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leelei1980 · 13 days
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Loving Mr.Munson - Making Plans
The countdown is on, your wedding day will be here before you know it. As your making plans for the big day you find yourself also making big plans for your future......
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Things were starting to come together, wedding plans were being made. You and Eddie had sat and collaborated on every single detail of your "big" wedding- date, bridal party, guest lists, flowers ,cake- you loved and appreciated how invested Eddie was in the planning. He was with you every step of the way, going to florist shops, cake testing,and even doing the monotonous things like picking out linens and invitations. You were in this together, you would always be in this together, a promise you made to each other on the day that you had officially taken your vows.
That day, that private and intimate ceremony had meant so much to you, because that day the focus wasn't on all of the extravagant flourishes of a wedding, the focus was on the love that you and Eddie Munson had for each other and that to you, was more important than any dress or any flower. That is why you had again chosen the same date for your larger scale wedding, what a way to celebrate your first anniversary than with a vow renewal.
Your Mother had been beside herself with glee when you had first stepped out of a dressing room wearing a gown of tulle and lace, Lisa cried,  and you had to admit, seeing yourself in it made your heart flutter. You felt like a princess. You enjoyed trying on the dresses,the tiaras and the veils, they made you feel lovely. You had found the perfect dress, it was beautiful and unique, virginal white but the trim on the bodice and the back , the train was deep Claret red with white flowers. It was the perfect pop of color for your fall wedding, and your Maid of honor and bridesmaids would all have gowns that same color, they would be beautiful.
It gave you butterflies to imagine the look on Eddie's face when he saw you walk down the aisle. Would he cry? Would you be able to hold yourself together?It made your heart pitter patter to imagine your husband standing at the end of the aisle in a sexy suit that fit him perfectly, it made you drool thinking about taking it off of him at the end of the night.
Planning your wedding had been something your Mother had dreamt about since you were a little girl. You were her only daughter and she wanted it to be perfect. Your Mother was the main reason you were doing this, the poor woman has been through a lot with you this past year, through all of the trouble you had had with your Father. You know that it had put a strain on your parents relationship, yet your mother still stood by your side. He had been stubborn, and hateful and wrong, absolutely wrong about your relationship with Eddie. He hadn't spoken to you since your last argument, and it really did hurt your heart that he couldn't see past his own ignorance to see how truly happy you were. It hurt your feelings to know that your father would not be walking you down the aisle at your wedding, instead it would be both of your brothers giving you away.
When you had asked your mother about your Father, about if he had changed his mind , she just looked at you with sadness in her eyes, "You know your Father, he's stubborn...he just doesn't see things the way that I do-"
" Like a rational human being? He's never going to get past this. I almost feel sorry for him. If he doesn't recognize and accept this marriage he is going to miss out on so many wonderful moments. There are going to be children some day, I'm sure of it, and his stubborn ass is going to miss out on all of it ."
" He will come around."
" Until he does I don't need his negativity in my life." You sighed." I guess I'll just have to settle for my dumb ass brother's walking me down the aisle."
Your Mother laughed. " I'm glad you are having them both walk you down, if you had chosen one over the other there would have been hell to pay."
You laughed." I know, they are always so competitive. I could never choose between them, they are both equally annoying."
" But they both love their big sister."
"They do." You smirked." Ok, so back to the guest list...."
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" Ok guys hear me out-" Dustin Henderson said as he paced back and forth in the Harrington's living room. We had all gotten together to do some wedding errands, dress shopping for the ladies - Lisa, Nancy, Robin, Rosie, Izzy and princess Gracie, and the guys Robbie,Steve, Dustin, Andy and Anthony, all went to check out suits. Getting as much done as possible while we were all together.
" So I was thinking, being best man is great and all but what if I got to take my duties to the next level, "
Eddie looked from Dustin to Steve, Steve just shrugged having no idea what direction this was going."Next level huh? Let's hear it Henderson."
Dustin smiled." What if I was able to officiate your wedding!?"
" Like you could marry us?"
"Yeah! I could perform the ceremony! It would be amazing!"
Steve rolled his eyes " Always got to one up me , don't you Henderson?"
" You can really do that?"
" Yeah online! " Dustin said excitedly. " Instead of some stranger marrying you, I could."
Eddie raised his eyebrows at you, as if pondering the possibility. In your mind there was nothing to ponder. 
" I think that would be awesome Dustin." You smiled at Eddie then at Dustin." If you are up for it-"
" I already started the course online just in case!" Dustin beamed." I was hoping you would say yes!"
Eddie smiled." I means a lot Dusty, thanks for thinking outside the box-"
" Yada yada, does that mean I'm best man again?" Steve clapped his hands together, then looked at Robbie," Unless-"
" Uh, fuck no.-"
Gracie gasped as she crawled up on your lap."Eggie, Robbie said potty words!Oh no!"
I smirked at Robbie." Yeah Eggie, Robbie said bad words."
Eddie shook his head, trying his best to be serious." Robert Munson, what have I told you about using potty words? You need to apologize to Miss Gracie and tell her you promise you won't swear again."
Robbie sighed." I'm sorry Gracie."
The little girl looked from us to Robbie and smirked. "S'ok buddy."
We couldn't help but chuckle, she was so freaking cute.
" So as I was saying," Robbie continued." Me being best man would be incredibly confusing for some people, considering the last time they saw me I was the Munson with Sweetheart here. I will stick to being an Usher."
Gracie crawled from your lap to Eddie's, where she curled up and started playing with his hair. She was so gentle,and looking at him with such adoration. It made your heart melt. He would be such a wonderful girl daddy. You sighed.
Eddie rubbed your leg." Ya good Princess?"
"Yup!" Grace answered." I good!"
Eddie smiled and pat her head." I'm glad your good Princess."
You chuckled." Gracie, tell Uncle Eggie what we did today."
She beamed ." I put on pretty Princess dresses and I spun round and round. " She leaned in and whispered." I even put on a crown!"
" No way! I bet you looked so pretty !" He smiled.
" I'm going to walk and 'prinkle flowers! I show you?"
" Please do little Darlin."
Gracie jumped off his lap and stood in the center of the room. " E'rybody, watch! I'm Princess walking!" She announced. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the little girl.
She smiled, showing off her little chicklet teeth and dimples.
You knelt down beside her." Do you remember the walk?"
She nodded, her little curls bouncing. She took a step and paused, looking around and smiling at everyone, then continued, stepping, pausing, pretending to sprinkle petals on the floor. Everyone cheered for her and she ate it up. She was perfect.
Eddie scooped her up and spun her around. "You are going to be the best flower girl there ever was! Your also going to be the prettiest girl there. Well, with the exception of my beautiful bride." He winked at you. You smiled.
Grace giggled and hugged him . God was she adorable. Seeing the two of them together... It was your kryptonite, your weakness. It made you think of the future. You wanted Eddie's babies so bad. Babies with big brown eyes and dark curly hair. You wanted to watch as he loved and cared for them, raising them in a home full of love. He would be amazing. You wanted to watch as your children wrapped your husband around their chubby little fingers, asking him to have tea parties and play dolls, play catch or play cars.....you knew that he would do whatever they asked. You were ready, ready for the next chapter. Maybe right after the wedding you could start trying....
"Whatcha thinking about Dollface?"
You smiled and you watched the little girl in his arms twirl his hair around her little finger." The future Mr.Munson," You slid an arm around his waist, pulling him close." and how badly I want to make little Munson's with you."
His eyes softened and he smiled. " I think about it nearly every damn day,Sweetheart." He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
" Aww, Sweetie,Eggie loves you!"
You smiled at the nickname Grace had given you earlier today. " I love Eggie too."
You watched as Dustin approached, smiling. "Come here my little munchkin. I know you love your Eggie and Sweetie, but it is time for you to take a nap. It has been a busy day." He reached out for her and almost on cue the little girl yawned as she crawled into his arms. Dustin kissed her cheek.
" Goodnight Princess. We will see you when you wake up."
She slowly waved at the two of you as Dustin walked away with her.
Eddie didn't waste any time wrapping you up in his arms. " So you have babies on the brain Mrs. Munson?  Well lucky for you I know exactly what I'm doing in that department Kitten." He leaned down and snuggled into your neck." I mean, we could get started any time. You could just throw your pills away. I could whisk you off to a guest room, " he kissed your neck, " or the garage," he nibbled on your ear," Anywhere, everywhere."
You sighed."As tempting as that sounds Baby , we gotta get through this wedding first. I just spent a lot of money on a beautiful dress that I need to be able to fit in, that and I want to prove everyone that thinks we have to get married wrong. I know my Father has probably brainwashed his side of the family, but that's fine, less people we have to feed."
This time Eddie sighed. " You really think he would do that?"
"I do, but it's fine. " You could see a look in his eyes,"Baby, it's fine. It really is. All the people that really matter to me will be there. " You lightly kissed his lips. "And then, when our perfect day is over we can start phase two. Baby making."
" That will be the fun part."
" I'm going to be all over you Munson."
Eddie chuckled." Even more than you are now? I'm never going to fucking make it. Your going to run me fucking ragged."
" I know, sounds awful, doesn't it? Having sex day and night, every spare moment we have? Absolute torture."
" You know, they say if you really want to get good at something you need to practice." Eddie smirked. " All this sex talk has got me horny as fuck."
" You think we need practice? "
" I mean I am kind of a perfectionist." He leaned in close to your ear." Why don't you meet me in Harringtons laundry room in the basement Dollface? "
" Don't you think people will notice if we are gone?"
" They are so wrapped up in conversations right now they will never even know we were gone. We can be quick about it " he whispered. " I really fucking need you Sweetheart."
" We will have to be discreet."
A wolfish smile spread across his face. "Sweetheart, discretion is my middle name ."
" Alright , we just can't get caught. I will sneak out first, but if your not down there in 10 minutes, I swear to God Eddie Munson,I'm starting without you. "
"Fuck Pumpkin, I 'll be there in 5. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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egipci · 6 months
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Vertigo, 1999
(for @wincestwednesdays)
What they have in common is they're loud, and they talk too much. That's what Dad used to say. Nine out of ten hunters have no fucking idea what they’re doing. You put four of them in a room together and you get twelve tall tales and intel that’ll set you back three days. Not that he spent much time with any one of them. There was a time, back in the beginning, he'd take on a job with a guy, say, someone Bobby knew, or he'd just run into a random dude on the scene, and they'd try to crack it together, talk theories, or they'd do interviews, bad-cop-good-cop, that sort of thing, and right in the middle of it, no matter how it was going, he'd turn to that other guy and suddenly remember he hated all of them. He'd tell me about that stuff. That's why he roped me in soon as he could. He didn't like anybody else. I don’t know how he stayed friends with Pastor Jim as long as he did. There was a fight once after Jim offered to take his confession, but they got over it eventually. Sometimes I wonder what the two of them would say about your praying. I still can’t do it. I couldn’t do it the first time you died, and I can’t do it now. I try to meditate, for Lisa. She says you can think of anything or nothing at all. So I close my eyes and I think about Wyoming that one winter.
There were hunters there too, and they warned us. You were in the car, and I was with Dad in a convenience store on the edge of Indian country. We were questioning the cashier. Mostly Dad was doing the talking. It was a two-stall restroom kind of joint and he'd backed me up against the sink and put his hands under my shirt so I was still in that warm stupid daze I could never tell you about. He was asking about the missing girls, if any of them had stopped by before they'd disappeared, and these two guys who knew him from somewhere came up. Right away he couldn’t stand them. They asked what we were there for. You could tell they were really freaked. They said there was something out there. A god, maybe. They could feel its strength and nothing else. Of course Dad didn't believe them, and that was all that mattered. 
Anyway, here is the part I keep replaying: he's walking ahead of us and it’s getting dark fast. It hasn't snowed yet but it's cold enough he let me wear his jacket. You and I are about the same height, so I got my arm around your shoulder, your neck in the crook of my elbow, and I'm dragging you along, and you're squirming and being a bitch, so we're lagging way behind, and I'm saying stupid shit to make you laugh, trying to make you feel better, and you’re trying hard not to crack up. Then you elbow me in the gut and you stop walking, so I stop, and I turn to look at you. The trees are humming around us, all the way down to their roots. At least that’s the sense I had. We never found anything out there, so I never brought it up again. I never asked you. But the way you looked at me. You said my name, and you looked into my eyes then at the bottom half of my face, and when we finally set up camp you slept outside the tent. I slept with my head sticking out so you wouldn’t be alone. Something bit you first and then bit me. That night we stayed up staring at the sky. What I wouldn’t give to feel us so small again, to hear you naming the constellations.
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silviakundera · 2 months
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Empresses in the Palace ep 13
I really like bestie Meizhuang's practicality and no-nonsense style. Too bad she's definitely gonna die (since her name isn't Zhen Huan). Honestly, she and ZH should be the perfect team: ZH is the right amount of paranoid and distrusting, bestie is more pessimistic and calculating. But I think the flaw is, they're too permissive of each other. I mean, they give advice but aren't adamant and demanding about it. If you're really gonna say you're sisters, BE BOSSY ABOUT IT. smh
Tapping in Ling Rong was smart. I never agreed with them not keeping her close.
Poor Fourth Prince. It's both a terrible idea to get associated with a kid the emperor hates... and I wish Zhen Huan could afford to openly care about him. Seems like a good kid.
ZH loosening up when she thinks no one is watching and being playful with her maid is THE SADDEST THING because you are struck that this is the real her. And she has to hide this person at all times and walk a tightrope in the proper concubine act. Even with Meizhuang she is all politeness, isn't so free & easy.
Meet cute with the real Prince Guo. Except this is a horror story, so no such thing. "You must not tell this to anyone. Otherwise, I'll have no burial ground for my body."
I love the old consort. She just straight up leaves the party all, 'I've seen enough drama in my day. Too tired for all this bullshit.'
If she can see it clearly, why can't the emperor? tbh I think he can too. It just doesnt threaten or affect him so he doesn't care.
Hell workplace dinner where everyone is drinking bored, so they've ganged on someone for entertainment. Everyone is salivating at the spectacle of the protagonist embarassing themselves. So of COURSE protagonist will shock everyone with their Secret Special Skills™. It's a very cliche trope but I think most viewers would have to admit that WE LOVE IT. We all eat this shit up with a spoon.
Ep 14
IM SCREAMING. Hua Fei, I pledge fealty. Marry me. "Consort Fleur, what is the matter with you?" Wavering, coughing, making indigestion faces: "I have no greviance over anything. I lost my composure because I was overcome with emotions watching Lady Sourire's performance." The emperor keeps being like, oh REALLY babe but you're basic. When did you start liking poetry? and babygirl puts her whole pussy into it. 👏👏 Girlboss gaslight gatekeep.
ZH really out here eager to co-parent with Meizhuang and ready to rush back from kissing the emperor's ass. I know she legit was into him (why??) at the start but I feel like reality has set in and she's just playing the part now. She's drawing her and Meizhuang's names together with a heart in her Lisa Frank notebook and planning how to spend their golden years together after they pop out a couple kids.
Hua Fei, the light of my life, breaks down the politics of it all. She's very savvy and will be a near impossible opponent to defeat - unless, of course, you have the protagonist halo. or if bro starts losing battles.
Empress pops in to remind us that being the CFO also sucks. Endless, tireless smiling and benevolence. You can't even throw a coquettish tantrum or two for the luz.
The ghost of the empresses's sister that the emperor loved most lingers yet again. Did the empress kill her sister? The thunder & lightening say yes.
The mess with Ling Rong's dad and the pull of Hua Fei's brother great examples of how the harem struggles aren't really about 'a bunch of sad women fighting over a man'. Being in the harem is entering a circle of power and influence. Yes, the concubines aren't supposed to 'discuss state affairs' but that's a rule made to be circumvented. Pleasing the emperor can make him reward your noble family and factions of the harem are connections within powerful noble families. Because Ling Rong is there, even though the emperor doesn't remember her name she has strings to pull. Whether it works out this time for her, it's a recourse she wouldn't have otherwise. And Meizhuang is able to go straight to the emperor's residence and get an update on the situation and counsel from the head eunuch. They have influence and control beyond what other citizens have.
[of course, we can't forget the prize for this hunger games is the biggest of them all -- NO, not some royal dick, but having your kid be the next emperor. Putting your family in the history books forever as part of the dynasty. Potentially changing history.]
[that's why I don't mentally categorise Story of Yanxi Palace as a harem drama. That's the setting, true, but Yingluo enters of her own will and it's due to her revenge quest. She isn't advocating for or protecting her clan and has zero intent to climb the ladder, but is acting in revenge of her sister, then her sworn sister empress, then her bestie. Then she inadvertently falls in love with her frenemy emperor (of all things!) and wants to accompany him, despite her terror of childbirth. She has no interest in the throne for herself, her clan, or her kids. She's playing the game all the wrong way, because she's not playing it at all - her goals aren't aligned to anyone else's. That is the delight of Yanxi Palace; she's dropped into everyone else's harem drama with a metaphorical sword on her back, the unpredictable engine of chaos in this carefully choreographed dance of waxing and waning power & influence.]
Empress really shows off her skills in this episode. No one actually knows how hard she tried for Ling Rong's dad but she has the position to get away with advocating, without losing much. And she gets their gratitude and steers them towards fighting my gf Hua Fei in her stead. Empress was the biggest winner in this incident.
ZH on her way there, as she expertly manipulates the emperor by commenting on state affairs without actually directly discussing them. She's smart to be hiding the depth of her education and only bringing it out when necessary.
Damn she's really playing the "you're my ✨husband✨" card for all it's worth. And we can see that, for now, it's worth a lot.
The maid making the play for the emperor's interest with the lotus blossoms is the Soon to be Evil half-sister, right?
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isshua · 1 year
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Messianic Aureation
Chapter 6: Answers Lie Behind Forbidden Doors
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Summary: With a disguise hiding her face and her friends by her side, Cara puts her plan to sneak into the library's restricted section to seek the answers she needs. Will she find information about her purpose and identity in this world, or will the false Creator's forces catch her before she can find success in her mission?
Sixth chapter is up now! It's a bit shorter than usual, but just as packed with intensity! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Enjoy the chapter :)
Chapter 7 is here
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There was a chilling wind biting coldly at the nape of Cara’s neck as she quietly followed Kaeya up the stairs leading to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters-an unnatural occurrence, considering it was the middle of summer in Monstadt. Her mind wandered back to her terrifying encounter with Venti, and she wondered if this wind was a result of his animosity towards her. She couldn’t help but steal glances at the roofs of the surrounding buildings, searching for the hateful eyes of Barbatos glaring down at her as he watched her from a place of hiding. All the more reason to get this over with as quickly as possible, she thought.
She didn’t know what to expect when returning to the headquarters she had harrowingly escaped from two weeks ago. Perhaps an increased number of guards, or maybe even Vision bearers like Amber or Eula keeping watch. Kaeya silently signaled her, Bennett, and Razor to duck down behind the staircase wall while he surveyed the area. He was gone for only a moment before he returned and gave them the sign to move forward. It was then that Cara saw there were no guards whatsoever; the two knights who usually stood outside of the headquarters entrance were gone.
“Where are the guards?” she asked Kaeya.
“Off to investigate a recent sighting of the imposter near Dawn Winery,” he replied with a knowing smirk. “Direct orders from the Acting Grand Master, with courtesy from an anonymous tip. They shouldn’t be back until we’re well gone.”
“How did you get them to do that?” Bennett questioned.
“As I said before, not everyone in the Knights of Favonius is our enemy. I got someone else of reasonable power to deliver my message to Jean, with the proper precautions, of course.” Kaeya opened the entrance door slowly, the hinges making a low creak. He poked his head in to survey the inside. “All clear. Let’s go.”
The lobby was quiet, with the only noise being the echoes of their footsteps bouncing off of the walls. After Kaeya did a quick sweep of reconnaissance and determined that there was truly no one in the building, he relaxed. “We should be alone,” he said. “But we don’t have much time before someone realizes that the anonymous tip was a trick. Bennett and Razor, you accompany Cara into the library. Lisa should currently be at Dawn Winery right now, and if I remember correctly, she leaves the key to the restricted section in her desk when she’s not here.”
“Why aren’t you coming along?” Bennett asked, brow furrowing in suspicion. “Are you planning to betray us and trap us here?”
“Someone has to keep watch in order to make sure the knights don’t come back too early, right?” Kaeya answered. “Relax, I promise you can trust me. Haven’t we been through enough together for you to know I’m on your side?”
“I believe you,” Cara said. “It’ll be okay, Bennett. If he wanted to betray us, he probably would have done it by now.”
“Well…alright,” Bennett relented. “But if this does end up being a trick to turn us in, I’ll punch you so hard you won’t know what hit you.”
Razor grunted in agreement. Though both boys looked fairly intimidating as they stared Kaeya down, the Cavalry Captain didn’t look alarmed at their threat, and only nodded. “I understand. Now go. We’re wasting time. Collect anything you can find on the Creator.” He grabbed Cara’s forearm and squeezed. “Please be careful, Cara. If the knights return, I will do everything I can to stall them so you three can get out safely. I could not live with myself if I allowed you to get hurt on my watch.”
She offered him a reassuring smile to mask the anxiety fluttering in her core. “It’ll be fine, Kaeya. Just promise me you won’t give yourself away if the knights come back. I don’t want you getting hurt, either.”
She turned to the library door, and with great caution, pushed it open. The hinges didn’t make any noise, to her immense relief, and they entered silently. The scent of books and dust hit her nose-a familiar smell, being that she had spent much of her time studying in her college library before her transport into Teyvat. The wall sconces and the massive chandelier hanging from the roof were dimmed to the point where they flickered like candles, casting limited illumination upon the interior. It certainly looked like the library was closed for the night, and from the sound of it, there really was no one else here except for them.
Bennett was the first to make it to Lisa’s desk. He opened its drawers one-by-one as quietly as possible, searching through them. “Uh, guys? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there’s no key here.”
“Let me check.” Cara joined him and rummaged through the desk’s contents. There were various papers written in what appeared to be German, a booklet filled with return receipts for different checked-out books, index cards, folders…but Bennett was right. No key. “Well, shit. This is a problem.”
“Maybe Teacher took key with her?” Razor suggested.
“Or Kaeya lied to us.” Bennett gritted his teeth. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted him.”
“No, that’s not it. I think…I think Razor might be right. Lisa has to have the key with her.” Cara tried to return the desk’s insides to their prior neat appearance, both out of kindness and because she didn’t want Lisa to know someone had been looking through her private notes and items, then closed the drawers. “This wasn’t planned by Kaeya. I don’t want to believe it was, so until we have solid proof that he hasn’t betrayed us, I won’t believe it.”
“What do we do, then? Without the key, we can’t get into the restricted section,” Bennett said. “Do we try to knock the doors down? It wouldn’t be a problem with Razor’s claymore.”
Razor shuffled his feet. “Teacher will get mad if I do that…don’t want to destroy.”
“You won’t have to,” Cara said. “We’ll find some other way in.”
They left the desk and headed down the staircase leading to the bottom floor of the library. Each light Cara passed seemed to respond to her presence and glinted madly when she walked by. The silence of the library had her on edge, and with how silent Bennett and Razor were being as they trailed behind her, she could tell they were feeling anxious, too. Soon, they were standing in front of the massive oak doors of the restricted section. Cara pressed her hands against them and pushed; they remained stubbornly shut. “Shit, they’re locked,” she said.
“Here, let me try.” Bennett grunted when he pushed against the doors with all of his might. Still, they didn’t budge.
“What made you think you would have any chance of opening them if I didn’t?” Cara questioned.
“Pure luck?” Bennett replied with a shrug.
“Shhh!” Razor suddenly hushed. He jumped back from the doors. “Someone is coming! Through the doors! Hide!”
Cara couldn’t discern what Razor’s sharp hearing was picking up on beyond the wood of the doors, but she trusted Razor’s senses to know this was a serious matter. She dove behind a large column that also acted as a bookshelf, pressing her arms to her sides and trying to make herself as slim as possible, so that not a piece of her would be seen. Razor and Bennett did the same with another bookshelf column parallel to hers. Thankfully, it was wide enough for the two of them to hide together. There was an agonizing moment of silence…and then, footsteps. The restricted section’s doors opened. Cara carefully peeked out from behind the bookshelf and saw Lisa walking out. In her hand was a simple brass key.
Cara’s heart leapt. That has to be the restricted section’s key. So, Lisa’s been here the entire time? What about the anonymous tip Kaeya sent out? I thought she was supposed to be with the knights.
Unless someone specifically told her to stay here to be a guard in case I tried anything like this.
Vermillion eyes flashed through Cara’s mind. Could this be the work of the entity ordering Monstadt to hunt her down? It wouldn’t surprise her, but that didn’t mean she was ready to accept that theory. Lisa didn’t look particularly mind-controlled when she locked the restricted section’s doors and walked past the columns. Her eyes weren’t red, and she appeared to be quite exhausted. Cara saw her yawn and mumble incoherently to herself when she started for the stairs to the library’s upper level. The key was slipped into a pocket; internally, she cursed. Fuck, how are we supposed to get into the restricted section now?
And then, to her immense shock and horror, Razor suddenly jumped out from behind the bookshelf and made a bee-line for Lisa. “Teacher!” he yelled. “Wait!”
Lisa turned around. “Razor?” she said dumbfoundedly. “I thought I heard someone shuffling around out here. Sweetheart, what are you doing in the library all by yourself?”
Razor answered her by promptly flinging himself at her and sending her falling to the floor. Lisa yelped, her hat flying off of her head. Something metallic clattered loudly, but Cara couldn’t tell what it was. “Razor-!” the librarian started to say.
“I could not find you all day!” Razor said as he hugged her tightly. “I missed you! Came to find you, so I can get a bath!”
Lisa’s expression softened. She helped Razor to his feet and brushed her disheveled hair out of her eyes. “Oh, Razor, I would love to set up a bath for you, but I don’t think I can right now. Jean needs my help with something very important.”
“Please?” Razor begged. “Doesn’t have to be a long bath, just a warm one. Will Teacher help me?”
Lisa sighed. Razor was giving her his best puppy dog eyes, and Cara knew the wolf boy had her confirmation even before it was verbally expressed. “Now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time you got a bath…alright, just a quick one. Let’s go see if Jean wants to help.” She picked up her hat, brushed it off, and settled it atop her head. Razor took her hand, and the two of them disappeared up the stairs. Cara waited until she heard the opening and shutting of the library door before she emerged from her hiding place. “Bennett?” she whispered.
“I’m here.” Bennett walked over to her, eyes dazed confoundedly. “I don’t understand. Why did Razor do that? Lisa was going to leave. She wouldn’t have noticed him if he didn’t give himself away.”
Cara opened her mouth to answer, but stopped when she noticed something on the floor where Razor and Lisa fell. When she crouched to observe it, she gasped. “Bennett, look!”
She picked up the key and held it up to the light of the chandelier. Everything about it seemed real, though part of her felt like it was some sort of illusion. “It’s the key to the restricted section!” she said.
Bennett gasped. “It must have slipped out of Lisa’s pocket when she fell!”
“Or Razor secretly grabbed it out of her pocket when he threw himself on top of her. Don’t you see? Razor gave himself away to help us. He must have known that Lisa wouldn’t suspect him of doing anything suspicious because he’s her pupil. She would never believe that Razor would be helping an imposter.”
“Wow, that was clever. Kudos to Razor for thinking of that one!” Bennett frowned. “But still, I hope he’ll be okay. I feel bad that we’re separated.”
“I think he’ll be fine. Lisa wouldn’t hurt him. She is his teacher, after all.” Cara went over to the restricted section doors and pushed the key into the lock. With a twist and a loud clunk, the doors unlocked, and this time, she pushed them open with ease.
They were met with a wall of darkness that was so thick, she couldn’t see anything beyond it. The scent of books and dust was even more prominent here than in the regular section of the library; it hung so heavily in the air, she could practically taste it. It was a clear sign that this place wasn’t meant for the prying eyes of typical citizens…and that made Cara feel even more nervous than she already was.
“Bennett,” she whispered. “We need light.”
“Got it.” A ball of flame erupted in Bennett’s hand. Rows upon rows of bookshelves appeared with the arrival of the Pyro power. “Here, give me your hand. My fire won’t hurt you unless I want it to.”
He took her hand and gently pressed the Pyro against her palm. Warmth flooded through her as the fire was shared, and when he pulled away, a ball of flame identical to his was left behind. Cara waved the fire carefully in front of her. Though the flames licked at her skin, no burning pain followed. “Woah. I had no idea you could do this.”
“Not many people do. Pyro is seen as an aggressive element that’s meant to destroy. I’ve learned that it can do more than that.” Bennett observed the bookshelves before them. “So, how are we going to do this? Should we just grab random books and hope they have information about the Creator?”
“I mean, I guess? There are so many books here, but there’s no telling where writings on the Creator could be stored.” As she observed the seemingly endless rows of bookshelves, she felt a sense of helplessness descend upon her at the thought of how much ground the two of them had to possibly cover in such a short window of time, but she didn’t verbally express it for both her and Bennett’s sake. Stressing about this would only make things more difficult for them. “Let’s just start with the closest row and clear it together. I’ll go to one end, and you go to the other. We’ll meet at the center and then repeat with another row if we don’t find anything.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Bennett grabbed a book from the nearest shelf. “We’ll get through this together. If you find anything, just call for me, alright?”
“Okay. Good luck.”
“You too.”
With the help of Bennett’s fire, she went to the very end of the row and started to browse through various books. Each one held information that definitely could be counted as 'restricted content.' In one book, she found spells of necromancy with horrid pictures of decaying zombies rising out of graves. In another, there were anatomical pictures of dissected hilichurls that made her want to vomit. She flipped open book after book, yellowed pages crinkling as she read their secrets, if she could manage to read them at all: a few of the books were written in languages that were completely foreign to her. All of the ones she could read held forbidden wisdom, but so far, after what felt like hours of reading, she hadn’t found a single thing about Teyvat’s Creator. She shoved a book back into its place with a frustrated huff. “This is never going to work,” she muttered.
And then, she felt it. The previously stagnant air vibrated around her and whispered against her ears with barely enough power to be noticeable. It was a similar phenomenon to her first escape from Monstadt, when the wind spoke to her and urged her to run and not look back. “Over here,” it breathed in the form of a soft sigh. “This way.”
She followed the call until she was standing in front of a bookshelf she hadn’t searched yet. Bennett was just a speck of Pyro light in the distance, a flickering orange blob barely noticeable through the darkness between them. Cara scanned the spines of the books, waiting for the air to give her orders. “Well?” she whispered. “Which book should I take?”
A breeze brushed against her left cheek. Cara lifted her hand to the tiny cold draft and followed its trail to the end of the bookshelf. Her eyes landed on the spine of a book that immediately stood out to her from the others; this one was completely accented in a golden color that matched the hue of her scars and blood. She reached out and took it, and when she saw the cover, her heart stopped.
Gracing the thick hardcover book was the image of a white six-winged dragon with piercing gray eyes and a golden halo…the same exact dragon from the stone tablet in the grove where she had awoken on her first day in Teyvat.
“Bennett!” she called. “Over here!”
Bennett’s boots caused sharp echoes to ring through the room when he ran to her side. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Did you find something useful?”
“This book,” she answered. “This book has to have answers. Whatever writings are in here will tell us how to get me home.”
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Bennett shook her shoulder eagerly. “Open it, open it!”
Cara started to flip open the book’s cover, when her free hand abruptly began to burn with a pain akin to being shocked by a spark of electricity. The book flopped onto the floor, a cloud of dust erupting from its pages. “Ow, fuck!” she hissed.
“Woah, what happened?” Bennett asked, alarmed. “Are you okay?”
Cara flexed her hand and noticed little specks of purple Electro crackling painfully over her skin. They dissipated shortly, and that’s when she tentatively picked the book back up. This time, it didn’t shock her again, but when she pressed her palm over the cover, she didn’t have to concentrate to feel that there was some sort of elemental power attached to it. There was a faint scent of static in the air. Suddenly, the translucent image of a purple hourglass appeared over the cover.
“Oh, I know what that is!” Bennett said. “It’s an elemental spell! Lisa casts them over every book in the library so she can track them down if they’re stolen or not returned on time. Fischl and I know from, uh, experience. I don’t know how to remove one, though. I think only Lisa can do that, or you’d need an Electro Vision to cancel the spell out. Ugh, we really need Razor.”
Cara’s fingers itched. Some instinct rose within her, strange and unlike any sort of feeling she had ever felt before. It was telling her to lay her hands upon the book, but she had no clue what would happen if she did. She stared at her free hand. The scars on her wrist glowed in the light of her and Bennett’s fire. What do you have to lose? she found herself thinking. You need this book. If there’s a way to get rid of Lisa’s spell, then take it. Bennett, Kaeya, and Razor think there’s some hidden power within you. Maybe this instinct is that power.
“Hold your fire closer,” she said to Bennett. She shook out her ball of Pyro and held her extinguished hand over the book’s cover. For a moment, nothing happened. And then, golden light started to glow from her hands. She heard Bennett gasp, but paid him no mind-it was like she was lost in a trance, her mind focusing solely on Lisa’s spell. The light grew brighter and brighter, until it was outshining Bennett’s fire. The hourglass sigil began to rise off of the book, shuddering as it gave resistance and attempted to remain attached to the item it had been cast to protect. But it was no match for whatever sort of power Cara was using, and quickly yielded. The protection spell shot into her hand, strands of silken Electro snapping free and contracting, dangling limply like the discarded skin of a snake. Energy thrummed through Cara’s veins when her fingers automatically closed and crushed the spell into a scattering of tiny fractured pieces. Purple sparks fizzled through the air, and then all was dark. The golden glow retreated back into her hand, as if it hadn’t been there at all. She returned to reality with a lurch, a small breath releasing from her lips as she realized what she had just done.
“Woah,” Bennett whispered. “How did you do that?”
“I have no idea,” she whispered back. Everything that had just happened was pure instinct, but there was no time to think about what she had just done now. They could do that later. Her backpack manifested over her shoulders when she reached for it. “We have to go,” she said as she shoved the book into her pack.
“You just…removed the spell with your bare hands.” Bennett was looking at her as if it was their first time meeting. “Spells like that are supposed to be impossible to get rid of without using elemental energy, but you did just that! What was that glow? I’ve never seen something so golden before! That had to be your true powers! They’re beginning to return!”
“Can we talk about this later?” Cara asked. She stood up and hurried for the doors. “Something feels off. I don’t want to be here anymore. Let’s go and meet back up with Kaeya, and then we’ll try to find Razor.”
“Okay.” Bennett was running beside her, eyes filled with a wondering excitement. “I can’t believe I just witnessed the power of the Creator. That was so cool!”
Cara placed the key in Lisa’s desk when she and Bennett made it to the library’s upper level. She opened the main door, preparing to call for Kaeya and tell him their mission was a success-and nearly ran into a wall of armored knights.
She stumbled back and nearly tripped backwards into Bennett, who had frozen momentarily upon seeing the knights in front of them with their swords pointed forward and their eyes cold and angry. At the front of the hostile party was Eula Lawrence, her claymore resting by her side as she looked at Cara with a glare that could make an Archon cry. “Well then, look what we have here,” the Spindrift Knight said. “The little imposter, snooping around places she doesn’t belong in. I would be lying if I said I was surprised, but Her Grace blessed me with her voice and let me know you were here, so frankly, I’m not.”
“Um.” Cara’s mind went racing. This was not what she was expecting to see after coming out of the library. What are Eula and a bunch of knights doing here? Aren’t they supposed to be at Dawn Winery? Where’s Kaeya? Is he okay? You have to distract them. You have a disguise on, you can trick them!
“What imposter?” she blurted out. “I, uh, I’m just…a Fatui soldier. Notice the mask?”
She wanted to slap herself. Yeah, that’s right, tell the Favonius Captain that your part of a Snezhnayan terrorist group. That’ll really convince her to back off. God, when did I get so stupid?
“Do you take me for a fool? Don’t make me laugh.” Eula scoffed condescendingly. “I know it’s you beneath that mask, heretic. How dare you come here, breaking into the headquarters of Monstadt’s protectors, walking around like you own the place? Who do you think you are? In the name of the Almother, vengeance will be mine! I will bring your head to Her Grace myself!”
Bennett forced himself in front of Cara and took out his sword. “How did you know we were here?” he barked. “You stay away from Her Grace! I won’t let you hurt her!”
“Ah, and look. You seem to have brainwashed someone into believing your lies.” Eula raised her claymore and pointed it directly at Bennett. “You would be wise to step aside, boy. With how young you are, I would like to believe there is some chance we can save you from damnation. Let me kill the imposter, and you may live to seek forgiveness from Her Grace.”
“Over my dead body!” Bennett yelled. “It’s you who's been brainwashed! I just saw Cara use a power only the Creator could possibly have! If you let us go, she’ll be the one to let you live!”
“How dare you?” Eula roared. Her Vision activated with the intensity of her emotions: a gust of icy wind emanated from her and pushed Cara, Bennett, and the rest of the knights back. “You dare to call this heretic the Creator’s name? I take back what I said before. You are obviously a lost cause! I will have vengeance for this! Knights, attack!”
With a war cry, the knights rushed forward. Bennett planted his feet firmly and brought back his sword, flames of Pyro swirling across its blade as his Vision glowed intensely. With a powerful thrust, he released the built-up energy and sent the knights hurtling back with the sound of roaring fire. Swords went clattering to the floor. Knights crashed into each other and groaned. Only Eula stood unaffected, the cold of her Cryo Vision shielding her from much of Bennett’s attack. Cara took the turn of confusion to grab Bennett’s arm and flee.
“You can’t escape!” Eula screamed. “Get back here!” She swung her claymore at them, the edge aimed right for Cara’s neck. But Bennett managed to parry the blow with his sword, shoving Eula back and rushing in. The battle was like a dance: Eula was obviously stronger and had the deadlier weapon, but Bennett was faster, and dodged her strikes with ease. His Pyro easily burned through her Cryo, rendering her Vision useless and forcing the knight to rely only on her raw claymore skills.
“Cara, stand back!” Bennett yelled. He launched himself into the air with a boost of Pyro, raised his fist, and slammed back down onto the floor. An eruption of Pyro energy was released and encircled the both of them in a protective barrier. The symbol of a thumbs-up flashed across the floor: an Inspiration Field. Bennett had just used his ultimate attack. The walls of the headquarters shuddered, bits of stone raining down upon their heads. Cara could have sworn she felt the floor crack from the power of Bennett’s impact.
Eula staggered and was forced to go on the defensive. She held her claymore in front of her and let her Cryo power block her and the other knights from the intense blast of heat. “Let’s go!” Bennett cried to Cara. The two of them pelted out of the headquarters as fast as they could.
She heard the yells of the knights behind them, and one glance over her shoulder confirmed her fears: Bennett’s burst had only offered a temporary distraction. The knights were following, with Eula leading the front. When playing Genshin Impact, Cara had initially believed the young aristocrat’s dedication to swearing vengeance was just a masking of her true intentions to keep a list of people she wished to repay with kindness. Now, however, she could tell that Eula truly was hellbent on fulfilling her vow of violence by literally taking Cara’s head from her shoulders. The Song of Broken Pines claymore she was wielding proved that.
“Quick, this way!” Bennett yelled to her. They ran down the staircase and past the fountain in front of the Grand Goth Hotel; Cara felt a serious sensation of déjà vu as they did it. This time, however, instead of running in the direction of Monstadt’s side gate like she did the last time she was caught in this sort of situation, they squeezed through the narrow opening between the hotel and a wall to come out onto a wide stone balcony overlooking the row of signature shops.
They weren’t alone for long. Knights came running onto the balcony from the left and the right, boxing them into the center. Bennett grabbed Cara’s hand and pulled her towards the balcony wall. “We have the jump!” he yelled.
“Are you kidding me?” Cara protested. She looked over the wall and saw how far the ground was. “But I don’t have a glider!”
Bennett was already scrambling over the edge. “I’ll catch you! There’s no other way we’ll escape!”
“Stay where you are!” a knight ordered. Cara pressed closer to the wall, at a loss of what to do.
“Cara, you have to trust me!” Bennett cried. He desperately stuck his hand out to her. “Come on!”
One knight swung his sword. Cara narrowly avoided it and swore. “Fucking shit,” she muttered under her breath, then climbed onto the wall, hesitated for only but a second, and jumped. An instinctual scream erupted from her throat, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the impact of her body splattering against the ground. But two hands grabbed tightly at her wrists, and when she opened her eyes, she was gliding through the air with Bennett holding her up. The young adventurer was obviously straining to keep both of them aloft, the wings of his glider working on overtime with frantic flaps. They descended at a rapid pace, and when they were close enough to the ground, Bennett’s glider withdrew, and he let her go. Both of them were separated by their tumbled landings.
“Bennett, are you okay?” Cara yelled. She pushed herself to her feet with a wince and tested her arms and legs. No broken bones seemed to have been procured, which was definitely a good thing. Bennett stood with similar shakiness. “Yeah,” he responded. “I’m fine. I think we might have lost them for now-”
He had spoken too soon. Some of the knights had followed their path down and were jumping with gliders of their own. Four of them landed much more softly between them, separating Cara from Bennett. One of the knights grabbed Cara’s arm. “Nowhere to run now, imposter,” he spat into her face.
“Let go of me!” Cara screamed. She slammed a fist across his face and sent him staggering backwards with a pained cry. More knights closed in on her. She backpedaled away from them in a panic.
“Cara!” Bennett cried. He was fending off the knights with blows of his sword, attempting to clear a path to her. It didn’t take much to see that the knights had a serious advantage; there were more of them, and there was no way Bennett could fight them all. She looked over her shoulder and spotted the main teleport waypoint floating nearby, the same one she always used to teleport into Monstadt in order to craft or receive her rewards for completing her commissions. An idea popped into her head. If the teleport waypoints worked for her in the game…would they work for her now?
There was no more time for stalling. The knights were closing in, and she couldn’t even see Bennett anymore through the crowd of white-and-gold armor, let alone know if he was even still here at all. “Bennett!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “I’ll come find you! I promise!”
“The only place the two of you will be finding each other is in a prison cell.” Eula strode towards Cara, glowering at her. “You will be coming with me. Cooperate, and I might let you keep your head until Her Grace decides your way of execution. Somebody fetch me a pair of handcuffs. This little imposter’s days of spreading heretical lies are over.”
When Cara saw a knight give Eula handcuffs that were identical to the ones she had been forced to wear at the hands of Lawrence and Swan, she panicked. She whirled and ran, knowing that if those things were put over her wrists, there would be no opportunity to escape them a second time. Her hands slammed against the cool stone of the teleport waypoint when she got to it. Its blue light was slightly numbing when it washed over her skin.
“Come on, come on, come on,” she muttered, closing her eyes and focusing on the hum of the waypoint’s power. “Get me out of here, please! Take me anywhere but here!”
A clatter of metal and unsheathing swords caused her to open her eyes and look back. The knights had her surrounded. Eula didn’t look impressed. “That mechanism is a device from ancient times,” she said. “It doesn’t work for anyone here, and it will not work for you. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Your death is imminent, and you might as well accept that you have lost. Give up the fight, little imposter. Don’t resist, or I might just have to cut off your legs to prevent any more escape attempts.” She reached for Cara, the handcuffs open and ready.
“No!” Cara screamed. She shied away from Eula’s grasp. “Get away from me! Don’t-!”
The teleport waypoint suddenly let out a loud beep. Warmth rushed through Cara’s body as the mechanism’s blue glow intensified. Shouts of alarm rose from the gathered knights. Eula stepped back, eyebrows rising in surprise.
“She activated the waypoint! She’s going to escape!” a knight yelled. “Somebody grab her before she gets away!”
At least a dozen hands all shot forward, including Eula’s. But it was too late. The waypoint’s light grew so bright, it completely enveloped Cara’s vision, and then she was sucked backwards into a vortex of swirling blue. An incredible force pressed in on her from all sides, squeezing the air out of her lungs. Agony quickly had her in its horrible grip. Her mind and body were being stretched to their very limits. She opened her mouth to scream, but no noise came out. Did she even have a mouth anymore? Did she have a body? She couldn’t feel her arms or her legs, nor could she sense the presence of her heart or lungs. This gyre of energy the waypoint had thrust her into was consuming her very existence, and it hurt, it hurt so much.
“Get me out!” she thought she howled, but her voice was lost, and she didn’t even know if she still had the capability to speak at this point. “Let me out now! Stop it, stop it please, stopstopstop-!”
The pressure crushing her body suddenly relented. Everything was spinning, and the wormhole’s blue color collided with pure white, opening up into a light that blinded Cara completely. The roar of the vortex released with a loud beep, and then Cara was falling, landing on a surface that she could only fleetingly recognize as soft, wet, and cold. Her body was back, but it was heavy, and she found that she couldn’t breath. Spots danced across her vision when she tried to open her eyes.
She had no idea where she was. She didn’t even know if she was alive. Before she could find it within herself to begin to think, unconsciousness consumed her, and she was drawn into its great black wings. The howl of the wind was the last thing she heard before she completely blacked out.
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😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 3. Lisa’s friends.
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A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!
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Hi!!! Silly new part omg!!! Also i want to apologize bcs this is Sabine x reader fic and she . Hasn’t appeared 💀. I promise she’ll be here soon! Just one more part!!! Then she!!! 🗣🙏❤️ Once again I wrote. A lot . I wrote like 4 pages worth of stuff for this one part 😭 I broke two pages into this part and the other two will be in the next! Also I was sent an ask saying my stuff was hard to read due to my writing being close together 💔 so sorry about that everyone! This part has spacing and any other writing I do will also have spacing! Ty to the anon who sent in that ask and let me know what I needed to change! It was and it is very appreciated! :D pls do tell me if the spacing here is ok guys! ❤️❤️❤️ anyways enjoy! :D
Summary: Lisa and her friends come to get you.
Warnings: none.
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You paced back and forth outside of your home. Your arms were crossed and pressed tightly against your chest. You’re so nervous, you can’t breathe properly. You feel like you’re going to pass out. Khaan stood nearby watching you pace. He let out a soft neigh wanting your attention. You looked to him frowning and mouthing ‘what?’ Khaan walked forward with his head low. When he got to you, he pressed his head against your arms.
You uncrossed them, so you could move the horse’s head up. You laid his head on your shoulder, hugging his neck. You buried your face in his mane “what are we going to do Khaan?” You felt like crying “why did you act that way?” Khaan let out a huff. You wished he could talk you wish he would tell you why he acted the way he did. You wished he would tell you who that girl was to him. You stood outside for a few minutes hugging Khaan close to you. You let him go when you heard the door to your home open. Your dad walked outside, and he looked upset.
You feared the worst. Surely the girl had pressed charges, and now the police were coming to take Khaan. “I called Lisa” your father started “and she said her and her dad won’t press charges.” So if they weren’t pressing charges then what was your dad upset about? “And she told me more about Khaan” your dad narrowed his eyes at the horse. Khaan neighed upon hearing his name, and he walked to your dad. The man let Khaan get close, but he backed away when Khaan tried to get pats from him. You stood surprised by your dad’s denial to pet Khaan. “Da-“ you were about to ask him why he acted that way, but he spoke over you. “Khaan can’t stay here” your dad suddenly turned cold towards the Friesian.
You shook your head “what do you mean he can’t stay? Dad what happened at Starshine won’t happen again I promise.” You didn’t want your dad to take your horse away. He shook his head “that horse isn’t normal” he pointed to Khaan who walked back to you. You stood in front of Khaan shielding him from your dad. “What are you talking about? All horses have bad days and that-“ your dad raised his voice, but he wasn’t yelling “I know about the eyes now!” You stood still feeling your blood run cold. “Lisa told me” your dad walked forwards “that horse isn’t normal you knew it and kept it a secret from me!” When your dad got to Khaan, he moved his forelock aside revealing the horse’s red eyes.
“This horse cannot stay here” he looked to you, and Khaan shook his head fixing his forelock. You shook your head too, and you put your hands together. “Dad please don’t take him” you choked up “please!” Your father frowned he hated seeing you upset but this had to be done. “Lisa will come tomorrow along with her friends, and you will take Khaan to someone who knows more about him” your dad cupped your cheek. “He comes from a dangerous place with dangerous people who are surely looking for him” your father feared for your safety. “You must let him go” he wiped your tears with his thumb when you started crying. “Go and pack a bag the journey will be long, and you will need-“ you pushed your dad away from you surprising him.
“I’m not going!” You cried turning to Khaan hugging him tightly. Khaan let out a snort pressing his snout against your cheek “you can’t make me go I’m not going!” You felt like a kid again begging your dad not to make you go someplace boring. The man felt like crying too this hurt him just as much as it hurt you, but Khaan couldn’t stay.
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“Listen to me” he said in a strong voice trying to be strong for you both, and to get his point across. “His rider is dangerous” he waited for you to look at him. When you did, he continued talking “she will come for him, and I have no power to protect you.” The man put a hand on your shoulder “you must go with Lisa and her friends.” He huffed when you rammed into him as you hugged him. You cried saying you didn’t want to go, or let Khaan go. Your dad couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He kissed the top of your head hugging you close to him “I don’t want you to go either, and I don’t want Khaan to leave but this is the only way.” Your dad broke the hug, and he held your shoulders. He was trying his best to stop crying “let’s go pack you a bag.”
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You sat on the side of your bed with your backpack on the floor in front of you. It was packed with things you would need on a trip. You were usually excited for trips, but you held hate for this one. You closed your eyes trying to keep the tears pricking at the sides of your eyes from falling. You were in your room waiting for Lisa and her friends. They were in your kitchen with your dad, laughing and having breakfast. Once they finished you would start the journey with them to Goldenhills. Every time you heard them laugh you got increasingly upset. How could they be so happy? You didn’t know any of the girls, but you already hated them.
They were so happy even though they knew what you were going through. You looked outside seeing Khaan. He was tacked up ready for the journey. His head hung low, and his ears were pinned to the back of his head. You knew he was feeling like you. You wished again that he could talk, so he could tell you how he felt. You stood up when you heard a knock at your door. “Come in” your voice was rough from crying. You expected your dad to walk in, but instead of your dad, a girl walked in. She was dressed in fancy riding gear. Her hair was blonde with pretty pink highlights in it. If you had met in different circumstances, you would have complimented her hair, but right now you didn’t even want to see her.
She walked to you holding her hand out when she got near you, and she gave you a confident smile “my name is Anne.” She wanted you to shake her hand “and yours is?” You told her your name, but you didn’t shake her hand making your meeting awkward for her. Anne laughed nervously, and she looked at the door. More girls stood at the door watching you two. “That’s Alex” she pointed to a girl who was dressed in a very comfy looking style. Alex waved at you giving you a smile. “That’s Linda” she pointed to a girl standing next to Alex. The girl had cute round glasses and a very comfy looking cardigan on. You wished you had met all of them in a different situation so you could have complemented their styles.
Linda was already smiling, but her smile got wider when she was introduced, and she said, “nice to meet you!” Anne pointed to the last girl in her group. “And that’s Lisa” Lisa waved standing awkwardly at your door. Anne looked back at you “but you already knew that.” She was trying to be friendly with you, you didn’t laugh or smile. You just stood with a neutral look trying to hide how much you hated everyone in your room.
Anne was hoping you were just shy, and that’s why you weren’t talking but she knew better. She nervously wiped her hands on her pants. “Well uh-“ usually Anne spoke clearly, but your anger made her nervous. “We are leaving now” she walked to the door going to her friends “we’ll wait for you to say goodbye.” Anne smiled at you again. This time her smile was nervous. She held no confidence you took it all from her “we’ll be outside.”
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Being a person outside the fandom and I think a lot of people here weren't until Elvis (2022) came out and I'm still not in the fandom but I wanted your opinion, don't you think Priscilla should have lived a life without Elvis? like since she was a kid she lived elvis, she doesn't know what life is without elvis, and i understand her honoring his image but you don't think she could when she got divorced and even when he passed away like 'stay away' from his image? obviously it's something she must like otherwise she wouldn't be doing it but idk i feel she could have been more, have an image for her without having her ex husband's name attached to it. And I'm not criticizing her willingness to do justice but don't she get tired of living a sort of Elvis Elvis Elvis Elvis? And I keep checking Linda's Instagram too and it's like idk, it feels that they can't get over the past, i know it was your partner you loved but idk you move on? 😭 it's just a feeling that i have
(Also, hypothetically if Priscilla was more distant maybe doesn't lessen the hate she gets?)
i think the short answer is “grief is hard and sad and weird”.
but re: priscilla, she couldn’t /really/ escape it at least in the ‘early years’ after his death given that she was the mother of his child. when e died his dad become the executor of his estate, and when vernon died two years later he put priscilla in charge until lisa turned 25, and she formed what we now know as EPE (elvis presley enterprises).
this (long) la times article from 1989 is a really good explainer of all that ^ but the tldr of it that the estate was in massive massive money trouble when priscilla took over. and she didn’t even *want* to turn graceland into a tourist thing, but when it was down to the wire it was lose/sell graceland, or figure out some way to save it and bring it money. so she made the decision to go forward with opening it, and the gamble paid off tenfold.
all that to say, she put so much into the estate after elvis died that i imagine saying well okay, lisa’s 25 now bye y’all! felt like, understandably, a very very hard ask. not to mention that she was doing all of that while grieving the man. a lot of people in their lives, her and allegedly elvis included, never truly thought the door was closed between them and assumed they’d eventually get back together. then he died, and all the “maybe somedays” died with him, something i imagine was soul destroying to process. i think being so involved with his legacy and his fans helped her in that grief, even if she isn’t loved and adored by all of them. and it probably feels especially more 💔❤️‍🩹 now that lisa is gone. i’ve seen some really nasty instagram comments about her current tour in london acting scandalized that she “can even leave the house right now”. but being surrounded by and talking to people who loved e and loved their baby girl is, tbvh, probably the glue holding her together. (and apparently navarone said something to this effect on a recent instagram live).
re linda…i do not like her. i don’t find “well she likes a lot of instagram comments!” an excuse for the comment she liked after lisa’s death saying cilla didn’t give her love when she’s a grown woman capable of reading. and capable of not liking comments that are so nasty about a grieving mother. but. but. i do feel for her even so. she did a lot for elvis when they were together, saved his life multiple times and was for all intents and purposes a really good partner. i’d go as far as saying that if he was with her in his final couple years he might’ve lived.
i’m almost positive she’s had that thought too, and i can’t even begin to imagine trying to process and live with that type of grief. i may not be a fan, but i do have a lot of empathy for the woman outside of her reckless instagram habits. and understand why she continues to talk about him and grieve him (and now yisa 💔) publicly.
i hope all of this made sense! and if anyone has any other ‘hey i’m moreso in the austin fandom but can you explain xyz presley thing’ questions i’m more than happy to answer as best i can. ❤️
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @beautyofsorrow, tagging @lordgrimwing @faebriel and anyone else who wants to do it!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
publicly associated with my account, 45. in total, including a couple i orphaned before i knew you could put them on anon, 84 i believe. 85 if you count the two chapters of that leakira zine i wrote that are up there somewhere. i could be off. but i forgot how to get to where it shows me the total number and i can't be bothered lol.
2. What's your total A03 word count?
438,464 baby. maybe 500k in 2024? who knows.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
ones 90% of you have never heard of, at this point. it fluctuates depending on whatever i'm getting ideas for, but actively at the moment, the mullverse (mostly beyonders), resident evil, and lockwood & co, national treasure (might be done with that tho, i've exhausted my must-writes). i have other stuff knocking around, like life is strange, mona lisa smile, mlp, some more shazam, bendy and the ink machine, a tlou fic...but who knows.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
ugh. 1. in this fearful fallen place (i will be your home) 2. welcome home, theseus 3. sanctuary 4. i'll carry the weight of you, i swear 5. eat you alive. it says a lot that only one of those is still publicly listed on my profile. even then i'm tempted to put it on anon. they're only my top kudos'd by virtue of being from a big fandom. definitely not my best. at all. even within that fandom. free me and my stats page.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
not all of them, but i make an effort when comments are thoughtful or especially brighten my day. it's easier now because writing for smaller very niche fandoms you don't tend to get a lot so i don't feel overwhelmed or anything, but man responding is hard sometimes. i want people to know they made me happy, though, when they do. so i try.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i mean there's that tododeku one where they both die brutally and were supposed to get married next week. there's also the batcat fic that i wrote solely for the purpose of killing bruce wayne (sorry). there's um. also the klance titanic (historical not titanic the movie) au i wrote ages ago. haha. yeah. anyway.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
all of them. hfdsjkhfs no i honestly couldn't tell you. i have a mike flanagan-ass idea of a happy ending these days. maybe three's a crowd? hell if i know.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
i've had a couple instances of people harassing me over them but never like. "your fic is so bad i hate it die". so maybe?? i'm too obscure to be getting hate at this point lol. who out here is gonna read beyonders fic just to comment mean things.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i do not. i did try years ago. that notebook has since been put through the shredder and dumped into the recycling bin for good measure. (yes, it was that bad.)
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
technically no but i've thought about it sometimes. they've all promptly fled my head though so just trust me on this one.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
gee i hope not. there's been a lot of suspicious similarities in some old cases but like. that literally does not matter to me anymore idc. it's not straight up theft in any case so not to my knowledge ig?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
again not to my knowledge but i do have blanket permissions for that if anyone ever wanted to. it's cool.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
back in the 2010s my friend and i were writing a warriors fic together. she did one chapter, i did one, etc. i've had collaborative aus as well (cat's cradle and whatnot) but not a collaboratively written fic for any of them. me and tam were writing the coma au together but we're no longer in the fandom for that anymore, rest in peace coma au you were genuinely wonderful. i'm not opposed to the idea of collab fics but they always feel like a lot of work and i'm way way way too anxious to approach anyone about them.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
ah hell. i dunno. do i have to pick one?? like right in this moment i'd say locklyle and they've been here a hot minute (like. ten years almost) but i don't really have A Favorite I'd Choose Over Anyone Else.
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
mm. penumbra anastasia au haunts me. i want it out of my wips folder. also wild geese is probably never getting finished ever. i do think i'll get split ends done eventually but that one's taking forever. as for ones not posted, well, rip the gospel tent au. i might try to convert it to a short story but lord. i don't know. and don't get me started on the final girl au or the empty grave possession au. throwing myself out a window. they'll never be done i'll never be free.
16. What are your writing strengths?
uh. i honestly don't know anymore. knowing exceedingly tedious canon details to the point where i can make all sorts of metaphors and allusions relevant to said canon? i really couldn't say. introspection i guess.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
yes. next question
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i have an overbearing anxiety that i will fuck it up somehow since i am a monolingual american loser. if i ever did need to i would definitely see if there's any native speakers willing to help translate or whatever bc i am not relying on google translate for that.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
like liv, lord of the rings. i still have my first fanfic btw. it's written on tinkerbell notebook paper.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
it changes. if i were to be completely objective (or as close as i can get), completely removing my emotions on fandom from the equation, prob without anesthetic. because i think i constructed it just right. being a dirty little subjective, right now i think it's three's a crowd or swallowing jupiter or the swing of things. they're all wonderfully unhinged.
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recurring-polynya · 2 years
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~ This is the last TBTP What If? I send you, I swear: Option a) What if Ginrei had been sent in place of Love? Option b) What if Sojun had been sent in place of Lisa? Option c) What if both?
I have stated before that I am just “no thoughts, head empty” when it comes to the Vizard, generally. Like, I like them just fine, I just don’t have anything interesting to say about them.
On the other hand, I have always wanted to write a Soujun story and I’ve never come up with a good hook. The thing I like about option b is that, because Soujun canonically died not super long after the TBTP arc, from Soul Society’s POV, this possibility would be pretty much exactly as in canon up until basically the Fake Karakura Town arc.
Well. Unless the most face-blind teen in Karakura manages to put two and two together.
Did Polynya stay between 500 and 1000 words?: 3049. I will be in the dumpster if you need me.
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“Renji! Hey! Renji!”
The lump of blankets groaned and shifted slightly.
Ichigo looked around for something to poke him with, but Renji was bunking in Urahara’s storage room, and Ichigo really didn't want to touch anything. There was Zabimaru, but it seemed deeply disrespectful to prod a man with his own zanpakutou. He resorted to nudging what he guessed was Renji’s shoulder with his foot.
“Renji, it’s only 9pm. Why are you asleep already? Are you someone’s grandpa?”
The tip of Renji’s nose emerged from the blankets. “Train hard, sleep hard. I did Hikotsu Taihou twelve times today. Leave me alo--Ichigo?” The a pair of squinty eyes joined the nose. “‘Zat you? Where you been, man?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ichigo replied. “Where’s Rukia? She wasn’t at my house.”
Renji started to retreat back under his covers. “‘Where’s Rukia?’ ‘Renji, I can’t find Rukia.’ Is that all the good I am to you? What makes you think I even know where Rukia is?”
“Do you know where Rukia is?”
“Well, yes, she took Inoue back to Soul Society.”
Ichigo felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head. Inoue had left the entire plane, and he’d been so busy training, he hadn’t even noticed. His stomach knotted. His training was important, and obviously, Inoue was in good hands, but still... “For…for Inoue’s protection?” he stammered, immediately hoping that Renji wasn’t awake enough to notice how pathetic he sounded.
Renji was too busy yawning, his already long face stretching out to comic proportions. “Naw,” he said, when he had gotten his jaw back where it belonged. “They went so her and Rukia could punch each other in the face. There aren’t that many safe training areas here in Karakura, and Chad and I are already using the training buttes.”
“I honestly cannot tell if you’re kidding or not, but I am going to take you at your word that Rukia is not available.” Ichigo took a deep breath and hoped against hope that Renji didn’t sleep in the nude. He reached down and, in a move his old man would have been proud of, whipped off Renji’s blanket and hurled it across the room. “Get up. You’ll have to do, instead.”
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Ten minutes later, the two of them set out into the night. Renji was scowling, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Ichigo jerked his chin at the big grump. “I can’t believe you sleep with your hair in a braid.”
“You can fuck right off, it prevents breakage and locks in moisture. You gonna tell me where we’re going, now?”
“The all-night coffee shop down the street.” Ichigo sucked his teeth. “Say, Renji… you know how sometimes you’re a pretty chill dude who does what he knows what’s right in his heart, and other times, you’re a huge, bull-headed shill for the Gotei?”
Renji’s eyebrows furrowed with suspicion. “Yeah, what of it?”
“This is one of those times I need you to be the first one. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“You know I can’t make promises like that.”
“Dude, you’re staying with a guy who was banished from Soul Society for unforgivable crimes.”
“Believe me, no one hates that fact more than me. Besides, the higher-ups know about him, they’re just pretending they don’t.”
“I’m only bringing you because Rukia isn’t available. I tell you, Rukia would be copacetic with this.”
“Rukia doesn’t have to write official mission reports and then give them to her brother to sign.”
“I’m almost positive that Byakuya would let this slide, too.”
Renji stopped dead in his stride. “Who are we going to see, Ichigo?”
“You’ll see,” Ichigo replied, as he closed his eyes and kept walking.
“No promises!”
Ichigo knew Renji well enough though, to recognize that he had what he needed in that shouty defensiveness. Rukia sometimes insisted on extracting ceremonial promises from the man, and Ichigo often wondered if she realized how unnecessary it was. “I’m just trusting you to be a bro, then.”
There was a heavy sigh, and then some heavier footsteps as Renji trotted to catch up again.
The coffee shop was painfully dated, and not in a cool retro way. Isshin hung out there occasionally, for the purposes of checking in with some of his older patients who didn’t always come by the clinic when something was bothering them. The seats were big banquettes covered in old, cracked red vinyl. The smell of coffee only took the edge off the cloying undertone of cigarette smoke.
Ichigo had a flash of misgiving at having left a person from Soul Society out of his sight for an entire fifteen minutes, even though, strictly speaking, he was the one who wasn’t supposed to leave the Vizards’ warehouse hideout without a chaperone. Fortunately, the chaperone in question was exactly where Ichigo had left him, although he had since obtained a cup of coffee and a large slice of sweet potato pie.
“You’re back!” he said cheerfully as Ichigo and Renji slid into the seat across from him.
“So…” Ichigo said slowly. “The person I wanted you to meet wasn’t available. This guy’ll have to do.” He jerked his head to the left. “This is Renji. He’s Byakuya’s vice-captain.” Ichigo paused. “Renji, this is Soujun. He’s one of the people I’m training with. He’s… um…well…”
A strangled choking noise was coming out of Renji. “You’re…you’re Kuchiki Soujun. You disappeared a hundred years ago.”
“How did you know?” Ichigo asked, surprised. Soujun looked mildly embarrassed, his cheeks coloring slightly.
“Dumbass, look at him! All Kuchiki look like that!” Renji’s face suddenly paled. “Ichigo, you know he’s not just…any…Kuchiki, right?”
“Well, yeah, ‘cause he told me.” Ichigo hadn’t actually expected Renji to know Byakuya’s dad by name, but on the other hand, he’d always been of the impression that Renji slept with a huge scrapbook of Byakuya’s stat sheets and press-clippings under his pillow. Furthermore, out of all the Vizard, Soujun was by far the most normal looking, with his floppy haircut and his math teacher sweaters and his wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like a neighbor you’d see buying bok choy at the supermarket or waving to you on the way home from school as he pruned his boxwoods. Ichigo had seen swap between that snarling samurai-faceplate of a mask away and his doe-eyed, kindly dad-face a dozen times already, and he still had trouble believing that a Hollow lurked beneath the surface of Soujun’s soul.
“Hello there, gentlemen.” An elderly waitress with a nasally voice greeted them. “Can I get you anything?”
“Coffee,” Ichigo replied.
“Coffee,” Renji seconded.
“Since when do you drink coffee?” Ichigo demanded.
“Chad turned me onto it!”
“You sure you want to drink it this late at night, Grandpa?”
“You woke me up, and it helps me think, so shut it.”
“Bring them each some of this pie,” Soujun added. “It’s got really wonderful flavor! I think it’s the nutmeg.”
“Thanks, sweetie!” The waitress gave Soujun an all-too-saucy wink that made Ichigo shudder deep in his soul. “Be right back.”
Ichigo briefly considered if they ought to be more circumspect about their discussion topic, but he figured that ancient all-night diner waitresses must hear all manner of crazy stuff and probably believed almost none of it.
Soujun was squinting curiously at Renji. “Which…which branch are you from? You aren’t… you aren’t related to Kuchiki Kouga, are you? My sister was sent away so shortly after his death… oh… oh no…”
“I am not related to you at all, sir!” Renji sputtered, waving his hands frantically. “100% Rukon-stock, me!”
Soujun’s face screwed up in confusion. “You…must have married in, then?”
A loud snort escaped through Ichigo’s nose, and Renji stomped on his foot under the table. A stony cast had come over Renji’s face that took Ichigo strangely back to the second time they fought each other.
“I’m not connected to the family at all. I realize that’s unusual, and if you’re pissed off about it, you’re not alone.”
Soujun blinked, confused. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it! I just…” He sighed.
“You’re such an ass,” Ichigo kicked Renji in the ankle. Unfortunately, Renji was wearing leather boots, and Ichigo’s toes took the worst of it. “He just wanted to know how Byakuya is doing and I didn’t know anything beyond the basics. He’s a super nice guy, so get outta here with that chip on your shoulder.”
Soujun waved his hands, an exact mirror of Renji thirty seconds before. “No, no, Ichigo! I can only imagine how my family reacted, and it would be very natural to assume I would have similar feelings!” He sighed and then carefully arranged his face back into his usual cheerful smile. It would have been mildly creepy if Ichigo hadn’t seen Rukia do the same thing a dozen times. There was probably a whole chapter on it in the Kuchiki Textbook. “There’s no Heir, is there, Lieutenant?”
“No,” Renji replied frankly. “Captain Kuchiki was married briefly, but Lady Hisana passed away before they had children.”
Soujun’s face fell. “He’s alone, then. Ichigo said that Byakuya is clan head, so I assume my father has passed.”
“Well, he’s got Rukia!” Renji defended. “Lady Hisana’s sister. He adopted her.”
“She’s the one I wanted you to meet, but she had to go back to Soul Society,” Ichigo clarified.
“And Captain Kuchiki Emeritus is still kicking around! He retired and lives up North Rukongai way. My impression was he did that to show how much confidence he had in Captain Kuchiki, y’know, when he turned over the reins.”
“Oh!” A strange look came over Soujun’s face. If there was something he was going to say, though, he held it, as pie and coffee arrived, including a refill for Soujun.
Renji played with his fork as he watched the waitress depart again, then turned back to Soujun. “Look, I don’t want to be rude here, but I gotta ask… where have you been, Lieutenant Kuchiki? It’s been, what, a century?” His nostrils flared briefly. “Don’t mean to be pushy, but Soul Society’s got a lot of enemies right now and you’re asking me to speak freely about a man I’m duty-bound to protect.”
Ichigo watched both of them as he chewed his pie slowly. The fact was, all of the Vizard had been maddeningly noncommittal about what their stake was in the coming conflict. It actually hadn’t occurred to him that Soujun had been a lieutenant, but he supposed it made sense, being Byakuya’s dad and all.
Soujun took a long sip of his coffee and very carefully put his cup back down again, turning it with his fingertips until the handle pointed exactly to the right. “I’m sorry, I never caught your family name.”
“It’s Abarai.”
“Lieutenant Abarai. It’s your title now, not mine. And as someone who once held that title, not to mention the father of the man in question, I appreciate your circumspection. May I ask…what do you know about my disappearance?”
Renji took a bite of pie. “This is good pie.”
Soujun beamed. “I told you!”
Renji took a deep breath. “You know how Soul Society is,” he said slowly. “It likes to forget. It especially likes to forget the things it isn’t proud of. You were ‘lost.’ That’s what people say. After twenty years, they fill out a death certificate and close your file, but people still say ‘lost.’ Lotta vice-captains get lost. It’s a shit job, but I’m sure you know that.”
Soujun gave a soft snort through his nose.
Renji pretended to be engrossed in dumping a rather upsetting quantity of sugar into his coffee. “But if you know who to ask, there are always people in Soul Society who remember.”
Soujun narrowed his eyes while Renji tasted his coffee, and then proceeded to add even more sugar to it.
“So while it doesn’t get talked about too much, I happen to know you didn’t get lost by yourself. I also happen to know that some important people got banished not long after, which mighta been warranted or it might be some classic Soul Society scapegoating, who’s to say?”
A chill ran down Ichigo’s spine. Was Renji talking about Urahara and Yoruichi? None of the Vizard had ever mentioned them, but it suddenly defied belief that they wouldn’t know about one another. Then again, Soul Society probably banished a lot of people.
Also, since when did Renji know things? Ichigo had expected him to be at least as confused as Ichigo himself had been upon meeting the Vizard. He sure did hope Renji was gonna stick to that chill bro thing.
“But you don’t know what happened to us.”
“My understanding,” Renji replied, while vigorously stabbing off an over-large bite of pie, “is that information was restricted to the captain level.”
Soujun gave off a rueful laugh. “Ah! So my father knows. Perfect.”
“Would you come back if you could?” Renji asked, and there was a weight to the question that Ichigo hadn’t expected.
“Yes,” Soujun replied instantly. “I would anyway. I can’t speak for the others.”
Renji tipped his head to one side, as if he were talking to Ichigo. “Hollows are nasty creatures. Sometimes they can fuck you up without killing you. All shinigami understand this. A shinigami would rather face a noble death than become the thing we hunt.” Renji shrugged. “In theory. In practice, one of the reasons so many people get ‘lost’ is ‘cause it’s a lot nicer than saying we had to hunt ‘em down as a monster.”
“We’re not monsters,” Soujun said stiffly. “We pose no danger to innocent souls.”
“Why not report back, then?”
“That wasn’t the case at first. We’ve got a handle on it now. But…well, historically, the leaders of Soul Society have been much less willing to listen to reason than you, Lieutenant. In classic Soul Society jurisprudence, you get declared dead after twenty years missing, but an execution order is good until it’s rescinded. Furthermore, there’s…some business that we need to take care of. But when that’s done…well, some of us would like to try. To come back. I guess…what I really want to know is…” He squeezed his hands into fists. “Byakuya always liked things to be clear-cut. He always wanted to do what was right, he always wanted to follow the rules. I just want to know if he would want to see me again.” He sighed. “Or if he would rather I just stayed lost.”
Ichigo chewed the inside of his cheek, wondering what he would say, if he were the one who had to answer this question.
“He still likes his rules, for sure,” Renji said airly, scraping the last of his pie from his plate. “But he knows people are more important. At least the people he cares about.” He ate the crumbs off his fork. “Which doesn’t add up to very many people, to be honest, but I’m absolutely sure you’re one of ‘em.”
Soujun’s eyes had gone very soft and very misty.
Renji jerked his chin at Ichigo, and in the exact same gruff tone of voice that Rukia used when she felt things were starting to go sappy, grunted “Oi, Ichigo, you gonna eat that pie? I’ll take it if you don’t want it.”
Ichigo realized suddenly that he hadn’t even touched his. “Try it and you’ll pull back a stump,” he snapped.
“I’ll buy you more pie,” Soujun promised Renji.
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A short time later, Ichigo and Renji stood in front of the diner while Soujun settled the bill.
“Thanks for trusting me on this,” Ichigo mumbled. “I understand how you’re putting your neck out.”
Renji squinted up at the stars. His breath was visible in the cold air. “I got a lot of plausible deniability on this one. So I ran into some guy in the Living World who’s got the same nose as my captain. How was I t’know? This is what the Gotei gets for pretendin’ people are dead and tryin’ to forget them away.” He was thoughtful for a moment. “By the way, you can tell Captain Outoribashi that his old lieutenant still misses him and rails about his disappearance to her son and his shithead friends when she’s had too much to drink.”
“Captain?” Ichigo echoed.
Renji looked back down at Ichigo, cocking an eyebrow. “Pay attention to what’s around you, kid.”
Ichigo suddenly wanted to tell Renji everything, to ask for his advice. Renji had just extended an enormous amount of trust to him, and he didn’t even know what the Vizard were, what they were capable of. “You weren’t lying, were you? I mean…you really don’t know what happened to Soujun and the others. It’s not just--”
“Did I say I didn’t know?” Renji interrupted. “Think about the time you fought my captain, Ichigo. Think real hard about it.”
Realization crashed into Ichigo like a Rukongai boar. Byakuya had seen him turn into a Hollow. The man had barely reacted to it, which Ichigo hadn’t thought much about, because he was busy trying not to be a Hollow at the time, but looking back on it, it wasn’t a non-reaction, it was a controlled reaction. Which was pretty in-character for Byakuya, sure, but you’d think that most Gotei captains would at least be a little surprised by the idea of a shinigami who could pull out a mask. And…and Rukia had known about his Hollow, although she’d never said how. Renji said the captains at the time had been told the truth…and Byakuya’s grandfather had been a captain…
Ichigo’s eyes darted back to Renji, who was just watching him patiently. “Byakuya knew?”
“He didn’t know, but can recognize a trail when he sees one. Geez, dummy, do you really think I would be staying at Urahara’s if I wasn’t under Captain’s private orders to try to get some info outta that guy?”
Ichigo realized he was making the face of a landed fish.
“Speakin’ of which, I’m not a huge fan of this training you’re up to, but I’m trusting you that you think it’s necessary. If you can bust out again, though, come see me.” A smug smile crept across his face. “I will be at Chad’s.”
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angelsswirl · 2 years
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Whatever Makes You Happy
Sell your soul, not your whole self
Notes: this story has been finished! Now i just need to finish posting/converting it on here
Wrd Cnt: 1.2k
Rating: M
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"When I wake up, I'm afraid somebody else might take my place. When I wake up, I'm afraid somebody else might end up being me."
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"You look mad." You said as you rounded the corner from your room into the kitchen of the penthouse.
Lisa thought about relaxing her jaw, but she seemed to be in a permanent state of clenching after recent events.
"This is just my face." And she wasn't lying. This would just have to be her face from now on.
You shook your head playfully. You walked over to the fridge, planning to prepare a mid-day snack for the boys. They ate so much already you hated to see what monster Lisa's grocery bill was going to manifest itself into when they hit puberty.
"No. It's not just your face. Something is bothering you. Wanna talk about it?"
Lisa's face took on a soured expression, "Not particularly."
You sat down the bowl of strawberries you had acquired and sat down on the couch next to Lisa. There was little distance between the two of you and neither of you bothered to remedy that even when the twins stumbled into the room in search of their snack.
Not that the boys paid you any mind as soon as they locked onto their food target.
"Y'know, I find you 30 percent less attractive when you stare at the ceiling and brood." You said as you relaxed into the warmth coming from Lisa's side.
"No you don't."
"Cocky, much?"
Lisa smirked, "I-"
"I dare you to finish that sentence. And say it loud enough so the twins can hear it too." You raised a recently sculpted eyebrow.
Lisa paused, "No. I don't think I will."
"Smart. Now. What's bothering you?"
There was an itch at the back of Lisa's brain, telling her to keep her mouth shut, or make something up, at the very least ballet twirl around the subject. But the way you're looking at her, with all that sincerity in your big doe eyes, Lisa has no real choice but to tell truth.
"My parents pushed up the wedding again. Also they think you and Chaeng are seeing each other..."
"Oh." The boys were long gone by now, sneaking away with the strawberries as if they weren't supposed to have them, but to you this felt as good a time as any to put some distance between yourselves now.
Lisa placed a firm grip on your thigh to keep you from getting too far, "Stay."
You swallowed deeply, the urge thoroughly quenched, "Why?" Neither of you were really sure what you were asking about in particular, but Lisa spoke up anyway.
"Remember when we were trying to fix Chris and Moon? Fuck lot of good that did. Yeah, somehow, my parents got ahold of photos from a video of us that day and are performing their best rendition of Damage Control: The Remix featuring Kang Seulgi by pushing up the wedding date. Chaeng was just saving my ass."
"You didn't try to kill her, did you?"
"Not for longer than ten seconds, no. You should be proud of me, actually."
"What's the new wedding date?"
Lisa swallowed, "You really know how to ask the hard questions, huh?"
You jumped up from the couch, throwing your hands up in exasperation, "That soon, Lisa!?"
"If by that soon you mean in one week? Then yes. That soon."
Your eyes almost bulged out of your head, "A fucking week, Manoban?!"
"Lisa. And yes. Look, Y/N, if I could stop it, I would. But-"
You crossed your arms over your chest, "You could stop it. You just won't."
"You don't get it." It was Lisa's turn to spring off the couch in vexation. She squeezed her hands together in annoyance.
"Sure, I do. You've explained your plight plenty of times, Lisa. I'm just not sure I can bring myself to care anymore."
"Y/N-"
"I've been seeing this from your point of view since we started, but can you think about this from my perspective for once? You said it yourself, 'Who were we kidding'. You were always going to get married. And I was always going to be nothing but the damn nanny. I have too much respect for myself to knowingly be the side chick of a married woman. Whether it's a marriage of convenience or not."
Lisa bit the inside of her bottom lip, she rubbed at the space between her eyes with a shaky sigh, "So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying...consider this me putting in my 'two' weeks notice. I work for you up until the wedding and then? I'm out of here."
Lisa is silent for all of five milliseconds, "Is there any way I can get you to change your mind?"
You chuckled darkly, "There always is."
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"Any luck on figuring out how Mom and Dad got those photos?" Lisa asked as she practically burst into Chaeyoung's office. She wasn't surprised to see Jungkook napping on the tan leather couch in the corner, completely unperturbed by her loud entrance.
Chaeyoung made a face, "Damn. Is this how you feel when I break and enter into your office? Violated?"
"Yes. Payback's a bitch. Now, answer the question."
"Shhhhhhh." Jungkook hissed from the corner of the room at Lisa. If Lisa wasn't looking she wouldn't have even believed that her cousin had made the sound. Jungkook had barely moved.
"You're grown. Stop napping."
Jungkook flopped onto his other side, making sure to flip his middle finger over his back for good measure.
"No. It's sort of hard to play detective when you don't have the resources. Just relying on 'he said, she said' here and nobody is fucking saying!" Chaeyoung said as she poked and prodded at her keyboard. Pouring over the same security footage she had been for the last three days.
"What did Taeyoung, the photographer, say?"
"The same thing Chris and Moon said 'I didn't see anything.' But then I used the patented Manoban Glare Of Disapproval and he started spilling his guts."
"What did he say?" Lisa sat forward in her chair with anticipation.
"Oh. Sorry to get your hopes up. I should have worded that better. He did spill his guts, but it was nothing particularly useful. He said that he returned the SD Card from his camera to the production room like he always does. After that, he wouldn't know what happened to it. If something happened to it, rather. Only thing out of the ordinary he saw was Seulgi later in the week, but you knew she was here because she popped up to your office that day."
Lisa nodded along with a deep sigh. All of that checked. She pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. She needed to figure out how her parents got them to see if there was any real threat of them getting to the tabloids.
The downward slope on the company's stock would be so steep you'd have to sign a waiver to ride it to the bottom. Though, with the way things were going in her life, the tower of terror that was her company, seemed to be the least of her problems.
"Alright. Well, thanks for the help. I'll go have a very heavily detailed talk with security and then we'll figure it out from there. I guess." She hated being unsure about absolutely anything ever, unfortunately the feeling was becoming her natural state of being.
"I'll keep an ear out. And Jungkook will too."
Jungkook only snored loudly in protest.
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I think it’s a case of ‘I have several images of them looking hot and they have melded together in this ever shifting reference in my brain that is 100% impossible to draw’ or maybe I just need to practice more… so much effortttt uuuurrrgghhhhhhHHhhhhHHHHH why can’t I draw them hot straight away :c I want to project what I see in my brain on the screen IMMEDIATELY.
Glad ur getting used to ur glasses! Yeah… making appointments isn’t fun… I hate phone calls, they are never fun and it’s a shame that as the years progress, the probability of making calls just increases🥲
!!! I did sociology at a-level too omg. Uni socio is v different to a-level I think but tbh it’s probably the whole citations and bibliography things that made it feel different. It filled me with dread too lol but at least I’m not in medicine or smth. Bless those souls…
Yeah data analytics isn’t fun :( I just wanna get qualifications so I can get HIRED. Thanks for the luck tho c: hope uni is going alright for u tooooooo.
The smooth brain club has a branch group for alphabet soup brain and u can have joint membership for both <333
I’ll be free of uni… but my student discounts </3
- Uni student anon yay!
yes exactly!! i have so much respect for artists who are incredible at capturing likeness and i hope to one day achieve it myself, they are so skilled and it’s amazing how some folks do it- that being said practice is my enemy i don’t like that guy (and i can’t draw anyway cos my arm is still messing with me >:[ )
YES YOU GET IT what do you mean this scribble i did in five minutes doesn’t look like the Mona Lisa of it in my head?? yes i know i didnt even attempt to colour it but STILL
the way it genuinely saddens me is like… okay not that bad but i will never be a fan of it!! that being said i made the appointment :) but that means i have to go to an appointment :( might mean contacts for me tho!! idk chances are i will also not be able to put them in but im going to try,,
i’m sure that it is omg, huge respect for doing it at uni honestly it seems like such a big area that certainly intimidates me!! but even the thought of putting a bibliography on a soc thing omg- i struggle for it in art let alone that!! im basically just praising you here cos you deserve it, i love subjects like that but could never study them at a higher level so i love it for you- besides the analytics i hope you get hired for it but the analytics themselves can GET GONE
YAAAAYY thank you lovie, maybe we can get discounts for being smooth brain/soup brain instead…?? i think that should count, it’s the aftermath of being a student so what’s the difference really??
ily friend and i hope you’re having a good week :)
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i know hamilton is hashtag problematic but dear theodosia is SUCH A GOOD BRAD AND BUDDY SONG it hurts my fucking heart!!!! i am now going to break it down lyric by lyric bc of hashtag fixation i love them SO MUCH!!!!!!!
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starting with buddy as a baby. so a bit different here but i always thought of brad as seeing buddy with lisa's eyes, maybe when he's hallucinating from joy or trauma or close to passing out drunk. her eyes are brown/hazel (sorta OT but i hc buddy as being mixed white and japanese), but sometimes he sees lisa's blue eyes and he's terrified that he'll make the same mistakes his father did or the same mistakes he did as an older brother. last line is self explanatory.
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brad and his friends putting time into making their home bigger, getting things to make it easier to take care of a child. probably stealing or scavenging around for things like baby formula, toys, things for her to do since she has to stay inside. brad didn't grow up in a home where he was allowed to have things, so he wants buddy to have everything she can. he loves her. every little thing she does amazes him.
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buddy grows up in new olathe, and it's wild, untamed, insane with grief and nihilism and anarchy, the dust is starting to settle and groups are forming, and brad has to deal with raising buddy in a world that he doesn't recognize. they're all learning about it together. and he knows that he would kill anyone as many times as he needs to to keep her safe. he teaches her to fight, teaches her how to kill. he passes his knowledge on to her. he passes his trauma to her, too, he continues the cycle of abuse. but he believes in her. he praises her when her aim is true and she's fast and strong. she impresses him every day. he loves her.
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kinda self explanatory, but i fucking LOVE "there is so much more inside me now". brad felt empty, lifeless, worthless, self-hating and guilty for so many years. he finds buddy and suddenly he feels like he has purpose again. this is his second (third, sort of, if you count dustin) chance at being able to take care of someone, and maybe he can do it right this time. he loves her so much and all of these new feelings are so overwhelming. i think one of the reasons why he keeps turning back to drugs and alcohol is because he doesn't know what to do with his feelings, because he doesn't know what love looks like.
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brad's father wasn't not around, but he sure wasn't a good fucking father for his kids. brad knows he'll make mistakes. he doesn't fully believe in himself. but he'll do whatever it takes to keep buddy safe. he will kill anyone who comes across her. he will keep her safe no matter the cost. and now, take it further to the events of Painful - as brad crosses the land looking for her, by killing everyone in his path, everyone who could be a threat to her, he believes he's making the world safer for her.
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i like to think of this as a fast forward to the end of Painful and into Joyful. in the time buddy's spent outside, things have been brutal. she's been maimed, chased, threatened, probably nearly killed, traumatized not just from her father but from the world around her and all the people who wanted to use her. all the gangs fighting each other, men turning on each other, all bleeding and fighting for her. brad killing most of rando's army for her. the foundation brad laid for her was anger, violence, drug addiction, vengeance, and he's passed that all to her, and she carries it with her into Joyful. she blows them all away, literally, by killing everyone in her path, taking up brad's mantle after he died, finishing what he started.
it's fucking incredible i love it so much i LOVE THEM
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You know I was watching the movie Friends the reunion movie of 2021 with Rachel , Monica and Lisa Kudrow and Joey Triviani you gotta watch it and it showed me that all the people from my old life all my friends and family moved on from me 😭 yeah they moved on but Rachel was going in about us throwing a baseball ⚾ to each other from the movie mobsters 1991 that movie mobsters and now I got all these deals on the table for me and the stars why don't you guys reunite and be friends again I said yeah I miss my friends and family I would be friends with them again I truly would I miss them so when we get around each other we can fight like the garage scene in the movie mobsters we could that blackeyes for everybody and then we go on to run my corporation together I'm funny you would like me as a boss I would hire people to run my businesses for me and stay to myself I truly forgive people like I truly forgive you and I moved on from any drama their was between us we can be friends again and Im a come through chill for a minute guy then I'm out I'm always working on the next thing Idea or plans I got going on and Funny I just found out that 50 Cent and French Montana is my makers like I was hired to clean up New York City clean it up look at my New York City accomplishments I did that like its now finish the job tell 50 Cent and French to finish the job I mean quiet is kept they made me thank you to them and then he Canaan means that from his show power that he is your maker he never really like put his hand on me and made sure I was aight for myself Im mean I'm a grown man since they hired me and I can get my own job or get or educate myself into my own employment and get my own apartment or place to live I don't need no counselor to do that for me plus they never do their job anyway so it is like I'm from Here New York and own sone of it now they used me for politics bro no lie and then when I started talking putting money in my pocket they got a problem with that some body call 50 Cent pretty out of the mirror like he said to puff censor him there and tell him to finish helping me get me a little team and work with me on my business ideas 💡 🌟 you know what is as long I've known me people have had voodoo mind control on me and paralyze me physically now paralyze me with fear in their trap thank Jay Z , Beyonce , Keanu Reeves , Michael B Jordan for stepping up to the plate and trying to get me my freedom from those traps they got me in and recently Donald Trump he said to me on the news to fight like hell to get out of there I'm trying and Nicki got me my education my own library thank you sis to free myself from any trap or hell they try to put me in but darn tell 50 Cent and French Montana to finish the job they started they had it plan to put me on or put me back together and until that comeback I was just a rumor .
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I just heard they was a get back a comeback in this story and I want in on that I got my second stage theatre in New York City so I'm stuck doing music anyway I'm drawing mines I like Heartless Kanye West Video from 808 and Heartbreaks and Im drawing my character as Edris Elba and I got my second stage theatre symbolizing my second chance in life I can do music even with a regular job part time musician that's hot and Beyonce called me on the back of the AD magazine Architectural Design magazine you could see it shout out to Houston Texas and Nicki and Cardi said they would let me pitch to them like it's no sweat off them plus I need those deals they are billion dollars deal and I could get my education in the process to better myself and create a better life for myself thank you Nicki I got a good track record in politics so I know I can do business I got a business education history so it should be easy for me now .
Congratulations to Vado the rapper from Harlem for his huge success in his music career and business , see you soon .
It seems like the industry was hating on me they didn't want to let me in they dropped me like I said I'm good and Jay and Beyonce ain't down with them and Jay told me yeah forever and I'm everywhere you turn in New York City you see my name and own everything now so I will be aight in life , thank you but no thank you I don't hate you , I forgive you .
Thank you to my library and it's team for the books how can I ever repay you , thank you so much for the gift .
I got JFK and his book of speeches and letters , Barack Obama my boy that's my homey and friend and my role model as with Martin Luther King JR I cry tears of Joy , thank you I love you so much and I love John F Kennedy he is my favorite president and FDR and his first 100 days in office and his accomplishments .
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This was my last post I promise unless it's music or more politics I wanted to help Africa a little more with the irrigation of the soil and third world countries like growing 🥗 vegetables and 🍓 fruits out of soil that doesn't allow them to grow but I know their is machinery and tilling that helps the soil I sponsor that for them but they aight I got my own life to think about and a mean book collection that I'm reading through now all is forgiven let's move forward . Congratulations to Citibikes I support your new poster board with the woman on the bike 🚲 and the sign is saying that bikes are fun for a whole family , Heart Healthy and at a low cost and affordable if you are on a budget like me for $ 5 dollars monthly on your debit card don't be ashamed because you love yourself and bike riding is fun anyway and any form of exercise is fun you can start by just walking for an hour in your neighborhood park , jogging but bike riding is you getting out of your immediate neighborhood and seeing the greater parts of New York I support Citibikes because I don't want you to discontinue your services go enjoy Citibikes mom and dad with your kids and have fun and leave your worries behind and it is good for your health and affordable now for all New Yorkers I love it , more Citibikes is in order from me I sponsor them they are good for my city and the neighborhoods I grew up in NYCHA the Projects the hood sponsors Citibikes we love them .
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Lost Cause
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I followed both of the men. One had a buzz cut his hair black and the man next to him had long black hair. They walked fast. Having to keep up with the pace. 
We then got to the office and I looked at Violet. "Hello Miss." I said to her as I waved to her. I hated her so much. I sat down in a chair that was in front of her. She had both her hands on her desk. 
"Andrew and Gorge, you may leave now. I will let you guys back in once needed." She spoke with no emotion. 
And then the door closed quickly. She looked down to look at me, her hair straight and black. Her skin is light brown and her eyes dark like her soul. 
"I haven't seen you here in this office Mia. I'm proud of you for that."
"Yes Miss." I said as I looked back down to my feet. Where is Lisa? I thought she should be here by now.  
"Look at me Mia." She said with a bit of anger in her voice. 
I looked back at her looking at her face. 
"Good. Now Miss Lisa said that she could no longer take," but then she stopped taking. "Is that shock on your face darling?" She asked. 
I knew she was afraid but I didn't think much of it. She wouldn't just leave me here. I wasn't insane. "Sorry." I whispered to her. 
"No need to apologize, just don't act like this isn't your fault."
My hand turned into a fist. Who did she think she was? This wasn't my fault all these voices I- I couldn't control them. And I tried for a very long time but I just couldn't. But I nodded my head listening to her because they wouldn't believe me. "Who will look after me?" I asked her. 
She looked at me for a second but then picked up a brown box from the floor.  And she set it down the table sliding it down so I could still see her face. But now there was some blood dripping from her nose. 
"Are you alright?" I asked her. She cleaned the nose bleed with her sweater sleeve and ignored my question. 
"Mia Milton, I need you to tell me what you told me when you first got here?" She said with a straight face. 
"You told me never to talk about that. I never told anyone miss." I told her I was worried. I told no living soul of what happened to my family, not even Zada or Lisa.  
"Tell me now." She said angrily. 
I knew Violet was hateful but she was never like this. Maybe she said a cruel joke but this is something else. "Ok." I whispered to myself. "It was night when it happened," I paused, looking at Violet. Maybe she would change her mind, maybe there was something wrong but she waited for me to keep talking. "I was sleeping, so was Faith. She was my younger sister who no one believed I had."
"Why did no one believe you?" Violet asked. 
"There were no records of her being born and people say they have never seen her. Only me."
"Do you think she's real or you made her up in your head?"
I looked down to the floor now, my heart being ripped out of my chest. Tears started to leak from my eyes and my eyes began to burn. 
"Answer the question."
I tried my best to pull myself together. I looked back at her and said" the more people told me she wasn't real I believed it. I believed that she wasn't actually my sister but someone who I made up to not be alone."
"What about your mother Anna Milton?"  
"She tried her best to be the best mother she could but it never really worked out. She told me she had to go with friends to do something important. More important than us I guess. But one day she just disappeared out of thin air." A tear was now in my check rolling down to the floor. 
"What about Faith?"
I wiped my tears when I responded "Faith..  She just left just like Anna did. Left no trace to find them. And then I was alone for a whole month until I was no longer able to maintain myself. I was hungry and I didn't want to go into a foster home so I stole food a couple times until I got caught and put into foster home." I said having both my hands on my side. The feeling of starvation came to me. They left me alone to die. And they told me nothing. 
"Have you been in contact with them since?"
"No." I said, shaking my head. After I spoke I felt pain in my stomach and I stood up leaving the chair. I looked back at Violet who was now at her feet. 
"What 's wrong Mia?"
But I couldn't contain it. I was now on the floor and I was covering myself. Blood coming from my ears. I began to scream the pain leaving out of me. And something else I didn't know left me that moment. My eyes were shut, not seeing anything. But I enjoyed it so much. I then stopped gassing for air. I turned around to not see Violet. Hopefully she wouldn't put me in another year of the mental Institute.
"She's as good as dead." I heard the whisper inside my head. 
 I turned my head ignoring the voice  to see Violet's body on the floor both her eyes gone now black with blood. I scouted myself away. Not crying but in shock. I looked away trying to find answers in the room but I found none. No one was in this room besides me. I quickly got up going to the door to look for help but once I opened the door I saw two more bodies on the floor. I looked closely and they were the staff members. Both their eyes were also gone. And I started to run looking for Zada I had no idea what to do. I went running to the lunch room I went inside to see everyone laying  down and there eyes missing. I looked at where Zada was sitting and she was now laying on the floor. I went running to her checking her heartbeat but it was completely gone. "Wake up."  I muttered. And I started to shake her but she was dead, her body going quickly cold. My whole body began to shake, not being able to understand what was happening. I pulled her body next to mine. "I'm sorry." I whispered to her. Even though I knew that her death wasn't my fault, no one else was alive but me. I said sorry to past us who wanted to live happy lives and move to Europe.
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wrenviel · 3 years
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Me: Fifer and Dev is harmful pls don’t ship it, it reinforces the stereotype that aces and aros only need to find the right person to be “fixed”
Unwanteds Wiki: stfu ur opinion sucks we love them 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
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oxangejuice · 2 years
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Could you do the reader finding Ricky Bowen or Chase Davenport crying and then trying to comfort them by making them laugh or something like that??
putting both cause why not
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♯. teenage blue — ricky bowen & chase davenport
warning: crying, stress :(
so sorry lisa but that picture has me laughing
you/yours pronouns used! (lowercase intended)
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RICKY BOWEN
you had seen ricky cry once. he never let you see him cry again. it was a one time thing for him and he would do anything to hide his sadness from you.
but sometimes it was too much to hide.
you had already gotten ready for bed when you heard tapping against your window.
you could only smile knowing that it was ricky at there. he had been the only person to every come in through you window and you haven’t bothered to ask him why.
once you pushed the window open, you saw tears flowing down ricky’s face.
you helped him inside and without any words spoken, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in close.
it could’ve been a plethora of things that made ricky bowen feel this way, but he chose not to talk.
the two of you climbed in your bed, ricky’s head resting on your lap as you gently stroked his hair.
you didn’t want to push him to talk about it, but you wanted to know why he came to your window crying as hard as he was.
you soon heard heavy breathing from beneath you. looking down, ricky held his eyes shut, dried tear stains on his face.
you gently removed his head from your lap and stood up, walking into your bathroom and grabbing a rag, dampened it and headed back into your room.
you sat on your bed, gently moving ricky’s head up to face you. you took the rag, gently wiping away the tear stains that rested on his face.
you threw the rag on your dresser and laid down on the bed. you threw your blanket of you and ricky. you grabbed ahold of his hand, it laid limp in yours.
you took deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling a small grip within you hand.
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CHASE DAVENPORT
it was no secret that chase davenport was a superhero along with his siblings. they fought crime and knew that they protected the world essentially with their brave acts… but it was a lot.
you walked into the lab, a smile on your face as you saw chase sitting in a chair, his back facing you.
“you won’t believe what i just found out! did you— well you probably did, but—“
you cut yourself off as you saw chase stand quickly, his eyes red.
“hey, i didn’t know you were coming.” he chuckled, rubbing his hands together.
“i wanted to show you something.” you smiled, “are you okay?”
chase scoffed, “yeah, i’m fine. hey, let’s go talk upstairs, yeah?”
he grabbed ahold of your arm, pulling towards the exits. you stopped in your tracks.
“chase?”
he took a deep breath a faced you, his lips bawled and tears threatening to leave his eyes.
“it’s just a lot.” he cried, “i know it’s my job to protect people… but it’s a lot.”
you sighed and pulled him in for a hug, his head resting on top of yours as tears spilled from his eyes.
you couldn’t and wouldn’t understand what he, bree, adam, and sometimes leo went through on a day to day basis. it was always school, save people, sleep, repeat. over and over again. you couldn’t imagine how tired they could be.
you rubbed your hand up and down his back, “your job is to protect yourself, chase.”
he didn’t say anything. you gently backed away from the hug, cupping your hands to his cheeks and wiping away the tears.
“you’re hardworking and smart and brave and i couldn’t see how the world would work without you.” you smiled, “but you deserve a break.”
“i can’t—“
“you can. you are and will forever be the best thing to ever grace my presence and i really really hate seeing you sad.”
chase took a deep breath, wiping his tears with his thumb.
“you are doing an amazing job and i will never understand what stress and troubles you go through, but i’m always here for you, okay?”
he nodded. you softly smiled, bending his head down and placing a kiss on his forehead, while doing so, chase held you hand that was cupping his cheek in his.
he would be forever grateful for this and for you.
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lucy’s notes: your mental health is important <3 also i love ricky bowen :)
reminder: you can request but keep in mind im more active on wattpad than i am here :) check who i write for :)
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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years
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Hen (I) Do ~ KNJ [M] [Request]
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WORD COUNT: 22.7K
PAIRING: Namjoon x reader
GENRE: Non idol, smut, fake engagement, tiktok inspired, did start as a drabble and then….whoopsies it turned into a 22.7K fic hehe, strangers to lovers, happy ending, fluffy.
SMUT WARNINGS: Thigh riding, teasing, sexual tension, public sex, face riding, oral (both m/f recieving) pool teasing, ruined orgasms, creampie, possiessive, talks of “mine” “who owns you”
A/N: Hen Do - Bachelorette party 
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The whole restaurant was empty besides your table and yet it felt as though it was completely full. The girls you were all with seemed to be making enough noise for a crowd full of people, despite there only being seven of you in the place. It was so loud you could barely decide who was saying what and what on earth they were talking about. 
Jae-ah was sitting closest to you, the whole reason you were sitting in a restaurant in Vegas in the first place. She had been one of your best friends since middle school and it was finally almost time for her to get married.
You could practically see the excitement bouncing off of her body as she sat there sipping on her wine. There was something bothering her though but you didn't know what. All afternoon she had been avoiding telling you something and you wanted to find out what it was. It was her party week, after all, she was supposed to be the happiest person in vegas.
Watching her closely you tried to sense what it was that was bothering her but she just flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder and turned to look at you. Flashing that giant perfect smile at you as she realised you had been staring at her. 
She had flown you and most of her family out from Seoul to come to Vegas for her wedding. A week-long partying session for the bride and groom's side of the wedding. Each side wanting to outdo the other and although you had been maid of honour you weren't in charge of a single thing. Jae-Ah had insisted on taking charge of this so that she could plan everything out for everyone else to enjoy.
"Cheer up babe, this is meant to be fun." She teased you as she poured the both of you a glass of champagne. Nudging your side playfully as she noticed you weren't being as overly excited as everyone else. 
You wanted to be as happy as she was about all of this but you couldn't. All this was doing was setting into your mind how single you were. Reminding you that while all of your friends were going out and getting married. You were still trying to progress in life and lived in a small apartment in Seoul.
Jae-Ah had always been ahead on things though, she was the first to graduate college, the first to get a job and now the first to get married. You were happy for her, extremely happy and proud of how far your friend had come but this just set your mind into overdrive. 
"Come on," Jae-Ah handed you one of the sashes everyone was wearing only yours was different. It was "Maid of honour," written in black ink on the front of it. Bright pink to make it stand out in a crowd. As if the fake crowns and penis straws weren't enough to say that this was a hen party.
A whole week of spending time with married or to-be-married friends was supposed to be fun but you couldn't help but dread what was to come. 
"Here! I propose an idea!" Everyone turned to look at Jae-ah as she stood up at the table, tapping a fork against her glass softly as she gained everyone's attention. Each of the girls turned to look at her, smiling just as big as the next.
"I can't do all of my hen party, I have emergencies I need to attend to," Jae-ah explained as she looked down at you, smirking a little. You hated that smirk, that was the smirk she used whenever she was planning something in that evil brain of hers.
"So I say we have a fake hen-do...For you," She looked at you and then all eyes turned to look at you. Rose and Jihyo exchanging a smirk while nodding their heads. It would be the perfect opportunity for you to get out there and have some fun.
"For me? A fake hen-do?" You practically coughed the champagne back into the glass as you stared at Jae. What was she even thinking? How could any of this sound fun when it wasn't you that was really getting married? All of this was supposed to be for her.
"Sure! It'll be fun!" She yelled out, the other girls all agreeing with her. Practically begging for you to do it. This was going to be their chance to finally let loose and have fun in a whole other country. If Jae-ah didn't do it and you wouldn't, you guys would be bored for the week.
"I can't do it because we have every emergency happening with the wedding. So why waste a perfectly good week on something I can't do?" Her eyes were beginning to tear up as she used the puppy look on you. The one thing you could never say no to whenever she did it.
"I'll do it if Y/n doesn't want to!" Lia yelled as she blushed a little, realising how needy she sounded. But Lia hadn't gotten a hen-do when she got married. Mostly because it was a shotgun wedding and she wasn't allowed to drink.
"No. Y/n will do it," Jae-ah glared at the friend playfully and looked back at you. Clearly wanting you to do this because she didn't want you to be bored. At least this way you could experience the fun first person. Everything that was supposed to be the best thing in Vegas. This must have been the thing playing on Jae-ah's mind all day.
"You can take my place! You can do all of the partying for me," She laughed as she sat back down and squeezed your hand softly. 
"You know I hate clubs anyway," She whispered in your ear so that no one else could hear, kissing your cheek softly as she looked back at you. It was obvious that she really wanted you to do this for her and who knows? It could be fun.
"Y/n everything is booked, just...As my maid of honour...Do this for me?" You scoffed as she pulled out the maid of honour card. The one thing she had been using against you since the moment she got engaged.
"You can't play that card!" You cried out as you shook your head. 
"I just did," You sighed, rolled your eyes before finally agreeing to do it.
"Fine"
"YES! The party is on!" Lia screamed out as she began clapping her hands together, downing the glass of wine in front of her.
"We can go shopping tomorrow morning! Find you some dresses, some new sashes! We should find some fake ring too!" Rose yelled out excitedly as she got up from her chair and began clapping her hands together, ordering some more food for you all. They all seemed more excited about this than Jae-ah having the party. 
"We can get strippers, we can do whatever you want...It'll be fun!" Rose sounded like she was trying to convince you even though you had agreed so you nodded.
What was the big deal? Letting your hair down while you were in vegas didn't seem like a big deal. It wasn't as if you knew anybody there. No one was going to know it wasn't your wedding party.
No one knew you. 
It was going to be perfect.
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The next night you were ready to go through with it, spending most of the day trying to hype yourself up in your own head.
"First things first, we're going to need a name," Lia said as you walked through the streets towards where most of the clubs were. Glancing at her you frowned a little. Why wouldn't you just use the names already on lists?
"We can just use Jae-ah and Josh?" You suggested but she shook her head, that was going to be boring. You at least needed to use your name for this. That and the girls wanted this to be a brand new thing, you needed a new fiancé and a new life. A whole new story made up for your imaginary wedding. 
"We put a bunch into a generator we thought would be a good fit for you," Rose said as she began straightening her dress out. It was a bright red dress that honestly clung to her tiny body perfectly. It went along well with her blonde hair which she had been pulling off the dress. 
All of them were dressed up to the heavens looking as though they had stepped out of a fashion magazine. Meanwhile, you were wearing a white knee-length dress because they wanted you to stand out. Each of you had your fake tiara's one with your sashes Jae-ah had given to you all. You, of course, wearing the bride-to-be one.
"This is going to be fun, they have no idea who you are they're not going to care," Yiren reassured you as she could see just how unsure you were about all of this. All morning long you had been debating giving the opportunity to Lia but you stuck it out. Convincing yourself that what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas.
"Fine, gimmie the app." You mumbled as Jihyo passed you her phone, sliding onto the app you pushed spin. Watching as a small animated wheel began to spin and tell you who your "husband" was going to be. You wondered if you were going to have to come up with some fake story as to where he was. The girls had already decided that for you, your fiancé was going to be out with his friends doing his own partying. There was no reason for someone not to believe you. Both bridal parties having separate parties wasn't unheard of. 
"Namjoon." You breathed out as you looked at the screen. Humming a little at the sound of his name. It sounded like someone you would meet in a museum back home, someone sweet and kind. 
"Sounds cute and smart...I like it," The girls laughed softly before heading toward the bars. All of you on the hunt for a well-needed drink after the long morning of shopping you all had. Meanwhile, you needed a drink to unwind a little and get into the role of a bride-to-be.
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"Hey! Y/n!" You glanced over your shoulder as you saw Lisa walking towards you. She had a giant smirked plastered across her face but you turned back to watch Rose who downed her shot and your own.
"Meet your husband," Lisa called out as she pushed a shy looking guy out in front of you and you smiled at him. It had only been a matter of time before the girls had gone looking for someone to play the role. 
The man in front of you was taller than you and extremely handsome. It was a wonder they had even convinced him to get involved with all of this. Sporting black jeans with a white dress shirt, he matched it all together with a blue denim jacket. 
"Hi, you're roped into this too?" You questioned as you ordered you both some drinks and smiled up at him. At least he didn't seem like a complete creep. Lia had brought a guy over who began grabbing you all inappropriately. Lisa had quickly put him back in his place by giving him a slap across the cheek.
"Yeah, my friends said it would be fun." He explained as he thanked you for the drink, taking it with him as you both began to head over to your seats inside of the club. 
You wondered how you could hear him so clearly over the blasting music and yelling of people around you. The club was practically crammed with people but luckily you guys had a VIP section to go and sit inside of. 
"What about you?" He questioned as he stood just outside the seating section. Waiting for you to lead the way in.
"My friend Jae-ah was supposed to be the one doing this. It's her wedding next week but she had an emergency come up." You weren't going to go into details with him about everything. He was only there for the partying after all, he didn't need a full life story.
"Ah, at least you guys can still have all of the fun though, saves it all going to waste." You smiled before moving the small velvet rope and climbing up one step into the white seated area. There was four sofa's surrounding a glass coffee table. Covered in empty glasses and spilt drinks. 
"We have a week of plans! We have cute things to do as well as a lot of fun!" Lia cried out as you all sat down together, placing your drinks down onto the table and smiling at Lia. She had almost gone all out on making sure you had a lot to do while you were there. Wanting you to experience everything that you could. 
In her words she "wasn't sure you would ever get to do the real thing," so this was going to be worth the while.
"We have a full night of partying and tomorrow..." Yiren reached into her clutch bag and pulled out a small box. While you all had been looking at dresses she found something a lot better. Something that would bring a lot of fun into the evenings for you.
"I found these while we were shopping," She began showing you different cards while you read the box. "Big-box if Vegas Dares,"
"Vegas dares?" You questioned, a little hesitant as to where she could have picked them up and what they could have been. She nodded at you and pulled out a random card to show it to you.
"Some of them are cute, like taking photos in front of landmarks, going for a romantic meal. It'll be fun if you're both okay with it." She showed you the card she had pulled, "Go for a couples massage,". Nothing seemed as though it was going to be too extreme so you looked up at your fake fiancé. Exchanging a look with him you raised your eyebrows. Everything had to be okay with him too, you weren't going to pressure some dude on his holiday into this. He nods his head at you, he saw nothing wrong with any of this. It was all going to be some kind of harmless fun and you seemed pretty nice about everything.
"I'm down if you are, I didn't have much planned," He told you as he looked at you and to his drink. What could be better than spending his time with someone so beautiful and nice? 
"I've got nothing better to do," He chuckled as he took out his phone to let his friends know what he was going to be doing that week. Texting them that he had plans figured out for himself instead of tagging along with them.
"We should do some tonight!" Rose yelled, a little drunk from the wine and shots she had been taking most of the night. Out of all of the girls you had no idea she would be the one to get almost completely toasted on the first night. She was going to be a nightmare in the morning.
"We should?" You looked at Rose and to your fiancé who seemed to be blushing a little at the thought of doing a dare right away. 
"What shall we do for the night?" You questioned sensing that there was something bothering him with doing dares right away. Neither of you knew each other enough to jump right into anything right now, especially since everyone had been drinking.
"I think we have to establish our fake relationship. Come up with a story in case people ask questions." Rose scoffed out that the idea of it was boring and you shook your head at her before turning to your fiancé and nodding. 
"That's a good idea, tomorrow we can do all of the dares we want." You nodded in agreement, sipping on the glass of wine in front of you. 
Together you and your fiancé seemed to be the soberest out of everyone with you so you sat closer to him. Wanting to speak to him as much as you could since you were going to spend time together. You were going to have to get to know one another at some point.
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"We were high school lovers?" You questioned as you looked to your fiancé who nodded his head. Sipping his drink before shrugging his shoulders, his story idea was that you had been sweethearts your whole life. 
"Sure! I mean it's a classic one, no one has to know any different." He explained as you nodded along with him watching in horror as Rose got up to go and pole dance with some of the other dancers. She had been telling you she was going to do it and now she was. Lia followed after her, camera at the ready since she was never going to remember it the next day.
"We can just make it up as we go along, but there's a problem." Your fiancé explained as he looked down at your hand, it was completely ringless.
"You don't have a ring," You gasped before reaching in your clutch to pull out the fake diamond ring you had gotten earlier that morning. Something you had gotten from a random party store you had all been in that morning,
"Mina picked it out," You laughed turning it over to show him the plastic band that held the fake diamond. Although it was completely fake it looked real in the low lighting which was going to work in your favour.
"Looks almost real." He laughed as he shook his head at you, holding the ring up to his eyes so he could see it better. That was when it hit him, neither of you had introduced yourselves to one another since meeting him and he wanted to know your name,
"My name! By the way, is-" A hand covered his mouth as Yiren began shaking her head. Tutting at the both of you as she slurred over her words,
"No! No names! You're Namjoon and she's Y/n." You laughed a little remembering the name and looking to your fiancé. The fake name kind of suited him to be honest so you smiled and held out your hand. 
"Namjoon, it's a pleasure to be engaged to you." You laughed softly as he did too. Namjoon couldn't believe that you had randomly picked his name out of a generator and that it was actually his name. It almost felt like fate.
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The two of you had enough of the loud music and screaming so you began walking back to your hotel together. There you found out you were staying in the same hotel only a floor away from each other. Stepping into the elevator you pushed your floor and glanced to Namjoon.
"So what brings you to vegas?" You quizzed as you stood in the elevator together, watching the numbers as you rode up. It was finally quiet enough now so you could have a decent conversation with him without screaming at one another.
"Work break but it seems as though all my friends want to do is gamble away their payday...I'm more of casual drinks and maybe seeing the sights." You laughed softly and nodded your head in agreement. The idea of going out to get smashed every night wasn't exactly your idea of a good time either.
"Me too! I had planned to go sightseeing all week long but it looks like it's fake fiance fun now," Namjoon shook his head at you. The two of you could still do all of the things you wanted to but with one another, it wasn't as though it would be the end of the world. 
Namjoon thought it would be rather nice to have someone by his side while he did all of the "boring" stuff his friends didn't want to do.
"We can still sight-see...We can go as fiancé's and see just how far we can push the free stuff," Smirking at him you nodded liking the way his mind worked. If people thought you were recently engaged and acted all cute with one another the free stuff would never stop coming.
"I like the way you think," You winked as you got to your floor, both of you stepping out and wandering in the direction of your door. 
"You sure your friends will be okay?" He questioned when he remembered they were still out partying. You thought back on the last time you saw them, Mina had begun sobering up since she hated going to bed drunk.
"I'm positive. Mina will never let them get too drunk." You laughed softly as you unlocked the door to your room, looking back at him to go over plans for the next day. 
"I'll meet you in the lobby? Tomorrow morning?" You nodded at him, genuinely feeling excited about going out to see him again tomorrow. There was a fluttering in your chest at the prospect of going out to have fun with someone you'd never known before.
"Sure, I'll meet you with some breakfast around 10?" He nodded at you this time as you glanced at the time. 10 seemed reasonable since it was almost 1 am now. 
"Bring the cards, we can see what we can get up to," He told you as you remembered the cards the girls insisted on you taking home with you. Smiling and nodding at him you disappeared into your room leaning against the door as you grinned to yourself. This had been the most you smiled in the longest time but you couldn't help it, you felt as though you were genuinely having fun.
This trip was going to be more fun than you had imagined. With a handsome new fiancé joining you. 
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The next morning you made sure to be down in the lobby for 10. You'd been woken up by rose at 4 that morning when the girls all stumbled inside. You got up to help them get into bed before crashing on the sofa in your room.
"Here," Namjoon said as he walked over to you, carrying two take-out cups and a bag. Breakfast had been running early and you missed out on getting you both something so he did it for you. He was dressed in some black sweats with a plain white t-shirt and the same jacket as the night before. 
"Lifesaver," You mumbled before eating the bagel he'd gotten for you and began walking toward the exit. Even in the morning light, Namjoon was still handsome to you, you had no idea why he would have agreed to something like this. With someone, he barely knew.
"What's the plan?" You questioned as you threw the rubbish from your food into the bin and glanced to Namjoon who stood just outside the doors of the hotel. Looking around as he tried to come up with something that you could do for the day. 
"I say we pick a dare...Start the morning off right." Namjoon said as he looked at the box you had in your bag. You smiled taking it out before randomly pulling out a card and hoping it wasn't some obscene card that had been put into the box. 
"Take pictures in front of landmarks." Namjoon read as you pulled it from the box, humming as you thought about what was around your hotel. There were a few landmarks around and close to you so you could get those done.
"I think we're pretty close to the strip and high roller." You announced as you began walking down the street to where you believed the direction was. You were just following street signs everywhere,
"We can cab around to all the other places too," Namjoon suggested as he walked side by side with you. Watching the way your brows would furrow together whenever you looked at a street sign or were trying to find your way around.
"Did you get some decent sleep?" You asked as you began walking in the direction of the High Roller, remembering that his friends had gone out the night before as well. 
"Jimin and Taehyung came back early and I ended up switching rooms when Jungkook came in." He laughed softly as he remembered Jungkook coming into the room slurring and stumbling all over the room. 
"Why?" You laughed softly as you turned to look up at him. Namjoon sighed before shaking his head. Jungkook was one of the worst drunks in the world, all he would do was laugh and speak all night.
"He was drunk, I didn't want to be woken up when I had something exciting to do today," Raising your eyebrows you looked at him wondering what was exciting for him.
"I'm the something exciting?" You teased playfully as you began to wait in line for the ride. Looking up at him and smiling, for some reason it sent a flutter in your heart to hear you were something exciting for him. 
"More exciting than staying in our room to read alone or going to do all of this alone." You smiled as you stepped up towards the till. 
"Are they all hungover?" You questioned as you looked up at him, he paid for the ride and smiled at you. There was no way he was going to let you pay for yourself.
"Very much, how about the girls?" He raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly. Your thoughts instantly went back to the night before when you had been helping the girls.
"The last I saw of Rose she was throwing up in the toilet, Lia was passed out on top of Yiren and Mina was doing her nails." Laughing together as you got into one of the carriages you shook your head. It was super spacious and empty thanks to it being pretty early in the morning. For las vegas at least. No one was around besides a few old couples that weren't interested in the High Roller.
The doors shut and you looked at Namjoon, remembering what he had been saying what his day would have been filled with.
"What would you have been reading?" He chuckled before looking into his side bag pulling out a copy of "IQ84," You smiled, it had been something you'd wanted to read for ages. On the top of your "to buy" list.
"It's on my to-buy list," Namjoon smiled brightly, he never would have taken you for the reading type.
"You read too? That's great, maybe we can hit up some book shops on our way back to the hotel." You agreed and turned to look out of the windows at the huge view of Vegas. 
The view was breathtakingly beautiful as you stared out at everything through the window. It was almost unbelievable that you were doing this right now.
To think you would have been locked up in the hotel room all day. This was so much better. Everyone looked so tiny from up on the ride. 
"Would you come here if it wasn't for the girls?" Namjoon asked referring to being here in Vegas.
"Would you come here if it wasn't for the boys?" You countered as you sat down on some of the seats. Shrugging your shoulders as you thought on it, Vegas was never something you had thought about before.
"I'm not sure...I mean...I love Jae-ah but partying and all of this isn't my thing. Even back home."
"Home?" Namjoon knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him. It wasn't as though you had time to speak about anything important the night before even then, Yerin wanted you to keep it all a mystery.
"I live in Seoul, I teach English in one of the schools to kids," Smiling to himself Nmajoon deciding to hold back that he was from Seoul too.
"What do you do?" You questioned noticing him smiling so much about the mention of you being a teacher.
"I'm a music teacher, I teach kids how to produce music or write songs..." Everything he did sounded interesting to you. A music teacher who came to Vegas to sight-see? Almost too good to be true.
"Do you write your own?" You questioned as he sat down beside you. Watching the way you looked out of the window and then turned back to him.
"I do,"
"Can I hear some?" You questioned as he shook his head at you over and over again.
"Never," He chuckled as the ride began to move again. He didn't want his personal music to be heard by people yet, all of it was stored up on his laptop. Never to be seen by anyone.
"Quick, we need a photo." He stood you in front of the glass window and told you to pose. Laughing as you began to pull funny faces at the camera while he snapped photos.
"Arm up with one hand on your hip?" He questioned as he snapped a bunch of photos on your phone and then his own,
"Your turn." You whined so you could switch places getting photos of him against the wall in different poses.
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Dragging him by the hand you laughed as you headed towards the fountains of Bellagio. Something that was always splashed all over social media for years, everyone you knew who had been to Vegas had the generic photograph.
"One thing I've always wanted." He looked at you wondering what you were doing when you suddenly took him by the hand and began walking to the railings.
"A generic photo of me against the walls of the fountain, with the water behind us." You laughed looking around for someone who could take a photo of the two of you together. Finding someone and asking them sweetly. All-day long you had been getting people to take your photo together since the dare was supposed to be for the two of you but none of it felt forced. The day flowed naturally between you and you didn't feel as though you didn't know Namjoon. Everything felt good.
Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled into the camera, the two of you looking like a happy couple. The elderly lady took as many as she could of you both, in different positions as you held onto one another.
"Your engaged?!" The woman who had taken the photo asked when she saw the ring on your finger. Glancing down at the ring and up to her face, you nodded.
"Just recently." You lied as you smiled up at her. There was a giant smile on her face as she began to congratulate you both. Telling you how lovely you looked with one another.
"Congratulations! You're in for a wonderful and happy marriage," Giggling you walked back to Namjoon and showed him the photographs of you both. Going over everything from that day and smiling as you looked like a real couple, not someone who was faking their time together. 
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"You're telling me you did all of this in one day? You're not bored?" Mina whined as she looked through the camera, checking out all of the photographs you had taken that day. Not just of you and Namjoon but from the different places you had visited. There was a photograph of Namjoon in some random bookshop you had found. Sitting on the smallest chair you had ever seen in your life, he almost looked as though he could be a giant.
"You went to Paris Las Vegas?!" Rose screamed as she saw a photo of you both standing under the "Effiel tower" together. Namjoons hand on your waist as you looked up at one another lovingly.
"You look like a real couple," Lia mentioned as she watched you looking over their shoulders at all of the images. Feeling your body heat up when you heard Lia's words, looking at her shyly as she smirked back at you. 
"Do you get along well?" Yerin questioned as she glanced over at Namjoon who was getting everyone drinks at the bar. All of you were inside the hotel Casino thanks to one of the cards that Rose had pulled for you. 
"We do...We haven't run out of anything to talk about all day...We have so much in common too." You smiled unknowingly as you thought about Namjoon. All though all of this was fake and would soon go away you wanted to live it up as much as you could with him.
"I see something happening...Do you like him?" Rose jabbed Jiyho in the side and shook her head at her. You kept silent as you watched Lia jumping up and down on the spot. 
Namjoon was standing beside you and handed you a glass of water, letting you sip it before placing it onto the table in front of you all.
"Here! My turn!" Lia yelled as she picked out a card from the box for you. Namjoon chuckled from beside you when he noticed how excited Lia seemed to be about pulling a random card out for you both. 
"Go and get married in the chapels." You stared at the card and then at Namjoon. Married? But this was all supposed to be fake and a little bit of fun. Mina looked at you as she realised the two of you weren't okay with the sound of it.
"We put a twist on it!" Mina announced as she moved closer to you all, Yiren smirking as she came up with an idea too. There was no reason for the wedding to go ahead, it could all be just a little game for the group of you.
"You're about to get married when one of us comes in and claim he slept with us! You guys have a fight!" Yerin seemed excited about it as you and Namjoon exchanged glances with one another. Clearly still not sure if it was a good idea to go through with something like this.
"This isn't a drama-" You were about to say but you were cut off by Jihyo.
"No, it'll be fun! We'll all seem so shocked! You can storm out and never have to marry Namjoon," She told you as she took your hand in her right hand and Namjoon's in her left. 
"The two of you can be the stars of the show..." Namjoon laughed from beside you and nodded. There was no reason any of this had to be a huge deal, it wasn't as though you were going to actually marry one another. Besides, he had been having so much fun with you all day he never wanted it to end. If getting a fake marriage that night meant he could spend more time with you then he was down for that.
"I'm down," Shrugging his shoulders he glanced to you as he waited for you to agree to it as well.
"Me too," Lia said as she downed her glass of wine and began clapping her hands together eagerly.
"I'll be the one he slept with," Rose giggled as she walked over to you, more like stumbled as she leant against the table for support.
"You're too drunk, let Jihyo do it." Mina whispered as they all agreed and you looked at them nervously. The only white dress you owned was the one from last night and Namjoon wasn't dressed for it either.
"There's a problem...Neither of us is exactly dressed for a wedding..." You told Jiyho as she shook her head at you, throwing her hands up at you. 
"You can rent your clothes out, it's cheap! You can rent flowers too." She said as she began leading you towards the chapels just down the road from the hotel you were staying inside of. Both you and Namjoon laughing as you followed behind the group of friends. Ready to fake marry, your fake fiancé.
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Standing in front of Namjoon at the chapel in front of Elvis wasn't how you had pictured the night going but it was funny nonetheless. Dressed in a knee-length wedding dress that puffed out like a huge princess gown you stared at Namjoon. He was wearing a black tux with a bow tie to match. The outfits you had rented for a week for some strange reason. Lia had convinced you that it would be a cute idea, to get photos of you both all over Vegas in your wedding outfits. 
A bouquet of red roses in your hands as you stared at one another nervously. Part of you feared that Jiyho would never walk through the door and you would end up actually being married. But another part of you wanted that. You wanted to keep Namjoon around but you shook the feeling away.
"Do you Y/n take Namjoon to be your-" The Elvis impersonater stopped speaking when the doors burst open and Jihyo stood there. Mascara running down her face as she sobbed, good to know the drama lessons were working. Sniffling to herself she began to walk down the aisle holding something in her hand.
"You!" She screamed at Namjoon storming over to him as he did his best not to laugh, he had to at least seem as though this was all real.
"You cheating scumbag!" She threw something down onto the ground, you couldn't tell what it was at first. Not until she began yelling out loudly.
"I'm home pregnant with your kid! And you go off and marry some slag from Vegas!" Namjoon bit his lip as you both stared down at the positive sticks that were sitting on the ground and staring up at you. Where had she even got them?
"I can't do this! I don't love you." Namjoon cried out at her, turning to face her as you stared at them both. Doing your best to seem completely shocked at what was being said.
"You don't love anyone, all you care about is yourself!" Jiyho scoffed as she poked his chest a little harshly. None of this had been prepared beforehand, the two of them were going on the spot with one another.
"Oh please! As if the baby is mine!" Everyone in the room gasped and Elvis took a step back holding his hand over his chest. You bit on the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
"He's mine now." You cried out but Jihyo scoffed, "slapping" you across the face before storming out of the chapel. You clutched onto your cheek as if she had actually come into contact with your skin. 
"Y/n,...Let me explain." Namjoon begged as you began walk down the steps of the altar,
"Explain what?! That you're some low life who goes around cheating on people he's "in love with"?!" You cried out as you threw the bouquet of flowers against his chest. Hiking up the rented dress and running out of the chapel dramatically.
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The two of you met up back inside the hotel, dressed in the rented clothes you had and laughed about everything. He was explaining what had happened after you left,
"You should have seen Elvis, he picked up the pregnancy tests and handed them to me." Namjoon groaned as he looked at you, remembering the look on your face when you heard he was "cheating" on you.  
"You're a good actress," He complimented as he pulled you close to him. Ignoring the looks you were getting from other people in the hotel as they watched you both together. Probably wondering what two people in wedding outfits were doing in the middle of the bar.
"You're a good actor, have you thought about teaching drama?" You laughed as he ordered you both a drink at the bar. The bartender smiling at you as he began to pour you both a glass of water.
"Newlyweds?" The barkeep asked, raising his eyebrows when he saw the outfits you were standing in. As you went to say no Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist, the feeling sending a flutter to your chest and you looked up at him. Feeling your heart hammering against your chest as he nodded,
"We are." The barman cheered and clapped his hands together loudly, gaining the attention of some other people who began clapping. Coming out from behind the bar and walking you over to the reception desk he continued to congratulate you both on a happy married together.
"We have newlyweds!" He cried out as he looked at you both to the woman on the front desk. The blonde looked as though she was bored but the moment she heard the word "Newlyweds" her head sprung up like a jack in the box.
"Newlyweds?" She glanced at you both and you smiled at her trying to seem convincing that all of this was real. You snuggled your head into Namjoon's chest, almost gasping when you heard how fast his heart was racing. 
"Here," She began typing away on the computer before giving you a key with a giant smile on her face. This must have been something that they were used to, a bunch of happily married people coming into the hotel.
"A room upgrade for you both, we hope you enjoy your honeymoon here in Sunny las Vegas." You blinked at her before staring at the key. It had a love-heart shaped key ring on the chain and you were being led toward the elevators by the bartender who smiled at you both.
"We get a lot of couples begging for room upgrades when they get married in the chapels, it's nice to see a couple who truly love one another come in." You stared at the barkeep and then to Namjoon who seemed to be smiling and nodding along to everything he was saying.
"Go and get your things from your old rooms and you can head straight up to your new one...Would you like a bath drawn?" You shook your head as you looked from the key to Namjoon, you couldn't believe all of this was even happening.
"No thank you, I think me and my wife will take a bottle of champagne? Maybe some room service." Namjoon squeezed your side making you giggle at the way it tickled and you cuddled closer to him wanting him to stop.
"All on the house sir, just use the phone whenever you're ready for food." The barkeep stood at the elevator doors and smiled shyly.
"Ready?" You frowned,
"When you're finished with your wedding night fun of course," A blush crept onto Namjoon's cheeks as the doors shut making you giggle as you saw the look on his face.
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Pushing the doors open to your new hotel room you almost dropped your bag onto the floor. The whole place was stunning, with white walls, white everything. The only things that weren't white were the red roses all over the room.
"This place is bigger than my apartment," You mumbled as you walked into the bathroom, mouth hanging open as you saw what was inside. A huge bathtub was against panelled walls, two sinks, a giant walk-in shower and a huge collection of bubble baths and salts.
"Hey look." Namjoon pulled back the panels in the bathroom wall to reveal it walked straight into the bedroom. Staring directly at the giant bed that was in the room.
"Whoa." The two of you walked over to the balcony doors to see a large balcony with a hot tub sitting there. Covered in rose petals and candles. They must have lit everything up when you were getting your things together, it looked as though the room was set up for royalty.
"No one is going to believe this," You laughed taking a photo of the bed which had giant towel swans, rose petals in the shape of hearts and chocolates all over the place. It was heaven.
"I'm never leaving." You moaned out as you juped onto the bed, humming at how soft and comfortable it was. The sheets felt as soft as a fluffy blanket and then the pillows. The pillows felt firm but not the kind of firm that would hurt you.
"Namjoon, jump on." You begged as you pulled him to lay down beside you, smiling as you both melted into the sheets relaxing and whining together. 
"What about going in the hot tub?" You questioned as you picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry and eat it, looking at Namjoon who nodded. Taking the glasses of champagne outside while you carried the tray of foods that had been delivered to your door, free of charge. There were so many benefits to being married inside of a hotel like this. 
"You first," Namjoon said as he held out your hand and helped you step into the hot tub. Practically moaning when you felt the jets against your back. The moan made Namjoon blush a little as he joined you inside, handing you your glass and pouring a little more into it.
"This is it, I'm never leaving." You told him as you laid your head back against the hot tub and relaxed. It felt as though you were being treated like some kind of queen and you never wanted the feeling to leave. 
"I suggest we permanently move into the hotel." Namjoon joked as he laid his own head back and relaxed, letting out a breath of relief as he closed his eyes. None of this felt awkward with you around. It just felt as though he had been friends with you for the longest time and you were finally doing something fun together.
Then there was the hammering in his chest he got whenever you brushed against him or looked at him. That feeling was something he never wanted to lose. The way his palms would sweat and his mind would spin, he was taken with you.
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Shifting on the chair you were sitting on you looked to Namjoon who smirked at you. That morning you had both chosen dares for one another, something that seemed simple and innocent at first. Until you found out yours was to go Commando for the full day and Namjoon's was to be overly needy with you. The small touches here there and everywhere were doing nothing to help you at that moment. Ever since you had left the hotel together you couldn't help but lean towards him. Desperate for any kind of touch from him.
"Did I tell you how great you look today?" You glanced to your left at Namjoon and pushed a fork full of cake into his mouth to stop him. The non-stop compliments were making your heart flutter, it shouldn't be able to make you feel this way.
"I'm serious, look how beautiful my fiancé is!" He called out as he gained the attention of people around him. Other couples inside of the store turning to give you both filthy looks as you felt yourself sink into the chair, 
"Namjoon," You warned wanting him to divert attention away from you. It only took someone to look extremely close at your fake ring to realise that it was indeed fake.
"What? I'm doing what my card, said... just like you are." A small smirk played on his lips and your head went back to the night before and that morning. All your time together was beginning to make you feel attached and like a real couple.
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"Namjoon?" You hummed as he held you in his arms, kissing your shoulder softly as he chuckled a little. The two of you had been trying to sleep for the last two hours but you couldn't do it. Your heart was racing too much from being so close to Namjoon. 
"Yes?" 
"Can you sing to me...It doesn't have to be one of your songs...I just need it to sleep." You whispered as his fingers began to trace small patterns up and down your arms. Smiling as he thought about something that he could sing to you.
"I'm a better rapper than I am a singer," He informed you before getting comfortable on the bed. Arms wrapped around you protectively as he began to softly sing "Perfect" to you by Ed Sheeran. Your mind began to relax as the words left his mouth. Listening to every line and note he sang out until you finally fall asleep. Head resting on his chest as he looked down at you, a smile playing on his lips as he just watched you.
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That morning you'd woken up curled in his arms. He'd been snoring softly which was what had woken you up in the first place. The cutest little snores falling from his lips as you looked up at his face. 
"Sleeping beauty," You whispered before cupping his face in your hand. Running your thumb along his cheek softly just admiring the way he looked.
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"Don't look at me like that," You whined as he fed you some more cake. Chocolate was practically melting onto your tongue as you stared at him. The two of you were at a cake tasting for the morning. Rose thought it would be cute to do since Jae-Ah had cancelled on it last minute leaving a spot open for a new couple. 
Nothing fancy, just a small lady leaving her shop open for people to sample different flavours. Design a cake for them and decide if they wanted her to create it or not.
"You're worried about something, I'm trying to distract you." He told you as he sat closer, his hand resting naturally on your waist as you looked up at him. Everything with him felt so natural now, nothing ever felt forced.
"I'm scared for Jae-Ah, she's been doing all of this alone...I'm the maid of honour-" Another piece of cake was pushed into your mouth before you could finish speaking and you whined at him. Picking up some more and doing the same thing to him, he whined at the taste of it. He was enjoying cake tasting a lot more than he first thought he was going to.
"She told you she was fine this morning, you rang her remember." You smiled weakly as you remembered breakfast that morning. You'd spammed Jae-ah with calls until she finally answered you and you could quiz her on what was going. 
"I know she's fine but-" 
"This is our day, stop ruining it with wedding talk and eat...Some wedding cake." He frowned when he looked at you, realising that this was technically wedding talk. Giggling at him you shook your head and pushed more cake into his mouth. 
Namjoon inched his chair closer to you, his hands resting on your thigh. Something that was completely innocent to those on the outside but to you it didn't feel innocent.
"Namjoon," You breathed as his hand slowly raised up and he acted as though he was extremely needy. Rubbing his fingers along your skin, this would have been totally fine if it wasn't for your dress. One small slip and he would touch you right where you were craving him. 
All morning long his arms had been around you, hands on your body. Every chance he could get he was touching you. Not that you were ever going to complain about it. It felt good having someone with you like this at all times. It made your feeling of loneliness slowly begin to disappear the longer he was around. 
"I'm doing my dare," He whispered in your ear as he slowly left kisses up and down your skin. It became apparent to the both of you that there was something there between you but it wasn't spoken about. Your eyes fluttered shut as he continued to leave small kisses all over you.
"You're doing it too well," You whimpered feeling him raise his hand up your thigh higher and you looked at him. Clenching around nothing as you felt yourself growing wetter at how close he was to you.
"Too well? How about you? Are you doing your dare too well?" You shivered as he looked at you, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Very well, we both know I left the underwear in the room," You looked at him as you raised your eyebrow. Thinking back to the way Namjoon had blushed heavily when he saw you slide off the red lacey thong from under your dress. You'd never seen someone blush
"Y-Yeah we both know." He stuttered out as he looked at you, feeling his body begin to heat up as he watched the way you smirked back at him. It had taken forever for him to stop blushing while you came to the cake shop. Even now the blush was beginning to grow on his cheeks as he thought back on that morning.
"Aw baby you're blushing again," You cooed loudly, inching closer until you kissed his cheek softly. His hand-raising between your thighs and almost touching you but you didn't fight it, you didn't want his hand to stop.
"You're so cute, we love to see such young couples in love." The cake lady said as she watched you and Namjoon together. Whenever she was with another customer she would watch the two of you, she couldn't help but feel interested in the way you were together. Over the years she had been baking for couples there was never anyone like the two of you in her store.
"We don't get much real love around here anymore." She mumbled as she began setting some cake and milk out in front of you. This was the first time she had spoken to you, most of the other couples had been picking her brain on every little idea that they had.
"You don't?" You questioned a little shyly as you reached out for the glass of milk and sipped on it.
"Most couples who run here to have a quick wedding and leave again...It's refreshing to see such young love." You smiled weakly at the thought of it, although all of this was fake it wasn't the first time someone had complimented the way you looked together. 
"When did you both meet?" You looked at Namjoon and he smiled taking charge of the story you had made up on your first night together. 
"In high school, it's very cliché." He told her as he fed you some of the strawberry cake that had been placed down in front of you. It was one of the best tasting cakes you had ever had the pleasure of tasting.
"Those are the best though...That or when two strangers randomly come together and click." Was the woman staring into your souls? Did she know it was all fake? Humming at you nodded your head in agreement with her. There was nothing better than two strangers coming together and clicking and it only made your heart swell as you glanced to Namjoon.
Two strangers coming together. As if they were meant for one another.
"I think I have some cute high school templates for cakes...You could have your old high school photo and then an update on the top of your cake?" She raced to get up from the chair and began heading back into the back of her store again. 
"She's adorable," You whispered to Namjoon as he fed you some of the chocolate cake. The tasting session was coming to an end and she had given you everything you would need to make your future wedding.
"Maybe you should come here when you get married," Namjoon suggested as he looked at you. Neither of you had really spoken about relationships you had back home. Not that you had one to talk about.
"When I get married?" You laughed a little too loudly, the thought of you ever being married was funny to you.
"What's so funny?" He sounded confused as he watched you throwing your head back in a giggle fit. Standing on the side of the street with him as you didn't know what was up next for your day out together. 
"I'm not going to get married...No one is that dumb enough." Namjoon frowned at your wording. Why would anyone need to be dumb to marry you?
"Why would they have to be to marry you?" He questioned, clearly the joke getting lost on him so you sighed. Looking up at him and biting your lip. 
"Because I'm a boring English teacher who likes to sightsee, go to museums or read all of the time." Namjoon nodded along, none of that sounded boring to him. In fact, it sounded like the perfect time to him,
"I'm a boring Music teacher who does the same thing." Smiling at the image of him in your head. That was very true but he wasn't boring, he was far from it in fact. 
"You're far from boring Joonie...You fake married someone and got engaged for fun..." He laughed a little as he raised his eyebrow at you,
"And you didn't?"
"No...I was forced into it, I didn't just go for it." It was completely different. Namjoon had practically dropped all of his plans to do this for you.
"But you're doing it now...We're having fun right...I don't think you're boring." A flicker of hope sparked inside of you. Most of the men you met found you boring and saw no reason not to tell you how boring they found you.
"You don't?"
"Not even close...I've had the most fun with you that I've had in the longest time." You smiled feeling your body begin to heat up as he stared at you. There was a look in his eyes that let you know he was telling the truth.
"Me too actually, this has been more fun than I thought it was going to be." You admitted as he stood beside you against the wall.
"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," He chuckled wrapping his arm around your waist when he began walking down the street with you. Squeezing you softly as he continued to speak with you about how much fun he had been having.
"I never thought it could be this fun...I thought I was going to be stuck inside alone while the girls had fun." You told him when you stood at the traffic lights to cross the road.
"Did you have fun?" He questioned, you smiled and nodded your head. Having more fun than you ever thought possible on this kind of trip.
"We have a night out planned tonight, are you ready for it?" You nodded your head at him once again as you remembered the night the girls had planned. They wouldn't tell you anything that would be happening, just that you needed to find something nice to wear and to be ready.
"More than ready, they said they have something special planned." Rose had been non-stop texting you from the moment they got to their hotel room and found your stuff missing. She wanted to know what was going on but you gave her no details. So they figured you had gotten lucky and decided not to question it too much. They knew you were a private person and didn't want to pressure you into telling them things you didn't want them to know.
"What did they think of you staying out?" Namjoon asked as you stepped towards another set of traffic lights.
"They had no idea I was with you but I figure they think something happened," You sounded almost disappointed as you said it to him. Were you disappointed that nothing had happened between the two of you? 
"Nothing did, you can tell them I was a complete and utter gentleman with you," He smirked a little as he looked at you. Though he was a gentleman the night before you knew the smirk was about everything he had been doing today. Small kisses, touches and never leaving you to rest for even a second.
"Is that what this is?" You asked as you felt his hand slowly slipping down to your ass, grabbing it softly as you resisted the urge to let out a small whine.
"I'm acting needy, as I was instructed," You felt as though you were the one going to come out of this really needy. 
"Want to go shopping? You can help me find something for tonight. I've been instructed to wear white all week." You laughed as you looked at Namjoon, raising your eyebrow as he nodded his head. 
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The two of you stood in the middle of the store, dresses hanging over Namjoom's arms as you headed toward the changing rooms as you grabbed some shoes. You never would have thought one store would have so many plain white dresses inside of them, you figured it would be easy enough to just find one dress for the rest of the week.
"You sure you'll be okay?" You glanced at Namjoon wondering what he meant but he shook his head. You were naked beside a small bra underneath your current dress and he didn't want the trying on of clothes to be uncomfortable for you.
Handing you the dresses he moved to go and sit on the seats just outside of the changing room so he could give his opinion on what you were wearing. 
"First one." You called out as you stepped out from the curtain and walked in front of him. A lace dress, tight-fitted and a little too short for your liking but it had looked great on the mannequin. Brushing the front down you looked at Namjoon who seemed to be blushing a little, you looked beautiful. Namjoon thought you looked beautiful in anything though, even when you were fast asleep and drooling on his chest.
"It looks nice...I love the lace." You turned your back on Namjoon to look in the mirror when he suddenly jumped up and held you from behind. Your eyes widened as you looked at him in the mirror, his eyes wide with fear as he tried to make sure no one was looking over at you both. 
"What?" You asked nervously as he looked at you through the reflection in the mirror.
"You're...You're still not wearing underwear and the dress is-I-It's extremely short." You felt your body heating up and you whined racing back to the changing room to try on the next few dresses. 
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"Oh, babes you look lush!" Lia cried out as you walked through the club with Namjoon on your arm. The two of you stood so close that you looked like a real couple together. You'd gone with a longer lace dress and Namjoon was wearing black jeans and a white shirt combo.
"Right this way VIP's," A bouncer said as he walked you through the crowds of people. Eyes on you as you and Namjoon got allowed into a separate part of the club. Not as loud as the first part but still just loud enough you would have to yell to be heard. It was sectioned off from the rest of the club by glass walls and a glass door, it even had its own private bar.
"Here! Drinks for the future bride and groom!" A bartender cried out as drinks were poured for you all and taken over to a table you would all be sitting at. You laughed a little as Namjoon looked down at you, it felt as though you were being treated like celebrities.
"Did you have fun at the cake tasting?" Rose asked Namjoon as she sat down on the other side of him. The three of you sitting on some white leather sofa and looking at one another. Rose continued watching him as his arms stayed around you, holding you close to him. She had bets on whether or not you had slept together or not yet and she wanted to win, she needed the cash. The trip to Vegas was making her broke.
"We did! You should have been there rose, you would have loved the strawberry," You giggled as you put one leg over Namjoon's and looked at him. He placed his hand on your lower back and bit down on his tongue. Ever since you found out Namjoon grew needy with small touches as well. You had been doing them non-stop.
"Another dare?" Yerin asked as she noticed you both sitting so close to one another. You nodded at her as you reached for your glass,
"We have to be overly couply tonight." You told her casually as you began sipping on the drink in front of him. Humming as though it tasted nice when it had been one of the worst things you had ever put into your mouth. Carefully place it down you looked at Namjoon and told him to try it.
He instantly coughed and hissed in regret as he placed the glass down, doing his best not to have a coughing fit in the middle of the club.
"What is that?!" He practically choked drinking some of the water that happened to be at the table.
"A special concoction we made with the barkeep." Mina giggled as she waved her fingers over at the bar, a short man waving back at her as she blushed.
"It's called the Namjoon and Y/n..." Mina said as she turned back to the pair of you.
"Hen-do, since it was easier." Rose corrected as you looked at the drink and back at them. It was a bright green colour and you stared at them wondering what they could have mixed to get this.
"What's in it?" You questioned a little apprehensively as you watched them.
"Erm...Vodka, a rum, brandy and a dash...Just a dash and Absinthe." Your eyes widened as you put the glass down onto the table and looked at them all. They had to have been joking? It sounded like something that would knock someone out old on the floor.
"You're all insane, that'll kill someone." You moaned looking at the glass and then at Jihyo who stumbled over and laid down on the opposite sofa to yours.
"Hey! I've had seven I am fine!" Jiyho cried out as she looked at you. Shaking on the spot as you nodded sarcastically. 
"Completely fine...Rose," You warned as she stared at Jiyho, agreeing to take her back to the hotel and look after her. There was no way you were going to allow her to stay out when she looked as though she could barely walk in a straight line.
"Can I have a long island iced tea?" You asked the barkeep who had came over to deliver more drinks. He nodded his head and looked at Namjoon wondering what he wanted,
"What's that? It sounds nice," You glanced at Namjoon and sent him a soft smile.
"The best, it's Gin, Vodka, Tequila, Rum and some triple sec," Namjoon nodded and looked to the barkeep.
"Make it two." Namjoon chuckled as he kept his arm around your waist, squeezing softly to bring you closer to his body.
"Do another dare," Yerin whined as the club continued to get louder. Music beginning to blast out of speakers in all four corners of the room. Glancing at Namjoon you smirked a little and pulled out the cards, you both knew that they were going to want to continue the game with you so you made sure to bring them. 
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The two of you were starting to feel the effect of the drinks now and you were lying to yourself if you said it wasn't giving you confidence that came along with it.
"Here, you pick one babe." You handed her the box and kept your leg over Namjoon's. Running your fingers up and down his chest as your core came into contact with his clothed thigh. Namjoon had been bouncing his leg so much you were starting to feel a little needy. Needier than any small touch or innuendo could make you feel. 
"Give your partner a lap dance," The girls oohed and you shrugged it off. It was no big deal, just a small dance. 
"Sure thing," Getting up from the seat you looked and Namjoon and smirked, his legs were spread and you looked at him. Only the two of you knew what was under your dress, or lack thereof.
"You sure?" He questioned not wanting you to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable in any way.
"Only if you're okay with it." He nodded so you smirked, waiting for the song to change before you positioned yourself above his lap. Facing him as you began to grind down against his jeans biting your lip as you stared at him, imagining that it was just the two of you dancing together.
No one else in the room had no idea that you had no underwear on and that Namjoon was blushing so much before he knew that. He knew that right now there was nothing between your core and his cock besides his clothing. His mind wandered to other things, about how he would take you if no one else was there.
"Fuck," He whined as he put his hands on your waist, suddenly feeling himself getting jealous at the men that were staring over at you.
"Just like that baby, keep going." He praised only encouraging your movements as you began to grind faster in time to the music. Letting out a small - unnoticed by anyone but Namjoon - moan as you caught your core against his thigh.
As soon as the music ended he sat you down on his thigh, staring up at you and smirking. Licking his lips a little he watched you closely as you sank down to sit on his thigh.
"Was that a moan?" He questioned as he cupped your face in his hand, turning his thumb along your bottom lip to stop you from biting it. 
"Stop before I bite it," He ordered as you let out a small whimper at the thought of him biting you like that. He bounced his leg and smirked before you glanced over at Yerin who screamed for you to get up and dance with her. You wanted to stay there, you wanted to sit on his thigh and ride just a little, you needed it but Yerin would make you dance.
Namjoon's grip tightened when he saw the men that were with Yerin, he didn't want you to leave his sight. He felt protective over you and maybe it was the bulge in his pants speaking but he didn't want you to go. Not yet at least.
But you did. You left him there to go and dance. Eyes on him the entire time as you bumped and grinded with Yerin in time with the music. Watching you for a while before he finally decided to get up and dance with you himself, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him.
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"One more?" You teased Namjoon as you looked at him, looking around the hotel lobby as you walked inside of it. The lobby was practically dead since it was so late at night, everyone was either already in bed or still out at clubs. Namjoon looked at you as his hand resting on your ass as he grabbed it a little, humming as he smirked.
"One more dare? You're feeling lucky?" He looked at you as you shook your head, you didn't feel lucky in the slightest but you wanted to have fun and that was way more important.
"I want more fun." You complained, whinging a little as you pulled out the box and stared at him. 
"Together." He said as he ran his fingers along all of the cards, both of you stopping on the same one and smiling. 
"Pull," You pulled it out and turned it around, instantly feeling your body heating up as you read the words that were written across it in black and white.
"There's a pool right?" He questioned with a grin looking at the card as you nodded your head anxiously.
"Come on." The card dropped to the floor as you both rushed towards the elevators, giggling and laughing with one another.
Rose wandered through the reception after getting some food for Jiyho back in the old room you shared and smirked. A single dare card was left on the floor and she picked it up. Reading it out loud to Mina who frowned.
"Skinny dip in the pool?" Rose laughed a little,
"You think that's Y/n and Namjoon?" Mina questioned as she stared at the card, unconvinced that it could have been you. There was no way you would do something like that. You were always the boring one of the group that wanted to be sensible.
"Who else?"
"Well loads of people buy stuff like-" Mina stopped when she saw a glimpse of you and Namjoon rushing to the elevators and smirked. 
"Way to go Y/n," She said in unison with Rose as they both made their way back up to their bedroom for the night.
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"Namjoon...What if someone catches us?" The pool was completely dark beside the lights at the bottom of the water. There wasn't another person in sight thanks to it being on the bottom floor that looked out into the gardens.
"No one is going to know." He chuckled as he began to unbutton the shirt he was wearing in front of you. Your eyes lingering on his chest as he smirked, throwing it onto the ground. 
"I won't look when you undress," He assures you as he kicked off his jeans, your head turning away as he kicked out of his boxers and dove into the water. Hearing the splash you looked back over at him and bit down on your lip deciding that it was now or never.
"It's so nice," He whined as he resurfaced and came up to the top of the water for some air, running his hands through his hair. 
Namjoon glanced up and you were a blur, running and diving into the water, almost screaming at the coldness. 
"I thought you said it was nice!" You yelled splashing him with water as you shivered a little from the freezing cold water.
"It is, you're just being a baby." You splashed him again so he splashed you back, laughing as you tried to swim away from him.
"You can't go back on the dare." He smirked as he watched you swimming to the side of the pool but you shook your head at him.
"I'm not, I'm going to do laps to warm up." You laughed looking at him as he shook his head at you. 
"This is supposed to be fun." He reminded you as he began to swim around in small circles.
"Whopping your ass is fun." You teased him.
"Oh, you think you can win?"
"No," You let out a pout and Namjoon grinned from ear to ear as he looked at you.
"I know I can." You grinned back at him before he swam to your side to join you. Both of you counting down from ten before kicking off and swimming as you both raced to the other end of the pool.
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"I told you I could beat you," You smirked as he swam to your side again, out of breath as he looked down at you. He'd won the first couple of rounds but now he was too exhausted to continue going.
"So you could," He chuckled looking down at you. Both of you were so close you could feel his breath on your skin so you smiled and tapped his chest a little.
"Thank you for doing all of this with me." He frowned, wondering what you could have been thanking him for.
"Hm?"
"Going to see the sights, hanging out with my and my friends...I know I said it earlier but this has been the most fun I've had...Ever," He chuckled not believing it, there was no way this was the most fun you had ever had in your life.
"Please, I bet you had fun in Seoul." Namjoon knew first-hand that there was so much to do and see in Seoul no one could ever be bored or not have fun.
"I would go to work and go home...I didn't speak to anyone except the girls and now here I am with a stranger," You laughed looking at him as he smiled brightly. It didn't feel like you were a stranger to him anymore, in fact, he felt closer to you than he had with anyone he'd ever dated.
"I think we know each other more than we did," He said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Neither of you caring that you were both naked under the water.
"We do," You whispered as you looked up at him, feeling the sudden urge to kiss him as passionately as you could.
"I feel like I've gotten to know you a lot," You added on as you stared at him and you did...Minus his real name, you knew everything about him.
"I feel close with you, closer than with anyone else I've met," You looked up at him as he spoke, standing on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. 
Namjoon smirked when he noticed what you were doing and picked you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he brought you closer to him. 
"What is it, my needy fiance?" He joked as you looked down at him, arms resting on his shoulders.
"A kiss," You whispered tilting your head to the side and moving your head closer to him,
"I want a kiss," You whispered as you were almost touching. Namjoon smirked as he nodded,
"I need one too." He whispered before leaning forward and connecting your lips. Lips mashing together as you pushed your hands into his hand and pulled his face closer to yours. 
Hearts thumping rapidly as his hands run up and down your back, squeezing your skin and humming against your lips.
Pushing you to the edge of the pool he bit and sucked along your neck as he lifted you up to sit on the side of the pool. Watching you closely as you frowned at him, wondering what he was doing.
"What are you-" Instead of finishing your sentence you rolled your head back and moaned out as he kissed down your body. Spreading your legs with one hand so he could see what had been teasing him all day long. From the moment he'd seen a glimpse in the dress shop he knew he needed to take you.
"Namjoon." You breathed out a little shakily as he ran one finger through your folds, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
"No one is around, relax baby." He smirks knowing just how much you needed this from him. Nodding your head at him Namjoon wasted no time in attaching himself to your dripping cunt. Moaning out as he licked through your folds.
"Fuck! Just like that" You cried out as you rolled your head back and gripped onto the sides of the pool. Moaning out at the noises Namjoon was making. Your toes curled as you felt his tongue move from your entrance to your clit, sucking on it harshly as you cried out.
"Taste so fucking good," He moaned out as he slowly eased one of his fingers into you. Chuckling as you whimpered out, 
"Sensitive," You hissed at him as he continued to push one finger in and out of you, moaning as you clenched down on his finger. He couldn't wait until that was his cock buried deep inside of you.
"Hmm? Sensitive?" He mocked as he picked up the pace of his finger. Buring his face into your cunt as your hips moved against his face needing more.
"Does it feel good?" He questioned when pulled away from you, easing a second finger into you. Your hands moved to your bests, rubbing yourself as pushed his tongue into you.
"Holy fuck!" You screamed out as you pushed your hands into his hair, needing him closer.
"Oh fuck yes, clenching around my tongue, just like that," He moaned out as you felt his moan push you closer to the edge. Eyes rolling back as you continued to rock your hips in time to his movements.
"Namjoon...F-Fuck I need to cum," You begged as he continued to swirl his tongue inside of you, moving away and sucked your clit softly. Eyes darkening as he looked up at you.
"You wanna cum? Do you?" Smirks getting faster and more intense with the thrust of his fingers inside of you. Curling them as you continued to let out loud moans, not caring if someone would hear you or not.
"Those little moans coming from that perfect pretty little mouth of yours," He moaned out in satisfaction, he never wanted you to stop moaning like that for him.
"Hmm, I can't wait to be buried inside of that tight little cunt, you're going to make such pretty little sounds," You clenched around his fingers, head shooting up as you began to ride his fingers faster.
"G-Gonna-" You screamed when a flashlight shone through the pool area, jumping into the pool you whimpered. Your orgasm fading away as your legs began to shake,
"What are you two doing?" A rough voice boomed as he looked over at the pair of you.
"We went for a late-night swim..." Namjoon said as he took control of the situation, sliding you to hide behind him so that you couldn't be seen.
"No one is allowed down here at night, out." Screaming you rushed for Namjoon's shirt, throwing it on and looking at him as he rushed to put on his pants. 
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Racing into the elevator he pushed you against the wall, picking you up and holding you tightly. Two of you dripping from the pool water as he kissed your neck.
"You're so fucking hot," He grunts grabbing your breasts through your shirt, roughly pulling and tugging on your nipples as you let out whimpers of pleasure.
"Fuck Namjoon, please. I was so close." You cried as he ground you down against his cock through his pants. Moaning out loud when you felt how big he was through the pants.
"Dirty little girl, look at you getting it off in the elevator with a stranger," He smirked as he reached between you to rub your clit, your head rolling back against the wall as you felt the build up again. 
"Just like that," You breathed out as your eyes fluttered shut, forgetting you were in the elevator. 
"You like this? Me rubbing your clit while you get off in a public space," Your moans got even louder as Namjon reached into your shirt and pulled your breast out. Sucking on your nipples, biting softly as he continued the movements of his hand.
"Fuck, just don't stop." You begged as you could feel the tension beginning to build up inside of you once again.
"Don't stop? Hmm, you so so close before weren't you? About ready to cum all over my fingers...Pushing my face further into your core, fuck." He grunted when he felt your pussy clenching around nothing. It was beginning to throb from having one ruined orgasm through the night and you were chasing this one. Hips bucking against his touch as you moaned out, 
"Oh look, we're on our floor...Another ruined orgasm for you." Namjoon chuckled darkly as he placed you down on the floor and got out of the elevator, making his way over to your room.
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"Fuck me," You begged as he looked at you, smirking a little as you pushed your hands into his hair. Kissing him hungrily determined to cum for the first time all day. 
"Mine. you're all mine," He growled possessively, pushing you down onto the bed and kissing you deeply. You had no idea where any of it was coming from but you didn't care. If he said that you were his then so be it. 
"I need you." You whispered in his ear, biting down on his neck before rolling you both over. Kissing down his chest towards his pants as you yanked them down from his body. Exposing the cock you had been aching for all night and day. Pussy clenching at the sight of it standing up and flopping back against his abs.
"Jesus, Namjoon." You whispered as your hands carefully reached out to take his cock into your hand. Even with two hands, you were going to struggle to massage every inch of him. Spitting onto the tip of his cock you began to run your hands up and down his shaft, smirking as he let out moans of pleasure. 
"Fuck," His eyes closed as you began to rub him slowly and softly. Just admiring the way his cock looked and felt in your hand, it wasn't too veiny and it was as thick as it was long. 
Namjoon moaned out as you began to swirl your wrists a little around his cock as you licked the slit. Humming at the taste of precum leaking from him.
"U-Use your mouth baby?" He whimpered as he bucked into your hand. Giving you a shy smile as you looked up at him and giggled. 
"O-Oh fuck, that's it." He moaned out as you took his cock into your mouth. Namjoon bucked out of excitement as he looked at his cock disappearing into your mouth. 
"You've got such a good mouth holy fuck." He was gripping onto the sheets as he watched you struggling to take more of him. He was never going to force you but he bit down on his lip.
"You're halfway, you can do it... Slowly...T-That's it, good girl" He practically cried out your name as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
"Fuck that's good," He grunted as you began to bob your head up and down around his shaft. Using one hand to steady yourself on his thigh while the other worked on playing with his balls. 
Loud moans filling the air as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You took him all the way to the back of your throat and he held you there,
"Oh shit, j-just hold it." He begged as his eyes rolled back, you hummed around him watching in amusement as he bucked a little more.
"Such a perfect fucking mouth." He moaned out at you, watching as you took him out from your mouth and began to massage him again. Rubbing the mixture of salvia and precum into his cock, moaning out. You wanted him badly.
"Faster..." He whispered as you continued to rub him, grunting as you picked up the pace. Using both of your hands to twist and rub him quickly enjoying the way he moaned your name.
"S-Shit! Shit! Yes!" He cried out as he looked down at you. 
"You look so beautiful with my cock shoved in the pretty mouth." He watched as you began to leave soft and small licks on the head of his cock right before taking him all of the ways once again.
"F-Fuck! Y/n...I-I'm c-close," You smirked as you felt him getting closer to his release. Pumping what you couldn't fit and massaging his balls right until his cock twitched and you moved away. Dropping all contact as you giggled at him whimpering and whining the way he was.
"Now we've both had ruined orgasms." You smirked pulling off his shirt but Namjoon didn't find you funny. Growling at you he pulled you into his arms from behind and smirked as your legs began to shake a little. He pushed his cock between your thighs and smirked as he began to thrust softly. His shaft just running through your folds as you let out loud moans,
"Look at me, give me that face." He took your face into his hands and turned your head to look up at him. Thrusting his cock through your folds as you stood up together, your head rolling back just a little.
"You're mine. All fucking mine, you know that?" You nodded at him not knowing what to say. All you could think about was how much you needed him.
"Good girl," He praised as he continued thrusting his cock between your thighs, smirking at the way you cried out and buckled whenever he would catch your clit.
"So fucking wet and not because of the water huh?" Smirking as he rubs your clit softly, head rolling back against his shoulders. You couldn't wait anymore, you needed him to be deep inside of you. Ruining you and making you his own.
"Fuck, look at you...You're a mess," Screaming out in pleasure you almost lost it as he softly slapped your clit before rubbing again. The sensitiveness crawling back into you as you clenched your thighs together.
"You're so fucking hot, soaking my cock like that, look at you." He breathed as he began to kiss and suck on your neck.
"Ever since I saw you take off those lace panties this morning I've needed you, fuck I still need you."
"Here, let's give you what you need." He chuckled as he pushed one finger into your cunt, moaning out as you clenched on him.
"Look at that, so fucking tight and it's just one finger." Namjoon hummed as he gets faster, watching you grind down against his hand. 
"You want more? You're riding my hand so well," He smirked,
"Here," Pushing another into you as you moan out even louder, hands gripping onto his arms to stand up straight.
"So desperate for cock, look at you."
"Fuck! Namjoon please!" You begged him as he smirked a little more pulling away from you and taking you back over to the bed.
Carefully laying you down on the bed he looked down at you, spreading your legs and humming at the sight.
"Look at that pretty little pussy" Leaning down he ran his tongue through your folds again but that wasn't what you needed. You wanted him.
"Fuck, let's fill this room with moans." He places the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed into you. Both of you moaning out as his hands gripped your hips.
"Jesus fuck you're so tight" Grunts gripping sheets tightly, not moving until she's adjusted to his size. 
"You're so fucking big," You rocked your hips up and he almost thrust right then and there but he held back. Holding you until he knew you were ready for him.
"Fuck," You whined as you looked at him, reaching between you to try and make him move a little more.
"Gooddamn you feel so good...L-Like it was made for me," You looked at him and smirked, bucking your hips as he began to thrust in and out of you roughly.
Feeling the head of his cock hitting that one spot that made your toes curl and your vision blur you screamed out.
"It belongs to me, right?" Namjoon smirked as he began to rub your clit. Your moans turning into inaudible babbles as you clenched around him. Wrapping your legs around his waist to make him hit into you deeper.
"Say who it belongs to. Say who you belong to." He begged as he looked down at you, biting and sucking on your neck whenever he got the chance.
"You!" You cried out feeling yourself clenching on him,
"Say my fucking name," He ordered making you scream out as you gripped the sheets. How could you say his name when you didn't know it? 
When you said nothing he growled at you, 
"You're fucking mine," Pulling out of you he turned you over onto all fours and pushing into her, as your eyes widened. It hit deeper than before and you could feel him in your gut as you moaned out.
"Let everyone know who you belong to. Scream my fucking name." He ordered as he slapped his hand across your ass, grabbing onto the skin and moaning out as you clenched.
"Say it's mine," He ordered as he pushed deep into you and refused to move until he heard it fall from your lips.
"YOURS! IT'S FUCKING YOURS!" You ached as you throbbed around his cock, begging for him to move inside of you once again,
"My name...M-Moan my name." It came out as a whimper, yet still demanding.
"I don't know it." You whimpered as he smirked. All he did was lean down and push you to lay on your stomach and pushed your legs together, biting your ear.
"Yes, you do." He whispered as he thrust into you. The sudden tightness of your legs made your head spin as he thrust into you.
"N-Namjoon? T-That's your name?" Nodding as he thrusts softly into you, not wanting to ruin you until you agreed to scream his name.
"Now let everyone fucking know who this pussy belongs to. Say it's mine!" He barked as he suddenly pulled all of the ways out of you until nothing but the head of his cock with inside of you. Slamming back into you making you cry out in unimaginable pleasure. The feeling was indescribable as you felt him deeper than anyone had ever gotten before.
"ITS NAMJOONS! F-Fuck! I'm Namjoons! It's yours! I belong to you!" Your hands gripped the sheets so hard you were worried if they were going to rip but you didn't care. All you cared about was Namjoon deep inside of you.
"Your moans are so pretty...Taking me so well." He praised as he continued to thrust into you, rubbing your ass softly as you begged for him to move faster. Feeling yourself getting closer to your release as you glanced over your shoulder at him.
"F-Faster Namjoon." You begged as your face contoured.
"Oh princess, you can't get enough? So greedy," He moaned out a she felt you clench around him on purpose. Grunting as he nodded his head,
"Fuck! Please Namjon!"
"Since you asked so nicely." He cried out. Pinning your hips down into the bed as he began to ruthlessly thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace. 
"You feel so good." Looks down and watching the way he would slide in and out of you.
"Watching my cock slip and out of you makes me want to cum." Smirking at him you nodded, wanting to feel him cum deep inside of you.
"Do it! F-Fuck fill me up, please Namjoon," The sudden neediness in your voice threw him off his movements as he slowed down just a little. Still fucking into you as he moaned out,
"You want me to fill you up?" He questioned a little unsure but you nodded eagerly at him.
"Yes! Please, I-I'm on the pill." The please almost made him cum right then and there as he looked at you with loving eyes.
"Tell me you want it." He whispered watching you as you whined out at him in protest. 
"Tell me how much you want this hot load inside of that perfect little cunt." He was the one doing the begging this time and it only turned you on more. Rubbing your clit as you looked at him,
"Please! Please cum inside of me Namjoon!" You gripped onto his cock as you clenched, eyes rolling back as you could feel your orgasm about to hit you.
"Fuck I can feel your pussy gripping me." He grunts as he holds you tightly, leaning down so he'd almost laid right on top of you. His thrust getting faster as you cried out his name.
"Namjoon I'm going to cum." You warned him as you felt him biting down on your shoulder,
"You can cum baby, you can cum, go on." He urged as he felt you clenching uncontrollably around him moaning out his name.
"C-Cumming! Fuck cumming!" You screamed as the knot inside of you snapped and you cried out his name loudly. Feeling his thrusts become sloppier as he came into you, holding himself deep inside of you.
Applying cream to your ass and smiling at you Namjoon cuddled you into his arms. Laying your head on his naked chest as he covered you up with a blanket.
"Namjoon?"
"Hmm?" He said as he turned to look at you, you looked unbelievably tired and yet adorable all at the same time.
"Will you be my plus one to Jae-ah's wedding?" He looked at you a little confused. He thought this was just going to be the week of partying, he never thought you would ask him to the wedding.
"Please...I know i's a little last minute but I want you to be there." You whispered as he nodded his head,
"I'll be there," He whispered to you as he leaned down to kiss your lips softly. 
"Of course I'll be there." He whispered again as you both got comfortable on the bed together. Your mind racing and then remembering what he had said about Namjoon being his real name. The thought alone made you giggle.
"So Namjoon is our name huh?" He laughs softly looking down at you as he nodded. 
"Talk about fate." He whispered before kissing the edge of your lips softly.
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"I'm surprised you can still walk," Namjoon whispered in your ear as you stood at the back of the room. Waiting for Jae-ah to come out so you could get the show on the road. Your back shivered as you watched Namjoon stand beside you, running his hands up and down your back.
"Four days in a hotel room with just us to, fuck I'm surprised too." You giggled as you stood together, straightening his suit a little, the rented Tux was going a long way that week. You'd faked a wedding night together, gone to dinner with him in it and then fucked everywhere you could in the hotel room.
"We used this tux a lot, does it look okay?" He raised his eyebrow at you as he smirked, he knew what he was doing to you. Putting images of the previous nights you had spent together. Your legs squeezed together as if that was going to do anything for the achiness between your thighs. Your eyes shut for a moment remembering everything you had done together, fucking up against the window, the hot tub, the bathtub, the shower...Anywhere he could get you. You couldn't get enough of one another. Then there were the sweet cuddles afterwards, you were inseparable.
"I wonder if Jae-Ah knows you've been staying out." He smirks in your ear as he runs his hand down to your ass, giving it a small squeeze.
"She knows," Jae-ah smirked as she looked at you. Your mouth dropped open as you looked at her gown. A floor-length ball gown that had a silk lilac band around the waist to match your lilac A-Line dress that she had picked out months ago for you. Her hair was curled and pinned perfectly with butterfly pins, it looked as though she had just stepped out of a fairytale book. Hugging her softly you smiled telling her how much you had missed her but she wasn't interested in that. Jae-ah was interested in the two of you after hearing all of the stories.
"You look almost like a real couple," Jae-ah cooed as she watched the two of you, Namjoon's arm around your waist as he held you as close to him as possible. You weren't going to tell her on your wedding day that you had made a connection with someone, this was going to be her day
"Rose has told me everything but I want more details later." She ordered as the music began to play which meant it was time for her to start walking. Her father came over and smiled, 
"I mean it, I want to know everything." She whispered before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and straightened her dress.
Namjoon and you hooked hands as you began to get ready to walk down the aisle together. The Church was filled with all of Jae-ah's family and Josh's family and everyone was watching Jae-Ah walk down the aisle but you knew the girls would be watching you. Namjoon gave your hand a squeeze to signal it was time to walk and you smiled beginning to walk and hoping you didn't fall flat on your face in front of everyone.
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Sitting in the first pew Namjoon kept his arms around you, holding you close to him, fingers running up and down your arms whenever he had the chance. If his arms weren't around you they were on you. Holding your hand, kissing you whenever the priest or Jae-Ah said something cute. 
"Look at that, young love." You had someone whisper in the row behind you. Throughout the ceremony, you could feel eyes on you or hear whispers about you.
"It's cute, I always thought Y/n would be alone." Namjoon pressed a kiss on your cheek to prove a point of you not being alone. Something you had been dreading for a while but now it was a distant memory, all you needed was Namjoon.
"You can see how much he cares, look at the way he's watching her instead of the wedding," Glancing to Namjoon he stared at you while blushing, making you giggle a little. Snuggling into Namjoon you drowned everything else around you out, not wanting to hear anything other than the wedding and Namjoon. Your mind went back to what he had been saying that morning. Hands all over your body, leaving kisses wherever he could leave them. Neither of you had wanted to leave the hotel room but you had to and even when you did his hands were all over. Never giving you a moment of peace - not that you wanted him to. 
"Namjoon," You whined when he pushed his hand onto your thigh, rubbing softly as he massaged your skin.
"We're in the house of jesus," You whimpered as he chuckled a little, rubbing a little higher.
"He's not watching,"
"No, but people behind us are." He pouted a little and shook his head at you,
"I miss you."
"You had me this morning." You reminded him as you glanced at Jae-ah who was beginning to give her vows.
"You don't miss me? Buried deep inside of you?" His breath caught on your ear and you closed your eyes, squeezing your legs together at the thought of him.
"Fuck.Yes. B-But shh," notices at him you continued letting him run his hands up and down your back as you watched your best friend marrying the love of her life.
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The after-party was being held in the hotel you had all been staying in. A private bar for everyone to attend to with a large dance floor for you all to let loose and have some fun. 
"She looks happy," Namjoon whispered to you as he looked over at Jae-ah and Josh. Dancing together as their first dance together, her head resting on his chest while he pressed her close to him. 
"They've known each other long enough...I once threatened that if he didn't propose before she was 30 I would." You laughed watching as she glanced over at you and blew you a kiss.
"You would?" Namjoon questioned a little surprised.
"Totally," You laughed as you remembered writing it down and signing it along with Jae-ah.
"But then how would you find the love of your life?" Glancing to Namjoon you shrugged your shoulders,
"I would have Jae-ah." You laugh making your way over to the bar and giggling as Namjoon watched you. 
"Can I have two long island iced teas?" You paid for the drinks and a guy walked up behind you and grabbed your ass. 
"Fuck, look at you. Sex on legs." You stepped away from the guy moving away and shaking your head at whoever the guy was. You'd never seen him before and he wasn't a relative of Jae-ah's.
"I don't know you, please don't." You were polite enough about it but he shook his head and stepped closer to you, the stench of alcohol dripping from him.
"Come on now, I'm only playing. Can you just have some fun?!" He reached for your ass again but Namjoon grabbed his wrist and twisted it a litte. Not enough to hurt him but enough to apply enough pressure to warn him about leaving you alone.
"She has enough fun with me." Smiling up at Namjoon you asked him to stop but his grip stayed locked around the man's wrist as he whimpered. Gaining the attention of other guests who were beginning to turn and look at him. 
"Bro, chill. It was just a small touch." The drunk stuttered as he held his wrist, trying to get away from Namjoon.
"Touch her again and it'll be the last thing you do." He barked, finally releasing the guy and letting him walk away, Namjoon turned to you as he collected the drinks.
"Protective just like a real boyfriend," Jae-ah whispered in your ear as she smirked, it was clear that she knew something was going on but not exactly what it was.
"What?" You played dumb, looking at her as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.
"You think I don't see the way he stares at you? We all see it," She informed you as you looked down at the floor, shaking your head.
"You're seeing things." Scoffing at you she rubbed the back of your neck softly.
"Namjoon has the hots for you and you have them for him. That love bite on his neck is very telling." She giggled as Namjoon began to make his way over to you both,
"Jae-ahhh." You whined, dragging out her name when you saw the love bite to which she was referring. One you had given to him that morning before leaving the hotel to get to the church.
"Don't Jae-ahhh me, I want details! I thought this was all some fake thing! Do the girls know?!" You rolled your eyes, turning to face her with a serious look on your face. All of this was new to you and you didn't know what was going to happen with Namjoon yet.
"No...Yes...I don't know, but please...Please don't say anything. it's been such a nice thing being in a world of our own." She touched your cheek and nodded, she could see how much all of it meant to you so she was going to keep her mouth zipped.
"I won't say a word, promise."
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Namjoon had his arms wrapped around your waist. It was almost 11 at night, pitch black inside of the bar beside the disco lights and Namjoon was getting handsy again. Maybe it had been the drinks you'd been having together or the fact that it was a wedding but you were enjoying it.
"You're so needy," You whispered as he spun you into his arms, swaying with you on the dance floor in time to the slow music that was playing.
"Do you blame me?" He whispered in your ear as he left a small and gentle kiss on your neck.
"No...I'm needy for you too." You admitted you had been all day and night but now it was finally quiet enough for you both to sneak off somewhere and be alone.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah...What do you want?" You whimpered as he turned you around. Standing behind you as he swayed from side to side, pushing his hard cock against your ass as he whined.
"I want to mark you, spank your ass, tie you up and cum deep inside of that perfect little pussy so much that it overflows. Bring you back out here and dance until someone noticies my cum dripping from your perfect little cunt.” Your legs buckled and he smirked knowing just what his words did to you. 
"The cookie crumbles, look at you all needy do you need me buried inside of the cunt? Were the last four days of us and the hotel room not enough? You need more?” All you wanted to do was scream yes and make him fuck you right there and then but he kept going, running his hand over your breasts.
 “I want to eat you out until you’re screaming my name until you have a sore throat and can’t speak a word to anyone. Until my name is the only thing the rest of the hotel knows.," Hands gripping him tightly as you turned to look up at him, mouth-watering at the thought of it. 
"Think we can make it to the hotel room?" He quizzed as you shook your head, 
"Take me in the bathroom." Your ordered as you began dragging him in the direction of the bathrooms you had passed earlier that night.
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The two of you had been making out in the bathroom when he suddenly put you onto the bathroom counter, hiking your dress up to see you weren't wearing underwear. Once again.
"Fuck look at you." Smirking you slowly began to spread your legs for him to see and he whined pushing one finger into making your head roll back against the mirror.
"Always so tight and ready for me," Hums as he pushes his finger further into you, curling it at that one spot that made your head spin.
"You love my fingers, don't you? You want more." You shook your head at him, that wasn't what you needed at all.
"No? What do you want." He chuckled a little in surprise as you pulled him closer to you, running your hands up to his face and touching his lips.
"Your mouth."
"My mouth?" He chuckled as he realised what you were trying to get at.
"How about you ride my face, princess?" He smirked looking at you as he laid you down on the floor, pussy clenching around nothing as you watch him get ready for you.
"Come on baby, come and ride my face." You practically rushed over to him, hovering above him a little. A little scared to ride his face the way he wanted you to, it wasn't something you had done before only seen in movies.
"Straddle my face baby girl," Whimpering you straddled his face and he pulled you down to rest on his face, wanting this to feel as good as possible for you. Your head rolled back and your hands clenched his thighs as you screamed out his name when he pushed his tongue into your entrance. Wasting no time in teasing you as he ate you out as though you were the only meal he'd had in months. 
"Oh shit look how hard you are." Giggling a little you took him out of his pants and began pumping him before putting him in your mouth, sucking the tip as you moaned around him. His tongue working wonders all over your cunt as you gripped his thigh. 
"Oh shit," You cried out as your hips bucked against him, feeling yourself getting closer as the band inside of you tightened. As you tried to get up Namjoon growled and forced you down onto his tongue. Circling and swirling inside of you as he pulled away for just a second.
"Cum, cum on my face," Whimpering at him you didn't know if he was sure about that.
"You want me to cum on your face?"
"I want you to cum on my face," All he did was grip you tighter and pushed his tongue back into your dripping core. Screaming his name out your thighs clamped around him whimpering and bucking against his face.
"Shit! Namjoon! Holy fuck!" Your hands slapped his thighs as you shook your head, feeling the knot finally snap as you came around his tongue, screaming his name for anyone walking by to hear. 
"Come here," He smirked as he bent you over the counter you had originally been sitting on, making you look at yourself in the mirror as he smirked at you from behind. 
"Such a pretty little pussy," He moaned as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, humming as he watched the way he sank into you. 
"T-That's it, baby, suck me in." He grunted snapping his hips into you as you gripped onto the sides of the counter.
"Shit," You glance at him as he thrusts into you, a devilish smirk played on his lips as you lifted one of your legs up onto the counter to let him hit deeper.
"Just like that!" You cried out as your hand stretched out to grip onto something, hitting against the mirror as you watched him fucking you. A small red blush on his cheeks as he continued to watch the way his cock disappeared into your core,
"Fuck I can never get enough of this, you just suck my cock in like it belongs to you." You moaned out as you rolled your hips back to meet him.
"It does! It belongs to me and I belong to you!" Slapping and grabbing your ass Namjoon began rolling your hips faster against him. 
"You like that?" He chuckled when he felt you clenching around him, another slap on the ass as you cried out his name. Nodding furiously as he began to thrust relentlessly into you.
"Yes! Don't stop!" You didn't care who heard, all you cared about was the building pressure in your stomach as you felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm fast approaching. Namjoon hummed as he began to suck on your neck, biting and sucking wherever he could.
"You like when I suck on your neck, don't you? When I bite so hard you clench around my fucking cock," Your eyes fluttered shut as you listened to every word he said,
"Shit Namjoon!" You moaned out as he reached down between you to rub your clit for you. Hands fumbling to find something sound to grip onto.
"Who own's you? Who do you belong to?" Grinning from ear to ear you glanced at him in the mirror. His favourite thing to hear was that you belonged to him,
"You!" The thing he hated most was when you didn't moan out his name.
"Say my name." He smirks thrusting harder and faster into you as he stared at you in the eyes, fucking rougher into you.
"You're fucking mine, my girl, my princess, my- f-fuck! Fuck- you're mine." Moaning out at his small whimpers you nodded, bucking back against him wanting to feel the tension snap inside of you.
"I'm yours! I'm all yours! Namjoon! Fuck!" You screamed out as he watched you in the mirror. 
"You wanna cum? Right in here when anyone could walk in." Whining at him you nodded your head over and over again, desperate to feel the familiar sensation of cumming for him.
"Fuck. please Namjoon let me cum!" You begged with pleading eyes, crying out as he slapped and grabbed your ass, rocking himself faster into you as he nodded.
"G-Good girl, begging like that for me." He praised as you clenched around him, toes curling as you felt the pressure beginning to build.
"N-Namjoon." You warned as you glanced over at him,
"Mmm, you're dripping down my fucking cock and all over the floor, You want it?" You knew he was asking if you wanted him to cum inside and you begged him once again.
"Need it. I need you to fill me up...Please," 
"Please?" He chuckled a little and you whimpered at him, ready to scream and plead for him to fill you up if that was what it took.
"Just fucking do it! F-Fill me up with your cum I need to feel it. Don't you dare stop until I feel it dripping it out of me!" Smirking at your orders he nodded as he began to fuck harder and faster into you. Hitting your tipping point as your legs began shaking and you screamed his name out, cumming around him but he continued to fuck into you.
"S-Shit," He grunted pushing as deep as possible into you until he finished cumming into you. Giggling you felt his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs, the best part was whenever he came inside of you.
"I don't wanna move." You whispered to him, keeping your hands pressed on his ass to stop him from moving away from you.
"You have a party go finish." He reminded you as he kissed your neck sweetly where he had been biting and sucking harshly.
"I want to go back to our hotel room and never leave, ever again." As amazing as that sounded to Namjoon he couldn't let you do that, this was your last night here.
"It's your last night in vegas...Let's go have a couple of drinks and then I'll take you to the room...Promise." You pouted at him as you realised he was going to make you socialise some more.
"Promise?" He nods and they head out to go and have some more drinks.
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A couple of  drinks turned into too many drinks and you were all over the place, stumbling and giggling whenever Namjoon spoke to you. You'd lost the ability to walk straight and that wasn't because of your antics in the bedroom. Jae-ah had been filling you up with as many drinks as she could thinking it would get the information out of you that she wanted but it didn't happen. You closed up and cuddled closer to Namjoon, the effects of the alcohol turning you into a cuddling teddy bear.
"Will you be okay with her?" An elderly woman asked as Namjoon picked you up bridal style and got ready to take you to the elevators. It was time for you to get to bed and everyone was worried you were too far gone to get some decent sleep.
"Perfect, I'll make sure she's okay." He promised as he stepped into the elevator, chuckling as you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, biting his ear.
"Fuck! Take me back, t-take me back to the hotel room and fuck me." You begged over and over again in his ear all the ride home to the honeymoon suite.
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Changing you out of your dress he put his shirt on you, the one you had met in and then he sat you up not wanting you to choke on your own tongue.
"Drink some of this." He chuckled as you swayed on the spot, watching as he gave you a glass of water. Carefully you began sipping the water he gave you and he laughed a little. 
"I'm not even that drunk," You said as you tried to stay as still as possible, only to almost fall and drop the water onto the floor beside the bed.
"Hmm-mm." Namjoon chuckled as he sat down in front of you and gave you some food and water before going over to the makeup counter. Grabbing makeup wipes and micellar water, he'd watched you do this the other night so he knew what he had to do.
"Stay still." He starts rubbing off your make-up, taking off lashes and then smiling as you smiled at him. Looking him in the eyes as you continued to just watch him,
"You have really pretty eyes." You hiccuped as he smiled, blushing a little as he looked back at you.
"Thank you, you do too," He whispered as he began wiping off the lipstick you had been wearing,
"You're handsome." You whispered, not understanding why you were suddenly whispering but continued to do so anyway.
"Thank you." He laughed again, putting the wipes into the bin and joining you back on the bed.
"You know...I thought I would never find someone I truly click with and I'm glad I found you." Namjoon began to take off your necklaces and then your rings, sliding off the fake engagement ring and putting it onto his bedside counter.
"No?" He questioned a little sad that you never thought you could find someone.
"I thought I would die alone." Namjoon carefully began to lay you down and you snuggled into the sheets, taking in a big deep breath and smiling uncontrollably.
"Smells like you." Namjoon stopped himself from laughing as you began sniffing the shirt you were wearing.
"That's because it's my shirt."
"Can I keep it?" Watching the way your eyes fluttered shut and you clutched the shirt he nodded,
"Sure."
"I want to wear it home on my flight...Always smell of you." You whispered as he began to get into the bed beside you, laying your head on his chest.
"Sure thing baby, you wear it." Chuckling he added another blanket over you not want you to get too cold in the middle of the night.
"Hey, Namjoon?" You looked at him even though your eyes were closed and he looked back at you, running his hand over your face.
"Yes?"
"I really like you...A lot, I think I might even love you." Biting his lip he smiled,
"That would be sweet if you weren't drooling over yourself." Getting up from the bed he rushed to get you a bin to put beside the bed for the morning or in the night in case you got sick. When he came back in you were cuddled into the sheets,
"Hey, Y/n?"
"Hmm?" You rolled over to the sound of his voice and he smiled.
"I think I might love you too." When you said nothing he frowned and moved closer to you, shaking his head when he realised that you were sound asleep.
"Cute." Sitting in the bed beside you he watched you, making sure you didn't get sick in your sleep and he waited all night. Holding you and comforting you while he played with the ring in his hand.
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Moaning as you rolled over you whined when you saw Namjoon missing, you sat up and looked around for him anxiously. You were dressed in one of his shirts and there was the fresh smell of his aftershave in the air.
"Joonie?" You called out, turning to look over at the other side of the room when you heard Namjoon's voice.
"I'm here," Laying back down in the bed you rolled onto your other side you saw Namjoon bringing in room service on a tray with lots of bottled water. Your mouth was beyond dry from the alcohol you had been drinking before so you smiled at him.
"I got a huge fatty breakfast to soak up all of the alcohol." He pointed at you as you giggled, pulling back the sheets so he could come and join you in the bed.
"Fuck, you're amazing." Sitting up carefully he looked at you and handed you some painkillers, as well as a carbonated drink telling you that it would help get your sugar levels back up.
"I know which is why we're not leaving this bed." He chuckled as he sat down on the bed and carefully put the tray of food on his lap. Feeding you carefully as you watched him closely.
"Would it be weird if I said I didn't want to leave you?" You questioned as he shook his head,
"No. Would it be weird if I said I didn't want you to go?" Smiling in relief that the feeling was mutual you turned to look at him and shook your head.
"No." Everything inside of you wanted you to stay right there with Namjoon, to never go home to your old life ever again.
"Tell me more about your life...I want to know everything." You whispered as he began to feed you some more of the food from the plate. Making sure you were feeding him as well.
"Everything?"
"Yeah...Are you a dog or a cat person? Favourite colour? Icecream?" Small basic things that you didn't know about him, you knew everything important but you didn't know small things people would get to know about one another over the first date.
"Hm. Dogs white and vanilla." Scoffing at him you began shaking your head, there was no way he liked vanilla.
"Vanilla!? Thats' s fucking boring," You cried out as he pushed some toast into your mouth, staring at you in surprise.
"Boring?!" He acted offended, hand over his chest as he ignored you.
"Yeah! Who likes just vanilla?" You mumbled at him, shaking your head over and over again.
"Me!" He laughs and shakes his head back at you, going back to telling you everything about his life back home.
"There isn't much...I'm not married, I don't have kids...I flew to Vegas on a whim with the boys and met someone I care deeply about." With a mouth full of food you looked up at him, you swallowed everything and teared up. 
"You did?"
"I did." He whispered before you pushed him into the mattress and began to kiss him desperately, hands rushing into his hair as he pushed the covers off you both and turned you around. Carefully laying you down onto the bed before he kissed your neck, unbuttoning each and every button slowly on your shirt.
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In the midst of getting everything ready, you completely forgot to exchange socials or numbers with Namjoon. The number of your plane was being called and Rose was screaming for you to leave. It wasn't as though you had been in a huge rush that morning but being with Namjoon it slipped your mind. Forgetting that you didn't know one another outside of Las Vegas.
"I have to go." You whispered as you heard Rose screaming from the terminal where the stewardesses were waiting. You were one of the last people boarding and they were ready to leave. 
"I'll miss you," Namjoon whispered as he kissed you softly, holding your face in his hand which only made you want to stay more but he couldn't stop himself.
"Namjoon-" You whimpered feeling yourself begin to tear up as you stared at him, Rose storming over to you.
"I know," He whispers kissing you softly once again, he knew you were going to say it and he wanted to beat you to it.
"I love you too." Winking at you you shook your head and began to cry. Pushing your forehead against his and whimpering. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to hold him. Kiss him. Never leave him. 
"Y/n! We're going to miss the flight," Rose said from behind you as she took your hand in hers trying to pull you,
"You should go." She whispered not wanting to be mean to you since you clearly wanted to say goodbye.
"I don't want to."
"Our paths will cross again one day," Namjoon whispered as he began to watch you. Crying heavily Rose dragged you down the terminal crying and sobbing into your hands as you try to yell out your number to Namjoon when the doors slam. Making you whimper harder as you were directed back to your seat.
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"You've been mopping around here for months. I'm sick of it." Rose mumbled as she watched you staring at the sandwich in front of you. Wearing Namjoon's shirt, you'd washed it and worn it so much it no longer smelt like him but you weren't yourself anymore. You didn't go out to girls nights, you stopped working as much overtime. You weren't yourself anymore and Rose was done pussy-footing around you like Jae-ah had been doing. Everyone was being so sweet and understanding but she was done, you had to get over yourself.
"Rose-" Jae-ah warned, watching as Rose shook her head and threw her hands up in defeat.
"No. She's being pathetic. Just because he gave you a good dicking doesn't-" Finally having enough of her calling Namjoon nothing more than a dick in you stood up suddenly.
"Shut up! You don't get it, Just because you wouldn't know true love if it slapped you in the face!" You screamed out only for Rose to laugh in your face.
"True love?! Are you fucking dumb?! He used you, he saw you as an easy lay and used you." She repeated over and over again as you shook your head, walking away from her as you made your way out of Jae-ah's house.
"No! You don't get to say that to me," Jae-ah watched as Rose began to chase after you and she had enough. Rubbing her baby bump she shook her head at her friend,
"ROSE!"
"She's depressing! All she does is cry around all day whimpering and moaning about how she's lost him and I've had enough of it."
"Rose!" Jae-ah screamed again finally losing it,
"No. Don't fucking Rose me I'm done. If you want to stick around and let her be a pathetic little girl then be my guest but I'm not going to pity her!" You appeared back in the room and stared at Rose, she was supposed to be one of your friends and yet she was saying all of this about you.
"Namjoon cares about me!"
"Then where is he?! Huh?! He knows where you live, he knows what school you work in and he hasn't tried to contact you in four months? Sounds like he truly cares." Yelling at her you grabbed a plate and smashed it onto the floor, rushing out to the porch as you collapsed onto the stairs, crying into your hands.
"Well done Rose. Well done. Jealous much?!" Jae-ah yelled before rushing out after you.
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"Leave me alone Jae-Ah, I don't want to hear about Rose is just stressed and hormonal because she's knocked up." You mumbled sitting on the porch swing and wiping the tears away from your cheeks. 
"I was going to say let's go out tonight...Just me and you." You looked at her, it would be the first time either of you got to be alone together in a while.
"Just me and you?" You questioned a little unsure and she nodded her head.
"Girls Night, a quiet meal...Then e can go to your place and have a movie night...Like the old days?" The offer sounded perfect for you, something nice and calm just the two of you.
"Sure...That would be great."
"Good...Go home and shower..." She ordered helping you up as she watched you heading towards your car.
"Hey Y/n...Do me a favour?... Don't wear that shirt to dinner...Let's dress up fancy." Nodding you leave and head home to your apartment, ready to find the fanciest thing you owned.
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Sitting at the table you watched as a waiter came over and dropped off a card that was from Jae-ah. Her scribbling hand writing written on the back of some cute note.
I knew you would only say no if I asked. Please don't be mad at me. Enjoy the blind date.
Screwing up the note you were about to stand up when someone placed their hands on the table in front of you from behind you. Their body pressed against the back of your chair as they began bending down to whisper in your ear. 
"Our paths have crossed again." Shivering you looked up and resisted the urge to kiss him dramatically as he sat down in front of you. Gasping not believing that he was really sitting there across from you at the table, tears threatened to spill.
"When? How did you- When did you?" There were so many questions you wanted to ask but you didn't know where to start.
"I've lived in Seoul most of my life...Your friend, Jae-Ah...She contacted me to tell me how much you missed me-" Picking up a bread roll you shook your head and threw it at his head, laughing as it bounced off and landed back onto the table.
"I missed you too." He whispered as he stretched his hand out on the table and took your hand into his, you smiled feeling his hands on yours. Never wanting to let go of him ever again.
"Four months." You reminded him of how much time had passed and he nodded his head, 
"I never want to be away from you for that long ever again." Namjoon breathed out finally feeling as though he was home again for the first time in months. The amount of pain he had felt by not chasing after you killed him but he didn't know if you wanted that, he knew you had both said you loved one another but he was unsure of everything.
"Then don't ever leave me again." You whispered as he kissed the top of your hand.
"You left me." He teased playfully as you waved your hands at him and shook your head.
"Shh...Details details." Giggling at him he shook his head and reached into his pocket. Looking at you as he pulled out the ring he'd taken from you the night you'd gotten wasted and you gasped. The fake engagement ring in hand he smiled at you, 
"Another fake engagement for a little fun?" You questioned as you frowned looking at it when he suddenly dropped down onto one knee, taking your hand in his and smiling.
"Just one engagement...Just for real this time...I've never made a connection with someone like you before and I need you in my life."
"You do?"
"Yes. I need you around, being away from you was complete and utter torture...I can't do that again and we don't have to marry right away we can just wait and stay engaged-" Namjoon was suddenly cut off as you dropped to the floor in front of him and began to kiss him over and over again. Humming and moaning a yes against his lips.
"I'll marry you, Fuck yes. I'll marry you." Slides the fake ring onto your finger, smiling at the small ring as you looked at it. You didn't care that it was fake. The love was real.
"We're really doing this?" You questioned as he looked at you, nodding his head at you.
"We're really going to do this," He smiled as he looked down at the ring on your finger, both of you smiling and thanking those who were congratulating you in the restaurant.
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"And that ladies and gentlemen is how I managed to get them together," Jae-ah laughed as she looked over at the tables at your wedding reception. She'd given the epic tale of your love, minus the whole sex charade and embarrassing moments from your parents and young listeners. She hadn't missed a single detail, right down to the fake ring,
"Was the engagement ring fake?" You held up your hand to your cousin who had asked and nodded, the ring you wore as the engagement ring is still fake you didn't want to remove it. It was something special to the two of you.
 "Still is, but the wedding band is real." Namjoon answered as he chuckled softly, kissing your hand as your auntie stood up and looked at you both.
"Will you get a real one?" The two of you exchanged looks before shaking your heads and smiling at one another.
"Fake one is perfect." You whispered before kissing your husband softly, running your hands over his cheek as he chuckled softly.
"This is why I am the maid of honour and will be a godmother if they have kids." Everyone cheers and raising their glasses to you as Jae-ah smiled at you,
"I wish them eternal happiness in this life and many more." Repeating the words back to you and Namjoon the room cheered and toasted to your new and happy life together.
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