in place of Yun Yun-san today!

Yodaka: Hehe. You look like you’re overwhelmed but are you alright?

Relax, just relax… Come on, take a deep breath… and then breathe out… Yeah, that’s it.

Momiji / Kaede: (Hm? He’s just breathing but he looks seductive doing that…)

Yodaka: Chou un, could you please put on some calming music?

Chou un: …As you wish.

*The bar’s music changes*

Yodaka: I hope this will help you relax a bit.

Momiji / Kaede: Thank you so much…!

Yodaka: There is still some time until we open, so I’ll give you a quick run-down of what we do here.

*Some time later*

Momiji / Kaede: (I had a feeling… I’d have to use a cocktail shaker. Can I do this?)

Yodaka: You’ll be in charge of making cocktails that only require stirring today.

Momiji / Kaede: Stirring?

Yodaka: You just have to put all the ingredients in the glass and mix it. Most people think of cocktails as drinks that are only made in a cocktail shaker, but not all of them are made that way.

…Watch.

Momiji / Kaede: (Vodka and lemon juice… then a blue curacao.)

Yodaka: Normally, it’s finished once you mix it with ice in the cocktail shaker but…

This will be a special version since you’re here today.

Pour the blue curacao and vodka into a glass with ice in it.

After that, place the bar spoon diagonally in the glass and pour lemon juice onto the spoon…

Momiji / Kaede: Wow, it creates a layer…!

Yodaka: That’s right. Alcohol and juice are different densities so you can enjoy 2 different layers.

We’ll serve the drink and create an enjoyable experience for the customer. Next, mix the drink quickly up and down with the bar spoon, and it’s complete.

Momiji / Kaede: Wow… I didn’t know you could make such pretty cocktails without using the shaker!

Yodaka: This sort of cocktail will be the main drink you’ll serve today.

Right. Did you know there is a “language of cocktails”?

Momiji / Kaede: Language of cocktails?

Yodaka: It’s similar to the language of flowers. Each and every cocktail has a different meaning.

Momiji / Kaede: That sounds lovely…! Then does this blue lagoon also mean something?

Yodaka: “A sincere love, a fluttering heart.”

I think it’s a perfect drink for the current you.

Momiji / Kaede: !

Yodaka: If you introduce the language of cocktails to the customers like this, they’ll be delighted. 

Momiji / Kaede: I–I see…!

Yodaka: Alright, that’s all for the explanation but…

How are you feeling? Still nervous?

Momiji / Kaede: N–Not at all…!

Yodaka: Really? Your expression is exuding uneasiness.

Momiji / Kaede: (Ugh, really?)

Yodaka: You want to work hard, don’t you? Thank you.

Call me right away if you find yourself in trouble. I don’t mind if it’s something trivial. I promise I’ll be by your side to help you.

Momiji / Kaede: Alright…

(Everything Yodaka-san says sounds seductive…)

Chou un: A customer has arrived.

*Doorbell jingles*

Yodaka: Perfect timing. Play some music that would be fitting for a Friday night.

Chou un: …As you wish. I shall play the playlist titled “A Night of Fluttering Hearts”.

*The bar’s music changes*

Yodaka: …Welcome. What sort of evening do you desire tonight?

Smug male regular: A memorable night, I suppose.

Female customer here for the first time: My, how wonderful.

Momiji / Kaede: (Woah, he sounds like he knows how to enjoy bars…!)

Yodaka: Alright, there’s your commemorable first order. Good luck.

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[velvetporcelain]

no. you don't understand the definition of aphrodisiac.

No I don’t give a fuck.

Don’t show me the good in life. Please it will scar me. It will taint my psyche. I am but a sheep, coward, maiden. Those things still exist.

What do I do with the things that still exist inside my head? How do I kill memories? Are memories a curse or a blessing? Neither or nature?

I think memories live in the heart. or they are the spark, and what type of fire is up to us. we either rise from the ashes, or we burn the entire fucking house down. we make a stake and the memories become burned into our head.

do you remember the day you rose above? do you remember the first day you said I don't give a fuck?

why does he always think I need help? LOL I dont understand, do it my way or don't help. I cant help that. he told me today. " solve your own fucking problems" hahahaha. I didn't take it personal. you're right, get the fuck out.

i like to act like my life is hard. but it's not. it's life. it's soft.

however---

I'm kinda pissed off actually. in the back ion my mind, I am angry. I can feel it. and little bits of it are coming out, because I have been holding it in. I know exactly what it is. and because I know exactly what it is-- fuck--- again? what will it take to break the curse? what will it take to break that power you have over me? what will it take too cut the cord. do you want the cord cut? do you even fucking love me. you piece of shit. I swear to god, you fucking broke me, you took me apart, analyzing me with all the right words, already knowing my response and you loved seeing you work yourself through my body. you fucking coward. Id really like to put my fucking knee in your dick. I want to slap you so hard that my nails leave marks across your face, for days, and every time you look in the mirror you will forever be reminded of me because of it. I want to fucking haunt you. I want you to never sleep. I want you to keep dreaming of me while you are wide awake. I want you to suffer from my memory. I want it to teach you about yourself. I want it to make you think fucking deep, deeper than you thought even fucking possible, it makes you feel insane it's so fucking deep. abyss. abyss. abyss. I want you in the fetal positions just floating in nothingness with all the ugly and odd fish. every time someone says "make a wish" you think of me. I ground myself with the fact that you also will never be able to get rid of my memory, we will never be able to cut this cord universally. you will always compare every other woman to me. I will become a "model woman" inside you head, one that will never be met.

right now? all you need is to still on the phone, in silence with me. you just want to hear my voice and listen to how I breathe. you want me to stimulate your mind like a good loyal puppy dog, you want rewards and you want to be--- pet. You want the thrill of being on your knees in front of a real woman. adrenaline junkie. need small doses daily. need to express yourself with sex. Sex being art, art being creative, less consumption of life, more creation of life. two to tango type vibes.

what an incredibly raw entry.

rare. bleeding. raw.

things are not hard for me, things are soft. I do things that do not require me to always have guard up 24/7. I always in my natural state of softcore woman. I dont like being hardcore, but it doesn't mean I won't do it, I just said I didnt like it. It still happens to me. Where I am soft for too long and then all of the sudden I become hardcore. I can feel the shift, the duality. but now? I feel like they are working together. I stopped trying to figure out what was impulsive, I will never really know. we could label any past choice impulsive. I think being impulsive and spontaneous is the same thing. everything we do is almost always will feel impulsive because we are most definitely living in a world of routine and ritual. and ritual to America is a nice house in the suburbs, marriage, kids and wife- good schools and white crime. so what the fuck are we really doing by diagnosing "impulsive behavior" as a defect? wasn't this country built on impulse? or maybe I doing understand the depth of "mental illness" it sure seems very easy to say that anyone, or everyone is "sick" or "mental ill" because at the end of the day-- what does "ill" look like to you, you have watched enough tru crime documentaries to fucking know, I know how much Americans like serial killers. so fucking tell me-

maybe I am not exposed to enough reality, I'm only exposed to my conspiracies, which is code for imagination. I am only limited to what information is given- right? mental illness to me looks very much like a mental hospital. I immediately think of a mental hospital when I think mentally ill. because the is the way it has been shaped. rare. special. critical. but the fact that it can look like the happiest person in the world is terrifying. are we coming to that realization. is mental health normal yet? are we acting accordingly to our genuine concern.

I hate it when people sarcastically say that I am "enlightened" it's like----- what the fuck does that even mean? does that mean you recognize me as a source of power now? okay, yes, I like this rabbit hole. haha. I mean seriously, is it spiritual jealousy? we are all born free into a world of chains and things. and they all say we aren't free again until we die. so what does that tell you? that earth is either hell or purgatory. wait how the fuck did we get here? --------

am I saying too much? am I just a very good fantasy writer? or am I just shit, am I just another brain on the spectrum of all things? meh. why care? in one hundred years, no one will know me. there will no minds left on earth with my memory. so I'm going to make the best of being alive, I'm going to be me spontaneously, and hope to god that I do not live to see world war three. which makes me think- where was god? where the fuck was god? the devil is not afraid to show his face, he is not afraid to show god how proud he is to own this place, and the only thing past the blue sky is space, ive only witnessed what humans can do, I don't think I have ever witnessed what god could do. I believe humans are the gods. humans are the creator of the devil. humans are creators of god. humans are creator of the Holy Spirit. I believe we do not recognize this power just as we refuse to recognize a compliment. we just cant believe in ourselves enough, and this will be our downfall.

not me, I'm starting to believe. in me. producing my reality easily. attracting. I guess what I needed was to come on here and slang some bullshit out of my head. make room. clear the clutter. feel vulnerable until I don't anymore?

I remain what I am, a muse. for all life.

-x

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Oliver Anthony!

Wood Guthrie or right-wing agitprop?

Stephen Jay Morris

8/16/2023

©Scientific Morality

Oh, here we go again! Last month it was Jason Aldean, whose music had that vibe sound all the kids are into today. Plus, his lyrics did not rhyme. It was modern day prose. Get a rhyming dictionary, ding-dong doofuses!  His lyrics sound like the Heritage Foundation folks wrote it. “Try It in a Small Town” is yesterday’s news; gone with the wind! It took three guys to write the damn song!

All in all, this wasn’t a Motown song that became a major hit by mass appeal. It was a well-crafted, agitprop that infers vigilante justice by angry, middle class, white people against Antifa and Black Lives Matter. Neither does it evoke Bob Dylan lyrics that require in depth analysis of its symbolism. No! These pernicious lyrics have been crafted, and are intended for passive/aggressive WASPs and their esoteric language. They can read each other’s minds—or so, they claim.

Well, now comes this month’s mole. It is a perfect casting choice done in Hollywood style. With his short, red hair and lush beard, the dude looks like Vincent Van Gogh! He lives in a place called Farmville. Perfect! He has ninety acres of land and three big dogs. Is he married with kids? I do not know. If he is, he’d be a perfect candidate for the “every day, ordinary person.” This latest model exudes rugged individualism. Is he an A.I. creation? Seems like it.

A man with just a voice and a guitar can be a powerful thing. Oliver’s voice is archetypal Country and Western, though it is loud and clear. His guitar playing is adequate, like that of a Mel Bay student in their first year of guitar lessons. Given his lyrics, however, all possibilities for a promising career become a car crash. The conservatives will never learn that the Anti-Authoritarian Left are the trues artists.

Now on the chance that he wrote the words himself, it is evident that they come from his emotions. That is fair! Music comes from the brain and lyrics come from the heart. However, facts do not care about your feelings. In political statements, you cannot state a Left- wing view and then a Right- wing view. He did say he is a centrist. A centrist is like a big ass: You got your left cheek and your right cheek, and in the middle is the butt hole! Let us examine some of his lyrics. Shall we?

Here is where his lyrics crash into a wall:

Quote: I wish politicians would look out for miners, and not just minors on an island somewhere. End Quote. Good play on words. However, “politicians”? You do know that Republicans hate unions, don’t you? Perhaps you don’t believe in collective bargaining. How about the fact that they couldn’t care less about pedophilia, rampant among the religious Right. Perhaps you don’t believe in the truth. In either case, it is sad.

Quote: Lord, we got folks in the street. Aint got nothing to eat, and the obese milkin’ welfare. Well, God, if you’re 5 foot 3 and 300 pounds, taxes ought not to pay for your bags of Fudge Rounds. End Quote. First, as far as government assistance goes, President Bill Clinton did away with Welfare in the 90’s. Food stamps are still offered, but the benefit is very meager. You’d be lucky to buy milk and bread. Second, “obese,”—you resort to fat shaming? Being fat doesn’t equal wealth!  When you are poor, the only food you can afford is the junk from mini-marts, McDonald’s,or Taco Bell. Most junk food is full of empty calories and leads to heart problems and diabetes.  You imply that obese, African Americans are on welfare. Whoa! Whoa there, Hoss! America is home to the majority of obese people in the world! As for the motto, “Everything is big in Texas,” well, most of the state is populated by fat white women. It is a chubby chasers’ paradise over yonder! You said that you previously used booze and pot to suppress your depression. Alcohol is highly caloric. Unless you routinely chop wood, that explains why you’re not fit. Some drink beer to feel better and some eat to quell their melancholy.

So, let’s wrap this up! Oliver Anthony is either confused about political issues or just stupid. Sadly, working class people are victims of the rhetoric of pastors, Republicans, and Fox News. It all makes them willfully ignorant.

If you think your lyrics are just fine, then you are willfully stupid. I guess you won’t be singing to striking workers anytime soon. You want to learn something, read my articles! Remember when laid-off, Kentucky coalminers blocked southern railroad tracks in a 2019 protest? They called on the president for support and what did he do? Nothing.

Breaks your heart, don’t it?

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[mercy-burning]

Win Me Back

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: When Reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to town, he finds a way to make amends— with a little help from her niece.

Category: FLUFF

Warnings: None other than a few swears :)

Word Count: 3k (I barely made the limit, folks, that was hard lol)

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NOTE: This is my entry for @homoose ‘s 2k Celebration!! And if this fic seems familiar, that may be because it’s a re-telling of the car-wash scene from Ramona and Beezus 🤭😂 It’s one of my favorite movie scenes of all time, it never fails to make me squeal, and I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!

Also! I tried very hard to find the scene for you to watch incase you haven’t seen the movie, but the ones I did manage to find on YouTube cut out THE BEST PARTS, so I’m sorry 😭 But in case you want to know the ~vibes~ I tried to capture and don’t feel like watching the movie, I made THIS post last night with some dialogue/background from the scene if you’d like to read it! Obviously it’s not required since what I’ve written is quite different, but it is encouraged 😊

I hope you like it!! And if somehow you haven’t followed Moose yet, you should! She’s the sweetest ❤❤❤

***

Y/N found an abundance of upsides to taking neighborhood walks with her niece. For one thing, it gave her a distraction, something to focus on as she made sure eight-year-old Piper wouldn't wander too far from the sidewalk. She found solace in quizzing her on the multiplication table as they made their way around the block, an activity in which Piper enthusiastically flaunted her love of numbers.

It was also nice to stay outside and take in the warm sun and soft rustling of the trees, though every once in a while all of it wasn't enough to keep the memory of Spencer at bay.

After all, it was kind of hard when he was back in town, and after all these years he was reaching out to her like he hadn't broken her heart in the first place.

"You seem sad, Auntie," Piper said, grabbing Y/N's hand as the turned the corner.

Y/N swung their arms together gently, smiling down at her with a tilt of her head. "Why d'you think that, hon?"

Piper gave a little shrug, her ponytail blowing softly behind her. "You don't smile as much. And you always smile when you're with me... And you asked me the same times equation 3 times in a row just now. You're distracted."

Y/N couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped her. You sound just like Spencer... Instead, she told her, "Aw, I'm sorry, Kiddo. My mind is just in a... confusing place right now. But I'm very happy that you got to come stay with me this weekend, you always brighten my day." She punctuated her sentence with a little boop on Piper's nose, to which she giggled and asked for another math equation.

The two of them continued around the block a few rounds, though on their fourth and final one, Y/N noticed very familiar car parked just outside her house.

Heart jumping into her throat, she stopped in her tracks, and Piper kept going only to be pulled back slightly. The girl turned to her aunt and furrowed her brow. "Auntie, why did we stop?"

"Um... I just wasn't expecting any company today besides you..."

Y/N certainly wasn't ready to discuss everything that was going on with Spencer to anyone, let alone her eight-year-old niece who wouldn't probably understand or care anyway. So she explained it the best way she could, quickly coming up with a plan to avoid him as long as possible.

"See the car parked over there?" Y/N asked, and Piper nodded. "Well, that's an... old friend of mine... And we haven't talked in a long time because we don't really get along anymore. So when we get up to the house, he might try to talk to us, and I'm going to tell him that we're busy."

"He's not mean, is he?"

Sensing Piper's reservations, Y/N reassured her while letting her own contempt for her ex fuel the conversation. "No, but... He broke my heart. And he—"

"Y/N... Hi..."

She nearly jumped, mostly from surprise, but also at the fact that hearing her name coming from his lips and his voice and just him brought back a flood of feelings she'd rather have forgotten. Still, she turned to him and cleared her throat. "Spencer... Hi."

Piper suddenly let go of Y/N's hand, a small scoff escaping her. "Oh. Spencer..."

The two adults turned to look at her with surprise, though it was Spencer who spoke up. "You... know me?"

"Mhm," Piper returned with a nod, crossing her arms. "I heard Mom and Auntie talk about you yesterday, and she says you have a stupid, beautiful face."

"Piper!" Y/N screeched, heat rising to her face. "I... You can't tell people that, I— That's not... I..."

"Oh... I'm sorry, Auntie," the little girl said quietly.

Y/N was fully prepared to dig a hole and stay buried in it forever, and her embarrassment grew even stronger when Spencer spoke up again. "It's okay," he reassured gently, a small laugh sounding from his throat that regrettably gave Y/N butterflies. "You're auntie's definitely right, I do have a stupid face."

Before Y/N could stop the conversation altogether, Piper cut in quickly, being sure to add, "And beautiful."

Spencer's eyes flicked up to Y/N, drawing her in with amusement and charm, a fact which she hated to her core. Because it was working, and that was annoying as hell. "Yep," he said, never taking his eyes off of her. "And beautiful."

And then the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, flashing her the most amused, stupidly perfect smirk.

Piper started talking again, and for the second time that day, Y/N wished she hadn't even said anything at all, keeping this whole situation to herself.

"But we can't talk to you, because you broke Auntie's heart, and we're busy. C'mon, Auntie. Let's go." Piper grabbed Y/N's hand and led her up the rest of sidewalk until they got to the driveway. And even though it might have been childish to completely ignore Spencer as they walked past, not giving him a second glance, quite frankly she was quick to abort the situation as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for her, Spencer was persistent.

They were almost to the steps up to the door when he called out. "Piper! Can I ask you something?"

The little girl turned around, losing grip of Y/N's hand and greeting his gaze without batting an eye. "Sure."

Damn kids and their willingness to be nice to strangers, Y/N grumbled in her head.

"I know... your auntie is an important person to you, right?" Spencer inquired, walking up the driveway with his hands in his front pockets. Y/N swallowed, most certainly not noticing how the sun perfectly highlighted him in a glow that made him look more beautiful than stupid.

Piper nodded.

"Well... She's important to me, too. And I really hurt her feelings, but I want to make it up to her. Would you be kind enough to let me try?"

Damn him, Y/N grumbled yet again. Damn him, damn him, damn him to hell... Why was he so charming?

He'd always known that kids were a soft spot for her, and when they'd dated, they talked a lot about having some of their own  one day. Every time they took a walk in the park and they passed a kid, they always gravitated to Spencer, giving him the biggest smiles, and in turn he would give them a high five or perform a little magic trick to make them smile even wider. And Y/N melted into a damn puddle every time.

He knew exactly what he was doing, using Piper as a means to win her back, but even still, she knew that because of his gentle nature, most of it was... well, nature. Deep down, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew that he was a kind person. They may have ended things on bad terms, sure, and Y/N could pretend he was cruel all she wanted— The truth was that no matter how their relationship ended, he was a good man at heart.

And that's why it hurt so much.

Y/N thought for sure Piper would fall into his web, but she was pleasantly surprised when the girl responded with, "I don't know... I don't know if I trust you yet."

You and me both, Kiddo, Y/N thought to herself.

Spencer laughed again. "That's fair. Look, you can say no, but... How about I give you something in return?"

"Spencer, that's no—"

Piper crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, interrupting Y/N before she could finish protesting. "How much we talking?"

"Piper!"

"Well, I was going to offer to show you a magic trick, but I suppose I could work you a deal... I only have a hundred bucks on me, would that be enough?"

Sure enough, Spencer pulled a one-hundred dollar bill from his pocket, and the young girl's eyes went wide. Y/N's did, too, but more likely than not it wasn't a means of excitement.

"You have yourself a deal!" Piper squealed with a jump. She ran over to take the money, meanwhile Spencer looked up at Y/N with a smile.

She didn't return it.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" he asked softly. Kindly.

"Well, I'm babysitting Piper today, so you'll have to come back another time," she returned a little coldly, hoping that she and Piper had just scored a free Benjamin to pig out on ice cream while Spencer was left waiting forever for a conversation that was never going to happen.

Funny how eight-year-olds always had a way of making things more difficult for you.

"Auntie, Spencer and I made a deal. He gave me money, and now he has to make it up to you. Remember?"

Y/N groaned. "Yeah, yeah, I remember..."

"Well, how about I... take you guys out for lunch? My treat? If it's alright, we can go to McDonald's..."

"The one with the play place?" Piper gasped, immediately turning to Y/N. "Oh, Auntie, please can we go? Please, please, please?"

She looked up at Spencer, shaking her head in exasperation as he smiled at her, those sparkling honey eyes reeling her in whether she wanted them to or not. Then she turned to Piper and sighed.

"How fast do you think you can eat?"

***

Y/N was surprised Spencer didn't try to talk to her more on the drive over. Though, Piper did most of the talking, telling Spencer about how much she loved numbers and math, and he even quizzed her on some multiplication equations on the way.

If she wasn't so annoyed with him, Y/N would have melted completely.

It was the getting into the restaurant that worried her the most, though. She knew that once Piper ran off to play while they waited for their food, he would spend whatever short amount of time he had trying to win her back. And she was afraid of two things, mostly that she would end up crying in the restaurant, making a scene and wishing she'd never agreed to go, no matter how heart-broken Piper might have been. But there was also a small part of her, nestled deep into her heart, that was afraid she'd fall for him all over again.

He certainly made falling easy.

When the three of them stepped into the restaurant, it was easy to see how excited Piper was to be there. She gently tugged on Y/N's sleeve before looking up at her. "Nuggets, fries, and Sprite?"

"Apples, too, and you've got yourself a deal," Y/N said.

Piper nodded, not really caring but eager to go and play. So she sighed and nodded, leaving her with a, "Be careful!" as she saw the girl quick-walk over to the play area. There was a decent crowd that day, but thankfully no one in the restaurant seemed to have any grievances or knacks for trouble.

Spencer on the other hand... Y/N scoffed to herself, thinking how he was the most troublesome person in the area.

He proved her point by nudging her with his elbow. "She's a fun one."

"Yeah, she's somethin' alright," Y/N grumbled. "I can't believe you bribed her just to talk to me... If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were being romantic. But I do know better, and you're just stubborn."

Spencer laughed, but she refused to look at him. "Aw, come on, give me some credit. You know I can be a little of both."

This time Y/N did look at him, squinting in a glare, like she was contemplating. "Eh... five to ninety-five. Leaning in favor of stubborn, of course."

"Obviously." The amusement in his voice made her hate his stupid, beautiful face even more than usual.

Thankfully he kept the conversation short after that, at least until they ordered. Since it was Spencer's treat, she milked his wallet for as much as she could afford to on fast-food. She ordered a large chocolate milkshake and enough food for her and Piper to share for dinner later— and probably lunch the next day, too. The amused chuckle Spencer let out as she was ordering did have her believing maybe she was being a bit childish. But the longer she thought about it, the more she stood by her actions.

He did break her heart after all. The least he could do was compensate through chicken nuggets and French fries.

The only thing she didn't count on, though, was how long it was going to take to make all her food, not to mention getting things done for other people. As she and Spencer made their way to the table, she realized she'd have to talk with him longer.

Spencer took advantage of this, naturally.

"So... How've you been?"

Y/N scoffed. "You show up out of the blue five years after you break up with me, and then have the nerve to ask me how I've been, in a McDonald's? Yeah, I've been great."

He sighed, his eyes flitting down to the table. "I know, I'm... I'm sorry. And I know I should have—"

"Spence, please don't... Look, I know... I know why we broke up, and I came to terms with the fact that your job was just to dangerous for us to be together, but... I mean, you weren't even willing to work it out, you just... ran away. That hurt."

"Y/N... I'm so, so sorry that it happened that way. I think about it almost every day and how much I wish I could have changed it..."

"But you can't change it. And now you... you show up here after all this time to—to what? Win me back? Use your kindness and your charm to reel me back in, like that'll somehow make everything better?"

He looked up at her through his eyelashes, the sight almost breaking her. "Maybe..."

"It's not that I don't appreciate the thought, Spence, because I do... I've dreamt about the day you'd come back and apologize, begging me to take you back... But I can't get hurt again. And you have to understand that."

"I do... Just..." His hands reached out across the table, gently touching hers. The feeling sparked something in her, something nostalgic and warm...

Something that felt a lot like home.

He was going to continue his speech, but a knock on the glass separating them from the playroom on the other side jolted them apart. It was Piper, a stern look on her face. "Don't try anything, Mister... You're still on thin ice."

She turned away then, running back to the slide when Spencer sighed. "I thought we had a deal."

Y/N laughed, nodding at Piper through the glass. "Even a hundred bucks and free food isn't enough to win someone's trust." Spencer looked over at her and waited, visibly swallowing. But Y/N flashed the smallest of smiles before finishing, speaking quietly, yet with all the truth and firmness in the world. "You have to work harder than that."

"Duly noted," Spencer replied, his gaze never straying from hers. "Looks like me and my stupid, beautiful face have some work to do."

Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair as Spencer grinned like a fool... A stupid, beautiful fool. "Oh, alright... You know what... If you weren't paying for my mountains of food and giving me a ride home, that thin ice you're on would have just shattered under the weight of that comment."

"Oh, come on, it was funny."

"No, it really wasn't."

"Yeah, it was."

He stared at her, smiling until her forced frown slowly and reluctantly transformed into a smile of her own.

***

"Thank you for lunch, Spencer! And for the hundred dollars!" Piper skipped past him and up the driveway, stopping to turn and wave with her Happy Meal toy in hand. Y/N was carrying a bag of leftover food and half a milkshake, her stomach already regretting every choice she'd ever made.

"You're welcome, Piper," Spencer said, smiling at the girl. "And thank you for letting me get a chance to set things right with your auntie. You really helped me out today, I appreciate it."

"Sure thing. Just don't break her heart again, or I'll break your stupid, beautiful face. It'll turn into a stupid, ugly face then."

Y/N mentally face-palmed herself, turning to Piper and telling her to go inside and wash up. The girl gave Spencer one final wave and a smile as she did so, leaving the adults alone once again.

"Thank you..." he said quietly, shifting on his feet. "For giving me a chance. I really want to make things right with us... Make up for the way I hurt you, and... try harder. You deserve that much."

Years of heartache and trying to get over him begged Y/N not to believe it, but deep down she knew he was being truthful. He wasn't the type of guy to come around like this—especially with all the work travel he did—just to manipulate her into heartache again, with empty promises and hurtful intent.

She knew he was really willing to try to make things right, and that was a big start.

"Thank you... for saying that... And for making Piper's day. I know you didn't really mean to bribe her, but the fact that you did it anyway is absurd, so... I guess I have to give credit where credit's due."

Spencer laughed, and this time Y/N didn't hate the feeling of the butterflies in her stomach fluttering at the sound. "Well, I'm glad I could at least amuse you today. Does... this mean my romantic to stubborn ratio shifted a little bit?"

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, taking a sip of her milkshake. "Hmm... twenty to eighty."

"Still leaning in favor of stubborn, I suppose..."

The smile they shared in that moment felt more like the ones they used to share back then, officially kickstarting the slow, meticulous mending of their love.

"Obviously."

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A Kiss to Remember

Pairing: Hyunjae x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pinning

Warnings: profanities like a lot, alcohol consumption, jokes of killing

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: After a kiss you spend a month of trying to figure out your own feeling you come to the conclusion that you like Hyunjae. You wonder how to deal with these feelings, especially when he doesn't feel that way about you, at least that's what you think.

a/n: Happy birthday Hyunjae Im a little late y'all don't mind that.

When you have been friends for so long is it better to just stay as such? Should I just bury these budding feelings before, it becomes something I can’t handle? I look at my hand, the one that casually reached out to him and had been reached out to by him many times before. It was only recently that holding him like that made my heart tickle. After today there is no denying my feelings, I like Hyunjae.

“So do I just cut them off or…,” I bite my lip struggling with a decision. How would I even go about stopping these feelings?! “Ugh, why does he suddenly have to be so appealing.” around a month ago after one of our nights out drinking, we somehow ended up making out. Sure we always lightly flirted with each other, but that’s just how we are, nothing was ever taken seriously like there was a line we knew that shouldn’t be crossed.

That night it was crossed, but I’m the only one that has any recollection of it happening. Hyunjae remembers nothing of that night and I’m left to deal with these complicated feelings. I didn’t tell him cause, whatever, it’s not like we have feelings for each other anyways. It’s just something that happened, I don’t have to make a big deal of it. That’s what I thought at first, then I noticed how my eyes started to linger on him.

For this past month, I’ve been trying to gauge these feelings for him, to say I like him after one measly kiss is too much. Now I know for sure, but what do I do now? How he acts towards me now is no different from how he’s always treated me, so it’s not like he looks at me in that way.

“No, this is not what I should be thinking about right now! I have to get ready, gotta go soon.”

Hyunjae’s birthday party is tonight, I can’t make today about me. I’ll just act like normal today, he’ll never know the difference.

***

Walking into the designated lounge room for Hyunjae’s party I was greeted by a few familiar faces and some unfamiliar. I was given a wave and nod by some of my friends before almost being knocked off my feet.

“Y/N! You’re finally here, I’ve been waiting for you!” Hyunjae throws himself into my arms giving me a tight squeeze. I freeze up and then remind myself that I should act naturally.

“And a hello to you too. Drunk already I see birthday boy,” I say tapping his back with one hand trying to not get too close. Jacob comes up offering a smile in greeting and I smile back.

“You need to control yourself,” Jacob says then pulling Hyunjae off me falling into his arms, and I thank him with a nod. Hyunjae struggles in Jacob’s hold wanting to break free, then Jacob whispers something in Hyunjae’s ears and he stops struggling, instead, slumping in his arms letting himself be dragged away back to his seat. Looking back to the rest of the table I see my best friend Sunwoo waving me over the free spot next to him. I take a seat and Sunwoo pulls me in giving me a side hug and I reciprocate, doing the same.

“So you want to tell me what that was all about?” He leans in whispering to me.

“What are you talking about?”

“Seriously? I saw the way you blushed like a schoolgirl that was told they are cute by their crush when Hyunjae hugged you.”

“No way!” In shock, I pull away from Sunwoo rubbing at my forehead. I pretend I don’t see the eyes of everyone else go to me at my outburst, and get closer to Sunwoo, whispering again. “Was I that obvious?”

“So you’re admitting that there was something going on there?” He gives a sly smirk and I realize I’ve been had.

“You’re the worst.”

“Yeah yeah, but why am I only hearing about this today?”

“Because I’ve only acknowledged it myself today.”

“Acknowledged it? Just how long have I been out of the loop and does that mean that the two of you are…?” He trailed off letting me fill in the blank.

“Nothing. This is all just one-sided, he should have no idea.”

“You’re fucking kidding me right?”

“What?” Sunwoo sighs at my words and wraps his arms around my shoulder again.

“I’m your bestie, right? I’m also Hyunjae’s friend, correct?”

“Yes, and?”

“Exactly. Now, look at Hyunjae. If anyone else was in my position with you, he would not be looking at us, like a sad frog, but glaring at the person in my place. You get it?” Hyunjae did have his stupid-looking frog face on display, but no, that probably cause he was reprimanded by Jacob.

“No, Hyunjae doesn’t see me like that.”

“Sure maybe at the start of your friendship he didn’t, but the way I see it is, there is a -2% chance that he doesn’t see you that way.”

“And the way I see it is that I shouldn’t even be thinking about this tonight. I just want to get through tonight without a problem, have some fun. I can figure out everything else later.”

"Okay, whatever. My friends are a bunch of oblivious morons." He mumbles the last part knowing damn well I can still hear him.

"Say that again mother fucker. I'll kill you.” I playfully shove Sunwoo and he pretends to be hurt.

“Yo chill!” The both of us laugh out loud and then there is the slamming of shot glasses by the two of us. I turn to see it was Hyunjae, he looks at me with a pout but doesn’t say anything.

“There is a drinking rule. Every time someone joins the party we gotta take a shot,” Jacob explains in Hyunjae’s place.

“Oh, so that’s why he is already smashed.” There was still a deal more empty seats left… is Hyunjae going to survive tonight? Everyone pours themselves a drink, the ones that got here were first looking a little sick while the rest of us were fine, we all down the drinks. The night continues with good vibes, till the last guest arrives with a plus one. Both are unfamiliar faces to me.

“Sorry I’m late, Hyunjae. Also thanks for letting me bring my sister, she really wanted to meet my friends.” The man and his sister wish Hyunjae a happy birthday and take the only seats left available which just so happened to be next to the birthday man himself. With the arrival of two new guests, everyone takes the mandatory shot. I could feel a little more than a buzz, but overall still fine.

The conversation was flowing as normal as everyone was having a good time. A few more drinks in when everyone was a little drunker, open, and comfortable things got a little more handsy. Whatever that’s what people do when they’re drunk, but I couldn’t notice just how handsy that new girl was getting with Hyunjae.

“Good lord, Y/N. Are you trying to kill her with your eyes?” Snapping out of it, I look to sunwoo how was laughing his ass off.

“I might be,” getting mad at myself for the silly words, I rub roughly at my forehead. “So stupid. I don’t have any right to be mad. He isn’t my boyfriend or anything.” The girl tries to casually grab for Hyunjae’s hand and I quickly look up groaning, “That should be me.”

“Damn, you’re down bad.”

“You’re right!” I pour myself another drink, downing it as fast as I can. “I hope I get so shwasted that I forget everything!”

“I take no responsibility for whatever happens tonight, but hell yeah!” Sunwoo takes another shot. The night continues smoothly and everything is jovial except for every time I see her take an advance toward Hyunjae. The party started to slow down and eventually, everyone came to the decision that they could handle no more, so that party came to an end after a few good hours of drinking. After everyone except Hyunjae split the bill, one by one the people started leaving the lounge.

“Jacob I require your assistance home!” Sunwoo shouts to his friend and neighbor. Jacob nods, ready to leave, getting drunk was never his favorite thing. Sunwoo gets up slinging his arm around Jacob for support, and the two boys say goodbye to their friends. “Get home safe loser and get some dick while you’re at it.”

“Fuck off!” Sunwoo laughs as he walks away with Jacob. Only me, the brother-sister pair, and Hyunjae were left. I sure as hell wasn’t about to leave while they were still here, I want to hang out more. The brother as if hearing my wish says it’s time they head home.

The two get up to leave and the girl looks visibly sad while I do a little dance in my head. I walk up to Hyunjae and he looks at me then stands up like he was waiting for me. When I hear them walk out the door I can feel a smile grow on my face. Finally, no more people.

“Ready to go back home?” I ask him.

“You’re going to walk me back? How romantic.”

“We live one apartment building away from each other, stop being dramatic.”

“But still I’m ha-” my eye dart towards the sound of the lounge room door opening and see the familiar girl closing the door behind her. I cover Hyunjae’s mouth with my hand while I use my other one, taking the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me. Our lips only separated by my hand. Surely it looked like we were kissing right now, Hyunjae’s body should cover up the fact that we aren’t. Just let your mind fill in the blanks girl.

A few seconds after I can hear the sound of the door opening and closing again and a high-pitched, “I’m sorry.” from the girl. I’m sorry too… actually no I’m not. I pull away from Hyunjae and he looks stunned.

“Did we just kiss?”

“No, we didn’t. You kiss my hand.”

“Oh.” My eyes were certainly deceiving me cause it looked like he was a little disappointed by my answer.

“Well, let go.” He hums in response and we walk out of the establishment. Suddenly he wraps his arm around me. This isn’t much of a surprise since he was a clingy drunk. The walk was quiet, which was unusual for Hyunjae, maybe he is tired

“Where is my present?”

“You realize that your present was the party bill, right? Do you know just how much you drank compared to everyone else? That shit wasn’t cheap.”

“Hehe, yeah that’s why I drank so much. You know as a broke college student free drinks taste a lot better than anything you pay for!”

“As a broke college student, you would know after that I wouldn’t be able to afford a normal present, so don’t complain.”

“Who said you had to buy the present? Even something small, as long as it’s from you.”

“Why are you like this?” This is really the man I’ve come to like. “Fine, I will do any one thing for you.” He is quiet for a while.

“Two.”

“One.”

“Two!”

“Okay, fine two!” he is silent again.

“Really anything?”

“Anything within reason. If you have a body hidden in your closet right now, I would go help you bury it.”

“Then… can I be your boyfriend for a day. If not then just for the rest of the day or just an hour...” I’m so dumbfounded by his words that I stop walking.

“Do you even know what you’re saying?” He pulls away from me.

“Is that a no then?”

“I… Hyunjae, do you… like me?” He nods. “As a friend?”

“Yes, but more than that. I want to hold you all the time, kiss, and more.” He brings his hand up to his face trying to hide his embarrassment. It did nothing to hide how red his ears became.

“I like you too.” Hyunjae perked up at my words. Now I was feeling embarrassed.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll accept your request.” He hugs me again as he did back at the party.

“Then my other request, can we go back to my place?”

“Are we going to do the “and more” stuff you were talking about?” He thinks for a moment and then goes red in the face.

“No! It’s too soon and I’m way too shit-faced right now anyway. I just want to hold you.”

“Good answer.”

***

In the apartment I was oh so familiar with, I lay in Hyunjae’s bed with his arms wrapped around me. My heart was pounding at first but I soon calmed, getting used to the new situation. The lights were off and we were ready to sleep. It was peaceful, but I had this one lingering question and worry in my head.

“Hyunjae?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you remember this in the morning?”

“Of course why would I forget?”

“Because you forgot that we kissed already.” Shocked by my words he shot up in his spot.

“We what?!”

“It was like a month ago. It’s whatever since you don’t remember.”

“...I’m sorry… was I good?”

“Shut up.” I pinch his side and he yelps.

“Okay jeez, I’m just joking. But is that when you started to like me?”

“Not exactly, but it did all develop from then. Why?”

“I’ve liked you for a long time and have been trying for almost a year to get you to notice me in that way. I didn’t expect you to say you liked me back, so I wanted to know when it changed. Ah, I’m glad I never gave up.” He laid back down, hugging me close again.

“Alright don’t kill me now,” he loosens his grip on me in response.

“Can I kiss you again? I promise I won’t forget this time.”

“Hmm, I think you’re fresh out of requests.” He pouts, which is just the look I wanted to see from him.

“I’m messing with you, but just a little bit. If you really remember when you wake up them I’ll let you kiss me more, as my real boyfriend.”

“I’m going to remember and then I’m going to kiss you so much you’ll get sick of my affection!”

“Uh-huh, let’s just see if you can keep your word.” We both lean into each other and kiss, soft and passionate.

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vulnerability. – chap. 3.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Chapter info:

Release date: 29th July 2021

Word count: 4 219

Warnings: none

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Chap. 3.

The tension that appeared the moment you received the phone call from Baekhyun did not dissolve with time. In fact, the opposite happened – it grew as the time passed, and as Saturday came closer and closer. Finally, once your Friday to Saturday night shift came to an end and you stumbled into your flat around 4 in the morning, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily. Yet, you forced a whole cup of green tea into yourself in an attempt to soothe your nerves before sleep. Your alarm was set for noon, and you were supposed to meet at 3 PM.

You woke up feeling energized, but you knew this pattern all too well already – the tiredness would come and hit you with its whole power the day after, and you’d spend Sunday sluggish and drained. But that was okay, because Sunday didn’t matter half as much as Saturday did.

You felt a small urge to dress up; even more, actually, you felt a need to pay attention to details rather than looking fine at the first glance. Some common sense hyped up by years of watching other people and reading stories – a thorough shower, shaving, paying attention to not only what you wore outside, but also your undergarments. You lacked things that could be considered “sexy”, but – let’s face it – you didn’t think it mattered much; not after what you’d found out so far. Yet, it would be a shame if your panties had a hole in them. Wearing something neutral, but fresh was your best bet. Every few minutes, you kept reminding yourself – you don’t even know what will happen, you don’t even know if anything will happen at all. There was no reason to think that he’ll want you to undress in the first place, you said it yourself that you’re not ready for sex.

But then, it still helped you gather confidence that you definitely needed at a moment like that. Details allowed one less thing to worry about, and a better ability to focus on others, and so, you made sure the details were worked out well, and that you didn’t overdress, either; a beige shirt and jeans, all wrapped up with sneakers and another knitted cardigan of yours – neutral and polite, maybe a bit school-ish, but these were the things you mostly wore on daily basis, and you felt that going in the other direction – of tight pants, mini-skirts and see-through shirts – would not be appreciated. Your hair was pulled up into a loose bun, nothing like the ones you admired in YT tutorials, but the best you could do on your own. Maybe it was the age difference that made you feel obliged to show respect rather than expose yourself. You trusted your instinct on that, and so far, nothing happened yet to prove it wrong. The weather was starting to get warmer; these days were particularly sunny and dry, so you felt at ease without an extra jacket. It couldn’t get that bad in the evening, and you put faith in your cardigan.

Baekhyun must have thought similarly.

You stood in the bar’s entry, looking up at him for a moment; he leaned back into his usual couch, not aware of your presence just yet. He was wearing a black button-up and jeans as well, something he still looked pretty well put-together in, but not too formal – similar to your own thought process, noticeably.

You inhaled deeply, and took your time to exhale the air – until you felt ready to walk up to him.

“Hi there” he spoke as you approached his couch; as expected, he was there alone today.

“Hi there” you replied with a slight nod and a smile; your voice was quiet, as quiet as it could be without trembling in anticipation.

“You want to drink something before we go?”

You considered it for a second, and then nodded again. Baekhyun moved a bit to the side, encouraging you to join him on the couch, and you took the offer with gratitude.

“Beer? I don’t want to get you drunk, but we may sit here for a bit just to relax.”

“You can tell I need it?”

“Yes. I can tell. Your shoulders are very tense. May I?”

His hand reached to your shoulder and you nodded slightly, a bit unsure what you agreed to just yet.

He suddenly squeezed your muscle, and you whimpered. He kneaded it, and you found the tension dissolving gradually as he went on. Even with only one hand and unfavorable position, he managed to find some of the spots that required touch; that touch was welcome, slight pain coming along with it was desired for the best outcome. You didn’t notice when Baekhyun must have given the bartender some sort of a sign, but the man soon came with a beer and water that he put on the nearby table. That was when Baekhyun’s movement slowly ceased, cautiously letting go of your shoulders. You felt as if you were in a different body, the tension in your body almost gone, just as the one in your mind – the moments of physical interaction were enough to chase some of your worries away.

“You don’t drink?” You reached towards the table – it was closer to you than to him – and took the two glasses, handing him the water and keeping the beer for yourself.

“Not before,” he explained curtly, which you accepted without further questioning.

“So… what are we gonna do?” you asked carefully, sipping the beer through a metal straw, trying to give off a casual vibe despite focusing deeply on what you were about to hear.

“Depends. On how much will you allow me to do.” Baekhyun focused his gaze on something in the crowd; you felt as though it was his habit to avoid a direct gaze in an attempt to sound collected. “I had the idea of showing you some things. Just so you feel it out a little. It’s not final, but it may help the both of us figure out how we feel about it. Like a free trial, you see my point?” You nodded, but didn’t say anything, so after a moment he continued. “I won’t introduce you to everything, and it won’t last as long as usual sessions, either. I’ll talk to you a bit beforehand so we figure out some basic things. It shouldn’t make you uncomfortable. I won’t be trying anything beyond your comfort zone.”

“So, no deals a’la Fifty shades?” you felt silly the moment these words left your mouth. Baekhyun laughed awkwardly.

“No, it won’t be necessary. If you want to draw a comparison to that, I definitely won’t be dumping the whole scheme on you when you don’t even know what it’s like.”

And you won’t fuck me first thing in the plot, you added in your thoughts.

“There are a few things that I may ask you here, so that we have those out of the way,” he spoke; his tone lowered a little. “I need you to tell me if you have any illnesses or old injures that could influence your physical capacity.”

You thought for a bit; the answer was important, but you couldn’t recall much.

“I don’t think there’s anything important.”

“Is there anything unimportant?” His gaze pierced through you as he caught on your wording.

“Uh… I’m taking pills for my thyroid, but it’s nothing very dramatic” you explained. “Nothing else that I know of.”

Baekhyun nodded slowly.

“Fair. Next question, is there anything you’re particularly scared of? Phobias, or things you’re scared of in general, anything overly triggering that you want to avoid at all costs?” You already revealed some of these during your first conversation. But now you felt more at ease, and you thought you could be more detailed without sounding overwhelming.

“I’m… scared of fire. And hate my hair being pulled. I don’t know, why. I can’t explain it. It’s just…”

“It’s alright. You don’t need to explain yourself to me” Baekhyun looked at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “You sound like it would stress you out to share. You don’t need to be afraid of that. You don’t owe me anything, keep that in mind. It’s not supposed to feel like an obligation.”

“I-I know.”

“I’m scared of heights, by the way.” You stared at him in confusion. “Hm? Just thought it’s fair to share if you did.”

“Oh.”

“Chill out.” He nudged your glass with his hand to urge you to drink some more of the beer you managed to forget about by then. It was halfway through – you didn’t want to leave the glass with some of it still inside, although it managed to make you feel just a bit sick already.

His own drink was at around the same level too, and as you finished yours, he drank the remaining water in one go as well.

You weren’t the best at handling alcohol, and even the small amounts made you a bit weak in the knees. But you felt sober enough as the two of you finally got up; Baekhyun paid for your drinks and you left the bar.

The weather was nice, as expected. Going out into the sunlight again startled you, somehow; you felt as though a lot of time had already passed. But no, it was still the same afternoon.

It was true that Baekhyun lived nearby. His apartment was in a different direction than your place, though, and you estimated it would take around twenty minutes to get from one place to the other. You knew this area, although not too well – there were only some tenement houses, but no stores or academic buildings that could gain your attention or regular presence. It was on the more expensive side, although not a place a well off office worker wouldn’t afford; just maybe not suitable for a student. The tenement houses were old, but well-kept, and you knew that the apartments were way bigger than in a place like yours.

Opening the door for you, Baekhyun invited you into the dark hallway of his apartment. There were no lights, as every wall had doors to other rooms: two to the left, one at the end of the corridor, and two more to the right, perfectly symmetric.

“Kitchen, my office, bathroom, my bedroom, and the living room,” the man told you, starting from the left. One glance into the living room on the right made you realize just how big the rooms were; enormous, in your honest opinion, with the area of something around a classroom at school, but with ceilings that reached far up, almost twice higher than in your own place. Heavy curtains hung from the top of the tall windows like limp branches of a willow tree, giving the most dramatic effect, and – likely – gathering tons of dust throughout their lifetime. Wooden, carved furniture added to the effect, and you, in all your sincerity, would not dare to ask how much such a set cost, although it would be a lie to say that you weren’t curious. Wooden panels on the floor were already worn and grey, giving you a thought that the interiors were kept in this particular shape for long years before Baekhyun began to reside in there.

“That’s huge,” you only uttered. Your eyes rested on a painting in the middle of a wall on the left side of the room, above an eclectic-green, velvet couch, in front of which was a wooden coffee table, and which gave a perfect sight into an old TV on the side of the room, as it was one of the old-styled, small models that would be hard to look at from the distance between one wall and the other. The painting looked old, but you wondered from the distance, whether it was not just printed in good quality, with all the details of lights, people and nature making it look like a piece of national heritage rather than a small private property. It portrayed a battle scene coming to an end, warriors in shining armor stained with blood resting upon trees and a small pond of pinkish water, at either sunset or sunrise – you weren’t sure.

“You like it?” He caught your stare and followed it, giving himself a few seconds to adore the painting as well, as though he hadn’t looked at it enough despite living here.

“It’s too violent,” you decided after a moment. “But it’s nice to look at.”

“It’s not that violent in itself, I think. But it does conjure the thought of it.”

He left the living room with you still in the doorframe, staying to look at the painting just for a few more seconds. When you turned around, he was entering the kitchen – this room also looked old, but less well kept; it was cleaned up perfectly, however the furniture was shabby, with the surfaces often partly rubbed off and grey; this room simply screamed for renovation. But you felt way more at ease with the fact that it looked similar to yours – the one that was over twenty years old when you moved with and you had no way of changing it without getting in trouble with the landlord. And not like you’d want to do it at all, since you’d move out right after your studies anyway. The only difference was that you tried to make your apartment look a bit warmer with colorful lights and other cheap ornaments here and there, while Baekhyun’s kitchen was just left as it was, as though he gave up on it the moment he moved in.

“Hungry?”

“Not much.” You were still full of the freshly consumed beer.

Out of the fridge, Baekhyun took a bag of half-eaten potato chips. You stared at him with your eyebrow raised as he ate a few of these, and then extended the bag towards you, to which you only shook your head and he put the bag back in the fridge. He caught your look.

“Food moths,” he explained. You slowly nodded in understanding. That’d be a useful tip if you ever got those. The summer was slowly coming; soon, your small apartment would also be filled with bugs, and fruit flies, mosquitos, and sciarids because you kept a few plants in (discovering that sciarids and fruit flies were not the same thing was an important step in achieving perfect harmony in your adulthood).

You sat awkwardly by the table, observing him as he reached for the bag he must have left on the counter before he went to pick you up, and took out leftovers – probably from work – putting them back in the fridge.

“You worked today?” you asked.

“Yeah, just an average thing, a strategic meeting with co-workers. My working hours are not regular, so I didn’t really know I was gonna be out today.”

Once he was done, he sat by the table as well, and you leaned a bit forward, resting your chin on top of your hand.

“You could have postponed it with me, you must be tired,” you said.

“Don’t worry, I’d rather have a chance to relax with you.”

That didn’t sound as innocent as he probably tried to make it, and he looked over his shoulder to make sure he didn’t scare you with the choice of words. You only laughed awkwardly.

“Anyway. Since, as I said, I don’t want to intimidate you, I think we’ll stay in the living room since you seemed content with that,” he spoke casually.

“So, no playroom?” you uttered. Baekhyun choked on the chip in his mouth.

“I don’t own such a place. I just usually use the bedroom. Or the bathroom,” he explained.

“Or the office?” you felt bold enough to suggest, giving him a small smirk.

“No, I assure you the office is for what offices usually are.”

You smiled innocently as Baekhyun stared at you, probably trying to mask sudden shyness.

“Either way,” he cleared his throat. “I told you some about what I want to do, but you haven’t told me if there’s anything you’re interested in trying out. I assume you did see some things, so… Is there anything that you’ve been particularly interested in?”

The harmless way in which he phrased the question absolutely didn’t change the fact that he was, basically, asking what kind of porn you watch.

“I uh… I like watching different things, just out of curiosity, but I’m not really sure if there’s anything I like particularly more than other things… I suppose bondage is the biggest basic.” You tried, you really tried to sound neutral, but your voice trembled a little. “But I’m not really sure, to be honest. I’m quite open-minded, I suppose…” You felt silly; how could you not be able to answer the most basic question – what do you like? But Baekhyun seemed to understand that very well, as he only nodded slowly.

“What about, let’s say, pet play?” You blushed slightly. “You know what I’m talking about? I feel like a lot of young women start from there.” It took you a moment to realize that you, too, were a young woman. “Behavioral training. Humiliation. Regression. A bit of pain, if suitable. Trying out a few things to see how you respond. What do you think?”

“I think it may be fun” you said slowly. “Does it have something to do with the…?” you motioned your neck, hoping he’ll get the cue. You remembered the collars the other people wore – they were the main reason you got interested in the first place, after all. Baekhyun smiled, catching on your observation.

“Sometimes, but not necessarily. It’s just a thing I like. Do you?”

“…I may,” you answered carefully.

“Gotcha. We may try it out. You know, everyone is different. The collars are different too. I usually order them after I’m sure the person’s gonna stay, and when I know what type will be the most suitable for them. I can’t do that for you yet, but I have some spare items.”

“Do you have the ones of people who you’re not with anymore?” you asked, out of pure curiosity.

Baekhyun was silent for a moment.

“I do. But I’d rather not use them. They’re there for memory, not for use.”

“Gotcha. I was just curious,” you quickly explained.

“Do you have a safe-word?” Baekhyun’s gaze rested on you.

“…Not really. Never needed one,” you uttered sheepishly.

“You have anything on your mind?”

“Um, the… thing with lights? The red light, yellow and green?” you proposed carefully.

“That’s a good one. Tell me how you understand them.”

“So, the green one means everything’s alright, the yellow is when we need to slow down, and the red stops the scene,” you recited, as if you were reading from a book.

“That’s right. It’s easy to remember, so we can go with that.” You bit on your lips to prevent yourself from getting too excited with the apparent praise; it wasn’t anything big, of course – but you felt as though it was a praise in itself, being acknowledged for saying something right. “Another thing is that I need you to know a few rules, before we start.” You were all ears. “First, I don’t want you to be reluctant for the fun of it. Whether you want to be a brat later or not, today we’re just trying things out and I don’t want to mistake your attitude with actual discomfort, do you understand?” You nodded slowly, memorizing the words and waiting for him to continue. “Second. No pain that I will impose on you will be a matter of punishment, unless I specify so. If you don’t enjoy it, you need to tell me so. It doesn’t mean I’ll stop right away, unless – of course – you use the safe-word. However, I still expect honesty. During, as well as after the scene, when we review it. Do you understand?” The breaks in between the points gave you enough time to acknowledge the information and encode it in your memory. You nodded once again. “And for the last. Do you trust me?”

The tone made you look up at him, finally focusing on his person rather than the words alone.

“I do,” you finally decided; knowing very well what this answer would lead to.

Baekhyun’s eyes sparkled as he smiled at you warmly.

“Well then, shall we start?”

* * *

You stand in the middle of the room, the cardigan and shoes are off, your feet feel cold against the floor despite socks wrapped around them comfortingly.

Don’t move a finger, you’ve been told, and so, you stare at the painting before you, the warrior in the front staring at you back with contempt you haven’t noticed before.

Your breath trembles in anticipation as you try to hear sounds from other rooms – you do hear some shuffling, but nothing that you can figure out for sure. He must be in his bedroom, you think. What is he preparing? Which tools out of many that you’ve seen on the screen of your phone all these nights that, despite spending perfect eight hours in bed, did not end in getting perfect eight hours of sleep?

Your arm itches, but you fight the urge to scratch it; be obedient, he said.

Steps echo in the corridor and you hold your breath. Your head snaps to the side the moment you hear him enter the room again.

“Eyes down,” he commands without sparing you a glance; you haven’t had enough time to see what he brought, but you instantly obey his words. “Don’t look at me unless I allow you to.” His voice is stern, and it makes your stomach clench nervously. But it’s not a bad sensation, not at all – you grow excited. “Down. On your knees.”

You try to comply, but he still scoffs at your apparent sluggishness. You almost fall over as you let your knees bend and you finally kneel down as well as you can, eyes facing down as well, although you feel awkward as you do so.

“On your toes,” Baekhyun commands; something small but hard hits your heels, startling you, and your head whips around to see a wooden pointing stick. You swallow the gasp of surprise at the sight.

You fix your posture, your toes instantly begin to cramp; that’s uncomfortable, and your toes aren’t too flexible, it seems.

“Straighten your back. You’re slouching.”

The task turns out almost impossible to do, the whole weight lands on your toes and you frown in discomfort.

“Is it necessary…?”

“Look at me.” It feels unnatural to do so now, but you oblige, turning your head to the side where he stands. “What’s wrong?”

“My toes hurt,” you admit quietly. Baekhyun watches you for a moment.

“Straighten them. Kneel as you did before.” You bite your lips and nod, uttering a small thank you that you find suitable enough as the position gets a bit more comfortable. “Back. Straighten.”

You automatically snap back into the position. But it does feel a bit silly – like something your teachers would say, don’t slouch! A laughter comes out at the comparison, but you attempt to stifle it.

Apparently, not well enough.

The pointer hits the nape of your neck; not too hard, but the message gets through.

Baekhyun stands in front of you and, most likely, stares you down – you can’t tell; your gaze is fixated on his lacquered shoes. The shoes then move, kicking the middle of your thighs.

“Spread.”

You feel a bit awkward as you oblige this command; you only glance down to make sure your pants aren’t ripped – you never know. To your relief, they’re not. Then you try to glance forward – but, what’s in front of you, makes you more shy than anything, so you just fix your gaze on his knees instead.

“You’re slouching again.”

“Pets often do,” you note before you manage to bite your tongue; you do remember your conversation from before – wasn’t it what he was aiming for? You thought so at first. But the words were not thought through at all; you just felt a need to say something, anything, just like you’d talk back to a teacher when they became too annoying in their remarks.

You hold your breath as Baekhyun crouches down to your level.

You feel his eyes on you, and you unwittingly tremble under his gaze, forcing yourself to look even lower, not daring to break the rule. The seconds seem to last hours as he doesn’t speak a word – and he doesn’t have to. You feel intimidated.

“You want to be a pet?”

He stands up; he’s right in front of you, if you so much as leaned forward a little bit, your forehead would touch his thigh. You slightly crave the touch; but not enough to move, not when you grow petrified. The question is rhetorical. You wait for him to finish the thought.

“Then I’ll treat you like one.”

Without waiting for your reaction, he steps behind you. You hear shuffling in what had to be a box placed behind your back; you see nothing.

But you hear the harsh, recognizable clink of metal and your stomach drops.

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Hi there! How would the twst boys react to their s/o being slapped by Eliza 😂. Thanks for feeding us the wonderful headcanons! 💜

I love writing for such brilliant ideas , enjoy !

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle goes blank for a second , unsure what to say or how to react : Half of him wanted to act in and condemn ghosts for their arrogance to lay a hand on you but on the other hand , he knew that he didn't have the right to ; It was their brides choice and she did have the right to do it - which wasn't really pleasant -

You give him a sad look , expecting a show of mercy of sympathy , but he didn't move an eyebrow

You run to a silent corner to cry , and he comes after you . Riddle gives you a hug and apologizes that he couldn't help anything back then

He criticizes your movements as well , how you didn't present yourself properly and why Eliza could've changed her mind

But in the end ; he gives you a small reminder : " Perfect or not , know that you're enough for me ,"

Trey Clover

He got slapped himself so he understands how the world flashed before your eyes for a second

You look a bit down about failing so easily while you were trying to help ; but so did Trey . You get each other on that point

He barely notices it but he literally doesn't know how to flirt , but he tries his best to cheer you up "Ah don't give me that face ! At least you were waaay better than me,"

Well , maybe you weren't such an overly perfect being but neither was Trey , he was just an ordinary guy you'll get to see everyday ; not a stunning prince . It seems like the two of you come from a rather similar level

Perhaps that's why the two of you get along pretty well

Cater Diamond

You didn't expect him to even put his phone down for you but he eventually did ; you find it pretty odd to see him this eager about anything without wanting to share it via Internet , but it also means that he does care for you

He doesn't bother touching your cheek and asking if it hurts

He plants a small kiss on your blushing face and then goes salty again : " So glad that she didn't get you , means you're still all mine ! "

He brings up his phone and before you could've recognized , takes a selfie of him kissing an all shocked you . You beg him to delete it but he isn't listening , but he insures you that this one's a private issue so he won't post it ; perhaps the first selfie he isn't going to share anywhere

Ace Trappola

Trey and Riddle grab his body and mouth before he could do something stupid , how dare she , how dare she slaps you !?

Ace ws already tired of this drama with the hopelessly romantic bride , and you were the final shock .

" SHE IS A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN Y-" Ace tries to shout at Eliza but Riddle grabs him by collar and puts a hand on his mouth : "YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU..."

You come to calm him down , insisting that it's really nothing important , you didn't care . He still seems to be really pissed off at Eliza : " Huh , does she really think that she's any big deal ? My- girls are really crappy sometimes ,-"

Ace refuses to believe that you don't feel any offended so he pulls you to his embrace and keeps on sending you positive vibes non-stop : " You're gorgeous (y/n)! I mean it ! You're smart , talented , dignified ..."

Deuce Spade

He is low-key happy that you two join him at the losers bench . At least you won't now see him as the awkward loser he was in front of Eliza ; not too much to say

"So you too got slapped ?" he tells you he has no idea how to start the conversation

He knows that he is supposed to do something better but he is just blank about it

One half of him wants to hug you and tell that it's fine , then ask if you think he's awkward or something . But the other half just doesn't know what to say

He says that you two must learn some social skills together , that's the most he can do to flirt now : He soft boy

Leona Kingscholar

He actually doesn't mind insulting you a little for getting slapped . He's pissed off himself so he appreciates teasing you

From putting on a cocky smile and smirking to playing with you using sarcastic words

His very last sarcasm seems to be the worst : " I can say that you are way lower than royal standards ,"

But he puts a different end to his words : "...But since I as well got rejected , I guess we're now rejected mates ,"

Is it his sarcastic way of saying a small "I love you" ? Yes it is

Ruggie Bucchi

He didn't bother to come and try proposing , but wasn't expecting for you to try either . He lets out one of his Hyena-like giggles and comes to you

" Was that bride this savage ? Then I'm thankful that I didn't show up ! " he sneakers

He disappears for a second and comes back with an ice-pack : " Geez , it's my third time doing it today . Come over ," he tells you

He already did it for Leona and Jack because he was told to , but he is all ready to give you all those services and more to you

He does enjoy teasing you , but nursing you in situations like this is another hubby of him , after all you're an exception

Jack Howl

He kinda feels guilty about you getting slapped ; he shouldn't have let you tried it anyway . The possibility of you making it was low and you weren't a NRC student anyway

He knows that everyone else were the same but when it was you who got slapped right in front of everyone , he fears it being an issue

He quickly checks on you to see if you're fine and or need a doctor

He is a bit worried about your face swelling so he takes you school's nurse

On your way back , you thank him because of caring for you and he starts to blush and denies it all : " What do you mean ? It was nothing important . No need to thank ,"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul grabs your hand , wishes Idia a happy marriage and the two of you leave the rest in the middle of chaos

He nags under the lips , telling how he wished others to let him turn her into a little clam

He telles you what an unfortunate soul Eliza is , not only did she die on her marriage day but she also lost perfect lover such as you

He doesn't care about the rest now , so he decides to leave them on their own and instead , have some free time with you

While you wear having some tea at mostrolounge , he shakes head and insults Eliza : " You are surely too much for her , my dear (y/n) . Ghosts always envy humans ; specially when it comes to someone as great as you ~"

Jade Leech

Eliza is now pretty odd to him , first she dislikes the flowers , and now , she rejects you ? Ghosts seem to be even weirder than surface creatures , he thinks

He understands the high standards required while choosing a partner , but you don't seem to lack anything ? How strange

He even cares to ask Eliza about what she might have disliked about you since you don't seem to have any problems , but he avoids it anyway because he isn't ready to get secondly slapped

He offers you a short walk with a bright smile , and you accept

" Miss Eliza surely has weird standards , (y/n) sweetie . You were perfect enough to win ,"

Too bad Crowley insists on them respecting their ghost visitors as long as the stay , Jade is really encouraged to give them a lesson . But uh , he has to have a hold of himself as Octavinelle's vice dorm leader

" Too bad she is dead , flowers would have had an interesting effect if she weren't ," he sighs

Floyd Leech

This bride is getting on his nerves , loud , dumb , in love with a blue , awkward chicken and finds silly excuses to reject everyone proposing to her. If she weren't dead , Floyd would wish her to be . Some brats are better dead

He doesn't see any need to spoil you , but he decides to spill somevtea since it was you " Don't worry shrimpy . You may not be perfect , but she's worse than you , " he flirts .He gives you a tight hug and squeezes you , rambling that it's because Eliza didn't let him do that

He actually finds the red mark on your face cute , saying that it makes your skin color just similar to a shrimp .

He can't help loving your -shrimp-like face - and so , he lowers his head and gives it a small kiss

Vil Schoenheit

If Eliza were alive , Vil would love it now to burn her alive in a huge dig of poison . Or maybe feed him to the dogs , both seem nice

He gently holds your face within his hands and carefully looks at the mark Eliza left behind

He curses under the lips and then pulls you into a soft hug : " Don't mind her love , lowly creatures are unworthy of true beauty , don't let their though bring you down," he mumbles

He absolutely hates being disrespected like this , so he leaves it to Rook and Epel ; though he doubts them being any helpful

He takes you to Pomefiore for firstly , making sure that your slapped face won't swell and then , giving you a full day spa . From extreme showers to putting on your makeup

When you're done , he stares at you through the mirror and smiles : " What an idiot she was to lose this stunning beauty of yours ,"

Rook Hunt

This bride keeps fascinating him , first Vil and now you ? Good god , she is pathetic

Rook really looks up to both of you as a symbol of beauty , grace and in general , perfection . Seeing the two of you being insulted like this is a real pitty

He is being relied on as one of the only four guys who didn't get slapped so he sadly doesn't have much time to comfort you now ; so he comes up with a new idea :

He asks you to give him the pleasure and be his : Bride model ; he has got plenty of tricks up his sleeve , but he still needs to practice them on someone

His long and beautiful poem which was hiding an I love you within its words , and his brilliance ways of winning one's heart leave you speechless ; not ever imagining that he might be this much of a romance man

He practices literally anything he was planning to do with you , and then comes up with the final words : " Dearest (y/n) , would you give me the honor of being your servant of love for eternity ? "

Epel Felmier

You got...what ? Epel was a normal guy at least in his own opinion , Vil senpai was surely beautiful but...not perfect either . But why you ? You didn't seem to have any specific problems . He doesn't like this thing with proposing anyways , so he was hoping someone , specially you , to succeed before he has to...

He is supposed to be practicing dos and don'ts of being a perfect groom , but he just can't do it without checking on you

He comes to you and gives you a tight hug , asking if you're alright

He confesses that he as well is now really scared since he has never even kissed a girl before , but he's going to try his best and put an end into this

He isn't the best of his own , but if a prince on a white horse is what this Ghost needed , he is going to make it , and prove it to you that he can

Kalim al asim

He doesn't know what is going on when you face him with your half red face , he gasps and worriedly starts asking questions : was there a fight ? Did you get hurt ? Was someone trying to bully you ? Who on earth had dared to do this to you !?

You explain the whole issue with he ghost bride and how almost everyone got slapped , making him calm down a bit

He now wants to have a word with this bride , it's rude to slap people just because you don't like them and that really bugs Kalim

Jamil stops him by reminding that it's none of Scarabia's business and as the dorm leader , he has to stay here taking care of more important stuff

Kalim has to agree but he isn't quite satisfied , but he comes up with another way to cheer you up :

" Imagine you're the bride and I'm proposing to you , let's see if I get slapped or not ! "

Jamil Viper

Just as Kalim , he can't imagine why you got slapped for at first but when you explain , he chills a bit

Most of the brides Jamil know gave in to marriage after being given tons of gold and jewelry , but since it is with a ghost , he wondered what might actually attract her. Princesses have to marry people from the same level as themselves , probably a prince or someone pretty rich ; so he isn't really fascinated that you and others all got slapped

He can't help it much , but perhaps insulting all other guys losing their chance is something he would appreciate talking about . It isn't clear if he wants you to feel better by neglecting every other guy or is just trying to chill a bit ; anyways it's joyful for you to talk and having him spending some time with you alone

Idia Shroud

Idia is locked inside the room ,, but he hears sound of you trying to propose to Eliza . His feeling are a bit complicated , both hopeful that Eliza would give up on him because of you and jealous of Eliza , whom you proposed to. No one's here to see him can freely admire your beautiful words coming one after one , and then an unexpected sound : You got slapped

Idia now has lost both his very last hope to get freed and his temper : His hair is slightly turning read . This crazy bride made him lose the global championship league of his favorite video game (since he was tied up by her ) and now slaps you !?

His thoughts are really wild now , especially because of how he can't do anything at all . He wishes he could see you and tell how beautiful and great he thinks your proposal was , hopeful that it'll make you smile

You still went out of his way and tried to free him , and that was more than enough for Idia . All he wishes is to see one more time and get to tell how he feels for you♥

Ortho Shroud

This ghost : Kidnapped his brother and now , slaps you

Who says robots can't feel anything ? Because now , Ortho is mad

He really does want to hack all of NRC's servers and share pictures of ghosts who dare kidnapping and insulting students without the principal doing anything . That'd be an end to Mr Crowley's career but since he isn't doing anything serious , he deserves it

You apologize him because of failing to save his brother , but he just gives you a hug telling how scared he is

You and Idia are the most important people in his life , he just can't stand having you hurt . Not even imagining what he might do if he loses any of you

Malleus Draconia

He wasn't there to recognize this any sooner , but Lilia and Sebek did tell him everything .He shouldn't show up in front of any other students (because they might spoil his real name ) and shouldn't show up in front of any ghosts (because they may catch him and force him to propose ). He was thinking of meeting you in front of ramshackle drom ; your regular corner but since there as well is haunted by the ghosts , he can't help but to wait for this drama to cool down

When you finally return to Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the night , your unexpected guest , tsuno-tarou , is waiting for you

You are suspicious that you didn't see him at all today , so he explains that due to some reasons he couldn't make it . He says hat he doesn't really know what had happened since he stayed in dorm all day , so you go on telling everything from the very beginning . He already knows everything but wants to hear it all from you one more time . He likes to see what they all might've looked like into your eyes . When you're done telling him the story , he giggles and asks one more question ; just curious to see how you'll answer : " So didn't you try proposing , or did you as well get slapped...?"

Lilia Vanrouge

This day was getting more and more complicated... First getting rejected for being too cute and having his 500+ year reputation ruined like this and now , you being the second to get slapped ; this isn't fair

He can help but to let his tears fall , if he's too cute then it's fine for him to cry . Sebek and you freak out in fear of him being through some sort of serious pain or injury , then he just laughs and tells you that he's alright . He just needed to comfort himself but freeing those tears

He doesn't see any need of today getting worse , so he doesn't mind flirting a bit . He jokes on whatever you rejected for not being more frustrating than being too cute and laughs

He thinks that you may like to talk more , so he brings up a more interesting issue : His hundred years experience with women

You are fascinated at how many times he has joined ladies for dances or drinking , yet has never been on a serious relationship

He's actually trying to spill more tea of his low experiements with relationships , hopeful that you get his point

Silver

You return along with Lilia and Sebek. , all of having half of your face red . Silver wasn't there to know what was going on or why Sebek is shouting at him for being a coward not trying to propose like a real man . Poor boy is just blank

Lilia takes Sebek along with him and leaves the two of you alone , so you start telling everything over . He tries his best to hide his laugh at the point where Sebek got slapped but he failed , then Lilia and finally , you

You tell him that you really feel frustrated about failing others and not being good enough , but it makes Silver gently laugh : " Well , from Leona Senpai to Mr . Vil , they all got slapped one by one , doesn't it sound a bit weird ? "

You surely don't get hos point so he continues : " When someone keeps rejecting everyone one by one , it means that they don't really know what they want. They're seeking perfection ; but no one's ever perfect enough for them . Through lovers would still love each other aside lacking too much on their own , and that's what makes their love last : They complete each other "

His words really move you and make you ask how he can tell all these words so beautifully

He gives you small smile and adds : " Well , it's because I've experienced it all with you "

Sebek Zigvolt

Having both master Malleus and you insulted on the same day : This is too much !

You shouldn't have been the one forced propose while others like Silver were laying comfortably on a sofa dreaming of rainforests and colorful birds , it wasn't your right !

He doesn't even ask , he immediately takes you to the nurse office to put a stick on your slapped face . You insist that it's be too much but he isn't listening

He then , apologizes for about an hour for not talking you out of something that wasn't even your duty and promises that there won't be a next time on it

You really get concerned at how stressed out this boy suddenly gets over nothing , so you cut him off by pulling yourself to his embrace and giving him a hug . He freezes at first , but then relaxes and hugs back

" Promise that I'll never let you down (y/n) , never"

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